Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 231

#Chapter 231 – Fire Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I murmur my mate’s name as I pull him close, feeling his growl reverberate in his chest as I hold him against me. Suddenly I can’t get him near enough to me, wanting to feel every inch of his skin pressed against mine. Victor apparently feels the same, clutching me with one arm as he spreads the fingers of his other hand across my cheek, his thumb pressing under my jaw to turn my face up to his, closing his mouth over mine in a desperate kiss that sweeps through me from head to toe.

My reaction is instant, my mouth falling open to him, to the broad sweep of his tongue as it presses against mine, wanting more, tasting me. I gasp against him, my nails pressing into his lower back where I urge him closer, wanting to feel his hardness pressing –

But Victor looks at me, panting, and shakes his head a little. I draw my brows together, confused.

“No,” he breathes, “not yet.”

I frown, unhappy at being denied him, my hand slipping around from his back and reaching for him

But he just gives me a low laugh and shifts his hips away from me, shaking his head again, his green eyes alight. “No, greedy,” he murmurs. “Not yet.”

My frown deepens and my eyes narrow. “Bossy,” I accuse as he snatches my wrist, pulling my hand away from its destination.

“Alpha,” he counters, taking the hand from my face and pressing it against my chest, urging me to lay down against the rocks. “And I intend to be obeyed.”

The wolf spirit in me rankles a little at being denied, bossed around, but Victor just laughs at my frown. “Lay down, Evelyn,” he orders, and I finally comply, letting his gaze fall over my body, wet and slick

from the forest pool. His eyes go heavy and dark, his lids falling low with desire. I see his c**k stir just below the water, pulsing with its need.

But fine. If this is what he wants, I can be patient. At least, for a little while.

The growl that’s been building in Victor for the last few minutes finally finds its way out through his teeth as he runs a possessive hand down my body, starting in the center of my chest and then moving to cup my breast in his palm, rubbing his thumb over my hardened n****e and making me shiver. He slides that hand down my ribcage to the center of my stomach and then continues lower. It feels almost like he leaves sparks in his wake, the way I shiver where he touches me, the animal within me sensitive to the vulnerability of my flesh bared before this predator.

“Evie,” he murmurs, his midnight voice intent. “God damn it, you’re beautiful.” He leans down then, pressing a kiss directly on my navel and then trailing his mouth down, leaving a kiss on each of his favorite parts of my body. I close my eyes, resting my head back and sinking my fingers deep in my lover’s hair as he worships me. I feel strange mixture of things – both utterly relaxed and tense with anticipation, wanting this to last forever and also wanting him now.

“I missed you, Evelyn,” I hear my mate say as he approaches my center, his stubbled cheek warm against the inside of my thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of the taste of you for…weeks.”

“You have not,” I murmur, joking, my eyes still pressed closed. “You forget that I met you in that dream – and you were just laying there all burned out, definitely not thinking about me –“

Victor gives my ass a smart smack, making me laugh and jump all at once, punishing me sweetly for my sass. “You dare contradict your Alpha,” he admonishes, his voice warning me against it.

But he knows I can’t stand to be told what to do. I sit up slightly, propping myself on my elbows and smirking at the beautiful man between my legs. “Oh,” I brag. “I dare.”

His growl deepens and I can feel his satisfaction running through the bond between us. He shakes his head slowly. “Well then,” he explains. “She’ll have to be punished. Until she knows her place.”

And without another word, he lowers his mouth to press his tongue languidly against that precise spot at the peak of my thighs, giving my ass another reverberating smack as he does so. My head falls back, my mouth open, at the sudden intensity of the dual sensations. The sharp sting of his hand combined with the long stroke of his tongue –

I hear myself moan, low and deep, as he continues to lick me precisely where I want him, varying the pressure and the movement – now fast, now slow, now a long thick stroke –

I’m seeing stars, completely transported by the time the second smack comes. Then I’m gasping, snapping my head up, my eyes meeting his smirking expression as he continues his work. And just as I open my mouth to tell him precisely what I think of his dirty trick –

He slides two broad fingers into me.

And I melt.

The moan that he elicits from me then is low, deep, feral, and I can feel him respond to it with the intensity of his mouth, with the way his fingers plunge deeper into me. I am soaking for him now, absolutely gasping with wanting him.

“Pleases,” I beg, pressing my eyes shut, twining my fingers in my hair just to have something to do with them as my body goes to complete puddy in his control, “please, Victor –“

I hear and feel him laugh low against me, and then he adds a third finger, curling them upwards inside of me, hitting just that spot –

The sound that shakes out of me then, as my body begins to shake with the intensity of it –

It’s too much for him.

I hear Victor curse as he pulls his face away and grabs me from my place on the rock, pulling me back into the water and against his chest. I cry out as he does so, every nerve in my poor tortured body on edge, needing to be released from his spell. Victor silences me with his mouth on mine, his kiss consuming me as I shake against him, as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Please,” I beg again, shaking my head as I press a hand to his face, letting him know that it’s more than just wanting him now –

Victor’s only response is to lift me with a hand under my ass so he can reposition himself, and then kissing me soundly as he lowers me onto that proud, thick c**k.

My whole world narrows to a very fine point as Victor slowly presses himself inside of me, easing into me with infinite patience an inch at a time. I think I forget my own name in those passing moments – or at least, stop caring about it, about everything. The only thing that matters is the way it feels as he fills me, completes me, body and soul.

There is a moment there, when Victor is finally seated fully inside of me, when I hear him gasp against my mouth. And I pull my face from his, looking steadily into his eyes for a moment, my breath hissing against his lips. And suddenly everything comes back to me in a wash – the first moment when I met him, and wanted him, when my body had chosen him instantly from the crowd – and I had blamed it on rage, and jealousy, and revenge –

But really, it had just been this. My body singing to his, screaming yes, yes yes.

That one. This.

I shake my head at him in awe, knowing he’s feeling precisely the same. The knowledge that we were made for each other passes between us, filling me with a warmth and a peace that feels like a

thousand summer nights.

But the moment passes and Victor shudders suddenly, unable to hold himself back anymore. And then the animal within him – within both of us – breaks loose.