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Three weeks later… Meet me at the cliff in an hour. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. That was the mindlink I got from Richard when he entered our packlands. I could tell it was just when he arrived because I felt him enter the territory through the pack mindlink. He was about fifty minutes away from the packhouse . Did he miss me as much as I missed him? Did he need me as much as I needed him? Is that why he wanted to meet me at the cliff? Would this be another heartbreaking tryst? And even if it is, it’s not like I can refuse him. He is my everything. I know that he won’t get there for a while, but I can’t help it. I leave immediately after his mindlink and head for the cliff to wait. All I’d do while I waited for him would be pacing in my rooms anyway. Might as well have a nice view while I wait, right? It seems like an eternity and the blink of an eye that I wait at the cliff, a blanket spread out underneath me, when I smell his scent of citrus and cinnamon on
Oh fuck! Richard! Baby! This feels so Goddess-damned good! I mind-link to my first mate. Obviously, my mouth is full, so there is no talking. But I still want Richard to know what he and Carl are doing to me. “That’s right, Lori. Suck my cock. You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you? You like Carl’s big dick inside of you? I know how amazing it feels in a tight hole. You get my cock nice and wet and you can watch me fuck him.” Richard’s hands fist in my hair, though his movements are gentle, allowing me to get comfortable with being stuffed so full at both ends. Carl, on the other hand, isn’t pulling any punches. His hands are holding on to my waist in a bruising grip. His body is slamming into me with such force that the sound of our skin smacking together fills the night air. He grunts and moans each time that he moves inside of me, his breath fanning my back with each thrust. And I love it. I love it all. “Lauren. Shit, girl. You are so tight. You feel
Three years later… I want to say that these have been three happy years. There definitely have been some happy moments. Introducing Lauren to my parents. Introducing her to the pack as the Gamma female. Seeing her joy in her job in working with the newly shifted wolves. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Dates. But there were some really difficult times, too. Our connection with Carl never fully disappeared. It had diminished quite a bit, I’m guessing from the fact that he and I had rejected each other and he had rejected Lauren. But it never fully went away. Carl went out of his way to avoid us. Early morning trainings, trips to other packs, showing up to meetings right on time and leaving immediately after so that there was no chit chat. He tried to act like we weren’t even there. Everyone noticed. They seemed to think that Carl didn’t like Lauren, since he stopped even talking to me after she arrived. Clara and Jared especially were upset about it and tried anything t
That time with Carl was the best of my entire life. Though we could not act as mates would in front of others, we were friends. We joked. We laughed. We touched casually. And at night, all three of us were together. We never say it. We never tell each other that we love each other. But it is there. In every look. Every kiss. Every caress. But the act of saying the words…I think it would make it even harder for us to give each other up. We tell Christine everything. How my males found out that they were mates. How Richard and I met. How Carl and I met. And how I have yet to reject him. She pleads with me to reject him before they mate each other. Not because she thinks that he won’t follow through with the mating. He has given his word and Carl is nothing if not true to his oath. No, my friend wishes to save me the pain. I appreciate it. Truly I do. But Carl and Richard are everything to me. They are the other parts of my soul. I will not reject him no mat
21 years later… “How much was passed down from generation to generation of leadership about Selene’s mates? I know that Charlie, Zak, Xander, and Devin did not know of this, but once an entirely new leadership is inducted, what is told to them?” Oracle Lucille asks. Zak asked for a meeting with all of the old and the new leadership, along with Oracle Lucille and her oracle-in-training. I had assumed to talk about what would likely happen in a war with Blue Crescent, but this conversation isn’t starting off in the way I would have assumed if that was the case. Jared looks at all of us, confused. “You mean the lore about her mating not only Pan, but a human? I mean, we were told the story, but…it’s just a tale. It’s not real.” The Oracle just stares at him, as if he is a stupid child who was given the answer, but is too dimwitted to see what was right in front of him. “It can’t be real,” Lauren says. “That would mean that mate trios are…” Her thought fades into vapor, but sh
I look back and forth between Richard and Carl. Carl’s eyes have completely bled their beautiful cerulean color indicating his lust, but his expression is so earnest. Richard, on the other hand, is trying his hardest not to laugh. And I can’t help but agree with Richard. I also can’t hold in my laughter as it spills out of my mouth, right into Carl’s face. Richard’s laughter joins mine, causing Carl to look embarrassed and a bit abashed. “Right.” Carl tries to move me off of his lap and I can tell that he’s trying to leave. I grab his face in my hands and lean into him. “Baby, no! No! We’re not laughing like that.” Carl stops moving, his eyes searching mine with desperation and a glimmer of hope. Richard nuzzles into his neck and I let his face go so that they can look at each other. “No, my love. We were laughing that you even had to ask. How could you not know that we would want you?” Carl’s entire face crumples, tears streaking down his face. “I was so af
I follow my mates up the stairs, unable to keep my hands off of Carl. He chuckles and looks back at me as I run my hands along his ass and over the planes of his back following closely behind him. Lauren looks back at us to see what’s going on, joy plain in her face. She races ahead of us to the bed and I can’t help but wrap Carl up in my arms and kiss him while standing in the doorway. Carl moans loudly, pushing me into the door jamb. His hands glide over my body, grabbing my ass in his hands and pulling me into him. Our kiss is hot, intense, and mind blowing. I fist my hand in his hair to keep his lips on mine, the other rolling and pinching his nipple. One of his hands moves to the front of my body, cupping my balls and rolling them in his hand before moving up to stroke my already erect cock. I groan against his mouth before he pulls away to kiss down my neck, to the spot where his matemark will go. His mouth sucks at the skin, making me glad that I’m pressed against th
Is it possible to be anxious, overwhelmed, and bored out your mind at the same time? If not, I think I might have just created a new phenomenon. My mother, sister Coraline, and I are all at the seamstresses as we figure out my wardrobe for the week following my birthday up to the day I ascend as beta of our pack. In two days, I will turn 21, the age when wolves gain their Goddess gift and have the ability to find their mate. But, because I’m the daughter and eldest pup of the pack beta, I will also begin my journey to ascend to my position. In our pack, Gibbous Moon, the four wolves ascending to leadership have to pass seven trials in order to prove that we are prepared for our roles. As we progress through the trials, our clothing changes to reflect our journey from being a pack wolf to an instrument of the Goddess for our pack. For the first trial, we must prove our understanding of pack lore, wearing white. Second is judgment, adorned in a light gray. Third is, oddly enou
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