LOGIN“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
“I trust you.” He smiles at her. Then the gentle buzzing starts against her stomach, and she arches her back at the sensation. He slowly moves it lower, then between her folds. She wriggles, both wanting more and unsure how much better this could get. “Please…” she whispers.He rumbled at her, and s
He can tell that the pants she has on match her new bra, as her trousers had slipped down a little. He grips the waistband and pulls them up firmly, making her rise up on her tip toes. He lets go and leans in to her,“Mon cœur.” George puts his forehead against hers, and continues in French “I’m sor
“I know what you’re thinking, but it’ll take up less space when it’s not all in separate bags.” Fi had clearly seen George staring at the mess she was making. “Celine needed new clothes; her stuff is eleven years out of date. And I can’t have a best friend and not play dress-up sometimes.” Celine gi
Once he’s free of her mouth, she wipes her lips with the back of one hand. Then stands and goes to the sink to wash her face and hands. He stays in the shower for a moment, gathering himself. Then pulls his trousers back on again. She smirks and looks at him,“Thanks for that.” He laughs,“That’s my







