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
Celine’s wolf is brindled, her fur was a mixture of all of the colours, mottled all over her, with a paler muzzle. George’s is also bridled, but with a darker mix of colours and a darker muzzle. Their eyes remain the same, hers their pale grey colour and his their dark blue, almost navy. They trot o
“Don’t touch, or get too close. Or use too much magic.” Connor looks at him then nods. Chick enters after them with Eliza and Celine at their heels. The others file through slowly, “The crystals are over here.” Connor nods and follows him and Rosie to a side cave. It was much smaller than the others
“Is this girl talk, or witch talk?” Rosie smiles at her and Celine sighs,“Both?” She nods and George and Rosie help her up, and Rosie links her arm with Celine to help her walk when she sees her unsteady steps.“Come on then, away from the men. Let’s find somewhere they can’t hear us gals natter.”
“Please, George. Come in me. Please!” She groans and he grunts and moves faster. He leans up a little to push into her harder. She sighs gripping the pillow until her fingertips sting as she comes again, and George follows after. He pumps his release into her with soft grunts. She focusses on breath







