All Chapters of Trios: Beginning: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was a young maiden goddess, newly minted and out on my own for the first time when Pan saw me. He was the god of nature and we would normally have met walking around Olympus, except for the nature of my job. I’m literally up and working all night, sleeping during the day. The only times that I really have freedom to roam are during the nights of the full moon when I am hidden from the world. One night per month doesn’t really give you a ton of time to explore. Pan became smitten with me. He loved the way his domain looked bathed in my light, the dew that covered everything and helped to nourish the flora and fauna below, and the ethereal stillness that comes with me were among the things he loved the most. But, there was no way for us to meet. For months, he planned and conspired on how to draw me to him. It was a momentous night when it finally happened. Being the god of nature, Pan was able to create anything that he could think of. He created a bright white flower,

If Jared and Alistar had any idea what had nearly happened before they walked into the arena, they would never let us go camping alone. Shit, they’d probably never leave us alone again. I have no idea if this is a blessing or a curse. Carl and I have always had this weird connection with each other. He has been my best friend since the day I could differentiate between my three friends, noting how much more drawn to Carl I was. The four of us were raised nearly as brothers, bound to rule the pack together and born within five months of each other. We grew together, learning how to walk and talk at the same time. But Carl and I were born on the same day. We were even closer, even sharing a secret language between us, similar to twins, when we were younger. As we aged, we shared many things. Our first fights. First crushes. Our first kisses. But even as I was with she-wolves of neighboring packs, and I was with as many as would allow me, I was always drawn back to Carl.

Oh Goddess above, the sparks that are running up and down my body wherever Carl touches me are amazing! I can’t believe that he’s my mate. The one man that I’ve wanted all my life is my mate. But I can’t dwell on it, because his mouth feels fucking amazing. Like, seriously the best blowjob that I’ve gotten in my life. One of his hands is kneading my balls while the other wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing and rotating it at the base. His mouth, oh Goddess his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as he hollows his cheeks and sucks. He alternates his sucking with his tongue swirling along the underside of my dick. “Carl!” I strangle out. I try to cover my mouth to stifle my moans. Sound carries in the night and, though we are about a mile from the packhouse, werewolves have very sensitive ears. I don’t want my first time with my mate to be interrupted. “I thought you said this was your first time - oh fuck! How are you so good at this?” I have no idea how I ma

Two months later… Standing under the spray of the shower, I only just now realize that I’m washing my hair with face wash instead of shampoo. Ugh! This is the third time I’ve done that this week. I sigh, washing my hair out and making sure that I get the shampoo this time. I’ve been doing stupid shit like that a lot lately. Orange juice in my cereal. Forgetting to take the pen cap off of the pen before I use it. Salt instead of sugar in my coffee. Just absentminded stuff. I can’t seem to focus on anything. The only thing that seems to be able to keep my attention is sparring in the arena. The first week after Carl and I rejected each other is a complete blur. I barely remember anything. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I barely ate. I hardly slept. I was extremely depressed, but I couldn’t let others see that. I couldn’t let them know that I’d rejected my mate because I couldn’t let everyone know that I’m gay. That could lead to fights for my position and diss

I can’t believe I found her the first place I went looking. My second chance mate! And she’s a sexy little vixen, too. Her name is Lauren Densmore, the daughter of one of the warriors and the head of a construction company. She has been training with her mother to help with the warrior training for the newly shifted werewolves. And you can tell by the way she looks. Her waist is so slim that both of my hands can close around it, yet she is anything but frail. In her short, black, strapless dress, I can see her sculpted arms and legs and the heels that she’s wearing make her perky little ass stick out and look perfect for me to squeeze. Lauren’s tits are the perfect handful for me, making them about a D-cup. You wouldn’t think that would just be a handful, but I’m a big ass dude. If someone is going to fill my hands, they’ve gotta be pretty chesty. Her figure isn’t the only thing that draws your eye. This girl is a total knockout. Fair skinned with a smattering of freck