“If you wish to continue to party, then I shall stay by your side, as always. If you rather go home, I can agree to it, my love.” he said politely, now calm after their sexual tryst. “Getting dressed first might be a good idea.” Virgo offered, since they had abandoned their clothing on the floor. Virgo picked up his suit and shirt, and started to dress again, though some of his clothing was creased. It was no matter, for he didn’t really think anyone would notice.
“We did promise Madeline that we’d stay. I’d hate to disappoint her, love.” Elvira smiled as he helped her to her feet. She picked up her dress, shaking out the wrinkles before slipping it back on. She could smell Virgo all over her skin and couldn’t have cared less. “And besides, I have yet to see Bart. I hope he comes.” She turned to the mirror, pleased to see that her hair wasn’t out of place before turning to Virgo. She took his tie from his hands and did it up for him, smoothing her hands down his covered chest once more. She looked into his eyes.
“I will have a chat with our son. He needs to understand our bond a bit more thoroughly then what he does.”
“I knew you were in heat, when I smelt you. We are going to have children. A whole litter.” His hands smoothed down the front of her dress, his teeth chewing on her earlobe, as he enjoyed her closeness. She might have had plans to speak to their son, but he wanted just to hold her to him, and show that he was now content with her once more. Not like he was going to throw her against the wall or anything, but he wanted her to feel treasured, and special to him. He hoped her dreams would be filled of these very moments. The closeness and love he felt with her. It is part of the reason he felt angered that his own son would think he would seek that from another.
“Lets go find him then.” The Count released him, and offered his arm to take her down stairs.
“Another baby. Oh, Virgo. Please tell me this isn’t a dream?” she sniffled as he nibbled on her earlobe. She turned in his arms to look in his eyes. “You’re sure of this? Damion can wait. The two of us are what is important at the moment. But are you absolutely sure of this?”
Elvira had always imagined finding out she was pregnant after a romantic night with her husband…but this was ten times better. For he not only reasserted his dominance, but he may have even gotten her pregnant.
The Count knew how to get his mate pregnant, and what he had done, was part of the ritual and the other was because he knew she was on heat. “I have a very good sense of smell, my Love.” He wiggled his nose and then chuckled softly, as she was now practically ready to cry at this news. Virgo locked his fingers behind her waist and pressed his hips into hers, before bring his lips down and kissing hers with all the tenderness that he was able. This followed by licking, as his tongue sought to enter her mouth. He was a wolf after all. He wanted so much for them to have another child, and so this night and its circumstance played well into his hands. Her cry as she felt her explosive orgasm, meant she was truly fertile and made their completion just right for her to get pregnant. Virgo pulled back, and watched her with dark eyes.
Elvira felt tears sting her eyes, even as he bent close and pressed a kiss to her lips. She allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth and she threw her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal if not more passion.
She was pregnant!
She drew back with a laugh of delight, pressing her forehead to his chest. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she whispered over and over again. She eyed him after a moment. “Are you ready for another bout of mood swings and late night trips to the store for some obscure food I might want to have? Swollen ankles, catering to my every whim, back rubs?” she grinned.
Nothing in the world could wipe the happy smile from her face.
“You are incredibly fiery, which means I get to watch you throw passionate tantrums, and of course, when you do that…there is always make up sex. THEN..when you get all upset cause you can’t see your feet…and you want back rubs and toe tickles….I get to spend all day touching and pawing at you. Forgive me for saying this, but you also get incredibly horny as well. I loved it when you were carrying the twins.”
He threw his head back and laughed loud, then said out loud for all the world to hear.
“I LOVE THIS WOMAN!” Grinning as he brought his head down he released her from the hold, and then held his arm out for her to take, now they were presentable to join the rest of the ball party.
“Shall we, my darling wife?”
Genevieve found the man’s quizzical look charming, but she assumed it was only because he hadn’t expected her to still be around. She wasn’t planning on staying, either, but it seemed like she was starting to get used to the loud music and roaring crowds. Hearing him chuckle, she raised an eyebrow briefly before smiling in response to the pleasant sound“Should I know who you are..?” She wasn’t meaning to sound rude, she was just curious as to why she had to bother knowing who he was when they kept parting after such little exchanges. But soon the man was explaining his relationship with the Marulos, and it was intriguing. Though Elvira was a demon and her husband was a werewolf who caused chaos at a ball once upon a time, Genny held no ill will towards them in the least. In fact, the Marulos were quite famous now for their charm and high society parties. It seemed a little smarmy to her, but they weren’t doing much harm and they were never rude to her or her family. To her knowledge, at least.
When Rupert offered his hand and introduced himself, Genevieve burst into laughter. She couldn’t help herself as she thought it was absolutely absurd that the man hosting the party would take the time to bring her a drink or to even speak to her longer than one minute. Seeing that he was serious, she gave him a speculative look before reaching out tentatively to shake his hand. A smile still lingered on her lips and she was blushing only slightly at her rude outburst. Clearing her throat, amusement sparkled in her eyes as she shook his hand “Genevieve Bianchi.” Taking her hand back, she bit her lip to keep from laughing again and looked around the estate. Was this man trying to fool her just to get into her panties?
After taking a moment to take in their scenery, she turned around to look at him with a sly look. If this man was going to great lengths to lie and try to sleep with her, Genny wanted to see just how far he would go. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head and asked in a sweet, curious voice “So, when was this large home built?”
The young lady’s reaction to his admission of who he was appeared to amuse her to no end. Either she didn’t believe him, or found his behavior incredibly odd. For example, serving her a drink, like he was one of the hired bus boys. Course, he dressed a lot better, if one took the time to notice.
Should I know who you are..?” Skeptical as ever, and when he told her, her face was priceless. Genny’s body language actually became defensive, with the folding of her arms and the certain slouch of her body. Rupert wasn’t fazed however. He had come across women from all walks of life, from those that work in his factories, to the gold diggers of the strip. Dressed to the nines, with designs on being the next Mrs Dangerfield, spending the money he had spent years to accumulate.
His offered hand shake was met instead of a polite response, but instead she burst out laughing, like he had just told the funniest joke of the season. He didn’t get angry or flustered about being laughed at, instead he kept his composure and then when she asked him about the history of the house, its age, Rupert said.
“1889, by a Lady Penelope Dowitt. She owned many major department stores, and had a taste for fine architecture. Much of the sculptures were from such places as Italy and Greece. Sadly, she died shortly before it was finished, and it fell into a state of disrepair, due to neglect and the family who she left behind, wanted the money and the stores, not caring for an unfinished house. By the time I came along, she was like a ship that had been claimed by the sea and long forgotten. So I spent the money to finish her and now she is not only a home, but a place where all can enjoy her splendor, just as Lady Dowitt had hoped for.”
He answered her question, even though it was asked with a fake tone or accent. Just then Madeline came up beside her brother and looked at the girl who was looking at her brother like he was some sort of fool.
“I see you have made a friend, Ruppy. I had wondered when you would, so few nice girls about this night. All seem to want to sink their fangs into the first fat wallet.” Madeline hooked her arm through her brother’s and said. “I don’t believe we have met. I’m Rupert’s sister, Madeline Groves. I still have my late husband’s surname. I have not had the courage to be called Miss Dangerfield, for I fear that would dishonor my husband’s memory. Pleasure to meet you.”
Genevieve was stunned into silence when Rupert retorted with a marvelous history of the estate. She had expected him to flounder or to at least take time to come up with a good lie, but he spoke so easily that Genny was beginning to wonder if he was telling her the truth. As he spoke, her eyes scanned him from head to toe. He was dressed in what seemed to be the finest and he spoke with a charming air. Feeling a flush creep up her neck, she suddenly felt like a fool. Her face remain composed however, as her eyes flicked back up to Rupert’s. Smiling more genuinely now, she uncrossed her arms slowly and reached out to take another drink from a waiter that was walking around, Luckily for her, it was another martini. Taking a long hearty sip to collect herself, she held the glass in her hand and nodded once when Rupert finished with the history. “It seems you put quite a bit of money into this place if it was as downtrodden as you say.” Her eyes flicked around the room once more, this time with an appreciative look on her face as she looked at their surroundings with a fresh perspective.
When she heard a woman speak, she pulled her gaze back to Rupert only to see a very lovely woman on his arm. Listening to her, Genny smiled politely at Madeline “I suppose you could call me a friend the way he makes me laugh so.” She remained calm and stricken of emotion except for a slight eyebrow raise when she spoke of Rupert’s wallet. It all seemed to make sense now that he was dressed so well and spoke about the fundraiser. Still feeling like a fool, she was unsure of what to do other than go back to polite manners. She felt uncomfortable speaking to Rupert now as she still knew not why he bothered bringing her a drink to begin with.
Taking another sip of her drink, Genny then responded with a charming smile “I assure you, I have no use for your brother’s wallet. I do, however, find his charming manners quite endearing. To think he brought one of his employees a drink without request.” Her eyes fell on Rupert once more as her sparkled mischievously. She was indeed considered an employee as she was here to work as a singer and dancer, not as a guest. After giving Rupert a knowing look, she then looked back at Madeline. Reaching out with her free hand to shake, she gushed “That is such a lovely name…French, is it not? It seems so fitting for such a beautiful woman.” Hearing her speak of her late husband, Genny’s features fell slightly “I am so terribly sorry for your loss…” Her voice trailed off until she realized she had forgotten to introduce herself. Shaking her head once, she laughed softly “Forgive me, I am Genevieve Bianchi.”