All Chapters of Crossing The Bridge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

So, here I am, in James’ car, heading to a club in Saint Paul. This is completely out of the norm for me, and one of the few times I have asked anyone to watch my child so that I could go out for myself. I try not to ask my sister to watch my son, as she works way too much, has a ton of her own responsibilities, and I feel bad asking for help so that I can do something for myself or something social. It took everything in me to ask her to watch him tonight at my place. She was so excited to help, and I know it is because she worries about my mental health. Yes, I have had a rough life. I keep my PTSD, anxiety, and depression at bay. Also, with now being in my forties I gained this new, I don’t care attitude, which helps a ton, but not completely. We have reached the club now; this should be interesting…I mind whisper to my spirit panel, the Watchers, “Should we put money on whether James meets his mate and ditches me tonight or not?” They just laugh, those sadistic assholes. I open

Staring down at her beautiful face, I am taking in all her features while Max’s men remove all the women from the room. Here lying in my lap is my mate. The person I have waited thousands of years for, finally found and in my arms. Her long dark mahogany hair has streaks of rich dark reds, a spectrum of light to dark browns, and several platinum blonde strands artistically woven in. Her skin is olive toned with slight hints of pink in her face. She is curvy and has the most delicious looking breasts that I have ever seen. They are definitely a size D; I want so badly to bite and suck on them; fuck I feel like a perv right now. A scar runs from her collarbone down her cleavage line, which I want to follow with my fingertips until I touch her sweet flower. The memory of her heart surgery as a small child pulls up in my head. She has a little mom tummy and sexy legs. She is short, probably 5’4”. Her eyes are almond shaped, and her lips are a soft kissable light red with a plumpness I

Before my mind could continue that realization and suck me into the darkness that often swallowed me, he disrupted it as he cupped his lips on my clitoris and sucked. Placing a finger inside of me he asserted himself more by licking and sucking every sensitive cell of my flower. Feeling the pulsating sensations of his tongue and lips in and on me, my body started having waves of warm pleasure and shocks cascading up and down. My mind went into another dimension, as his blissful mouth continued the consumption of my arousal. Trying so hard not to scream in intense pleasure, I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth to force the sounds from erupting out of me. He did not waiver, and continued as I met multiple orgasms. I have no idea how he pleasured me with his mouth and tongue for over an hour, and I became completely vulnerable to him. So vulnerable that my normal tenacious will power was completely broken down. After the fourth orgasm, he licked up every drop of my nectar, stood up

As the first song came to an end, Max and Damen smiled as they stepped back away from Sam and I to sit on the sofa across from us. “We each want a dance with you separately our Gia, my doe,” Max melodically insisted. The three of them seem to speak without saying anything out load, as if they communicate telepathically. It was strange but also very intriguing. Feeling Sam’s body move from my backside, the sparks and tingles moved as his arms spun me around to face him. My heart raced as our eyes locked. Dark red speckles blended into his obsidian eyes. He stood at least a foot taller than me with his every defined muscle in full revelation through his tight black shirt. Suddenly, he lifted me and placed my feet upon his. While continuing his gaze into my soul, he rested my hands upon his shoulders, and his hands at my hips. His movements ever swift and graceful, that my eyes could not keep track of them. I remember reading once that the human eye can only see up to thirty to sixty

[Gia’s POV]Max’s words struck my very core, causing my body to tremble with pulsating need for our skin to be in full contact. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined or thought of being in the situation I am in right now. These three stunning and chiseled men, beasts, or figments of my imagination have my entire being flying so high right now.That small pang of doubt keeps trying to rear its ugly head in me, by making me think this is not real, a trick, a very bad trap, but the compelling sensations I feel pull me back to this moment. Damen stares up at me with his ice blue eyes, as he strokes my thighs. His black pupils have morphed into cat-like vertical slits, and his canines have protruded into fangs.Max moves my hips back and forth on his bulging erection, which is so perfectly fit between my lady bits. Sam has now reached out one of his hands to fondle my left breast, his eyes still burning garnet in color. I don’t know what I am doing, and my willpower, logic, and