It’s finally here! This is a first for me, an MMMF sexy scene is going to be tricky, but I welcome all constructive criticism and maybe some ideas if you’re willing, since I think it’ll carry over a few chapters 😉 Wish me luck...
Blake POV - As their lips locked together, Blake slipped his tongue into Willi’s mouth. The warmth of her enveloped him, teasing him of the pleasure to come. She tasted just as good as he remembered from a few nights ago and met him with an eagerness that stoked the brewing flame in his belly. His hands dropped to her waist, splaying over her gentle curves, itching to feel the soft skin beneath the dress that had been enticing him all day. He resisted the urge to strip her of it immediately. It was his first time with his unit, and he wanted it to be perfect. The hands that reached for him weren’t as restrained. Alastor’s body hovered behind him, sending a pleasant tingle of awareness down his spine. The Hayre’s hands quickly pulled Blake’s shirt free of its tuck and dipped his hands beneath the material. They were large, rough, finding an easy path across Blake’s flesh that let him explore every ridge and swell his abdomen had to offer. Lips found their way to his neck, lathering t
Roman POV - “Why me?” Roman’s eyes widened. Surely Mini would’ve been the obvious choice, she was Blake’s fated mate after all, and the head of their unit. Roman even would’ve understood Allie being his first mate. Despite his wariness at first, the Hayre had warmed to the Issacs quickly and had been far closer to him than Roman had. Blake averted his eyes and squirmed under the Lynn’s question. “Right now, your acceptance of me means the most.” He shrugged, failing to keep his tone even. “I need to know that you’re okay with this, that you accept me.” A sharp flash of sadness pierced Roman. He gently guided Mini from the wolf’s lap and closed the space between them, settling between the Issacs’ legs. Blake paled, but seemed to relax when Allie offered him a wink. Roman didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around him, he didn’t want his mate scared of him, but he wasn’t as easy going as Allie or Mini.Though he finally understood Blake, after Allie told him about his past, it h
Alastor POV - Alastor moved fast as Roman nuzzled into Blake’s freshly marked neck. There was an instinct to cuddle and soothe one’s mate after the connection formed, but all of them were to mark him that night. If the pair managed to slip into the nest’s embrace and rest, they might not rouse until morning and their plans would be scuppered. He ignored the Lynn’s grumble as he took Blake from his arms. Alastor kicked off the lingering hold of the Issacs’ trousers and drew his naked body into his lap as he sat. Roman glared as him but had enough mind to leave them be. It wouldn’t be long until they were all mark and ready to hunker down together. Thankfully Mina was there. She sat beside Roman, moving his attention to her as she guided his head to rest in her lap. The wolf inhaled her, his eyes darkening as they fixed to Alastor and Blake opposite them. Alastor smiled. He knew what the Lynn was smelling because its scent still coated his fingers. Mina cheeks flushed as he brought th
Mina POV - “I want more.” Though the words were breathless, Mina could’ve drowned in the deep lust within them. Alastor was still inside Blake when the words left the latter’s lips. She almost couldn’t believe he had spoken them. Roman had taken over from the Issacs, finishing off her orgasm as she watched her first and newest mates bond. Their limbs had wrapped so tight around each other she thought one of them would surely break, but as their tension eased so did their hold on each other. Pleasure throbbed deep within her, still high, still sensitive, and that was just from her mate’s fingers. She couldn’t imagine how high Blake was feeling, yet he asked for more. “You need to give it a little while or it’ll feel too much.” Alastor leaned to press a kiss to Blake’s forehead, but the Issacs grabbed his jaw and yanked their lips together. Even from the other side of the nest, Mina saw Blake push his tongue into Alastor’s mouth, a heady groan ringing through the Hayre. When he fi
Blake POV - “Roman!” Willi’s cry was sharp in Blake's ear, but his panic flooded over the pain and sent them all scrambling after their mate. With their limbs entwined, they twisted and fell to the floor, but he was closest to Roman. He had been at his back mere moments ago but now laid silently at his side. Blake wormed free from Alastor and Willi, crawling to the Lynn. Everything had been perfect, but it had gone wrong so quickly. The high of completing his final connection to Willi still rushed in his veins, but it was smothered by adrenaline. It dragged a sharp worry to the forefront of his mind, zeroing his focus on his unconscious mate. Roman's skin had been a pleasant rose from their passions but now burned with a sickly fire. Blake pressed a hand to his forehead, yanking it back at the overwhelming heat of his flesh. “Shit, he’s burning up.” Clarity pushed through any lingering bliss, making him focus. “What the hell happened?” One moment his mate had been inside him, l
Mina POV - “Blake Issacs, of the Blood Mountain pack, travelling with our leadership.” There was a thick authority in her mate’s voice that reached Mina even through the doors of the car. She was sat in the back seat beside Alastor, the pair of them keeping out of sight behind tinted windows. Roman was in the passenger seat, keeping his face averted from the Clear Blue warriors who were inspecting the Luna Court invite that Blake presented to them. It wasn’t likely that Roman would get recognised, the warriors had last seen the Lynn wolf when he was ten, but Mina and Alastor would be known on the spot. They had to stay hidden and make it into the heart of the pack so they couldn’t be turned away. “Do you think he’d use that voice on me when we get home?” Alastor whispered in her ear. Mina snorted but didn’t answer. She was too nervous to speak, and certain her voice would wobble if she tried to. Her hands were clasped tight in her lap, lip worrying between her teeth. She was t
Mina POV - The charge buzzing in her veins, from the confrontation with Oliver in front of the packhouse, only got her so far. Mina carried herself into the grand building, her head held high, accepting the glares and muttering of the wolves inside. Other Lunas and their units were in the entry hall, waiting to be announced as they moved into the grand hall where court would take place, while Clear Blue warriors lined the walls. Rather than join the queue of Lunas, she was directed to the stairway and told to go to the Luna’s office. Mina declined the need for a guide, bristling when the warrior insisted. It seemed that the Clear Blue wolves had forgotten it had been her home up until last month, when they threw her away. She could be blindfolded and still find her way around these halls better than them. However, when she saw them palming their weapons, she understood. They still thought her a murderer. They still believed the note and stood by their decision to reject her from th
Mina POV - Tension filled her, thick and heavy, as she stood before the grand hall. Her unit were around her, imposing, their eyes on the Clear Blue warriors, keeping them at bay so she could stay calm and focused. Almost every wolf around her wanted her dead or imprisoned, but she couldn’t let that distract her. Not only did she have to win over the Lunas of court, but she was a Luna of a pack hated because of her predecessor and their export of silver. She couldn’t be seen as weak and leave her pack open to attack. ‘Be careful, Willi. Even if your innocence is proven, there are people who won’t want you here.’ Her brother’s warning rang clear and true in her mind as she stepped forward to be announced. Only a month before she had done the same at the Diamond Ridge court, concerned about her dress and her hair. Those worries seem so small now, the naive concerns of a pup. “Luna Williamina...” She glared at the warrior when he paused, the sharp look making him stumble to co
Mina POV - The room was a rush of excitement, everyone moving around, getting ready, beaming with joy. Mina watched them all from the nest, pillows carrying her mates’ scents propped all around her. She inhaled it, letting the familiarity wash though her, soothing any lingering nerves for the day ahead. Two new scents mingled with her unit’s. They were fresh and clear like the morning air after a night of rain, but crisp and warm like a dry heat in the middle of summer. They warmed her with a love she didn’t know she could feel, one that was buried deep inside her, unlocked the moment she realised she was pregnant. It had been three days since her daughters were born. Three days to recover and bond. Three days for her love for them to grow so unbearable strong that she didn’t think she could contain it all. Small faces peaked out from yellow blankets, staring up at her with inquisitive eyes like they knew there was something different about that day. For young pups, intelligence
Mina POV - Concern for Blake swamped any grief that Mina had for Sam the moment he died. She raced to her mate, her eyes widening at the gash that carried the length of his body. She had seen him twist away from Sam’s blow, likely knowing he’d be the one targeted out of the three of them, but to see the amount of damage that had still been done made her feel sick. The cut was shallow but carried from his shoulder to his rump, in one straight slice that threatened to be so much worse. If he hadn’t anticipated Sam’s response, if he hadn’t twisted enough, if he hadn’t... A wet nose pressed to her cheek. ‘I’m fine.’ Then he rumbled a chuckle and gently pushed her to make her turn. ‘Though maybe the others need some attention.’ Mina spun on the spot, panic slicing through her, but it eased the moment she saw Roman and Alastor’s pout. She’d expect it from Alastor, but Roman’s bottom lip was firmly popped, eyes averted. They had shifted back into their human forms, leaning on each other
Roman POV - Given the look on Blake’s face, the wound was bad. It hurt like hell, but Roman had held a slim hope that his body was exaggerating the pain. The iron tang of blood and the wet heat coating his shoulder told him otherwise, but it was the worry etched into his mate’s features that convinced him. Not that it mattered. He could’ve lost his entire front leg, or been knocked unconscious, but would still get back on his paws and keep fighting. He did that now, forcing his legs beneath him, letting his unharmed three take the majority of his weight. A searing heat sliced from his shoulder to his front paw when he attempted to put any weight on it. He whined, but Blake was there, giving him a solid form to lean against, helping him to stand. Roman appreciated his lack of arguing, but it would’ve been hypocritical. If the unit had demanded the others to rest every time they were injured, Blake would still be in the packhouse cells and Allie would’ve clocked out after Derren’s hit
Blake POV - The brutality of Sam’s actions made Blake jerk. If how he treated Chloe, his own mate, wasn’t bad enough, he was trying to bond with another wolf just after she lost her own mate. Whether it was an act of desperation or pure cruelty, it was wrong. The anguish contorting Chelsea’s face twisted further as pain ripped through her. A forced marking was unpleasant, but it must’ve felt a lot worse coming from someone she had trusted. Blake knew it did from the way she struggled, the way she screamed. She tried to pull free of Sam’s hold, but his arms locked around her, holding her in place. Even the Diamond Ridge wolves around them, those who had ignored their Luna’s pleas to help Derren, looked uncomfortable. Finally, Sam pulled back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, matching the red line that slid across the Luna’s throat. “Accept it.” He snarled. “You promised me this, now’s the time to pay up.” Tears were already streaming down Chelsea’s cheeks, cries tur
Chapter 103 – I’ll do it myself Roman POV - The tightness in Allie’s jaw worried him. Derren’s blow had been hard and, if they were right about his ability, the hardest punch Allie had ever received. Roman was certain he had heard a crack, yet his mate was back on his feet again, walking into formation. He wanted to tell him to him to go back to Mini, to protect their Luna, but Taylor was already there, keeping an eye on her, Oliver and a still whimpering Owen. Besides, against a foe they didn’t know much about and already were struggling to face, the full force of their unit would be needed to kill him. With the cuts and bites on his own body, Blake still being weighed down after the poisoning, and Allie’s jaw, Roman wasn’t sure they could muster their full strength, but they had to try. Their packmates were fighting around them, keeping the bulk of the enemy away while they took on the leaders. They couldn’t let them down. They had to try and end this fighting before any more unn
Alastor POV - “Isn’t this sweet? A little family reunion. Two Hayres close to dead, and one soon to be.” Sam’s voice grated on Alastor as his attention flickered between his father and the bastard responsible for this mess. He avoided looking at Owen, his brother’s screams lessening to whimpers as the silver took root in his body. The knife Taylor used wasn’t pure silver like the blade that Owen had stabbed their father with. His brother would be able to bare the pain for a few hours before the poison would kill him. Alastor intended to leave it until the last possible second, so Owen would feel a small amount of the pain he’d caused Mina. “Your mother is going to be utterly heartbroken about the death of you three, and that’s before I let slip about the infidelity.” Sam laughed, the sound cruel and haunting. Alastor was sure he didn't care about the Hayre head cheating on his mate, but there was still some satisfaction to the words that let him know he relished every ounce of ang
Mina POV - Lover? Mina was struck immobile with the urge to recoil and surge a protest all at once. Her brow furrowed as she tried to picture her mother on Oliver’s arm, but she couldn’t do it. Not just because it was Oliver, but because it was anyone. Not once had her mother discussed having a partner, nor had she ever had a date. In all the years she had spent with her mother, Mina hadn’t even seen the woman look twice at another wolf. Not unless they had said something rude and she had to make sure they felt the full wraith of her glare. Surely, Mina would know if her own mother was keeping the company of another wolf under the packhouse roof? Yet, Sam seemed to know, and he had lived there just like her. But what about Oliver’s mate? Alastor’s mother? Did she know he was cheating on her, did she care? Mina was pulled from the questions flooding her mind at Oliver’s wheezes. Before he had cast her out of the pack, she had considered him something of a father figure. Despit
Mina POV - As Sam and Chelsea whipped around to face the oncoming threat, her unit pounced. As one, they charged forward in a blink, hitting the front line of the enemy wolves. They moved so fast, no one reacted before three throats were torn out, the first blood of this battle splattering across the floor. Mina winced. Two of those wolves were Clear Blue, but she hardened against the discomfort, knowing they were choosing to side with Sam. If they hadn’t known the truth her guilt would’ve eaten her alive, but she couldn’t feel bad with her unit protecting themselves. These wolves would kill them if given the chance and she knew her mates would give them the same consideration. However, they were trained wolves and wouldn’t go down easily. Alastor, Roman and Blake only took out one wolf each before the others reacted. They pulled around the closest member of her unit and battle ensued. The clash of warriors was a grating sound, the stench of blood slicing through the air immediat
Blake POV - Though a heavy weight riddled his body, Blake stood tall behind Willi. His canines were bared and he stared out at the mixture of Clear Blue and Diamond Ridge wolves that came to do Chelsea and Sam’s bidding. Though their presence was a threat, he was more concerned about Willi. She was still standing strong, challenging the enemy, but he could feel her through their bond. A deep, welling ache was growing beneath her composure as she faced the betrayal of her brother. Blake hadn’t known her when she had been close to Sam, but he knew how it felt to be discarded and used by family. He hadn’t even liked his, yet their betrayal cut deep. He couldn’t imagine the pain she was forcing herself not to feel in that moment. “So, you want to cut me off? You’re doing all this, so I won’t rely on you?” Willi called out. “Rely on me? You did more than that. I was your support for everything and what did I get for it? A whiny sister who didn’t know how good she had it and no credit