As Beckett left the room, a loud thud sounded behind me. Turning toward the noise, I can see that the sound came from Samael slamming his fist against the wall. What the fuck was going on with him? He never acted this way, and he seemed more upset with Beckett than he should have been. It seemed like not only was he being protective over Katrina but also over Luka too, but no, that couldn't be it. Samael barely knows Luka. He's had him as a teacher for a year, and I'm sure they've run into each other a time or two at events Samael's parents have hosted, but I didn't think they were friends. I made a mental note to inquire about that further when I next saw Luka. I needed to find out what was going on with my boys and how I could fix it before this shit storm that was brewing unraveled.
"Samael!" Katrina cried, pulling herself from Aphelion's arms, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She scolded him."Trying not to find Beckett and take my anger out on his fAs much as I wanted to track Beckett down and beat some sense into him, I had to respect Katrina's decision in letting him have some time. Hopefully, the fool came to his senses soon; we will need everyone to be on the same page if we will succeed in our plan of winning over the council. As I fly down to the underworld once again this weekend, I try to keep my thoughts away from Luka. I don't want to think of how angry it made me when Beckett mentioned Luka's name in disgust. I don't want to think of how my heart rate accelerated when Katrina mentioned lying in bed with Luka and how my thoughts strayed to me laying in bed with them, the three of us entangled in the sheets in nothing but our birthday suits, panting breathlessly after we'd taken pleasure from each other's bodies. I don't want to mention that even now, almost twelve hours later, I still thought about how his lips felt against me and how I hoped it wasn't just a one-time thing. I especially didn't want to tal
I am not too concerned about the Beckett-Katrina issue. I know that they'll resolve their issues on their own time. I hope their own time is soon, especially since my father has turned his interest toward our little mate. After Beckett left, Samael exploded, which is not like his nature. I'm not sure what happened in the underworld, but whatever's going on, hopefully, he can figure that out. Right now really isn't the time for us to be falling apart. As soon as I hastily retreat from our dormitory, leaving Katrina alone with Miles, I head toward Hermes' office to schedule our meeting with my father and his council. On the way there, I can't help but recall the events this weekend as I try to find any way possible to prolong this meeting even further. *******************Three Days Ago***************************As I walked through the golden gates of the sky kingdom, I grimaced at the sight of Hilda sitting on the throne in front of my mother He
"You don't have to go with me," I tell Samael for what feels like the millionth time today as I gather the last of the supplies needed for my trip to Tartarus. "Katrina would never forgive me if something happened to you down there," Samael replies gruffly, not taking his gaze away from a sphere he's supposedly entranced with. "Ah, Katrina," I replied, rolling my eyes as I zipped up my bag before throwing it on my shoulders. Samael is acting weird towards me today, I know I may have moved too quickly last night with him, but I couldn't help myself. I felt this magnetic force of attraction toward him. At that moment, I wanted him as much as I wanted Katrina. Fuck I still want the both of them, and in more intense ways than the vanilla shit, we did yesterday. I tried to make shit less awkward between us by joking with him about last night, but I may have gone a little too far with my joke, ya know, something about fucking my ass instead of Katrina's next time, but hey,
Headmaster Simmins bursts open the door to our dormitory, his chest heaving as he tries to gather his breath. I move Katrina off of me, setting her down gently beside me on the catch, before I stand up, crossing my hands over my chest. I don't like people coming in unannounced. "What's going on, Headmaster," I ask, angling my head to look past him and through the crack in the door, scanning to see if anyone was coming up behind him. Simmins hurries through the door and shuts it the rest of the way before turning the deadbolt and spelling the door with a silencing barrier. "I've just received word from one of my scouts that the BOUA is headed towards the campus now." He states breathlessly. Fuck, I had been worried the BOUA would get word of Katrina's existence, but I was hoping I had shut everything down at Hectate quickly enough that word wouldn't spread to them. "Do you know why they're coming?" I ask as I pace the floor, glancing over at Katrina, still per
My breathing was ragged, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like the weight I felt on my chest would suffocate me. With each hour that passed, it felt like the room was closing in on me, and I would never be able to leave this fallout shelter. My hands were covered in sweat as I nervously fiddled with them while pacing the floor."Kitten," Miles growled, "Can you stop that? You're going to give me anxiety just by watching you." Miles had tried to help calm my nerves earlier, but with the room getting smaller and smaller with each breath, it felt like I would suffocate, and I had to push him away from me. He told me it was okay and to stop apologizing for it, but it's hard not to feel guilty each time I picture the sad look of rejection on his face/ "Can't we just go outside for a little?" I ask, batting my big blue eyes at him. "Kitten, I've already told you how dangerous it could be for us out there." "If I don't leave this room now, I'll die from a panic attack," I re
The inner depths of Tartarus were not what I expected. From the stories I'd been told as a child, I'd always imagined Tartarus as a black abyss, an abyss so dark that even shadows couldn't be seen. I expected to smell the decay of rotten corpses and hear the whispers of the lost souls. But there was none of that here. Tartarus looked like a more twisted version of the underworld. The tones across the land were more of a muted gray, and whereas our rivers looked translucent in color, Tartarus rivers were a deep blood red, making the black sandy beaches look like they were leftover ashes from the destruction of the blood rivers waves. Luka walked silently ahead of me; he hadn't said anything since I'd let him know that Miles and Katrina were going into hiding. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me for denying the pull we were feeling toward each other or if his thoughts were elsewhere. I also didn't understand why I cared so much; I'd never felt this sort of pull or connection with anoth
The additional weight of Luka throws off my balance somewhat, and I find myself hovering at a weird angle above the lava, my arms are wrapped around Luka tightly, and the urge to wrap my blue flame around him to keep him bound to me runs through my mind. My blue flames would hurt him, but the lava below would surely kill him. "You need to distribute the extra weight evenly." Luka states, always the teacher, "We can line our bodies up evenly; my eyes staring into the depths of your soul through your eyes, our lips almost touching, our chest evenly matched against each other, our thighs gently caressing, our..." Dear Almighty Luka, please don't dare finish that sentence; I can feel myself beginning to harden; it's hard to concentrate with his warm breath against my neck and his lucid description of disturbing our weight."Luka moves his face from my neck, smiling at me for not continuing what he was about to save; my rapid breaths evident that he'd caused my body to react towards him.
As another feeling of pleasure runs through my body, I decide that I want to let down my walls and take what I want to Instead of stepping back, I step toward Luka and plant my lips on his His lips are softer than I imagine them being I can feel Luka smile against my lips. It sends a spark of warmth through me. Luka reaches up with his other hand, cupping my face and tilting my head opposite his; he wants to take control of the kiss, and I let him, knowing he has more experience in this than me.His tongue softly grazes my lips, asking to be let in, and I oblige him, parting my mouth, allowing him to enter. My tongue gently grazes against mine, swirling the tips together and caressing the inside of my mouth. His grip on my face increases as he tilts my head up, wanting further access to my mouth. He deepens the kiss, coxing my tongue into his mouth; when I enter, he curls his lips against me, sucking my tongue, causing me to let out a groan. I imagine his lips curled on a different pa
When Katrina walked out of the fitting room, I couldn't help but let my eyes travel over her leisurely, my pants tightening against me as I took in the sight. She was absolutely stunning. Somehow in the short amount of time she'd been in there, she'd managed to change her entire out, french braid her hair, and apply a few light touches of makeup. "Do you like?" She asks, spinning around in her heels, her sundress whipping up around her, flashing her tiny white lacy thong. This time I couldn't help but let out a growl as I stalked toward her. "Are you hungry?" I ask, towering over her. "I could eat." She replies breathlessly. It's the only answer I need as I pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walk us back into the fitting room. When the door shuts around us, my cock is already out of my pants, and her panties are pushed off to the side. I have her shoved up against the mirror, so I can use one hand to hold her up while my other hand reaches between he
We've reached the beach before Miles has had a chance to respond to my statement, and when he sets me down on the sand, I notice two things. First, my dress is completely dry and looks like I'd just put it on, making me love Cupid even more so than I did before. If I were looking to add another member to my group, he'd be my first choice. A girl needs a man who knows clothes in her life. Although Cupid seems like the free lover type, someone who can never be tied down, and my plate is already full with than men I have in my life. Speaking of men, Miles biting his lip and looking nervous is the second thing I notice. "What's wrong?" I ask nervously, instantly worrying he was keeping something else from me. "We sometimes forget that you weren't born into the Divine World." Miles states, piquing my interest even more, "While having sex with all of us created a bond, it wasn't a binding bond." He states, shifting from one foot to another. "But you said that first night that if I had se
The view is absolutely stunning as I walk out onto the deck following the Cunt-A-Saurus... I mean our hostess to our gazebo, a fucking gazebo, not just some outdoor table, and chairs, but a whole ass gazebo to ourselves. As the hostess side-eyes me some more before she walks away, I can't help but wonder if she's one of the sluts Miles used to fuck. And the term slut isn't something I'd use against any woman who has sex. It's only a term I use toward women who can't seem to realize that the man she's oggling is MATED and that his mate is the other woman she's being snarky with. Otherwise, it's a term of endearment, a word that the female community took back and made our own. I want to confront miss skanky about it, but I don't want to ruin this date, so instead, I shoot her daggers as she walks away, hoping she can feel my laser beams on her back. Miles looks at me like he's expecting me to say something about the hostess's behavior, but as soon as she walks away, I let all my aggres
"And don't think that just because I like Cupid, you're out of trouble, mister," I tell Miles, my head leaning against his muscular arm, proving that my words are just words."I wouldn't dare think that, Kitten," Miles replies, kissing the top of my head as he attaches the pamphlet to the small clipboard and takes the top of the pen."What's that even for?" I ask, pointing toward the paper, trying not to slur my words as I do so.Maybe I should've slowed down on the champagne. My face is already flushed, and the top of my nose feels like it's burning. But it tasted soo good. I don't normally like champagne, but this must be a special variety made by Cupid or one of the other magical...divine...whatever you want to call them beings. The champagne tasted like a marshmallow-coated strawberry dipped in chocolate, and it was so smooth it went down my throat like water. I'd already had two glasses in less than half an hour, and Miles had already poured me another. As tempted as I was to dri
"Is this your house?" Katrina asks as we drive up a long winding driveway."No," I reply, still not giving her any information on what we are doing today, "Are you still not talking to me?" I ask with a smile on my face as I recall her stomping through the garage after me."As much as I don't want to talk to you right now, I figured it would be hard not to since we are on a date, after all." She responds haughtily, arms crossed as she glares back out the window."Remember, Kitten; you're the one who started it," I reply, smirking over at her, drawing her attention to me once more."How so? Your filthy mouth got us into that predicament in the first place." She questions, glaring over at me, which only causes me to smile more.My cheeks are already hurting from how much I've smiled today. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. It's been nice having my mate to myself, even if it has been only an hour so far. I need to make sure I schedule a monthly time slot for time alone with Katri
"What do you mean I can't wear this?" I ask, gesturing to my stretchy ensemble. "You picked it out for me.""The shorts barely cover your ass, babe, and your tits are barely contained in that top." Miles replies, "You in that outfit, it does things to me. Instead of taking you out on our date, I'm going to drag your ass to my room caveman-style and claim your body as mine over and over again."There goes my traitorous cunt weeping once again for his cock."And what would you like me to wear, Hurricane?" I ask, dropping my new nickname for him."Hurricane?" Samael questions."Isn't she the one named after a Hurricane?" Aphelion asks."What the hell type of nickname is that?" Beckett chimes in.I can hear Luka chuckling in the background and it gives me hope that at least one of my mates gets my reference."Just don't ask." Miles replies exasperatedly to his cousins, before he turns toward his room, quickly returning with one of his shorts and a pair of sweats, shoving them into my hand
When Miles woke me this morning, I felt rejuvenated. Last night had been eye-opening. My body was still sore this morning from the pounding it had taken last night, and my clit was throbbing, but this is the first time since coming to power that I've felt like I am in control of my body. I'm no longer afraid that I'm a ticking time bomb. My men and anyone else I'll come in contact with will be safe...at least from my demonic side. My angelic side is still unknown to me, but I've only been afraid of my Divine Light, and I have that under control now as well."Kitten," Miles called soothingly, whispering gently in my ear as he rubbed my back, "It's time to get up.""What time is it?" I ask as I roll of my stomach, tossing Beckett's arm off me in the process, which causes him to groan before he covers his head with the pillow."Early," Miles replies, taking my hand and pulling me the rest of the way out of bed."What's on the agenda today?" I ask, stretching my arms over my head and twis
Letting Katrina take the dominating lead is tough, to say the least. It goes entirely against my Alpha personality. Miles struggled a little at first, too, giving Katrina the reins, but he doesn't seem to mind since he isn't the one getting punished. Fuck. That little minx. I should've expected her to retaliate as soon as possible. I just didn't think I would be the only one punished. And using edging as a punishment until she learned control wasn't even fucking my idea. Miles came up with that idea all on his own. Fucking fucker. Although I can't say I didn't enjoy it, which is probably why I'm the only one being punished. And so I retreat to my chair, discarding my clothes before I do so. Even if I can't get off with my mate, I can still get myself off watching her get fucked. Voyeurism is another one of my many kinks. "Beckett," Katrina calls, her voice overly sweet, and I know whatever she's going to say will be anything but, "No cumming until I tell you to." She pauses for a min
"You'll get to as soon as you get her under control, Kitten," I reply, standing up from my chair and walking over to her, towering above her. "This cock," I grab ahold of myself, "will be yours to do with as you please. It's not cumming until you do." "Miles," She pleads, looking up at me, "I can't. She's too strong." "Baby," Samael speaks up, tearing his lips from Luka's cock to look at his other mate, "She's a part of you. If she's too strong, it's because you made her that way." "Imagine your succubus," Luka states, looking almost as miserable as Katrina, making me wonder if Samael has been giving Luka a lesson in edging as well, "Once you have her pictured in your mind, imagine that you're trapping her, whether that be a box covered in chains or a prison cell. Once she's thoroughly locked up, imagine her confinement shrinking into the tiniest of pebbles, and then picture that pebble being swept away by the ocean's current." "I feel like I'm on fire." Katrina whispers, her eyes