Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 3 – Out of Control

“Come on,” I say, pulling Victor away to a dark corner alcove. “Let’s dance.”

Inside, I stand close to Victor and begin to sway my hips to the music that the DJ just stared playing. I looking up into Victor’s face, breathing him in, relishing his smell, like winter air and pine.

Starting to feel the music, I shake my head so that my hair cascades across my bare shoulders, but Victor takes my chin in his palm and makes me look up at him. “What’s your name,” he asks.

“Evelyn Walsh,” I smile and then turn, pressing my back to his body, letting him feel me. Victor breathes out, a sharp breath, and then I feel him start to move with me. He runs a hand down my side, the other wrapping around my stomach, pressing me closer.

As we dance, I feel that new thing rising within me, the wolf that’s never before had a reason to raise its head. But now I feel it racing, a wild thing finally freed. I laugh and reach my arms up, wrapping them around Victor’s neck.

Victor turns my face and claims my mouth, as I wanted him to, unable to resist. He kisses me hard, his breath coming heavy against my lips. “f**k,” he says, breaking away. “I can’t do this.”

“No, it’s okay,” I say, closing the distance between us. “I want this. It can just be one night.”

“One night,” he growls, clenching his teeth as I run my hand down his stomach, lower, as I saw my sister do earlier tonight. He grabs me by that hand and gives me a warning look as I smirk, knowing I’ve won.

“Let’s go,” he says, tugging me towards the entrance, “and be discreet.”

Victor takes me back to his room, checking around every corner to make sure we aren’t be seen. As soon as the door shuts, he is on me, running his hands across my body, down my back, grabbing my ass.

I give into the impulses that claim my mind, telling me to get closer, to touch more. I hastily pull my dress up over my head, tossing it to the ground and stepping forward.

But Victor steps back, away from me, and for a moment I hesitate. Then I see his eyes, hungry, devouring me as I stand before him naked except, again, for my thong and high heels. “God, Evelyn,” he says, his voice a low growl.

“Evie,” I whisper, a little breathless. “Call me Evie.”

Then, there’s no stopping us. We come together, Victor lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him, running my hands through his hair. He carries me over to the floor-to-ceiling window and presses me against it – I gasp as the cold glass touches my skin.

until I’m lower and I can Victor against me, his hard c**k

lip, suddenly shy. “I

he says, lowering me to the floor. I run my hands down his rippling abs and then slide his

in the sight of his full, magnificent body – his

hand between my shoulder blades and presses

off and moves his foot between my heels, tapping against the inside of my shoes to demand, wordlessly, that I spread my legs.

toying with me. I moan as he adds another finger, slipping inside me, and then dipping lower to touch me at

“More,” I moan, and the next thing I feel is something harder, thicker,

he says, pressing into me, “f**k it, I

……

minutes have passed. “If I knew it felt like that…I’d have been

and laughs softly. “Well get

sheets. I blink the sleep away and sit

and hear the crumple of

STAY HERE, EVELYN.

I’LL STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT.

DON’T LEAVE THE ROOM.

for my phone before realizing – duh, of course – it’s not there. Frantically, I grab the remote and turn on the TV to the local news. Has

confronted with pictures myself – my face

night,” says the journalist voiceover, “of soon-to-be Alpha Victor Kensington cavorting with an unknown floozie. Citizens are outraged, as this goes directly against Kensington’s well-known stance on family

the screen. Pictures of me, pictures of me and Victor, pictures of me and Victor

of us in this room, taken from outside the window – oh my

the glass,

head, sick at what I’ve seen. The f*****g paparazzi – I should have known. Of course, I’ve never had a reason to even think about them before –my father has kept me safe at home,

up on a stage now with reporters gathered before it. A blue box at the top of the screen reads “LIVE.” As I watch,