Kayla falls to the side, nearly faceplanting on the bed after I pounded into her from beneath, causing her to have three orgasms before I allowed myself one. “Fucking hell!” I exclaim, wiping sweat from my face before I pull her into my arms. “I’ll wake up like that every fucking day. Won’t need any coffee to keep me awake.” The sweet melodious sound of her giggle fills my ear and I can’t help the sappy grin that covers my face. I’m so happy. I honestly haven’t been this happy in a long, long time. I mean, I’m obviously worried about Chris and finding Esteban. It’s just that Brandon and I haven’t felt complete since Charlie died. This feeling of being whole…it’s the best feeling ever. And the sex is fucking amazing. Speaking of which… The sparks of our matebond are marching up and down my body and the feeling of Kayla’s skin underneath my hands is starting to make my cock hard all over again. And I get a great idea. I pick her up bridal style and hurry down the hall.
Walking into that playroom, I am overwhelmed by the sheer number of things that my mates have. Things that I’ve only dreamed of using. Restraints, floggers, ropes, cuffs, collars, fuck machines, sex furniture out the wazoo. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! I feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. Brian and I had started this dominant/submissive relationship together. I liked being under his control, doing what he told me to do, and getting rewarded for being a good slave. In the bedroom, I did everything that he told me to. Nothing degrading, but my pleasure came from doing whatever pleased him and getting praised for it. Damn, that praise kink is real. I can almost get off faster by being told that I’m a good girl and how well I can do something than being stimulated. That’s something that Brandon and Zak figured out pretty damn quick. My mates. Damn those two really know how to lay some pipe. And boy do they have a lot of fucking pipe to lay. Brian a
4 days later… “Esteban, what is going on with you, hijo (son)? You’ve been moping around ever since you got home.” Mami’s right. All I’ve been able to think about is Chris. I miss her. Which is crazy, right? I mean, we basically had an extended one night stand. How do I miss someone I knew for 24 hours? But I do. I want to find her so badly. What the fuck is going on with me? “Hijo?” Mami propmpts. Shit! I took too long to answer. And I really don’t know what to say. I haven’t told her about my time with Chris. I mean, what kid tells their parent about their sexual exploits? Not this male. My mom doesn’t quite understand it. See, she’s human. Mami and Papi met when Papi went to Mexico for a semester abroad. The second that Papi saw her, he bought a house in Mexico and stayed for the long haul to convince Mami that she belonged with him. She, on the other hand, was three years younger than Papi, at 19 years old, and was dating someone else. Had been sin
1 week later… “Christine Loup, I know you’re not wearing a sports bra under a dress shirt. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Summer cries out the second that she walks into my office. Today is my first official meeting with the our area leadership, including the elders. I’m dressed in a knee-length, navy blue skirt that flares around my knees paired with a red dress shirt and red kitten heels. And yes, I have a sports bra on under my dress shirt. “I know it isn’t the most flattering, but it’s the only bra that fits. My boobs have gotten huge out of fucking nowhere. None of my bras fit. I’m spilling out everywhere. And what makes it worse is that they hurt. I’ve had to wear a sports bra to bed the past few nights,” I say. “They are looking rather voluptuous,” JoJo agrees. “Voluptuous? Shit, she could go swimming without a life jacket. She’s got built in floatation devices,” Fati exclaims loudly. I flip her the bird as Summer looks at me critically. “They ha
“H-h-how is that possible?” Chris asks, a tidal wave of emotion flowing from that one word. I ache for my friend, my sister-from-another-mister. The hits just keep on coming for her, like Selene has it out for her. I don’t even know how to comfort her. Dr. Hazel clears her throat. I’ve always liked the Artemis Area pack doctor. Not only did she deliver Jacob and every one of our friends, but she’s down to earth and easy to connect with. If anyone can help make sense of this, hopefully it will be her. “I may have an anwer to that. When did you last have sex with your mate?” she asks. Everyone in the Artemis Area knows about Chris’s situation. None of us really believes in keeping secrets from those we were literally created to protect. They know that Chris met and lost her mate before she even found out that he was her mate. This way, there’s an entire section out there looking for Esteban. Chris takes a beat to answer Dr. Hazel and that’s how I know how hard all of thi
2 weeks later… It’s the Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend and everyone is leaving to go back to the academy. Fati and JoJo left with their folks yesterday. They are driving back and dropping Kayla off at her place so that she can get everything packed up at her house and things moved over from her job. She’ll only be gone for five days, but the hang dog looks on my fathers’ faces was one of the funniest things that I have ever seen. Well…until they reminded me that I’m going to be feeling the same thing when Summer and Rowen leave today. I’ve been up for about 30 minutes, just basking in the feeling of these two wolves wrapped around me. We’ve been together for three weeks now, spending every day and every night together. I’ve fallen deeper in love with both of them and the way that we fit together, not just in bed but everywhere, is just so effortless and natural. It feels like it was meant to be. I shake my head, trying to remove that thought. I know that each of us has be
Wednesday… The doorbell rings and I call, “Come on in!” Dev and I are in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner. We all have dinner together at least once per week, typically on Mondays. However, since we all had just gotten home on Sunday evening, we elected to move it to Wednesday. In walk all of my males, Alexander, Jacob, and Rowen. “Mama, Pop, how you guys doing?” Jacob says immediately coming into the room and giving me a kiss on the cheek. Though I think he’s using that as an excuse to steal a carrot from the salad I’m making. “Hello, handsome. How’s life?” I ask, smacking his hand to get him out of the salad bowl. He gives me a cheeky grin as he pops the carrot in his mouth and walks over to Dev to give him a man hug. “Life is just like me,” he says as he hugs Dev. “Cool, calm, and looking good.” All of us groan and I watch Rowen smack his shoulder and Alexander roll his eyes before he gives me a huge hug. He wraps me up in a giant bear hug li
It’s Thursday night. Poker night with the boys. I love this tradition. It’s something that Hakeem, Gael, and I started when we got everything settled down with restructuring an entire continent’s government and building an entirely new city. We play more for bragging rights, but once my boys and some of the other’s around the academy started joining in regularly, we played for humiliation. The night’s big winner got to pass out some type of punishment to the losers. I’ve had to give training wearing a neon green dress, dye my hair hot pink which incidentally does transfer to your wolf, call every alpha in the continent over FaceTime with a full face of makeup, and given all the lunas in the area a lap dance. But I’ve also made Hakeem and Gael do anything that they wanted to Meredith without ever pleasuring themselves for an entire week, which was well worth any other punishment I may have ever gotten. Tonight, we have me, Hakeem, Gael, Nathan (Naomi’s son with Julian), an