Crimson Veil (Book I)

The Consequences

Elena stood in the center of the room, her body trembling from the raw power that still lingered within her. Four months carrying the heir, she had learned to control the magic most of the time, but there were moments—dangerous, fleeting moments—when she was at the verge of losing herself to it. The power swirled inside her like a storm, waiting for her to either rein it in or let it loose.

Lucien and Dante stood on either side of her, their eyes locked on hers. The air between them was thick with tension, with the weight of what had just happened.

Elena's breath came in heavy gasps as she tried to compose herself, but the need—the overwhelming need for more—was still there. "More," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "I need more."

Lucien moved first, stepping behind her, his hand gripping her waist tightly. "You think you can handle more?" His voice was firm, but there was a trace of concern beneath it. "You've already pushed yourself too far."

Dante's hand grazed her arm as he moved in front of her, his touch sending sparks of electricity through her body. "Don't listen to him," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're only just beginning to feel what you're capable of. You want more, don't you?"

Elena moaned softly, her body instinctively responding to Dante's words. "Yes... more... I need it."

Lucien's hands tightened on her waist, pulling her back against him. "Control it, Elena," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Don't let it control you."

But Dante's hand slid down her belly, caressing the tight curve where the heir was growing. His touch was softer, more coaxing. "Let it free, Elena," he murmured, his lips grazing her neck. "Let go."

Elena was caught between them, her mind spinning with the conflicting sensations—the need for control and the pull of surrender. Lucien's grip on her waist was firm, grounding her, but Dante's touch was electric, tempting her to let go completely.

Lucien growled in frustration, his hand moving down to cup her belly. "You're at your limit, Elena. Don't let this power consume you."

Dante's voice was soft, seductive. "She can handle it, Lucien. She wants to handle it." His hands slid lower, caressing her thighs, pulling her closer to him. "Isn't that right, love? You want more, don't you?"

Elena gasped, her body arching between them as the power inside her swelled, threatening to take over. "Yes..." she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I need it."

Lucien's growl deepened as he positioned himself behind her. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep pushing like this," he warned, his hands gripping her tightly. "I won't let that happen."

Dante chuckled softly, his hands sliding around her belly, rubbing it gently. "She's stronger than you think, Lucien. She's already handling more than you give her credit for." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Aren't you, Elena?"

Elena whimpered, caught between their touches, her body trembling with the intensity of the magic that pulsed inside her. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can take it."

Lucien's grip tightened as he thrust into her, hard and fast, pulling her back against him with every movement. "Control it, Elena," he growled. "Feel the power, but don't let it take over."

But Dante was there, his hands guiding her, pulling her closer to him, his lips brushing against her skin. "Let go, Elena. Let the magic take you. You don't need to hold back."

Elena moaned louder, her body arching between them as Lucien thrust harder, his movements deliberate and commanding. But Dante's touch was softer, more insistent, his hands rubbing her growing belly, feeling the life inside her.