I am not a shy little virgin. I mean, Caleb and I were together for over three years. We’d had sex about every way possible. So I’ve had quite a few orgasms. But Kurt managed to make me cum so hard with just his fingers that I am having trouble remaining upright. It takes several moments after I’ve cum before I realize that he’s licking my juices off of his fingers. It takes a few beats beyond that for my hand to reach down for his cock. Honestly, I hadn’t been sure what to expect my mate to be packing. I mean, I knew that he would be able to satisfy me. Selene wouldn’t have made him for me if he hadn’t been. But I also know that humans typically aren’t as large as werewolves, so I wasn’t sure what was going on under Kurt’s clothes. I have to say, I must be one of the Moon Goddess’s favorites. He’s a little longer than the average human from what I’ve read, about seven inches. But he is so thick that I’m going to have to unhinge my jaw to t
I’m sitting in my truck in the parking lot of the counseling center staring at my phone. I’m the first one here, like always. I wish they would just give me a key. I mean, it’s not like I’m an intern anymore. Granted, I’ve only had the job for a few weeks, but they know that I’m good for it. I interned here throughout my schooling and volunteered here for years before that.But Luca, my boss, says that I’m too young to make my job my entire life. “Go have fun. Work on finding your mate. Fucking sleep in once in a while. The work will always be here, but your health and your youth won’t.”I mean, he’s right. I know it.But the problem is this damn phone. It keeps me awake all day and all night with it’s loud and unbroken silence. No phone calls. No texts. No DMs. Not even a fucking carrier pigeon.Fati has sent me nothing.I don’t know how she’s doing. I don’t know if she’s safe or how school is going or if she’s found her mate. I don’t know if she misses me. Not
I wake up slowly, one sense at a time.First is sound, a whirring susurration. A low, steady hum. Constant and consistent. For a while, I think it might just be my own heartbeat. It takes several more senses coming online for me to figure out what it is.The second sense is taste. A sour, stale taste in my mouth. The taste of your mouth after you’ve vomited and then fallen asleep without brushing your teeth.The third sense is smell. A clean, antiseptic smell of a place that is well cleaned and artificial. It’s then that I realize that something isn’t right.It’s not that I think that I’m in danger. No, it’s more like I’m not where I expect to be. I had expected to still be in the woods. To smell earth and damp and fresh air.It’s then that I start to feel. Not just the aches and pains of the long journey that I’ve undergone. It’s also the feeling of a cushion beneath me. A bed? And the feeling of cool, almost cold air.Finally, my eyes flutter open. And that’s when my
“Mozzarella sticks! Get three orders of mozzarella sticks!” Grey exclaims out to her brother as he flags down the waitress. “You do realize that she could probably hear you from here. Not only is she a wolf, but you’ve got a big ass mouth,” Ethan grouses at her. She arches a brow at her brother. “I’ve never had any complaints,” she sasses to him. It makes Mikela and Freya laugh their asses off while Ethan covers his ears and Finn and I try not to gag. Three sets of siblings, all best friends. Finnegan and his twin Freya, Ethan and his younger sister, Grey, and me and Mikela. The girls are best friends just like I am with the guys, so we often hang out together. But it also means that we see each other as extended families. More siblings than anything else. And Grey has no trouble using that against us at times like this.“Goddess, Grey. That is not something that I want to imagine,” I say.“I’ll fucking kill any male that I know did that t
I hate this place. I have to get out of here. I have to get further away. Away from America. Down into Mexico and even further. I can’t allow them to find me. I know that I’m in Texas, the entire length of the country between me. The monsters that I was running away from are back in Montana. The only regret that I have is that I left my mother… I’m lost in thought, wishing that I had been able to get my mother out with me. Knowing that she had been punished for her part in my escape. Knowing that I’ll never see her again. And that she’s likely dead. Those thoughts are in my head when I hear the latch on the door release and it starts to open. Immediately, I scramble up onto my feet, my hackles raised and my lips pulled back from my teeth as I wait to see who comes in. But the second that the door opens, I smell him. The scent of the antiseptic that is used in this place intensifies and burns my nose. But nearly as
Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I try to maintain my maintain the paralysis grip on Star so that Mikela can work the shifting spell on her. “Hold her,” Mikela grits out. “I’m trying! She’s fighting it!” I grind out through clenched teeth. To Star, I say, “Please, Star. We just want to help you. I promise. But I need you to shift. I need to make sure that the drugs in your system aren’t causing your human form harm. You’ve been going through detox and that’s also going to be hard as a human. We need to know who you are to help you.” She gives what I think is meant to be a snarl, but only comes out as a whimper. “Just do the shift!” I yell to Mikela. “I’m trying!” Mikela yells back. After a few more tense seconds, I feel the bones beneath Star’s body start to shift and the popping of muscle and sinew fills the air. Her shift starts off agonizingly slow as she still tries to fight off Mikela. B
The clothes smell like him and that gives me some comfort. My wolf seems to settle from the rattling that she had been causing in my head. Understandably, she had gone insane when she was forced back inside of my body and unable to shift back. It scared the shit out of me. I mean, Caleb had already explained to me that he was part witch. That was something I knew from the week that he kept coming into my room. I knew that he was capable of great things, being the son of the former High Priestess and the brother of the next High Priestess of the Mother coven. There is a lot of magick inside of him.I had no idea, though, that he could force me to shift. That he could paralyze me. That scared me. I’d been held down against my will for years. Unable to move, unable to leave. It’s been like that since my father died. Since the day that we were taken. And the fact that Caleb could do it without even breaking a sweat…it scared me.I had promised myself that I wouldn’
“Who’s such a big boy?” I coo to my son. “Who’s Mama’s big boy?” Erick shrieks and gurgles, his arms held up high. “Ick!” he cries out in his approximation of his name. “That’s right!” I beam at him, holding my arms out towards him. “Erick is Mama’s big boy! You gonna fly to Mama?” I’ve been trying to encourage him to fly further and further. Apollo came by to do Erick’s six month checkup. He’s pleased with all of Erick’s progress, but he recommended that we start working on some of his godly powers. Though there is no rush to see where his magical affinity will sprout, it is best to have him exercise his skills so that he’s comfortable when that affinity does come. Instead, he pushes himself up to his feet and starts taking wobbly, unsteady steps towards me. “Oh, baby,” I chuckle. “You’ve gotta fly.” I start to levitate off of the floor and I see his little face scrunch up in anger. “No, Mama!”
“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