FINALLY!!!
You gotta love when your mate is a god and they can get undressed with just a wave of their hands. Instantly, Hermes is naked with a rather impressive hard on pointing upwards towards Alex and me. It’s only because I feel Alex’s skin against mine at my back that I know that he’s done the same with our clothes. The fated sparks race up and down my skin and I moan at the feel of Alex hard and ready at my back. The thing that I didn’t expect was to hear Hermes’ moan as well. He stares at us and I know that our eyes have completely been taken over by our irises: Alex’s their beautiful hazel and mine their mahogany brown. The lust in his eyes is unmistakable. “I can feel what you feel, Josefina. When we’re this close, I can feel Alex’s touch on you. And you’ll be able to feel the same thing when our mates touch me,” Hermes tells me. Immediately, Alex’s hands go to my breasts and he rolls my nipples between his fingers, causing me to lean back into him, thrusting my chest into h
The feeling of Alexander’s hard, thick, length sliding into Josefina’s tightness has my cock standing at attention and aching for them already. I had no idea that it was this intense for a woman to be penetrated. To be teased and fucked. Yes, I’ve had sex with both men and women in my time here on earth. It’s quite difficult to stick with just one gender when you’re around for eons. And I thought that I had tried everything that there is to do with sex and sexual pleasure. It’s why I was glad to have two male mates and one female. I like to be penetrated almost as much as I love penetrating myself and a male can do and take both. But the feeling that I have with Josefina, this understanding of what a woman feels in the midst of pleasure, I had no idea. For one, there’s so many different things that cause pleasure. And it’s more so than any male can feel. Granted, men have a prostate that can be pleasured during anal sex. But women are so much more sensitive in their nippl
“I don’t like that we aren’t there with JoJo,” Meredith mutters as we watch the battle from a rise in the land nearly ten miles away. Each one of us has a set of military grade binoculars to watch the battle and we are anxiously watching the events of the battle to make sure that it goes our way. “She’s fine, Mom,” Fati says from Meredith’s other side. “She’s with Jacob at the military tents. Do you really think that he would let anything happen to her?” “Yeah, but he’s not a warrior,” Meredith says, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. I drop my binoculars, pulling my mate to me. I cult her chin, at once tilting it up so she’s looking at me and pulling her bottom lip free from her teeth. “No te preocupes, reina. Está a salvo. (Don’t worry, queen. She is safe.)” I tell her before leaning in and kissing her nose. I’m trying to keep the mood light so that she calms. Hakeem comes up from the other side of Meredith, kissing the top of her head. “He’s right, Merry. Liam,
We go through the attendance lists for about 30 minutes. I find everyone on my list, as do Tio Gael (Uncle Gael) and Caleb. Aubrey is the one that doesn’t find all of her wolves. “Who’s missing,” Tio Gael asks. “Sebastián Lobos, Zion Everly, and Kennedy and Blake Leblanc,” Aubrey relates. Looking up at Tio, she adds, “The four of them are best friends. Makes sense that they’re all missing together.” “Any idea where they would go,” Tio Gael asks, a bit exasperated. “We told them all to hang around here and they are the only ones that went off.” Amethyst, one of the kids of Jamal, Bella, and Gregory, is nearby and speaks up. “I overheard them saying that they wanted to practice some of the moves that we were practicing in warrior training this week.” Amethyst is a hybrid/witch wolf and is supposed to eventually take over as the Priestess of the Maiden coven here in Arcadia. However, she is much more in touch with her wolf than her sister Freya and I wonder if she really w
“I can’t believe that they’re sidelining us!” Sebastián whines. Again. “It’s a once in a lifetime chance to fight in this war like our parents did and they’re making us sit out!” “I highly doubt that this is going to be the only chance to fight, Bash,” my twin sister, Blake, says, her tone holding just a bit of annoyance at having to talk about this. Again. “Think about it,” Zion says, picking up the thread. “There’s a strong statistical likelihood that we are eventually going to be pulled into this. We have Lucifer, the biggest evil in our current world, and all of the evil gods coming after us and all the good gods. There are going to be a ton of battles. Granted some of them are going to be in the realms that the gods are in charge of, but Lucifer seems to hate us in particular. We’re going to definitely get some action.” “Ugh, really guys? You WANT to fight in this war?” I ask, finally hearing enough about Sebastián wanting to fight. “After everything our parents tol
I don’t know who gives us the all clear or if we even get it to climb into my car and haul ass back to the city. It’s only 10 miles away, but with Kennedy’s intoxicating scent filling the car and our insatiable need to touch each other, I nearly pull the car over to take her on the side of the road five times before we even hit the city limits. Thank the goddess and all that is good and pro sex that my house is on this side of the city, close to the academy. It’s a matter of two minutes before I screech to a stop in my parking lot. Both of us are out of the car and Kennedy has me pinned against the hood of the car, kissing me like she needs me to breathe in seconds. I moan at her possessive touch, arching my back when one of her hands cups my breast in a firm hold. “Kennedy,” I moan when her lips leave mine and trail down my jawline to my neck, featherlight kisses a sensory juxtaposition to the kneading squeezes she has on my tits. “You smell so damn good, baby,” she whisp
She tastes just like my favorite candy, a Sweet Tart. Fruity, but with a hint of tartness that makes your mouth water when you taste it. The smell of her arousal is potent, the apple and vanilla scent of her nearly drowning me at her most intimate spot. I can’t help but growl, my wolf pushing forward as I lap at her. “Kennedy!” she gasps out. Her upper body is propped up on a pillow, so I can see the look of pure ecstasy that covers her face as I push the vibrator inside of her twisting it as I push and pull it in and out of her body. Her large, rounded breasts jiggle and bounce with every movement of the vibrator. I suckle at her clit and her eyebrows collaspe in on themselves and she bites her bottom lip. The intensity of her pleasure is the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen. I watch as Amelia fists the sheets beneath her and arches her back. Goddess, she’s so sexy. My wolf is pushing me to mark Amelia, almost scratching at the inside of my of my brain and trying to shift
I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life. This is the very first time that I will meet my parents. And with some of the decisions that I’ve made in my life lately, I’m wondering what they’re going to say to us. This could either go really, really well, or really, really badly. I look behind me, watching my mates watch me leave with Selene. All three of them are are standing, watching me with their hands wrapped around each other’s waists. There’s a happy glint to their eyes, but I can see that their happiness is tempered by their discontent that I’m not with them. I wish I was. I wish that I could have allowed myself to do it. I just, I don’t feel like I’m worthy. And that’s the thing that’s holding me back from being truly happy with my mates. I can be intimate with JoJo and Alexander for reasons outside of their powers. Alexander has literally been in my life since the day I was born. He has been my brother, my briend, my lover, my boyfriend, and then my mate. A
So much pain. Those fucking angels! They killed my mate. They killed MY CHILD! And then they tried to kill me. I had enough power left within me in order teleport away from them to the edge of Tartarus. But I was bleeding heavily from a wound that eviscerated my stomach and just missed my heart. Otherwise, I would have died right then and there. I used all the power that I had left to make my way through the cyclopses, the hydra, the river of fire. And then I make my way down the labyrinthine walkways, looking for my first love. Only she will have the power to heal me. Only she will have the power to bring me back to what I was before. I don’t know how long it took for me to get to her. How much blood flowed from my body. How much pain I felt. How low I had to get. I laid on the ground, covered in dirt, dehydrated, and weak. And then I feel someone push me with their foot.
It’s so hard to believe that the war is over. All of that build up and fear for just one, admittedly epic, fight? I guess I just never realized how much war is about waiting for something to happen. Hermes says that it’s really like that, but it’s still hard to believe. The angels are all up in a tither worried that they haven’t been able to find evidence of Lucifer’s body being gone. We haven’t heard anything from their god, so I’m assuming that he’s not worried about it. I mean, it’s been two weeks and nothing. Gabriel has even come to Jacob and said that he can start the process of detaching from the Christian god and giving up his powers. Though, halfway through Gabriel’s instructions on how to do that, Michael showed up and basically begged Jacob to remain a Throne for another six months. Just in case Lucifer came back. After meeting with Maeve, Dougal, and Win, the results were mixed. Maeve hated being a Throne.
A parent should never have to bury their child. Ever. Even though Nyx wasn’t of our blood or even of our species, she was just as much our child as Jared, Summer, and Chris. Even though she was only with us for a less than a year, she was our pup. And this is the worst pain that I’ve ever experienced, aside from the pain of losing Charlie. I stand with Kayla, Brandon, Jared, Summer, Rowen, Chris, and Esteban. Little Lilianna sits on Chris’s lap, the two year old not understanding what is happening. Neither do the triplets, Nixon, Natalie, and Nolan. Each are sitting with the parent that they seem to gravitate to the most: Nixon with her little hands trying to wipe the tears from Kayla’s face, Natalie in my arms and giving me hugs and kisses to try to comfort me, and Nolan sitting stoically in Brandon’s arms though he has his hands wraps around his father’s fingers. No, our pups don’t know what has happened, but they know that something is wrong. Nathan stands on Kayla’s othe
I immediately know when Lucifer has been slain. We all do. There’s a power in the air that just dissipates. It’s there one second and then it’s gone. And then the enemy either surrender or run away, dropping their weapons as they go. Oh, there are a few die hard proponents of what Lucifer was trying to do, but they don’t last long. They are quickly overrun by fae, witches, wolves, shifters, supernaturals, or angels. Within an hour of Lucifer’s death, all of the fighting is done and the medics have flooded the field. Gods and goddesses either heal right there on the field or teleport those that need immediate medical attention to the surgery tents. Arya and I quickly turn to the Elite and pups’ mates, and our friends. “Summer! Jared!” Arya says, looking up from healing a nasty bite to Tomas’s leg that is already showing signs of infection. “Here!” Summer shouts out in a pained voice. I turn to see
All three of us see the Morning star leaving the palace and stepping onto the field with the angels and we know that time is running out. We have to hurry and get to Nyx and sever her bond with Lucifer so that he is weak enough for them to kill him. No one else seems to be guarding the castle, at lest not on our side. I can see that demons and gods are getting into ranks and preparing to get onto the battlefield. The problem is, they’re too slow. The angels are already hear. They have breached the walls that surround the castle, their armor and very skin gleaming, their swords and battle axe’s, and spears coated in the multiple colors of blood that each of these evil beings possess. “We need to get inside while they’re all occupied,” Rowen says as we run towards the gates. “And before anyone comes in as reinforcements.” “Anyone see how to get the gates open?” Alexander says, his eyes rapidly taking in the structure in front of us.
The second that we make our way through the gate into the Underworld, we’re all ready to start fighting. I mean, that’s the logical thing to do, right? Problem is, we seem to have gone into a gate where there are minimal guards. Like, this gate seems to have been forgotten completely. There's two there and they were taken out by the blast that opened the gate. Either we got really fucking lucky. Or we’ve walked into a trap. Angels pour into the hole behind us, creating a perimeter to keep us safe from behind. No, they won’t be able to stop Lucifer, but they are cannon fodder that will slow him down. Yeah, that sounds really fucking shitty to say it like that, but they knew the score when they were assigned to the role. It is what it is. From the gate, I can see Hades’s palace, where Lucifer and his new queen, Nyx, have been staying since they were kicked out of Valhalla. We’re coming in about five miles to the south and three miles above the palace. The gate is in
It is killing me to wait here with the gods while my mates are all in three different spots right now. I’m so agitated and distracted by this fact that my winged shoes are making me float about a foot off of the ground. Josefina is with her parents, fighting near the front lines. What I hate is that she doesn’t have any powers to fight with. She’s just got her strength and skills as a warrior and a wolf. Thank fuck that the wolves take fighting seriously, so she has a ton of skill. But that only helps me feel just a little bit of relief. She is definitely the mate that I’m most worried about. But then there’s Alexander. He and his twin are escorting Nathan to get to Nyx so that he can kill her and the child in her stomach. Hecate had told us that Nyx is in labor starting this morning. So they have to get to her quickly. Of course, that means finding the right time to get past the enemy army ahead of the rest of our allies and then fight whoever Lucifer has guarding the
The contractions had been happening off and on for the past two days. “Braxton-Hicks,” Persephone assured me. “It’s just your body’s way of getting ready for birth. It can happen for a long time before you actually go into labor. I really wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.” But I knew better. I could feel this evil thing’s elation as it could feel me preparing for birth. It had been tossing and turning in my stomach, moving into position for birth. So when I woke in the wee hours of the morning today, feeling strong achy bands of pressure all around my stomach. I let out a wheezy, breathy screams as the feeling took my breath away. I had been laying on my left side, my head pillowed on Lucifer’s arm, his other arm keeping me pulled into him. When I had woken in pain, it woke him up as well. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Lucifer asks, his eyes are wide, but his voice is laced with aggression and protectiveness. He had moved over top of me, caging me against t
The screeching sound that comes from above us sounds like a combination between the howl of a wolf, the cry of some kind of bird of prey, and a woman’s scream. We look up and there are seven of these…things. They have the body of a woman, looking heavily pregnant and near giving birth, talons for feet and wings like a giant eagle, and the head of an enormous rabid jackal. But the belly is actually full of the babies and men that they’ve eaten. They are wearing what looks like a skull bikini, a skull covering each breast and her vulva. It’s fucking weird and looks very uncomfortable. In their hands, each carries one knife made of fire and another made of ice. The Lamashtu. The seven aspects of the Mesapotamian Goddess of evil. Think Hecate, but in seven different bodies instead of sharing the same body. And when I say that she was evil, I mean EVIL. Evil just for evil’s sake. One of the few goddesses in all of the various pantheons who didn’t have a reason to be evil. S