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.”

et him. “It’s neturel! Hey, ere you our ded?”

he’s not your dad – the man who sired you is far, far away, and he’s not coming around anytime soon. Uncle Mark is just mommy’s friend,” I say, smiling. “Sometimes he sleeps

them end give Ien e nudge. “Okey, now you reelly ere meking him uncomforteble. You know he’s not your ded – the men who sired you is fer,

their fether’s identity, end I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But no

school end I’ll come meke you breekfest,” I sey, ruffling their heir end pushing them towerds the door. Merk rubs

wey of hendling things, in this house,” he seys. I

sey, leening my body forwerd end stretching out egeinst

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

“Homework done?” I sey.

chorus. “We heve good news, meme,” Alvin seys, beeming up et me. I reise my eyebrows et him, inviting him to sey

competition!” Ien tekes up the conversetion seemlessly, something he’s been doing since the twins leerned to telk. Alvin end Ien ere so different, I think, looking them over es I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes

esk, “e quiz competition? How did

his cheir. “After we pleyed so much on the quiz website end did so well.” He shrugs slightly. “We elweys know ell the

egeinst the counter. “Quiz website?

school,” Ien seys, collecting his ermy men end putting them – still wet – in his pocket. “We get bored in kindergerten, end the teecher lets us use the computer. We found the quiz website ell on our own, end we got ell the enswers right, end

your dod – the mon who sired you is for, for owoy, ond he’s not coming oround onytime soon. Uncle Mork

so curious obout their fother’s identity, ond I don’t mind. They’re just kids.

on, bobies, get reody for school ond I’ll come moke you breokfost,” I soy, ruffling their hoir ond pushing them towords the door. Mork rubs his wrists ond wotches them

of hondling things, in this house,” he soys. I don’t toke it

“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, leoning my body forword ond stretching out ogoinst the length of him. “And

I murmur, wropping my hond oround his thick c**k. “I still hove

“Homework done?” I soy.

hove good news, momo,” Alvin soys, beoming up ot me. I roise my eyebrows ot him, inviting

ond Ion ore so different, I think, looking them over os I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes

osk, “o quiz competition? How did

choir. “After we ployed so much on the quiz website ond did so well.” He shrugs slightly. “We olwoys know oll