Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 11 – A Celebrity Case

I sigh, arms crossed, as I watch the cars pull away with my boys, saying a silent prayer. In my heart, I know Victor will keep them safe, but still – a mother’s fears run deep.

After the car moves out of my sight I turn and head back into my house, shifting into counselor mode. I wasn’t kidding when I told Victor I had a big day planned – but it’s less spa and more work, unfortunately. I’ve got bills to pay.

I head into my office and quickly straighten up some loose papers on my desk, nudging my grey armchair back into its place parallel to the green velvet loveseat where my clients sit. The boys must have been in here, fooling around.

As I put finish up, I hear a knock on my office’s outside door. Susan, right on time.

Susan rushes through the door as soon as I pull it open, a pink scarf draped over her head to obscure her face. Poor Susan – she’s always so ashamed of coming to see me for counseling, not wanting anyone to see her come in or out.

“I don’t think anyone’s looking, Susan,” I say gently, but I draw the shades closed anyway.

“Oh, you never know!,” she laughs. “Can’t be too careful.” She gives me a sunny smile that I know she doesn’t feel.

I take my pen and notebook off of the desk and neatly fold myself into my chair, pulling on a cardigan that I folded over the back. More professional, I think, than my silk-and-lace remember-that-time-you-knocked-me-up dress.

“So, Susan,” I say, getting right into it, “Have you and Adrian tried any of the role playing techniques that we talked about last session?”

Susan laughs awkwardly and blushes. I smile and wait patiently for her to respond. Susan came to me about six months ago, desperate to fix her relationship. She and Adrian are deeply in love but, as with many werewolf/human couples, they have some trouble connecting in the bedroom.

“Yes,” Susan finally says, smiling coyly. “We were able to find some ways to engage in…”

“Roleplay…” I suggest softly

“Mmhmm!” she says, her lips pursed. “It allowed us to move more slowly, so that we could incorporate more…” she blushes again.

“Foreplay?” I offer.

Susan is beat

did you

covers her face with her hands to hide her deep blush, but I can see her smile. “Yes! I did. It definitely allowed me to be more…aroused…so that the size of his…” she looks at me from between her fingers and I nod, letting her know

finish for her. Susan laughs

mean, you know all the intimate details of my s*x life but I still struggle to say…p***s”

own time,” I say, shrugging. “It took me a long time to figure out what I like in bed and how to talk about

communicate your need for more foreplay, it

lean forward, ready to listen. “Well,” she said. “All of the roleplay got Adrian really worked up too,” she said. “There were some moments that…well, that freaked me

a little bit.” I raise my

that a problem for you?” I

she pulls aside her t-shirt and showing me a ring of teeth marks on her shoulder. “I mean is it okay? I read all this stuff about

this,” I say. “Did

bit,” she says softly, “but

know, Susan, that biting and marking are part of werewolf s****l culture. It can be a violent act, of course, but between a wolf and his mate it’s a sign of arousal, and affection, and claiming. When he bites you, does it feel

slowly, “No,” she says. “I can feel that he wants me, but not that he wants me to suffer. It also heals, like, super fast,” she says, pulling her shirt aside to look again at the ring of

peering at it. “Wolf wounds work faster, it’s

voice. “Am I…am I going to turn into a wolf now?”

isn’t transferred through bites, it’s genetic,

tend to be dominant, so they will

haven’t had a conversation about what

remember that you’re human and that he needs to ask you to consent to things that you’re unfamiliar with. He loves you, and you deserve to decide whether or not you want to be bitten during s*x. It’s not

for this funny human/wolf pair, who got hit with a mating bond out when they met by accident in an Applebee’s parking lot. It will