Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“I would have happily been the one to bear this responsibility, my love. I am just happy to be starting a family with you. Are you not happy to have children of our joint lineage?” He looked hurt now. Upset about my anger.
“No, I am happy about that.” I answered honestly.
“Then what is wrong.” Dietrich sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders as I sulked.
“I am a man, Dietrich. I am not a fucking woman but a man. This shouldn’t be possible.”
“But it is possible, my love, and I am beyond happy about it.”
“Really. You wouldn’t be so if it were you.”
“What is really bothering you?” Dietrich looked hurt then.
“I feel the need to prove myself.” I once again answered honestly.
“Prove yourself how.”
With that question from him my control snapped. I needed to prove that I was a man. That I was masculine, and strong, and not at all a woman. I needed to prove to him he had a husband and not a wife. I needed to take him then and there.
I lunged at Dietrich, grabbing his shirt in both of my hands and pulling it violently away from him. The material shredding easily in my strong grip. I had already pressed my lips against his, kissing him fiercely and passionately as I pushed him against the back of the couch.
I broke the kiss only long enough to pull my own shirt over my head. My lips were then on his once more as I removed first his pants then my own. It seemed like we were both naked in less than a minute and I was already hard and needy.
I didn’t have the patience to be gentle and caring. This was a need that went beyond the desire for physical contact. I needed to take him, to dominate him, and prove that I was a man as much as he was.
All of our love making up to this point had been gentle and passionate and most of all extremely intimate. But today I was rough and hungry for him. I flipped him over, placing him on his hands and knees as I fitted myself against his entrance.
“Shawn.” His voice shook with need and desire as he seemed to be begging me to enter him, to keep going.
“Dietrich.” I growled his name hungrily as I thrusted forward.
I rammed into him hard and fast, hilt deep in a mere second causing Dietrich to cry out incoherently just from my brutal invasion. But he still seemed to be enjoying himself.
I didn’t stop there though. I set about creating a hard, fast, brutal rhythm as I pounded into him over and over. Dietrich was panting and moaning louder and faster than I had ever heard him before.
While I ravaged him, ravaged his body, I thought about the future we were about to have, the family we were creating. And I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, if I had been the one to take him last night maybe he would be the one who was pregnant instead of me. Maybe he would be the one to feel that mind blowing sensation of realizing your whole life is going to be crazy for a while.
And while I thought about that I had a vision of Dietrich’s stomach growing and rounding. Of him being pregnant with our babies and that thought made me smile. I now understood what it was that he had been feeling when he found out this morning.
The heat was growing inside me and inside Dietrich. The way his body felt when he welcomed me inside of him was nearly burning now but I couldn’t stop it. I just started crying out his name repeatedly as I drove in and out of him.
We both reached and leapt over that edge of glory together, coming apart at the same time. I roared with my pleasure as he seemed to scream out at the same time. I emptied myself inside of him before collapsing against him.
The whole thing had been so needy and hungry that it drained us completely. We barely separated ourselves before we passed out together, right there on the couch.
I once again woke to an exclamation from Dietrich, this time it was laughter. I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes and looking around the room. It was late afternoon, we had slept for a good few hours.
“What is it this time?” I heard a note of laughter in my voice.
“Do you notice anything different about me?” Dietrich asked, beaming.
“Should I?”
“Smell me my love.”
His request sounded strange but I complied.
“Ok.” I leaned forward and smelled him. I put my nose against his neck and inhaled deeply. I smelled his cognac, musk, and leather. I took another deep breath though, drawing his scent in again because there was something else. I could smell strawberries, vanilla, and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Why do you smell different?” I asked him, pulling away in a hurry which only made Dietrich smile even more.
“We’re pregnant together, Shawn.”
“What?”
“We will go through this together now, my love.”
“Are you t-telling m-me th-that, that, that-. I was stuttering and stammering too much that Dietrich finished for me.
“I am pregnant Shawn. See, you proved you are a man as well. I am pregnant just the same as you. One boy and one girl.” Dietrich seemed to giggle.
“F-f-f-four? F-f-f-four b-b-b-babies?” I was like a scratched CD, skipping at the same spot over and over again. “F-f-f-four b-b-b-babies?”
“Yes, Shawn, we are having two sets of twins. We will have such a big family. Isn’t this wonderful?”
