four is toooo many babies!! What's Vance got in store for their date?
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “You okay hun,” I heard, as I blinked rapidly and tried to focus. Jesus did I faint? What was I…? “Oh god, the baby! Did I drop her,” I shouted, shooting upright. I took in the smiling face of the Omega, the babies’ mom. We were in my tent, she was sitting next to me on the bed. No one else was here. I immediately heard laughing children outside but not too close. “Ohh no, Jack caught her but please! Georgia is the ultimate daredevil, absolutely no fear in that child. If she’d have hit the ground she'd have turned it into a roll and hopped up with a smile. I’d kill to have a tenth of her flexibility. Jack wants to start her on gymnastics,” she said, laughing. I sighed and suddenly felt extremely tired. Lonely on another level, when loneliness had always been my friend. “I’m Grace by the way, I don’t think we got that far,” she said, offering her hand. I shook it. “Daphne Patterson, though I guess they don’t use two names here,” I said, making a face.
~Liam’s Point of View~ “The entire fucking island probably thinks I’m a pathetic charity case. So easy to attack,” I seethed, throwing a cup that I’d just finished drinking from. “That’s not fair and you know it. Apollo is a fucking warrior, the way he trains is insane,” Vance said, blowing me off. I knew that to be true, the male was insufferable. He had no friends and no one could stand him so he worked out all day, everyday. Obsessed with his body. He was the master overlord in the training fields to the poor trainees who thought somehow learning from him was the best thing ever. I needed to get up, get the hell out of this fairy hut. It smelled incredibly fucking weird in here, like what I imagined being in a witches’ house would be like. Herbs and weird concoctions. Vance’s overwhelming-at-times sage odor fit right in. Tanwen was doing all he could to heal us, though I knew it was Christian’s blood that helped more than anything. It pained me to be that dependent on someone
~Daphne’s Point of View~ ~What the hell Daphne,” Vance shouted, as he flicked the liquid off of his bare chest. I turned my eyes back to my breakfast plate and acted like I hadn’t just thrown my orange juice at him. I stabbed at my eggs and shoveled them in my mouth. After seeing Liam last night I barely slept. I was too pissed off. It was obvious that going to the shifter royals was pointless so my only option was to go to the fairies and beg. Though I had no clue how to find them, how to find one I needed that could get me the fuck out of here. The prospect of being homeless on the streets of New York suddenly sounded a hell of a lot better than being stuck here. I wasn’t about to let strangers essentially decide the rest of my life. The very least … oh and I mean the VERY damn least these men could do is try to meet me halfway. I didn’t know completely what that meant but it seems like I’m the only one making a sacrifice here. Being forced to have a child I know perfectly well I
~Vance’s Point of View~ There was a definite shift with Daphne and I had no idea why. It almost seemed like part of the light in her eyes was gone and that was before I even brought her home. I watched her laying in my bed and it just did something to my heart. Definitely to Rowe as well. She looked damn good there and now she’d reek of us. *Does anyone know why the hell Daphne is so angry today,* I asked my brothers, over mind-link. Liam was supposed to come home today, and Apollo was nowhere to be found. Not that anyone was looking, we only cared that he wasn’t here. Likely brooding up in the mountains somewhere. *What do you mean? Is she upset about seeing Liam get hurt,* Christian asked. I rubbed my face and leaned against the wall, anxiously waiting for Liam's response. When I didn’t get one that pretty much told me what I needed to know. I didn’t know how but he’d done something. *Thanks for ruining my day you miserable fuck,* I said, just to Liam. *She’ll be fine, you c
~Daphne’s Point of View~ As we ate a dinner that I now knew was $1,000 a plate and listened to a live band play jazz music, I seriously couldn’t help but wonder how this was my life. Yeah tonight was temporary but what Vance clearly wanted was to give me the memory. To show me he was willing to make the effort. That maybe sometimes I could have the best of both worlds. But certainly our time would almost all be spent in his world. I still couldn’t bring myself to say it was my world. I had told Gabby I wanted them to meet me halfway and if this wasn’t it, I didn’t know what was, though again … temporary. Being back in the states, wearing a fairy dress literally made by a real live fairy … it was beyond a dream. Certainly something a one year ago Daphne Patterson couldn’t have even remotely expected. Maybe another part of this night was trust. Vance needed to show that he believed enough in what we had so far, what I’d started with Christian to make me stay. Though I could find a
~Daphne’s Point of View~Things got pretty blurry after our dance but then we were in a limo by ourselves, his shirt was off and his fingers were between my legs and inside me as we kissed. I practically rode his hand, absolutely greedy with his touch, wet from his kisses and high on him. This was the same rush I felt with Christian, just an absolute pure blinding flood of sensory overload. Of not being able to get enough.I’d had a brief chat with Grace about it, she said it's how Omegas are programmed and all that. She said if I’d let them, the triplets would be more than happy to better explain it all to me. But really, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it all. The fact that if I left them my body would have withdrawals. It was already hooked.“Hmm,” I moaned, as I felt the car stop. But he didn’t stop, not for a second. Our kisses grew sloppy, too greedy as our lips broke. His mouth moved to the tops of my breasts and I bounced on his lap, desperately wishing his dick was pleasur
~Daphne’s Point of View~ When we found a bedroom I was pleased to see some condoms on the bed. I hadn’t thought that far ahead but someone had. “I’m going to worship you,” he said, as he gently laid me down. There wasn’t much light in the room, and just as if he heard my thought he moved to a lamp on the nightstand and turned it on. I had no idea what shifters considered foreplay or romance but then again I didn’t know myself. He then moved down to my feet and gently took one, kissing the top of it. I giggled, and still fought every urge in me to cover myself. Even with Christian it had been a massive struggle. I had wiggly bits and things I hated about myself. If I could get a breast reduction, truth be told I’d probably do it. But watching him kiss down my leg, then up my thigh, those fierce purple eyes glued to me… It all melted away. There was something almost wicked to his look and I’d never been more turned on. I should maybe feel like a slut, that’s what normal Daphne w
~Vance’s Point of View~ I rubbed my nose into my beautiful mate’s hair, taking a deep breath. Holding her while she slept had to be one of the hottest things. Everything about her screamed mine. I honestly had no idea what she saw about this world that was so special. Stuffy people, so many rules. Fuck rules. The Sky Light is freedom, it's living how you want. *Not for everyone,* Rowe said, perking up. Shit, he’s right. How could Liam and I come from the same womb, the same of nearly everything but have such different lives? I knew the answer to that and it turned something rotten in my heart. He wants to be the oldest and most protective yet Christian and I have had to run interference in his life this entire time. We protect him as best we can. Maybe not from physical harm but from hating himself. From turning that energy and feeling of hopelessness into something dark. We have always been terrified of him becoming his father. Everything we’d been doing was to steer our path an