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So fucking many feelings are roiling in my gut at Ollie’s ambush at the dinner table. Shame that my family is so fucked up and I am the only one that’s able to keep the lights on and a roof above our heads. Fear that if Fati finds out that my father fucked us over so much with his gambling debt that he killed himself. And that sent my mother into a spiral of depression and anxiety so bad that it started her addiction to alcohol and pills. And now I have to take care of everything. And anger that I’ve been called onto the fucking carpet. That I don’t feel like there’s anyone that I can share this burden with, especially not Fati. She’s the one bright spot in my life. And Ollie is putting that in jeopardy. Luckily, they managed to talk themselves out of pursuing that line of questioning by getting sidetracked by talking about Fati’s triplet nephews. Fati had tried to stop them from asking questions, but that pis
Do you know how humbling an experience it is to know that you are about to become a father? You’re not just in charge of that child’s education. That I can handle. I do it everyday on the training field with the Elite. Granted those guys are chronologically older than my child will be, but mentally… We’ll just say that it’s like working with toddlers some days. And those are the easy times. But it’s not just the educating of the kid. It’s taking care of them on a daily basis. It’s making sure that they’re fed and dressed and clean. It’s helping them play with other kids and negotiating fights and dealing with crushes and bullies and heartbreak. It’s teaching them how to be a good person. And how do I teach someone how to be a good person when I’ve been so horrible to my youngest brother? Ryder has had a complicated life in our family. He came along a long time after Grey was born and we thought that our family was com
“Hey, Eth,” I say, walking into the house and seeing my other brother in the kitchen, sipping a beer. I give him a little wave, but don’t move to give him a hug. I hug my parents and my sister, but I don’t hug my brothers. They hug each other, but…well that isn’t the relationship that we have with each other. And though this is a meeting for us to get to know each other better and bury the hatchet, I’m not going to push my luck. The fact that I clapped Nate on the shoulder was the most that I had touched either of my brothers outside of training in years. “Hey, Ryder. I meant to tell you how well you did in your spar against Tomas yesterday, but you ran off so quickly after training that I didn’t get to say anything,” Ethan says. He’s hesitant for a second and then walks towards me. I’m not sure what he’s planning on doing until h puts a hand up to clap around my shoulder. Not quit a hug, but much more friendly than it’s been for we
“You already know who your mates are?” I demand.I watch as Ryder’s eyes widen and he realizes exactly what it is he’s said. He didn’t want to tell anyone about this. It had just slipped out. And it’s very obvious that he wanted to tell someone. That he needed to tell someone.But he hadn’t planned on telling either of us now.“Ummm…yeah,” Ryder says. “Yeah, I do.”Nathan’s eyes are as big as the fucking steak in front of him. “How?’ “Shit…ok you can’t tell anyone. Do you understand? Like only Devin and Amberleigh know that I know and only Devin knows who they are. Like, you have to promise on the Goddess’ name that you won’t tell anyone,” Ryder says, his voice deadly serious. “I didn’t even think that I would be able to say it, so the fact that I just blurted it out…” Ryder stares at us, waiting. “Oh, shit, yeah. I promise on the Selene’s name, Mother of us all, that I will not tell anyone about your mates or the fact that you know who th
The spa had been fucking amazing. I can’t even tell you how much I really needed to be pampered. It was amazing to hang with Grey and Amey on our days off and I really hoped that when I got home, there would at least be an ease between Nate and his brothers. I was on my way home, singing along with Jelly Roll on the radio when I feel another contraction across my stomach. I’ve been getting a lot of them lately, especially today. Braxton Hicks. They fucking suck. Especially with how frequent they had been. My stomach muscles hurt with each one, becoming sore with each contraction. But this one is harder, more insistent. “Fuck!” I hiss out, fighting hard to keep my eyes open through the pain. I mean, I’m driving. Maybe I hadn’t had enough water today? Maybe that’s why I’m having so many contractions? Once the contraction stops I turn to the passenger seat beside me to grab my water bottle. But it’s empty. That’s two liters of wa
“Oatmeal? Again?” I ask Fauna, the witch serving breakfast this morning. “Its jam backed with all the things you need to help your recovering body. And look, blueberries. Your favorite,” she says, picking up the bowl off of the tray and waving it in an attempt to entice me. “When do I get some meat?” I whine. “When your body is able to process it without you getting sick. Again,” Fauna tells me like she tells me every day. I roll my eyes, but nod to the blueberries. I really do love them. Fauna walks away, offering food to the patients at the next table. “My wolf wants meat. Ham. Steak. Bacon. Pork chops. I’d kill for a cheeseburger,” I mumble to Blaine, who is sitting across from me. He’s one of the people that I’ve gotten close to here in the therapy center. “Yeah, well nobody wants to clean up after you vomiting all over the fucking place like they did the last three times you h
Her scent flows over me and I can’t help but breathe it in deeply. I smile at the scent of strawberries as it rolls over me just before her body presses into mine. My wolf growls, the sound rumbling in my chest as I feel her wrap herself around me. “I need you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Fuck, yes,” I moan. My hand dives under her shirt feeling her skin against my palm. Fuck, she feels so damn good. Is it my imagination or do I feel sparks? I don’t have time to puzzle over it because her lips are suddenly on mine and my senses white out. She tastes amazing. The hand not under her shirt grabs her by the back of her head, pulling her closer to me. The other hand palms her tit through her bra. It just feels…right. To touch her like this. To feel her against me. Fuck, this is everything. Everything that I could ever want. She moans into my mouth as my fingers pinch her nipple. I used that to sweep my tongue int
“You have got to do something about it, Alpha. I can’t handle the incense smell any longer. It just too much!” Millicent Chestnut, the fucking pack Karen. She has had issues with every house that she has been placed in. It’s too close to the main thoroughfare. It’s too far from the main parts of the city. It’s too loud from the university students. It’s too quiet and disconnected from the rest of the pack. There’s too much nature. There’s too little nature. Now she’s pissed because I have her next to some of the younger witches and their magic is bothering her.“Ms. Chestnut – “ I begin. “Alpha,” she chides. “You should know by now to call me Millicent.” But I ignore that. I’ve tried being nice. I’ve tried being accommodating. Now I need to be direct. “Ms. Chestnut,” I say firmly and her eyes go wide. “I have done everything I can to make you happy. You’ve lived in eight different houses in the last three years. There is nothing mor
“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