Our honeymoon

There are so many things I discovered living with my husband.

We had our human wedding just recently as I requested and are now on our honeymoon even when I’m already pregnant.

He rented this amazing hotel all for himself as his packs had complained how we always…do it every night. Since we wolves have sharp senses, of course, they’ll hear us.

At first it embarrassed me, knowing they heard me yell for Magnus’s name every night.

But now, it didn’t even bug me.

We just finished eating dinner and now have retired to bed. Since it’s only us here and some human staff of the hotel, we have the whole place for ourselves.

Magnus ordered wine and we drank for a bit. When we finally got tired, it took us an hour to stay at the restaurant.

Wew. So many things happened today.

Everything was fine until what Magnus said stuck with me the most. Magnus said he’ll take me to a hotel.

“What? Why should we stay there?” I asked, now blushing. Gosh, is this the wine talking? Why am I looking forward to it?

He whistled innocently, his other hand on the steering wheel while his other hand was on my hand. “What? I just want to sleep there. Nothing more. Or you’re thinking of something?”

Checking in, there was only one bed and I saw that the bed was covered in rose petals and candles and red balloons almost everywhere.

I turned to look at Magnus.

He just shrugged in answer, “What? It’s our honeymoon, babe. What’d you expect? Like we’re just going to play jack stone?”

I chuckled at him, he clearly planned it all. And he clearly has plans for me.

“Remember, I’m pregnant dear. Our pups will be affected if you won’t take care.” I reminded him and he pouted.

He then caressed my tummy and kissed it before grinning up at me.

“Oh they will understand it, right pups?”

It’s not that we’re sure what our pups will be, but I have a hunch that we’ll have a twins. And Zef even said it himself when he inspected my pups.

Wooh, I wonder how my labor will be.

At least, the room smells nice. I might sleep very comfortably tonight.

I instantly jumped on the bed. I’m only pretending I’m fine now, but I’m sweating bullets, nervous about what will happen now.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” Magnus asked, lying beside me now.

I nodded at him, “Yes.”

What bothers me is that Magnus acts like nothing is serious now while here I am, so nervous.

“When are we going home?” I asked nervously.

“Relax. You want to go home now when something hasn’t happened yet?” He teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

If it was even possible, my cheeks turned redder. I instantly stood up and hid it from Magnus, “I think I’ll shower now.”

I just heard Magnus’s chuckles as I entered the shower.

Turning on the faucet, I did my thing and washed my body. It's a good thing that the hotel had shampoo and soap here and it smells good. Smells like vanilla.

When I was finished, I put on the robe placed beside the door and walked out of the shower.

I almost gaped at the sight, seeing Magnus now on his robe only. I gulped, seeing his bare chest peeking out from the clothes. He looked hot.

“Why are you in your robe now?” I asked, and in an instant, Magnus was in front of me.

He leaned towards me, his hot breath fanning across my face. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ll take a shower too. I'm feeling hot right now.”

I gulped again, frozen in my spot. I felt my hands trembling now, my heart almost bursting out in excitement.

Magnus stroked my hair and said in a low voice, “We have to make the most of it. It’s you and me tonight, Kamilah.

And with that, I closed my eyes as he crashed his lips on mine, ravaging me with his tongue, courting my lips for a dance of passion.

He turned off the lights. His lips continued on doing wonders on mine. This kiss was different from any of our last time. He trailed down kisses on my neck, down to my collarbone.

It’s almost like he wanted to take a taste at everything, every inch of me. I couldn’t help but moan out his name, “Ugh. Magnus.”

And I covered my mouth from saying that, feeling my cheeks getting hotter in embarrassment.

Geez, did I really…just moaned?

I bit my lip, looking up at him as he stared into my soul, piercing me with his emerald eyes. He gulped, almost like in an agony, “Say that again.

Call my name again, Kamilah.”

I did as he told me, “Magnus.”

It was like he was debating with himself, stopping himself from something until he muttered a curse,

“Damn kamilah. What are you doing to me?” He asked, breathing hard now.

In an instant, I let out a gasp as his hands reached to my bosom and he carried me bridal style to the bed and placed me on the soft mattress.

“I swear, you don’t know how much I want you right now, kamilah. You don’t know what’s going on in my mind now…” he mumbled. “Damn, the things I want to do to you..”

I bit my lip at that, “Then do it.” I dared him.

He looked flabbergasted, at what I said, “What?”

“I said do it,” I repeated.

He blinked at that, his face looking flushed. “I can?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’m letting you.”

“But…” He trailed off.

“But what?”

As if he just won in his own inner battle, he forced himself to look me in the eyes, “But I have to stop myself. I have to endure this. Please don’t tempt me more, kamilah.” He said, now standing up and away from me.

“I can’t do this. I don't want to force you. I know you are feeling shocked that's why you’re saying that” he continued, before adding, “I want to marry you first before we do it. It would be special that way.”

And with that, he quickly went to shower.