All Chapters of Mother, May I: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I knew. The second that those overgrown bats started talking about how to take down Lucifer, I knew that this is when information would get out that would change everything. You see, I had been given a prophecy when I was very young about the great loves of my life. Why, you may ask? Well, none of us gods are particularly faithful to human lovers. And one of my lovers was an oracle. I got with her, and then her brother, and then her sister and she was pretty pissed off with me. So she gave me a prophecy about my love life. Now, you may ask, why is that such a bad thing? Well you’ve never been given a list of your four greatest loves, have you? See when you’re in love, you want to think that it’ll never end. It’ll go on forever and you’ll live happily ever after and all that mushy and unrealistic bullshit. Now imagine that you are in love. You’re happy. But they are only the first name on the list that you were given. What kinds of things go through your mind? Why

Hermes moves over so that Jake and I can sit down, though he keeps JoJo on his lap and doesn’t pull out of her. From experience, even when he’s soft, he’s big enough that he is in no danger of falling out. Jake sits on one side of Hermes and JoJo and I sit on the other, the two of us cuddling into our godly mate. All four of us are breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths. My thoughts go back to something I’ve been thinking about since I found out that we were mates, while my mates whisper sweet words to each other, along with kisses and petting. I can’t help but reach out and touch JoJo’s stomach, my hand splaying on the tiny, flat, tightness of her, thinking what she would look like with our pups growing inside her, making her stomach rounder, fuller, and brimming with life. JoJo gasps and I look up to see her eyes dancing with unshed tears. “You really feel like that? You want pups now?” “Yes,” I say hoarsely. “I know that we’re facing war and that the timing fo

“How do we get in touch with the angels? Did you figure that out?” I ask my great aunt. “Actually, they stopped me before we left the meeting,” Selene says. “They want to meet with all of the gods and goddesses that are connected to the shifters that are possible archangels.” “So why are you here Hecate? You aren’t connected to any of us as a goddess or a mate,” JoJo asks. I pull her into my chest by the back of her neck, using my thumb to wipe away the last vestiges of her tears. I don’t like knowing what this is doing to my mates and I’ll do anything I can to help comfort them. I can’t help but smile when she turns into my palm and kisses it. The spark of lust from the newly formed matebond flares, but it seems when something really important presents itself, we’re able to put it on the back burner. This whole mating process is fascinating. I am in awe of Selene’s creativity when she made the werewolf species. And I’m especially thankful for the three wolves that

I wake up with Freya in my arms. I love the feel of her against my skin. The barely there sparks that move up and down our skin when we touch feel so good. I like that this is something that is just the two of us. The sparks with Nyx are much stronger, as will be the sparks with whoever Freya’s mate is. But the fact that they are there at all shows how special we are to each other. I pull Freya in even tighter to my chest, skating my fingers up and down her arm and kissing just behind her ear. I smile down at her as her face nuzzles into my chest, her hands and legs winding around me as she partially wakes up. She hums against my skin, scenting me even in her half asleep state. I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest and against her face. Her big brown eyes blink open and a lazy smile crosses her lips as she looks up at me. “Hey, sexy,” she purrs, her voice husky with sleep. “Hey, baby,” I smile before leaning down to kiss her. “What’s got you up so early?” she

I barely have my last sentence out when Amelia has me pressed against a tree, her mouth on mine. “Mmmmm,” I groan into her mouth. It would be funny how quickly she’s on me, except for the fact that I’m so turned on. Her hands are in my hair, squeezing my tits, cupping my ass, and moving under the hem of my shirt. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you with my tongue all day, Mommy,” she tells me. “I need to taste you. Please, Mommy.” “Yeah, baby girl? You been thinking about it all day? How good my pussy is gonna taste for you. How I’m gonna cum in your mouth? How I’m gonna sit on your face and ride your tongue like a it’s a pogo stick?” I purr in her ear as she kisses down my neck. The scent of her arousal is potent in the air and mine quickly mingles with it. I chuckle as her hands move under my shirt, up my torso, and beneath the band of my sports bra to cup my tits. My voice comes out husky as I ask her, “How wet are you, baby girl?” “Fucking dripping, Mommy,”