I wake up to the feeling of a man’s arm around my waist, my head cushioned on his chest. His hand strokes my hair, helping me to slowly wake up. For a few seconds, I can pretend. Pretend that the male touching me, that ravaged me last night, that will likely take me this morning, that makes my body respond and my heart feel like it’s going to leap out of my chest is him. Nathan. And then, Lucifer speaks. “Good morning, mate,” Lucifer purrs to me, his hand coming down to tilt my chin up. The feeling of his touch sends small sparks racing up my skin wherever he touches me, a pale imitation of what I felt when I touched Nathan. But that bond is gone. And as much as Lucifer has tortured and imprisoned me, I’m bonded to him. He’s my mate by prophecy and magick. It’s been just over a week since the bond between Nathan and I was forcibly broken. That was the oddest combination of sensations. The feeling of complete despair and my soul cleaving in two as the bond was br
“Baby, you gotta let me get dressed for the ceremony,” I giggle as Amelia kisses her way down my throat. Though that giggle quickly turns into a moan when her lips find my matemark and start to suck. I had literally just gotten into the shower after marathon sex all day with Amelia. Who thought it would be a good idea to have wolves take their leadership roles in the middle of their bonding time? Keeping our hands off of each other isn’t the easiest thing to do and I’d prefer not to be constantly aroused in front of all the wolves that I’m getting ready to rule over. “We still have another two hours before the ceremony starts,” Amelia says, her hands wrapping around me to cup my tits in her palms. “Plenty of time for another round of my mouth on the sweet fucking pussy.” “Amelia!” I moan, feeling her tits press into my back. Her dirty talk is enough to get me there, but add her skilled hands to the mix and my arousal skyrockets. Amelia’s hand moves down my stomach to cup my p
Slade and I hold on tightly to each other’s hands. It has been really hard for the two of us lately. Not that it hasn’t been harder for Ryder having to deal with his wolf arriving way too early or our other children. But that doesn’t negate the fact that it’s hard for the two of us as well. We’ve barely slept. Barely ate. One of us has to be with Ryder at all times, though both of us tend to stay with him. We never know if talk it out or brute strength is going to be needed to calm him and his wolf. And it’s not just staying up with Ryder’s wolf that we have to worry about. We have to send him away. We have to send him up north to learn how to control his wolf and we aren’t going to be able to go with him. We need to stay here to prepare for the war. Another fucking thing to add what’s keeping the two of us awake at night. Right now, Ryder is with Brandon and Zak who are in town for the War Councils that we’ve been participating in. They might not be alpha and
“We have to find him,” Hecate insists, very concerned about Nyx. I’ve not seen her this worried about one of her humans in eons. This one is important. Selene’s concern mirrors that of her best friend and sister goddess. Nyx is important to several of her plans for her wolves as well. “Apollo is working with his oracles. The Oracle of Delphi has yet to sleep since we’ve come to Valhalla, her energy only sustained by Apollo,” Zeus tells us. “But they still haven’t figured anything out yet,” Thor says, more a statement than a question. “No,” Minerva agrees, her voice forceful and cold. Much different than my sister, Athena, her Greek aspect. It is odd to see our Roman counterparts here, seeing as many of them were built directly based on us, with some pagan and or religious twists. We think close enough to each other that it’s uncanny, but differently enough that it’s weird. “We need someone else to help us. Someone else who can see the future,” Selene murmurs. And a thoug
I had seen Alex and JoJo when I arrived back in the room. Before going to her meeting with the gods, Selene had brought me back to my mates. Of course, Hermes was already there, so I didn’t get to see him. But that was to my advantage. I needed to see him on his own. When he walked in, the sight of him nearly took my breath away. He’s so fucking beautiful. The blonde hair, the tanned and toned muscles, and those electric blue eyes are like they are sculpted from a wet dream. One that I’ve been having ever since I first saw him. And, of course, the first thing that I say to him is completely profound. “Hey.” “Jacob,” he whispers. The sound of my name coming off of his lips is hot enough that it makes my toes curl. Again with the profound statements, I say, “I’m home.” Home. It’s funny that I would call Valhalla home. I’ve never been here before. But that isn’t the home that I’m talking about. I’m talking about the home that is being in my mates’ arms. Being wit
The feeling of Jacob’s skin against my own is a taste of heaven that I’ve only ever felt when I’ve touched my other two mates. Never in my life did I think that I would feel it. Never in my eons here on Earth did I think that I would find anyone to complete my soul. And I’ve found three of them. Werewolves.Who would have thought that mortals such as them could be the key to my happiness? Creations of a Titan. Though two are touched by a goddess, holding a piece of her inside them. And the other is destined to hold far greater power than even I can contemplate. The power to build and create worlds, if only he harnesses it. That same mate now touches me, causing sparks to flare up and down my skin, making my arousal ratchet up another notch.And then the heat of his warm mouth encompasses the tip of my cock and my head snaps back, my eyes closing as a guttural sound escapes my mouth. “Aphòdeuma (Shit!)” I don’t even realize that I’ve slipped into Ancient Greek. It just feels
You would have thought that Freya and my relationship would be really awkward after not just having sex, but also having to justify our decision to everyone in our lives. I had been afraid that it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. We talked about it like mature adults. We agreed that if anything else happened, then it happened, but we weren’t looking to change our relationship. There seemed to be very few negatives in this arrangement, especially since we both decided to go about things like we always hand. I’m not saying that we acted like it didn’t happen. There were definite looks between the two of us that were more than something that you would see with people that were just friends. And I did once ask Freya if she had been ok with losing her virginity to me, even though we weren’t in a relationship. Her response floored me. “I didn’t lose my virginity, Nate. It’s not like I’m out here looking for it. I gave it to you.” That is the biggest positive thing that
The second that I tell him to take me, his hand dips into my leggings and panties, feeling the wetness that has collected at my core. “Fuck, you’re drenched!” he says in a voice that is filled with a growl. “And you’re fucking hard as steel,” I moan, my hands scrambling to pull his shirt over his head. I loved the feel of his skin against mine the last time that we were together and I’ve been aching to feel it again. “It’s because of you. You’re fucking tease. Licking my finger like that. What the hell did you think was going to happen?” Fuck, the growl in his voice is making my pussy clench. His fingers brush my clit and I throw my head back, clamping my eyes shut. “Goddess Above!” “She won’t be able to stop what I’m going to do to you, Frey. You want to tease me? Now you get the consequences.” And then he pushes two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so tight! Have you been playing with yourself thinking of me since the last time?” “Yes,” I moan at the feeling of hi