Damn...just damn.
Last night had been amazing. I’d never experienced a sexual touch that I had welcomed before. Granted, it was nowhere near what my mother or many of the other she-wolves had experienced at the hands of our captors. In fact, the last time that I was touched in a way that I didn’t want to be, I hadn’t had my wolf yet.I had been too much of a trouble maker sense then. Even drugged as badly as I was, my wolf would go nearly feral when those men even came into the cage with me. They didn’t risk getting close anymore after I blinded one of them. It’s how I managed to get away.My wolf, though, had been very pro-Caleb’s touch. She rides me every time I’m close to him to touch him, kiss him, fucking ride him. And my human side doesn’t have a ton of objections to that.Still, I think that it was a good that our first sexual experience was through mindlink. It made it intimate and hot as hell, but…safe? Less intimidating? Easier?Whatever the word is, it was better this way. I had
Kurt hasn’t spoken to me since the night that we broke him out of the hospital. Won’t answer my calls or texts and he has nothing to say through the wolves that are helping us. Oddly enough, he and Caleb have some kind of odd relationship going. I wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, since their interactions are a little too aggressive and waspish to be friendly. But Kurt seems to have made Caleb his person. Not just to find out about werewolves, but also to bring with him when he talks to the police, the insurance adjuster, his boss, and even Mickey. For his part, Caleb is trying to tell me to give Kurt time. That he’ll come around eventually. He hasn’t completely written off the matebond with me yet. He’s just understandably angry about having his choice taken away from him. He’s pissed that he, once again, isn’t choosing the path that his life is going to take. From what I’m finding out, Kurt’s life wasn’t easy. His mother and fa
“Thank you for your help, Sheriff,” I say as Caleb and I walk out of his office. “I’m glad that I could be of some help, Mr. Walker. And again, I’m sorry for your loss,” the sheriff says. I nod to him and follow Caleb out of the station. He hates me. It’s very evident that he does from the way that he snarls or glares at me whenever I leave the room because of Fati. It’s evident in the way that he barely talks to me unless he has to. It’s evident in the hate that seems to roll off of him whenever we’re around each other. And yet, he’s the one that has been helping me out the most. The one that has taken over helping me get my shit together enough so that we can leave for this huge werewolf city. Fucking hell. I’m a god-damned werewolf. How is something like this even fucking possible? What else are they gonna tell me is real? Vampires? Ogres? Fairies? How could she do thi
I’m in shock that Fatima just rejected Kurt. So much so, that I don’t react when he falls to the ground, curling in on himself as the pain rips through him. So much so, that I don’t react to the pain that etches itself on her face. So much so, that I don’t react to her words. “When he’s ready to accept the rejection, let me know.” It’s not until Kurt makes this animalistic keening sound, that of a beast that is mortally wounded, that I break out of the trance that seems to have taken hold of me. Immediately, I’m on my knees, using my healing magick to take away some of his physical ache. Though that’s not what’s causing him pain. It’s that his soul is literally being ripped apart, the section that fit perfectly with Fatima slashed open and fraying. That’s something that only two beings in this world can fix: Fatima by taking back her rejection and Selene by remolding his soul to fit with another she-wolf. I don’t realize how badly
It’s been hours since Fatima rejected me. Hours since I found out what it would really mean to complete the rejection. Hours since Caleb ran out of the house, pissed that I would ask to be turned back into a human. And yet, I still have no answer for Fatima. Meredith told me that the longer we allowed this half rejection, the more it would hurt the both of us. Even now, I’m already feeling an ache in my chest that’s worse than it was before I came out into the yard. There is a great training area in the back of the house. A covered area as big as a two-car garage, there are weights, medicine balls, jump ropes, and a heavy bag. It’s of little surprise what I decide to go for. Falling into the familiar routine of warming up before getting into the actual heavy work of my drills and my workout. It feels good to move my muscles, feeling like I haven’t used them in weeks instead of a matter of two days. As I work through my exercises,
I don’t even think. The first words out of my mouth are “Do it.” Josefina gives me a sad smile before bowing her head and the whole world goes black.--- When I wake up, I’m in an apartment that I don’t know. The room is small and obviously old, but it’s furnished with things that I probably picked out. I mean it looks like my taste in stuff. But where the fuck am I? Suddenly, I hear what woke me up again. A pounding on the door to the room. And then I hear Mickey’s voice, “Kid! You gotta wake up. We’ve got your therapy appointment in an hour.” Therapy appointment? “I’m up, Mick!” I call, throwing the blankets off of me. “About fucking time,” he calls through the door. Then he just barges in. “Mick! What the fuck are you doing, man?! You can’t just come in here!” I’m not screaming at him, but it’s a near thing. He looks at me like I’m insane. “Well, how the fuck else are you gon
I still don’t know what to say to Mickey about Fatima. I’ve just finished my session with Clarence, which by the way was the hardest workout that I’ve ever done in my life. I’m glad that we just do it down in the gym downstairs, because I can just have Mickey roll my wheelchair into the showers and clean up in there. I insisted on doing it by myself, which is apparently the first time that I’ve done this. In fact, Russo, Jimmy, Mickey, and Clarence are all surprised by my attitude. According to them, I’ve been a whiney little shit who couldn’t get up the gumption to do a damn thing for myself. Well, Clarence put it in a much nicer way, saying that I have been depressed since the accident and haven’t been able to wrap my head around everything that’s been going on and learn how to care for myself in a whole new way. Russo said that I was a moping little pissant for the past several months and he was glad that I finally got my head out of my ass e
I take the ramp up to the front door of the building, the movements a lot easier than it used to be. Over the past several months, I’ve regained putting much all of the muscle mass that I lost in my upper body. My legs…well, they’re a bit of a different story. They don’t look like the twigs they did when I first woke up here anymore, but they definitely don’t match what my upper body looks like. It’s a long, slow process, but it’s better than what it had been. I’ve got a long road ahead of me, but it’s coming along and I’m happy so far with the progress that I’ve made. Rolling up to the building, I hit the button showing the picture of the guy in the wheelchair to open the door. Of course, at that moment a gust of wind whips up and snatches the paper out of my grip that has the information about my class on it. “Motherfucker,” I mutter. Of course it’s flying away down the fucking stairs. Maybe I can find the room on my o
“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