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I was so stupid! I couldn't believe how much I'd lost control of myself with Jaxon. Still naked and reeling from my arousal, I could barely make sense of how fast things had went from amazing to horrible. I didn't think when I moved to Greyson and Jaxon. Eluna was screaming in my head. I didn't realize how quiet she had been before, how silent things had been when I'd been with Jaxon. Eluna had been a lot more vocal when I was with Greyson. I didn't have time to consider why that was. I jumped forward, pushing Greyson off of Jaxon with all the strength I could muster. He growled, barely budging and turning his angry gaze on me. "You!" he seethed, moving off of Jaxon and pinning me to the ground, holding me by the shoulders. He'd been so rough with Jaxon, I was shocked when I realized how much Greyson was holding back as he pinned me down. His grip was firm, but I knew--from seeing how he'd pinned Jaxon--he was holding back with me. Still, his dark, hateful gaze caused me to shiver a
The conversation with my father was less than helpful. Apparently, Greyson hadn't gone straight to my father after finding Jaxon and me. Part of me wondered if it was because he was as conflicted as Jaxon and I were about the entire ordeal. It didn't make sense to any of us. Not that I'd had a chance to truly learn everything there was about the pack. I'd had a brief introduction to things and then my one transformation. I walked through the main "street" of the pack's camp, looking around as my packmates went about their daily activities. None of even seemed to notice as I made my way through the area. It seemed odd... How did they not notice me there? Any other time I'd walked into any of the public areas, I had been the center of attention--not that I'd wanted it. Now, however, it seemed that my "new-ness" had worn its welcome. I was just one of the pack, no different. I relaxed, glad that the attention was no longer as focused on me. I wanted to be able to enjoy learning about
I couldn't stop thinking about Danika...and Jaxon. I hated seeing her with him. ...I hated seeing the two of them without me? My head throbbed as I played back my last encounter with the two. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn't believe what I'd done. I wanted to show Danika how weak the mate she was with was and instead I'd messed everything up. I groaned as I thought of how amazing Jaxon's mouth felt on my dick. I felt my cock twitch just from the memory and flushed at the realization of how far I'd taken things. I had to get over this. Had to get over Danika and Jaxon. As I made my way to the tent that housed the pack's concubines--women who'd lost their mates and were willing to bed the unmated males of the pack--I realized that I wasn't going to be able to go through with it. I growled, running my hand through my hair, wincing as I reached several knots and wondered just how awful I looked. After claiming Danika, everything had felt right. The coldness I'd always felt
I blinked slowly as my senses began to return to me. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened last. All I knew was I was no longer in the encampment and as the realization came, snippets of what had happened before I blanked returned as well. I'd been...walking? I'd sensed something? No, someone. Danika! You need to get out of here. Fast! Eluna's words hit me like a bucket of ice-cold water straight to the face. I sat up and worked to get an idea of exactly where I was. While my eyes were adjusting faster, I wished that I had been born a full werewolf, instead of the halfling I was. My father had explained that while I did share some of the heightened abilities wolves had, mine were limited due to the human blood coursing through me. I cringed, remembering when he'd explained this the disappointment clear on his face. I would never be like the rest. Shaking my head, I quickly set aside any more self-loathing thoughts that threatened to distract me from my current situation.
The difference between my three mates astounded me. Greyson's kiss possessed me, Jaxon's kiss empowered me, and now, Kade's kiss comforted me. As his tongue swept over mine, I melted into his embrace, returning his kiss with the same amount of passion and fervor he was giving me. As his hands slowly began to trace their way up my sides, I whimpered and leaned back just slightly to allow his touch. I needed him to touch me more. My body was on fire and Kade's touch was the only thing that seemed to help. I gasped as he stood, moving his hands to my ass to hold me up and causing me to wrap my legs tight around his waist. I only had a moment to wonder exactly where he planned to take me before he swept one of his arms over the table and knocked the empty plate and silverware to the ground before sitting me on the table. "I need to touch you," he growled, running his lips down my throat as he moved his hands to the ties on the nightgown. With a quick flick of his wrist, the nightgown as
Let me out, Danika! Now! I blinked at the sudden cry in my head and whimpered, realizing Eluna was finally speaking again. I watched in horror as both Greyson and Jaxon moved in their wolf-forms, circling the vampires as they continued to block any advance the newcomers tried to make towards me. The one with the dagger had already tried to attack Greyson with the blade, both attacks had been evaded and met with Greyson's large paw swiping at the man's arms, his claws tearing through the vampire's flesh each time. I watched on as the vampires tactic changed and I could see that they were trying to see what their best move would be. Part of me hoped they would run, but I knew even if they tried, Greyson wouldn't let them escape. I could tell Greyson wouldn't be happy until he was tearing into flesh. Danika, are you listening? You need to fight too! I don't know how! I finally replied to Eluna's frantic cries. I do. If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment,
I moved my hand to my mate's cheek, feeling the warmth leaving his body. His dying gaze watched me with a mixture of confusion and desire. I felt a tug at my lips as I fought not to show just how glorious his death felt for me. As a young wolf, I'd wished for a strong mate to come and take me from my home. The pack I'd once called my own had placed all their orphaned young in the care of the pack's elder--who had been far too old and far too uncaring to have been entrusted with the care of so many younglings. We'd been squished together in small huts, separated by age and gender, though the elder never truly bothered to check to make sure that we weren't co-mingling. I'd been ten when I'd lost my virginity. I'd been so naive and trustworthy. I'd learned quick not to make the same mistake. That night, still shaking and hurting, I ran into the woods, blood still caked between my thighs, the only external signs of just how hurt I'd been. When I could run no further, I'd fallen into a p
Eluna was in control and she didn't seem to have any interest in returning my body to me. I watched in horror as she moved forward in my body, moving her hands to Greyson's chest. "Touch me," she whispered softly. I watched as Greyson's eyes narrowed and he leaned down, running his nose on my throat and Eluna let out a soft whimper in pleasure. I wondered if this was how Eluna felt behind my eyes, feeling so powerless and out of control. I wanted to feel sympathy for her but this was going too far. She was using my body to get off with my mates. Jaxon stepped forward, his face awash with concern and uncertainty. Could he know...? Suddenly, Greyson's hand was around my throat and a flash of red flooded the "room" I was in and I cried out in panic. Greyson's eyes narrowed in on me--no, Eluna--and I felt myself relax when I realized that Greyson had noticed that it wasn't me. But what could he do? I could tell that his hand was barely squeezing and I could see that while he was upse