Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Willow POV

What a beautiful night we shared. I look at Lazarus sleeping so soundly beside me in the bed. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love him at this moment. I think I may have exhausted him last night. The poor man had to keep getting blood bags to keep up with me. Who knew a fairy in heat could drain a vampire. He gave me everything I wanted until we finally passed out from exhaustion.

I lean over and kiss his cheek. I reach under the covers to feel his chest. I wonder how long this heat cycle lasts. I could ask Prissy. That would be a little strange to ask her. I do not have anyone else to ask. I am not sure about my body or anything. I will have to confide in her.

I want him now. I feel a sudden urge to have him at this moment. As I begin to caress him under the cover, someone knocks on the damn door. Lazarus opens his eyes. I think he is relieved.

He gets out of bed to see who it is. He grabs a robe for me to wrap up in and one for himself.

“I am sorry to disturb you, but the council wants to see Willow right away,” Prissy says.

“I will let her know,” Lazarus says.

“Wait, tell her to come in,” I say.

Prissy comes into the room. I am sure it smells of hot sex. I do not care; I need to ask her.

“Laz, honey, can I have a moment with your mother?” I ask him.

“Sure, I am going to shower,” he says.

Lazarus goes into the bathroom to shower. Prissy sits down on the chair beside our bed. All I can think about is how Lazarus had me bent over that chair last night. Oh damn, I need him again.

“Prissy, I have to ask you something. I do not want to make you uncomfortable, but I need to know,” I say to her.

“You’re in heat,” Prissy says.

“How did you know?” I ask.

“Trust me, I know,” Prissy says.

“How long will this last?” I ask.

“It will stop once you are either pregnant or the cycle with complete after forty-eight hours,” she says.

“I have shit to do. I cannot be like this for the next day,” I say.

“Honey, my best advice I can give you is simple. Trust your urges,” Prissy says.

“But I have to meet with the council,” I say.

“I think they will understand,” Prissy says.

“If you will excuse me, I have something to handle in the shower,” I say.

“I will handle the council,” Prissy says.

Prissy leaves the room almost giddy. I drop my robe. I go into the bathroom.

“Lazarus, can you help me with something?’ I ask him.

“Sure, sweetie, what is it?” he asks.

I open the shower door. “I need you to fuck me all day long,” I say.

“I can certainly help you with that,” he says.

“It won’t stop until you either in pregnant me or forty-eight hours pass. So I need you to see how many times you can satisfy these urges I am having,” I say.

“I guess we better cancel all of our plans,” he says.

“Yes, I think we better. You are mine until this is over,” I say.

I get into the shower with him. “Let me wash you first. You were a dirty little fairy last night,” he says.

“I had a good teacher,” I say.

“I had an even better student,” Lazarus says.

“What are you going to teach me today?” I ask.

“Whatever you want to learn,” Lazarus says.

Lazarus begins washing my body, setting me on fire. I feel a blaze rolling inside me, more potent than before. “Are you okay?” Lazarus asks.

“I feel like I am on fire,” I say.

“This is it. This heat is the one to get you pregnant. Are you sure this is what you want right now?” Lazarus asks.

“Yes,” I answer him. I pull him to me. I need him now. The fire is more potent than last night. I almost feel like I will faint. He turns me around, pressing against the shower wall. He tilts my hips up. I am on fire waiting for him to enter me. He thrust into me. I reach down to rub my clit while he pleasures my fiery hole.

“Give me what I want!” I moan.

I push back. I need it. “Fuck me!” I scream.

He grabs my hips as he thrust deeper. I begin to cum. I am aching for his cum inside me. I push back again, begging for him to fill me. He thrust into me, burying his cock deep inside me as he unloads his seed into me.

When he pulls out of me, I feel at ease. I collapse into his arms. “I think you can safely wash me now,” I say.

“Let’s test the theory,” Lazarus says.

He begins washing my hair. It feels good, but I am no longer on fire. He washes my body which is enjoyable, but I no longer feel the need to have him buried inside me.

“Well, I guess we do not have to stay in bed all day after all,” he says.

“We can if you want to,” I say.

“I have to tell you when you are in heat. It is scorching,” Lazarus says.

“Well, we have to do this again,” I say.

“If we are planning to have a big family, I am sure we will,” Lazarus says.

“That is right. I almost forgot that you want a dozen kids,” I say.

“Only if you do,” Lazarus says.

“I think you can probably get me to agree to anything when I am in heat,” I say.

“Well, there are ways around it, so you do not get pregnant,” Lazarus says.

“Well, we will explore those options later,” I say.

“I love you, Willow,” Lazarus says.

“I love you, Lazarus,” I say.

“What time is the council coming? I assume that is what you were asking, mother,” Lazarus says.

“Actually, I asked her long I would want to rape her son?” I say.

“You didn’t,” Lazarus says.

“Actually, I asked her how long it would last,” I say.

“I am sure she was fine with helping you,” Lazarus says.

“Laz, I have no one to ask womanly questions. I would never want her to feel uncomfortable, but I need her help,” I say.

Laz pulls me in closer to him. The warm water is running between us. “She will always be here for you when you need her. She can help you a lot. She is the queen of the vampires,” Lazarus says.

“Laz, why is there such a rift between your mother and your father,” I ask.

“Oh, Willow, that is a long story,” Lazarus says.

“Give me the short version,” I say.

“He hurt her. So she refused to turn into a hybrid. She only gave him one child. She refuses to see him unless she has to. He changed after she iced him out, but she will not forgive him. Willow, some things are not forgivable,” Lazarus says.

“Why didn’t they divorce?” I ask.

“That is not an option in royalty. If we decide we cannot be together, we cannot get a divorce. We can live separately, but there will be no divorce. Our marriage is forever,” Lazarus says.

“Good. I do not plan on letting you go,” I say.