Pulling her short hair up into a bun, Lyne stared back at her reflection in the mirror. She was a twenty-three years old mother of one with golden hair, blue eyes, and a curvy body. She moved sideways to check her butts and she chuckled at her silliness of checking how she had grown those past years. 

Memories of how she had given birth to Aurora came rushing through her mind and she smiled. She had been scared at first as the pain came. She began to panic and at some point, she felt she was going to die or worse lose her baby because she is unaware of what to do exactly.

Lyne rubbed her stomach and flashed back to the hospital. Holding the little human covered in red and the cutest thing she had ever seen. She was overwhelmed with joy and excitement and for that moment, she forgot all her pains and sorrow. The fact that she had endured a lot was washed down the drain as she held her newborn baby. Kissing her forehead as she cried, her tiny hands folded tightly. When Dan and Marianne arrived, tears began to flow down her cheeks as she remembered Zeidan's words. He promised to be there for all her firsts. Well, he also said that even if he wasn't there physically, he'll always be with her.

That little baby was now growing and it gladdened her heart each day that she never agreed to terminate her pregnancy. Running a hand through her bun and causing it to fall again, she thought of Zeidan and his declaration of making her the Queen. She was now officially the Omega of Vampire City if that title was allowed. She smiled.

"You have been smiling for hours now." She heard a deep voice behind her, jolting her from her thoughts.

"Is there anything I should know?"

"Er...not really." She grabbed a flower-printed robe and wrapped it around her body, ready to take her bath, and stepped out to the room.

"Just getting ready..."

But she stopped and gasped when she would see Zeidan. He was now back on his feet and his hair color was back to normal. The dark eyes had cleared and his smile and mischievous grin had returned. He was every shade of perfection. He was bare-chested and he placed his hands on his waist, standing with his legs apart as he looked at her from across the room. 

She stared at him from his feet to his waist, abs, chest, and adam's apple. His lips were curved and his brown eyes smiled at her. Her heart jolted and knowing that they were alone made her feel like jumping on Zeidan and kissing him. 

But what if in the process, Aurora needs to eat or needs something? She bit her lips. Different thoughts began to run through her mind. 

"I have fed her and she is in the nursery together with Gabe."

Telepathy. 

"You still have this habit of reading my mind, uh?" She teased, arms folded and he walked closer.

"No matter how hard I try, I tend to be able to hear your thoughts especially if they are nasty."

"Hey!" She hit his arm jokingly and he laughed. 

"Come on, it's true. I know what you're thinking." He closed the gap between them and placed his hand on her back, rubbing it in circles and sending an electrifying feeling up her spine. 

Lyne clung to him, hands on his warm chest and body.

"And I know what you want." She replied, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

"Damn!" He muttered before kissing her hungrily, his desire and thirst for her obvious. 

As he kissed her deeply, his hands didn't fail to run over her body, and soon, he couldn't take it anymore, taking off her robe. Lyne sighed shakily, letting it off and running her hands over his masculinity as well. He was strong and built. Just as she remembered. He slid his hands to her back and grabbed the firm mounds of her buttocks, provoking a chuckle from Lyne.

"I've missed you, Lyne." He said in between the kisses and Lyne just moaned in response, taking her hands up to his chest and running them up and down his nipples, feeling his muscles rippling. 

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed and carried Lyne so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. He placed her against a wall and began to kiss her mouth, chin, and throat, nibbling at the flesh. 

"Ugh!" A soft groan came from Lyne first and when he placed his wet lips on her breast, she let out another groan, loud and audible this time, closing her eyes and throwing her head back against the wall. 

"Oh yes, Zeidan. I missed you so much more."

"Sweetheart, I am going to give you my all and make sure you never run from me ever again," Zeidan said, his voice deep and turning her on. What was he going to do?

Her blood boiled with hunger and excitement that she wriggled herself up against him, longing for more of his touch.

"Fuck, just get to it!" 

Before she could stop herself, the moment Zeidan grabbed her other breast into his mouth, she gripped his hair and bit her lips. Her whole body shook and there she knew how much she had so missed him. He was a part of her. A huge chunk of her in fact that as soon as he was detached from her, she was nothing but a half moving about. He was the missing set that completed her. After feasting on the two mounds at intervals, he ran his tongue down her stomach, his fingers doing the same magic. Lyne felt like she was in paradise and as she needed something to lean on, not wanting to be cut off from this magical moment of sensuality, she let out her sharp claws and dug them into the walls on each side, spreading her thighs for Zeidan to explore.

He didn't think twice before sliding over there, running his mouth over and everywhere. Not missing the core. She shook vigorously at how efficient he was in making her feel wholesome, shutting her eyes tightly and letting out sharp screams and gasping in pleasure. He was good. No doubt about that.

"Oh fuckin kill me!" She told him, encouraging him by pressing herself against him. After a few moments of breaking apart all barriers of shame and hardness, causing her to scream his name in the room and begin for more, Zeidan stood, his hair rumpled and gaze dark. He looked down at her, making her toes curl and quiver. 

"Sshhh." He told her. "I'm yet to begin."

She grinned, ready to take him all in as he carried away from the wall and to the table in the room. He bent her over, making her stretch her arms over the length of the furniture and he ran his hands over her back. He ran his index finger through her spine, causing her to have good bumps all over her skin. She was heavily aroused, yet he tortured her. 

He ran his strong, warm hands over her buttocks and smacked it lightly, which she moaned in response to, before unzipping his pants and she felt his shaft go into her. Slowly at first, before she got used to him again and they went at the same pace. Their grunts, moans, and cry of pleasure filled the room, awakening a sense of life that had been missing before.