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I feel Charlie move off of the bed, but it’s really hard for me to visually follow her movements in my position tied on the bed. Zak seems to see my predicament because he props a few pillows under my upper back and head. “I want you to see what’s coming for you,” he whispers in the shell of my ear. Both Charlie and I whimper at the edge in his voice.Zak turns to get something before he looks over at Charlie. I see that she’s fingering her clit as the plug in her wet pussy moves inside of her. Zak’s voice comes out hard as steel. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”Charlie’s voice seems apologetic, but there’s a slight smirk on her face. “No, Alpha.”Zak immediately stalks towards her, grabbing some handcuffs from the table on his way past. Without warning, he flips Charlie over on the couch and smacks her ass four times in rapid succession. Her skin flushes bright red with the first smack, glowing brighter and brighter with each successive hit. Each smack of her ass caus
I can’t hold back anymore. I need to feel myself inside of Brandon. And I know that Charlie wants to have him inside of her as well. But me first. They’ve both cum multiple times and I’ve only had one. I get to go next. Using a quickly shifted claw, I quickly cut the rope from Brandon’s wrists and ankles. I press a hard, passionate kiss to Brandon’s lips and roam my hands up his chest to his nipples. “Alpha!” he cries. And just that makes my cock jump. I quickly yank off my shirt, pants, and boxers and climb back on top of Brandon, settling my body between his legs. I kiss and nip down his chest, feeling the hard plane of his abs against my chest and hands. Circling his nipple with my tongue, I reach down and grab his cock in my hands. “Fuck, Alpha! I need you. I need you inside of me,” Brandon moans. “You want me to fuck your tight ass?” I ask before I suck his nipple into my mouth. “Yes. Please!” He pleads. Quickly picking up the lube, I smear it on his asshole and
(This scene starts with Hakeem, Gael, and Meredith’s reunion.) Gael and I had agreed to let Zakand Charlie out of the plane first. They’ve been without their mate longer than we have. Though, when both of them jump out of the plane to reach Brandon faster, it’s all I can do not to follow. But the stairs are almost completely out, so I start running down them instead, Gael hot on my heels. Merry is running towards us, a beatific smile on her face. Without even thinking about it, Gael and I begin running towards her. I get to her a second before him. Picking her up, I immediately push my nose into her neck, scenting her. Gael grabs us both around the waist, his mouth finding Merry’s and kissing her fiercely. When he lets her go, I pull her face to mine, kissing her with just as much ferocity as Gael did. “Te hemos extrañado mucho, mi cielo. No nos vuelvas a hacer eso. No podemos hacer esto sin ti. Te necesitamos (We've missed you so much, my heaven. Don't do that to us agai
The coldness of the table starts to bring me back to myself after the two mind-numbingly amazing orgasms that I just had back to back. Holy hell, I didn’t know that I could cum like that. I finally get it together when I see Hakeem standing in front of me naked. He is a work of art. Selene knew the shit she’d put me through and she definitely made up for it in my mates. I think I’m wet enough to cause a puddle on the floor beneath me. “Come here, Dream,” I say, moving to lift myself on my elbows, but I feel Gael behind me. He takes my hands and places them above my head, holding me down. “No te muevas, mi reina. Tesoro dijo que tenía hambre, (Don't move, my queen. Treasure said that he was hungry.)” Gael growls into my ear. “Hambriento (Starving),” Hakeem whispers as he trails a finger up my thigh. “No podemos hacer nada hasta que se haya comido su saciedad. (We can't do anything until he's eaten his fill.)” The seduction in Gael’s voice and the heat in Hakeem’s eyes are al
I literally rip my clothes off in my haste to get to Merry and Hakeem. Hakeem pushes Merry further onto the table by the time I get there, but he’s still seated inside of her. There’s something deeply erotic seeing them both so sated, but still connected like that. I stalk towards them, my erect rabo swaying in front of me. Both of their eyes follow the swaying movement as I walk. I stop next to them and take the whipped cream from the table. Looking at them both, I squirt whipped cream onto my finger before rubbing it on mi rabo. Judging from the squeals that mi reina let out, it’s cold and nothing would ruin the mood faster than for me to squeal. Hakeem grins at me. “What are you doing, Caramelo?” “Making a sundae. I thought that mi cielo might be hungry as well.” Putting down the whipped cream, I grab the chocolate syrup from the table. Uncapping it, I drizzle some on mi rabo. Hakeem pulls out of Meredith, both of them moaning at the sensation. Meredith immediately fall
(This scene starts on the plane.) After Charlie confronts us, we settle into an uneasy silence. It isn’t until she and her mates lay back and fall asleep that we begin to relax. Kesha and Corinda talk quietly to one another until they fall asleep. Chloe sits between Case and I, her head on my shoulder and Case’s on hers, his arms wrapped around her waist. I have my arm on the back of the seat, giving me the ability to touch both of them. I absently stroke her hair and rub Case’s cheek. They had both fallen asleep a while ago, but they turn into my hand in their sleep. Even unconscious, the bond calls out to them, wanting to bring the three parts of our soul together. But I can’t sleep. Too much has happened in the last few days for me to settle. Between the fight with the Riding Hoods, fleeing to Slade’s, rejecting Rin and our bond, and now being in a new trio…it’s just a lot to take in. I’m deep in thought when one of Brandon’s and Meredith’s friends whispers to me, “Hey!”
I wake to a slightly drunk Sev kissing my neck before he turns to do the same to Chloe. “Babe?” I whisper huskily, hearing Chloe moan at Sev’s touch. “What are you doing?” I can smell other wolves around us, but the urge to mate is strong seeing as it’s been less than 24 hours since we marked each other. Him touching us like this is like throwing a match on gasoline. Chloe’s arousal scents the air before she’s even fully awake and I can feel my erection straining against my zipper. The smell of alcohol wafts off his breath as he kisses me deeply, my brain going foggy with lust as he runs his hands through my hair. “Waking you up. Plane landed about five minutes ago. Time for us to get off.” He wiggles his eyebrows at the crappy double entendre. There’s a knock on the side of the plane and one of the male wolves that we met earlier pops his head through the open door of the plane. “Sev, come on. I’ve got two pregnant she-wolves that want sleep. We’re gonna drop you off.”
I love the look of painful desire in their eyes as they watch me turn on the vibrating wand. I almost feel bad for them. Almost. But Sev needs to learn that I don’t like having my secrets spread to everyone. What we do in this room is between the three of us. No one else needs to know. I prop the pillows behind me so that I’m sitting up in a slightly inclined position, but mostly upright. I bend my knees and spread them wide, making them look like an “m,” my already dripping pussy the middle point. “Here is what you two don’t know about your mate. I like to be in control. Of my pleasure. Of your pleasure. The tempo. The positions. Everything. I’ll let you take control sometimes. I know as males and especially with Case being an alpha, you will need that. But that is only because I give you control, not because you have it naturally. You’ll do as I say, when I say. Or I’ll cuckhold you.” I bring the wand to my pussy, playing it around my lips. I love
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