Zoe you're such a tease.
Was it mean of me to tease Henrik like that? Probably. Do I regret it? Never. I love that I can easily get a rise out of him. Plus, it was entertaining as hell to watch and feel him try to stay in control and not pop wood. I hoped he and Gunnar figured out sleeping arrangements because I meant it when I said I’d make it up to Henrik later. Once I’m done with what I need to do here, I’m going to suggest a location change to fuck both their brains out. I was antsy to finish this meeting, and it was all my fault. I may not be in my heat, but that doesn’t mean I stopped being a horny person. I was always someone with a high libido, so no surprise there. Plus, have you seen my mates? If there is a day where I don’t want to fuck them get me to a medical facility stat. “So, if you don’t feel comfortable with Papa solo traveling to bring Primo and Livia back to Sicily, what is your recommendation?” I asked, putting the decision on Tie and Kat. “It pains me to suggest this, but one name that
Should I feel guilty that I want one-on-one time with Zoe? I don’t know. I know I don’t feel guilty. I won’t feel guilty for wanting to be seen and treated as an individual, especially by my mate. It might make me a bad mate and brother, but it’s how I feel. I cannot help my feelings and won’t let anyone tell me I can’t or shouldn’t feel a certain way. I knew Gunnar understood. He may not like it, but he understands it. He may not admit it, but he feels the same way. The only outlier in this is Zoe. Our bond gives me insight into her thoughts and feelings, but that doesn’t mean I can predict how she’ll take everything I said. So, I braced myself for a lecture. “You’re right.” Zoe sighed. I blinked. I expected a lecture not to be told I was right. It’s not often I’m told I’m right, least of all by a woman. Having grown up with five sisters, being right was not an option. I had hoped it would be different with my mate. She’s my soulmate, my other half, so if anyone should understand m
I know we’d just had this very rational and adult conversation about having one-on-one time to strengthen our bonds, but when Gunnar said he would talk with Finn when I suggested moving to the bedroom, it left me feeling weird. I guess I hadn’t expected it to mean right this minute. I couldn’t let it throw me off balance too much. I didn’t want Henrik to feel I was backtracking on our conversation or wanted Gunnar more. Because that was far from the truth. My desire for Henrik is equal to my passion for Gunnar. I can’t and won’t put one mate above the other. So, I didn’t dwell on that feeling like a piece of me was missing, and I focused on Henrik. He deserves my attention. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave myself over to our bond and how his touch affected me. I gasped into our kiss as I was suddenly off the ground with Henrik’s hands gripping my ass. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, well to the bed they could. I’m not that leggy. I didn’t pay any attention to how
Walking away when Zoe wanted to take us upstairs to fuck was the hardest, and I don’t mean that as a pun, thing I’ve done to date. I cannot express in words how badly I wanted to go upstairs with Zoe and fuck her brains out. Granted, I always want to fuck her brains out. My mate is hot as fuck. I managed to keep my composure despite the feeling I was missing out on something and knew it meant they were at least kissing. I mean, it’s better than feeling the pain of being cheated, but it sucks to feel like I’m being left out. I can suck it up and handle business while they have some afternoon delight. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I went to Finn’s office. “Gunnar? What are you doing here?” Finn arched his brow as I let myself into his office. “I did knock.” I pointed at the door, pretty sure I knocked. “Yes, you did.” Finn nodded, still perplexed. “Everything all right?” He asked, leaning slightly as if to try and look past me. I furrowed my brow and looked ove
As enjoyable as post-orgasm cuddling with Henrik is, I knew it couldn’t last forever. Beyond the fact that it’s too early to stay in bed, Henrik isn’t my only mate. I can’t be neglectful of Gunnar. I didn’t want to disturb Henrik, so I tried to extract myself from his arms carefully. That didn’t work the way I’d planned. “Where do you think you’re going?”Henrik asked as his arm tightened around me, pressing me closer to his naked body. I managed to stifle a moan as his cock pressed against my ass. All this skin-to-skin contact was dizzying. Is this where the phrase love drunk comes from? As a werewolf, I’ve never really been drunk; it would take way too much alcohol ingested in a short time to get drunk, so I don’t have a comparison. However, I feel that the mate bond, especially the physical contact, has that same effect. Releasing those endorphins. ‘Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t neglect Gunnar?’ Viatrix reminded me. “I’m going to go find Gunnar. Besides, we can’t just stay in
Sparring with Finn was at least doing its job of distracting me from what I was missing out on back at the house. And like every time we brothers sparred at the training facility, we drew a crowd. Of course, the crowd would have been generally bigger if Finn had been involved because everyone wanted to watch their alpha sparring. Sparring was the great equalizer for us brothers. Our combat training was the only area in which our dad didn’t play favorites. He expected Henrik and me to be among the strongest of Ironfur’s warriors. And he expected Finn to be able to beat us in a fight, and if he couldn’t, Finn had to train harder to prove he couldn’t be so easily defeated by his little brothers or someday usurped if Henrik or I wanted to challenge for the title. Yeah, I know, that last part is totally fucked. You’d question why our dad would even think Henrik or I would want to overthrow the line of succession. It’s not generally done, but according to Finn, it happened in other packs a
Viatrix stopped when Castor did. Thankfully, she had the sense to grab our clothes before we left. Viatrix sat and looked up into the tree at the ivy and moss-covered structure. It was a decent size for a treehouse but looked old and possibly unsafe. Viatrix cocked her head as Caster shifted back to Gunnar, watching him stride confidently while naked to pull a rope. The ladder that descended at least looked in better condition than the structure. It didn’t make me feel any safer about going inside. This place was somewhere important to Gunnar. I’ll give it and him the benefit of the doubt. Viatrix took a back seat as I shifted. Somewhere no female has gone before? Well, he’s not making a sexual innuendo. Gunnar was no virgin when we met. Knowing that he hadn’t brought any other females out here did make me feel special, even if I was concerned by the structural integrity of the treehouse. “We should probably put our clothes back on,” I said, tossing his clothes at him. “Why?” He as
The last four days had been a bit of a blur as we waited for Ashley and Livia to get through their heats and for the jet the Sicilian packs were going to send for prisoners… persons of interest fuck if I know what to call it… transport. Zoe, Gunnar, and I have fallen into something of a routine. Luna Katrina emailed Gunnar and me an EIGHT-HUNDRED-page document covering our Beta responsibilities and the Nebrodi traditions for our Beta ceremony. So, our routine has been to spend our days studying. Zoe is a fast reader and has memorized her beta binder, which is great for her. She’s also been doing Nebrodi Beta for years. Gunnar and me, not so much. We are both slow readers. All our teachers from school will testify we were easily distracted and struggled to sit still. We were also C+ students at best. So, reading, let alone retaining all of this, is slow going. We’ve focused mostly on the traditions and the ceremony since we don’t want to fuck that up. When we aren’t studying, we alte