Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 227 – She-wolf

“Oh, you’re on top,” he says, ignoring my unbuttoning and sitting up again. He folds his legs beneath me so that I’m now seated comfortably in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. “How convenient for you…”

I smile coyly as he runs his hands up my thighs, stopping at my waist to untuck the shirt from my pants and then pressing one warm hand against the bare skin of my back, pulling me more tightly against the proud length of him that I can feel beneath me, between my legs.

I moan a little, closing my eyes as I flex my hips, bringing myself even closer to him, feeling him slide his other hand up the length of my back, coming around the side of my ribs to cup my breast in the palm of his hand. I feel my n*****s harden instantly at the feel of his hands on me.

God – it’s been so long since we’ve been like this – since we’ve had the energy to focus on each other –

And even now, again weak, we don’t have the energy. But – it doesn’t seem that we care –

Victor fastens his mouth to mine then and I moan again, wrapping my arms around his neck, wanting to close to him, wanting to feel his skin against mine. Victor echoes my sound, moving both of his hands to pull at the edges of my shirt, desperate to get it off of me, to get to my skin beneath –

I pull back from him, giving him the room he needs to pull it upwards, opening my eyes to look at him, to savor every beautiful line of his face –

But then, I shriek at what I see behind him.

He reacts immediately, a snarl ripping from his mouth, a protective arm going immediately around my waist as he spins, ready to take on whatever it is I’m staring at behind us.

“Victor,” I whisper, my eyes going wide and my body going perfectly still.

A wolf, standing in the grove along with us, gnarled and ancient, her fur matted but her eyes light and alive. And, behind her, a moonlit path that definitely wasn’t there a moment ago.

Wordless, we both stare at the wolf, who meets each of our gazes, her tongue hanging happily from her nearly-toothless mouth. Then, decisively, she turns and trots away from us down the path.

The message is clear.

in the last sixty seconds – desire, fear, and then…obligation. I can feel his anxiety, his surprise,

afraid of

to push me from his lap so he can stand up, but I stop him with a word in his mind.

him, quickly, passionately, letting him know that whatever happens

tells me. And that’s

the wolf further into the woods, Victor re-buttoning his

magic has been drawing us further and deeper into the woods, making us traverse great distances as we searched our hearts and discovered our truths. This time, though, we walk perhaps only a hundred feet or so – perhaps because we’re

and look at Victor. His expression tells me that he heard it as well. My tired old bones just don’t want to take me very far. We hear a cheerful

flat with generations of padding feet.

pit sunk into the ground at the center of the clearing. There’s a bright flash and then

She. Her.

we were sent to

tell you how I know it, but I’m sort of done asking questions about the mysteries of this place.

giving us a warm smile and snapping her fingers, causing a roaring flame to burst to life in the firepit. I jump as it flares up, but Victor stands still behind me, putting his hands on my arms to steady me. I’m grateful for his solidity as my mind

mind?” the woman asks, gesturing towards the fire. “I know that it is not a cold night, but my old bones,” she shakes her head, “they

laugh a little inwardly to see him falling back on his cultured manners in this very wild place. The old woman smirks at him, and I can

the chairs around the fire, inviting us to sit, so, awkwardly, we do. Victor keeps a hand on my elbow as we make our way over to a wooden sculpture large

own seat, which looks more like a nest than a chair. “My friends have been telling me that you’ve been looking

magic golden motes make themselves visible to us. I laugh a little to see them, still awed by their