Gwyneth I had never been taken in a hospital before, but here we were. Marcus was hard and ready, determined to be my first for everything. My p**sy ached for him. I wanted him badly. I needed him too. The room wasn't locked, but we couldn't be bothered. Assaulting people's senses wasn't a concern of ours. I went on my knees and took him in my mouth. I wanted to give him pleasure and welcome him back to the land of the living. The instant he was in, I heard him groan, and I took him until I gagged, but I didn't stop there. I worked on him, bobbing my head, and he soon helped, moving his hips and thrusting in and out while grabbing my hair. I kept at it, and then he pulled me off. "I want to cum inside your sweet p**sy," he whispered in my ears, and I could fill my wetness. He laid me on the couch and took off my pants from under my skirt. I anticipated it. I wanted it, and when his lips touched my cl*t, I moaned. He f*cked me with his tongue. My cl*t wasn't spared either. He licked a
Gwyneth We stayed indoors the next day. Marcus didn't do much. I really wanted to check on Mason, but I was too frightened to bring it up. I didn't want Marcus to think I had feelings for his friend, and I did not think Marcus was over the incident. Michael said you sent the Gamma and Delta on errands," Marcus said, and I figured Michael must have linked him to tell him. I sat up in bed, exhausted from our recent activities and sighed. "Yes, I did," I said, yawning, " I don't want to give Sylvia time to come up with a plan," I said to him, and he nodded and returned to bed to sit next to me. "Thanks, Gwen," he said calmly, and I was confused as to why he was thanking me. "For saving my life and sparing Mason's life," he said and kissed my lips. The truth was I didn't intend to spare Mason's life. Fate had. If Sylvia didn't laugh, I would have twisted my hand and pulled out something from him. I kept silent and did not say a word. "I heard he is in his senses now. Would you want
Gwyneth Marcus surprised me. I thought he would be mean towards his friend, but he was kind about it. Mason did a lot of crazy things, and even though it seemed like Marcus had forgiven him, I doubted he would be able to forgive himself that easily. We arrived at the cottage, and I went inside to see the place. I remembered that was the place Marcus and I claimed each other. The instant I stepped in, I felt butterflies in my stomach, and memories began to rush in. I sat on the couch and looking around, I realised the place was just as we had left it. It was either Marcus did not want anyone to know we were there for security purposes, or it was a spur-of-the-moment decision to come there, and he would send for Omegas to clean the place later. Marcus and Mason entered laughing about something, and a tear rolled down my eyes, realising that was how they were when I met them together. It was good to see them laughing together and not at each other's throats anymore. "What's the joke?"
Gwyneth "How can you say that, when she was the one that led us to Lucas in the first place?" Marcus asked, and I shook my head and stood up. Pacing up and down and thinking out loud. "She wasn't trying to help us," I said. " She must have had scores to settle with Lucas. She wanted us to take him out," I said, remembering Sylvia's behaviour to her father while I was at the Clement pack. I turned to look at Mason and Marcus to speak. "Sylvia couldn't stand Lucas when she came to keep me company at the Clement Pack. She hated the fact that he was there. The two of them couldn't stand each other," I said, and Marcus raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with Jack's Mistress?" He asked, and Mason leaned forward. "Everything," Mason said, " Everything Marcus," he continued and looked at his friend, then me, " Those two were at each other's necks recently for a year now. They have been unable to stand each other, and they used to be close," Mason pointed out. " I think what G
Gwyneth The Omegas came to stock the cottage, and we had a good time strategising and planning. We watched a couple of movies, joked and laughed about many, serious things and then passed out on the floor. I woke up on the bed next to Marcus. I wondered how I got there, but I knew Marcus must have carried me to bed. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some juice. I found Mason sitting on the couch, using Marcus's laptop, and he seemed busy. "Good morning," I said to him, and he looked up at me. "Lavender," He said with a smile, " Of all the scents, it had to be Lavender," he said, and I smiled back at him. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Just woke up," he said, and I frowned. "I slept on the couch," he said, and I nodded. "Any headway?" I asked him, avoiding going into a conversation where I ask him why he slept on the couch, because honestly, under normal circumstances he should be on the couch. "Yes. Simone Thomas is at large. I am going through my un
Gwyneth "Have you guys resolved your issues?" Marcus asked me after Mason left while we were doing the dishes. "We both need time, Marcus. He intends to take it slow, and so do I," I said to him, and he smiled. "He must still hate himself for everything. I would still hate me if I were in his shoes," Marcus confessed, and I had to ask him now that we were alone. "Marcus, why did you switch like that? What made you suddenly want to share?" I asked him, and he bowed his head and sighed. "I realised my not wanting to share was also a cause of this. Sharing would be harmless, and I would have if Kaylin hadn't scarred me. Mason is like a brother to me, and if the moon goddess made his mate my second chance mate, then it was for a good reason. The truth is, if Kaylin were still alive, you two would probably be together. I also have to consider the fact that you might be the only one he would have as a potential mate. I do not want to rob my best friend of the experience of having what I
Gwyneth I asked Marcus why we needed to travel to get the ammunition, and he told me that some people had bought off the silver bullets in the market. We didn't need to know who it was. The fact that we had used guns often to dispose of them meant they would not want them hanging around. Marcus needed to have special bullets made, secretly so that when we face the traitors, it would seem we have no silver bullets to use against them. I felt it was a good idea, but I hoped they hadn't bought all those bullets to use against us instead. I kept my fear to myself and chose to bring it up when necessary. One thing I knew was that we wouldn't be shifting to fight, and we would be going there bulletproof, something they wouldn't anticipate. Lucas might have anticipated this move, but Sylvia and Simone might not. Even if they do, it wouldn't matter. Marcus had the resources and funds to solve the supply problem. Mason arrived in the morning. He was successful and he found out that Sylvia and
Gwyneth The dining room was plain but decorated with all sorts of weapons. "Congratulation, Mrs Renfield," Camelia congratulated me, looking at my bump. " Do you mind if I touch?" she asked, and I felt weird, but I allowed her. "It is okay," I said, and she beamed. She felt my bump and smiled. "How far gone are you?" she asked. "Five months, three weeks and two days," Marcus replied, and I looked at him and smiled. I couldn't believe he was counting. It brought tears to my eyes. "Wow, you are lucky, Mrs Renfield," she said, and I smiled at her, "Please call me Gwen," I said, and she nodded. "I wish I could get pregnant, but the doctor said it won't be possible. Isaac is thinking of adopting. But I was to use a surrogate. We are yet to decide," she said, and I smiled at her. "I am sure whatever you decide will bring both of you the happiness you deserve," I said to her, and she blushed. "Oh, not to offend you, I learned that wolves usually have more than one pup," she said, an