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~Luke’s Point of View~I lazily play with the red strap half falling off her shoulder with one hand, and carefully stroke her loose breast with the other as her hand runs up and down my length. I hiss and move to pull away, but she moves with me.“Believe me when I tell you I’d love nothing more than to make you forget your name. I don’t have one of those rubber things,” I say, and loathe how dumb I sound. The old Luc wouldn’t give a damn about such things because the female he’d bed wouldn’t make it to see another morning.Harlow starts to laugh, and just like that my hard dick goes limp. I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever had a female laugh at me. She flicks her hair back and my eyes stay fixed on her breasts as they move and my dick twitches with life.*She’s allowed to laugh, hell anything, anything she wants,* Dante quickly says, before I can read too much into it.“Well plan better next time you come to my room at night all sneaky,” she teases, turning to prop herself on her elbow.
~Harlow’s Point of View~I sigh as I wake up to an empty bed. Well, not totally empty. There’s a drawing of a bouquet of sunflowers, and it makes my belly do weird little flips. It was far too good to fall asleep in Luke’s arms. Feeling treasured and cared for, especially after those damn intense orgasms. If he’s that good with his hands and his mouth, I can’t even imagine how the real thing will finally be. I shower and get dressed, then clean some sand out of my shoes. I steel myself to the idea of blowing off Trek this morning. There’s a bus that comes about ten minutes before he picks me up, and that’s what most of the kids take. It picks up at three different packs. There are also a few adults that are teachers or otherwise employed at the school who use it. I used to walk, but since it's pretty damn cold outside that doesn’t sound appealing.When I get downstairs, the Alpha, Luna and Beta are in the common room and I stop in my tracks. I rarely see the Alpha and he doesn’t loo
~Luke’s Point of View~“Soaking wet already hmm,” I taunt, as I lick up Harlow’s inner thigh. She smells like heaven, and she’s the closest I’m certain I’ll ever get to it. I pull her panties down as she lifts her hips to help me, and then toss them on the floor with the pile of clothes we’re already making. “Luke, please! I’ve had enough torture,” she pleads, making me raise my eyebrow in question. I like to at least ATTEMPT to give a female an orgasm during foreplay. But torture you say? The word alone makes the desire and craving my body has for bloodlust tingle.*No, don't go there! Just stop it,* Dante immediately warns. My mind goes hazy with the scent of her in the air and the thought of what her blood would taste like…Ohh my sweet sunflower, torture? You’ve no idea what I can do. But not tonight, and likely never with her. I could never cut her, scratch her until she bleeds… no, they’ll be no hurting her in that way. My mind can’t go there, not even a little bit.She wants q
~Harlow’s Point of View~“You doin’ okay,” I hear, snapping me out of my daydream. I shake myself a bit and turn from my breakfast to look at Ginny. “Just fine,” I manage to say, as I cross my legs with a sore reminder of just how “fine” I am. All night I was more than fine with Luke Payne. Six orgasms fine, I think. Lost count.“So? You heard much about anything? Dad won’t tell me squat,” she says, popping some grapes in her mouth.I stare at her for a moment and try to think. Then it all hits me at once, and I’m knocked out of my post-orgasmic bubble. “Good morning. It’s Ginny I believe is that right,” a male voice asks, making every hair on my body stand on edge. I turn to look across from at the table as Luke sits, dressed in fresh clothes with wet hair. I lick my lips and cross my legs a bit tighter. My belly stirs and does flips, and they’re so strong I have to wonder if it's Bunny.“Yup! You’re with the new family? I heard you have a younger sister coming,” Ginny practically
~Luke’s Point of View~“That’s it,” I say, proud of how quickly Harlow is picking things up.She beams as she adds some herbs to a giant pot of stew. Normally when I do this, I clear the space of people and move at my vampire speed to knock it all out quickly. But with her here, I can’t exactly zoom around. The kitchen makes the same things each week so I have all the recipes memorized.*High time we slow things down anyhow,* Dante says, admiring the view. Her with her radiant hair in a messy ball on top of her head, in an apron and a perfect smile.Cooking was something I certainly never used to do in my previous life but now, for some reason I find it relaxing. It actually makes my black heart feel something when people enjoy what I’ve made.*We can cook for our girl! It’ll be romantic,* Dante says, wagging his tail with excitement. I suppose that’s the human equivalent to getting forest kill for a she-wolf?Dante laughs at me as I pull several trays of bread out of the oven. Goddess
~Tate’s Point of View~“What are we even looking for? Surely there aren’t drug packages in the school,” I whisper, as Megan and I move through the woods. I hear her feet stop and I turn back to face her as she studies the map in her hand. Leaning in, I see at least four spots we’re supposed to hit. “Looks that way though I think this one might be outside,” she whispers, pointing to a star. I shake my head, not liking this a bit. It literally seems as if everything we do is a damn set up. No wonder drug dealers just get caught all the time, they’re f’n morons.*But who is going to bust us? The Shadows,* Colt snorts, stating the obvious. I suppose that’s true. I have to imagine that they’re still watching the school even though Trek says it's closed for the week.*They pick some dumb places to have people leave packages. I’ve tried to come up with a rhyme or reason to it, but there’s nothing. The school though is kind of a central location, and neutral. I guess it makes sense to use i
~Tate’s Point of View~“Shit! Who are those fucking people,” I whisper, as I see a literal troop of at least half a dozen males come running out of the school. They’re moving toward the hut we were just in, and it's obvious they’re looking for something. Something we have.*I don’t like this, they’re not Shadows…but wait do you feel like a weird buzz? Like there’s a mind-link connection not too far off,* Megan says, over mind-link. I do, but it could be someone on the road. There are several nearby. These people though… they’re clearly organized, some even have tactical equipment on.My basic instincts are to shield Megan, get her the hell out of here. She’s a female and therefore needs protection. But I know better, if anyone can handle her own it's Megan. We’ve had real fights several times and while I’ve won, they were all close. When she’s in a real fight for her life, there’s a different kind of fire inside her and that used to turn me on to no end.But even together, we’d be gro
~Luke’s Point of View~Harlow says nothing on the ride home from the school, and I don’t know what to make of it. The entire night was a clusterfuck that quite frankly the Beta should be embarrassed by. The fact that I felt the tingle in my mind of other Shadows in the vicinity only leaves me with a hundred questions I can’t get answered right now. Were they watching, if so for what? The entire reason the pack went in was because there was no one in the area. Supposedly.They had to have come in at the last minute. Meaning with the help of a witch or a vampire. Neither of which I smelled. Could have blocked their scents but why would they need to?Godfrey made clear that my mission here was extremely “need to know.” Very few people even know about me outside of those I deal with directly. Fewer know about my “other half,” they just know me as a normal wolf. So if other Shadows that aren’t privy to my mission catch me out and about… I’m not sure what to say. That wasn’t covered at all
~Rowan’s Point of View~“A word before ya go,” my father bellows, and I cringe though I don’t show it. I turn back to Harlow who looks petrified, but trying to hold it together. I hate to leave her, even for a second. “Go ahead, I’ll use the bathroom,” she offers, and I point toward a powder room several doors down.“Wait right here for me, I won’t be long,” I whisper, though I know even in his office behind his desk my dad heard it. I reluctantly watch her go, then partially close his door. Though I’m still standing across the room from him, there’s no way I’m leaving this spot. “Say what you want to say,” I tell him. He’ll give me warnings, tell me whatever. It won’t matter. I cross my arms.He slowly taps his finger on his desk, the way he always does when he’s making a point or wants to seem intimidating.“Don’t let this mate business cloud your head boy. You still have a very active assignment ya seem to have forgotten,” he says, and I ball my right hand into a fist and count t
~Harlow’s Point of View~“I’ve just never seen so many different flowers,” I gush, reaching for another that smells divine. Hope has awakened more in me than I ever knew possible, and I haven’t even shifted yet. Everything is stronger, brighter. Louder.And of course…*Hmmm look at mate, so sexy,* Hope coos, as I watch Rowan bend over to tie his shoe. Such a simple act, simple and normal. But every damn hormone in my body wants me to rush him, knock him on the ground and mount him like a fucking animal.*Well, it IS a good idea,* Hope chirps. I blow her off, and look down at my feet. I probably should get some clothes, though I already love smelling like him. It’s hard to convince my mind I’m really free of that warlock freak. Rowan has told me he was killed by the Shadows, but he’s still haunting my dreams. Not only that, Caden is still out there somewhere. Even though I know he would be suicidal to try and come after me, it’s more than that. I think about those other girls, sold of
~Two Days Later~~Luc’s Point of View~“I want to know everything, starting with when you became Alpha of Harlow’s pack,” I say, dangling a huge bag of food in front of Otis. He’s all too desperate for normal greasy fare, his wolf sick of hunting for fish and other ocean creatures. The waft of cheeseburgers even catches my interest. I’d bought a dozen of them along with other things. It’s still a rare treat for me, getting used to how food is now.“How fucking long do I have to stay here,” he whines, falling in front of a fire. “Not sure yet. But telling me about Harlow’s family and past will go a long way,” I say, though I have no idea if it's the truth. As far as he’s concerned it is and that’s good enough.I reach in the bag for a cheeseburger and tease him with it. He sighs and nods, snatching it from my hand. I help myself to one as well, and give him a minute to eat.Chance gave me a recording device and even showed me how to use it. I can’t trust this male at all, and Harlow d
~Hope’s Point of View~*I am a total badass! I survived a bomb,* I shout, victorious.*Uhm I survived it, you weren’t even here yet hellooo. I’ve been waiting a very long time already,* my human whines.I scoff and demand that she size up these males. They’re not even shifters! Wait, my mate is not a shifter?? What is the Goddess doing to me?! Did the human know about this??*To US! We’re one person in case you haven’t noticed! And no, I met him the same time as you,* my human complains. I scoff!Our head and eyes fall to the floor, and I’m immediately furious.*Hold your head high I said! Show no fear or they’ll eat us for dinner,* I snap, letting her know the deal. If I can’t shift I’m damn well going to make sure she knows I’m here and in control! I refuse to be stuck inside the body of a push over, that’s not how this is going to work.My human sighs and forces our head up, demanding answers from these weird males. When she baits them, I couldn’t be more proud! Our mate speaks up
~Rowan’s Point of View~I stare down at the three warlocks we use when we need serious magic, more than fairies are capable of pulling off. It pains me to admit that; our family prides itself on moving mountains to get jobs done. But even we have our limitations.“We’re out of time,” I snarl, impatient. My brothers and I wait on a large boat right where the forcefield over Hans’ home begins. There are others from our clan here as well, and six of my cousins. Thirty men in total are ready to go. Half will go in the house and half will fight guards outside of it. One is going to stay on the boat and watch for Shadows, since they could be anywhere. Of course Hans lives right on the water, only the best. “Just got word from the fight, it's starting and he’s there. Front and center with at least a dozen guards,” Declan says, as we all breathe a collective sigh of relief.When we all hear the distinct sound of a low sizzle fizz out, we waste no time. I quickly eye the spot in the yard abou
~Luke’s Point of View~“So am I supposed to win or not,” I whine, annoyed with Godfrey. He sure talks a lot for someone who doesn’t actually say much. Doesn’t help that he’s the last person I want in my face right now.“The first few fighters you’re going to crush but leave alive,” he says, annoyed. He’s probably repeated himself a few times but I shake it off. My entire being is literally buzzing and it’s not from the already half drunk and rowdy crowd surrounding me. I’ve drank more human blood in the last few hours than I’ve probably had in weeks combined. And it's been directly from the source, no bagged bullshit. But that’s not going to matter to the vampire side of my brain in a fight. When the frenzy most certainly comes.If I’m under attack and blood is in the air, I’m going to want it. I haven’t had a real fight since before my punishment; the training I’ve had with the Shadows hasn’t been true life or death. Not only that, I’ve been told that the male who has Harlow is going
~Harlow’s Point of View~“This way dear Roos,” Sir says, as he leads me down a weird hallway I haven’t seen before. But that’s hardly saying much when his house is its own town. I tune him out, and the fact that the house is too quiet. I literally haven’t seen another female or child. Though it is late, maybe it's past their bedtime.But that’s just even more worrisome. Good things don’t happen behind closed doors after ten at night. Not in this house. As we walk, I think about what the doctor had said. I can only pray Sir will actually take his advice.The doctor told Sir that I could potentially go into labor any day, praise my lucky stars he wasn’t a shifter doctor. So he’s guessing. His guessing is what might hopefully buy me more time. “She-wolves are only generally in labor four months or less so she won’t go the full nine months a human would. You need to use great caution with her, you don’t want to trigger an early labor. The animals are much better at knowing when it's time
~Rowan’s Point of View~“Fuck, it’s too many,” I say, looking through the binoculars at the compound of Hans Hendricks. King perv and utterly nasty bastard. Killing him will be an absolute joy, and my entire body practically salivates thinking about it.The kind of fairy I am, draws its energy and its strength on taking lives. Not just any lives though, the worse the better. And since we crave it, we absolutely need it to survive, my family decided long ago to cash in on it.Soul devourers, for hire.“Da’s on his way,” Colin whispers, and I groan.“There’s no avoiding it,” Declan says, already knowing my thoughts.Dad’s gonna come in here, fire blazing and just level the entire place. It’s obviously full of kids, and revenge or not we can’t have that. While most would believe by our reputation we don’t care about hurting innocents, we do. Most of us.“What’s that,” I question, pointing at something far off in the distance. It was a light, barely visible for a moment, but I saw it. “R
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Ouch,” I snap, as a female hits my fingers with a ruler. A damned ruler! What am I five and getting into the cookie jar?“Don’t you dare talk back. If you do that to daddy, you’ll pay dearly. He’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week. I’ve never seen him baby someone THIS much,” she huffs, practically in a hiss.I press my lips into a tight line as I feel Bunny kick. She’s given me so much strength, and I know everything I do for the rest of my days is for her. So I can’t be stupid here. Not until I know what I’m fully up against.And I’ll be DAMNED if I call that fat penguin freak daddy. Even for all his weird kinks, that's something I could never see Luke demanding. Ick!I’ll be further damned if I’m going to have my baby here. This house is gorgeous but it feels almost like a funeral home. I visited one once when I was briefly homed with a human family, and it was absolutely the creepiest place ever. A crypt outside with mummies would be less intimidating.