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
They’ve made their way down to the cells again, George and Celine are in the interrogation room. She’s sitting on the table with George standing next to her. So, she could reach him and ‘gift’ him anything useful, not that she needs to touch him anymore. She could probably gift him at least as far a
“I’m yours.” Grey smirks,“I know you are, Sweetie. I’m all yours too.” Seb reaches for Grey, pulling himself close enough to kiss him, and cries out at the additional pressure it puts on his arse. Grey groans and pushes deeper, then stills and smirks, “Should I turn the amulet on?” Seb moans,“It w
When the song ends, he pulls away, bowing low to Celine. She gives him one of the deepest curtseys he’s ever seen, sweeping her skirt out to the side as she does. He straightens and takes her hand, helping her to balance on her way back up. She places her arm on top of his, with her palm resting on
Seb and Grey had had a wonderful day yesterday, fucking, and talking, then fucking again. But Seb has a job to do, and he can’t ignore it forever. Grey agrees to come back to the palace with him and stay with him in his room. But he understands he’ll have to find things to do during the day while Se







