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
I rush out of our shared quarters, not wanting to say something out of anger and hurt Katrina's feelings even more than I already have. As I storm down the stairs, I find myself angry at Katrina for not caring enough to talk to me before completing the mating bond with Luka, after I asked her not to, but also angry at myself.If what Miles said was true and Luka was the heir to the Kingdom of Tartarus, and what Samael found out about Katrina's bond with Luka, it would make sense that he was her mate. I wanted to turn around and apologize for my burst of anger, but I was too ashamed of my behavior toward my mate. I know my anger toward Katrina is slightly misplaced. I do understand the pull of the mate bond and how hard it is to control, but I also know that I've been wanting to mate with Katrina since I first glanced at her, and I've been holding myself back, waiting for her to accept me as her mate, not wanting to force a connection on her. It feels like Katrina doesn't have the sam
"Beckett, my boy, rumor has it that you've found your mate." My father called to me as I walked into the throne room. "Rumor would be right," I replied, acknowledging my father before looking around to see if my mother was anywhere in sight, but of course, she wasn't; she was more than likely out shopping with the twins. My mother couldn't stand being around my father and usually avoided him. My parents were not a love match but a match of convenience instead. When Lilith killed Parenthenope, Poseidon swore never to let something so frail as love get in his way again. According to legends, my father was never the same. The day Parenthenope died, my father brewed a storm in the ocean, one so strong that it caused an iceberg to appear out of nowhere in what the humans named the North Atlantic Ocean, causing the unsinkable ship, the Titanic to sink. It was chaos like no one had seen before. The sirens who mourned their beloved Parenthenope's death wouldn't help the sinking ship; they
Waking up with Samael cradled in my arms was one of the best feelings imaginable. I stared down at him, watching his nose crinkle with each breath and how his lips were slightly parted. I hadn't pegged him for a mouth breather, but he sure was a cute one, even with his gentle snoring. I was utterly smitten with him. Last night had been beautiful. I didn't regret a single decision I had made, and I hope in the light of day, Samael won't regret anything either. "I can feel you staring at me," Samael grumbled as he nuzzled his face further into my chest."You are cute when you're asleep," I reply, causing him to grumble as he sits up, pushing himself off me. "I am not cute." He growls. "Katrina is cute." I chuckle at his ridiculousness. He doesn't seem shy about last night, but he also wants to establish that he's not a bottom. That is completely fine with me. No one ever said two Alphas couldn't enjoy their time together. I was already looking forward to our future fights for dominanc
SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. Why did I just say that? Why did I go and open my big mouth? I didn't want to tell him the news this way. I didn't just want to spring it on him. "I'll let whatever is happening here slide, but whatever's going on, just know that when this is all over, we will revisit whatever this is," Luka responds, looking at me inquisitively, before turning and heading toward the opposite side of the house, "Let's get going." "Uhh... aren't you going the wrong way?" I ask, thankful Luka let the conversation drop for now. "Samael?" Luka asks, turning his head and raising an eyebrow at me, "Do you ever just do as you are told?" "Never," I replied cockily, "I am an heir, and it's not like my parents were around much to tell me what to do." "Hmm, looks like I'll have to teach you to do as your told then," Luka replies with a wicked gleam in his eye and a smug look before turning around and continuing to head toward the back of the house. Fuck. It really did something to me whene
"Luka!" Samael's voice rings through the smokescreen, and my heart slowly starts to calm. He's okay; the Cyclopses didn't harm him during their initial attack. I picked myself up from the rock; the blast had flung me on, and I grimaced at the pain running down my body. I knew I'd hit the rock wall hard, but I didn't think it'd been hard enough to leave any lasting damage. I move my hand slowly over my back and ribs; there are a few tender spots, but nothing's broken. I'll ache for a bit, but my body will heal quickly. I want to yell back to Samael and reassure him that I'm okay, but I don't want to draw the attention of the Cyclopses to me. I need them to be fully focused on Samael. My only strength against our enemy would be the element of surprise. They'd only sensed Samael's magical presence. My aura smelled similar to Tartarus's, while Samael's smelt like the underworld. His magical signature showed he was an oddity in these parts, and it's what attracted the supernatural beings
Traveling to the Bermuda Triangle is harder than traveling from the academy to home. There was a lot of rough water that I had to cross through. The waves resisted my command. If I had my father's trident, I could command the waves. I could create stronger currents to carry me from one place to another. My Poseidon's Trident was a gift descended from Jehovah himself. Jehovah had first crafted the Trident for Moses, allowing him enough power to part the Red Sea. Once Moses had gotten his people to safety, Jehovah took the trident back and kept it as a gift, gifting it to his second grandson, Posideon, thus giving him an affinity for water. My father and his Trident have been inseparable since that day. Triton has one like it. My father had Hephaestus craft a similar trident for my older brother, Triton, the first merman. Triton's trident only gave him the capability of using his divine water gift, but Triton's powers were still on the weaker side of things. Ever heard of the East Aust
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