Still working on everything, slowly but surely. Can I just say, COVID really sucks? Like really, really sucks.
“What the actual fuck, Kurt?! Get your shit together! You’re fucking up the flow and you’re making mistakes that are costing us money.” My boss has me in his office after my shift and is yelling at me. It’s been nearly a month since everything went down with Fati. I haven’t seen her, other than in class. And even then, I haven’t spoken to her. I’ve barely slept. I’m fucking up at work. I’m fucking up in the ring, having lost every spar that I’ve had. It’s gotten to the point that Mickey has refused to sign me up for anymore fights. He pulled me aside last night and sat me down. “Kid, I don’t know what the fuck is going down with you. You’ve never been one to share and that normally isn’t an issue until it is. And right now it is. Tell me what’s going on. Because you are fucking shit up left and right.” “Nothing to worry about, Mickey. Just having some difficulty with school and not sleeping well.” It’s not a lie, exactly.
It takes me a second to realize exactly what’s happening. I feel groggy and dazed. It’s hard to breathe and I have to force myself to sit up. Everything in the room seems hazy and it’s hard to focus on anything. “Fuck…” I croak out. What the hell has my mother done now? Because she has to be the cause of this. Other than the current situation with Fatima, my mother is the source of everything fucked up that I have to deal with in my life. It’s gotta be her. I push my feet to the floor before snatching them back. Good news, I’m more awake. Bad news, the floor is hot. Like almost painfully. I rub my eyes trying to clear them. Unfortunately, when I open them, things don’t seem any clearer. It’s then that I realize what’s going on. The house is on fire. There is smoke in my room. And I was so exhausted that I didn’t realize that it started. Putting my feet back down, I cross the floor in quick footsteps a
Ollie had to order the cab for me. I was just too panicked to even think of the practicalities. Both they and Angela are with me for support. Angela has a go bag of waters, snacks, reading materials, and the like for such purposes that she brought with her, though there isn’t much need for it with a bunch of werewolves. Still, she has a brother who was very accident prone as a child, teen, and college student, so she has spent her fair share of time in pack hospitals waiting for the dumbass’s wolf to be able to heal him. It’s something that she just always brings with her. I’ll probably be thankful for it later, but right now, like I said before, I’m freaking the fuck out. The second that we get to the Emergency Department of the hospital, I’m flying out of the cab as it’s still coming to a stop and running to the nursing station. Angela and Ollie are right behind me as I fly into the doors and right up to the nurse. “Kurt Walker!” I
Our Sunday movie marathon just finished about 15 minutes ago. Each week, my mates and I each pick a movie and watch from dinner time until all three are done. Gael picked his typical superhero movie, choosing Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. He can always be counted on for an action movie. Hakeem typically either goes with a documentary or a horror movie. Tonight, he chose Killers of the Flower Moon. So, a little of both. I’m typically the wild card. I love all kinds of movies: rom-com, comedies, period dramas, horror, action, psychological thriller. Doesn’t matter as long as it keeps my attention. Tonight, I decided to go with an oldie, but a goodie. Fight Club. One of my absolute favs. “My best movie vote goes to Fight Club,” I say as we’re cleaning up to get ready for bed. Gael groans and Hakeem rolls his eyes as he smiles indulgently at me. “Of course you would say that. It’s your favorite movie,” my Dream says to me.
The flight on the helicopter takes about four hours. The entire way there, I have Fati’s parents helping me by chopping, mashing, and separating ingredients for the potion that I’ll need to give Kurt before Fati can mark him. “How do you know what to do? Have you helped someone do this before?” Hakeem asks as he muddles together stinging nettle and lemon balm. I need all of the ingredients in a liquid form so that I can inject it the central line that his IV will be in. By the time it’s drained, he’ll be ready for the matemark and it will make him a werewolf. I shrug my shoulders. “I guess it’s kind of like Arya, Devin, and Meredith with Selene. They just know because Selene wants them to know. It’s the same thing with me and Hecate. Once she told me what I needed to do, I just knew how to do it.” “Handy, that,” Meredith says, mashing some of the garlic with the edge of a table knife. Yeah, the helicopter ride is smooth and we wolves heal qu
I follow the nurse down the hallway, looking back over my shoulder at my friends and family. I wish that someone could come with me. Not that I don’t think that I can do this by myself. I’m a luna, obviously I’ve got this and can make sure that Kurt is safe. But I know that seeing my mate laid so low is going to hurt. Especially since our bond is so fragile. I have so much doubt. So much worry that this isn’t going to work. And what happens if it doesn’t? Will he ever be able to walk? Support himself? How will he live? Trust me, daughter, I hear in my head. And I’ve been around my mother enough when she was taken over by Selene to know who is speaking to me. Selene, how do you know that this will work? You and Hecate have never done this before, I plead with her. I feel warm surrounding my body, like I’m being hugged. I know that it’ll work because I will it so. You will not lose your mate this day, Fatima. I refuse to allow
I wake up slowly, the cold air of the room and the antiseptic smell permeating my senses. I’m laying on my side and stiffness seems to make my body ache. I shift and expect pain, but there’s nothing but the ache of being in the same position for too long. I try to roll on my back, but there are pillows holding me in this position. It’s when I huff out a breath in an attempt to sit up that the movement alerts someone in the room with me. “Kurt?” That voice. That beautiful, melodic voice. It’s her. “Fati?” I ask, craning my neck in an attempt to find her. When my eyes finally rest on hers, something within me eases. “When did you get here? How did you know to come?” She’s up and at my side, her hand caressing my cheeks as her eyes search my face. I’m not sure what she is looking for, but something in my appearance causes her tense shoulders to relax. She lets out a huge sigh and leans down to kiss my forehea
I’ve been trying to figure out I’m going to tell Kurt everything on the way back to the house and I’m no closer to an answer than I was when I got in the car. How do you tell someone that all the fairytales that they had heard that go bump in the night really do exist and that he is now one of them, destined to be the lune of the biggest werewolf pack in the world? Not something that you can tell him as a bedtime story, now is it? Mom, Ba, and Papá are strangely silent, taking up the front and middle seats of the van we’re in, along with Caleb. Kurt and I are in the back, anther precaution to make it harder to figure out where Kurt is, since the back windows are heavily tinted. The silence lets me know that they are furiously mindlinking with each other and listening in to anything that Kurt and I might be saying to each other. I had introduced Kurt to everyone in the car when we got in. Though he was polite and definitely distracted by the situa
“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