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
“Sorry.” He smirks, “It’s just that the coronation is due to be televised, broadcast to the world. And I can’t use a script; I have to remember the whole thing. I’m trying, and I know I’m awesome at remembering things, but this is going in one ear and out the other. Tumbleweed in the middle…” Maybe
Celine and Nate had made their way to the armoury after she’d said goodbye to George and he’d gone into town for his errands that were at least partially a mystery to her. Nate had gone into a secure area of the armoury with the confiscated weapons and various other items that were made of silver. H
He leans forward and captures a nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it then gently nips at it, making her moan, then he flicks his tongue over it. She arches her back and he grips her other breast, massaging it firmly while he continues to lick and suck at her nipple. He swaps sides and continues until
She looks up at him and winks, he nods and proceeds to fuck her perfect, hot, wet mouth. She relaxes her jaw to let him in as far as she can. It isn’t long before he’s shooting his come deep into her throat and he can feel her swallowing it all. Once he’s spent, she comes up and off him slowly, lick







