All Chapters of Curse of the Wolves: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Azrael We landed in Leopolds tavern, a rundown brewery on the eastern side of Bargainer’s Bay. Those who frequented this place came for one sole purpose and it wasn’t the watered-down ale, or the chairs that would leave your ass riddled with splinters. No, it was for the entrance in the cellar. The one that led to a place the locals called, “The Underground”. We wanted to get things done quickly, anything to return to our mate’s side. I’d warned Orion against troubling her, as did Draco, but I knew he wouldn’t listen. My little wolf might be able to handle herself, but I knew Orion’s words hurt her more than she let on. Flicking a gold piece to Leopold, the one-eyed owner of the tavern, we traversed the winding steps that led deep down into the earth. When the torches along the walls grew dim, plunging us into absolute darkness, we knew we’d reached our destination. My brothers and I long suspected that the catacombs beneath Bargainer’s Bay were used to transport humans sold into

Blakely “Surprise bitch.” I smiled down at the man who’d locked two of my mates in cages. Cages I could tell were worn with use. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they held, which only steeled my resolve. The man blinked slowly, as though stunned his strange magic hadn’t worked. Don’t get me wrong, I could feel it worming through the recesses of my mind. It slithered in through my ears, coiling around my thoughts like a snake. The desire to do his bidding had been overwhelming at first, only to splinter and shatter as it met the bars of the cage my wolf was tucked away in. I didn’t know how it was possible, nor did I care. “You are just full of surprises, aren’t you?” The man purred beneath me, frantically grabbing at what scraps of confidence remained. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide the way his cock shriveled beneath me. I swallowed back a mouthful of bile and smiled sweetly, “Tell me about it. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to tell your men to release

Blakely “You’re ours after this,” He growled, “I’m never letting you go, Blakely. None of us are.” Magic danced within his eyes as he slowly lowered me onto his cock. I held my breath, only relaxing when he began whispering in my ear, murmuring things no one had ever dared say to me before. We watched, both our eyes on the mirror, as his cock stretched me wide. The pain was nothing more than a steady burn, drowned out by the pleasure of being filled entirely. When he moved, lifting me but a few inches, I gasped at the overwhelming sensation nipping at my every nerve ending. I could only watch, my eyes half-closed, as he began thrusting. “Goddess, you’re taking my cock so well, little wolf. I knew you would. I fucking knew—” His voice trailed off, his words becoming incoherent. The sounds he made would be forever burned into my mind. With every movement, his powerful thighs clenched. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from him, wanting to memorize every inch before I fell into oblivion

Blakely Two hours had passed since I’d dropped to my knees for Draco, and I couldn’t bring myself to banish the sight of him, his head thrown back and lips parted, from my thoughts. Never had I felt so in control, so powerful. Biting down on my lip, tasting the remnants of him on my tongue, I thought back to the feel of his fingers tangling in my hair, so painfully gentle as he slid my mouth down his thick cock. The sounds he’d made were burned into my memory, blotting out the low tenor of Azrael’s voice as he and Orion led me deeper into town. I’d barely been able to fit my mouth around him. For several minutes, I teased him mercilessly, dragging my tongue over every curve and vein, all the way down to his balls. If he’d noticed my inexperience, he didn’t comment. Mere seconds after spilling into my mouth with a deafening roar, he flipped me onto my back, and shredded the gown I wore in two. I had just enough time to suck in a gasp before his tongue was buried in my pussy, devou

Blakely As the carriage rolled down the winding cobblestone streets of Bargainer’s Bay, I found myself brushing back the silken curtains lining the window to my left to peer out at the sprawling city in the midst of an ethereal dusk. Darkness lingered around every corner, growing deeper with each passing moment the sun continued it’s course across the sky. With each bump, my behind dug into the padded bench seat, drawing my attention to the acute soreness between my legs. As though he knew where my thoughts had strayed, Draco’s eyes darkened. The massive Lycan God sat across from his brother’s and I, taking up the entire bench on the far end of the carriage. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but trail my gaze over every inch of him, my body clenching and unclenching. Each Wolf God was dressed to the nines. Silken undershirts, each a different hue plucked straight from the night sky, overlaid with velvet jackets etched in sparkling silver. Azrael’s was a violet that bordered on maro