Well the wolves had their fun.
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
“Why should she stay in your room instead of mine?” I questioned, as my argument with Henrik picked back up after Zoe left to handle her Beta business. “Because I have the better bathroom. Why should Zoe stay in yours?” Henrik countered, folding his arms. “I have the bigger room and bed,” I said, gesturing to my room, which was larger than his, and to my king-size bed. Henrik may have had the better-attached bathroom, but it was at the cost of the larger bedroom. And with the size of his bedroom, he could only fit a queen-size bed if he wanted any floor space. It was a trade-off. And a bigger bathroom wasn’t a good enough reason to make the three of us fit in his smaller bed and share a smaller space. It wasn’t logical. Unless he doesn’t plan for me to be there, too. “Wait… you aren’t trying to create a scenario where it’s just you and Zoe, and I’m stuck on this side of the wall, are you?” I voiced my concern. Henrik’s eyes went wide as he blinked at me. That question caught him
After I’d listened to all my voicemails and read all my missed texts and emails, I video-called Kat and Tie. Between Papa and Alpha Finn, they knew Primo was in isolation as he’d found his mate. They hadn’t tried to force the issue because no one is a big enough asshole to try and separate mates while the female was in heat. That would be some seriously cold-hearted shit, and I don’t mean to Primo. I mean to Ashley. Primo could suffer for all I care. He’s shown he’s a spineless bastard who has no regard for his mate’s physical and mental well-being if he would attack me like that while his mate was in heat. The most his attack on me proved is that his wolf is weak. No male wolf would have come after a marked female while his mate was in active heat. When Kat dropped the latest bombs, I wasn’t sure which was worse or more unbelievable. Vittore Tafani had been stalking Delilah and used his tech skills to ensure she and my brother remained separated these past two years. I remembered th
“Once upon a time long, long ago, at the dawn of werewolves, there was a werewolf called Petridis whom loyalty served and fought alongside Darkness and Light to protect their territory. It was thought Petridis was slain during the battle, but during a blue moon, he rose from the ashes of the fallen, his fur a glow in blue flames.” I began the story for the hundredth time since last year. I know what you’re thinking: what Disney kiddie version of the origins of Incubi did you walk into? You’re still in the right place. The birthday boy and girl have asked me to tell the blue moon story for their cousin Isaiah and Maverick. Why is Maverick here six years after his surprise visit for my and Henrik’s Beta ceremony? Because he’s basically in witness protection. His jackoff dad and psycho half-brother think he’s dead. Finn and Lorna took Maverick in, and when Desmond comes sniffing around, they send him to the various packs we Kilbourns live in to ensure Desmond and his bastard Cormac con
They say time flies when you’re having fun. I’ve had PLENTY of fun between the ages of eighteen and twenty-six, and let me tell you, those eight years did not fly by. So maybe that phrase should be more specific on the kind of fun it’s referring to because these last two years since I met my mates and gave birth to our twins feel like a blink. ‘Or maybe you were having the wrong kind of fun. Fucking around with those other males wasn’t fun. Fucking around with our mates…now THAT’S fun. Spending time without pups is also fun.’ Viatrix snorted. When I’d left home for that trip with Papa and Alexander, I’d hoped to find my mate. Gunnar and Henrik were nothing I expected or thought I’d ever want in a mate. They are arrogant, mouthy, and, at times, downright rude. But they also won’t take my shit. They call me out on my faults and love me not despite my faults but because of them. I didn’t realize what I always needed wasn’t my total opposite. “Iron sharpens iron, sweet pea.” Gunnar taun
It’s been seven months since our beta ceremony. We’d been doing all the tasks Kat assigned us leading up to our ceremony. It was her way of easing us into our roles. However, all bets were off after the ceremony. Kat piled more and more work on us. Thankfully, there were two of us, so we could handle it. I couldn’t be mad that she was giving us more work. It meant she trusted us, plus it took work off her plate as she closed in on her due date. By the time Kat had her surprise twins, we had taken a lot of duties off Kat’s plate. With Zoe and the other ranked members, we ensured the memorial festivities went off without a hitch. Of course, people asked where their Alpha and Luna were, and the pack was thrilled when Zoe addressed their absence in a speech announcing the birth of the twins. A month after Sal and Carletta were born, we moved into the five-bedroom, seven thousand-three hundred ninety-five square foot villa. We agreed to honor the Fayte family, so we didn’t want to make ma
Mama and Papa, of course, had already had their turn. Regina eagerly hugged us, happy that our children would be close in age. Ivan smiled and nodded with a firm handshake to Gunnar and Henrik. Next was my brother and Delilah. This was our first time in the same place with everything going on. Alexander hugged me and offered Gunnar his hand. “I haven’t formally introduced myself. Welcome to the family. I’m Alexander, and if you ever hurt or piss my sister off, I won’t provide medical assistance.” Alexander delivered his greeting with his serious face, confusing my mates as they shook his hand. “Are you fucking with us?” Gunnar asked. “Cause either way, if we piss Zoe off, we know the consequences, a stone timeout.” Henrik laughed. Delilah rolled her eyes and hugged me tightly, or as tight as someone with a belly as big as hers could. “I’m so happy for you, Zoe. You’ve found your mates, and now we all get to be truly family.” “Oh please, even if you were never my brother’s mate, we
There are a million ways tonight could have gone. Many things could have gone wrong, from meeting the extended Kilbourn family to telling Gunnar and Henrik about the pregnancy and their ceremony. At the airport, it went bad because Alfred was an asshole who needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. If Finn hadn’t gotten involved back at the packhouse, Alfred would have learned the hard way that there are worse things that can happen than being turned to stone. I’ll admit I was looking forward to seeing André, Zio Alec, or Mama put Alfred in his place. Sure, it was probably for the best that Finn did so. It still would’ve been far more entertaining if it was one of my family members. Alfred thought there was danger here when they landed, misguided fool. Any threat in Sicily would never be directed at the boy but at him for his stupidity. So, it would’ve been nice for him to learn that lesson. I thought that would be the end of it. Finn had commanded him not to speak unless in praise. Pr
Leave it to our dad to open his mouth and insert his foot so deep his toes are coming out of his ass. Are our suits our style? No. Are they something we’d pick for ourselves? No. Are they possibly just a bit too much? Maybe. Have we made a complaint about them beyond the fit? Hell fucking no. It doesn’t matter that André designed these suits to pair with Zoe’s gown. Knowing the designer is someone I don’t want to cross helps, but that’s not the point. We are in Nebrodi, and this is how things are done. Our suits are aligned with the styles of all the other ranked males. Dad should know better than to mock the customs of a foreign pack. He’s the one who told us always to be respectful while visiting another pack, as you never know who you could offend. And he’s just offended the wrong people. I wanted to see how he’d escape this if he could. The D’Amore family has yet to show they are the easily placated type. Even if he could somehow get out of trouble with some apologies and com
I knew Dad would say or do something to make Zoe angry. It was inevitable. Plus, I think she’s been itching to stone him since she first heard about his lack of involvement in our upbringing. So, it was never an if but a when that she’d stone him. While Lorna’s nephew's arrival with them was unexpected, there was no reason for his behavior. I don’t know what circumstances brought Maverick to Finn and Lorna’s doorstep, but there wasn’t a need to act like he was in danger here. It was disrespectful as fuck. It’s like he thought Nebrodi, Madonie, or Incubi would want to hurt the little kid. That was unacceptable, and he’s damn lucky Zoe was the only ranked member of the packs here. Dad and I may not see eye-to-eye on many things, but I don’t want to see him dead. And I’m about ninety percent sure that dead or at least hospitalized is what he’d be if he had pulled this shit and it was any of the D’Amores present. He should know better. Thankfully, we weren’t riding in the same car as Da
Watching Gunnar and Henrik interact with their nephews and nieces, despite the long separation, was a heartwarming sight. I had always known they were good with children, having witnessed their interactions with the heirs at Ironfur and here. But seeing them in this familial setting, I was certain they would be exceptional fathers. We had discussed the possibility of having children, but it was a different feeling to think about it as a near-future reality. I tried to hide my relief when they confessed they both hoped to be dads sooner rather than later. I managed to stop myself from touching my belly. I’d already been doing my best not to think about the positive pregnancy test I took this morning. Kat had been nagging me for a few days to take one and showed up in my office this morning when I was doing some last-minute work and had me take it. I haven’t been able to tell Gunnar and Henrik yet. I figured I’d wait till we got through to their family’s arrival. I wanted them to know
I knew the Petridis family learning about our talents would come out eventually. Just as I knew Henrik’s would instantly be accepted as Zoe and her parents are singers. There hadn’t been many occasions for me to show off my skills unless you count strip teases for Zoe or that happy dance the day after the family dinner when that hag Ersilia lost her head. Now that the bitch is dead, I was looking forward to things getting to a new normal. No more long days trying to track her down. The hunters, fuck it’s weird that hunters were on our side, were able to explain how Ersilia stayed hidden from being scented or magically tracked. Angels! Mother fucking ANGELS! I’d never seen one till I got a look at Bert. He was the only angel the hunters left alive for questioning. I don’t know if all angels smell the same, but Castor and I committed the scent to memory. I don’t understand why the angels were working with Ersilia and won’t till the hunters get Bert to crack, but if they were involved i