Crying Baby & Waiting

Nothing was stopping him once he stepped foot inside the mansion. Nothing...he glanced down, well ok a shower was the only thing that was going to keep him from his two females. Rhaine had caused him to miss precious time with them and he wondered if Nalla had already been put down to sleep. His child had him wrapped around her little finger. Anything she would want he would provide for her, even when she was older he would give her what she wanted. But a male because there was no one whom was going to be worthy enough for his precious Nalla.

He trudged up the stairs, the cuts from the fight was protesting, he could feel his blood seeping out from them, mixing with the black blood that clung to his skin and yet he refused to go to the clinic. Refused to get one of the docs to look at him. All he wanted was his females. He entered the room he shared with his shellan and noted her absence from it. As well as Nalla's absence. First thing first he thought, peeling his leathers off as he made his way to the bathroom, dumping them on the floor. The rest of his clothing and weapons followed before stepping into the shower.

He didn't spend long under the water, just enough time to wash all the black blood from himself before stepping out. He gritted his teeth at the wound at his side. It was the deepest one he had gotten, blood seeping from it still. Damn it, he cursed. Damn Rhaine and wanting to know what it was like to fight. He ignored the wound, wrapping towel around his waist before heading back into the room. Still no Bella or Nalla, so where where they? The door to Nalla's nursery was open and he took a peek inside. Ah there was his females, together in silence, Nalla feeding. He wanted to rush at them and take them both in his arms, have his way with Bella and yet his daughter needed her more at the moment. Leaning against the doorframe, he crossed his arms over his chest in order to hide the deep wound he had sustained fighting, there was no need to worry Bella, he thought as he watched them, admiring them.

The corner of his mouth twitched as she spoke. She always said that, it was like a ritual she had or something.
"I always look good," he replied, a small chuckle escaping his lips. Bella was the one that was goregous. He often kept telling himself that this was a dream and that he'd wake up at any moment. But then she goes and makes it real by touching him, or talking to him. Z knew he was so damn lucky to have mated with her.

His eyes never left her as he watched her stand, walking over to the crib and placing Nalla down before fixing her shirt. He tore his eyes from Bella and gazed over the sleeping Nalla. His darling daughter, she could do no wrong in his eyes. He turned back to her as she approached. God her scent, her looks. She was perfection. He pressed his lips against hers more, wanting nothing more than to take his shellan to bed.

She had asked why he was late though and it was only fair to tell her. It wasnt like he was out with other women...well not intimately anyways.
"The god damn princess decided she wanted to try her hand at fighting. She refused to listen when I said she needed to see you first," he replied with a small growl. Rhaine had kept him from his beloved shellan and daughter. Had been the reason he ultimately was injured. She was the cause of a lot of problems lately, he realised. He shook his head, not having the chance to put Nalla down was nothing. There would be plenty more opportunities to tend to his daughter. What he wanted most of all was to be with Bella, alone.

The look she gave him made him curious. Did he still have lesser blood on his face? Had she finally realised what horror she was mated to. And then he felt warmth leave his skin. Damn it he cursed silently. He had been too distracted by her kiss to realise she had placed her hands upon him.
"It's nothing nalla," he used the endearment, trying to make it sound as if he was fine. But it seemed she was having none of that as she pushed him around. He allowed her too, the only person he would allow. Anyone else would have met with a blade in their chest. He obeyed, sitting down on the bed as she went to get the kit. He stood, wanting to prove he was fine but fell back onto the bed, his head spinning. Was he really that bad? He had been shot in the chest, had a broken leg, he had injuries worse than this and none of those effected him as much. Even in his starved state he had never experienced this light headedness.
"I'm fine, honestly Bella," he replied again, though remained on the bed.

God he loved her laugh. Such warmth and vibrance that radiated from her and her laughter. It came from the same woman whom fussed over him, loved him, yea ok sometimes mothered him when he needed it. She was the one that had his back. She was literally his world. Would they be in this position had she not come after him the first time. He probably would not have gone after her like he had when she was kidnapped. Despite him having tried to push her away she had wormed her way into his life one little inch at a time. She gave him everything he could have asked for, never asked for much in return. The Glymera had been stupid to have turned their back on her. Those five little words were all it took to bring him back to reality. He met her gaze. She never backed away. In ways she was stronger than any of the brothers.
"And I love you too," he replied back to her. Even after all this time saying those words still felt strange on his tongue, but he was getting used to saying them. To both her and Nalla.

Wrath? God no, he liked his balls attached to himself now that he knew what joy that could eventuate from them...and Bella's needing. He had never said it out loud. Never wanted to put Bella through the pain of pregnancy again but he often wondered what it would be like having another child, one where he could be the father from the first moment they were born. He wanted a son, someone whom he could raise and train. Z shook his head.
"I dont think you'll enjoy plucking my body parts from a chandelier do you?" he asked her. He had considered that. Xhex and Payne would certainly be better options to teach the Princess.
"Because apparently the others are too nice to her and I hurt her feelings ninety five percent of the time. Her words not mine," he replied remembering the conversation. The brothers tip toed around the Princess, he instead was the one that antagonized her.

And there she went mothering him. Telling him he needed to feed. Not even saying it as a suggestion. She took control as she often did. Someone had to he thought. She removed his towel with her quick fingers. Was that really necessary he thought though did not move to cover up. He was complete at ease being naked in front of her. His yellow eyes watched as she set the first aid kit down before getting on the bed and straddling him. She was way overdressed in his opinion. How else would he get to her core and take her as he fed? But instead she picked the kit up again and tended to his wound. A small hiss escaped his lips as the peroxide stung the wound. Wait it was? It hadnt looked like it was wanting to heal in the shower. Bella, he thought, just seeing her must have triggered something.
"I told you it was nothing," he repeated himself, though this time with a smile.

He was enjoying her taking control. Enjoying the authority she commanded. A hand went under his head as she lifted him, bringing his mouth to her neck and told him to feed. Damn, she was still overdressed. Z could feel his fangs grow, wanting to pierce her flesh along with himself growing hard. He struck her without warning, never careful though still attempted to be as gentle as possible. He took from her vein as his fingers trailed down her body, brushing against her covered core.

He knew he could keep doing it but what was done was done. Perhaps the princess would quit now she knew. Maybe Wrath would do something other than skin him alive if he found out. He told himself he would tell Wrath tomorrow. Whatever will be will be he thought.Surely Wrath wouldnt do anything to drastic to him and leave his females on their own. Then again he could almost picture his Bella giving Wrath what for if it that ever did happen. Such beauty and strength in her.

Another growl tore though him. She was such a tease as he felt her hand run down his chest. He wanted more of her touch. The friction was enough to almost make him come He closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to wait until she was underneath him. Her cry was music to his ears as he sucked hard on her veins.

He could feel her already so wet for him, her hand pushing his against her more. The panties were an obstacle that was in the way. Curling his fingers in the fabric, he reached down with his other hand and pulled, tearing the fabric, wanting to get to the sweet prize it covered. She should never wear them, he thought. The idea of her walking around without anything underneath was delicious. His finger parted her and delved into the warmth for a moment. It was all too much to wait. With a blink of an eye, he had managed to flip them, getting her underneath him before breaking away from her neck, his tongue darting out to seal the two puncture wounds.
"Mine," he growled, willing the lock on his door to turn, shutting them into their own little world before turning back to his Bella, his hips pushing down against her. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, giving her the same offering she had done mere minutes ago.

The scent of dark spices hung heavily in the air. A scent he had not smelt since the last time he and Bella had been together that it took him a moment to recognize his own bonding scent. If Bella had any doubts surely the scent would wash those away. He wanted her, he always had since the beginning. Nightmares and his past had plagued him, tormented him enough to shy away from any affection she gave. He had been wrong to do so, the thought of loosing Bella had snapped him painfully back into reality. He had a kid and a mate. His own demons were nothing but the past that could no longer harm him.

Those three words along with her bite made him part his lips, gasping for air. It had been far too long since she had been at his neck sinking her fangs home, just as it had been far too long for his own body to find its home within her.

He had to admire her eagerness for him, pushing at him to enter her, rubbing against his sensitive head. He shut his mouth, clenched his teeth. She did not have to beg for him any longer. His body took over, rolling his hips into her, his head parting her and drove itself home. He stilled when he had pushed all of him inside, enjoying the feeling of being encased by such softness. He was about to move when he heard the baby monitor, a small coo from his daughter came through before silence again. He couldn't help but smile, even in her sleep, his daughter always made sure she was never forgotten.

Turning his attention back to Bella he couldn't help the smile spread across his face, his scar pulling at his upper lip. Bella was all he needed right now. This was what they needed. A re connection. He reached up entwining his fingers through her locks, gripping her hair hard, keeping her to his throat as he drew out before slamming back into her with the roughness that she seemed to like.