What a way to return from a hiatus! Let the heat sexfest begin lol.
I know her heat is intense for Zoe. I can feel it through our bond. I can feel the fire of need burning inside her. It made her scent intense, and honestly, I don’t know how Henrik managed to stay focused enough to bring the boat to the dock and not try to join in. I’d say he had a stronger willpower than me, but I don’t buy it. If the roles had been reversed and it was his lap she climbed into, he’d be doing exactly what I am. I’m rather glad she chose to climb into my lap, not just because Henrik was steering, but last time the only time I got with her pussy was with my tongue. It’s my turn to get to fuck her. And fucking hell, even with a condom inside her, it is incredible. Then she did whatever the hell that was, and I went cross-eyed. That wasn’t an orgasm squeeze, she controlled that, and it was fucking hot. Like I nearly blew my load hot. I haven’t kept count, and I am not looking to brag, but I’ve fucked plenty of women. Never has one been able to squeeze my dick this tight,
I knew they were jokingly calling themselves my sex toys, but I have to admit I like that idea. Viatrix certainly liked it. The reality of what it means, sexually, to have two mates at our beck and call was not lost on her horny ass. I pretty much expected her to behave like the bitch in heat she is. Besides, it’s not like she was ever super into it when I had sex with guys before Gunnar and Henrik. So, I wasn’t opposed to her idea that we run in wolf form to the cottage. Let them have some fun. I wanted to see what their wolves liked, and this was the perfect opportunity. Though, unlike watching Gunnar and Henrik strip to shift, I didn’t get to stand around to watch them transform and get a good look at their wolves. Viatrix was feeling playful, and so were our mates. When they lunged for me, I let her take control and lead them on a chase across the island. Viatrix and I aren’t familiar with the island, but Gunnar said we were to stay in Pine Loft, and that sign we’d stopped at to
While I’ve never had a reason to come to this island or be unmated in these cottages, that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been here. Not to have sex. Any time I’ve been on this island or in any of the cottages was when I was younger and assigned to cleaning duties as punishment for whatever Gunnar or I had done. Standard protocol was that if one had done something worthy of punishment, the other was punished. Something about us being peas in a pod, so it was likely the other helped but didn’t get caught. In rare cases, I could’ve argued that it wasn’t true. However, that was in rare cases. Generally speaking, the other wasn’t far behind if one did something. So, we never gripped about getting punished because the other got caught. So, given that I’ve had to clean these cottages, I knew why Cora chose Pine Loft to sequester the three of us. Beyond that, it was the furthest from the other two cottages, giving us plenty of space if anyone else needed the island; the bedroom was the l
Insatiable. It’s the only word to describe what being in heat feels like. I’ve always had a high sex drive, but this was unbelievable. I lost track of how many times we’ve fucked in the last six days we’ve been here. There wasn’t a surface in this cottage we hadn’t christened. I feel bad for who has to come in here and deep clean after we are done. We started in the hot tub on day one. That moved to sex on the sofa and one of the chairs in the living area. We decided to spare the other two when Gunnar and I broke that chair. I think after that, we had the first threesome in the cottage on the rug. At some point, I was carried upstairs to the bedroom. It was a lovely room, and Cora went above and beyond to ensure the space was ready for us. Thankfully, it was a big bed in the center of the open space room. When I say open, I mean a wall that acted as a headboard on one side and vanity space on the other, which was the only separation of the bedroom from the bathroom. Okay, so there w
It’s a good thing I’m a werewolf. I don’t think anyone who doesn’t have some supernatural regenerative ability could have kept up with a six-day fuckfest. A human male’s dick would be chaffed and probably would’ve needed little blue pills to keep it up for as many rounds as we went. I know during heat, it’s supposed to be a fuckfest. That doesn’t mean post heat our sex lives have to become boring. From what I know about Zoe, I can’t see our sex life taking too drastic of a dip post-heat. Sure, we’ll have responsibilities as Betas and pack stuff to do, but at the end of the day, she will climb into a bed with Henrik and me. So, I predict a healthy and sustained sex life for our future. Which was another thing. Sharing a bed. I haven’t shared a bed with Henrik since we got too big to share a crib. We’re twins and shared the womb, but we needed our own space. It took till we turned thirteen to convince our parents to give us separate bedrooms. And now? Now, we were going to have a lifet
Are you fucking kidding me?! I don’t know which is more insane. That Primo attacked me, that he attacked me because of his fucking Bisnonna, or that he’s not back in Madonie after the first incident. Did Katrina not let André know Primo needed to go home? Maybe Finn convinced my cousin to let him stay since he’s mated to a member of his extended family. Either way, this was bullshit. “What does that mean? Why would your Bisnonna be adamant about you coming after me? Are you saying you were sent here to kill me?” I asked. “Because if that’s the case, your Bisnonna sent you on a suicide mission.” I scoffed. “What’s a Bisnonna? And why would it want you dead? Why would anyone want you dead?” Gunnar asked. I sighed and looked at my mate. I can excuse him for not knowing that. Italian isn’t his native language. Plus, he’s adorable when he’s clueless. I patted his cheek gently. “Bisnonna is great-grandmother in Italian,” I explained. “I can’t think of any reason someone would want me de
It was one thing to be cool and happy for my cousins finding mates. It’s another when Ashley’s mate is a piece of trash that attacked my mate, and worse, he attacked her while on the mating island because Ashley was in heat. Like, what the fuck was wrong with that guy? What kind of control did his great-grandmother have to make him go after a female who was already marked while he had a mate in heat? It didn’t make any fucking sense to me. Zoe may have explained that his great-grandmother is a witch, but I don’t fucking care. Witchcraft be damned, you don’t go against the mate bond. I wanted to rip his head off then and there. I didn’t care that doing so would cause Ashley heartache. It’s better than a lifetime with a piece of trash like Primo. Yet, despite my misgivings about the scumbag, Ashley was in heat, and off they went with my mate’s approval. “For someone so badass and who can turn anything she looks at into stone, you’re very soft.” I sighed as we reached our cottage. “Per
We spent the final day of my heat pretty much the same way we’d spent all the others, wrapped up in each other. If I wasn’t a werewolf, I’m sure my pussy, ass, and jaw would all be too sore even to consider sex for possibly a month. Thankfully, I am a werewolf, so I recovered quickly. And other than when our wolves mated, we were responsible adults and used condoms. We ran out of condoms, so the last time we were intimate at the cottage, my pussy was in a cock time-out. We still had plenty of fun, and neither complained that the options were mouth or ass. My heat ended today, so it was back to shore for my mates and me. I have work to do. I may not yet be able to extract Primo from Ironfur for Ashley’s sake and to honor the Goddess’ will. So that gives me time to get everything ready. I need to catch up on everything I missed during my week-long fuckfest. I have a ton of missed calls and texts from Katrina, Tie, André, Zio Alec, Mama, and Regina I needed to deal with. I didn’t expect