“I can’t fucking believe that we’re doing this. We’re inviting this fucker into our home and near Nyx on purpose?” Zak growls as he sets the table. “Look, I’m not any happier than you are to do this,” I say, putting the lasagna in the oven and setting the timer. “But they are mates, ordained by the goddess. And she has refused to let that bond go away.” I turn around to look at Zak and Brandon over his shoulder. “We’ve got to do our best to put our anger aside and be here for Nyx. For whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.” Brandon nods in agreement, still not happy. But he gets it. This is what our daughter needs at the moment. But Zak is still pissed. “Why would the goddess put Nyx with someone who can’t appreciate her?” One of the triplets starts to whimper and all of our attention goes towards the other room. “I’ll take care of them,” Brandon says. “You two talk this out.” “Thanks, baby,” I say to him. “I love you.” He smiles at me, the look lighting up
You ever have your life flash before your eyes? I’ve been in so many battles, fought so many different kinds of supernatural creatures and I’ve never been as scared as I am when Zak levels me with his glare. Doesn’t help at all when I see identical glares from Brandon and Kayla. And I did this. It’s all my fault. I’ve screwed this up and fucked myself good and proper. But I can’t do anything but give them my truth. I close my eyes briefly and take a really quick breath before I look at them, allowing all of my feelings shine through. “You shouldn’t. I’ve given none of you any reason to trust me and I don’t expect it.” I lean forward, giving eye contact to each of the wolves in front of me. I don’t mean it as any type of challenge. I just need them to see the sincerity in my eyes. “But I’ll do whatever I can to make you trust me.” Kayla snorts and turns away. I can see that she is livid and is barely holding back the venom that she wants to spit out at me. Zak’s
The way that his lips brush my fingers is the sexiest thing that I have ever experienced in my life. Granted, I don’t have a ton of experience with men. Obviously. But, by the Crone’s knife, I want to feel those lips over every part of my skin. I can’t stop my eyes from following his lips as he pulls back, his tongue flicking out to wipe the crumbs away. “I’ll be right back,” I say, hopping up from the table. “Bathroom.” I don’t wait for him to respond, I just go. Because I know that he would scent it. Really quickly. My arousal. It’s something that wolves can apparently scent easily. Especially the arousal of their mate. And I felt that I had been doing a damn good job not letting him see how much this was affecting me. How being this close to him was making me want him. But this would be a dead giveaway. I make it to the bathroom as fast as I can, thanking Hecate that I realized what was happening before it got noticeable. Once in the stall, I dig into my
I’m still on a high from the impromptu makeout session with Zoe. Goddess, I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve been with. I really am the fuck boy that my mates accused me of being. But it’s because I didn’t want to lose my heart to some she-wolf and then her not be my mate. I’ve seen that before with school friends and other wolves from my pack. It gets messy. And with being a warrior, someone who was constantly in life or death situations, a little stress relief was definitely needed. But I’ve never gotten so turned on or experienced anything as erotic as having Zoe Vlk in my arms. Kissing me. Rubbing herself all over me. Touching me. Fuck! I nearly came in my pants. I had wanted to touch her. Wanted to at least get her off, but we were in public and I didn’t want to let anyone else see her losing herself in pleasure. No one but Kaia. Shit, Kaia. I haven’t seen her since that day. She won’t respond to my mindlink and I know that she and Zoe have been having i
“Come on, Kaia. He’s our mate. And I like him. He’s a good guy and I want to keep getting to know him. I think that you should give him a chance.” I’m trying really hard to keep my cool, to remain patient with my extremely stubborn mate. It’s not easy. Especially since she now feels like Tomas is stealing me away from her. She might be good at keeping him out of her head, but it’s a lot harder to keep me out, especially since we’re marked and mated. I can feel what she feels. I know what she’s thinking. We share two thirds of the same soul between the two of us. And I want us to get the final third of our soul. Kaia is turned completely away from me, staring at the window outside. Her scent of bitter orange and lavender fills my nose, driving me crazy. It’s only been two days, barely 48 hours since she left the coffee shop in a snit. But it feels like an eternity since I’ve spoken to her or held her in my arms. My first true love. My mate. I need her just as much
When I left Tomas’s place to go back to ours, it was the best decision that I could have made. I needed the fresh air to take away some of Tomas’s scent all around me. Being around both Tomas and Zoe was a lot more intoxicating than I thought that it would have been. If Tomas had smelled my arousal? I wouldn’t have been able to stop what would have happened. I hadn’t realized how much his presence would affect me. How much I would enjoy talking to him and just hanging out. He’s funny, sweet, conscientious, and just plain fun. But right now? Seeing him pressing Zoe to him and kissing her neck. Hearing her sweet moan. I can’t stop myself from slamming the door behind me and walking over to them. “Kaia?” Tomas asks. But that’s all he has time to say before I take his face into my hands and pull him in for a kiss. His scent of all spice surrounds me. His lips are soft and warm. His touch sends fated sparks skittering across my skin and directly to places that he has yet
I’ve been in wolf form solely for almost a week here in the forests of Canada. It’s cold. A lot colder than winter in Texas could ever be. I’m thankful that I’ve been in and out of my wolf form often enough while in the cabin in Maine that my wolf has grown in her winter coat. As night falls and snow starts to fall again, I decide that it would be a good time to head back to my den. I had found a large tree where some of the dirt had eroded around the roots. It wasn’t all the much work to dig further into the roots and make a den for myself. The tree grow partially out of a hill, so I was very well protected from the elements and predators. My fur would keep me plenty warm and I had smoothed the dirt in the den down enough that it was extremely comfortable. Wolves don’t require much, which makes this transition between being human and being a wolf so welcome. I know that a lot of the wolves in my life feel that I am being very melodramatic about everything that has gone do
“So the boys are stuck there? Hermes, too?” Arya says to the projected image of JoJo projected on the screen. Josefina, or JoJo as everyone is calling her, is a she-wolf that I admittedly know very little about. You would think that with all of the mystical mumbo-jumbo that I have in my life from being a half witch, I would know more about the next greatest oracle of our generation. But I’m learning a lot more about myself since I’ve found out about Nyx being my mate. I think that, once I found out about the prophecy of me ending the Riding Hoods for good when I was 10, I’ve pushed away that side of my nature. I’ve only worked with Bella enough that I can get rid of the surplus of my magical energy that builds when I don’t use it often enough. I just had that part of myself. Nyx is helping me to get a new appreciation for that part. So, I kept myself away from most wolves that reminded me of my own mystical abilities, except for Arya and Devin. And the only reason that I r