What will Christian do?? Next update is Tuesday, sorry to wait so long in between but I am spending the weekend with the family!
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Don’t feel bad for us,” Christian whispered, as he stared at me. “His own father… What a bastard,” I said, so annoyed. I knew Liam the least of the triplets yet whether I was with Vance or Christian he seemed to be in my head and in the conversation. Always front and center. “Liam was the first born. That means something to some. Meaning Apollo. It doesn’t mean anything between the three of us and really, Liam doesn’t want it. Only for the purposes of getting our fathers out of power,” he explained. “Be easier to have him whacked,” I said, making a face. He raised his eyebrow. “Sorry. Sometimes I’m too much of a New Yorker,” I said, nodding. “I don’t know what that means,” he said, confused. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder and he pulled me close. They’re never gonna know my world, and that’s kind of depressing. Pretty depressing. I can’t allow myself to think it isn’t my world anymore. Maybe not in the immediate future but I will go back
~Christian’s Point of View~ I’d never put much thought into “pampering” a female, it was certainly not something I’d never seen my fathers do. My mother was lucky if they actually helped butcher the meat they brought home for dinner. In our younger years she did nearly everything on her own. I remember it well. She hadn’t wanted help. But as she had more babies she finally let others in. Royals were supposed to have servants, though she’d never call them that. I knew Daphne would be the same. It was clear she was used to doing it all on her own. I both loved and felt pity for my mother at the same time and I wasn’t at all sure if that’s how my brothers saw her. In some aspects she chose this life but not in others. Not all the males she bred with were like our fathers. Well, for starters they weren’t kings even if the babies they had would be princes or princesses. They weren’t stuck up: they were much more hands on and involved with raising their offspring like they should be. Shift
~Daphne’s Point of View~ I knew damn well when I saw this bed what would happen, I didn’t have the will power to stop it. So now that I’m watching Prince Christian between my legs and I’m on the brink of losing my ever loving mind, I know with absolute certainty I want him. I need more, my body is saying it's been way too damn long and it's not waiting another minute. Christian does this like he’s an absolute professional with his tongue, and I try with all I have to keep my mind from going there. Questioning how many women he’s done this to. He’s told me he wants me and only me. I want to believe it. Right now I choose to. “Ohhh,” I moaned, my hips working in concert with him. He seemed to be obsessed with my ass, he had been holding it since he’d been down there. But then again he spent so long on my boobs I was beginning to think he was trying to milk me. Is using your mouth intensely a shifter thing? Does he have an abnormally thick and long tongue? Obsessed with licking? “Y
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Hmm,” I mumbled, as I leaned into the warmth surrounding my face. Big thick arms tightened around me and I felt more sated and content than I could have ever imagined. Something in my memory tingled, reminding me I was supposed to have a date today with the zebra named Hakim. Shit, I hope he isn’t back at my tent waiting on me. “What time is it,” I groaned, feeling like I could sleep for two days. We’d made use of three condoms and I was sore in places I didn’t remember I had. Blissfully sore. I hadn’t even known I would like getting it from behind as much as I did but he literally was an animal with it. Rough and yet a tender touch with his hands. God I couldn’t get enough. It made me sad to think about going back, it was nice here. Even if when I had to pee I had to move back through the “portal” and pee in the river’s cove. Christian was incredibly amused by how grossed out I was at the whole debacle. “It’s still early morning back home,” he said, th
~Vance’s Point of View~ “I don’t know about this. Maybe she left all that behind for a reason,” I whined, hopping down from my bed and snatching the basketball away from Christian. I tossed it into the little hoop on my wall and grinned as it went in. A little gift our friends Jack and Finch got me for after they moved permanently to the human realm. “She’s right there brother. She’s totally open to it, to all three of us. We just can’t risk fucking it up, it has to be better than good. I think Liam is going to kill it with his date so yours can’t suck. Nothing will show her more how much we're willing to go above and beyond than this. The hard part is already done. Thank the Goddess we've got connections,” he said, nodding at Puck who was standing in the doorway. Jeez, no pressure or anything. While Puck was kind of a weirdo, an outcast, he had a way with ladies. He was definitely a fairy that wouldn’t be settling down, not when he could have his pick of so many eligible females
~Daphne’s Point of View~ I paced in front of my teepee, feeling completely useless and hating it. This was how I’d feel when Greta would fuck up and there was nothing I could do. Didn’t have enough to post her bail when she was picked up for soliciting, then again a few months later for shoplifting. Didn’t have a way to keep her ass in rehab when it was clear she wouldn’t get the help she needed time after time. They wouldn’t let me see Liam, and said he wouldn’t want me to see him like that. It was probably true but I felt like I couldn’t feel satisfied he was okay without seeing for myself. Christian had given him blood to heal faster but this was hardly some superficial scrape. The noise he made, how his dragon cried out in pain … I feel like it's going to haunt me. I barely knew this guy yet I felt like I did in a way. His father only used him for his gains, just like Greta always did to me. The only difference was I felt like Greta did love me, she just loved the drugs more. Ap
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “You okay hun,” I heard, as I blinked rapidly and tried to focus. Jesus did I faint? What was I…? “Oh god, the baby! Did I drop her,” I shouted, shooting upright. I took in the smiling face of the Omega, the babies’ mom. We were in my tent, she was sitting next to me on the bed. No one else was here. I immediately heard laughing children outside but not too close. “Ohh no, Jack caught her but please! Georgia is the ultimate daredevil, absolutely no fear in that child. If she’d have hit the ground she'd have turned it into a roll and hopped up with a smile. I’d kill to have a tenth of her flexibility. Jack wants to start her on gymnastics,” she said, laughing. I sighed and suddenly felt extremely tired. Lonely on another level, when loneliness had always been my friend. “I’m Grace by the way, I don’t think we got that far,” she said, offering her hand. I shook it. “Daphne Patterson, though I guess they don’t use two names here,” I said, making a face.
~Liam’s Point of View~ “The entire fucking island probably thinks I’m a pathetic charity case. So easy to attack,” I seethed, throwing a cup that I’d just finished drinking from. “That’s not fair and you know it. Apollo is a fucking warrior, the way he trains is insane,” Vance said, blowing me off. I knew that to be true, the male was insufferable. He had no friends and no one could stand him so he worked out all day, everyday. Obsessed with his body. He was the master overlord in the training fields to the poor trainees who thought somehow learning from him was the best thing ever. I needed to get up, get the hell out of this fairy hut. It smelled incredibly fucking weird in here, like what I imagined being in a witches’ house would be like. Herbs and weird concoctions. Vance’s overwhelming-at-times sage odor fit right in. Tanwen was doing all he could to heal us, though I knew it was Christian’s blood that helped more than anything. It pained me to be that dependent on someone
~Winnie’s Point of View~ ~One Year Later~ “I’m so nervous I should have worn an adult diaper! Ohh, having so many babies has not been kind to me,” Grace whispers as our limo pulls up to the premier. We all absolutely burst out laughing, and I go on so bad I’m afraid of crying and ruining my make-up. Grace had taken a small, non-speaking role in the film but also refused to be in the credits. She wore a wig and definitely looked different, but someone will notice. All of her children had non-credited roles too. I rub my little baby bump and Tyler does too. Our little guy Hawley is at home with all of his cousins, but his twin sisters get to come along for the big night. I can’t believe I’m pregnant again but I couldn’t be more excited. When I see my name next to Ty’s in big lights, my stomach flips. Finch and Jack both reach for me, and pull me so hard I fall out of the seat. “We’re so damn proud of you,” they both say, at the same time. I giggle and rub their backs. *Don’t cry
~Tyler’s Point of View~ ~One Month Later~ I watch my beautiful bride from across the room and just fall more in love with her with each passing minute. She couldn’t be more perfect, more than I deserve… But I try not to dwell on that. It was a damn shame I didn’t trust any of my family enough to even bother telling them about asking to marry her, and then actually marrying her. We’d made a statement on social media that our wedding would be in a few months but we jumped the gun and married right in Grace’s backyard just a week after our engagement. It was perfect. Vic was my best man and Grace was her maid of honor. Scotch was the ring bearer and Winnie gave her a beautiful bow to signify marrying her too. Both of her brothers gave her away, she claimed that was what she wanted. I don’t know much about her dad, even now though he was there. In the span of a month I found the girl of my dreams, her wolf, and now… she’s having our baby. She got pregnant likely from the weekend we g
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “Hi,” I whisper, as I open my eyes to see Tyler’s green ones staring at me. Pure happiness fills me and Hailey is so content she’s still sleeping away. The feeling of his warm skin under mine is all I want forever. He is mine, and I am his. “Hi beautiful,” he says, rubbing my back. I can hear the pups already awake, I can feel the connections of my brothers’ animals, they’re up too. But this moment is so perfect I can’t let it end. “This must be what Christmas morning feels like to a human child,” I whisper, as he grins. “This Christmas will definitely be…” he trails off as his face changes. I look at him in confusion. “I… I completely spaced on using a condom last night,” he whispers. My eyes grow wide, realizing the gravity of his words. I hadn’t noticed either, I was so damn excited. Is he mad? “Ohh, uhm, well my fertile time isn’t until next week but…” I say, as Hailey wakes up like a drunken sailor. *Hi ho! Morning,* she chirps. He gives a dry l
~Tyler’s Point of View~ We make all the introductions and go through all the motions of small talk, even having dinner. Grace has a cook like I do, but with all these kids I’d say it's more for their sanity than anything. Three of them had to eat different things from what we did, and I assume it's just easier than a fight. Because I was that picky kid, and thankfully the staff were instructed to do as I said, even before I was in kindergarten. “I called in the babysitter for the night, she’ll get the kids to bed so we can talk. If you have a million questions, throw ‘em at me! I wish I could have had someone to ask outside of these two. Though now I’m actually close with my father’s mistress who is a shifter, but that’s another story,” Grace says, as we move into the family room. I raise my eyebrow at her omission. I love how open and friendly they all are, and it’s not fake. It’s not forced. They’re not afraid to show me that no matter how much is in your bank account, everybod
~Winnie’s Point of View~ I’ve never had very vivid dreams but last night it was as if Hailey was personally controlling everything. Dreams of pups, running and playing. They have Tyler’s green eyes and my thick brown hair. They’re a bit mischievous like Finch and I adore it. But does Tyler even want kids? Human males his age are not even remotely thinking about families, settling down. He’s completely career obsessed. How can I fit into that world let alone with a family? Not to mention he’s a whole world away from where I live. Where I need to be to feel whole and at ease. Even Atlanta is half a country away. I pop my eyes open to find I’m alone, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it stings. But I remember him from yesterday morning and realize he’s probably working out. The bedside clock shows it’s just past 9am. His bed is impossibly soft, the sheets are silk against my skin. Who knows, maybe they are actual silk. Whatever they are, they’re him. His musk and his warmth still wr
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “Let’s move in the house,” I whisper, finally pulling away to catch my breath. My dick is literally inches from thrusting inside her, it’s suddenly all I can think about. There’s never been a time, even my first time when I was fourteen that I’ve not assumed a woman is just using me. They always want something, always. There hasn’t been a female who hasn’t asked me for money, for gifts, for help with their career. They want a picture with me to post online. Winnie obviously doesn’t need money, that’s a huge plus. She really doesn’t need to work or need a career. So what’s her angle? We both get out of the pool naked, and I certainly don’t miss the color in her cheeks when her eyes scan my body. I hate to admit I’ve seen shifter porn but at this point, who hasn’t? Those guys are not only ripped but they’ve practically got elephant trunks that put human porn stars to shame. There’s no way she couldn’t get one with the snap of her fingers. I know my dick is mor
~Winnie’s Point of View~ *Hmm, so good. I mean maybe not as tender as I’m used to…* Hailey moans, tearing apart a raccoon. I hear footsteps in the woods, and the sound of a dog trotting. *He’s looking for us, sooo cuuuute! He likes us,* Hailey coos, as she pulls another piece of meat. I swoon just thinking about it. I shouldn’t have, but when I went upstairs to get undressed I searched online whether or not he has a girlfriend. Basically … no. But there were hundreds of pictures of him with women. “Hollywood’s serial bachelor.” Apparently there was also a film he did a few years ago where he played a gay male in the army and he kissed men and had sex scenes. So yeah, there’s a definite rumor mill about whether or not he’s in the closet. Is that something I can just ask him? *Why not! We deserve to know,* Hailey says, matter of fact. In the scene we did today, we should have kissed. We were literally right there, lost in each other’s eyes and in the moment. Inches apart. Then e
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “We killed it! Killed it! Guaranteed Oscar performance,” I rave, though I could give a shit about the awards. Suddenly I’m filled with the need to make this happen for Winnie as much as I want it for my career. Not to mention I’m desperate to see what they offer me to sign on. This role is exactly what I need to be taken seriously as an actor. Hawley is strong but sensitive and caring. He’s a beast in bed but also in the wild, determined to prove he’s just as much of a bad ass as any hybrid. That’s already how I feel looking at Winnie. I’m suddenly more overprotective of her than I’ve ever felt over anyone. I hear the low growl of her stomach and decide I’m not ready to go home. We need to celebrate. The five people who were in the room as we filled it with our magic, our hot and intense chemistry were absolutely fucking blown away. Audition my ass! That’s how you fucking do it! Be the first one in, kill it and get the roles on the spot. Tyler Hudson auditi
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “No I can’t talk to your dog,” I laugh, my belly practically hurting with the very idea. Though I had to wonder if a telepathic fairy could pick up on emotions or perhaps thoughts. I’ll tuck that away. He doesn’t look convinced by my response and his face looks beyond sexy. Then again, I’ve been around this backyard with him all night and there hasn’t been a single second I haven’t wanted to jump his bones. Goddess help me. I already had promised that later this week I’d take him to Atlanta to meet Grace. I can’t even begin to imagine how incredibly lonely he must have felt all these years not knowing there are others like him in the world. I feel beyond blessed and lucky to have had such a close family. To have older brothers that are always there for me and have always been there to teach me any and everything. Until they weren’t. The day they left was devastating to me and while I do have other siblings they’re not Jack and Finch. I yawn and stretch