I am running around my apartment trying to get everything ready for my date with Fati tonight. I want everything to be perfect. I had mindlinked Fati this morning asking if she would come to my place for dinner tonight. I want to ask her to be my chosen mate tonight. Dad’s words had quite the opposite effect on me than he intended. Dad wants me to let Fati go and ‘buckle down’ to find my fated mate, but it has just made me even more determined to stay with Fati.We’ve been together for over three years. In that time, we’ve both looked for our fated mates and have had no luck at all. And honestly, I’m tired of waiting. I love Fati and she loves me. We’ve been together for years and we make sense. I want to make her mine.Hopefully she will be by the end of the night.My mother had taught me how to cook, saying that I couldn’t trust that my mate would be a marvel in the kitchen. Just look at Bella. As amazing as she is with her cauldron and in brewing po
“Are you sure you’re comfortable? We could see if Michael would be ok with us using Citra’s glen. She has a pretty comfortable set up there,” I ask Freya. She rolls her eyes but smiles indulgently at me. “I have always come here to astral project. It’s where I feel the most comfortable. I’d rather stay here.” Freya and I are at the wide rock next to the riverbank where Bella always likes to astral project. It’s a beautiful July evening, the sun starting its slow dip down into the horizon. The air is warm, but there is a slight breeze and the cover of the trees makes it cooler here by the water. The small river that Bella used to sit beside has widened and deepened over the years as we have diverted some of the water this way due to erosion in different areas. It’s now a great place to swim and cool off. And that gives me an idea. “You still haven’t told me whether you are comfortable or not, babe. With all the swell
Ok, yeah this probably wasn’t the best time to give Nate a blowjob. We had just found out that the biggest baddy that we had ever heard of was out and about again. And Nyx is possibly in danger. Oh, and there was the reminder that Nyx is still working her way out of Tartarus. So no, probably not the best time for me to give Nate a blowjob. But let me give three excellent reasons to give Nate a blowjob. One, we have just been reminded that danger is still out there, told that we don’t have to do anything, and are not allowed to talk about it with anyone else. So, a good reminder to take life, or your handfasted, by the balls and do what gives you pleasure. Two, I am pregnant and constantly horny. Nate had started to wind me up before we left for the Astral Plane, kissing and licking me and then laying me on his naked body. And something that you might not know about pregnancy, when you are horny, it doesn’t go away. It j
So, the other night was a fucking disaster on the level of Hiroshima. Fati and I…well there is no more Fati and I. She had apparently had a very similar conversation with Meredith and Hakeem as I had with Dad. But instead of firming up that she wanted to stay with me like Dad’s talk had for me, she decided that she wanted to find her mate and go off to college three hours away. Her whispered ‘no’ at my door when I asked her to be my chosen mate kicked off a thirty minute discussion that I honestly barely remember anything about. Discussion is probably the wrong word for it. She talked and tried to get me to understand and be ok with the fact that she didn’t want me. And I…I just sat there while my heart shattered. I don’t remember how I left my apartment or what words that I said to Fati if I said any at all. I just remember my wolf ripping out of me, howling his sorrow across the city. I ran hard and far through the night, my wolf
Looking around the room, I ask Hecate, “Do we seriously have to do this here?” My best friend rolls her eyes at me, as she lights the frankincense and cedar incense. We are standing in a freaking cave deep under the peaks of Mt. Olympus. It’s cold and dark and damp and somehow humid all at the same time. And it’s creepy as all hell. I know that’s a weird thing for a powerful goddess to say, but the caves under Mt. Olympus aren’t filled with the creepy crawlies from the human world. These things hold baby hydras, manticores, gorgons, and other nasties. No, they won’t kill me, but they’re a pain in the ass to have to deal with. And having to break out of a stone shell would ruin my manicure. “I swear to you that we have scoured all of the tunnels and ousted any of the nasties that used to live here,” Loki says, smiling at me. But, like always, there is this hint of mischievousness to his smile that makes me not trust him.
OK, yeah. This mission isn’t the most in line with what I told Nathan and Freya about keeping me safe. But we’re headed to Tartarus. Other than Persephone and Hades’s palace, it is now the safest place in the Underworld. Since the gods took back their power from the evil army, we were able to put the Tartaruchi in charge of everything in Tartarus. A collective consciousness, the Tartaruchi are four separate primordial Titans. They had helped Zeus and his siblings in the war against the Titans, just like Hecate and I had. They have taken a lot of pleasure in torturing the prisoners there. The only ones that they have left alone are the gods that are imprisoned there and those that were able to free themselves. Some, like Lilith, have chosen to stay in Tartarus, even though they have freed themselves from their prisons. They feel like there’s just nothing left for them in the world above. So they wonder around the levels of Tartarus for etern
“I can’t believe my little girl is going to a human college!” Mama says with tears shining in her eyes. She’s got my face between her hands, looking at me and nearly refusing to let go. “And so far away!” I can’t help but try to comfort her, even though we’ve talked about this ad nauseum. “Mama, I’m only three hours away. I can be home whenever and you can visit,” I remind her. “Once a month,” Ba adds putting his arm around Mama’s shoulder, helping to extricate my face from her hands. Papá moves up beside me and pulls me into a hug. “Mi hija, (My daughter),” he says into my ear. “Entiendo por qué tienes que dejarnos. Lamento que tenga que suceder. (I understand why you have to leave us. I am just sorry that it has to happen.)” I have to bite my lip and squeeze my eyes tight against the tears that come unbidden to my eyes. He’s talking about Caleb. The last week has been awful. Our friends don’t know how to deal with i
Fati left with her parents to head to college today. I haven’t seen her in week. Hadn’t talked to her for weeks before that. It’s been less than a month, but it feels like forever. And now she’s gone. There’s nothing that I can do about it. I’m sitting in my apartment, mindlessly flipping through the channels on the TV that I rarely use. I rarely have the time to watch TV, but now I can’t seem to muster enough energy to do anything else. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and I can scent my two best friends. “Go away!” I call out from the couch, knowing that they’ll be able to hear me. “No chance!” Ethan calls back. “You’re not wallowing tonight. We’re going out!” “Fuck that shit!” I call back, but I still push myself up and off the couch. I walk over to the door and unlock it, not even bothering to open the door before I turn back to the couch. They both walk in, Finnegan huffing out a lau
“Holy shit, Hermes. That feels amazing,” I moan feeling his hands knead deep into the tissue and muscle of my back. I can hear the smile in his voice as he talks to me. “I’ve got magic fingers love. I think all three of you know that by now.” I wiggle my ass against him, giggling. “I know of something else that’s magic.” He gives a low growl. “You keep doing that and we’re going to react how you got pregnant.” I chuckle, but really the massage feels too damn good to stop. I’m a few weeks out from my due date and my back has been killing me. This pregnancy is very different from my first pregnancy with our boys. Yeah, it was hard to carry them towards the end, but other than that I didn’t have any issues. With the girls, it’s been morning sickness, pulled muscles, heartburn, and difficulty sleeping. It has been rough. The doctors say that this normal. Each pregnancy is different. This one just happens to be really
I stalk the small demon through the wasteland that surrounds Tartarus, moving on silent feet as I move towards it. It’s smaller than a human child, but bigger than the rabbit-like creatures that I was eating before. As I’ve gained strength, my appetite has increased. For food. For violence. For sex. To sate my hunger, I’ve been hunting around the cave that we are holed up in. Luckily, we are on the outskirts of a small demon encampment. I’ve been able to find plenty of food. My need for violence has been slaked by hunting my prey. No guns here in the Underworld. I have to beat them to death. Bash their heads into the rocky ground. Literally tear them limb from limb. I usually end up covered in blood and ready for a fuck. Lilith has always been a good lay. Hell, she was the first woman that I’d ever been with, but that doesn’t mean that she wasn’t one of the best. She was wasted on Adam, that stupid, God-whipped little sit of
It’s dark. Cold. Or maybe it’s hot and I’m sweating? I don’t know. I do know that I can’t see, so I must be in a place that’s dark. There’s a presence near me, it feels dark. Like evil dark. Even in the pitch blackness of the room, I can see the shadowed outline of someone hovering around me. The room is pitch black, but even in a dark room there’s ambient light. His shape takes all of that light away. And not just the light. It seems to take away any body heat. Any place that the shape touches me is bone-chillingly cold.The sounds that I hear are insectile. Buzzing and chirping. Weird pops and clicks. But only whenever the shadow is in the room.I try to watch the shadow whenever it gets close. Are there antennas? Wings? Pincers? I can’t tell.Honestly, the shape just looks like a man. Tall. Stooped. Weak. Well, at least he looked that way when I first started seeing him. Now he’s taller. Stronger. And he walks with more confidence.The pops and c
My cell seems to be getting smaller and smaller as each day passes. It fluctuates from extreme cold to extreme heat. Either way, I’m dealing with frostbite or skin melting from the bottom of my feet. There was no where to lie down, no food, nothing to drink. All there was in the cell was pain and the thick coral wall that leads out of the cell. Yeah coral. You would think that I would have been held in by something more technological or magical or something. Not fucking coral. But what I didn’t realize is that coral rock, what the gate to my freedom is made of, no matter how hard it is compared to other things, is extremely hard when all you have are your hands to break it with. My powers don’t work here in Tartarus. Not my magick or my goddess powers. I’m basically weaker than a human because the only thing keeping me alive is the fact that I’m immortal. I have no food or water to rebuild my energy. I can’t sleep to re
It’s been a month since I went to find Fatima in her family’s cabin. A month of the two of us alone up in that cabin with nothing to do but each other. Every week, Jeremiah or one of his sons would bring us a few coolers of ready-made food that we only needed to heat up.Honestly, I have no idea how we managed to stay hydrated and fed throughout the month. I think we made it outside for a while? Maybe? My ass was sunburnt for a bit, so I’m assuming me were outside for a while. All I remember is a fuck ton of sex.But now we’re back in Texas, in our home. That’s right. Our home.And we’re getting ready for my own ascension ceremony to become lune of the Moon Goddess pack.I’m standing in the bathroom, finishing up shaving, when Fati walks in. Her hair has been done and she’s wearing one of my button-down shirts with the top two buttons undone and her tits on complete display. When she bends over to grab her make up case from under the sink, all I see are white lace booty short
I had agreed to participate in my first interaction with a couple earlier this week. According to Madame Lilac, I have been making good progress and the one mated couple that I worked with seemed to enjoy my direction. Though this wasn’t something that particularly got me aroused, it was good experience. I got some good ideas.But now, I’ll be working with a new couple. One of my choosing. Two women. Their descriptions sounded a lot like Kennedy and Amelia and I was hoping that I could at least get aroused. I needed something to take the edge off. It’s getting worse and worse lately, my wolf scratching at my insides for me to find some kind of sexual satisfaction other than my hand.I never would have imagined that it would actually have been Kennedy and Amelia to open the door and come in with Madame Lilac. How could I?Suddenly, my dick is standing straight up and pushing at my zipper. Fuck me! His is going to be like something out of a fucking dream.Holy hell, this isn’t
The inside of Impulse is beautiful. Brown marble covers the floor, the walls painted in muted colors to mimic a forest. Trees, vines, and flowers grow up from mulched and grassy areas in the floor. The branches of the trees weave together up the two-story walls and across the ceiling. The chairs are plush, the tables set with fine linens and even the scent of the place is exquisite. And sitting at a dark wooden bar is a woman dressed like a sexy schoolmarm, sipping from a glass of whiskey. She’s older, but it doesn’t take away from her beauty or her allure. She scents us the second we walk into the room, delicate flaring her nostrils. When she turns, her eyes meet ours and she smiles broadly. She walks towards us, her arms wide open to us, “You must be Amelia and Kennedy. I’m Madame Lilac, the mistress of Impulse. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” She wraps me in a hug as I respond, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Madame. I’m Amelia and thi
I couldn’t really process the changes in Kurt’s body when he was standing before me. My thoughts were too hazy with the need to feel him inside of me. The need to cum. The need to complete the matebond. But when I feel him press all of himself inside of me, the stretch makes me cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. But his teeth sinking inside of my skin sends me into an automatic toe-curling, back-bending, full-throated screaming orgasm. My pussy clamps down on every inch of Kurt’s hard length inside of me and my nails bit into the skin of his back. My hips move erratically as I writhe with the pleasure that seems to have made my senses completely leave my body. The entire time, Kurt’s teeth stay embedded in my mating mark and he gives sharp, quick rutting movements of his hips before her growls loudly and I can feel his cum spill inside of me. When I finally come down from my high, Kurt pulls back enough to seal my marking spot. He hasn
The second that Fati takes back the rejection, the low-level buzz where our fingers touched turned into full-fledged sparks that covered my entire body. They were comforting, full of love and the hope of the matebond. But they also caused a level of arousal within me that I was hard pressed to ignore. The smile on my face has my cheeks hurting with how wide it is and I can’t help but grab Fati’s face and pull her to me. My lips devour hers and my hands move to wrap around her hips as I pull her to straddle me. She gasps and I use that to plunge my tongue inside of her mouth. Inside my hide, my wolf is howling at finally having his mate in his arms again. That howl quickly turns into a growl of pleasure as she plasters her body against mine and she grinds against my half hard cock. I have to tell her how happy I am that she has accepted me, but I can’t find the strength to pull myself away from her lips. For the first time, I initiate a mindli