Gemma

Life was strange. I was content living on an island with Alaric, and the occasional visit from his brothers was welcomed. Thankfully, there were no more fistfights. We did ordinary things like hiking, swimming, cooking or working together in the office. That is, other than him sucking on my veins during mind-blowing sex. Alaric was never far away from me. I couldn't decide if it was sweet or creepy, but as the weeks passed, it became normal.

The research work with Damien was fascinating. It opened up a world from the past. Other than historical artwork, I'd never paid attention to ancient civilisations or their beliefs in any great detail until now. Since Alaric's mouth was tighter than a badger's arse, I gleaned most of my vampiric information from Damien. To kill one wasn't impossible. It required a chainsaw and some matches, but he hadn't pissed me off to the degree that I went in search of power tools.

I smiled when I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders and neck. He'd been sitting across the office a second ago. His sneak attacks had initially given me mini-heart attacks, but I was accustomed to his speed now.

"I think that's enough for today," he said as I sighed and sank into the chair. He knew how to use his hands as well as his dick.

I closed the laptop just as Alaric twirled me around on the chair, reminding me of the chair debacle when he first showed me the office.

"Hmm, your heartbeat sped up. What were you thinking about?" he asked, pulling me up from the chair.

"Nothing," I said, mortified, quickly looking away from his piercing dark eyes.

"Does my dirty little fuck slave need some dick?" he drawled, pushing my chin up so I faced him again.

"You're probably tired tonight," I said, unable to hold back my sarcastic response because I hadn't seen his dick flaccid once since I first laid eyes on him.

"I think you're going to enjoy those nipple clamps tonight," he said with a chuckle.

Oh fuck .

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The following morning I woke up to Alaric's hands cupping my ass, which wasn't unusual, but he had his head under the covers. When I lifted the quilt up, he had his head pressed against my belly. He moved me onto my back and moved between my legs before he leaned over me. His dark eyes were soft, and he had a smile on his face. It wasn't his usual arrogant smirk or smug smile.

"You're happy this morning," I murmured, running my hands up his arms.

"I can't believe it," he said with a sense of wonder in his voice. "You're pregnant. You are carrying my children, the first of my family."

I frowned and put my hand on his forehead in case he had a fever and was delirious.

"I haven't taken a pregnancy test. How can you know?" I asked in confusion.

"I can hear their heartbeats. I've been listening to them for hours,"

"W-What?" I stammered out until it fully hit me. He said heartbeats, plural. "Twins?"

He grinned so widely that his pearly white teeth were bared, and for once, he didn't have his fangs hanging out. I glanced down and touched my belly. It was hardly surprising, considering how much cum he had inseminated me with, but it never crossed my mind that I could end up having a multiple pregnancy.

He began to kiss my face, drawing my attention away from my stomach. His lips trailed over my cheek before he buried his face in my neck.

"You deserve a reward for taking your first breeding so well," he said, working his way towards my breasts.

He held my breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples.

"These beauties are going to get bigger and full of milk," he murmured as his head swooped down to suck my nipple.

His hand slid down my belly as he began to rub my clit, making my pussy contract, and I bit my lip. He squeezed my breast and opened his mouth wider before he resumed sucking on my nipple and my flesh. He pushed his fingers inside of me and began to caress me. I combed my fingers through his hair before I held his head against my breast. He wasn't fast and furious but slow and gentle this morning.

He began to move his fingers in and out of me, teasing me with a hint of his thumb over my clit. His lips moved to my other breast, and this time, I felt his fangs, but he didn't bite me. I gasped when he curled his fingers inside me and rubbed my insides. I began to writhe on the mattress, but he didn't stop. He was on a mission this morning to be as slow as possible. He released my nipple with a loud smack of his lips, and my hands fell on the bed.

"I can't wait to see your belly swell up with our children," he said, glancing up at me before he began to kiss every inch of my belly.

He paused and placed his ear over my belly. I reached down and stroked his silky hair. He had his occasional sweet moments, but his reaction to our babies was precious. I couldn't imagine living as long as he had, moving through time with only his brothers by his side. There were very few people the trio of brothers trusted, which in itself must be exhausting constantly being on guard. I was glad I wasn't a vampire because I would not go through any diplomatic route to resolve issues.

"You're going to cum on my face and then my cock. If you're a good girl, you get a bonus fuck in your ass," he said shamelessly with a smirk on his face.

It was nice that his tender moment lasted a whole five minutes.

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Come and save me. Your brother is driving me crazy, or bring him some meds to calm his ass down. Are there any vampire drugs?

I kept my eye on Alaric as I waited for Damien's response. If there weren't any vampire drugs, there should be. I was on a coffee ban. There was no more hiking unless I sat on his back and supervised swimming, only in case I decided to end it all by drowning myself. On the plus side, he'd stopped using the dreaded nipple clamps on me.

I will have a word with him. How are my nieces/nephews doing?

I smiled at the screen because I couldn't deny Alaric took great care of us all, and the babies weren't here yet. I could picture him being a chilled father.

Thank you. They are wonderful .

I typed back before I stroked my cute baby bump.

I felt hands on my shoulders, and I quickly shut the laptop.

Damn it. He was too fast .

"Tattletale is the correct word for you, I believe," he said, wrapping his hand around my neck.

When he pulled me out of my chair with his hands on my neck, I knew I was in for a rough ride. He pushed me against the desk.

"I've been taking it easy on you, but not today," he said as he ripped the front of my top off.

I was about to speak but decided I would likely make matters worse. His hands reached behind me, and he removed my bra. He cleared the desk and pushed me flat on it.

He was muttering under his breath as he stripped out of his clothes. His hands were on my shoulders again, but this time, he was pulling my head off the edge of the desk.

"Open up," he said, tapping his heavy cock on my face.

I wrapped my hands around his cock and moved my hands up and down his length loving the feel of his precum on my palm when I rubbed the smooth round head.

"Yes, Master," I said huskily as I guided his cock towards my mouth.

I felt him lift my skirt up and rub my pussy through my underwear.

"This is supposed to be a punishment, and you are wringing wet like a dirty whore," he said, pushing the damp material away from my pussy.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"It's all hormones, Master," I lied before I licked his cock and put it back into my mouth.

I cupped his balls as he pushed cock into my mouth. As much as I enjoyed his thoughtfulness when it came to fucking I'd missed his animalistic side. I had a suspicion that he thought he would hurt the babies. My heart pounded as I remembered being strapped to the chair while he fucked my ass for the first time. I ran my nails over his balls and rubbed my tongue around his cock.