Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (109 page)

“Yes, Ours. If you would let me finish, I will get to the rest of it.” I said tartly. His smile letting me know that he was ready to listen. “I have made my decision. I am going to marry you. I am still scared about a few things, but they are issues born from watching my mother suffer after what my dad had done. I love you very much, more than I have anyone else. I have given you my whole heart, without reservations. I am also agreeing to give you my life. I want you to know that it never was you I had a problem with. It was issues based on my own feelings and fears.” I looked at Rupert waiting for his response.

“I am a very happy man this morning. Thank you for finally saying yes,” He said with a silly grin on his face. “I knew you had commitment issues, but I never thought they were directed at me. Although I was worried, that you believed everything that was written about me. I know you don’t want a big wedding, but I am a prince, and my definition and yours may be different, so I'll compromise with you but you have to be able to do that for me too, okay?” He looked at me. 

I nodded, and I replied to him, “I don't really want to be a princess, but if it has to come with the package of being your wife, then I'll make it work. You are worth the loss of freedom of privacy.”

He smiled at me and kissed me. I kissed him back and then I had something else I wanted to say when he pulled his head away.

“The last thing I need to tell you is. This afternoon I will be getting my test results back.” I started. "I'm nervous about all of this. Just be patient with me, okay?"

“We will handle this together Lara, just have faith in me, please?” He nodded and gave me a look that I'd have described as gentle, it was weird seeing his face go all sweet looking. I was used to him looking hard and demanding. He'd been showing me a sweeter, softer side when I needed it and it made me love him that much more. “We need to get dressed. My father will be delighted you have said yes, and I'm sure your mom will want to know as soon as possible.”

I watched him walk to the bathroom, and knew that the next chapter of our life was going to change everything I'd ever thought about relationships, marriage, partnerships and I agreed to be a princess. Wondering if I was insane, I stared at his back and got distracted by his ass.

He really did have a nice one.

The End

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Pregnant to the Prince

By: Lisa Cartwright

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Chapter 1

I sat by the phone, staring at it. I, Lara, was officially pregnant. I stared at the cradle that held the phone that had just delivered those shocking words to me. Now, I just had to tell Rupert. And my mom… and his father. The King.  Oh this was so not going to be a fun conversation to have. I tried to figure out what I was feeling, but shock was a good word for what I had going on. I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh, or to cry.

I knew Rupert would definitely insist on getting married sooner, rather than later and I had just wrapped my mind around marrying him, and now… this.

Knowing it had been a possibility was different than knowing it was real. That I was actually going to have to face this, deal with it and cope with the reality of becoming a mother. I wasn’t sure I was even close to ready. I didn’t know how to be a mother, I barely even understood that children were mini-people. Raised as an only child, and going to mostly prestigious schools, I never had the chance really to learn how to play with other children. Learning as an adult seemed to scare me more than I wanted to admit. I knew I could do it, but this was just one more thing that reminded me how my entire life had changed over the last few months.

My mother marrying a King, me falling for my new step brother and him pushing me to marry him because he loved me. I don’t know how we fell in love. I knew I did love him and that scared me too. When you opened up to someone, you let yourself risk getting hurt. That intimidated me and he’d just convinced me to marry him. Now this. I knew he’d take it in stride. He always managed to handle everything that got thrown his way. I was the one who ran, got scared and tried to hold back.

He never let me though. He always pushed me until I faced him, my fears and feelings. Rupert was a good man, and he was good for me. I was just scared.

“You in there Lara?” A knock on the door and a voice came through the study. I was sitting behind the desk still staring at the phone.

“Yes, I’m in here, come on in mom,” I said and waited for mom to walk in. I loved her, she’d never abandoned me, not like my father had. She’d always held my hand, had my back and given me good advice. She pushed me to face things head on, even when I had fears. She’d been the one pushing me to accept Rupert when he claimed to want to marry me.

“How did the phone call go?” She stood there, looking at me with an expectant look on her face. She smiled at me and I thought that no matter how old she got, she was aging gracefully and I’d be lucky to look like her in thirty years.

“I’m pregnant mum, I suppose you’re going to be a grandmother.” I cringed a little but I plastered on a fake smile, trying to act more enthusiastic than she actually felt.  “I have to tell Rupert now; I think he already suspected but this confirms it.”

“You know I support you. You can do this. I know it was unexpected, but I’m totally ready to be a grandmother.” She hugged me. I hugged her back and then a thought occurred to me.

“Mum, don’t you think this is going to be weird? The baby’s grandfather is my stepfather….” I blinked at my mother as the reality of the situation sunk in. It was going to rile up the people who tried to blast us in tabloids when it was leaked that Rupert and I were dating after my mother had married the King.

I cringed.

“You’ll find a way to get past that. It will die down quickly. People lost interest in the relation factor when they saw there was little drama to be seen by us. Just… keep doing that and it will work out.” She patted my arm, gave me another hug and then left me to sit there and contemplate how I was going to break the news to Rupert. I knew my mother would tell her husband, which I didn’t mind. It saved me from having to tell one more person face to face.

Swallowing, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at my text messages. Texting Rupert to figure out where he was, I waited until he responded. He usually got back to me quickly, which I appreciated. I was able to admit that I’d been insecure enough lately that if he took too long to reply back to me, I wondered if something was wrong. My hormones and brain was a mess. Now that I knew why, maybe I’d have better control over it.

I texted him that I’d be in our room, waiting. We needed to talk.

A couple hours later he found me and the minute he saw my face he just knew.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked me gently, his face unreadable.

Nodding, I didn’t know what to say. When he kissed me and hugged me tight, I was shocked and then kissed him back. He looked like he wanted to dance around with me, but he let me go and grabbed my shoulders.

“This is going to be fun,” he grinned at me again. “But, we need to get married. Our baby deserves that much. If you really don’t want to do a big wedding, we can elope. I don’t want to stress you out.”

“No, a regular, big wedding was important to you. Arrange the details with my mother, I don’t want to know. I’ll get the dress, I’ll walk down the aisle, but no stress for me.” I told him. I loved him, I knew how important it was to him since he was royalty. I would learn to accept that I was going to be a Princess by becoming his wife, not just having my mother marry his father.

“Lara, I can do that, but right now, I want to make love to you. I brought some new toys I think you might like,” he said grinning, his tongue ring flashing and I blushed. I had fond memories of that tongue ring touching places that left me breathless and squirming.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked him, my eyes widened in surprise when he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He grinned at me and nodded for me to get on the bed. I complied, and the next thing I knew I was completely naked, with my hands fastened to the headboard. His warm breath sent shivers down my skin and made me break out in goosebumps. I could feel his fingers skimming against me lightly as he took out a blind fold and put them over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything; I was encased in darkness. But I could feel everything. The lightest touch, the way his lips would brush against random body parts.

Rupert leaned down and kissed me, his tongue invaded my mouth in an erotic, passionate stroke that had me arching up and moaning. Since getting pregnant, everything was more intense, my emotions, my moods, and my body when he’d touch it. I suppose there was an upside to being pregnant besides being a little irrational from the hormones. The way it made my body feel and all the extra blood flow increased sensation.

He broke the kiss and worked his mouth down on my body. I could feel his vibrating tongue ring as he turned it on and trailed down my belly and I gasped. I knew what was coming. He had magic in that tongue of his, the most intense orgasms could be achieved with a few well-placed flicks of his tongue. When his hands gently slid under my bottom to boost me up, I felt the metal before I felt his tongue. He lapped at me, circling his tongue and the vibrating metal around my clit. I jerked against the handcuffs, the urge to dig my fingers into his hair was natural instinct and I moaned when I couldn’t move and realized how much at his mercy I was.

He tortured me, in a good way. Every time I’d get close to achieving my climax, he’d pull back and let my body rest for a minute. I was in agony, so close, I started to beg for it.

“Please Rupert, I need you, I’m so close, just let me cum, please,” I asked him, my hips grinding up coming off his hands to smash against his lips and tongue. I had juices trailing between my butt cheeks, soaking the bed I was so wet. I just wanted him to finish what he started, and take me. I loved the way his cock felt inside of me, it was the one time in the world where everything made sense to me. I know sex shouldn’t be the most important thing in a relationship, but for me, when all else felt chaotic and hectic, sex was the glue that helped me keep the rest of it together while I figured it out.

Sex was supposed to be chaotic and exciting and channeling the energy from other areas into an exciting sex life helped keep the rest of it calmer. My toes curled and I spread my legs wider, I wanted to grab his head and just hold it in the right spot so he’d stop teasing me, but the restraints kept me from doing what I wanted.

I growled low in my throat, I was about to go crazy, he was driving me insane. And just when I thought he wasn’t going to stop, he touched me, two fingers slid easily inside me and he attacked my clit with that wonderful, vibrating tongue ring and let me cum. I screamed and bucked against his face. His fingers twisted inside of me, pushing my orgasm higher, my toes curled and my knees came up as everything tightened up and went intense. I could feel my muscles squeezing his fingers so hard he actually muttered an ouch against my clit.

I collapsed in breathless relaxation as my entire body went from being stiff to so relaxed I couldn’t even move. He let go of me, and kissed me. He’d turned his tongue ring off so he didn’t break my teeth, which I appreciated and his tongue stroked against mine. I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue and felt a little embarrassed. I’d never completely get used to tasting myself. He liked kissing me after her went down on me, or making me taste his fingers after he used his hand to make me squirt and cum all over the place. He was so open sexually, and he pushed my boundaries constantly. It was hot, and erotic and I liked the way he thought when it came to sex.

Rupert pressed his knees between mine, spreading my legs wider, I could feel his large cock pressing against my opening and I widened my legs for him. I wanted him inside me, right now all the cares and fears fell away as he entered me. He took me to the heights of ecstasy again and all I could think a few hours later, that I wish we could just stay in bed all the time. It was so much simpler. He removed the handcuffs and the blindfold and cuddled me close.

“I love you,” I told him. It was hard for me to say this, I was still scared of being involved with him, but I had to work on that and face my fears, especially if we were going to get married, and have babies. Or a baby. I realized that I thought we’d be having more than one and I freaked out a little bit. I started breathing fast and he sensed my distress.

“Lara?” He asked me, his eyebrows came up together and he looked at me concerned. “You okay?”

“Sorry, just had a thought that hit me funny,” squinting at him, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I just was thinking of the pregnancy and the wedding as being more than one baby. Or future babies. Or both. I don’t know. Do you want more than one?”

“I’m fine having a one… or five. It doesn’t really matter to me. We can afford them, so it will just be up to how much we can handle emotionally. Let’s see how this one goes first and we can talk about it later, okay?” Rupert was usually pretty reasonable and he often made me feel like I was a basket case of emotions and thoughts with his reasonable responses to most situations. It made him a really good diplomat and prince, but sometimes I found myself frustrated that he rarely lost his cool and I always wondered if my being more emotional would be used against me as his wife.

“Rupert?” I finally said his name, wanting to talk about this.

“Mmm?” He answered sleepily and I nudged him to wake him up. “What Lara?”

“Do you think I’ll be a bad wife to you?” I asked him bluntly. “I mean, I have a hard time with certain things sometimes, what if it causes a problem for you, politically?”

“Lara, there’s worse things in life than worrying about what other people think. Just, let’s focus on today, and we can take things as they come, okay? I can’t really think of anything you’d do to cause a problem, you’re a smart woman.” Rupert pressed a kiss to my temple and put his arm over me. He started snoring a few minutes later and I rested my head against his shoulder, listening to him breathe.

I finally fell asleep, but it took me a while.