Hi friends! Welp, that was the longest sex scene that I've written before. Hope you enjoyed. It made me think, I wonder what everyone's favorite sex scene out of the three books is. I have to say I have several, mainly scenes from the playroom, when Dev and Xander first met, and when Hakeem and Gael had a plan for Merry on the drive up to their pack. Looking for 12 comments either about the story or about your fav erotic scene is. See you soon!
Despite everything that I have ever heard about werewolves, I actually really like them. I mean, I wasn’t going to automatically be a bitch to them like Celeste had been ever since we walked into the hotel. That just wasn’t my style. But, at the same time, I had always heard the stereotypes the werewolves were vicious, misogynistic, stupid, bloodthirsty beasts who only cared about fighting and mating. Granted, some of them were a little more hot headed than I was, but that could be said for most humans and witches. Gael, for instance, kept an even temper at almost all times. Diego was hilarious, as was Karamea, though in a more pointed way. Hakeem, Naomi, and Lily were actually very quiet, whereas Sandra and Liam were often fighting like an old married couple who required Bhakti to referee between them. Devin and Arya were extremely down to earth, even though they were demi-gods. And Charlie and Zak were very straight forward, but not rude. All of the males looked to their fe
I’m up the next morning by 5:30 to get ready for our handfasting ceremony. Lunar and solar times are important in our culture. The start of a new day symbolizes new beginnings and I couldn’t think of a better time to have my handfasting with Michael. Surprisingly, Charlie’s there with me. She and I had become close during my time in the pack, but I didn’t expect her to leave her mate and comfortable bed at this time. But she knocked on the door by 5:45 with coffee and muffins in hand. She hurriedly ushered Michael out of the cabin, telling him to make sure that Zak isn’t sleeping in and actually helped him get ready. I quickly shower and we eat before we start getting ready.As she’s fixing my makeup, she chatters about the ceremony and my pregnancy. By 6:30, she’s starting to work on my hair. “I had no idea that this wasn’t your natural hair color.” She’s running her hands through my white blonde locks to get a feel for how my hair behaves.“It’s a special potion that chang
The ceremony was gorgeous. The look of absolute joy on Citra’s face and complete adoration and devotion on Michael’s is why officiating handfastings is one of my favorite things about being a High Priestess. But now, it’s time for the feast. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Add mimosa’s, Bloody Mary’s and cake? Shit, I’ll officiate a handfasting every day of the week. And then have to upgrade my gym membership. The cooks ‘put their foot’ in the food as my granny would say. The eggs are soft and pillowy. The grits creamy and full of cheese. The pancakes with the perfect amount of cinnamon. And don’t even get me started on the steak. “You guys eat all this for breakfast?” Lily asks, her eyes wide as she looks around the table. “Honey, you forget that we’re in the south. We don’t count carbs and a meal just ain’t complete without biscuits and sweet tea,” I say, smiling. Karamea starts piling her plate with food. “That’s it. We’re moving the pack to Texas!” Diego
“Fucking hell!” I give an exasperated sigh when Bella’s Thane tells us about the encampments. “We’ve gotta get out of here. We can’t be putting your people in danger.” Bella looks overwhelmed with gratitude that I’m thinking about her people above our own safety. “I thank you for your concern, but don’t worry about my people. We’ve got them covered.” She goes on to explain the precautions that she’s already set into motion. “I think that the biggest concern is getting you out of here tomorrow without the Riding Hoods following you and attacking.” “If I may, High Priestess, I think I have an idea,” one of the older male witches speaks up. “Please, Elvin. Any and all help is very much welcome and appreciated.” Bella smiles fondly at the older man. Elvin turns to us. “You came by plane, correct?” “Yes,” Gael affirms. “Is it still in the area?” Elvin asks. I shake my head. “We sent it home so that it didn’t accidentally fall into the wrong hands.” Elvin nods in acknowled
We rush out of the house. Liam has an arm around Bhakti’s waist and Diego is holding Lily close to him to help them run. I have Karamea’s hand in mine and Hakeem is supporting Sandra. We’ve got to make sure that the she-wolves can keep up with us and that they don’t trip, endangering their pups. We’re nearing the mouth of the caves when we hear another explosion and screaming. It looks like the Riding Hood’s are back and they’ve brought company. Talon looks back and you can tell that he’s holding himself back from joining the other witches. He’s a good protector for his coven. He shakes himself and starts ushering us into the cave system. We click on the flashlights on our phones as we get deeper into the cave. We wolves have really good night vision, but just like a cat, we need some light to be able to see. And in the caves, there was no light. Hakeem, Diego, Liam, and I quickly shift the she-wolves with us to Arya, Charlie and Naomi while we move to the front of our
“They’re in the air,” Meredith says, having just linked with Hakeem and Gael. I had heard the same information from Charlie and Zak, but I’m a little more focused on attempting to get regular clothing on at the moment. Slade has been kind enough to offer me some sweats and they’re working out ok. My skin just feels tight. Like cling-wrap pulled tight over my muscles. It doesn’t hurt necessarily, but it makes movement slow and awkward. Kesha’s still got me on a high protein diet and frequent meals to give my body all the nutrients that it needs to heal. I’m in the process of drinking another shake while getting dressed right now. She went so far as to tell me that we aren’t leaving until I’ve drained the last drop. Girl means business and is feisty as hell. She’ll fit right in with the she-wolves in our circle. “Come on, Chloe! We have to start packing up the truck!” Slade calls down the hall. “Just wait! How am I supposed to leave all my sketches here? And my band t’s?
The second the exploding pumpkins go off near each of the encampments we found, all hell breaks loose. Riding Hoods seem to pour out of the woods from all directions. Some of them take up positions to protect their sisters, while some hurl magic at my protection shield or chant spells in attempts to bring it down. “Circle up, witches! It’s time to protect our family and our home!” I cry to my people. “Defenders, prepare to activate the sigils. The barriers are still up now, but it won’t be long before they fall. Get ready! Protectorate, let your spells, chants, and incantations fly. Group up and attack one witch together. Fire at will. We have to give the wolves enough time to get free and get them the fuck off our land.” My coven begins their attack, but I continue providing instructions. “Catapult the pumpkins at the groups of witches. Break their incantations.” My sister, Iris, grabs my arm. “Bella, you’ve gotta shore up the barrier. I can feel it weakening.” “You’
The second the door to the plane opens a slight breeze picks up and I smell the most intoxicating mix of chocolate and mint. It’s mouthwatering and somehow arousing. It’s her. It’s gotta be. I’ve been putting off thinking about her. I didn’t want to think about what she might look or act like. I’ve been more concerned about how I’ll react when I see her. How we’ll be a few months down the line. A few years. How I’ll hold back my demons. But the second I smell her provocative scent, all those thoughts are erased. All I can think is getting to her. Seeing her. Touching her. I need her. I stumble out of the cab of the truck, not even turning the engine off. “Slade? You ok, man?” Kesha calls, but I barely hear her. My wolf is straining against my human form. Urging me to hurry. To get to our other half. But it’s like my brain has malfunctioned. Shorted out to the point that I can only walk slowly to the open plane.Then, I see her. She’s pushed herself to the fron
6 months later…Somewhere south of the Hoia Baciu Forest, Romania “How is she doing?” I ask as I follow the tunnel through the twisting and turning passageways. “She is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we would have thought. But, we believe that we may have turned the corner, High Priestess,” my Thane, Sybil, explains. “Oh?” This is an interesting turn of events. Morgana’s torture has been so slow, so…unsatisfying. She has been so hard to break. You see, torture has very little to do with the actual physical punishment. It is about psychologically breaking your victim, making them lose their very sense of self. And then making your victim wish they were dead, pray for death, and denying it over and over. Until they no longer breathe, no longer blink, no longer eat, without your say so. But Morgana has proven very stubborn. It’s been nine months. Nine months of us breaking her body and healing her on a daily basis. Of allowing rogues to use her however they w
The ride from Texas to our packhouse should normally take 21 hours, but we’ve made it a one week trip, sending our beta, Landry, ahead of us in our plane. He will help our people move in and settle while Brandon, our parents, and all of our pups take a little side trip for some downtime. Carl, Richard, and Lauren elected to move back to Artemis lands with us. It’s where they lived, where Carl and Richard grew up, and where they had raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups on their own, they wanted to come back. My mom and Charlie’s parents were also moving back with us. It was their way to see their grandpups grow, but also to honor the lives of my father and Charlie. Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins are remaining in Texas and that they won’t be able to see them as much, but we’ve already got a couple trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friend
3 months later… This has probably been some of the most emotionally difficult months for me. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little male, but we are also leaving Texas. All of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Dev’s pack, the rest of us are leaving tomorrow. The past three months have been about coming to a consensus about pack laws and succession rules, building the packhouses for each of the seats, moving all the things from everyone’s old homes to wherever they are going, and figuring out who is where in terms of pack members and how we will keep track of them. We also had to figure out who would be our betas, gammas, and deltas. In a surprise twist of fate, Donavon asked if he could be our beta so that Kesha would be close to Slade and Chloe. Rin also asked to be beta for Case, Chloe and Sev, so they could all be together. This means that Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the cool thing about the tech squad is that they
1 month later… “Reports have been consistent from all of our sources. Other than one of the fae discovering what was left of Locasta’s body in the bayou, there hasn’t been a single sighting of any Riding Hood’s on American soil,” Hawk says. We’re in one of our combined council meetings, all the alphas from every pack in the U.S. as well as the heads and representatives of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens for Hecate. We also have a representative from the Seelie Fairy Court and an ambassador from the Unseelie Fairy Court. The sooner we can get all of us on the same side, the better we’ll be protected from all of those groups, like the Riding Hoods. We’re hoping that we can make it a global thing. Sort of like a U.N. of supernatural beings. Right now, we’ve got to prove to the fae that it can work. They are more than willing to make the U.S. the guinea pig for the experiment. We’re trying to get some of the other shifters to participate, but they are proving to be fair
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time that I see him in this fucking wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those stupid bitches. I can’t believe that Locasta and Morgana got the drop on Jamal. He freely admits that he was distracted, having gotten a phone call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. Turns out it was just the Crone coven sweeping up like they said they would. Apparently no one had gotten in touch with our techies about that part of the plan. Likewise, no one but Jamal had their phone turned on. Morgana had woken up shortly before Jamal had taken the call. While he was distracted, she directed Locasta to get a knife out of her boot. It was silver and coated in wolfsbane. Once they cut themselves free, they stabbed Jamal in the back of his neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He can’t walk. The wolfsbane had rendered him unconscious and the silver cauterized the two ends of his spinal column. For a while, he co
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlie’s death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace are our pups. It seems like, overnight, they began looking more and more like their mother. Though both of them have always had Charlie’s gray, raincloud eyes, their faces and bodies seem to have gotten leaner, both of their chins coming to more of a point, their cheeks seeming to hollow some showing high sculpted cheekbones. Granted, it could have all just been wishful thinking, but many of our pack and those that saw the pups commented on it. Our families are around us and friends keep coming in and out of our cabin. All of our mothers, Lauren, Danielle, and Clara, busy themselves with the pups and cooking. People bustle around us, but I don’t really remember. The only things that really make impressions on me are Zak’s hand in mine, a sloppy kiss on the cheek from Christy, or the heat from Jerry’s body as he lays on my chest. I know I ate. I showered. I dre
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that I’ve been training how to empty myself of other people’s feelings. If not, I would be drowning in these feelings and rocking in the corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. All of them flood over me like a tidal wave. Using the imagery that Meredith taught me, I let the feelings wash over my body and flow back out, like a wave on the beach. I have to keep my head on straight throughout all of this. I’m obviously going to need to help my friends deal with their pain at the loss of their mate, putting their pain to the back of their minds, cooling their anger to rational levels, calming their desperation so that they can focus on the task at hand. And get out of here alive and back to their pups. Right now, I know it’s not what they want, but it’s what they need. I can feel Dev’s pain, too. It’s nearly as deep as the pain that Zak and Brandon feel. Understandably so. Charlie was like a
Zak and Brandon push through the door, Brandon almost immediately shoving Zak to the floor as a ball of lightning rushes through the air toward them. It slams into the door, just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway. Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprise her, giving Jamal the time to walk into the room after his mate. His power fills the room, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within 100 feet (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given, but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess. The look on Morgana’s face as she drops like a fucking stone is almost enough to make me smile. Her scream echoes through the stairwell, the resounding thud as she lands and the breath whooshes out of her is quite satisfying. Unfortunately for
I don’t know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I haven’t been able to think of much since I’ve been here. The thought of us being so close to freedom seems unreal. I never thought that I would escape the Riding Hoods alive. It makes the frustration that Charlie is feeling about us going around in circles barely register to me. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we’re going to get out of here. But the salt sparks a memory of my favorite childhood fairytale. My mother hated it, the way that the witch was portrayed, but I loved the thought of children being able to outsmart an adult like that. I have read every version that I could find of the story and acted it out with my toys all the time. I even made Mom, Dad, and Bella call me Gretel for about a year. So, I really shouldn’t be surprised that my old favorite story came to me in a time of need. The whole scenario was made better by the fact that Charlie called me Gretel. I feel like I’m getting some