“Please let me in!” His voice continues; a gentle loving tone. He isn’t going to give up is he?
The lump in my throat makes it difficult to talk, along with the plummeting tears streaking my face, “can you-,” I cough to clear my throat, “can you get Adrianna?” I ask through the door; I have to tell her- she deserves to know what is going on.
I won’t lie to her like our family have done for so long.
“Of course, I’ll be right back.”
I’m guessing he knows. Everyone knows- I was told by the pack council of the news. News I didn’t want- but had to hear.
I rise from the floor where I fell to during the phone call and wander over to the arched window, sitting on the ledge, curling in on myself in hopes of comfort.
When Derrick and Adrianna enter, I hastily wipe the tears away and hold out my hand for my little sister; too young to deal w
(Douglas POV)That was awful; I hated being here…That man tried to kill me, but what was worse, the part that really took the biscuit was how this was affecting Virginia. I could handle my hatred, my anger but for her, this wasn’t just those two insignificant emotions; this was the death of her father. This was the end of their relationship.My mate had just lost her father; nobody deserves to lose their parent so young.Part of me wanted to run up there and kill him myself, but the stronger part, the loving part wanted to end this and punish Jackson in another way; give Virginia the out she needed… but I just couldn’t do it. For my pack, he needed to die.For me to give him a chance could endanger the entire pack; that would be selfish. I had to let this happen- it wasn’t my place to make decisions of such magnitude.As soon as Jackson’s head rolled into the weave basket, Virginia g
(Derrick POV)This week has been… eventful for want of a better word.The two horrible deaths have been highly traumatic and in turn have shaken the family; so much has happened and so many emotions have wreaked havoc on us.My mate wasn’t coping as well as she made out with her father’s death, my brother was torn as to whom he should be comforting- Virginia and Adrianna or Bethany, Bethany was a nervous wreck, continuously sobbing at the loss of her mother; mum was worried by the effect her behaviour could be causing the baby, my nephew, and here I was, trying to support and handle everyone’s abrupt mood swings while come to terms with the events myself.I knew I hadn’t lost someone special to me, but Jackson had been the man I watched torturing my twin, and had been the father of my mate. It was horrible to experience; to watch with my own eyes without knowing what to do or say to anyone. Mrs Foster on
(Virginia's POV)I couldn’t help it.My body burned, somewhere explored in the bottom of my belly ached and it hurt so damn bad. I couldn’t put it out. I was on fire from the inside out.I knew what this was but I couldn’t help but sob and writhe at the unfamiliar sensations wracking my body. I felt like I was going to combust there and then. Nothing in my life has felt this good yet bad. It felt… taboo? It couldn’t be normal to feel like this.My mates, my wonderful men were stood there talking… FUCKING TALKING while I’m suffering.“Just- just,” I pant heavily, wearily, “put. The. Fire. Out. Now.”I felt alive but weak, a live wire but suffering all at once. It was a heady yet tormenting mix and I couldn’t control my body nor my mouth.“Just fucking do it already! SHUT UP AND DO SOMETHING!” I was becoming impatient. I couldn&rsqu
“Hhhhooollllyyyyyyyyy ffffuuuucccckkkkk!” I cried out, my back arching once more and another mind blowing climax taking hold, sending me flying. I was cumming so hard, I couldn't help the noises I made, I couldn’t help the tremors, nor the rough grip my fingers had on Derrick’s hair, holding him to my breast. I was in ecstasy.Down, my body slumped into the duvet, my chest heaving as I tried to calm down from that eye-popping experience, but no sooner had it ended did my body begin to burn all over again.I was hot, fiercely out of control when it came to what my body needed and whimpering all over again. This was it, neither one of my mates could deny it anymore.I needed to mate, and I had to mate the both of them or I would still suffer.“Mate me,” I beg, “mark me. I’m yours.”This was it; I was officially giving myself to these men.In the back of my mind, I wondered whether Douglas w
“If. You. Want. This. To. Last. You. Will. Stop. That.” Douglas grunts, and I notice he’s gritting his teeth; oh my scratching was getting him worked up.Oops I mouth making him smirk, and I withdraw my nails, just holding him close instead and with my feet, I push against his bare ass, begging for more of what he just gave me. It was magnificent.He obviously took note of this movement and rammed deep, making me groan out loud; holy frickin lord, yes yes yes! Words couldn’t describe the sensations circling my body at this very moment, I just couldn’t get enough.Deep, hard thrusts over and over sent my body rising again. I never knew it could be like this! I needed more, I needed that burn to disintegrate and only these men could do it. My moans filled the rooms and I wasn’t embarrassed by them, I welcomed the expressions of my pleasure; showing my mate how wonderful he made my body feel.I could feel the build-up tens
(Derrick POV)Okkaaaaayyy…I knew mum, dad and Kol were still at it like bunnies; I’d heard them so many times, caught them at it all over the house so many times too, but I didn’t like to think about it. They were our parents for heaven's sake.More siblings on the way? And Douglas’s sprong too?This house is gonna be so crowded!Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for mum; she loved us all but had voiced her ache for another baby. She just never seemed finished with having children, but she was old! I just didn’t like to envisage my parents getting down and dirty.I’m sure we’ll manage. It’ll just take a bit of work to get used to.Babies, babies, babies.I would love it if Virginia got pregnant, but I wouldn’t lay that on her yet. She was young; we were all young, and I wouldn’t demand children from her until she was ready.But just imagining i
(Bethany POV)The news that Katerina was pregnant was awesome! No wonder she was so excited to come baby shopping with me; broody and thrilled about her expectancy.I wanted to get up and congratulate her but I couldn’t move; I’d been trying to hide it since lunchtime. I’d been suffering with these strong tightening pains, radiating heated agony from the small of my back, right round over and around my big belly. These weren’t like the Braxton hicks I had been experiencing- this was stronger, more powerful, and I wasn’t able to ignore them anymore.I wanted to cry so badly but forced it back, determined not to make a fuss over it; women did this with no drugs all the time. I would be no different.I had a birthing plan; I was going to stick to it!Only now when everyone was finally back to the film- the film I was flat out unable to concentrate on did the agony control my breathing. I was attempting
(Derrick POV)First things first, I was an uncle! I couldn’t look at Maddox without grinning; that boy was the absolute spit of his dad and nobody could disagree with that statement.It wasn’t difficult to adjust to a new baby in the house… and soon there’ll be another!Nappies, bottles and crying.Fun!Maddox has been with us for nearly a month now and was loved by the whole family and then some… nearly the entire pack has been round to meet the future Alpha. He was a hot topic and accepted; Douglas sure had no problem showing him off!Virginia was helping, but also fighting to take a step back to let him bond with his son which was coming along nicely; and the relationships between myself and him, and with Virginia were just getting so much better.Douglas had done a complete turnaround, he was playing the doting dad and the attentive mate all the while keeping close
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a