Celeste:
Watching him eat made me happy, his arm never leaving my waist. The way he was holding me, his other hand was sliding up my leg. My thighs rubbed together, his eyes glowing golden. Yipping for more, my wolf begged me to flirt back. Tears welled up in my eyes, the cold stares of his clan taunting me. Sliding my hand down to my stomach, it was a full moon tonight, but a fever burned my cheek. Cold sweat drenched my skin, a knot forming in my stomach. What was this feeling? Acute pain shot through my body, my muscles screaming out. Novi growled into my ear, his touch sending my nerves into a frenzy. My wolf was begging for him to take me, his wolf growling with agreement. It was taking everything he had to not throw me on the table, his mother's eye catching my condition. Running out of his arms, he called out to everyone that he had a lovely evening. Leaning onto a tree, my legs refused to let me move. Why can't I fucking move?
"Wait for your mate." My wolf threatened inside of my head, her fangs flashing in my head. "You are in heat, and you are going to get pregnant." Cocking my brow, his strong arms scooped me up. Crashing up the stairs to our bedroom, he ripped off my dress. The tattered remains floated to the floor, his suit dancing after them. Going in between my legs, his tongue flickered around my swollen clit. Grabbing his head, he slid two fingers into me. Hitting my g-spot, the rhythms synced. The pain melted away slowly, my wolf howling in joy. The vision of my belly swollen with children flashed in my head, of course this being a part of the heat. This was just as bad as they said it was, my mind saying no, but my womb saying yes. The conflicting feelings raged in my head, pleasure winning them over.
"Novi!" I screamed out, my voice breaking. "This feels so good. Faster!" Winking at me, he pulled out his fingers. Sucking on them, scarlet burned my cheeks. His lips brushed every inch of my skin, his golden eyes meeting mine. Flipping me over, his hands cupped my ass. Jamming it in, he bucked his hips as his hands slid down my body to my ample breasts. Squeezing my breasts roughly, his lips brushed against the nape of my neck. Shuddering under his touch, his tongue licked my neck.
" You taste yummy. May I bite you, Celly?" He pleaded lustfully, his fangs tracing my neck. "You are so sexy right now! God, you are amazing!" His hair bounced around, his earrings shimmering in the light. Pressing my chest to the bed, he thrust harder and faster. His fingers grazed every inch of my skin, my hips grinding against him. Surprise widened his eyes, my wolf allowing me to flip him over. Pinning him down, he pulled my hair out of my bun. Playing with my hair, he clutched me close to his chest. His fangs sank into my neck, mine sinking into his. Gasping with pleasure, my strength pinned him down. Sliding on top of his thick girth, my hips danced to their own rhythm. Moans of ecstasy exploding from his lips, my hands sliding his hands onto my bouncing breasts. Pale tissue oozed from in between his fingers, my wolf starting to take control. Letting her win, uncontrolled desires thriving inside of me. Let me keep my head, I snapped at her. No such luck, her wish overpowering mine. The image of a swollen belly and Novi holding it. Tears flooded from my eyes, something was wrong with the scene. Shutting me down, it was a fruitless battle as she won.
"Give me a pup!" I yelled out, him turning the music up. My inner wolf yipped to be dominated, his wolf growling hungrily in response. "Make me your slave for tonight!" Pinning me to the bed, his hand slid up my thighs. Placing my heels on his shoulder, my climax was near as he jammed himself in and out of me roughly. Why did I like it so rough? His name exploded from my lips, his face relaxing as his hot seed filled me up. Collapsing next to me, the goofiest smile brightening his face. Both of our chests rose up and down, his hand falling on my stomach. My fever broke, an odd sensation coming over me. The two of us laid there, a golden glow coming from my stomach. Confusion twisted our faces, my head resting on his chest.
"Well done, my dear." My inner wolf praised, her fangs growing into a wide smile. "You are with a pup." Tears welled up in my eyes, wondering what I just did. What was this sadness hiding behind my joy? The witch side of me gave me a warning while my wolf overpowered her. His snores echoed in my ear, my feet swinging over the edge of the bed. The wedding was getting picked up, my trembling hands pulling on a black lacy bra. Panic gripped my mind, my bare feet bounding down the hall. The werewolves transformed, my wolf not allowing me too. Sitting at the window, we were both alone. Glancing out the window, my breath grew shorter as cold sweat drenched my skin. How could I be a good mother if I killed my family?" Cracking rang out in our bedroom, a navy wolf coming up to me. Was this him? He was beautiful, his sheer size impressing me. Cocking his head, a soft whine tumbled from his lips. Laying down next to me, he rested his head onto my lap. His fur danced in the evening breeze, his golden eyes gazing lovingly up into mine. Petting his fur, we sat by the window. The moonlight bathed the hall, howls ringing out in the night. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids, my body slumping over. Shivers shot up my spine, his warm body wrapping around mine. His soft fur brushed against my skin, his rough tongue licking my face. Sweet slumber won me over, her taking me to dreamland.
A couple of weeks passed, our baby was still a secret. My hand rested on my small bump, bubbles hiding my curves under the water. The town hated me, so I refused to tell them about my pup or pups. The way my bump had grown, it looked like the second choice. A knock on my door alerted me, Tamara peeking her head in. Her pink summer dress floated in the afternoon breeze, sudden nausea wracking my body. Swallowing the disgusting vomit back down, the back of her hand brushed against my forehead.
"We are going out today." She announced proudly, attempting to pull me out of the tub. "You have been locked up for a couple of weeks now. Let's go get our nails done, and go shopping. His mother is coming too. Remember today is the ladies' day of this month." Groaning to myself, she ran out. The hangers scraped against the metal bar in my closet, her giggles scaring me. Her eye for fashion always got me in trouble, a sigh tumbling from my lips. My whole body hurts, a strange weakness dimming my usual energy.
"Your outfit is on the bed, so be out in ten minutes or I will come get you myself." She threatened playfully, leaving me alone. Standing up, the water dripped down the curves of my body. My breasts ached slightly, morning sickness threatening to come visit. Shifting through the cabinets, my fingers wrapped around my ginger chews. Drying off, my bare feet stumbled into my bedroom. My heart sank as she had picked the tightest outfit that I owned, my hands were trembling violently. Sliding it over my head, the soft cotton of the black band t-shirt dress hugged my new baby bum. My eyes scanned the closet, my fingers wrapping around a black sweater. Shrugging it over my shoulder, she attacked me with some eyeliner and dark eye shadow. Painting my lips red, she brushed my hair real quick. Scanning me up and down, the sweater hid my bump. Following them, the cold sweat of morning sickness drenching my skin. Reaching into my pocket, horror widened my eyes. I left my ginger chews at home, the two of them chatting pleasantly in the front. Every time she broke, it became harder not to throw up. Relief washed over me as she parked in front of the nail place. Hopping over them, they both shot me a confused look. Sprinting into the bathroom, breakfast and lunch flew up my throat. Sitting on the blue tile floor, tears flooded from my eyes. Struggling to my feet, I opened the door to an irritated mom, and Tamara. Laughing nervously, Tamara ripped off my sweater, their eyes falling on my bump. Running past them, my body slammed into Novi's broad chest.
"They said that you were sick." He fretted cautiously, feeling my forehead. "Your bump looks great in that." Scarlet burned my cheeks, the two of them squealing behind me. Words flooded from their lips, my ears not picking up what they were saying. The room spun around me, a strong hand lifted up my chin. His kind eyes made me stop panicking, him running his hand through his hair. Sliding his hand down to my bump, everyone in the nail spa gasped with joy. A weight was lifted off of my chest, his mother fussing over me. Resting her hand on my bump, her arms held me tightly. None of this felt right, this was all going so well. Sensing my stress, Novi clutched me close to his chest. The fine silk of his suit tickled my skin, his lips brushing the top of my head. Letting me go, he left me with the wolves. A snarl curled on my lips, him winking at me.
"You seem fine." He chirped cheerfully, knowing full well that he was feeding me to the wolves. "See you at home, Celly. I have some work to do. Thanks for organizing my office by the way. It is so much easier to work in. I will make dinner tonight since everything is making you sick lately." A devious grin darkened my face, cruel words sitting on the tip of my tongue.
"Try not to burn down the kitchen." I taunted cruelly, his face reddening. "I thought you couldn't cook." Spinning around on his heel, he marched up to me. His lips smashed into mine lustfully, his arms pulling him close to me. My breath hitched as he ran his hand up my thigh, his mother rolling his eyes. Tracing my cheeks, his lips brushed against the nape of my neck. My thighs rubbed together, his devious smile frightening.
"Do you really want to play that game, Celly?" He growled huskily in my ear, his hand inching closer to my hem. "I can cook, and you are just being petty. So for that I will leave you wanting more." Tucking a piece of paper into my hand, he walked away. Standing there stunned, he had never been that forward before. Tamara tapped my shoulder, my wolf crying out for him. Zoning out, I let Tamara pick my nail color. The rest of the day flashed by, the two of them picking out a couple bags of maternity clothes for me. The chilly night air nipped at my face, the paper still sitting in my palms. Opening it up, scarlet burned my cheek. The words you will be my dessert made my thighs rub together, some dripping going on down there. Hopping out of the car, he was waiting in the kitchen. A tender blush rose to my cheeks, he was half naked with only a tie around his neck. His black dress pants hung around his hips, His eight pack stunned me, him winking at me. Slamming me down on his lap, he picked up a plate. Cold sweat dripped off of my brow, him feeding me bites of his amazing food. I didn't want dinner, I wanted him. Growling hungrily, he ignored my inner wolf.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I inquired quietly, his fingers creeping up my hem. "It would be a sh-" Sliding the stuff down the table, he slammed me down on the table. Why was he behaving like this? I was already pregnant. My wolf wanted to play the dominance game while the witch in me wanted her to slow down.