Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Fifteen

Eve did not understand the changes assaulting her body. Her skin not resembled that of a normal human. Her hair remained more or less the same except now, streaks of silver caressed her locks. The shape of her body had begun to change as well, certain parts of her beginning to swell. Hans relished in the changes. He could not get enough of her it would seem.

According to Hans, her wolf side was now coming out to play so to speak. Now that she had found her mate, her perfect fit, her siren heritage was giving in to the stronger wolf side of her. Eve was not sure how she felt about that. For as long as she could remember, her Siren heritage had been there. But, for Hans, she was willing to give up her past for the promise of a brighter future.

Even sat at the dining room table, sipping the bitter substance called coffee. Her eyes flickered to the clock. Hans would be arriving from home any moment now. Her eyes closed, imagining what would unfold once he arrived. Her knees clenched, her core dripping as images flashed in the darkness. She set the coffee down, standing slowly. The servants had been dismissed for the afternoon, as they always were. Eve did not like them in the house when Hans first returned home. She enjoyed being able to loose herself in their passion without knowing others listened.

The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slow. Her eyes bore into the kitchen door, skin burning with anticipation. The moment he stepped within the kitchen, Eve flung herself towards him. His fingers peeled her desperate, grasping fingers from him. He chuckled, teeth biting at her lower lip.

"Patience, my love." He whispered, palm cupping her cheek. Their lips met, tongues intertwining. He lifted her, legs wrapping fighting about his waist. He carried her forward, ass quickly colliding with the kitchen table. She wore only a rope so it did not take long to remove the cloth from her. His, on the other hand, took longer.

"Please..." She whimpered, his fingers stroking her center, "I...I need it." She whimpered. Before he could give her what she truly desired, something stirred in her abdomen. Her muscles tightened, bile rising in the back of her throat. She pushed him violently. He staggered back, confusion washing across her face. She rushed to the sink, spilling the contents of her stomach into the metal basin.

She continued heaving for several more minutes. His fingers gently moved strands of hair from her face, his calm voice uttering words of encouragement in her ear. When at last the heaving stopped, she sank to the floor. Neither spoke. He crouched beside her, thumb stroking the top of her knee.

"Shall I fetch the doctor?" He inquired, a hint of worry lacing his tone.

Eve shook her head, "There is no need. I thought it perhaps in my head but..." She could not speak the words. She had witnessed the same affliction in her own coven but a handful of times. She had did her best to ignore those same changes within her own body but, now, there was denying her condition.

When her eyes lifted to meet his, she knew they were both of the same mind, "Eve....this is what I feared. You are..." He took a deep inhale, "You are with child."

"I know." Eve confessed, "I did not at first. I thought, perhaps, these changes were because of our mating. But now..."

Eve could not tell from the look upon his face if he felt thrilled. Only four months had passed since their first coupling. They had spilled secrets to one another but the idea of children had never been brought up. Their offspring would be more Were than anything. What life would such children face?

"Is-is this what you desire?" Hans spoke at last, voice strained, "There are doctors that...that could end your situation."

Eve's head snapped up, "You mean murder?" She stood abruptly, "Are you such a monster, you would consider such a thing?" Her hands curled protectively around her stomach.

Hans stood as well, fingers snatching her back when she tried to flee. One hand curled around the throat, the other falling to caress the gentle slope of her belly, "I never imagined I would bare children with any woman, Eve. I have spoken of this before. Very few can handle the seed of a were. Many who try do not live past childbirth. I will not loose you to this...not when I have just found you."

Her hand moves to cover his, "You will not loose me. My kind are the strongest of women. Your offspring will grow within my womb. They will be strong, healthy."

His lips touched the crook of her neck, "I trust you." His fingers dipped lower. She moaned, head falling back to touch his shoulder. He stroked her fire until her legs quivered with need. "We shall have to be careful, my pet." He whispered, "I do not aim to injure our offspring before they have had a chance to taste life."

"Hans!" She whimpered.

His teeth nipped at her ear, stroking her until she cried out with release. Only when the quivering in her legs ceased did she turn to face him. Her fingers sought to release him, gripping his manhood firmly. He groaned, burying his hands in her hair. There was one thing they had never done before that day, something she had grown increasingly curious about.

She dropped to her knees, hand still moving up and down his shaft. Her chin lifted, meeting his heated gaze, "You have given me pleasure. It is only fair that I return the favor."

He did not balk this time as he had done in the past. One hand gathering her hair from her face, he guided her mouth down onto him. His width stretched her lips but she quickly grew accustomed to it. He guided her into a rather shallow yet quick rhythm. His groans filled the kitchen. She knew he was close. She did not wish his seed to enter her mouth.

He held the same notion. He pulled from her, pulling her to her feet by her hair. He forced her around, burying his solid shaft deep within her. She cried out, back arching as he filled her. He moved against her over and over and over. Her fingers curled around the marble counter.

They made love many times that day. Eventually, they moved from the kitchen to the bedroom. True to his word, Hans was gentle. Part of Eve longed for the thrill of their previous passion. She longed for him to take her hard, drilling into her until she begged for mercy. Alas, he would not.  When at last they both were spent, Hans rested against her. His finger tips swirled around her belly button, a satisfied grin splitting his face ear to ear.

"What shall we name him?" He asked.

"Him? Perhaps it is a female." Eve teased.

His lips caressed her navel. "Either way, the babe will be well loved." His lips traveled to hers, "You will have to see a doctor, my love. I know of one that specializes in half breed offspring." 

Eve nodded, the two curling together before finally falling to sleep.

(Ah, I cannot believe it has been so long since I updated this! I promise to update more. Work has been CRAZY! Not to mention I am currently working on an adult retelling of Little Red Riding Hood that will part of an anthology releasing late in 2019. Also, if you have any ideas for another book you would like to read, feel free to post. Or any suggestions/ideas you would like to see included in this book. I'm always in the mood for inspiration.)