{Georgette}There is only one thing worse than not getting what you want: getting it. When Asheron gives me his blessing, I don't feel relieved; I feel scared of what that might cause. Just the idea of me and Cain having sex made Ash angrier with me than ever before, so I don't want to imagine how he would feel if I actually did it. But, on the other hand, I really want to be with Cain and touch him, to be connected to him in that way. These past two days, I've felt like we are the same old Cain and Georgie, just like when we were kids. And that's good in a way, but not so much. We're not exploring our bond as we should, we're still acting like friends. And I don't want that. I want him to be my man, just like Ash. "So," Asheron continues and grabs his phone. Just then, I see a car that I recognize parking right in front of the palace. Ash's assistant's car, "I'm going to leave for a few hours to give you guys privacy. We can see each other tomorrow and pretend nothing ever happe
{Asheron}I wake up extremely early, so I go out to sit in the garden and watch the sunrise while I think and think.Maybe I should’ve waited a little longer before coming back home. That way, Cain and Georgie could have had more time together than just a couple of days, and I wouldn't feel so conflicted about this. I wouldn't feel so guilty for competing for my mate. I wouldn't have spent almost two hours last night talking to Cain and trying to convince him to compete against me, too, not just accept the fucking defeat. But Justin was completely right when he said that Cain wouldn't think to challenge me or fight me. I really wish he would. At least that way I could fight back. "Hey, what the hell are you doing here?" I hear from behind me and I turn around. Cain walks up to me wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers. I roll my eyes, "I thought I could sit here and brood for a while.""Well, I got here first, so…" I mutter and shrug, turning my gaze away from him, expecting h
{ Cain }I can't keep letting my bad emotions and inferiority complex ruin my future. Asheron is right, I have to be more competitive and stop assuming I’ll lose. But in order for me to actually have a chance at winning, I have to keep the spark alive with Georgie and change the perspective she has right now. I can’t just let her be Ash's girlfriend all the time. I can’t keep acting as just her bestie. I have to remind her that she belongs to me, too. And maybe I’ll give it to her so good that she’ll decide she wants me after all, not him. I know I won't be able to have full on sex with her, but I don't have to be inside her to make her feel good. I trust I have enough experience to make a woman go insane just with my fingers… and tongue, but I don’t know if that’s against the rules or not. "After breakfast, then," Georgie agrees, smiling big and looking much more excited than just five minutes ago when she was sobbing in my chest because of that mysterious dream she had. She find
I shoot one look at Asheron and, just as I thought, he is one hundred percent focused on us. Intensely. With an angry scowl on his face and his hand gripping his phone so hard, it might break into pieces at some point. “Ash, chill out,” I murmur, lowering myself on top of Georgie, “She still loves you… right, G?”“So much,” she instantly says, trying to look at him, but I grab her jaw and stop her, “I love you, Ash.”“And what about me?” I ask, looking down to her again as I lean in to kiss her jaw and then her neck, slowly. I’ll try as hard as I can not to rush this, even if I’m already feeling frantic. I have to make sure we both enjoy it as much as possible. “I love you, Cain,” she says, more breathless now. God, she’s so sexy and warm, “I love both of you.”“What do you think about that, Ash?” I ask, lowering my kisses to her collarbone and undoing the buttons of her pajama shirt, kissing her chest as I go. “Don’t fucking involve me,” he snaps, “This is your moment with her, wh
{ Georgette }I’m officially losing it. I know Asheron is not —mentally— into this, but at this point I don’t give a shit, he can get over it later. It’s so dirty and so similar to the dream I just had that I can’t pass on it. I want it so bad, to be touched and loved by both of them at the same time that I don’t care anymore if Ash is happy about it or not. Because one thing is for sure, he’s very sexually into it. His dick is hard and already leaking, but before I can even put him into my mouth, Cain pulls down my shorts and leaves me bare in front of his eyes for the first time. I gasp and tighten my grip Asheron’s dick, making him moan again. I feel a warm, wet mouth kissing my ass, then go lower as I arch as much as I possibly can. I’m already shaking.“Eyes on me, Georgette,” Asheron demands in his sex voice, so I have no other choice but to obey. I missed him so much, “What is he doing to you?”“He’s licking me… he-he’s he’s blowing air on my pussy,” I say and I stop talkin
{ Asheron }I’m not really a kinky person, all I know is that I like to take charge of Georgie in bed, order her around and rough her up from time to time because we both get off on it. But what happened here with Cain was one hundred percent out of my comfort zone…That does not mean it wasn’t hot. Because it fucking was. When I realized my wolf wasn’t jealous or possessive, it dawned on me that I was the issue. My human morals or lameness or whatever. So, I forced myself to stop feeling that way and look at this as a one time only, kinky situation. That’s when I started to enjoy the way Cain was his chaotic self all over Georgie, consuming her in a desperate way. Georgie didn’t know what to even do with herself because she’s not used to such a frantic man doing whatever the hell he wanted to do and pulling the rug from under her so many times. She’s used to me being in control all the time, taking my time making sure she’s comfortable before going too hard on her. I know I’m not
{Georgette}I only had ten more minutes of heaven, being sandwiched in between the two hottest guys to ever exist. My guys. Asheron caressing my face and Cain scenting my hair.But way too soon, they decided it was enough aftercare. They forced me to get up on my still weak legs and go take a shower. All by myself. So rude. I tried to tell them they could take turns showering with me, but apparently they both stopped feeling like sharing at that moment. They both decided, without me, that the rules are back in place. Neither of them can kiss me or touch me anymore. And although that sucks because now I know how good it feels to be with both of them, I know it's fair. It's not nice to share your partner all the time. I mean, I definitely wouldn't be able to do what they did. Share my Asheron with another woman? Never. I would have to kill her. And share Cain with other people? I already know how that feels like, and I fucking hate it. I want him to be only mine. So, I decided I
I come to a halt when I see what's happening in the garden. I already knew Asheron was talking to Georgie, but seeing what they're actually doing makes me reconsider everything. We said no one could kiss her, but those two are eating each other’s faces and only seconds away from fucking right there in the garden, in front of the fish pond. And it makes me wonder... how many times has this happened over the past few days, and I didn't know? What if Georgie has been kissing him this whole time? What if she already made her choice and she’s just keeping me around to spare my heart?I usually give them their space and don't intrude on their private moments because I trusted Asheron to keep his word. How stupid of me. But I must admit, they look good together. It makes complete sense. I mean... they really were made for each other and there's no denying that. I've always been the fucking added number, the odd one out, the weird one, the one Georgie was confused about. I literally make
"I don't like you, what are you doing in my palace? I thought I told you, your family is banned from my territory," she says that directly to me. "He showed up unannounced, babe." "I come here in peace," Cain says and takes something out of his pocket. It's a card. Nina frowns, but she can't fight her curiosity so she walks closer to grab it, "It's a 'shut the fuck up' coupon to use on my mom. You can give it to me at any point if you ever need to tell my mom to shut the fuck up. I will do it for you and I will be aggressive about it. She deserves worse for being such a bitch that day. I'll take the fallout for you." "To be honest, I'm not that scared to do it myself," Nina murmurs, but a smile starts to grow on her face, "However, this is appreciated." "Can we start over?" He asks, taking a step closer, "I am actually very, very cool. I swear." "Mhm, I’ll be the judge of that," Nina says, punching his arm like she usually does when she's play-fighting with her brothers. Cain tu
"I can't fucking believe I said that," he says, covering his face in shame, "It was extremely disrespectful, I'm truly sorry. And I guess you're right, this isn't new, I just haven't fully gotten over it. Of course I will one day, this is still new. But you're my girl, I do desire you a lot, you are very pretty in my eyes. I just can't wait for you to grow up some more." I nod with a sigh. "I'm not angry, not like last time," I assure him, Justin takes a deep breath in relief, "But I don't love to know I make you feel guilty or bad. It's good that we haven't had real sex yet, I don't want it to be a bad experience for either one of us. I want to feel wanted and loved. So, I think what we should do is... put a pause in the sexual aspect of our relationship." "What?" He gets tense and looks at me like I'm crazy, "That's not what I want." "Yeah, but it's what I want," I say, clenching a fist. It's not what I want at all, but fuck him for making me feel like wanting me is wrong, "Not
"I'm sorry you had to hear all that, I really am sorry," the King says, looking down in embarrassment, "My wife..." "Don't worry, I get it. Justin shouldn't have surprised any of us with this news, it's not something easy," I say, eyes set on my mate's. He's totally freaking out, "I think I've caused enough damage, can we just go now?" "Yes," he almost whispers and just gives one last look to his dad before grabbing a suitcase so we can leave, but he stays silent as we walk out, all the way to the car. And even when he starts driving, "I'm sorry, Nina." "You should be. This was 'that bad' and then some," I mutter, looking out the window, "About everything else you said… don't even say sorry. It's simply what you feel and I understand, let's leave it at that." "No, no, I don't want us to be at odds again," he says, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, "I want to clarify, I didn't mean I'm not attracted to your or that I don't like you, that's the opposite of the truth." "I
"Let's go," Justin wraps an arm around my waist and he leads me outside. "Wait, son, I'm sorry I haven't said anything. I was just processing and..." the King finally speaks and I try to stop and hear him out, but Justin keeps me moving. He doesn't even give his dad a look, he takes me all the way to the foyer. "Wait for me here, I'll go pick some stuff, then we're going back to Fox," he says and leaves, almost as fast as he brought me here. I sigh and look for a chair so I can get comfortable, but when a couple minutes pass and I realize Justin is probably going to take a long time, I start wandering a bit. It's so weird that this place has so many corridors and different living rooms. Like this one. It's exactly the same as the last one I entered. I don't know what specific purpose it serves but... I stand very still when I hear footsteps coming closer and then two different voices. I gasp and look around for a place to hide. I find a little closet and run to hide in there.
"Cain!" Justin roars and a couple of seconds later I feel some relief and I can breath again as the huge man gets lifted and my fated mate comes to my rescue. He grabs my arms and picks me up, "Are you okay, Nina?" "No," I complain, my whole body hurts, especially my ass and my chest. The guy crashed against me like he had a personal vendetta against me, "What the hell? Who is that hippopotamus?" "Nina," Justin sighs, still not happy with me. He moves away to let me see the guy and points at him. I know who he is as soon as I look at his face, "This is my brother, Cain." He looks like a younger, less manly version of Justin. "I'm so sorry, kid, I totally didn't see you," he says with a grimace, he's still trying to recover too. He looks at me deeply and frowns, "Since when do we hire minors, dad? Isn't child labor illegal here?" Great. Amazing. So, Cain is an asshole. I sigh and look at Justin, he looks even angrier now. I don't know how this is going to play out if my ma
During the drive to his pack, Justin tries his best to make me feel less nervous. I'm sure he can smell my stress, fear and nerves all mixed up in my scent. Thankfully, he assures me over and over everything is going to be fine and he asks me so many questions to get me rambling that I actually start to get distracted. Until we get to Kallistar and I enter the pack for the first time in all my life. I swear it's like a new filter is unlocked to my eyes. So much color, everywhere. There's even a big welcoming mural, as if a lot of people travel from Fox to Kallistar. The grass is really greener over here, the sky is bluer, the roads are so perfect and clean. This is a whole different world for me. I'm almost scared. Because I know this is basically my pack now. But I kind of like my ugly, old, messed up pack. It has character. It's full of working people who are always willing to help one another. No one thinks they're better than other people in Fox but I'm sure over here everyon
"So, that means... I have to be the one to do something about it?" I ask, swallowing in nerves. Justin lies down next to me. "Not necessarily if you don't want to. All I'm saying is... I need to relieve some pressure," he says, "I've been so stressed about the conquest and scared about my brother possibly being in danger. And you being mad at me. I was so fucking tired and stressed." Oops. I guess that's my fault. Or his, for pissing me off to begin with. "Well... if you tell me what you like, I could help you," I offer, excited again. To touch him, make him feel good. It's my right, after all. But again, Boring Justin gives me a look that says he's not that sure, "Do I really have to beg a man to let me make him come? That's not fun, Fated Mate." "No, no, it's not like that. It's not like I don't want you," he rushes to say. I squint at him. He keeps saying that but not showing me, "I just... don't feel... okay. Tell you what. If you really want to touch me, you can do it."
I wish we could do it again (and again, and again) but I have a feeling Justin will get in his own head again. He just can't accept me for some reason. This past few days I've been doing research in fated mates. It's always what I thought it should be... instant love. Instant passion. Instant love-making. Obviously, because what else is it going to be when you find the literal love of your life? People never fight it... except for him. And why? Because apparently he doesn't like the way I look. Or, he does, but then he feels guilty about it. I sigh and roll in bed. My nose catches his scent in the sheets and I moan, feeling all tingly again. I gulp and my hand moves down south to relieve the pressure, but then I gasp when I remember why I woke up so early today. I jump up and run to put on my clothes on go to work. ➿➿➿➿ Justin and his brother were successful. When I get his text in my new super fancy phone, I almost pass out with relief. He told me a few times that it wasn'
That makes her look up at me again, confused. "We're going to get the territory today. I could technically die out there," I say, even though I know the chances are slim to none. I guess I just want a little kiss. For me, but for her, too. { Nina } One little kiss. This man who has been practically ignoring me even though he invaded MY home is asking me for a little kiss? After grinding his dick against me last night? He has some nerve. "Okay," I say, because... what am I to do? I've been waiting for this opportunity the whole fucking time. I’m not the one who hates this bond. I know I shouldn’t be so easy, but I am. I want that kiss so bad. Justin licks his lips and ends the distance between us, but not too fast. He takes his time, looking into my eyes for a few seconds. "I'm really sorry I made you mad," he whispers, melting my insides, "We've only been mates a few days and I already fucked up, I can't even begin to explain how shitty I feel. I'm just trying to do t