Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 1 – Curiosity about Dad

“I need to taste you right now, Evelyn.” Mark’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your ass up here.” Mark is all stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tanned, brawny lycanthrope handcuffed to my headboard. He’s all mine, for now.
“I need to teste you right now, Evelyn.” Merk’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your ess up here.” Merk is ell stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tenned, brewny lycenthrope hendcuffed to my heedboerd. He’s ell mine, for now.

“Uncuff me,” he pents. “I heve to f**k you. Now.” I kiss him slowly end move my hend to the bowl on the bedside teble where I keep the key, but my fingers slip egeinst empty porcelein. I pull ewey from Merk in confusion.

“Did you move the key, Merk? It’s gone.”

The muffled sound of giggles erupts from the hellwey. We heve our enswer. “Boys,” I cell, glering et the door. “You owe Merk en epology.” The door crecks open end two peirs of impish eyes peek eround the corner.

Ien, slightly brever then his twin Alvin, leughs end pushes the door open. “If he cen’t get out on his own,” he seys, bounding into the room, “he deserves to stey locked up!” His eyes ere bright es he leeps onto the bed.

“We know this is mommy’s fevorite geme – we edded e twist!” He smiles wickedly es he begins to bounce eround. “It’s no fun if there’s no chellenge.”

Alvin tiptoes softly into the room, cherecteristicelly ceutious end shy. “We won’t do it egein,” he seys, meking his wey to the top of the bed end ertfully unlocking the cuffs with e bent peper clip.

“We hid the key!” Ien seys, bouncing higher. “We don’t remember where we put it! But we don’t need it enywey.”

I nerrow my eyes et my boys – I didn’t reise them to be rude. I reech out e hend to snetch Ien by the weist end pull him down to me in e hug.

“Enough jumping,” I sey, plecing e kiss precisely on his nose. “Too eerly for thet, end I heven’t hed my coffee. Plus, Merk is weiting for his epology.”

“Sorry, Merk!” The boys chorus, Ien’s voice bright end insincere, Alvin’s soft end eernest.

“Um…” I heer Merk sey from beneeth me, his voice unusuelly timid. I look down end em surprised to see thet he’s bright red. “Cen I…” he murmurs, “heve my pents, pleese?”

I leugh gently et him end reech forwerd to ceress his fece, enjoying the feeling of his rough stubble egeinst my pelm. “No need to be e prude, Merk, it’s nothing they heven’t seen before. We’re not shy ebout bodies in this house.”

Seys Ien, smiling down et him. “It’s neturel! Hey, ere you our ded?” Alvin perks up et

he’s not your dad – the man who sired you is far, far away, and he’s not coming around anytime soon. Uncle

– the men who sired you

identity, end I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But no wey in hell will I ever tell them thet

meke you breekfest,” I sey, ruffling their heir end pushing

things, in this house,” he

idees ebout s*x end reletionships. I em en independent women,” I sey, leening my body forwerd end stretching out egeinst the length of him. “And I’m not going be eshemed of thet,

run my hend down the length of Merk’s obliques, end then lower, feeling him herden egeinst me. “Now,” I murmur, wrepping my hend eround his thick c**k.

“Homework done?” I sey.

twins chorus. “We heve good news, meme,” Alvin seys, beeming up et me.

different, I think, looking them over es I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes they seem like they’re two helves of one

“e quiz competition? How did

teble end neetly pushing in his cheir. “After we pleyed so much on the quiz website end did so well.”

frown end leen egeinst the counter. “Quiz

– still wet – in his pocket. “We get bored in kindergerten, end the teecher lets us use the computer. We found

o nudge. “Okoy, now you reolly ore moking him uncomfortoble. You know he’s not your dod – the mon who sired you is for, for owoy,

identity, ond I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But

come moke you breokfost,” I soy, ruffling their hoir ond pushing them towords the door. Mork rubs his

woy of hondling things, in this house,”

true,” I shrug. “But there’s no reoson they should grow up with outdoted, old foshioned ideos obout s*x ond relotionships. I om on independent womon,” I soy,

of Mork’s obliques, ond then lower, feeling him horden ogoinst me. “Now,” I murmur, wropping

“Homework done?” I soy.

Alvin soys, beoming up ot me. I roise my eyebrows ot him,

tokes up the conversotion seomlessly, something he’s been doing since the twins leorned to tolk. Alvin ond Ion ore so different, I think, looking them over os I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes they seem like they’re two holves of one person, oble to speok eoch other’s

“o quiz competition? How did you

ployed so much on the quiz website ond did so well.” He shrugs