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
“Yeah, baby?” Jacob says, a mischievous lilt to his voice. He looks pointedly at Hermes’s cock which is hard again after watching our other two mates fuck me and pump me full of their cum. “Does it have anything to do with how hard you are? Because the answer is an emphatic ‘yes’!” “Fuck yes,” Hermes groans out, but then shakes his head. “I mean, no. No. That isn’t what I wanted to say. Ugh, I think we’re gonna need some clothes if this is going to be a productive conversation.” “No!” all three of us whine, but Hermes waves his hands and we’re teleported to the dining room with clothes on. All three of us complain but Hermes waves his hand again and food appears on the table. All of our favorites and so much more. “Eat while you listen to me,” he tells us. And of course we’re all starving. It’s just part and parcel of the bonding period. We fuck like bunnies, sleep a little, and eat even less. That’s how things go when you have a matebond of four people, with one of th
“How do we get in touch with the angels? Did you figure that out?” I ask my great aunt. “Actually, they stopped me before we left the meeting,” Selene says. “They want to meet with all of the gods and goddesses that are connected to the shifters that are possible archangels.” “So why are you here Hecate? You aren’t connected to any of us as a goddess or a mate,” JoJo asks. I pull her into my chest by the back of her neck, using my thumb to wipe away the last vestiges of her tears. I don’t like knowing what this is doing to my mates and I’ll do anything I can to help comfort them. I can’t help but smile when she turns into my palm and kisses it. The spark of lust from the newly formed matebond flares, but it seems when something really important presents itself, we’re able to put it on the back burner. This whole mating process is fascinating. I am in awe of Selene’s creativity when she made the werewolf species. And I’m especially thankful for the three wolves that
The second that the words come out of my mouth, Uriel raises his hands above his head and I’m lifted into the air. I can’t move. I can barely get air to move in and out of my lungs. I’m trying with all of my might to struggle out of whatever is holding me, but it isn’t working. The only sounds that can come out of my mouth are muffled groans. I can’t talk. I can’t scream. I can barely hear anything. My mates are screaming. Selene and Thor, Hecate and her males are screaming at the angels, trying to get them to release me. But suddenly, a huge host of angels is surrounding us. They had been invisible the whole time. And now they are fighting my mates and the gods that are with us. All while Uriel is holding me up in the air. Above me, I see a pinprick of light start to build. As I stare at it, the pinprick gets bigger. Brighter. More intense. A warmth creeps through my body, something that I can tell is supposed to calm me, but all it does is scare me. Because I ha
I wake up with Freya in my arms. I love the feel of her against my skin. The barely there sparks that move up and down our skin when we touch feel so good. I like that this is something that is just the two of us. The sparks with Nyx are much stronger, as will be the sparks with whoever Freya’s mate is. But the fact that they are there at all shows how special we are to each other. I pull Freya in even tighter to my chest, skating my fingers up and down her arm and kissing just behind her ear. I smile down at her as her face nuzzles into my chest, her hands and legs winding around me as she partially wakes up. She hums against my skin, scenting me even in her half asleep state. I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest and against her face. Her big brown eyes blink open and a lazy smile crosses her lips as she looks up at me. “Hey, sexy,” she purrs, her voice husky with sleep. “Hey, baby,” I smile before leaning down to kiss her. “What’s got you up so early?” she
Faster, I mindlink to Ryder. We’re in our wolf forms, running hard through the Okanogan Forest of upper Washington state, near the Canadian border. We’re at the northernmost edge of Roman’s territory and away from the rest of the pack to make sure that Ryder doesn’t unintentionally hurt someone when he shifts unexpectedly and has trouble reigning in his wolf. He’s doing well though. He’s been able to shift of his own volition three times in this past week. That doesn’t sound like much, but he’s not even supposed to have his wolf. And at this point, any progress is good. Plus, he’s only wolfed out on emotions once this week. I’m pretty damn proud of the little guy. Though, I would never call him that to his face. One, have you ever called a teenager something like that? Not the best way to garner trust. And two, he’s got a big ass wolf. I’d be able to take him down. Eventually. But I’d likely take a lot of damage and, again, not the best way to garner trust. That brings
I barely have my last sentence out when Amelia has me pressed against a tree, her mouth on mine. “Mmmmm,” I groan into her mouth. It would be funny how quickly she’s on me, except for the fact that I’m so turned on. Her hands are in my hair, squeezing my tits, cupping my ass, and moving under the hem of my shirt. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you with my tongue all day, Mommy,” she tells me. “I need to taste you. Please, Mommy.” “Yeah, baby girl? You been thinking about it all day? How good my pussy is gonna taste for you. How I’m gonna cum in your mouth? How I’m gonna sit on your face and ride your tongue like a it’s a pogo stick?” I purr in her ear as she kisses down my neck. The scent of her arousal is potent in the air and mine quickly mingles with it. I chuckle as her hands move under my shirt, up my torso, and beneath the band of my sports bra to cup my tits. My voice comes out husky as I ask her, “How wet are you, baby girl?” “Fucking dripping, Mommy,”
I walk with Thor and Selene into the portal that Selene created and walk out into a beautiful lawn surrounded by the bluest, clearest lake that I’ve ever seen. It seems like it’s mid summer, near sunset, the air colored a buttery yellow that you only see in fairytale books. Fish leap out of the lake every so often and there are deer grazing by the water like some scene out of a picture book. Beside the lake, there is a huge castle that continues on beyond what I can see. Humanoid figures and those in a more bestial forms come out of the doors, fly off of the balconies, or swim from tunnels into the lake. “Where are we?” I ask. Selene smiles at me indulgently. “We’re in Valhalla.” “Ho-ly shit!” I say on a whistle, looking at my surroundings once more. This is insane. No wonder it looks like it came from a fairytale book. This was what some of the original ‘fairytales’ were based off of. Thor seems to straighten with pride and it’s then that I remember that Valhalla is