SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  A little while later Rack rang their doorbell and she let him in, she went to go make some tea to calm her nerves while she waited for Kyle to wake up.

  Two cups later Kyle finally dragged himself out of bed and sleepily walked into the kitchen to find Rack and Jenna standing there.

  "Who is this Jenna?" He asked her, looking confused, then he saw Rack's hand covering Jenna's and it slowly sunk in. "Is this your boyfriend?"

  "Yes, but we need to talk-" Jenna started to say when he interrupted her.

  "I told you never to bring them to our house." Kyle was angry with her and it was clear on his face and the fact he was almost shouting at her.

  "Listen to me Kyle, I wouldn't have had him come here if it wasn't important." Jenna told him and let go of Rack's hand to walk over and put a hand on Kyle's chest and looked up into his eyes. "I love you Kyle, I do, which is why we need to talk about this together."

  "What's going on Jenna, enough with the word games, just spit it out." Kyle growled at her.

  "I'm pregnant." Jenna said.

  "How pregnant?" Kyle asked.

  "Not pregnant enough to be yours." Jenna told him bluntly.

  "So what, you want a divorce?" Kyle looked at Rack and walked over to him and before Rack could respond he punched him the jaw. "How dare you come into my home and knock up my wife."

  Rack stumbled backwards and put his hand to his chin, despite the pain he stood up straight and tall after he recovered from the blow and didn't back down.

  "I love your wife, I promised her I would tell you with her, and I wasn't asking her to get a divorce, or I wasn't before you hit me." Rack said.

  "You got my wife pregnant!" Kyle said outraged. "That was my job."

  "Kyle, stop, please?" Jenna begged him, and started to cry, not wanting to be stuck in this mess.

  Kyle and Rack both stopped and went to comfort her at the same time.

  "I love Jenna, and I know she loves you. I don't intend to interfere with her marriage unless you don't want her anymore. I'm willing to work this out between the three of us. I knew she was married when I got involved and I'm willing to share her with you." Rack said, sounding completely reasonable to Jenna, though she wasn't sure Kyle would go for it.

  Kyle stood there, one hand on Jenna's arm, looking like he didn't know if he wanted to hug Jenna, or punch Rack again.

  "I love you Kyle, I swear I do, I didn't mean to get pregnant. It definitely wasn't planned on purpose. I don't want a divorce. I don't want to pick between you two." Jenna said. "I understand if you can't be with me anymore now that I'm pregnant, and I understand if you don't want a relationship like this."

  "Jenna, you can't just thrust this kind of situation on me and not give me time to process it." Kyle said. He walked forward a step and wrapped his arms around Jenna and rested his chin on the top of her head while giving Rack a confused look. "I love you, I would do anything to make this relationship work, even if it means sharing you with another man. I agreed to this, I just didn't understand the possible repercussions when I made the suggestion. I know you need companionship; I also know you wanted children. I'm sorry I couldn't be the husband or father you needed me to be."

  "Kyle, you've been a wonderful husband, and your work is important." Jenna protested but he stopped her.

  "I don't know you, but I'm willing to get to know you. If Jenna feels she can handle us both, and loves us both, I can learn to accept you for the sake of her child." Kyle said, sounding a little lost.

  "If we stayed together Kyle, you'd need to be the baby's father too." Jenna whispered. "I won't stay married to you if you won't accept the child and be an active part of its life."

  Rack walked over to Jenna and wrapped his arms around her too, sandwiching her between Kyle and himself.

  Kyle didn't pull away, but he did tighten his grip on Jenna, almost as if he was laying claim to her.

  "She was my wife first, don't forget that." Kyle told him, looking at Rack over Jenna's head.

  "I don't need to take her away from you, and I have no desire to threaten the relationship you two have. I understand how important you are to each other, but I love Jenna too, and this is my child and I want to be a part of its life." Rack told him.

  "If this is going to work, you have to be okay with Rack being here." Jenna told him.

  "I guess we should test it out then." Kyle said, and then before Jenna understood what he meant, he leaned down and kissed her.

  Jenna was wearing draw string pants and a tank top. Kyle reached down and pulled the string on her pants so they fell down around her hips. He reached his hand under her shirt and started massaging her sensitive breasts. So sensitive she hadn't been able to wear a bra lately without pain.

  His large hands massaging her felt good though and she moaned.

  Rack gave Kyle a questioning look, and Kyle nodded at him. Rack started to kiss the back of Jenna's neck as the two of them worked opposite sides of her body.

  Pulling the shirt over her head eventually Rack had his hands on her hips and pulled her ass up against his crotch so she could feel his erection.

  Kyle walked over to the fridge and got some butter out of the fridge. He walked back over and Rack had turned Jenna around in his arms and had knocked her pajama pants down around her ankles.

  Kyle opened his bathrobe and pulled his black cock out of his boxers and started stroking it while he watched Jenna and Rack kiss.

  Rack pulled Jenna until his back was against the wall and he pulled her up and her legs were wrapped around his hips. He plunged his cock into her and started guiding her hips up and down on his cock.

  Kyle walked over after smearing butter on his cock and rubbed the grease between her butt cheeks while Rack fucked her slowly.

  Kissing her mouth and letting his tongue dance with hers, Rack supported Jenna's weight and body against his chest.

  Kyle started to rub his cock against Jenna's backside until he could slip the tip of his penis inside her asshole. Slowly inching his cock inside, he started thrusting from behind while Rack fucked her pussy in front.

  Jenna let her head drop back against Kyle's chest and used her hand to rub his cheek while he slid in and out of her from behind.

  Rack and Kyle figured out how to fuck her in both holes in a rhythm that worked for both of them. Kyle started to fuck her faster and harder from behind, his hands digging into her shoulders as he helped pump her up and down on his cock.

  "That feels so good, I'm going to cum." Jenna screamed as her orgasm rippled through her stomach muscles, the combination of the two holes being filled at once and cocks rubbing against each other inside her pushed her over the edge.

  Her ass and pussy milked both their cocks as her orgasm squeezed all her muscles over and over again.

  Kyle grunted and he shuddered as he released his seed in her ass, filling her hole.

  "Your mine Jenna. I might share you but never forget you are mine." He whispered in her ear and bit her shoulder, leaving a love bite to mark her.

  "I know Kyle; I will always have been yours first. Thank you for understanding." Jenna whispered as she felt Rack's cock start to jerk with the tell tale sign of his orgasm. He groaned and his fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave little red marks.

  All three of them were out of breath when they finally separated.

  "Shower?" Kyle asked her.

  Jenna nodded and Kyle linked his arm through hers, pulling her away, he stopped half-way through the living room and turned back to look at Rack.

  "Are you coming?" Kyle said, accepting the fact that Rack was going to be in their life, and trying to make it work for Jenna's sake.

  "Sure," Rack said still unsure if Kyle wasn't going to snap at some point once the reality of everything sunk in.

  They were in the shower together, and Jenna washed both of them while they stood and made a point not to look at each other.

  "What do you do for a living?" Kyle finally asked Rack.

  "I'm
a bounty hunter." He replied. "But I come from a wealthy family. I don't need to work, I just like my job. It's exciting."

  "You didn't tell me you were rich Rack." Jenna said, shocking that she didn't know this before now.

  "You didn't ask." He told her and grinned at her.

  "No, I didn't ask." Jenna realized she had a lot to learn about Rack. Kyle was safe, she knew everything about him. He was safe and would always be here for her.

  Rack was a bad boy who fulfilled all her naughty girl needs, and though she was pregnant, she knew he'd be a good father. He liked kids and he was a mellow guy most of the time. She'd never seen him lose his temper.

  Frankly, she was a little surprised Rack hadn't retaliated when Kyle had hit him.

  A phone rang and Kyle sighed. "That's work, I need to get that."

  Kyle got out of the shower and grabbed a towel and answered his phone.

  "Is it always like this?" Rack asked her, watching Kyle talk on the phone.

  "Pretty much," She said. "He comes home, the phone rings, he leaves again."

  "Jenna, I'm so sorry, but there's been a..." Kyle said and then sighed. "You know what I have to do."

  "When do you get back?" She asked, looking at him sadly.

  "A month or so. Take care of her Rack." Kyle said and then when Jenna got out and wrapped herself in a towel, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I love you Jenna. I know I'm not always here for you and I'm sorry. I'm glad you found someone who could be here when I can't be. We will make this work. I haven't been with anyone but you and I can't bring myself to be with another woman."

  Jenna was shocked and it must have been written on her face because he was quick to reassure her.

  "Don't feel guilty, I gave you permission and it was better than a divorce. As long as Rack respects our relationship, and keeps you safe and healthy, I am willing to get to know him and let him be a part of our life. The kinky sex wasn't the worst thing I've experienced." Kyle pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "I need to get moving, the plane leaves in three hours. I promise you when I get back that we'll start figuring this out and I'll cut back on being gone. Maybe I can start delegating or taking more projects closer to home."

  "I'd like that Kyle." Jenna told him.

  She got dressed and watched him pack and leave again. Rack had gotten dressed minus his shoes and was sitting on her couch when she came out of the bedroom.

  "Is everything okay?" He asked her.

  Jenna looked at him and then smiled. "It will be."

  She didn't know how this situation would turn out, but she had faith that Kyle would learn to accept and love Rack, and that Rack could get along with Kyle. She never thought she'd be one of those women who had more than one boyfriend or husband at a time, but she realized she could love them both.

  Now she just hoped she could learn how to keep the relationship healthy and strong when there was a baby involved.

  "Are you really okay with all of this?" She asked Rack as she sat next to him on the couch and put her feet up off the end of the sofa and her head in his lap.

  Rack pressed a kiss to her forehead and started to massage her shoulders.

  "Yes. I knew what I was getting into from the moment we met. I knew the risk of being involved with a married woman who still loved her husband, and I fell for you anyways. We will make this work."

  Jenna nodded and then fell asleep with a smile on her face, finally feeling content with her life. She knew there'd be plenty of ups and downs in the future, but as long as everyone was honest with each other and tried to stay on the same page she believed it would work out in the end.

  THE END

  Mated by my Alien Prince

  Spring was coming and Maggie knew what that meant. Each year on the first day of spring all of the adults over the age of 18 had to take part in the lottery. This was Maggie’s first year and although she knew her chances of getting chosen were slim she was still nervous.

  Maggie was a beautiful young woman, not the type that would fair well if she ‘won’ the lottery. She stood about 5 feet 2 inches tall and had long blonde hair that had soft curls. She had dark brown eyes and an olive complexion. She stood out among other blondes because of her complexion, but she was grateful that she did not have the same fair skin as others.

  Maggie was also a very curvy young lady with plump breasts and large round hips. Several of her friends had what was known as the ‘thigh gap’ but Maggie knew she would never be one of them. When she walked her thighs touched, her breasts jiggled, her butt moved and she loved the way her body looked. No, it was not what mainstream media would call beautiful, but it was what she called beautiful.

  She had never known anyone who had been chosen for the lottery. The fact was that she had only heard about it recently. It was kept a secret from the kids as long as it was possible. Of course, those children who had parents that were chosen knew about it to an extent but the rest of the children had no idea what was going on.

  Maggie had been told that those who were chosen had to leave and go with the Watchers. The Watchers had come to Earth years ago, before Maggie was ever born. They were the ones who made all of the choices. Maggie had heard about a time when people ruled themselves and she had trouble believing that there was life before the Watchers. They provided everything for the people of Earth. They even had the ability to stop the rain if the humans were not behaving properly.

  No one really knew what it was like with the Watchers, but it was said that when you joined them, you would be nothing more than a slave to them if you were lucky. Others, those who were not so lucky were used for breeding. The Watchers were trying to integrate their genes into the human race and create a super being.

  The Watchers here extremely intelligent and had taught humans, many amazing things from technology to healing. In return for all of this the humans had to provide one person from each community each year to give to the Watchers. Those that ended up being slaves for the Watchers did not have a long life. They were transported to the Watchers planet which was much like Earth and were forced to work in fields, become carpenters, and take care of the Watchers every need. The Watchers were not known for their mild temper which meant that if they were upset they had no problem ridding themselves of their human slaves. They knew that there would be more the following year and would not put up with anything less than perfection.

  One thing that the Watchers had no patience for was the weakness of humans. They knew humans were flawed and their minds were small but they did not think that it was an excuse for them to not live up to the Watchers expectations.

  The breeders had a much different life than the workers. They were kept in sterile containment away from the other humans. This was to ensure that they were not impregnated by a human and to document all of the progress with each fetus.

  To date, there had been no successful birth, but the Watchers were working hard to ensure that this year would be different from the others. If you were chosen as a breeder you knew that you were probably being sentenced to death. There had been many abnormalities in each of the pregnancies from babies growing at twice the normal rate to them taking all of the nutrients from the host and killing them within a few months from conception.

  Maggie knew that if she did ‘win’ the lottery she would be one of the breeders. They always chose the healthiest looking females, those with large hips and breasts. The Watchers knew what it took for a human to carry a baby and although Maggie knew that it would change the world if she were able to carry a Watcher baby she also knew the chances of survival were small.

  The day of the lottery soon came and as it was tradition Maggie woke up early and began to prepare herself. She wore her best clothes and made sure that she looked beautiful. If a human was chosen and was decided to be unwanted by the Watchers they were disposed of and another human chosen to take their place. Maggie was unsure of what disposed of meant, but she knew that she did not want that to happen to her.

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sp; There had been announcements recently telling all of the humans how far the Watchers had come with their breeding techniques and it that this year the Prince Watcher would choose one breeder to carry his offspring. They were sure this year would be a success.

  Maggie wondered what the Watchers looked like. She knew that they were able to shift their form into human form and that no one on Earth had ever seen them in their natural form. She wondered if they allowed the humans that were taken to their planet to see their natural form or not.

  As Maggie prepared for the lottery, she tried to put the thoughts of the Watchers out of her head. She was sure that her day would end just like any other after all, so few people were actually chosen on their first year. Each year, each community gathered and had a huge celebration. There was food, games, socializing and lots of fun. Maggie assumed it was their way of trying to forget about what was coming for the ones who were chosen and it was a way to celebrate the Watchers.

  Everyone was grateful for the Watchers and many people hoped to be chosen. It was seen as a privilege by many. When they had first appeared the people of Earth were going through the worst time they had in history. Governments were failing, there was no more money, people were starving and war was rampant. It was the Watchers that brought peace and order back to the Earth.

  Maggie had not known the world before the Watchers, but had heard the stories over and over. It was her grandfather that had lived during that time and his dying wish was that at least one member of his family would have the privilege to serve the Watchers.

  Maggie shook her head as she thought about her grandfather and his wishes. It seemed so odd to her that he would wish that fate on someone he loved, but she knew it was something she would never really understand. She had not lived in “The Time Of Trouble” and therefore was not as grateful for the Watchers as her grandfather had been.

  Soon Maggie was ready, she grabbed the desserts she had prepared for the festivities and headed out of her front door. For the first time in her life she was not looking forward to the gathering. As a child it had been a day of fun and pleasure, but now at the age of 18 it brought nothing but fear.