(Vincent's POV)
Honestly, I'm glad that Jonathan has Catherine's and her father's DNA and not mine. I have very little control over my beast. Catherine's is pure, and she has total and absolute control of when and how she changes. She is never beastly when she transforms, she's seductive, and beautiful. Strong, yet conscience of her actions and strength. Qualities, I deeply wished I possessed. I look to her, sleeping soundly in my arms, and I couldn't wish for a more perfect woman, mother, lover, and partner. She has amazingly sat back over the last six months, graciously allowing her father and I to destroy Muirfield, one piece at a time. There is still one doctor's research we have not found, and continue to look for. Research that could allow someone else to recreate the injection I received in the military, and we cannot let that happen.
There have been times over the last couple months that Jonathan has gotten frustrated learning to crawl, and has started to transform, but Catherine was able to see it happening, and calm him before he could turn completely. Her touch, the sound of her voice, is always soothing to him. She is an amazing mother, and I can't wait until all of Muirfield is destroyed so I can finally make her my wife, and we can start our lives together. She misses home, and so do I. She accepts her father, but he will never be her dad, and he understands completely. But something has been off with Catherine lately, and I can't seem to figure out what it is. I haven't been around a whole lot, but when I am, she can't seem to get enough of me. Her scent had been almost intoxicating, and just that alone was enough to arouse me. But that scent is now gone, replaced with a familiar scent I can't seem to place.
A scent that eludes me until a few weeks later, when I hear not only Catherine's heartbeat, but two more echoing her own. As she lie in my arms, I could distinctly hear three separate heartbeats. Did she even know? Am I going to have to go through almost losing her again? I started to panic, and just as I started to change, Catherine awoke, caressing my face, soothing me, and instantly reversing my transformation. She crawled on top of me, brushing against my cock, causing it to instantly swell. This woman could take my mind off of anything. "Shhh, Vincent, it was just a dream." Not a dream, a nightmare, one she didn't even know she was living yet. I began to get distracted, until she grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath my touch. That was it, I was fully engorged beneath her. She rose above me to allow me to penetrate her, but I wanted to taste her first. I sat up, grabbed her hips, and flipped us over so she was beneath me, licking my way to her nerves, settling my tongue just around the bundle, flicking desperately. She bucked her hips in response, my name incoherently escaping her lips. I slipped two fingers into her core and stroked her swollen spot inside, her walls already beginning to flutter. I allowed her juices to flow to her rear, allowing me to slip a finger in her forbidden core. She feverishly began to grab at her nipples, her panting mixed with growling, and I flicked, rubbed and thrusted harder. Earth shattering orgasm rippled through her body like never before, and as I continued my efforts, her orgasm only increased. In one fluid movement I was between her legs, sliding my girth into her core. Her clenching squeezing me, and I thrust into her like it would be my last time, rubbing her nerves feverishly, again, heightening her already lasting orgasm. Tears fell from her eyes, and she pleaded for my release. "Vincent, please, come for me." This had been, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, and I wasn't done yet. I changed the movement across her nerves dramatically, causing her to clench even harder and tighter around me, sending my seed deep within her.
Several minutes went by, and her body finally settled. She was glowing, partly from orgasm, and partly from her unknown pregnancy. She suddenly got out of bed, running to the bathroom, barely making it in time. I ran behind her, holding her hair until she had finished emptying her stomach. She was breathless, and fell into me. "Vincent, I'm sorry, I think that was all… a little too much." I chuckled. I had to. For someone with super senses, she was clueless. "Vincent, what?" I stroked her arms, shoulders to fingertips. "Catherine, listen. I mean really listen." She rolled her eyes, turning golden as she did, taking deep breaths to concentrate. After a few moments, her hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide. "Vincent, no. What's going to happen to me?" I smoothed her hair, pulling her into my lap. "Catherine, we'll figure it out. First thing's first. We need to tell your father."