Mag-log in“Maybe, but he’s worth it, and so are you.” She nods, he lifts her chin, “What did you and Greyson talk about back at the hospital?” She smiles and nods thoughtfully.“I asked for a favour, and he obliged.” He raises an eyebrow, and she stands up, running her hands over his stomach. He licks his lip
“It’s perfect. Crown Prince of the Wolves of France, Damien de Laurant.” George chuckles and kisses her temple, they’d done it, she’d done it. “Welcome to the world, Damien.” Grayson and the midwife are both very happy with Damien’s health and once they’ve done all the paperwork to register his birt
“Why?” she lowers the sheet.“She’s just very dilated for this early on with your first.” She moans, “Doesn’t matter, just means this might be a lot quicker than normal for first timers.” Celine grips his knees and groans loudly, “But it will still take time. Do you want pain relief?” Celine shakes
“It’s perfect and wonderful. Just like you.” George smirks, agreeing with her aunt, Celine nods then sighs,“I’m afraid we should be heading home now. I’m mentally and physically exhausted.” They nod, and hug her goodbye, with a promise to catch up properly once things have calmed down a bit. George
Archie was a vampire regent; he lived in the forest nearby. He had been a friend to Celine’s mother. He looks like he could be thirty but no one knows how old he actually is, but he had mentioned millennia at some point. He’s lean and tall, with pale skin, a thin nose, and full lips. His round eyes
Celine had fallen asleep in George’s arms on the walk back to the chateau, and Nate, Lara, Fi and Sammy sit in front of them to keep people back until she wakes up of her own accord. He can’t help but watch her, her nose twitching every so often and the way her fingers would clench and unclench at h
Greyson closes his eyes and feels for the bullet; he starts moving it slowly, lifting it bit by bit. Serena is closing the wounds behind it as it moves. Serena keeps muttering softly as they work,“That’s it nice and slow, give me a chance to heal as you move it, perfect.” Greyson glances at her,“D
“My word this is delicious. Thank you, Zosimos.” He bows his head, with a wide grin.“You are most welcome, Celine.” They talk, about their life here, his paintings and such. He offers to show her some, but Artemis says it might not be subject matter to show others. Celine flushes when she realises
‘Sorry, George. The Americans are coming, they’re a bit away yet, but they’re moving quickly.’ He sighs,‘Okay, I’m coming.’ He kisses her forehead, and rests his head against hers for a moment,“I’ll be back, Baby.” He strokes her hair and gets up tucking her in to keep her warm, then goes back to
“Good, that’s it. Oh, my perfect woman. You smell so good.” She winds her hips gently, “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.” He darts his tongue out and flicks at her clit, then smacks his lips, looking up at her. “Better. You taste even better.” She moans,“Then by all means, feast, My King







