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.

emotions we both just experienced in the last sixty seconds – desire, fear, and then…obligation. I can feel his anxiety, his surprise, but I know that

of us are truly afraid of her. Merely

push me from his lap so he can stand up, but

I kiss him, quickly, passionately, letting

me. And that’s all

up and follow the wolf further into the woods,

deeper into the woods, making us traverse great distances as we searched our hearts and

a grizzled old voice comes into my mind. I blink, shocked, 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

has been patted flat with generations of padding feet. Ringing the entire area are not…well, they’re not chairs, but they’re collections of wood twisted and bent to create soft clear places at their center, precisely the kind of

eyes, however, are on the wolf, who crosses to the far side of a fire pit sunk into the ground at the

She. Her.

were sent

about the mysteries of this place. I simply accept it for the truth it is.

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 tries to comprehend all

“I know that it is not a cold night, but my old bones,” she shakes her

see him falling back on his cultured manners in this very wild place. The old woman smirks at him, and I can tell

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

woman says, curling herself into her own seat, which looks more like a nest than a

snaps again, the air bursting suddenly with light as a million of those magic golden motes make themselves visible to us. I laugh a little