Waking up to see Jake going down on Hermes, the god’s cock almost fully disappeared in Jacob’s mouth has mine ready to fucking explode at the sight. “By Olympus’s Peak, I could cum just like this!” Hermes moans. “I’ve done it plenty of times,” I tell him as I spit into my hand and start to jack myself off. Jake pushes that final little bit and takes Hermes completely in his mouth. “Fuck!” Hermes cries out and I know that his cumming by the look on his face and the way that he clutches Jake’s head to his body. He falls backwards onto the pillows, breathing hard as he tries to catch his breath. I immediately roll closer to him, sucking a hickey on his neck, right in the spot that I think Jacob will place his matemark. “Are we finally gonna be whole?” I ask Hermes. “Yes!” he responds. “We’ll finally have our fourth mate.” And then he kisses me, hard and passionate. I can feel his cock full and eager against my thigh. Through our mindlink, Hermes tells me, I want to
I love feeling you back inside my mind, I mindlink to Jacob. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. He pulls me onto his chest, kissing me deeply. As his tongue makes lazy circles in my mouth, suckling at my tongue, his voice comes through my mind. I’ve missed you just as much, baby. I love you. I love you, too, I tell him through the mindlink. “Fuck, you two are so sexy together,” Hermes says and I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s drowning in desire. That he wants us just as much as we want him. I can’t help but chuckle as I pull away from Jacob’s mouth. “I think that our mates want to play,” I tell him. Jacob lifts his eyes to look at them from over his head. “I don’t mind being their plaything at all,” Fuck! I’m instantly wet from that comment and all three males sniff the air, knowing exactly how aroused I am. Two pairs of dark brown eyes and a pair of hazel eyes turn to me, their irises completely covering every bit of white. It’s one of the few times
We have half of our matemarkings finished and with each marking placed, I can feel Jacob’s emotions and thoughts more and more. Right now, they are more of an echo than anything because they are being filtered through Alexander and Josefina. But soon we will be fully mated and I will feel everything. Now, Alexander and I need to mark Jacob and Jacob needs to mark Alexander. “I have an idea,” I tell them. I send Alexander and Josefina a mental image of what I want to do. “Fucking hell,” Alexander murmurs, the need in his voice and his gaze immediate. I scent a fresh wave of arousal from Josefina as she squirms against what I can only assume is Alexander’s hardening dick in her ass. “I’m fucking Jacob. I’m the only one who hasn’t since he’s come back,” Alexander says, immediately pulling out of Josefina’s ass. She whines at his absence and pouts as she sends a glare at him. “Prick,” she mutters. He turns and throws a smirk at her over his shoulder. “I’d say that you
The trip to Roman’s pack should have taken about a day and a half, but it took about three and half because of the frequent stops that we had to take for Ryder’s wolf. To say things have been tense would be like saying that Amelia Earhart got a little lost on her last solo flight. I mean, the kid found us fucking and started jerking off to it. I get it, he’s almost 14 and he’s seeing two naked she-wolves go at it. I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t jerking off.Ok, not concerned, he could be gay. Maybe insulted would be the right word.Which is really fucking weird, because he’s a teenager. I literally have to shake myself every time that my thoughts start to go that way. But it’s like those intrusive thoughts that people with ADHD get, it just pops up out of nowhere and there’s not a whole lot that you can do about it.Amelia has tried multiple times to talk about it, but Jacob freaks out, starts to shift and we’ve had to let him out of the car to go run it off. The good t
We arrive at Roman’s area of the pack around lunch the next day. Ryder spent a long time in the woods last night. And then again in his tent this morning. But he seemed so much more relaxed when he finally got in the car. Amelia and I have been able to hold hands and touch each other, although it’s still pretty innocent. We don’t want to fuck shit up too soon. When we pull up to the packhouse, Roman is waiting for us with his mate, Sonia, and their pack of pups. I mean, they literally have 10 kids ranging from 10 to a new pup in swaddling blankets. I don’t know how her vagina is the same. Did she have some reconstruction surgery? I mean, our wolf regenerating powers can only do so much, right? “Amelia! Kennedy! Ryder! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you and your families,” Roman says, pulling us into a huge bear hug. I mean, the man is ginormous. If I didn’t know better, I would think that he was a bear shifter, not a werewolf. “It’s been, what three or four
“Your Majesty, King Lucifer has sent these to please you,” one of the demons says, bringing in a necklace of large rubies, a dress made of sheer gauzy black silk, pure white calfskin slippers, a pearl as large as my fist, and a tiara made of black obsidian and diamonds and blood red garnets and rubies. I try not to roll my eyes in front of the servant. I can’t have anyone but Persephone know how much I absolutely hate Lucifer. He’s been pampering me with expensive and rare items ever since he found out that I was pregnant days ago. I’m dressed head to toe in silks and precious gems. All of my clothes are see-through or nearly that way so that he can ‘see my belly grow heavy with his child.’ Fucker. He’s also sending me all kinds of foods that are supposed to help with the growth of the baby. Some of it is based on actual science, some on old folklore and wives’ tales. If I see another fish eyeball or goat brain, I’ll kill something. Preferably my ‘mate.’ “Thank you. J
I kind of went off the deep end when Freya told me about meeting Nyx in the Astral Plane. I…didn’t handle that very well. Honestly, it’s one of the reasons that I’m glad that I didn’t take the position as alpha. I’m too impulsive, too emotional to make rational decisions for the pack. It’s another reason that I’m glad that Tomas and I share the position as lead warriors for the Elite. I also got hyperfocused on one things, sometimes to the detriment of other issues. So I got hyperfocused on getting Nyx out. I know that she’s a goddess now. I know that I’m still going to have to carry out my part of the prophecy and kill her. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to get her away from Lucifer. And I also know that I won’t have her back as my mate. So, I wasn’t trying to push away Freya. But that’s exactly what I did. So when she came into the library and asked me if I was rejecting her, I was gobsmacked. “Rejecting you?” I asked. “No! No, Frey. I want to be with y
“I fucking hate waiting around for these glorified dogs. What do they think, that we’ve got nothing better to do?” Hecate whines from beside me. “What do you have better to do, sister? Your three gods?” I whisper to her. She blushes prettily, but also gives a smile of smug satisfaction. Loki, Vidar, and Baldur are all sitting around her, talking to their brother Thor. My mate. Who has me sitting in his lap. Hecate is currently sitting on Loki’s lap, her legs across Baldur’s legs, and her back leaning against Vidar’s chest. The woman is treated like a queen by these three men and I have yet to see them separated since Thor kind of forced them together. Honestly, I haven’t really seen much of Hecate since then. These Viking gods are insatiable. “Not a bad idea, sister. I like the way that your woman thinks,” Baldur says to my mate. I don’t think that I’ll ever get tired of calling Thor that. He growls, pulling my back to his front. “If she’s got enough time to think