Due to a snow day I was able to update early, next update is Friday.
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Are you blind? I can’t dance, haven’t I embarrassed us both enough already,” I laugh, as Luke takes my hands in his. He’s so warm, and so confident that I feel his energy coursing through me. Almost as if he gives me life. And could there possibly be anything sexier than the fact that his eyes have only been for me tonight? He literally hasn’t looked at another female except for Penelope or Anna.He’s been utterly incredible tonight, though I can tell he’d rather be anywhere else. Cause I feel the same way. In the sheets would be much better!“Well we should have just done this from the start,” he says, with complete confidence. He quickly squats down, and steals away my shoes. I giggle in confusion, as he leaves them on a chair. “Stand on my feet, and I’ll whisk you around beautiful,” he says, with conviction. I lift my dress, trying to even find my feet. Once situated, we begin to move and I have so many questions. How does he know how to do this? Where in
~Tate’s Point of View~*Go, go go,* I yell, over mind-link. Colt pushes his paws into the earth hard, with all he’s got as he runs toward the fight.Undercover or not, our orders are always to protect the innocent. Protect life. We haven’t even been allowed in The Hair of The Dog for a couple days, and we don’t know why. They shut it down, and it's been completely empty. It’s like everyone just vanished in the wind. But Shane won’t pull us off the assignment, and won’t explain why.*On your left,* Megan shouts, as a rogue wolf leaps right at me, narrowly missing as I duck down. Colt lands and turns for a split second to see Megan landing on him, her canines then chomping right into his gut. Colt spins back to the side, as I see a door throw open about fifty feet away. A male in a suit leaps forward, eyes black and clearly ready to shift, or at least wanting to. My brain senses a mind-link from him, and that can’t be right. If a person is known to you, like you share a pack or in our
~The Next Day~~The Meadows Asylum~~Rowan’s Point of View~“Hmm green gelatin again, oh you do spoil me Dottie,” I tease, making eyes at the old nurse. She blushes and turns back to her trays, then her bodyguard Sven growls down at me. He’s practically a viking giant. I’m a big guy but anyone is a dwarf next to that mountain. I take my tray from the door hatch that he promptly slams. Since the door isn’t see through, I stick my tongue out at him.Sighing, I sit at my makeshift desk and eye my dinner. A scream distracts me from my tasteless food and while my eyes dart in that direction, I don’t actually move my head. His name is Ulrich, at least I think from hearing Sven yell at him. The male chewed off his tongue a few weeks back. Nasty business. After the bland meal, I lay down on my hard cot and wonder if today’s the day I just say “fuck it” and make my escape. It wouldn’t be too hard for a creature such as me. But if I’m caught, the repercussions wouldn’t be pretty. If… I’m caug
~Halloween Night~~Godfrey and Sunny’s Apartment at Headquarters~~Luke’s Point of View~“What the absolute fuck do you think you’re doing with a pregnant human of all people,” Godfrey roars, getting in my face. Anna let it slip that he knew about Harlow, the baby… our relationship on the night of the dance. I know fully well he could have come to me anytime. But he hasn’t and it's been weeks. I’ve been dreading it, purposely avoiding headquarters whenever possible. I could probably ask him why he's waited, but I don't really care. Harlow and I have been in a bubble. Wake up together, go to school together. Come home… together. If we were close before, we’re absolutely inseparable now. Dante purrs in my mind, beyond content.I know what’s on the tip of my tongue to say, certainly what Dante wants me to say. Two little words that will get him off my back. That will make everything better. But can I say it?*If we will it into existence, it’ll be true,* Dante insists. I sigh and look
~Luke’s Point of View~When I blink we’re in the parking lot of the bar. I’ve never been inside, though I’ve scouted it heavily. “Harlow,” I scream, and immediately begin to dash around looking for her. I find Anna, quite literally with her wrist handcuffed to my sunflower. Harlow is dressed like a giant ladybug, and she looks silly. But still beautiful as ever. She was supposed to be taking pups around the pack for candy or something. I still don’t fully understand “trick or treat” though she tried to explain it. “Are you all right,” I scream, a bit too harshly as I reach for her face. Tears stain her cheeks as she sobs, then falls onto my chest.“They’re all just liars! I hate them all! They think I’m weak but I’ll show them I can fight,” she shouts, as she breaks into a full ugly cry. I do my best to soothe her, rubbing her back.Dante sighs in my mind, knowing that she is feisty all right, one of the things we like so much about her. But physically? She can’t do much and she kno
~Rowan’s Point of View~Shadows… ugh. I fucking hate Shadows. At least they’re predictable. “Oi! Are you even listening,” Declan barks, as he points to something on his computer screen. “You’re barking so damn loud how could I not,” I retort, crossing my arms in annoyance. I rarely work a job with anyone else. I’m nothing if not methodical, and I can’t go through my rituals and processes with a crowd. I damn sure won’t have someone looking over my shoulder.But also, I have no clue what he said. And I simply don’t care. I’ll let them think they’re helping me.“Calm down brother, don’t let the wedding get yer knickers in a twist,” Conor teases. Declan gives a low growl, and I take a step back from his desk. I’ve only been back a few days, and they act like no time has passed. Like I haven’t been completely absent for a whole year. Subjected to water torture, electroshock therapy and sleep deprivation just to name a few of my fun memories.What’s worse is they all bought the lie. They
~Rowan’s Point of View~I dash to the stairs near him, absolutely hating that while I can move fast, I’m not capable of levitating. It pisses me off greatly, because there’s little I can’t do.The male cocks his head to the side a bit, taking me in. I do the same now that I’m closer, and when my eyes rake over his body, my cock literally twitches. It catches me off guard, it's absolutely been dormant for years. I don’t even pleasure myself anymore, just taking satisfaction from my work.And my dick likes … a male? That can’t be right! But my eyes want to soak him in, his hair is long enough to fall over his ice blue eyes, his rugged square jawline, his high cheeks and pert red lips. When his tongue darts out over them, something flutters in my gut. Am I really checking out a fucking guy right now?While I haven’t had sex voluntarily, I’ve still looked at and appreciated many females over the decades. In my early 30’s I went through an aggressive addiction to pornography until I got to
~Harlow’s Point of View~~Two Weeks Later~I grin as I watch several kids struggling to roll a snowman with barely three inches on the ground. Since playing in the snow was free, it was one of the few luxuries I could have while in foster care. One constant I could count on that wouldn’t be taken away from me. A mere glimpse into having a normal childhood.My personal favorite was just eating it. Not like many places I lived had freezers, some might have had a small refrigerator but getting ice was a rare treat. One of the puppies nudges at my boot and I quickly bend to pick it up. I think they named him Bark but I can’t be too sure.“Who’s a good boy! Ohhhh look at your widdle ears,” I coo, nuzzling my nose into his face. He licks me and wags his little tail for all he’s worth. I wish I had a treat to give him, and briefly think about going inside for--“Here you go boy,” Luke says, from just over my shoulder as he holds out a large piece of breakfast sausage. I lean back into his wa
~Rowan’s Point of View~“What’s wrong,” a male asks, as Harlow winces and touches her belly. She breathes through it.“I’ll get the doctor,” another male says. My entire world spins out of control and I nearly snarl, pushing down the intense need to bat them all away as my beast wants to do. People are touching our mate, putting their scent on her and it’s only me that should be caring for her.“She’s fine and stubborn, she insists on staying,” I say, and snake my arm around my little acushla, pulling her away from those gawking at her.“Rowan, this is Lilly and her mates River, Hunter and Skylar. They’ve helped me so much with my pregnancy and helping to find out about my family. They’re really the absolute best,” Harlow says, standing up straight once her pain subsides and waving her hands.My defenses immediately go up, sensing the magic of a very strong witch nearby, though it's been doing that since we got here. It’s making me nuts. There are far too many in a concentrated area.“
~The day of the charity ball~~Harlow’s Point of View~“Rowan, we don’t have time,” I giggle, as my mate licks my clit in the most torturous way. He knows damn well neither of us cares about time. When we get going, there’s no stopping things. Everyday with him has just been better than the next and I’ve never been more convinced I’ve absolutely found my true fated mate. Of course Hope in my head constantly panting and drooling is also making it all the more apparent.*Just relax,* Hope insists, lost in the feeling, the warmth and comfort of our mate. Each moment is too precious, especially when he goes out so much at night, and I have no idea where he’s going. I know so little about his “work” and while it feels like it isn’t my place to ask… it's killing me.But then he comes back and holds me, kisses me then more. And I forget I’m angry, I lose myself to him each and every time. “There’s time,” he breathes, and I gasp realizing he came inside me earlier this morning and I haven’t s
~Luc’s Point of View~“Fuck I had no idea there were so many. They look like a damn bee hive of dumb blood suckers,” Tate whispers.I roll my eyes and scrub my face, holding my position in the clouds. I can’t argue with his words, knowing this was once me. Leading the charge of mindless newborns at that. You couldn’t have told me a damn thing, I was absolutely convinced I was invincible in those days. Really… most of my days. We whisper to each other and try to identify a leader, but can’t manage it. None seem capable of flying, which is a damn huge positive. Though it took me many years to perfect it and manage to stay up for more than a few minutes at a time.Tate’s hot breath is just in my ear, his weight on my back is a lot… the male has certainly never missed a meal. Though having a vampire side to me makes my body almost stay a certain way I hate. I can lift weights, do whatever exercises I want, I can’t build muscle and keep it the way a normal human can and that’s always pisse
~Rowan’s Point of View~“Uhm…what are these,” I hear, from just in the bathroom. I move to the door to find it open, and Harlow is gaping at the sink counter. I rub my chin and admonish myself for being in such a hurry.“I uhm… they’re piercings. I took them out because I didn’t want to scare you our first time,” I explain and quickly gauge her reaction. She looks beyond confused and it's completely adorable. She’s just in one of my muscle t-shirts, and it stretches over her little belly perfectly. We slept in half the day, and I guess we both really needed it.“For … where,” she asks, her face totally blank. I rub the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed. I’m never embarrassed, it's completely against everything a McGrath stands for. But this teenage girl who holds my heart in her hands…well her opinion means everything to me.“I got it done on a whim. If I leave them out another day or so the holes will probably heal. I’ve probably already left them out longer than I should’ve,” I sa
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Hmmm, more, more…” I mumble, rubbing between my legs. *Yes! Ohh this is so good, SO good,* Hope cries out. I work my clit and move between it and my wet center, desperately wishing for something to really fill me up. Remembering the feel of Rowan yesterday, how damn masterful he was with me. Luke was certainly good but Rowan went down on me like a starved bear needing honey. The sound of a foot step shakes my entire body and I grab for the blanket, knowing that I’m in bed completely naked. With Hope’s help I can see my way around the dark now, though I know it’ll be sharperr after our first shift. “Just me macushia,” a deep voice says. Then a warm hand cups my cheek. I look up into Rowan’s eyes, and he’s clearly hungry…*Starved! Ohhh let’s do it,* Hope squeals. *Isn’t it too dangerous? What if he bites us,* I warn, as the bed dips and I move a bit to give him room. “What does that mean,” I ask, knowing it's something Irish. He gives me a warm smile and
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Rowan sent you to get me,” I question, checking out his brother. One of Rowan’s guards stands next to him and nods. “He’s had a rough night and well, his body needs a bit of time to recover,” Declan explains. I make a face, wondering what that really means.The idea of leaving the safety of Olivia’s house to sit in the cottage alone with a family that hates me for murdering their son makes me absolutely sick. I’d have no way whatsoever of defending or protecting myself.“Why can’t I just stay here,” I insist, frustrated. Also, if my mate is in distress, he needs me!“They’re predicting tonight may be another almost full moon, sometimes it can last more than one twilight,” Declan insists. I’m terrified knowing if he wants me to go, I’m going. He could take me like Mikey did.He reaches for my hand and I jerk it away. I quickly realize Hope did that, not me. I relish the feeling, but I’ll need to get used to not always controlling my body.“All the more reason
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Oh I couldn’t,” I say, covering my face from embarrassment. “Come on!! This is a hot thing a lot of females do! A pregnancy boudoir shoot. It’s normal,” Olivia says, trying to pull my hands from my face.I gape at the see-through blue scrap of lace fabric she’s holding up, and shake my head again. Sure, her mate is upstairs with her babies, and won’t exactly see but… a photo anyone could see. Goddess what would Luke think of me in this? Or Tate?*Get those other males OUT of your head! I know you had crushes on them but we have a real male and our true fated mate,* Hope insists. I sigh, knowing she’s right but there’s just some reason I can’t shake them. Even though Luke hurt me, even though Tate should hate me… I still care about them. I care about their opinions of me.“It’s just for Rowan. You know he’d probably take another male’s eyes for looking at what’s his,” Olivia gushes, like that’s something to be proud of. Sure enough, Hope nods in approval.O
~Luc’s Point of View~“You again. The witch is a lot prettier,” Otis whines, falling to sit in the sand. Well he’d certainly love the Greek paradise that has welcomed me to stay. Tempting, but no one is her. Not even close. The women there did nothing for me.I drop beside him and sigh, then rub my face. I literally feel as if I’m going through physical withdrawals from Harlow. Then there’s that damn male from a few nights ago that I can’t get out of my head.*We must find our sunflower! She has to be terrified,* Dante whines, curling into a ball.The Shadows epically failed to get her and protect her. Now that the McGraths have her, there’s no telling what they’ll do. Blessedly, they let her doctor visit, and confirm she’s all right. She even said she’s in good spirits, though I don’t see how. She’s so close to giving birth, she doesn’t need this stress. She should be at the packhouse, safe and relaxed. I have so much damn anger surrounding how she got taken, and all that’s followed
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Hey…” I hear, making me smack my lips and sigh. My body feels absolutely limp and relaxed. Almost like I’d had sex all night. But I didn’t. I pop one eye open to see Rowan looking down at me with great amusement. I like seeing him relaxed too, it’s been quite tense since I met him.And ya know, killed his brother. Well, I’m not losing any sleep over that.“It’s probably pretty common for people to fall asleep during a massage,” he says, with a small grin. I gasp and sit upright, seeing that the room is empty except for us.“Aw damn. I really was enjoying it, I didn’t mean to pass out,” I claim, realizing my boobs are practically heaving out of the towel that’s wrapped around me. I quickly try to fix it, but he certainly gets an eyeful. I can’t help but look down at his … yup, he’s hard. I grin and tuck the material back in my cleavage. He clears his throat.It was impossibly nice to fall asleep in his arms and wake up in them. Though he was gone when I’d gott