Draven POV
"You don't think she's escalating?" Azazel whispers so low that not even a cat would pick up on that.
"I will not make assumptions. I simply cannot know."
"You have no idea what it is like for me. I feel like the both of you are climbing a lust mountain and as you get higher and higher you start to transform into beasts. You literally. You know. You get so primal that the true vampire in you comes out. She gets so cruel she becomes an ice queen." he puffs, "How fitting I'm between Ice and fire. Will I melt, will I turn into a popsicle? You tell me, Draven. You tell me."
"I thank the skies that you're here to mediate us. I know. We are nothing without you. I'm sorry my love. I know I've been putting you into an absurd position."
"You are."
"Tomorow afternoon we return home and have a family meeting. Maybe the others will know what the matter with us is. We need help Azazel."
"Yes, we do. Draven, you keep having this irrational notion that you need to literally breed Morgan. She is starting to believe it too. She's terrified to get pregnant. It is not wealthy for her to be on edge because she really wants to finish her studies and you keep telling her that she can't let your semen escape from her womb. You were fuming because I came into her mouth." he sighs.
"Tell me the truth. It was not because it was my semen. You don't care about if it yours or mine cum. You were pissed I didn't came inside her. Your primary instinct right now is to inseminate her. You're getting obsessed and it is the most unfair thing you have ever done. Forget killing humans on wars, forget killing humans by trying to turn them so you could have company, forget feeding on humans and leaving a sea of corpses behind you. This is worse. You know what she wants, and you could control yourself, but you don't want to. You want a child. What if that child kills the woman we love? Then what? You think you'll ever forgive yourself? You think I will ever forgive you?" I can feel all the angriness inside him, even if he speaks so softly that no one could hear.
"Tomorrow all of us will talk. If you can't get a grip, I will get the others, everyone and every resource I have to keep Morgan away from you. I will not lose her to your fucking greed. We are your family. Both of us. Do you want to lose us?"
I cry softly, "My love."
"No. You've heard me. We get tonight to be the three of us as usual. Tomorrow we will see. I can't believe I have to do this. Our trust is unbreakable. I hope we can carry on saying that after tomorrow."
I don't know what to think. I don't do it on purpose. I know it. I just don't know how to explain this to my prince without sounding like a pathetic lie.
Morgan shift. My cock slides off her and she whines loudly. "No. I want it. Draven. Put it in. Draven."
I quickly comply, getting a little over her. I put most of my weight over my shoulder and knee.
"My flower. Maybe we could sleep better on the chaise long."
She opens her eyes, "Babe. Carry me." she whimpers, "Carry me, babe."
We move fast. Azazel below both of us. We're not actually laying, but she's comfortable. That's enough.
"Empty. Daddy."
I get my length inside her.
"I love you." she mumbles and falls back asleep.
"It's almost nighttime. She'll wake up hungry." Azazel adds.
"I can cook us chicken."
"She's been craving chicken lately."
"We can't move, my prince."
"We will move in half an hour. You can rest. I grab your feet for you to take a nap."
"Kitten. Wake up."
I stear awake. I feel so calm. So calm. Peaceful. I feel so good.
I smile wide and open my eyes to meet Draven's.
"Daddy." my hands touch his face gently. I smile.
"Baby." I turn my head and kisses his cheek. "I'm hungry."
"Do you want to go downstairs now? You slept so peaceful." Draven asks.
"Only if my baby carry me."
Z chuckles, "Filling you, I bet."
"No baby. I just want to be carried like a koala. I promise." I sigh, "I need to feel you touching me. I spent all week alone. I feel so lonely."
"Do you want me to have a chat with your parents? Maybe you could move in with us earlier than what we agreed on."
Azazel growled.
I tensed.
"Do not make promises you can't keep Draven."
"I'll be downstairs making dinner." Draven says and disappears.
I get up and face him.
"Something shifted." I state, "Why are you two fighting?"
"We'll be heading home tomorrow after lunch and we'll have a family emergency meeting."
"Tell me. Why do I feel resentment from you towards Draven?"
"We had a disagreement. We will work it out."
"You're lying. You don't think you will be able to work it out." I get more anxious.
"Babe, calm down. It's okay."
"It is not okay if my two lovers are fighting."
I turn around and head into the bathroom.
I feel a sharp pain in my lower belly and cry out. The pain don't stop.
I fall to the ground.
"Baby. Baby. Help me."
Azazel is right beside me holding my back and calling Draven.
Sharp pain again and then nothing.
Dark.
Azazel POV
I am collecting the clothes from the floor and hear a cry.
I run into the bathroom and hold Morgan up.
"Baby. Baby. Help me"
She's on the floor, crying out.
"Draven." I yell.
I look at Morgan as she let a whine out and passes out.
"Azazel. What happened?" Draven finally arrives.
"She cried out. Fell. Then passed out."
"She's bleeding."
"Where?" I ask stunned.
"From her uterus." He says, his voice high.
"Draven. Tell me."
"We need to take her to the hospital. I am not sure if it is what I think it is."
I shake him "Draven, move. Go get her ID and some clothes. Fast."
In three minutes, we are in the car. Draven is driving and I hold my baby on the back seat of the car.
"Call Sam" I tell my cellphone.
"Calling Sam." the weird woman voice informs me.
I put the speaker on.
"Z. What is wrong? Is it Sire?"
"Sam. Morgan is bleeding. Draven says is the uterus. Call the hospital and tell them we are coming with an eithteen years old female unconscious. We're there in twenty minutes."
She hangs up.
"If she dies. You'll never see me again. I won't be able to cope."
"My love. Please. Don't do this to me right now. I can't drive this fast while crying."
I sigh and hold her closer to me, placing a kiss in her hair.
Fifteen minutes later we are arriving at the private hospital.
Draven owns it. They will do whatever it takes.
Draven open the door for us and I carry her in my arms up to the stretcher.
They go through a door and I see that everyone is in the waiting room.
I see Draven sitting down.
"What happened?" Sam asks.
"She felt pain and collapsed. She cried and blacked out." I sit too.
"She was bleeding from her uterus or bladder. Not much. 200mL at most." Draven added.
"Is she pregnant? Is it possible, Pa?"
I snap my head up.
"I don't know, Sunu. I don't know. We were going to convoke an emergency meeting. Azazel is concerned that I am treating her like a breeder, and I became feral several times in the last weeks."
"That would explain it. You already knew without knowing, Sire. It is yours."
I gasp and look to Draven.
He's almost crying. I know it. He never cried in front of them before. Never let his guard down.
The doors open and a nurse comes our way.
"Borgonha family. You can go in now. The patient is asking for you."
I stand up and Draven gives me his hand. I take it.
I feel myself shaking. I feel desperation and deep sadness flowing through our bond.
A single tear slides down Draven's face as we enter Morgan's hospital room.
She immediately bursts into tears.
We are on her instantly. Hugging her.
"It's okay Kitten we're here. We're right here."
I look up at the doctor.
"Mr. Borgonha."
Draven stare open eyed to the old man in white robe, "What is wrong with her?"
"Miss Mendes had a miscarriage."