Hunting Gypsy (A Hauntingly Romantic Halloween Novella Book 3) by M.K. Moore

Author:M.K. Moore [Moore, M.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flirty Filth Publishing
Published: 2018-10-18T23:00:00+00:00

Seven

Duncan

Gypsy had a different idea for a nap then I did, but I must say I liked hers better. After I filled her with my seed several more times, she finally slept. I, however could nowt. My bear is pacing within me. Something big is coming. Something, that is much more troubling than that bawbag witch, who lacks sense.

Does he nowt know how Mates work? Regardless, this is something entirely different. Making my way back to the bed I get in it as quietly as I can. My perfect Mate looks like an angel when she is sleeping. My gothic angel. She moans, and I am instantly hard, but I push it aside. She needs her rest.

A short time later, I am awoken by Gypsy riding my cock.

“Lass, you cannae keep waking me up like this,” I say jokingly. She can fuck me any damn time she pleases.

“Yes, the fuck I can. Ah, fuck. Why is this so amazing? I can't get enough of you. There is no way this isn't love. It should be chemical but fuuuuck,” she moans as I flip her on her back and slam in and out of her.

“That is because it is love, Gypsy. The kind that dinnae wain.”

“Ever?”

“Forever,” I agree, kissing her.

“I love you,” she screams as she comes on my cock.

“Tha gaol agam ort,” I growl as I fill her again.

“Oh fuck, something is happening.”

“What?”

“It’s the strangest sensation, Duncan. Like I'm complete.”

I look down between us and see that her belly is glowing brightly. I quickly pull out of her. I watch as her eyes fill with tears.

“Your seed has taken hold. Oh my God, I'm pregnant,” she says with a huge smile. “I wasn't sure this would show up so soon between us, but I am happy that it happened. Are you?”

“Of course, lass. I just ne’er knew there was any way to know the exact moment it happens,” I say in awe, dropping to the bed beside her with my hand on her belly, next to her own.

“I think it's just witches, but I could be wrong,” she says as the glow dims lower and lower until it goes out.

A few minutes later, an ear-piercing scream rings out. I jump out of bed and throw my jeans back on.

“Stay here,” I say as I run from the bedroom, barefoot. I dinnae think she will actually listen to me, but I hope so.

I skid to a stop about five doors down in the confined hallway. There are huge and old-fashioned antique furniture pieces lining the hallway. It kind of feels like a storage area because there are so many. I see the bawbag from earlier dangling in the air. He is being held up by a specter. Up in the highlands, there are tons roaming the moors, left behind from one war, or another, but I’ve not seen one this closely.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demand.

“Trespasser in the Oakes Mansion. No permission from the owner.” I am even less prepared for the specter to be speaking to me.

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