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As we are stepping out of the dungeon and into the packhouse proper, we get a mindlink from Damien. Run! It won’t be long before he sends us after you. Get out of the territory. Meet me at the abandoned human school outside of town in two hours. I’ll bring supplies, don’t waste time going to your rooms.We got lucky that my father hadn’t said the official banishment words. I have no idea if that was purposeful or if he was just so hurt and pissed that it didn’t come out right. Either way, it made it so that we could still mindlink with pack members. Done. I respond and cut the link.I turn to my mates, seeing their frightened but determined expressions. We would be rogues. We would be shunned by other packs. This was a given. If our own pack didn’t accept the three of us as mates, who would?The fear of what being a rogue would do to us, to our sanity was rippling through my mind and the matebond with Rin. But at the same time, I wouldn’t do what my father wanted. I wouldn’t let
It’s a 20-hour ride from where our pack is outside of Split Lake, Manitoba, Canada to Damien’s uncle’s cabin in Seely Lake, Montana. We make a few stops for food and pee breaks, but the majority of the time is spent on the road. We are tense the entire trip. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But the further we get from the pack, the better we feel. We threw our phones out of the car on the road outside of the school. Since then, we’ve had nothing but time. Time to get to know my mates. Each person that drove got to pick the music. The SUV they got us is fully tricked out. Heated seats and steering wheel, sunroof, Bose speakers, leather seats, tinted windows and internet. The note that had the address on it said that they would most likely be looking for a used car or something that we stole off the street. They were less likely to be looking for a brand new car. So, with the internet, we got Spotify. Each of us got our playlists. I got first go with the playlist. Lots of emo,
The 45-minute ride seemed to take forever. Long, meaningful glances went between the three of us and it wasn’t hard to see the rigid outlines of their erections in both of my mates’ pants. Both Casen and Severn had to roll their windows down as the smell of my arousal invaded the cabin of the SUV. I couldn’t help it. When you have a car full of gorgeous, muscled male in front of you, there’s no way that you won’t get aroused. Especially after the fiery kisses that we all had shared. The second that the cabin came into few, I began to strip. I wasn’t wasting time. Two low growls fill the inside of the vehicle. “What are you doing, Rin?” Case’s voice is low and husky. The sound seems to rumble from my toes directly to my clit. Pulling off my shirt, I throw it to the ground before reaching behind me to open my bra. Making sure to turn to face my mates, I undo the clasp and pull the bra off from the front. My breasts bounce free and the moan that escapes both of their mouths
The scents of my two mates mixed together, the flush on Rin’s cheeks, and the sound of Severn’s groans. Fuck! I don’t know if it’s possible to get any harder than this. I feel like my cock could cut a fucking diamond. It pulses and twitches almost in time with my galloping heartbeat. “Rin,” I call her attention to me. “Lay beside him. I want to see my mates all spread out for me.” She gives me a cheeky grin before laying down beside Severn. Rin spreads her legs wide, her glistening pussy shining in the light from the window. Severn’s cock has already come to life again, nearly completely hard at this point. Goddess, they are such a beautiful sight to see. Fuck! I want them. It isn’t long before they are touching each other, their hands roaming each other’s arms and legs. Nothing overtly sexual, but the tension is building. It won’t be long before they do and the delicious anticipation has me reaching for my cock. “I wanna watch you touch each other.” My voice is h
I accept my graded biology test from Ms. Pickett, flashing her a smile. That smile freezes and falters when I see my grade. An A-. I look at the test, my brow furrowing. “Bhakti, it’s still an A. No one is perfect. You did great, and you should be proud of yourself.” Ms. Pickett gives me a smile, but her eyes show her worry as to how I’m going to take this. She knows how important my grades are to me. She knows that my anxiety takes over. I had a major panic attack at the beginning of the semester when I had difficulties with an essay about cell specialization. I just didn’t understand the material.Ok, that’s not true. I just was having a lot of trouble differentiating between smooth and rough endoplasmic reticulums. But then it spiraled. If I didn’t understand basic high school biology, how would I be able to understand college biology? If I couldn’t understand biology, I wouldn’t be able to get into medical school. And then I’d never be a doctor and take over my fa
“Move your ass, recruit!” Drill Sergeant Moss screams at my buddy and beta-to-be, Nick. “Get your ass up over that Goddess-damned wall!” We are completing ‘The Crucible,’ the 54-hour long hell that all Marines have to go through in order to graduate boot camp. We are in an all-werewolf unit, separate from all the other recruits here on Paris Island, but the males and she-wolves are still separated, just like in the regular bootcamp. Werewolves have a long history in the military and there are several high ranked wolves throughout all branches, some even working in the White House. It’s the only reason that we haven’t been outed, especially since our healing abilities, endurance, and strength are so much different than a human’s. I have seen Bhakti Paribartana, the little she-wolf that handed my ass to me in the middle of biology class nearly two years ago. She was a year behind me in school, but she was so fucking smart that she surpassed me and my classmates and graduated a
1 year later… I have always wanted to be a Marine. My parents found out that they were mates, made friends from packs all over the country, and had some of their favorite stories and adventures during their time in the Marines. They had always told me and my siblings how much they loved their time there. It was the main reason that I wanted to go into the military. It is the branch that most weres go into because of our extensive strength, along with our combat and healing abilities.At the same time, I want to work in the field of medicine. Typically, the Marines don’t train medics. We work with Navy Corpsmen, who become sort of honorary Marines. They are the ones that care for Marines in the field. To become a Marine, I can’t be a medic, and vice versa.But we wolves are in a unique position. We can’t have others knowing who and what we are. And my time in the Corps coordinated with an auspicious time for what I wanted to do. There was a shortage of wolves that wanted to
It took me a long time to get past my kiss with Bhakti. And the resounding slap after. My buddies gave me shit over it for the longest time. But… Bhakti is someone special to me. She has been for years. I’ve watched her for a long time, fascinated by her intellect and her drive. Even as a young pup, there was something special about her. I remember when I was seven and I fell out of a tree. I had been playing hide and seek with several of the other pups and thought that they’d never find me in a tree. I hadn’t expected that the branch would break beneath my weight. I landed badly. Like REALLY badly. I broke my left arm in two places and my left leg, as well as spraining my right wrist and right ankle. Bhakti, who had been hiding in the brush not far from the tree I was in, ran over to me at the sound of the crash and my screams of pain. At the age of six, she took charge and got me to the pack hospital. She had the game called to a halt, sending some of the pups to
Age 21… Charlie closes the door, cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our playroom to us. “I thought that you would have an apoplectic fit with all of the innuendos that Rose kept saying - “ She starts, but I spin her around and push her body into the wall. I kiss her hard and fast, knowing that my erection is digging into her stomach. She moans into my mouth, immediately responding to my touch. The fated sparks bloom over my skin as my hands immediately dip under the hem of her shirt and move across her abs and up to cup her tits. Charlie arches her back, pushing her tits further into my hands and I growl, ripping my mouth away from hers and moving down to her matemark. I suck at the marking of our unity. She screams her pleasure, her nails biting into my shoulders. Growling against her skin, I tell her, “Ever since we walked into the playroom and I saw that sex swing, I couldn’t think of anything else. I need you. Now.” “Yes…” she breathes out. I pick her up, wrapp
Age 21… “Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re going to be designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” That’s Rose. She’s one of the best designers in our pack. And her special penchant? Sex rooms. Because Rose is part owner of The Sanctuary. And as a mating gift for two of her best clients, she will be designing a room for Zak and I. It’s funny that a petite little she-wolf in her 50s would have this type of hobby, but to each their own. And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary were gorgeous. Even the dungeons had class and panache. Textures, hidden places, furniture that doubled as cozy and restraints. And the color palates are gorgeous. If anyone will understand what we need in our own playroom, it’s Rose. “Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again,” I say, stepping into her arms for a huge hug. “My dear girl! You are positively glowing! Of course you are. I’ve seen what your mate is packing. I’m surprised you can wal
Age 21… “Zak, dude! Calm the fuck down!” Brandon sounded totally exasperated with me, but he can just fuck right off and I tell him so. “We’ll see how you handle everything the day before you become Beta!” I mutter out of the side of my mouth. I have been bouncing off of the walls the whole day. Tomorrow I’m taking up the mantle as Alpha of our pack and Charlie will finally find out that she’s my mate. I have no doubt in my mind that she is. I’ve always known that she will be. But having to wait for her to be sure is killing me. We’ve been dating since her birthday, just over two months. And honestly, it really isn’t that different from the time that we used to spend together, but now I get to kiss her whenever I want. Though I will never say that to her again, because it was apparently a line from the movie, Sweet Home Alabama. As much as I love Charlie and am willing to do anything for her, I think I might poke my eyes out with a fork if I have to watch that again. She
Age 21… “Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. You’re not doing anything life changing or anything. Just committing the rest of your life to taking care of the pack, ya know,” Devin says and he’s lucky that all I can do is throw a hair clip at him while my mom and Luna Clara are doing my hair and makeup. Lauren is painting my toenails and she also threw one of the toe separators at Dev. “If you’re just going to be a pain in the ass, son, you know where the door is.” “Oh, com’on. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Look! She’s stopped shaking and now she’s just annoyed at me,” he says, laughing. I see Luna Clara in front of me, biting her lip as she tries not to laugh. And I lose it. I can’t hold back my laughter when Luna Clara is laughing too. “You two are incorrigible,” Mom mutters as she curls my hair, but I see a smile tugging at her lips in the mirror. “Why are you in here anyway, Dev? You’ve gotta go get dressed,” Lauren asks him, cutting her eyes at hi
Age 20… “Charlie,” I moan, opening my eyes and see that her lips are wrapped around my morning wood. Her cheeks hollow and she sucks hard, taking me all the way down her throat and causing my fingers to twine in her hair. “Oh, fuck!” I grit out from between my teeth. She swallows as much as she can with my cock rammed down her throat. It causes her throat to squeeze around me. “Charlie! Baby! That feels so fucking good.” She hums along my cock and I’m lost. I can’t hold back my need for this she-wolf. One of my hands fists in her hair, the other moving to the bed to give me leverage as I bend my knees and begin fucking up into her mouth. My head falls back as I’m thrown into heaven. Her mouth is fucking bliss. It feels so amazing to have her lips wrapped around my cock again. She is the only she-wolf that’s ever been able to take my cock down to the base and it is fucking paradise. My thrusts start slow, allowing us both to get used to the feeling of my cock moving in
19 years old… I wake up to the dom walking out the door. Guess that they are heading out to get the stuff for aftercare. Fuck, my entire body is sore from the restraints, but that was the best sex that I’ve had in my entire life. Whoever this mistress is, I want her again. I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. The way that she took my cock all the way down her throat, something that no other she-wolf has ever been able to do. Holy fuck, that was amazing. And then watching her ride me. Those deep brown eyes watching me and the way her heavy breasts swung over me. Goddess, how I wanted to dominate her. I’ve been learning how to be a switch for a little over a year. Sometimes, my alpha needs made me have to dominate my partner. But sometimes all of my alpha responsibilities were too much and I needed to have those choices taken from me. I loved watching this she-wolf dominate me, but now I wanted to feel her beneath me. Maybe I could convince her to do anot
Age 20… “Are you sure this is something that you want to do, Charlie?” Adam asks me. He keeps trying to talk me out of it. Says that it’s really hard for those that truly love to be dominated to become a switch and become the dominant. But something within me is telling me that I need to do it. That my matebond will require it. “I’ve told you, Adam. I think that the Goddess is telling me that my mate and I will need for me to be a switch. Him as well.” I look up at him, fluttering my eyelashes as I rest my head on his chest. “And I’ve only got a year until I can find my mate, my sweet dom. I need to learn as much as I can before that.” He chuckles down at me, placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “Well, I guess that takes me out of the running for being your mate, pet. I will be the only dominant in my bedroom” His hand runs up my bare side, moving to the see-through lace of my bra. He takes my nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling it until I moan.
Age 18… I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. These words repeat over and over in my head as I’m sitting in the client room at “The Sanctuary,” going over the checklist that Dom Adam gave me. It is a week after my 18th birthday, making me an adult in the world of humans and paranormals alike. And my birthday gift to myself is a membership to “The Sanctuary,” a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom and I’m trying really hard to keep myself together. As a werewolf, I have always had a really high sex drive, but once my wolf came at 16, all those plans of saving myself for my mate went out the window. I’m not as strong willed as I thought I would be, especially when I am in love with two of my three best friends and they are constantly in a state of undress around me because of shifting and training. And masturbating and sex toys can only do so much. I’ve been with a few warriors-in-traini
17 years old… Zak! It’s a wailing through the mindlink that wakes me out of a dead sleep. Normally, mindlinks are cut for us when sleeping unless there is an urgency to it, like an attack or a summons from the alpha. But the level in this wail is so painfilled, so desperate, that it breaks through. It takes me a second to realize what woke me, but by then, I’ve already gotten another link. Zak! I need you! It’s Brandon. He’s panicking, sounds like he’s crying. Brandon? Where are you? Are you ok? What’s going on? Questions are popping out a mile a minute, but I’m already jumping out of bed and pulling shorts on. I’m at the waterfall. They’re dead, Zak! Mom and Candy. They’re dead! I fly down the packhouse stairs and run outside. The second I feel the fresh air, I shift. Fuck the shorts. Honestly, fuck everything that isn’t Brandon. I need to get to him as fast as I possibly can. I tear through the forest, making the 20 minute hike in less than 10. I fe