Hey guys - Had someone on In$ta ask very nicely for an extra update this weekend, so here ya go. It seems like Bhakti's first instinct when things get hard interpersonally is to run. Girl's gotta work on that one. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
The scent I wake up to—mint mixed with cedarwood and bergamot—is the most intoxicating, grounding, and utterly familiar scent I’ve ever smelled. It wraps around me like a whispered promise, comforting and electric all at once.Why do I know this scent?It tugs at something deep inside me, pulling at memories I can’t quite reach. But none of it matters—not right now. The only thing that matters is finding the source.I throw off my covers and bolt out of bed, completely unconcerned with the fact that I’m wearing nothing but a form-fitting tank top and tiny sleep shorts that barely count as clothing. My hair whips behind me, wild and unbound, but I don’t care.Nothing matters but the pull.I rip my door open and practically fly down the stairs, ignoring the sounds of my family stirring in confusion. My mate is out there. I can feel him.The moment I burst onto the porch, the cool morning air does nothing to quell the fire raging in my veins. I inhale deeply, spinning in a slow circle as
I have never been this nervous in my entire life.I mean, I’m a werewolf, an alpha, a Marine who has seen combat—there isn’t much that should faze me. But knowing that I’m about to take my mate, my fated mate, the she-wolf of my dreams on our first date?I’m a wreck.I fumble with my tie in the mirror, my hands clumsy and uncoordinated, my brain running in circles. I have no idea what to do with myself. How do I breathe normally? Am I standing weird? What if I go all goo-goo-eyed on her like I did when we first saw each other in the medic tent at Camp Selene?What if I say something stupid and completely blow my chance?What if—Nick groans from behind me, his voice full of exasperation and amusement. “Dude. Stop. You’re spiraling. I can see it happening in real time.”He bats my hands away from my tie and starts tying it for me, muttering something about how he should start charging for emotional labor.I take a shaky breath, my reflection still looking stressed as hell.“I don’t know
I wake to pleasure zinging through my core. Lips are wrapped around my clit, sucking hard, as fingers push into my opening.“Laurel…” I breathe out. My hands fly to the back of her head, holding her in place as I pull my legs up and rock my hips against her mouth. She curls two fingers inside me, flicking her tongue against my clit in time with the thrusts.Laurel smirks up at me, her face glistening with my wetness. “Good morning, baby.”“Fuck, yeah, it is,” I purr, tugging her mouth back to my core.She chuckles against me, her tongue swirling as she increases the pressure of her fingertips.“Play with those titties, baby.” Her words are punctuated by a sharp bite to my clit. A strangled moan rips from my throat as my hands slide from her hair down my body.I cup my breasts, kneading them as she watches.Laurel hums her appreciation, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up my spine. I pinch my nipples between my fingers, rolling them as heat floods my belly.“Oh, Goddess! Laurel—
We were supposed to have a month at home. I know that sounds like a long time to some people in the military, but after spending 13 months in combat—knowing we were about to go back for another tour—it didn’t feel like enough. We needed time to reconnect with our families, clear our heads, and brace ourselves for the return to war.But things were heating up in Fallujah. Again.There had always been daily skirmishes. Our soldiers were constantly running operations, trying to keep people safe. But now, the insurgents left behind after the first battle were growing bolder. Small-scale attacks were multiplying across the region. It was only a matter of time before a second full-scale battle broke out.A week before we were set to return to base—this time to Camp Pendleton—we got the call. They wanted us back early. They needed to get us reintegrated, run us through training again, and prep us for deployment sooner than expected.Bhakti and I had been getting closer, and I could feel her c
I barely register Commander Clove barking orders through the medical tent. "We got injured coming in! ETA five minutes. Three reds, two yellows, five greens, two blacks. They're a mix of human and wolves—check the tags before you treat. Paribartana, take your team and set up triage, then scrub in for surgery. Fleet, get three surgical suites prepped. You all know your assignments. Move!""Aye, sir!" We echo in unison.The chaos begins immediately. Reds need immediate surgery—gut shots, chest wounds, massive blood loss. Yellows are critical but stable—severe burns, major fractures, soft tissue damage. Greens can walk—they’ll need splints, stitches, pain management. And the blacks… the ones we can’t save.I can handle blood. I can handle battlefield medicine. But I still can’t handle them.I force my hands to keep moving as my team sets up. We know the drill. We've done this too many times before.But all I can think about is Liam.He’s been gone for two days. Two days of silence. Two da
Consciousness returns slowly.First, it’s smell—a mixture of antiseptic, blood, and something familiar. Something warm, safe, comforting.Then, sound—the soft whoosh of footsteps, the murmur of voices just beyond my reach, the steady beeping of machines.Then, touch—the dull throb of pain in my right side and the warmth of something—someone—pressed against my left.Finally, sight. My eyelids flutter open, and I blink against the harsh glow of the halogen lights.The medical tent.IV lines snake into my arm. Machines surround me. My bed is boxed in by three curtain dividers, offering a semblance of privacy. I shift slightly, trying to ease the ache in my muscles—Pain lances through my right side, sharp and immediate.I freeze. My breath hitches. My chest tightens in response, and for a moment, panic spikes—Then I feel it.A body curled against me, warm and steady. A familiar scent. Lotus flower and vanilla.Bhakti.Her dark lashes flutter, and within seconds, her warm, sleep-heavy gaz
Liam had no idea what I was planning when we arrived at couples' housing on base in Germany.Our supervisors knew. Base command knew. Hell, even the kid who drove us here seemed to know.But Liam? Completely clueless.I suppose that’s my fault.We’d agreed we wouldn’t mark or mate each other until the six-month timeline was up—and we weren’t even halfway there. He was probably too afraid to assume that this house meant anything more than a convenient place for my “official” role as his caregiver.I was going to dispel that notion real quick.The second the driver leaves, Liam starts talking."Little shit! I don't like how he looked at you—"But I can’t wait any longer.Grabbing his uninjured shoulder, I yank him toward me and crush my lips to his, devouring him with the kind of hunger I’ve been suppressing since the moment he woke up in the medic tent.I shove him against the wall, my hands tearing at his clothes. He won’t be needing them for the rest of the time we’re here anyway.I
“I can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow, cabrón (asshole)! Who am I gonna show up when pulling ass at the bar?” Elliott shouts across the mess hall, setting off an uproar of laughter around the room. It’s a running joke that between Elliott’s down-home, Southern, good ol’ boy looks and my exotic Spanish features and accent, the two of us have slept with just about every male and she-wolf in camp—including some of the officers.I’m not saying I’m a man-whore. I’m also not not saying I’m a man-whore. I just really, really like sex.“Idiota (Idiot). You can’t beat me with that gringo accent! Now you’ll at least be someone’s first choice instead of leftovers when I’m occupied,” I call back good-naturedly.Shouts of “Oh, shit!” and “Damn!” echo through the hall as Elliott throws his head back, laughing his ass off.I’m going to miss this. The teasing, the banter, the camaraderie. As part of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) unit in the Navy, we’re a small, elite group deployed togeth
Age 21Charlie closes the door, still cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our new playroom. “I thought you were going to have an apoplectic fit with all those innuendos Rose kept—”Before she can finish, I spin her around and press her against the wall, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. My erection presses urgently into her stomach as she moans against my lips, instantly responding to my touch. The sparks from our mate bond ignite over my skin as my hands slip beneath her shirt, trailing up her abs to cup her tits.Charlie arches into my palms, pushing her full breasts further into my grip. Growling, I pull away from her mouth to latch onto her mate mark, sucking at the mark of our unity. She cries out in pleasure, nails digging into my shoulders.“Ever since we stepped into that playroom and I saw the sex swing, it’s all I could think about,” I rasp against her skin. “I need you. Now.”“Yes,” she breathes out eagerly.I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my wais
Age 21“Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” Rose bursts through the door, enthusiasm radiating off her. She’s one of the best designers in our pack—and her special talent? Sex rooms.Rose is also part-owner of The Sanctuary. As a mating gift for two of her favorite clients, she's designing a private playroom for Zak and me. It's funny that a petite little she-wolf in her fifties would have such a particular hobby, but to each their own.And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary are stunning. Even the dungeons have class and sophistication—beautiful textures, secret compartments, furniture that's as comfortable as it is restraining. The color palettes alone are breathtaking.If anyone can understand exactly what we need in our playroom, it's Rose.“Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again!” I step into her open arms, returning her huge hug.“My dear girl! You’re positively glowing! Of course you are
Age 21“Zak, dude! Calm the fuck down!” Brandon sounds completely exasperated, but he can fuck right off, and I tell him exactly that.“We’ll see how you handle everything the day before you become Beta,” I mutter, shooting him a glare.I’ve been bouncing off the walls all day. Tomorrow, I'll officially become Alpha of the pack, and Charlie will finally find out she’s my mate. There's no doubt in my mind she is—I’ve always known she would be. But having to wait for her to feel it, too, is killing me.We’ve been dating since her birthday, just over two months now. Honestly, it's not that different from the time we’ve always spent together, except now I get to kiss her whenever I want. Not that I’ll ever say that to her again—apparently, it’s a line from Sweet Home Alabama. Charlie absolutely loves that I accidentally quoted that movie and begs me to repeat it in a cheesy Southern accent every chance she gets. As much as I love her, I swear I’ll poke my eyes out if she makes me watch tha
Age 21“Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. It’s not like you're doing anything life-changing—just committing the rest of your life to your pack,” Dev jokes, grinning at me.Mom glares at him, spraying my hair with another blast of hairspray. “Dev, I swear if you're just going to be a pain in the ass, you know where the door is.”“Oh, come on,” he laughs, entirely unaffected by her scolding. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. See? She’s stopped shaking. Now she’s just annoyed with me.”I see Luna Clara hiding her smile, but my mom doesn't even bother hiding her laughter.“Mother!” I gasp indignantly.“I’m sorry, Charlie. But honestly, Dev’s not wrong. The idea of you running away from being the center of attention? That’s just too hilarious,” she says, clearly amused.I glare at Dev through the mirror. “That’s it. Why are you even here? Don’t you have your own suit to put on?”Lauren, who’s finishing my pedicure, chimes in. “Yeah, if you’re just going to be a pain in the as
Age 20…“Charlie,” I moan, opening my eyes to find her lips wrapped around my morning wood. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, taking me deep down her throat. My fingers instantly twine into her hair.“Oh, fuck!” I grit out. She swallows around my cock, her throat muscles squeezing tightly. “Charlie, baby, that feels so fucking good!”She hums in response, and I'm completely lost. My hand fists in her hair as I start gently thrusting upward, fucking into her welcoming mouth.My head falls back, sinking into the mattress. Her mouth is fucking bliss. Charlie’s the only she-wolf who's ever been able to take me all the way down, and it's pure paradise. I start off slow, savoring every sensation.“Goddess, Charlie,” I groan. “I've dreamed about you being in my bed again. I've dreamed about your lips wrapped around me again. But this time, you’re moving at my pace.”Her dark brown eyes flick upward to mine, fully blackened with lust. Her arousal thickens in the air, proving she’s enjoying
19 years old…I wake to the sound of the dom leaving the room. Guess he’s heading out to get stuff for aftercare. Fuck, my entire body is sore from the restraints, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Whoever that mistress is, I want her again.I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. The way she took my cock all the way down her throat—something no other she-wolf has ever done for me. Holy fuck, it was amazing.And then watching her ride me, those deep brown eyes locked on mine, her heavy breasts bouncing right above me. Goddess, I wanted to dominate her so badly. I’ve been learning how to be a switch for over a year now. Sometimes, my alpha instincts demand I dominate my partner, but other times, when responsibilities pile up, I crave having control taken away from me.Watching this she-wolf dominate me was incredible, but now I want her beneath me. Maybe I can convince her to do another session, one where I’m the dominant. I wonder if her dom is the one who arranges that
Age 20“Are you sure this is something you want to do, Charlie?” Adam asks me.He keeps trying to talk me out of it, saying it’s challenging for someone who truly loves being dominated to become a switch and take on the dominant role.But something inside tells me I need to do this—that my mate bond will require it. “I’ve told you, Adam. I feel like the Goddess is telling me my mate and I will both need to switch.” 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 then.”He chuckles softly, placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “Well, I guess that takes me out of the running as your mate, pet. I will be the only dominant in my bedroom.” His hand slides up my bare side, moving to the see-through lace of my bra. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, twisting until I moan.His voice whispers huskily in my ear, his cock thickening against my leg. “Are
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 in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.As a werewolf, I've always had a high sex drive, but once my wolf emerged at sixteen, my resolution to save myself for my mate went out the window. I’m not as strong-willed as I hoped, especially since I’m in love with two of my three best friends, who are constantly in states of undress due to shifting and training. And there's only so much relief toys can offer.I’ve experimented with a few warriors-in-training from other packs and some local humans, discovering I like
17 years old…Zak!A desperate wailing through the mindlink wakes me from a dead sleep. Normally, our mindlinks are muted during sleep unless there's an emergency, like an attack or a summons from the Alpha. But this cry is so filled with anguish, it pierces through immediately.Before I fully grasp what's happening, another panicked link hits me.Zak! I need you!It's Brandon. He sounds terrified, like he's been crying.Brandon? Where are you? Are you okay? What's going on? The questions flood out urgently as I leap out of bed, scrambling into shorts.I'm at the waterfall. They're dead, Zak! Mom and Candy... They're dead!I fly down the packhouse stairs and burst outside, shifting the instant fresh air touches my skin. Screw the shorts. Screw everything except getting to Brandon as fast as possible.I tear through the forest, making the twenty-minute hike in under ten, ignoring the branches and thorns ripping at my fur and flesh. The only thing that matters is reaching my best friend.