Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
This Christmas we would have our first pup’s, and I suddenly couldn’t wait to share that time with her. It was the end of May, so our pups will be born mid to late November, Twins were almost always born after five months.
I smile at that thought, and Alora smiles at me. “What are you thinking about.” she askes me.
I rub my hand over her belly. “I had a dream last night, and I realized we will be holding our pups in our arms for our first
Christmas.” I tell her.
She looks a little stunned for a moment “Did your dream happen to have us with four pups, with one on the way, and a Christmas
Tree?” She asks me.
I was startled for a moment by her words, but I calmed down and chuckled. We had shared a dream again, only this time it wasn’t a nightmare where she relived her past abuse and torture. “It was, it was a beautiful dream, and one I hope will come true someday.” I said
She smiles at me her eyes warm with love. “I do too.” she said.
“Will you sing Christmas songs for me and our pups?” I asked her.
“Gladly, but you’ll have to sing with me occasionally.” she says.
I laugh, my heart was light, I felt my love of her warming me to my core. “I promise to sing with you whenever you ask me to.” I tell her.
She giggles, “Good, because I’ve always loved your voice.” she tells me.
Not able to hold back anymore I grab Alora and kiss her fiercely, she wraps her arms around my neck, as I press her into the mattress, her legs around my waist. My hands roamed over her body, her hips, up her waist, to her breasts, I would squeeze them a moment getting a lusty moan of pleasure from my mate, before starting all over. Before long the sheets and blankets were gone and I was deep inside her hot, wet, pulsing core.
I make passionate love to her, driving deep, taking her up and over the peak again and again, before I came with her on her last orgasm. Her core had slammed down around me like a vice, and gave me no choice but to come. She milked jet after jet of my seed, before I collapsed to the side after pulling out. I clutch her close to me and we cuddle a moment.
The spell was broken when the Hotel phone by the bed rang loudly, groaning I reluctantly released a giggling Alora to answer the phone. “Hello.” I said, my voice holding the annoyance I felt at having our moment interrupted.
“Hello son in law, hope your morning is going well.” Came King Sabastian’s voice, with a note of amusement in his tone.
I was now feeling slightly mortified at using such an annoyed tone with my father in-law. “I apologize for my rudeness.” was all I could say.
The spell was broken when the Hotel phone by the bed rang loudly, groaning I reluctantly released a giggling Alora to answer the phone. “Hello.” I said, my voice holding the annoyance I felt at having our moment interrupted.
“Hello son in law, hope your morning is going well.” Came King Sabastian’s voice, with a note of amusement in his tone.
I was now feeling slightly mortified at using such an annoyed tone with my father in-law. “I apologize for my rudeness.” was all I could say.
He chuckles. “No worries, We plan on going out to this Restaurant Stephanie wants to try for breakfast, the limo is supposed to arrive in thirty minutes.” he tells me.
“Ok, we’ll get packed and dressed and meet you all down stairs.” I tell him.
“Good, see you both soon.” he says and disconnects the call.
I look down at Alora who is giggling into her hands and rolling around on the bed, I pick up a pillow and throw it at her. “Evil
Mate.” was my muttered comment. But she only started to laugh harder and out loud, still rolling around, now clutching the pillow
I tossed at her to her stomach. 2
Alora’s POV
Our luggage was taken by the bell hops to be stored in our cars, we were taking a limo to the restaurant, after breakfast we would return to the Hotel for our vehicles. The girl Sunny River McKnight, came down in an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of army green cargo pants and black Doc Martins.
Around her neck was a thin black ribbon with a white crystal hanging from it. She had all her curly hair up in a high tail, a few of the curly strands were free, refusing to be contained. With her hair up I could see her ears were not pierced, and they were faintly tipped at the tops.
That was usually the mark of a Dragon Master, bringing Selena and Xena forward, we take in her scent to see what we could find. After analyzing her scent, we found she smelled almost completely human, but their was just a faint trace of something else, something that I couldn’t place. 3
“Damien…smell the girl and tell me what you get.” I say through mind link.
Damien takes in a breath and is silent for a moment. While I was waiting I observed the girl more, she seemed shy this morning, a little withdrawn. She was practically hiding behind Asher, and Asher was looking a little helpless about what to do. Looking at the worry on Asher’s face, and the gentle care he took with the girl, I suddenly had questions. Was the girl attached to Asher because he was the one who saved her, or was there something more at play.
Damien’s mind link startled me from my thoughts “She is not one hundred percent human, maybe sixty to eighty percent, but there is something ancient, very ancient in her blood, older than the Werewolves, the Vampires, older than the Witches and
Dragon Masters even.” He tells me.