Ok, hopefully by the next time I have to post, my "e" issues will be fixed.
“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
The second that I shift into my wolf form, I smell them. Everywhere. All over this insane little podunk town. Wolves. Shifters. They’re here. The problem is their scents are so dispersed throughout the town with no clear starting or ending point, I can’t figure out where they are. It doesn’t take me long to check the area. Yeah, it’s spaced out, but there’s not much around. I make quick work of checking everything and I find…nothing. Nothing that gets me closer to the she-wolves, the pups, or the kidnappers. I make my way back to Finnegan and Caleb, hearing that they’re still talking to sheriff. Doesn’t seem to be going well for the human. He doesn’t know what kind of bear…or wolf…that he’s poking. I’m about a mile from them when the wind shifts and the sheriff’s scent hits me. It nearly stops me in my tracks before I burst out running. Frantically, I mindlink both Finnegan and Caleb, I scent the she-wolves and pu
The conditions that the women and girls were kept in are deplorable. The are kept in cold, dank cells and are obviously fed very little. Many are drugged beyond understanding what is happening to them, especially the children. I’m constantly having to bite back curses as I see the effects of the silver on their skin. Burns and scars that will never heel, just like the ones that on Ciara’s wrists. Finn, Ethan, and I are busy trying to get the women and kids out of their bonds and into the main lobby. That is after we cleared the bodies. Wouldn’t do to scare the shit out of them while we’re in the process of trying to rescue them. All of the cells are labeled with eh women’s names, so it’s easy to know their names. We take pictures on our cell phones of the name tags and them so that we know who they are. We’re halfway through the cells when Ethan calls me over. “Dude, I found something.” Moving over to him, I look at t
“BLAKE!” I cry out, tackling her from behind. She screams and I can’t help but dissolve in giggles. I love catching my twin off guard. Especially when she’s in the middle of training. Kennedy has been stationed Wyoming for the last several years. When we were about eight or nine, there was a huge boom in pregnancies in the Wyoming part of the pack. Seems that when some witches helped settle a new well for the wolves, one of their spells has some unintentional consequences for wolves, making them super fertile beyond the point where the birth control pill that we developed for werewolves. As these kids have grown, we’ve had to pour resources into this area. Happily, but consistently. They need more food, more clothing, more education, and a variety of other resources that we as a pack gave them. Now, it’s time for high school education before they come to Arcadia University and that is why Blake is here. She is an athlete, a runner that nearly beat Herm
“Are you sure that you’re ok?” Ollie asks me. “I can stick around until it’s time for you to go, you know.” I look over at my best friend and give them the best smile that I’m able to summon up. “I’ll be fine, Ollie. I have to finish proof-reading and turn in this paper before I leave. I’ll grab an Uber to the train station. It’ll be fine.” “Yeah, I know that you’ll physically be fine. But I don’t like that you’re going to be here by yourself. With everyone going back to their home, you’ll have no emotional support in case something happens,” they say. That makes my smile almost break. “Nothing’s going to happen, Ollie. He hasn’t contacted me in nearly a month.” Three weeks, two days, 10 hours, and 23 minutes to be exact. But who’s counting? Definitely not me. “You know that he’s been around. We’ve all smelled him and Javi has seen him outside twice. He’s just being stupid. And it would be just like a stupid boy to try and corner you while we aren’t here.” Ollie co
It’s Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday of the year. I can’t believe that it’s something that wasn’t a part of the werewolf holiday pack until after my parents were mated and witches came to join us. We had only stuck to the holidays marked by Selene, with some passing nods to the holidays that humans celebrate. But with the inclusion of the covens into our pack has brought a wide variety of times of celebration. Christmas, Beltane, Samhair, Fourth of July. Holidays every month, sometimes multiple times each month. Feasting, presents, singing, fun, and family. It really is a good time for all involved. But, like I said, Thanksgiving is my favorite. The entire pack gets together, bringing together a potluck of foods. We eat until our hearts’ content and then the afternoon is full of games. Cornhole. Ladder golf. Tackle football. Poker. Throughout the day we wander from eating and gaming and fellowship. Other than eating a shit ton of food, there’s nothing that has to b
“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