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Esteban and I finally make it out of bed around noon and I quickly text my dads that I need a bit more time to recover before I start the drive back to the pack. They immediately text me back saying that they don’t want me on the road too late and that they will send their private jet to pick me up. It’ll be here around 7 so that I have plenty of time to sleep and hydrate. I love my dads so much. They want me home, but they understand what it is to be a young wolf, remembering what they were like themselves. They don’t hold anything that we do against us unless it hurts others, the pack, or could potentially really hurt us. Everything is done with love, understanding, and patience. They love their teachable moments and it has made Jared and I some of the most sought out wolves for helping solve arguments, make compromises, and negotiate deals. It’s something that we’ve inherited that from Papa, who’s Goddess gift is for negotiation. So, Esteban and I decide to spend the day
Jared is fucking insatiable. He’s fucked me in his bed at least three times, on the couch, against the wall, and tackled me to the floor when I came out of the bathroom. We’ve finally made it to the shower and the look in his eye is telling me where his thoughts are headed. His hands are soaping my chest and starting to circle around my nipples. I moan at the feeling, though I don’t know that I’ll be able to stand if he fucks me again. “Jar, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it if you fuck me again. My ass needs a break.” I whimper. “Then fuck me,” he moans against my skin, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. That is my weak spot and one that Jared found quickly and exploited to his benefit. I love having my nipples played with. Twisted, pinched, flicked, bitten, or sucked, it doesn’t matter. Anything will almost instantly get me hard. Which is definitely the case now. I suck in a breath, lust clouding my vision. But uncertainty creeps into my voice.
It’s getting closer to the time that we have to leave and I’m not sure how to handle it. How can you get this attached to someone in less than 24 hours? How can you yearn for someone who knows so little about your actual day to day life, but you feel like they know you better than anyone? How do you leave behind the person that you feel this kind of deep connection with? Because I’m struggling with it. Hard. There have been so many times over the last few hours that I want to say, “Fuck it!” and tell him exactly who I am. To have him come home and stay there with me, build a life with me. Because I can see it so clearly. I can see the happiness that we could give each other. But that isn’t fair. To so many people that isn’t fair. Esteban turns 21 in a few days and still hasn’t found his mate. What if she’s out there, just waiting for him? What if my mate is waiting for me back home? That’s three other people that would be unfairly affected by my choice to selfishly k
I had lost JoJo and Chris soon after getting onto the dance floor, Fati and I getting on the stage and dancing with two males. They were pretty hot and could dance their asses off. Fati had quickly reeled in her dance partner, wrapping him around her pinky finger with just a look and biting her bottom lip. After about five songs, she and the male drift off into a dark corner to do Goddess knows what. The male I was with was a bit handsy. At first, it wasn’t a big deal. He had his hands on my waist and running up and down my arms. It actually felt really good. He pressed in close to me, his entire body moving along to the beat with mine. Then his hands moved around my waist and up my stomach until they landed just under my breasts. He ran his nose over the pulse point in my neck to my marking spot and back. His nose was soon replaced by his mouth and I was putty in his hands. “That’s right, baby. You want me to make you feel good?” he says in my ear, his breath fanning my
Staring at my face in the mirror, I carefully run the straight-edge razor along my jawline, scraping off the last of the beard that I have there. I’d been growing it out for the past few months and enjoyed the fuller, more rugged look that it gave to my face. Brandon also seemed to enjoy the feeling of the hairs running along his skin whenever I kissed him or…did other things. However, this morning I found two gray hairs in it and it has to go. I wouldn’t normally say that I was vain, but Goddess, I'm only 42 years old. Surely that’s too young to have gray hairs! Devin, who’s here for the ceremony, laughed his ass off about it and has teased me mercilessly about it all day. So it’s coming off before Chris and her friends get here. Of course, we know Fati and JoJo, being extremely close friends with their parents, Gael, Meredith, and Hakeem. And Summer has spent time with us throughout her entire life, Chris and Jared spending time with her and her mother as well. Charlie di
I had never thought that a scent would enchant me the way that Charlie’s did and Zack’s continues to. When I had the two of them with me, all I had wanted to do was wrap myself in their scents, rubbing it all over me, and carry their smell with me wherever I went. I know that we had told Chris that we would willingly go to the second-chance mate ball. I had even opened my mind to the idea of having another female mate. Don’t get me wrong, I love Zak, more than anything in this world other than our pups. But both Zak and I have worked out to the point that there is no softness between us. Just hard, chiseled muscle. It makes Zak a very drool worthy mate and he and I have amazing sex still to this day, especially in the playroom. But there is something to be said for a softer body against yours. To have tits to bury your face in. A soft ass to cup. The softer skin gliding along yours. Even if the she-wolf is toned and athletic like Charlie was, there are just certain parts
I knew, I just knew the second that I saw Zak, Brandon, and Kayla react to each other exactly what was going to happen. Brian and Charlie had told us. They had given Arya and I letters just for this occasion. We’ve got to calm them down and let them know that it’s ok for them to move on. That they have their first mates’ blessings and that Brian and Charlie are ok and happy where they are. I quickly mindlink Alexander. I need you to get the letters from Summer’s dad and Auntie Charlie from our suitcases. We have them in the front flap of the big one your mother insists on bringing. Pop, I’m a little busy at the moment. Alexander mindlinks me back and he sounds a bit out of breath. I quickly give him the images of what is happening right now in the packhouse foyer. Shit, I’ll be right there. Alexander cuts the link. I turn to Arya. “Let’s go.” She nods and the two of us head towards our friends. After we had met Brian in Selene’s realm, the two of us made it a poi
When we look up from holding each other, I see that both Brandon and I are crying at our beloved Charlie’s words. Devin holds out the letter to us and I take it from him. Charlie’s words, saying that she died for our happiness, hit hard. Because she knew that Summer would be important in Chris’s and Jared’s lives. And it isn’t hard to know what Summer is going to be to Jared. His mate. At least one of them if he has more than one. But to know that Summer also led us to Kayla, our second-chance mate, and that Charlie knew that was going to happen and still did what she did tells me that our mate was one of a kind. She put our children’s happiness, our happiness above her own. The other thing that she said about Kayla and Summer being needed for the challenges that are ahead also gives us pause. What challenges ahead? What’s coming down the pike that we couldn’t fight against with Charlie? I mean, her fucking forcefield, plus her battle strategy abilities and fighting skil
I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been here. Loviatar, the scary ass bitch, has us tucked away in between words. We can interact with objects in the real world, but are more wraiths than anything. It has the benefit of not being hungry, tired, or thirsty, but it’s a rather lonely existence. The only time since Loviatar has ‘saved’ us that we’ve had interaction from the outside world is when Nyx contacted me through the coin. Her words still haunt me. “I was the one that set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one that killed all the witches that you left behind.” “We’re coming for you.” “I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”I have no idea where I went wrong with her. I treated her the exact way that my mother treated me and her mother treated her. It inspired unending devotion and a need to please in both me and my mother. I had no idea how much Nyx hated me. She always showed such deference. Like she revered me, as she should.
I’ve been hanging out with some of the acolytes from the Crone, Maiden, and Mother covens since we came Arcadia. It’s been great to be around all of these witches again. I’ve missed the sisterhood that comes with it. Many of the witches were weary about interacting with me. But after calls from Nora, Citra, and Bella, they relaxed. With their leaders believing me, they were willing to give me a chance. Though my powers are far and above the acolytes, they are the closest to my age and I’d rather find some friends than a magical peer. Not that’d I would have find one anyway. When I told Kayla that my powers are far above behind and beyond any other witch’s, I was telling the truth. The unfortunate part is that I don’t have a lot of the same experiences as they do. Being stuck in underground tunnels with old hags my whole life and very little interaction with the outside world, I don’t have a lot in common with them. My accent and the fact that I’m still seen as a Riding H
“So, what are we thinking?” Roman asks the second that he sits down. “About what, Roman? There’s a lot of stuff we have to go through,” Zak says amused. “Geez, man. At least wait until we all sit down. I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” Erick grouses. He and Roman are close enough to be brothers, so they give each other shit all the time. “Shit. I have no idea how Justine puts up with your impatience. I’d have you bound and gagged before coffee every morning.” Waggling his eyebrows at his best friend, Roman says, “How do you know she doesn’t?” Justine comes over and smacks Roman on the back of the head. “What did I tell you about telling secrets outside of the bedroom.” Erick glares at him. “TMI, dude. Too fucking much TMI.” I can’t help but laugh at them. They remind me of how Charlie, Zak, Brandon, and I used to be with each other. Zak, Brandon, and I are still like that, but I do miss Charlie’s part in it. My childhood best friend. Even though I get to see h
Alexander and Jared ask to talk to me in the alpha suite after the ceremony is finished. I wait until the party is over and allow Mémé Clara to take Lily to our rooms. Esteban and I take the elevator to the fifth floor of the large packhouse. “Why do you think they want to talk to you?” Esteban asks, though I’m pretty sure he knows. “Tehre’s only one reason they would call me on the night that they have figured out that they are mates,” I say, drily. “Same reason they didn’t have Jacob take over his role as lune tonight?” His face mirrors the anxiety that I’m trying hard not to let consume me. Because this is not going to be a fun conversation. I nod. “JoJo.” Jacob lets us into the room, having changed already. I hug him. “Hey, cuz. How you doing?” He hugs me tightly before gesturing me to come in. “Reaping the consequences of my rash actions,” he says sorrowfully. He turns to my mate, hugging him as well. “Hey, Jacob. Congratulations on finding your mate,” Esteban say
I stand in front of a large group of wolves, fresh matemarks on my neck. A stark difference to my twin who stands beside me, a bittersweet air of excitement and sadness. I feel so bad for Alexander and Jacob. They are my brothers. I love them, care about them and seeing them in this pain hurts me. For now, I can’t do anything about it. For now, I have to stand here during this ceremony and then I have to go through the mating time. But after that, I’ll help them find their mate. I’ll help them at least talk to her. And if I have to, I’ll help them deal with their rejection. “Brothers and sisters!” Declan cries out and my attention is drawn back to the ceremony at hand. “We are here today to welcome another alpha and beta into the Moon Goddess Pack!” The entire room erupts in cheers, stomping of feet, wolf whistles, and pounding on tables. Declan holds up his hands and the crowd quiets. “When our goddess created wolves similar to her son Lycaon, she wanted to give h
All of us fall forward, bodies in tangles in the sheets. But the rest doesn’t last long. Because Rowen’s wolf is the one that is always closest to the surface, he tends to incite Summer and my wolves into even more of a frenzy, especially when we are in bed. And now? When we still have one more mate to mark? They are rubbing themselves around in our minds, urging us to complete the bond. They want their final mate marked and mated. And I, for one, am very happy to oblige. I manuver in the bed so that I’m behind Rowen. I pull on his hips until he’s on his knees. “Mmmm, what are you doing back there, Jare?” he asks, his voice full of desire. “Fucking my mate,” I growl out, slamming into his hole, bottoming out in one thrust. “Holy shit!” he nearly screams, pain and pleasure mixed. I know that his wolf loves the savageness with which I’m taking him. And I know that Rowen himself loves it when we dominate him. It doesn’t happen often, because he’s just so damn good at it.
Rowen has to carry me to the bedroom. I’m not kidding you when I say that the orgasm I just had was the most intense in my entire life. It was like pleasure not only took over my pussy, but infused through every fiber, every neuron, every cell of my body. I’m pretty sure that I blacked out. My wolf was so satisfied, I think she actually purred like a goddess-damned cat! But the satisfaction didn’t last long. I have two mates to mark. Jared has a bottle of lube in his hand, crawling towards us on his knees across the bed. Rowen sets me down and I immediately start crawling over to Jared. “Lay down,” I tell both of them. They are both going to be getting fucked tonight. Might as well make sure they are both loosened, lubed, and ready. Because the way that my arousal is still flowing down my thighs, I’m not going to need it. When they are in position, I pour lube on both of their holes. “Closer together,” I tell them. “I want to suck on both of your cocks while I fing
We stayed with Dad throughout the night, laughing about old times, talking about the responsibilities that will come with our new positions, and talking about the matebond. I can’t wait until I get back to wake up and find my mates. The fact that I know exactly who my mates are, that they are the ones that I’ve wanted my entire life, takes away all of the anxious energy that I’ve been feeling leading up until my birthday. Now, I’m just filled with excitement and impatience. “Am I allowed to tell Summer?” I ask Dad as we’re getting ready to leave. “Yes,” he smiles wide. “You can even mark her if you want. She’ll feel the sparks.” Dad’s face suddenly takes on a worried expression. “Selene was supposed to be here to tell you that. She swore me to secrecy a long time ago. Hell, before Jared’s birthday. She said that she made it work out like this because of the fact that the three of you are Elite warriors and will be needed in the war to come. She wants you at your stronge
I had a feeling that I would be seeing my boys tonight. The night before they were born. Their 21st birthday. It’s so hard to believe that the babes that I held in my arms when they were born, the pups that I have watched grow, both with me and on Earth, are going to be fully fledged wolves. I’m so proud of the males that they have turned out to be. They are strong, brave, kind, loving, and, above all, happy. I love them so much and I am the proudest papa wolf in the entire would because of them. Right now, Alexander has been dealt a shit hand. A really shit hand. I feel awful for him. Jacob really screwed the pooch on that one. I legitimately don’t get it. I mean, I wanted to have my mates more than anything in this world. The only thing that made me even think about rejecting Arya was to help save her pain. But I always, always, always wanted them. I mean, I know who all of our pups are mated to. Jacob, Rowen, and Alexander. I also know who all six, well seven