“He wants us to go to Apollo,” I tell our other two mates as we ready Jacob for a bath. Lethe is freezing and he’s always shivering and all goose bumpy by the time that he gets back home. This time his lips are slightly blue and his skin is pale. I’m worried.We all are.“Why? What can Apollo do that the Lethe can’t?” Alexander asks me.“Michael thinks that because Apollo is used to dealing with humans, he might have better success than what we’ve been doing?” I say, hurriedly taking my clothes off as Alexander and Josefina take off Jacob’s clothes. His baths work better when we’re all in there with him and right now I don’t trust him to stay above water by himself right now.His wolf, though awake and responsive, doesn’t seem to be healing him as well this time. Michael thinks that it’s because his wolf is losing his angelic powers faster than Jacob is. It’s his wolf’s way of protecting Jacob’s human form.I realize that I keep saying ‘Michael thinks’ about five more times than
I know that Jake and Hermes are going at it, Jake pretty much nonsensical with how needy he is. But right now, I can’t look beyond JoJo and the way that her eyes are devouring every inch of me. Fuck, this she-wolf knows exactly what each and every one of us likes and she deploys her skills with alacrity. I watch as she adds a bit of a wiggle to her hips, causing her heavy breasts to sway. They somehow got bigger and fuller after having the triplets. Actually, they seem even fuller over the past few days. That thought makes something in his brain hitch. Like there’s something important about that piece of information. But then JoJo cups both of her tits in her hands, one finger on each had reaching up to swipe over her nipples, and that though completely dissipates as he watches her. Were she a bit taller, I’d be able to smell her arousal, but the water in the tub is too high for that. She reaches me and pushes my thighs apart and she settles
“Thor, Erik will be awake soon,” I complain, but not very forcefully.Thor has his nose in my neck, his tongue playing alone her matemark. Our little godling is napping, but Thor, who had been visiting his father, just got home. And he is hungry.Just not for food.“He’s fine. He’s a godling. He can care for himself. Magic his own food. Care for his own entertainment. And isn’t Tethys just next door?” Thor’s voice sends shivers through my body, causing my core to clench and prepare for his entry. This is exactly what Thor does to me. Every single time.And the fact that he has had my Auntie Tethys come to act as a nanny for our son, Erik, and that he’s been hinting at Erik needing a brother or sister, tells me exactly what has been on his mind lately. The man is able as subtle as the damn hammer he carries around. I feel my body start to melt against his, my resolve to try and push his advances until later in the evening start to crumble and fall. There is truly
“Are you sure that you’ll be ok, babe?” I ask Freya. She looks at me from her seat on the couch. She has a heating pad on her back and her feet in magickally heated water filled with Epsom salts. She’s also drinking some tea with turmeric and ginger to help with the swelling that seems to be growing out of control with all of the rain lately. With both of us being at least half witch and half werewolf, we weren’t sure whether she would take after our witch side or our werewolf side. With how fast her stomach is rounding and her being only a few weeks along, it seems like the werewolf side is going to be taking over. Honestly, I’m happy about that. I want to meet our child. And I’m dying to know whether they are a boy or a girl. Waving me off, she picks up the remote for the television. “No, love. Go to your meeting. I’m just going to watch some trash TV. Maybe take a nap. I somehow have the afternoon off and I’m taking damn go
After I was finally able to calm down from the post-treatment sex and we had all nearly been asleep in our huge bed, all tangled in each other, Alex had sat up and cried out, “You’re pregnant!” He explained about noticing that JoJo’s breasts were fuller and us noticing how much more sensitive she was during sex. Alex had put it together and insisted that JoJo take a pregnancy test. JoJo tried to say that we didn’t have any in stock and Hermes produced one out of thin air. Seeing a demi-god, a god, an angel, and a werewolf stand over a stick for three minutes and waiting to see if a line shows up must have been an amazing sight to see. Even more so when that line showed up and we’d realized that in four months we’ll have another set of triplets with us. At first, there was nothing but surprised silence. And then huge smiles and more sex. Celebratory sex this time. Hermes got to pick the boys’ names, picking “good Greek names.” This t
Stepping into the house, I smile at my father’s assistant, Corey. “Hey Corey! How’s Larissa?” Corey’s mate is due any day with their fourth pup in four years. Those poor parents! They’ll never have a full night’s sleep again. Well, at least not for the next 16 yeas until the pups enroll in Arcadia University. “Ready to be finished,” Corey laughs. He looks exhausted, but extremely happy. Their other three pups seemed to have gotten their mother’s antsiness and hadn’t been sleeping well. He had been up with them and his mate. Ba had told him to go home and sleep while the pups were at daycare, but Corey insisted that they needed to work. Continuing, Corey asks, “You looking for Hakeem, Gael, or Meredith?” I smile. Even though Corey only works for one of the my parents, he always seems to know exactly where the other two are. “I’m looking for Ba. I was hoping that he had some time free for lunch.” Though I know that
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
“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