And now they are fully bonded. Phew...I need a cold shower.
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
I knew. The second that those overgrown bats started talking about how to take down Lucifer, I knew that this is when information would get out that would change everything. You see, I had been given a prophecy when I was very young about the great loves of my life. Why, you may ask? Well, none of us gods are particularly faithful to human lovers. And one of my lovers was an oracle. I got with her, and then her brother, and then her sister and she was pretty pissed off with me. So she gave me a prophecy about my love life. Now, you may ask, why is that such a bad thing? Well you’ve never been given a list of your four greatest loves, have you? See when you’re in love, you want to think that it’ll never end. It’ll go on forever and you’ll live happily ever after and all that mushy and unrealistic bullshit. Now imagine that you are in love. You’re happy. But they are only the first name on the list that you were given. What kinds of things go through your mind? Why
We had been passed out when Hermes left for the meeting with the angels. I vaguely remember him kissing me on the forehead before he left, but that was about it. From the second that we finished the mating process, we have been insatiable. I mean, literally fucking every second that we aren’t stuffing food into our mouths or sleeping. Shit, sometimes we’re eating off of each other, so the food becomes a part of the foreplay. The thing with the whole mating period is that the stronger the mates are, the longer the mating period takes. Notoriously, alpha matebonds will last about a month, where almost everyone else’s will last at least two weeks. But our matebond has a wolf who is not only an alpha, but also a demi-god, an ancient god, and a wolf who is a god’s mouthpiece here on Earth. Who the fuck knows how long our mating period is going to take? Especially with us likely having to stop in the middle of the mating period to go fuck up some demons, which will only prolong it
Hermes moves over so that Jake and I can sit down, though he keeps JoJo on his lap and doesn’t pull out of her. From experience, even when he’s soft, he’s big enough that he is in no danger of falling out. Jake sits on one side of Hermes and JoJo and I sit on the other, the two of us cuddling into our godly mate. All four of us are breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths. My thoughts go back to something I’ve been thinking about since I found out that we were mates, while my mates whisper sweet words to each other, along with kisses and petting. I can’t help but reach out and touch JoJo’s stomach, my hand splaying on the tiny, flat, tightness of her, thinking what she would look like with our pups growing inside her, making her stomach rounder, fuller, and brimming with life. JoJo gasps and I look up to see her eyes dancing with unshed tears. “You really feel like that? You want pups now?” “Yes,” I say hoarsely. “I know that we’re facing war and that the timing fo