Really, what was the point of having a plan if things never went according to it? A week ago, three weeks to be exact after leaving Werewolf Kingdom and arriving back on America she’d awakened to find herelf desperately ill. She’d barely made it to the bathroom in time to lose the entire contents and what felt like the lining of her stomach. After thirty minutes of puking her guts out, she finally made it back to bed, feeling like she might be dying and kind of hoping she would if this kept up. And couldn't help but wondered if she had picked up some exotic stomach virus and rolled, moaning, to her side to hug her pillow until she finally managed to go back to sleep. She woke up hours later feeling…surprisingly okay. She was thirsty and hungry, even, but the nausea was mostly gone, and she felt good considering she’d been so sick when she first woke up that morning. Deciding to take it easy and work from her room she’d done just that and felt good all day until along about early ev
Akari wondered how difficult it would be to sneak away and run away far, far away from the Sechuan's, the Federation's Central Command and pretty much everything and everyone she knew. She was still stuck on this godforsaken city, in the Sechuan consulate, three long days after learning that she was carrying Nikolai's baby and her headlong flight down the town to ask for asylum. Nikolai, along with her father and an entire contingent of Werewolves were supposed to be arriving any time here at Central Command, this same place where she’d first met and married the Bloody Prince. Could it really have been only six months before? She had thought for a while that she would spend the rest of her life with Nikolai, far from everything she’d ever known. She’d been so scared to go to their Kingdom, but in only a few short weeks, Werewolf Kingdom had come to seem like her home—maybe because it had been where Nikolai was and because Akari had fallen so much in love with him when she wasn’t even
The knock that came on her door a few minutes later was loud and insistent. She went to the door, opening it just a crack, but the door was pushed open by a big hand as she was shoved back into the room. “I was wondering why you didn’t notify me directly and immediately that you were going to have my baby,” Nikolai said, even bigger and more arrogant than Akari remembered, as he filled her doorway and crowded into the room, frowning at her. “Well, hello, Nikolai, so nice to see you too.” Nikolai slammed the door closed behind him and turned to face Akari with his arms crossed over his chest. He spoke to her again as if they had already been having a conversation, and it had just been interrupted. “More human foolishness. I never said it was nice to see you.” “No you didn’t. Common courtesy is beyond you. I should have known.” Nikolai narrowed his eyes at her. “Tell me why didn’t you let me know about the child?” “And how exactly was I supposed to do that, Nikolai? I don’t have a
After five months....Akari eased out of bed and made her way toward the bathroom. The baby seemed to be growing in leaps and bounds every single day, and that meant he was pressing on Akari's bladder more with every day. She had been deeply asleep in her bed when the pressure woke her up, that she wasn’t even sure she was going to make it to the bathroom in time and wouldn’t that just be perfect? To make a mess on Nikolai's floor! She was hurrying, trying not to wake her mate, but hadn’t gone more than a few steps when she was suddenly swept up in strong arms and pulled up to Nikolai's chest. “Where do you think you’re going?” Akari gave an undignified squeak and flailed out at Nikolai's arms, and tried punching him. She hated being manhandled by the big prince she was married to, but even with the extra baby weight she was carrying, the man still outweighed her by fifty pounds of pure muscle so there wasn’t much she could do about it. “You’re going to find out in about three sec
When Akari woke up the next day, sunlight was already streaming in the windows, and then she gradually became aware that two people were leaning over the end of her bed, discussing her in quiet tones. “Do you think we should go get somebody?” “No, I don’t think so. She’s still breathing, see? Her chest is going up and down.” “But I called her name and she just made that funny sound. I don’t think that’s normal.” “Maybe it is for humans. Father says our mother does it all the time when she lies on her back. He says it’s called ‘snoring.’” Akari opened one eye all the way and peered down the bed at her tormentors. Nikolai's little brothers, Nicarr and Laurel were standing at the foot, looking up at her with curiosity. “What did your brother tell you two about knocking?” Akari said, then close her eyes again. “And what time is it anyway?” “Time to get up, Akari,” Nicarr said, coming
The Exhibition Games were played in a huge, round, dusty amphitheater, lined with tiered seating, and currently occupied by a raucous, noisy crowd. The atmosphere inside reminded Akari a little of unruly soccer fans back home. Vendors prowled the aisles selling banners from the various battle teams, along with packaged food and bottles of alcoholic beverages. Loud music blared over the speakers and some werewolves were cheering on their teams and slapping down money on the bench seating as bets were lost and won all across the arena. Nicarr was bouncing with excitement as they made their way to the king’s box. Once they reached it, they would be completely enclosed in heavy, unbreakable glass, but it was the getting there that was the problem. The young men inside the arena were mostly both rowdy and drunk, though good natured enough. Akari was a little horrified, though, that she’d brought the two young boys to such a place. She knew enough about crowds to know that their mood coul
Akari looked so small lying in the hospital bed that was designed to fit werewolves. Nikolai was sitting beside her bed, holding her hand and smoothing the hair from her face, thinking of how badly he wanted to spank her little ass when she woke up. He wouldn’t, of course, or at least he wouldn’t until she’d safely delivered the baby and recovered her health. Then she’d give her nightly spankings, no matter how prettily she begged him to stop. In fact, the idea of the spankings and her begging made Nikolai hard that it makes him uncomfortable sitting in the chair. Nikolai heard Akari sighed in her sleep and he immediately leaned over and gently kissed her still pale face. Even though the doctors had assured Nikolai that both Akari and the baby were fine, he can't stop worrying.. That fall had been a shock to Akari's system, that the doctor actually had given her a mild sedative just to calm her down, which was why she was still sleeping. The doctors wanted to keep her until morning
Nikolai moved back to hover over Akari's wet hole where he traced delicate circles with his tongue. His tongue darted out to lick at Akari's sweet juices then softly mumbled. “Settle down now. You shouldn’t be getting yourself so excited. It’s not good for the baby.” His hands held Akari in place, exactly where he wanted her, and he slanted Akarina stern look. “Now be good and tell me you understand.” He opened his mouth and a long tongue slipped inside her wet hole. “Tell me.” Akari moaned and shook her head wildly, and Nikolai grinned down at her. "Such a stubborn woman.” He lift a hand and thrust a finger inside her and crooked it to find her sweet button. Akari screamed again and surged first toward him and then away, unable to decide what to do, where to go. Nikolai pushed in another finger and plundered around to join the first. Akari rocked her hips to the rhythm of those talented fingers and sought to bury him as deeply as she could. Nikolai's fingers danced inside her and