As I walk out of Luka's , Aphelion is leaning against the wall waiting for me, a look of annoyance on his face. "What's up?" I ask as I walk up to him. "My father wants to meet you this weekend." He replies gruffly as he takes my hand and starts heading toward my next . "Wait, what? Why now when he was perfectly fine before waiting until the council meeting?" I ask, quickening my steps to keep up with Aphelion, who was quite literally dragging me across the academy."Before today, you were a nobody. But now, you've managed to defeat Thor's daughter and create an impenetrable shield that can morph constantly." "Aphelion!" I shout as I trip over my foot. "Please slow down!" "Sorry, Princess." He mumbles, glancing down at me, "I'm just worried; whenever my father takes an interest in something, it always ends badly.""It's okay, Sparky; we will figure something out. How does dear old Zeus know about my shield already?" "Dade called his father as soon as your shield morphed for Luka
"Nice of you two to finally show up," I state, acknowledging Samael and Beckett as they take their seats opposite Katrina. "You could have a least cleaned up first." Aphelion replies, looking up from his vegetables that he's been aggressively stabbing for an hour and taking in the haggard appearance. Instead of looking at my cousins, I watch my beautiful mate's eyes take in the appearance of her other lovers. I watch as she slowly studies them, glancing from top to bottom, checking for any signs that they've been harmed. I listen to her breath quicken and become captivated by the sight of her tongue licking across her lips while she leisurely looks over their toned muscles; their shirts are soaked and cling tightly to them, leaving nothing to the imagination."Do you like what you, Kitten?" I whisper, watching as her cheeks flush a delicate red. Katrina clears her throat while simultaneously elbowing me in the gut, causing me to groan, turning the trios attention to us. "Aphelion'
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Samael asks, his voice bellowing once we enter our quarters. "I'm gone for a day, and all of a sudden, Zeus ups the time he wants to meet Katrina?" "You know you must attend the remedial training this weekend, right?" Luka asks, looking directly at me, his teacher persona currently showing, not that of my mate. "SERIOUSLY, Aphelion." Miles shouts, "You didn't think the fact your father wanted to meet Katrina was something we should know immediately." Aphelion's eyes flashed lightning as Miles pushed him up against the wall. "I'm sure there's crucial information you've kept from us today." He seethed, pushing back at Miles, "Or is there some other reason the media is reporting you've been out looking at engagement rings?" "Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere." Beckett states, his voice as calming as the ocean waves, "What we need to discuss in the Etir and its growth." No one seemed to hear Beckett. My mates continued to argue amongst each other, their
Once Beckett can tell I'm fully seated and comfortable on top of Miles, he pulls himself from my dripping wet cunt. My core squeezes with need as I watch his fingers drip with my juices. "Suck." He demands as he lifts his fingers to my mouth and pushes them in, demanding entrance. "Lick them clean like the good little whore you are." I suck and lick his fingers, the pungent taste of my desire now on my tongue, as I imagine his fingers are his cock instead. Beckett abruptly pulls his fingers from my mouth, causing a loud popping noise, before he squeezes my jaw. "I bet you were imaging my fingers were my cock instead, weren't you, you little slut." Beckett growls. Gine was my sweet nerdy mate who calls me darling, and now standing in his place was my sexy dominant master. "Yes, sir," I whine as Miles thrusts deeper into me while Beckett squeezes my nipples firmly, his patience running thin at my delay in answering him."Beg me for it, and perhaps I'll force feed it to you," Beckett
Katrina looked rough and not like an I just got thoroughly fucked by four men while watching my other boyfriend fuck one of them; wow, that was amazing, and I cannot wait to do it again. But that's beside the point. Something was wrong with my mate, and I needed to concentrate on that. I can focus on the amazing sex later. "What's wrong, kit-kat?" I ask Katrina, looking into her eyes, waiting for her to respond. "I..I... I'm not sure." She stammers. "It's weird. I feel like a major part of me is missing, but I'm not sure what it is." "Do you mind?" I ask, raising my now glowing hand to her chest. "What's going on?" A concerned Beckett asks, extracting himself from the tangle of human limbs, pushing his brown curly hair from his face. His after-sex face is adorable; too bad he is very against exploring. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can I only focus on pleasure? My mate needs me, and I can't seem to concentrate on anything but how good it would feel to fuck something, anythi
My heart is racing uncontrollably. I'm sure the men are discussing recent events in the living room. I should go out there and join them, seeing as how these events involve me, but instead, I'm wearing my carpet in my room thin with my back-and-forth pacing. As soon as I walked into my room, what was missing hit me. The magic. The one that was kept under lock and key. It's been unlocked, and it isn't there anymore. It's roaming free, and I can't tell where it is or what it is. A part of me is relieved that I no longer have to be tempted by the forbidden magic, but that's only a small fragment. The rest of me is anxious. There's already so much of myself I don't know about; adding something else to the mix is just too much. I brace myself against my vanity, staring into the reflection of my eyes as I try to calm my racing heart, forcing myself to concentrate on breathing, inhaling slowly through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. I do this repeatedly until my heartbeat slows back
No, my parents couldn't be, could they? “I highly doubt it's Lilith or Michael. They went to the ends of the earth to keep Katrina safe and hide her from their enemies. They wouldn't create utter chaos now that she's returned.” Miles states as Samael strokes the backside of my hand, offering me some semblance of comfort.“And we don't even know if they're still alive. Katrina said they had enemies that were after them. What if whoever they were running from was the person who created the Etir?” Beckett asks. My parents aren't dead. I would know if they were. At least, I hoped so.“We will have to look into their history without causing suspicion,” Miles states, stroking his chin with his thumb and forefinger as he thinks. “Samael and Luka, you can look into Lilith’s disappearance. The people and demons of the underworld won't think twice about the princes of darkness inquiring about a missing demon’s whereabouts. And Aphelion, you can look into Michael’s history and time spent befor
“You guys look miserable. Is not sleeping with me really that terrible?” I ask as I take in the rough state of my mates. They look drained. “I slept just fine.” Beckett replies, “ I just feel weak like my muscles hurt, and I couldn’t command the water for the shower. I had to get up and physically turn the water on.” “Oh, poor baby.” I teased, even though I was a little concerned. “Weird,” Miles states, rubbing the back of his head. “I was rearranging my room; that way, there’s more room for extracurricular activities,” he states, staring directly at me, before turning his attention back to Beckett, “But I didn’t even have the strength to move my bed.” Now that’s unbelievable. Miles is the strongest of my mates; his muscles are nearly double the size of Aphelion’s, whose biceps are slightly larger than average. “Yeah. Samael and I were discussing how weak we felt this morning. It took everything out of me to roll out of bed. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through an entire
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