"Does your family know of this obsession?"

He growled then kissed her hard. "Shut up. I was just saying that you're fucking beautiful. Take the compliment and let me lick you all over."

She swallowed hard. "Okay."

He backed her to the bed, so she sat down. He grinned, knelt before her, and spread her legs. She blushed as she lay open to him, feeling vulnerable.

"Uh, you know I just had Micah. Things may not be... you know...the same." She blushed again and closed her eyes.

He traced a finger down her folds, and she sucked in her breath. "You're beautiful," he said with a raspy voice.

He brushed his thumb over her clit, and her hips rocked toward him. He groaned and leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath against her, and she moaned. He rubbed small circles on her clit, each movement causing a cascade of pleasure through her. She rose higher and higher, almost reaching that peak, and then he pulled back, and she cursed.

"Adam, don't tease," she grumbled.

He didn't say anything but lowered his head farther so his lips touched her core. She bucked off the bed as he sucked and licked, causing her to scream as she climaxed. Her body blushed, and her nipples ached as she came against his face. He kept licking, sucking up all her juices then slowly licked up her mound to her belly button.

"Not my stomach, please." She was still too self-conscious for him to see her like this.

"I love every part of you."

She tensed at the word love but knew he only meant it in terms of sex, not emotion. Dammit, her body grew cold at the damning thoughts of what the relationship truly was.

He tilted his head and looked at her, completely confused. She gave him a stiff smile and tried to look like she was happy. No use ruining what would be their last time. With his tongue, he traced every stretch mark and bump on her stomach. Tears fell from her eyes as emotion welled within her. He continued his path and licked around the globes of her breasts. Warmth spread through her as he softly caressed each nipple and licked and kissed them.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, so I'm going to be very careful, okay?" he rasped out, his breath uneven.

"Okay," she breathed.

Her body felt light and heavy at the same time, her pussy hole wanting him inside her. Even though she'd just come, she wanted him. Now.

"Adam, please."

"I like the sound of you begging."

"Don't be an ass. Get in me."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I think that's the sexiest thing you've ever said, my sexy redhead."

She tried not to glow under the my part of his statement. It was just sex after all. He pulled back, and she groaned.

"What are you doing?"

He grinned and stripped off his boxer briefs. She almost swallowed her tongue as she watched his cock bounce back up and hit his stomach. A tiny droplet of cum dripped out of the seam at the top, and she licked her lips.

"Fuck, every time you look at me like that, I almost come. I need to get a condom first, okay?"

He rummaged through his nightstand and shouted as he found one. "I'm so glad North makes us keep these in here."

Protection. Damn. She hadn't even thought of it. Now that they were fully mated, and she wasn't pregnant anymore, she could get pregnant with just one time. As werewolves, they couldn't get pregnant without mating first; it was just the way they were wired. Thank God he'd thought of it, or she could've been walking away from him pregnant. Again. If she had been staying, she would have talked to Hannah about some herbs to make sure she was on birth control.

He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down this thick length. She followed his hands with her gaze as he squeezed the base of his dick. She licked her lips, and he grinned.

"I like you there, watching me hold my dick as you arch against the bed, wanting me. I can't wait to stuff you full with my cock and have your pussy clench around me. And you know what, baby? Today, I'm gonna play with that little ass of yours to get it ready for me. Because coming up soon, I'm gonna stuff that little ass full and watch you scream my name."

Damn, she loved to talk dirty like this. She'd never had anal sex before, and though she knew she never would with him because she was leaving, just the idea sent shivers down her spine. She wanted him there. She wanted him everywhere. That was the problem.

"Scoot your butt up and grip the headboard," he ordered, his voice low and growly.

She obeyed instantly, letting herself get into the moment. She wrapped her hands wrapped around the firm oak of the headboard, and she spread her legs. He grinned then got on the bed to kneel between them. In one quick movement, he grabbed below both her knees and pushed them closer to her head, then slammed into her.

She shouted as she came around him, but he didn't let her rest. He pulled back out, her pussy clenching onto him like it didn't want to let go. He groaned and slammed back in, over and over again. She held onto the headboard as it slammed against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

He pulled her back and set her on her knees. "I don't want that slamming to wake up Micah," he whispered, and she cooled. Fuck, she hadn't even though of the baby. Talk about a way to take her out of the moment.

He gripped her hair and pulled back her head back so her lips met his. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and their teeth clashed together with the force of this kiss. "I'm sorry. Let me get you back in the mood."

She grinned as he licked and kissed his way down her spine, ending at her bottom. He spread her cheeks, and she blushed.

"Damn, I think I love every part of you."

Just as she was about to say something, she felt his tongue at her back entrance. Holy shit. He gently probed the area and licked and sucked. It should've felt weird and invasive, but for some reason, it turned her on as all hell. He kept licking and probing and, at the same time, massaging her cheeks. She blushed as she moaned and wiggled against his face. He slowly lowered his tongue and licked her pussy. She could feel him groaning against her, and then she felt a finger slowly replace his tongue. She froze as he slowly rimmed the entrance then pushed his finger in. She clenched around him, and he groaned.

"You're so tight baby but don't worry. I'm just going to get you ready. It's gonna take a few times. I won't hurt you."

She nodded but ignored that. He was already hurting her more than he knew. Just not physically.

He continued to play and tease her until she thrashed against him, needing release. He moved so his other fingernail could gently scrape against her clit, and she came. She breathed his name as he slid into her. He was so deep that she could barely breathe, barely think. He gripped her hips and pistoned into her. Her body was boneless, her energy waning, but she could feel herself about to come again. She didn't think she could take anymore. But Adam didn't think the same apparently, so he pushed in one final time, and they came together. She felt his hot seed within the condom and let out a whimper at the loss. She and her wolf both had wanted to feel him in her fully. But it was for the best.

They collapsed in each other's arms, and she closed her eyes. She felt him pull out and get off the bed to take care of the condom. When he got back into bed, he wrapped them both in the blankets, reached over to make sure the baby monitor was as loud as it could go, then fell asleep with her in his arms. As he drifted off, she swore she could've heard him mumble something about love. But she ignored it, too afraid she would hear Anna's name at the end.

Her body grew cold, even with the furnace of a mate surrounding her. She needed to find a way to protect herself and her baby. She knew she'd be broken far more than she was now once she left.

Chapter 18.

Glass shattered, and the room grew still. An oily black feeling crept over her arms and threatened to suffocate her. She floated weightless along the current, the air a misty hue of what it once was. Dark eyes loomed in the distance, a red iris striking against the Black. Whatever haunted her cackled, the sound like knives leaving cuts and blood in its wake.

Bay sat straight up in bed, her heart in her throat. Just a dream. It had to be just a dream. A fucking weird dream. She immediately put her hand on Adam-no, on Adam's cold side of the bed.

The irrational part of her felt like someone had hit her in the stomach. He couldn't be gone. He's said he'd stay. But no, just because he wasn't there for the moment didn't mean he was gone forever. She needed to get over her low self-esteem issues.

Bile rose in her throat as she thought of the dream. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but she knew who it was.

Caym.

Her father.

Well, sperm donor. She didn't count the bastard as much more than that. A chill hit the air, and goose bumps rose on her arm.

Micah.

Unease filling her, she tossed back the covers and ran to the nursery. She couldn't sense Adam in the house, but something else was there.

Something dark.

Her wolf clawed to the surface, and she let her claws slice through her fingertips, ready to protect her child. She slammed open the door and froze.

Caym stood over Micah's crib, a spine-chilling smile on his face. He turned his head to the side in a way that reminded her of that silent episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The episode that had given her nightmares and made her want to cry like a baby. Caym straightened and licked his lips but didn't utter a word.

She couldn't move, couldn't think past the fact that the demon who'd haunted her life, who'd slit Josh's throat and broken every little bone in Finn's body, stood over her son's crib. The demon wore a crisp black suit with a shockingly white silk shirt and black tie. The sharp angles of his face looked like they could cut glass.

Thankfully, she'd taken after her mom with her curves and Micah already looked so much like Adam. At least that part of her tainted genetic code hadn't contaminated her son. Caym smiled again, and she tried to take a step forward, the need to save her son stronger than her fear. He flicked his wrist, and she flew back into the music room door across the hall, her head slamming into the wood and stars bursting behind her eyes.

She tried to get up, and he laughed.

Laughed.

"Oh child, why do you fight it?"

His voice was like a smooth cognac. It slid over her and made her want to vomit. She ignored the pain in her head and the blood running down her fingers and tried to stand.

Wait. Blood?

She'd sliced her hand against the lock on the doorframe as she'd flown threw the air and hadn't even noticed it. The copper scent stung her nose, and she blinked. God, she needed to get up. Needed to save her son. She stood and growled.

The demon laughed again.

"Do you know why I wanted you, blood of my own?"

"I don't give a fuck. Get away from my son," she growled.

Where was Adam? Why wasn't here protecting their child? Blood roared through her ears at his rejection, but she ignored it. Micah was far more important.

"Yes, my grandson. Quite a feat for you. You fucked a Jamenson, and the fates smiled upon me. Now I'll raise your son in my image. The blood of the Jamensons runs through his veins, yet he'll rule by my side. I love the irony. You did me well, child."

She narrowed her eyes and tried to calculate the odds of her making it out of this alive. On one hand, he would want her to live in her misery. On the other, she would do her best to injure him, most likely getting herself killed in the process, but maybe, just maybe, Micah would live.

That was all that mattered.

Where was Adam?

Oh, God, what if he were already dead? She tugged on her bond to him, and she felt him move.

Good, he was alive. But not here.

Damn.

"You can't have him. He is my son."

"Oh, Bay, you have your mother's spirit." He grinned, and a darkness settled over him. "I loved that I fucked that spirit out of her. She fought like the bitch she was, but don't worry, fate wanted you here. After all, she was my mate. How else could you have been born?"

Her stomach clenched, and she wanted to vomit at his cruel words. Rage pooled through her, and she lunged. He moved slightly, drawing Micah into his arms. She scraped her claws down Caym's side, and he kicked out, throwing her against the dresser. She got up quickly, ignoring the pain, but it was too late. Caym blinked away, her son in his arms.

"No!"

She screamed until her throat was raw. She screamed Micah's and Adam's names, but neither of them were there. Shakily, she got to her feet and staggered to the empty crib. She clutched Micah's blanket to her nose and inhaled his baby scent laced with pine. Tears streamed down her face, and agony ripped through her.

"Bay!" Adam roared from the front door as she heard the wood splinter from its frame.

She heard his footsteps as he ran closer and wrapped his body around hers, his pine scent enveloping her. She didn't melt against him like she would have before this. She didn't close her eyes and inhale his musk and think "mate."

He hadn't been there when she needed him.

"Where is he? I can smell that demon. Where is he?"

His words lashed out at her, and she pushed him away with such force that he staggered back.

"Caym's gone. He took our son and left. He said he was going to raise him as his own and make us watch. But where were you? Where were you?" With each statement and question, her voice rose to a screech. She could hear the others in the room as they gathered in their home. She felt the tension along her skin as the others felt the shock of hearing one of their own was missing.

But they'd felt his before after all. With Adam's first mate and child. This was just a repeat performance.

Not on her watch. She strode away from him and stormed into the living room.

"What do you plan to do?" she screamed. "You're the fucking Redwood Pack. Don't just sit back and let my baby be lost."

Everyone in the room froze, and Edward lowered his head. That this man, this wolf, would do that floored her.

He raised his head, his eyes glowing gold. "We will find your son. The Centrals will not have your child. He is ours. He is our blood. We will fight for him."

Jasper, the Beta of the Pack, came to her and bared his throat. Her wolf whimpered, not liking the submission and apology in their eyes. "We will fight, but we may lose. Know this. We are strong, but the demon is stronger."

"Josh and I have his blood. We are strong too," she promised.

Josh nodded, the scar on his throat stark against his tan skin.

"I know; that's what we're hoping," Kade added. "We won't let anything happen to Micah."

"Don't make any promises you can't keep," she growled, aware that all might be lost but not wanting to voice it.

"Bay," Adam whispered from beside her.

She'd known he was there. She'd felt his presence like a second skin. Her wolf had cuddled close to the surface to feel his, but Bay had ignored it.