When they entered the room, Kate was there, pacing back and forth. She approached them.
"I can't wait, Adam." She said, wringing her hands together.
"Don't worry. First, go up to Anna, push her hair away and smell her neck. Just smell her perfume." He said and sat down to watch.
Anna stood still while Kate did as Adam ordered.
"Now position yourself behind her. I want Anna looking at me while you do this."
Kate went behind Anna and, not resisting, pushed her hair away and smelled her perfume again. It was good. It was exciting.
Anna looked at Adam with resignation.
"Now, hold her waist. Then gently run your hands up her arms. All the way up and pull her shirt away a little, until her bra strap shows."
Anna thought about taking Kate's hands off her, but that would serve as an incentive for Adam to do something worse to her and she forced herself to accept.
"Pull the strap away and kiss the spot."
Kate's breathing began to change and Anna sensed it, beginning to run out of steam. She had to let Adam get on with it.
"All right, Sarah. Now make your way back up her arms, ever so gently and behind her still, open her shorts, and let it fall to the floor, sliding down her legs."
Kate was really starting to get turned on by Anna. She wasn't receptive, but she was dying to taste the girl's lips.
"Make Anna face you, and remove her shirt. Then, very slowly, letting your fingers touch her silky skin, remove her underwear. Leave her naked."
Kate felt her breathing quicken as she turned Anna towards herself and looked at her lips very close to her own. She did as Adam told her and just as she was reaching out to grab her breasts, Adam was at their side.
"Get out of here, Kate."
"But... No, Adam! I want it!" She said angrily.
"No. She's mine and no one else will touch her but me. I won't repeat my order." He ordered without taking his eager eyes off Anna.
Kate left angrily and Anna looked relieved at Adam. He hugged her.
"You're too obstinate, young lady."
Anna hugged him back and he took her in his arms and carried her to bed.
That night, Anna screamed Adam's name, along with a vocabulary not quite befitting a lady.
...
Anna opened her eyes and saw Adam lying next to her. She could hear him snoring peacefully. She felt his body relax, satiated. She reached out and touched his face. He was her first true love. And although she couldn't stay with him as she would have liked, she would carry a part of him with her forever.
She put her other hand on her own belly. She was a little over four months pregnant, and Adam hadn't realized it yet. Anna sat down. The day had dawned. She got up and went to the shower.
Then she went into the kitchen and started preparing for the welcome dinner she was going to make for Adam, and the cooks were excited at the prospect of inviting the whole family to the event.
Anna left everything ready and went out with the werewolves to buy more drinks and tables and chairs to be spread out in the garden to accommodate the guests. She thought of the mother who had lost her son in Adam's war. She couldn't invite her. She must still be mourning her son's death. She thought about buying an elegant dress, but gave up. She wanted Adam to remember her like that. A simple, naive girl.
She felt short of breath and the werewolves put a drink in her mouth. She recognized the vial identical to the one she had seen in Adam's hand. She was afraid it would harm her baby, but remembering that he was protecting her, she calmed down.
Anna arrived home feeling much better. She decided that she would get back to preparing dinner. However, she was afraid that Adam wouldn't be able to make it, as he had gone out with Kate, probably to sort out the wedding details. She wasn't afraid that the dinner would be their last together. It was even a good occasion. As she worked, her eyes filled with tears at the thought of her son growing up without his father. She knew that life was dangerous, even though she considered that every way of life offered risks, and that no one died before their time, and that one day he might not come home alive.
Genevieve entered the kitchen and, attentive to her enormous fingernails, began to question her in the soft voice of someone who didn't care, but Anna knew that she cared very much. She knew that she had gone to bed with Adam. She had heard everything. She couldn't blame Genevieve for not resisting what she too could never resist. In a special way all Genevieve's own, she had become her best friend, and that was a relief for Anna, who had other things to think about. Genevieve talked to her about the child in her womb, as if she were his best friend. Anna liked hearing Genevieve call him an authoritarian little wolf, it made her want to know what her baby would be like. What he would look like. She loved him so much that she could fly for him. She couldn't believe that one day it had crossed her mind not to let him come into the world. Now he was her world.
She wanted him to become Adam's world too, and together they would be the happiest family in the world. Of course, she knew it was a utopia, but she couldn't stop her thoughts from fantasizing about a life with Adam, and lots of children jumping around. There was no stopping her brain from showing her possible scenarios of what it would be like to start a new life with Adam, in a place where no one knew them.
She heard the sound of a car entering the mansion and was intrigued. It couldn't be Adam and his guests. It was still early, even though it had been five hours since they left. She was expecting them in at least an hour.