“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
I had elected to help with Jacob’s training front he angels, especially since he would be spending a large amount of time with me and my mates. I wanted to make sure that I either could shut his power down or contain it. And holy hell does he have power! The only reason that our favorite archangels are able to handle him is because of special powers from God. Apparently, the existing Thrones aren’t the best at interacting with others. It’s better to have the lesser powered angels do the training because they are closer to humans than a Throne would be. There are three others that have elected to take up the mantle as Thrones: a hybrid bear/witch shifter, a panther shifter, and a descendant of Ares that is also a selkie. For better or for worse (probably for worse), Jacob is in Uriel’s group with the bear/witch shifter. Right now, they’re working on sword fighting and flying at the same time. They have other powers, but getting to understand their bodies and how they move in t
I had needed my mates, badly, by the time I finished with training. Yeah, I was famished and exhausted and I needed a shower badly. But the main thing was how badly that I needed my mates. It wasn’t just horniness. Not just an itch that needed to be scratched. It was a bone deep need that couldn’t be tempered. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive with Hermes. But if it had to be that aggressive with one of my mates, I’m glad that it was him. Hermes wouldn’t get hurt by the brutality that raged within him when he fucked him in the trees. By the time they got back to their bed with their mates, he was calmer. His taking of his mates was still rougher than typical, but not anywhere near what it was like with Hermes in the trees. As much as I hated the fact that I did it, I wasn’t thinking about Hermes when I fucked his mouth or his ass. All I thought about was needing to feel him wrapped around my cock. Hermes seemed ok with it, but I could never have done any of that with