That night turned into a complete and utter blur. We all drank. We danced. Rowen and I spent a lot of time in the VIP, telling the guys that we were people watching, but really, we were making out and exploring each other. Rowen has a very real talent for blowjobs, but he seemed to enjoy my abilities as well. It was really all that we could do to keep our hands off one another, especially when his brothers were around and Jai returned. I really don’t remember the trip back home or much of anything after last call. I really don’t know what happened at all. What I do know is the feeling of a hard body wrapped around mine when I wake up. And the erection pressed into my ass. The scent that envelopes me tells me exactly who it is and I roll in Rowen’s arms, pressing him into the mattress beneath my body. My mouth immediately seeks out the juncture of his neck and shoulder, playing over the spot where his matemark will go. I suck hard on the spot, only stopping to allow my te
I wake to the scent of cedar and smoke and warm arms wrapped around me. I’m the little spoon to a hunky, muscled, amazing smelling big spoon. I smile at the pleasantly sore feeling between my legs, reminding me how thoroughly Esteban used me last night. I give a little moan as I stretch in his arms only to feel his arms tighten around me. “Goddess, baby. You make sounds like that and move that perfect ass on me and I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from taking you again.” To make his point, he begins to rub his growing erection on my ass. I moan again, unable to stop with the feel of him against me, the memories of the pleasure that he gave me running rampant through my mind. “Fuuuck!” Esteban’s voice turns husky as his hand dips around to feel between my legs. “You’re already wet for me. Look at how much you’re dripping and I haven’t even done anything. I love it.” “Esteban! So good,” I moan, feeling two of his fingers dipping into my wet warmth. I move agains
Esteban and I finally make it out of bed around noon and I quickly text my dads that I need a bit more time to recover before I start the drive back to the pack. They immediately text me back saying that they don’t want me on the road too late and that they will send their private jet to pick me up. It’ll be here around 7 so that I have plenty of time to sleep and hydrate. I love my dads so much. They want me home, but they understand what it is to be a young wolf, remembering what they were like themselves. They don’t hold anything that we do against us unless it hurts others, the pack, or could potentially really hurt us. Everything is done with love, understanding, and patience. They love their teachable moments and it has made Jared and I some of the most sought out wolves for helping solve arguments, make compromises, and negotiate deals. It’s something that we’ve inherited that from Papa, who’s Goddess gift is for negotiation. So, Esteban and I decide to spend the day
Jared is fucking insatiable. He’s fucked me in his bed at least three times, on the couch, against the wall, and tackled me to the floor when I came out of the bathroom. We’ve finally made it to the shower and the look in his eye is telling me where his thoughts are headed. His hands are soaping my chest and starting to circle around my nipples. I moan at the feeling, though I don’t know that I’ll be able to stand if he fucks me again. “Jar, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it if you fuck me again. My ass needs a break.” I whimper. “Then fuck me,” he moans against my skin, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. That is my weak spot and one that Jared found quickly and exploited to his benefit. I love having my nipples played with. Twisted, pinched, flicked, bitten, or sucked, it doesn’t matter. Anything will almost instantly get me hard. Which is definitely the case now. I suck in a breath, lust clouding my vision. But uncertainty creeps into my voice.
It’s getting closer to the time that we have to leave and I’m not sure how to handle it. How can you get this attached to someone in less than 24 hours? How can you yearn for someone who knows so little about your actual day to day life, but you feel like they know you better than anyone? How do you leave behind the person that you feel this kind of deep connection with? Because I’m struggling with it. Hard. There have been so many times over the last few hours that I want to say, “Fuck it!” and tell him exactly who I am. To have him come home and stay there with me, build a life with me. Because I can see it so clearly. I can see the happiness that we could give each other. But that isn’t fair. To so many people that isn’t fair. Esteban turns 21 in a few days and still hasn’t found his mate. What if she’s out there, just waiting for him? What if my mate is waiting for me back home? That’s three other people that would be unfairly affected by my choice to selfishly k
I had lost JoJo and Chris soon after getting onto the dance floor, Fati and I getting on the stage and dancing with two males. They were pretty hot and could dance their asses off. Fati had quickly reeled in her dance partner, wrapping him around her pinky finger with just a look and biting her bottom lip. After about five songs, she and the male drift off into a dark corner to do Goddess knows what. The male I was with was a bit handsy. At first, it wasn’t a big deal. He had his hands on my waist and running up and down my arms. It actually felt really good. He pressed in close to me, his entire body moving along to the beat with mine. Then his hands moved around my waist and up my stomach until they landed just under my breasts. He ran his nose over the pulse point in my neck to my marking spot and back. His nose was soon replaced by his mouth and I was putty in his hands. “That’s right, baby. You want me to make you feel good?” he says in my ear, his breath fanning my
Staring at my face in the mirror, I carefully run the straight-edge razor along my jawline, scraping off the last of the beard that I have there. I’d been growing it out for the past few months and enjoyed the fuller, more rugged look that it gave to my face. Brandon also seemed to enjoy the feeling of the hairs running along his skin whenever I kissed him or…did other things. However, this morning I found two gray hairs in it and it has to go. I wouldn’t normally say that I was vain, but Goddess, I'm only 42 years old. Surely that’s too young to have gray hairs! Devin, who’s here for the ceremony, laughed his ass off about it and has teased me mercilessly about it all day. So it’s coming off before Chris and her friends get here. Of course, we know Fati and JoJo, being extremely close friends with their parents, Gael, Meredith, and Hakeem. And Summer has spent time with us throughout her entire life, Chris and Jared spending time with her and her mother as well. Charlie di
I had never thought that a scent would enchant me the way that Charlie’s did and Zack’s continues to. When I had the two of them with me, all I had wanted to do was wrap myself in their scents, rubbing it all over me, and carry their smell with me wherever I went. I know that we had told Chris that we would willingly go to the second-chance mate ball. I had even opened my mind to the idea of having another female mate. Don’t get me wrong, I love Zak, more than anything in this world other than our pups. But both Zak and I have worked out to the point that there is no softness between us. Just hard, chiseled muscle. It makes Zak a very drool worthy mate and he and I have amazing sex still to this day, especially in the playroom. But there is something to be said for a softer body against yours. To have tits to bury your face in. A soft ass to cup. The softer skin gliding along yours. Even if the she-wolf is toned and athletic like Charlie was, there are just certain parts