I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter. I promise to get back on track!!! I love reading your comments, posted or sent in private. Don't forget to vote. And as always, a huge thank you to Archangel_M, my wonderful editor. Thank you for the polish you leave on my story.
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Orsolya loved every moment of her life with Guillame. As far as she was concerned, he was the perfect mate. She did her best to push any thoughts of their future out of her mind. She lived in the present. And now that she was carrying his cubs, she almost floated on air. Even Zsálya seemed to be happier. Guillame had agreed to let her twin live with them, and Zsálya was as excited to help raise the cubs as Orsolya and Guillame.
Orsolya had been so worried Zsálya would withdraw from her after she was mated to Guillame. But Zsálya had accepted Guillame into their family with no hesitation. He made her laugh, and for that, Orsolya would be eternally grateful. She did notice the way Zsálya looked at Guillame sometimes. Her grandmother told her it was just a crush and not to worry. It was a common thing among unmated females. Orsolya was actually happy Zsálya seemed to have some interest in a male. Maybe she would finally allow herself to enjoy life.
While Orsolya was not shy about mating with Guillame in front of the pack, she did have a strange feeling when it came to Zsálya. Even though she didn't think it made Zsálya uncomfortable, Zsálya would always disappear when they began, only to reappear when they had finished. Sometimes she was flushed, or out of breath. But she would shield her thoughts from Orsolya. Maybe she went out to run? Maybe she was hiding jealousy? No, Zsálya could never be jealous of anyone's happiness.
Orsolya looked out the window and saw Guillame with her father. They spent all their time together discussing plans for the pack's cubs. Guillame seemed so sad when he returned from such meetings. She did her best to keep him from dwelling on things that could not be changed. She had her ways to keep his mind occupied. She giggled to herself when she thought about the amount of clothing she was having to repair because they did not wait to disrobe before shifting. When she had been a wolf, her clothing would just fall off. But her panther was much larger, and split her dresses at the seams. She really had to learn to control her other half better. When her panther wanted their mate, she did not want to wait a moment.
Guillame opened the door and scanned the room for Orsolya. Before he could say a word, she had leapt out of her chair and crossed the floor to his arms. He smiled as he leaned in close to take in her scent. As much as he was upset after meetings with Ártur, all it took was the simple smell of lilac and birch to calm him. He closed his eyes, the scent burning its way through his mind. He grinned and buried his nose in her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. He felt her shiver in his arms.
His wolf growled possessively when he heard footsteps outside the door. Orsolya giggled into his shoulder. She whispered, "They will not come between us, Guillame. I belong to you and you only, my love." His grip around her body tightened. She loved when he held her this way. She caught Zsálya out of the corner of her eye slipping out the door. For just a brief moment she wondered why she felt the need to leave. Guillame's lips on hers made her forget all about her sister. In reality, the only times in her life she had not thought of her sister were when she was with Guillame.
Guillame easily swept Orsolya into his arms and brought her to their bed, laying her down gently. "I have heard the laughter from the females about the amount of clothing you are sewing. Best to remove them quickly now, lest they have more to joke about at our expense." He shed his own clothing, leaving it laying in a pile on the floor next to the bed.
Orsolya wriggled out of her dress, holding it out for him to take. He threw it over a nearby chair and slowly climbed onto the bed, between her legs. The feral look on his face showed how close his wolf was. It was rare his wolf allowed his human half to stay in control when they took their mate. But Orsolya saw Guillame's struggle to remain in control.
Guillame reminded his wolf that their human half very rarely had a chance to enjoy their mate. He wanted his turn. He wanted to relish in her lush body and the changes that her pregnancy was causing. He loved stroking the swell of her belly, the new fullness of her breasts. He wanted to have the time to lay his ear next to his cubs and feel their movement. It was much more difficult in her panther form. His wolf reluctantly agreed to wait his turn.
Orsolya reached out a hand to caress Guillame's hair as he lay his head on her belly. She could feel the cubs kicking and giggled at her mate when she saw his look of awe. "They want to meet their father. Every time you touch my stomach they start kicking."
Guillame's hand traced the fullness and stopped whenever he felt movement. "Soon my little cubs, soon." His lips followed the light touch of his fingers.
Orsolya loved listening to him talking to the cubs. But she was worried by the fact that her visions had had always been of one cub. The midwife told her there were two. Maybe her vision had been wrong. At times they did not exactly match what came to pass. Her interpretations were not always correct, and later she would reevaluate and realize her mistakes. That was why she had begun reciting her visions to Guillame, who wrote them down word for word.
She was brought back to the present by Guillame's lips and hands moving over her swollen belly. His touch made her entire body feel like it was bursting into flames and the only thing that could put the fire out was the feeling of him inside her, emptying himself into her depths. Only then would she be sated. She could smell the fluids leaking from her swollen pussy, and she saw the instant recognition on his face. He looked up from her belly with a devilish grin on his face.
He pushed his way down the bed until his face was pressed to her wet fragrance. His tongue reached out to taste her. He heard her sudden gasp and felt her legs close around his head. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her open and began to drink his mate's sweet nectar. He had become addicted to her taste and lapped at her as she flooded his mouth.
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Zsálya had made her way to the secluded cave she had found many months before. It was perfect for her use. No one ventured this far away from the compound. It wasn't near the hunting grounds or where the cubs played. She could be alone with her thoughts and feelings. She had barely made it into the cave when the lust overtook her. She dropped to the ground, gasping for air, clawing at her clothes, leaving them where they fell. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide. Immediately, her hips began to rise, lost in the sensation of an invisible mouth on her virgin flesh.
His black eyes followed her every move, unable to look away. He had watched her come to this cave day after day, losing herself to whatever took hold of her when she thought she was alone.