Chapter 41 41: Chrissy

Chapter 41 41: Chrissy
“Um… Help? I guess?” I can't move anymore. Luther has me pinned to his hips as deeply as he can, and now he’s stopped moving. He’s only growling. I can feel whatever it is inside me rising higher and higher, and while it feels great, I can't get it out of me.

“Help!” I call again, hoping beyond hope that someone not embarrassing is out there.

The door bursts open, having been locked apparently, and I turn my head around so fast my neck cracks. I’m holding it, wincing, when I see Bane, Emma, and Mary Ann outside the door. 

“What’s wrong?” Mary Ann asks, stepping closer behind Bane.

I look down and feel my entire body blush as I pull my skirts off of Luther’s head and see him for the first time since we started. His face is a mixture of ecstasy and animalistic rage. His eyes and teeth have shifted, becoming golden and growing fangs. He growls on every breath, his eyes glued to my body.

“Oh shit!” Emma says, then backs away slowly, laughing uncontrollably.

“Well, he wasted no time!” Bane shrugs. “He could have waited for a bed!” He shrugs and turns, putting his hand on Mary Ann’s shoulder.

“Everything is going to be okay,” she starts, holding out her hands like shes surrendering. “We thought we had more time to tell you guys about this, since you weren’t ready to have children yet.”

“What?” I asked, confused. After a beat, I asked angrily, “What?”

“He’s knotted you, dear. His wolf decided now is the time to mate. Usually, they have more control than this, but if Luther didn’t tell you what was happening, I don't think even he knew what was happening!”

“What does that have to do with children?” I ask between clenched teeth.

“Well, dear, you are being impregnated.”

“You can’t know that for sure!” I start, panicked, trying to pull myself off. “No one can know the exact moment of inception without planning it!” I gasp, eyebrows shooting up. “Did he plan this?” I hiss.

“I think his wolf might have, but as I said, Luther would have warned you if he knew.”

“I could have been told a long time ago, Mary Ann!” I shout, panic taking over, and tears starting to burn my eyes.

I’m not ready to be a mom. What if I make a shitty one? I needed more time than this!

“Everything will be alright,” Mom says, starting to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” I cry.

“You are about to experience the best orgasm of your life. You should have your privacy with your mate now,” she says, then closes the door behind her.

I look down at Lither in fury and disbelief before letting my skirts cover his face again and crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m furious, there’s no way---" Then I feel it, the explosion of cum inside me. It's more than ever before, and the moment it hits my cervix and orgasm explodes out of me. I’m screaming and crying, breathless, gasping, and rocking my hips.

“W-What happened?” Luther asks.

I look down at him, unable to make a single word as I rock desperately. I’m almost ready to beg for it to start ebbing when it finally does. It’s slippery between our bodies, and I slip a little when he slips out of me with a pop.

“No…” he whispers, slipping out from under me and seeing the mess we made all over each other. He stands up, and it starts dripping down his legs and onto his pants even more than it already was. “Chrissy, I am so sorry that I had no control!”

I slowly sit on my legs, blinking and wide-eyed, still breathing hard from that orgasm.

“I’m pregnant?” I mumbe.

“Yes… When the wolf takes over like that, it’s instant pregnancy. You will have to have your implant removed.”

“Implant, yes…” I say, dazed. I slowly look up at him and lock eyes. His face is shifting between sorrow, worry, and pure bliss.

“Are you okay?” he asks, kneeling in front of me.

“Yes,” I say shakily, but then I look into his eyes. His very happy, very hopeful eyes. I’ll have to figure out a way to get ready for this. “Yes,” I say, more sure about this than I’ve ever been.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine.

“I love you, too,” I say honestly, kissing him gently. “We’re going to be parents,” I say, not a question but a statement.

“We’re gonna be parents!” he shouts, kissing me hard and holding me tight.