I continue to rub the lidocaine cream into Charlie’s skin, making sure that the sting comes out. Her werewolf healing has kicked in and the redness is starting to dissipate. I move my hands along her ass, her hips, her thighs. Her inner thighs and pussy are glistening with her juices from how excited she is from the spankings. I can’t help but run my fingers along her slit. She moans as I push my fingers between her folds, finding her wet,and warm, and ready. “Goddess, baby. Look at your pussy sucking on my fingers.” She moans louder and I move deeper inside of her. Harder. Faster. “How do you want us to fuck you?” “On the bench, Alpha. I want to be tied down. Completely at your mercy.” Her words come out on a long, low moan. I can’t help but moan as I speed my hand up inside of her, adding two more fingers for a total of three. I look up to see Brandon pushing his pants down over his hips, kicking them off when they hit his ankles. “Look at me, Red,” he rasps out.
The next morning, I’m checked by the doctors and released from the hospital. Marcus tries to insist that I go home with him, as does Arthur, but I need time to myself. I need to process everything that’s been going on. Grieve. Commune with Hecate. Worry. And just let myself miss my friend. I do allow Marcus and Arthur to drive me back to my house in one of the coven’s golf carts. They insisted that I relax and I was too consumed with my own emotions to really protest. The ride through the covendom is heartbreaking. Scorched earth. Rubble from fallen walls. Craters in the ground. Fallen trees. Our beautiful home destroyed. But my people are out. They are clearing roads and sidewalks so that we could accommodate Liv’s entire coven for the night before we move to the Meteoric Rise territory. They are passing out food to the workers and loading luggage into trucks and trailers. They are caring for each other in the wake of destruction. And it’s amazing. My people call o
After dropping Bella off at her house, Arthur and I head over to my sister’s house to pick up my daughters. They stayed with my sister and her husband while I’ve been with Bella. I came home last night after the impromptu council meeting in Bella’s hospital suite. I don’t believe in keeping things from children. Information needs to be given at their level, but I think they need to know. So, I told them all about Bella being in the hospital, Iris’s kidnapping, and Talon’s death. They would find out anyway. It’s better that I tell them, in words that I can control and they can understand. Isla, at age 11, and Ivy, at age 9, can deal with a lot more information than their five year old sister, Indigo can. So, I told Isla and Ivy together, making sure to answer their questions as best I could. They know that we’re moving to try and keep ourselves safe from the Riding Hoods. They know that the wolves are helping us. That we are doing everything that we can to find Iris. I al
I push away from Hecate, anger covering my features. “What do you mean that you told him? He killed himself because of something you told him?” “No, he didn’t. He sacrificed himself to make sure that you and the entire coven were safe,” Hecate says, her voice firm but caring. “He sacrificed himself because he loved you and he wanted you to live out your fate.” “And what is this fate that’s so important that my best friend died to save me?” I nearly scream in the face of my goddess. Hecate stares at me, silent for a moment in the face of my rage. “Do you really want to know?” There is a gravity in her voice, a meaning that I should pay attention to. But I don’t, too consumed by my grief, pain, and anger. “Yes!” I insist. The astral plane changes around us, the stars extinguishing, taking all the light with them. In the blackness, I feel the bed beneath me drop away and I am left on what feels like a cold, hard stone floor. From the darkness, I hear the sound of three wom
I awake to find the left side of the bed cold. Sandra is still sleeping on the other side of me, but Bhakti is gone. Rubbing my eyes, I gently extricate myself from Sandra’s arms and reach over to the side table to grab my phone off of the charger. There’s a text message from Bhakti: Got called in for an early meeting to talk with the head surgeon about my workload while I’m on maternity leave. *eye roll emoji* I’ll be back by 9:30. I love you both! Looking at my phone, I see that it’s 9:15. We never sleep that late. But given all of the craziness that’s been going on and us staying up for the new year last night, I guess we deserved a little lie in. I put the phone down and lay back down on the bed. Still asleep, Sandra rolls into me, her arm going around me, her face nuzzling into my neck. Her scent rolls over me and I can’t help but feel an erection growing at her touch and smell. Goddess, the things my she-wolves do to me. Her body moves against me and her breasts nea
I’m always the first one awake in our house. I think it comes from doing my residency when I mostly worked overnights or early mornings. It’s really hard for me to actually sleep at night. I tend to wake up a bunch of times, so I go to bed early and wake up early. Liam typically gets up not long after me, Sandra being the night owl in our trio. At least I know that we’ll naturally have someone up at all times with the pups. It’s nice, too, because we each get alone time with each other. Liam and I usually make breakfast together in the mornings, sitting and catching up on pack business, looking over the news, or just talking. Sandra and Liam have regular shows that they watch after I go to bed, like Late Night with Seth Meyers, Last Week Tonight, or SNL. And by the time that Liam goes to bed, I’m usually waking up and making my first lap around the house, so Sandra and I have a nightly tea ritual, just talking and spending time together. We’ve settled into a cozy routine tha
When we finally get out of bed, are showered, and have gotten dressed, it’s time for lunch. Instead of going to the dining hall, we decide to make food at the cabin. Liam chops stuff for salad. Bhakti uses the air fryer to make french fries and prepares veggies and condiments for burgers. And I actually grill the burgers on our back patio. I love grilling. I used to be in charge of the big barbecues that we used to have at our pack. I had this huge slow cooker that took up an obnoxious amount of space in the backyard of the packhouse, a smoker, and a portable deep fryer because…America. Land of fried food, right? I miss it. But it’s nice to be out here in the cool Texas breeze, the smell of the cooking burgers and the charcoal mingling in the air. When the food is ready, we sit at the dining room table, figuring out everything that needs to be done for the day. We needed to meet with our pack leadership to prepare everyone for the move. Our pack will be leaving within t
I wake up to Naomi’s scent all around me. It makes sense when I open my eyes and see that her hair is all over my face. She’s nearly completely on top of me, her leg thrown over my entire lower body, her upper body pinning my arm to my chest, and her head directly under my chin, forcing my head at an odd angle. Not exactly the idyllic scene that I’d heard about when people talk about sleeping with their mate. But honestly, I wouldn’t change it at all. I love that she needs to touch me in her sleep. I love that I’m at the edge of the bed with barely any space to move because my mate needs to be near me in her sleep. I love everything about her. Pushing Naomi’s hair out of my face, I reach my hand out to grab my phone to check the time. 8:00. We have a meeting with Naomi’s pack leadership at 11:00. I look down at my mate who’s sleeping nearly on top of me, naked. Hmmmm. What should I do for the next couple of hours? My morning wood becomes even harder as I run my hand down