Unexpectedly Pregnant with Alpha Twins

Ana: Everything feels so hot. I feel like every part of my body is burning. It’s as if I am having a fever but worse. You don’t usually feel that scorching, white-hot, and somehow itchy sensation…down there. What just happened anyway? Where am I? Who am I even? Well, other than remembering that my name is Anastasia Jane Williams and drinking beer from the bar not too long ago, I have no idea where I am or what happened after that. All I know is that I woke up to find myself on a bed inside a dark room and feeling feverish while wanting to get rid of this feeling as soon as possible! Clicking my tongue in irritation, I huff and kick at the blankets that were covering me. Despite doing so, it didn’t make me feel any cooler or relieved. It also didn’t stop the fire that’s been building up within me for some reason. Just what was it in that beer that makes me feel this way? Growling a little, I quickly remove my clothes. My fingers fumble over the fabric in my desperate attempts to finally be rid of the heat that grows unbearable with every minute that passes by. As soon as every stitch of clothing is off of me, I still feel as if I’m being stuffed in an oven. Not only that...but, as embarrassing as it may sound, I feel myself getting drenched. Not just with a cold sweat that seems to cascade over my body like a waterfall, but also…down there. Although I am the only one in the room, the fact that I don’t even know where I am or how I got here is more than enough to give me pause. However, it seems that it wasn’t enough for me to get naked because of the unbearable heat. Is there any way for me to be relieved from this strange heat? Because I am this close to really reaching down and rubbing one out to see if it solves my overheating problems. But before I can think about actually doing that, the door suddenly burst open. The room where I am in is dark and the only light that enabled me to see were the lights from the hallway outside. The light was not enough for me to see their faces clearly, though. Probably because my sight is so blurry from the beer that I drank. However, I can see enough to tell that these men are wearing black suits and black sunglasses. The same ones from the movie where these two guys are chasing aliens all over the world. Maybe it’s the beer talking, but it just suddenly made me want to laugh at the thought that they’re probably here because I’m an alien. Seriously, how can someone like me be an alien? Maybe they’re the alien seeing as they’re not even bothered seeing a naked woman inside the room. Even more suspicious is when they’re suddenly barging into other people’s rooms like this. I didn’t even order any room service at all! I open my mouth to demand answers from them when all of a sudden, the men lining up straightened up and standing with their backs firm and rigid. Before I can even comprehend why they’re suddenly acting like nutcracker soldiers, a man, taller than the men who entered first, strides confidently inside the room. Because I was focusing on the weird men who seem to be standing guard by the door, I miss my chance in seeing the newcomer’s face at all. “Is this her?” A rich, deep, and full voice soothes my sense of hearing upon it. Despite his cold and uninterested tone, his voice is still undeniably attractive. Like a hideous-looking Valentine’s chocolate but is still very delicious. Just like his voice. I think that is the alcohol in my system talking. The same way that it’s making me see things, too. From the darkness in the room, I think I see that this giant of a man has silver eyes that glitter in the dark. Yeah, it’s most likely the beer’s doing. “Yes, Young Master,” someone—I don’t know who—but someone from the men standing in line by the door, answers. “Very well. Everyone, leave us,” the newcomer with a chocolatey, velvety voice orders. And just like that, all of the men left the room. The last one who left closed the door behind him, and the room was plunged into pitch-black darkness once again. Oh, drat! I forgot to ask them questions! Like who the heck are they and who is this guy even? Is this Elliot? He doesn’t sound like Elliot. If not Elliot, then who?! I should have snapped out of it and demanded answers from them and not just sat on the bed and looked up at them in a daze like a fool. Unfortunately, as much as I want to ask this tall guy with a delectable voice, I couldn’t. All because the heat I’ve been feeling before seems to have erupted inside of me, searing me from the inside out. It might have been that the sudden appearance of these men in the room distracted my system and I momentarily forgot about that burning sensation. But now that they left, it appears that the effects refuse to be ignored any longer and imploded inside of me. The sudden onslaught of feeling my insides being scorched made me clutch my stomach in agony. It wasn’t until I feel the bed dip to know that the tall man from before is already beside me. I would have demanded who he was right there and then but as he leaned close, I feel it. The cold. The coolness he is emanating reminded me of when I was a little kid opening the fridge during a hot summer day. I don’t know how this man feels so cool to the touch and it should have made me wonder why someone is this chilly. But I don’t care because he’s just what the doctor ordered. I didn’t even think about anything else and caved under the irresistible temptation. I jumped on him, pure and simple. Shamelessly and brazenly, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. Even though I am aware that jumping on him like that makes me look like an unrepentant bimbo, I don’t care. Being this close to him and feeling skin-to-skin, I notice my temperature going back to normal. It was the reprieve I was looking for! At least for the heat. However, since the heat is gone, I think I feel like I’m suffering from something else now. Hunger. I feel hungry. But not for food. But what…? What am I hungry for? What do I want to do right now to ease this gnawing hunger pains I’m feeling? I feel the man tighten his hold around me. With a growl that echoes throughout the room, the man pulls away from me. My eyes widen and I gasp when I saw his eyes glowing a shiny silver in the darkness of the room as he looks up at me hungrily. Those glowing orbs suddenly disappear and before I can wonder why that happened, I feel him lean forward, and something cold but soft presses against my lips. Taking advantage of my parted lips from my gasp, he pushes in his tongue, helping himself with what I can offer him. He’s kissing me! We’re really kissing! And…it’s divine! It’s probably because of the alcohol or how drunk I really was, or this soothing sensation I am feeling while I am in his arms and kissing him. No matter the reason, I kiss him back. Just as hard and as needy as he’s kissing me. Oh, but he tastes so good. I recall comparing his voice to chocolate but who would have thought that he tastes like it too. Rich, decadent, and addicting. I was focusing on the kiss so much that I vaguely feel him grip my butt and lift me up before slamming me down. And just like that, I feel something tear within me and a stinging pain lacing through my system and yanking me away from the euphoria of our kiss. I try to cry out but my lips are still imprisoned in his, muffling my complaints. I fist my hands and start hitting him but it seems to only spur him on, moving me on top of him. “Elliot, stop! Stop! It hurts!” I manage to gasp when I finally pull my face away from his. I feel him pause and stiffen under me. Not that he isn’t already stiff in…some places, but I meant that he just stopped moving is all. I can feel my insides twitching and clenching in rebellion. However, before I can even try to catch my breath, he groans. He sound like he was in pain, too but then he suddenly started moving again. “Ah! H-hey! I said stop, Elliot!” I protest, slapping his arm but to no avail. “Don’t move so much. Just relax. I’ll help you,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear. I try to do something more drastic, like scratching him, pulling his hair, and even yanking something from his neck from my panicked actions. But just like before, all my attempts to struggle free from him seemed to incite him even further on. With every thrust he does, he pushes himself deeper and deeper into me. It feels like he’s filling me up to the places I didn’t even know I have inside. I try to lift myself off of him but that only made it possible for him to pull me down while he surges up. This results in him stuffing himself further inside of my resisting folds and wreaking havoc on my nerve endings. Somewhere along the way, the pain and discomfort gradually turned into pleasure. I can’t help but be swept away. As we drive each other crazy, the sounds of pleasure fill the room as we reach the height of rapture. However, it seems like there’s something missing. No matter how hard or how intense we do it, I need something more. But…what? It might have been the beer or the overwhelming sensations I am feeling right now, but I vaguely feel something sharp digging into the skin of my bottom. It feels as if dull knives or sharp nails are clutching me closely and tightly but not enough to break the skin. Just as I feel like I’m heading somewhere, through my hazy vision, I see the man tilt his head back and growl in ecstasy. His growl was deep, guttural, and—if I was thinking clearly—is not supposed to be something that’s coming from a human. I was so out of it but perhaps it was still not enough for me to not notice that his canines are starting to elongate and…is that…hair rapidly sprouting out of his skin? Not only was it growing on the side of his cheeks, but also all over his arms. However, before I slowly come back to my senses and figure out that something is not right, he swoops down towards me while aiming for my neck, and… As I feel something sharp pierce through my skin before something warm and soft presses against it. A pulling sensation can be felt and it appears as if my very essence is leaving my body and being sucked off of me. However, it only heightened the sensations I’m under because for some reason, the pleasure I’ve been feeling intensified. That coupled with the momentary pain was the thing I didn’t know I needed to break through the invisible barrier. And when I did, I shatter into a million pieces. And…it was glorious. **** I gasp and my eyes suddenly pop open. The light of the morning filters through my open window and through the noises of the early morning, I realize that I’m lying in my bed drenched both in sweat and something else. It was that dream again.