Page 12 of Hunting Allegra

“Allegra,” Alaric calls out as he enters our bedroom.

“Yes, my love?” I answer singsong like while I brush my hair before bed.

“We have a problem,” he growls. Oh, we don’t have a problem, but my dear husband is no different than a human dad when it comes to his little girl.

“Yes? And do you care to tell me what it’s about?”

“You already know, don’t you?” he accuses.

I shrug and smile. I get up from my vanity, and in my tiny silk robe and shift, I walk up to my husband and nudge him back to sit on the bed. Running my fingers through his thick hair, I promise, “Alaric, you must calm yourself. She is old enough to be mated, even if she’s not over eighteen. Although, I’m certain that it won’t happen for a long time. Even if he was interested in her, we have made it clear that we must meet this mate.”

“I know. I know. It’s just she’s my princess.” We had all four kids in a three-year span because the Wolfgang and Zander were twins and Alaric and I can’t keep our hands off each other. Vampire pregnancies are shorter as well. We only hold them in for about six months and can get pregnant almost right away, well at least I did.

“Come, let me get your mind off of it, my Lord,” I purr, tugging his shirt from his pants and lifting it over his head. I decide he needs me to take my time and love him slowly. I unleash his cock from his pants and take his thick length in my hand, stroking it up and down as he shudders with sudden need. I gaze up at my mate as I wrap my mouth over his tip, sucking it until I could feel his body tense. I take his cum down my throat then stand up and drop my robe. He takes my hand and lifts me onto him, sliding down his pole. All things Alana—forgotten.

Can true love last forever?

Yes, our love will last forever. And luckily that’s what we’re in for.


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