Two weeks later"Are we finally going to try this? We've been prepping for what feels like forever." I licked my way up Saint's neck. He shivered as his fingers curled into the flesh of my ass. "Maybe we should wait one more day. I don't want to hurt you."I rolled my eyes under the cover of my closed lids. This man. So dominant. So caring. So sure I wasn't ready to take one of them in my ass. I guess I'll just have to show him that I was more than ready.I slid down his body. A wave of magic and all of us were naked as the day we were born. As I sucked his cock into my mouth, Kord came up behind me.Curling around my back, he pinched my nipples with one hand. With his other, he slid a hand down my belly and straight over my clit. With a sharp movement, his fingers were deep inside me. I groaned around Saint's dick as waves of pleasure washed over me. Sprinkled with the counterpoints of pain from Kord getting my nipples ready for the clover clamps. I felt my core cream at
The next night"Wake up, Saint," I said softly in our shared consciousness. I could barely contain myself. I had felt the swell of magic. Had felt it when it took root."Saint," I said again. The man slept like a rock at the bottom of a spring. "Mgmgs," he mumbled.Forcing our arm to move, I slapped our face. He shot up, his teeth bared. "Who's there?" he called out. "It's me, you buffoon," I said.Our head cocked to the side. "Ten? Why are you waking me up? Can't whatever it is wait until morning?" He snuggled back down into the comfortable bed in our new home. "No." I shook our head so he would fully wake up. "Wake up!"He sat up, pulling the blankets with him. "I'm awake. What can't wait until the morning, Ten?""Kiema is pregnant.""WHAT THE FUCK!?"I snickered as everyone in the room burst from the bed, fists and knives raised in defense. "What is it?" Ransom's head turned back and forth quickly, visually sweeping the room. With a grunt at its emp
Six months later"Last time, I'll ask. I swear." Kiema swallowed heavily as she moved around behind me. "You promise you're okay not getting your deer back?" Kiema asked me as flicked the fabric of my dress this way and that to get it to lay perfectly.I waited until she looked up at me. That look of slight hesitation on her face tugged at my heart. "I promise. I was never meant to be a deer. A shifter of any kind."She nodded, sniffled quietly. "You ready for the rest of this then?" Kiema asked me as she adjusted the crown of flowers in my hair. "So much more than ready. I've been waiting for this my entire life." I bit back the tears that wanted to flood my throat. Not today. I wouldn't ruin this day with tears.She smiled as she stepped back. "You look beautiful, little sister." Tears gathered in her eyes. I held up a hand, looked at the ceiling. "Don't do that. I told you I wasn't crying today. You start crying, then I'll start crying. Then we'll have to postpone e
Three months later"And I'm telling you right now, dad, that if you want to ever see these babies, you'll stop sending my mates to the Underworld for a cooling off' period. That shit is getting old," I said as I waddled into the hospital built for gods and demi-gods. He chuckled beside me. "But, bubbles, they deserved it. Crowing like they built Olympus bare handed. They were getting on your Circle's nerves. I could tell." He said as he lifted me into the bed. "Bring them back, dad. Now." I glared at him. Even though, on the inside, I was smiling like a loon. This was the type of relationship I'd always dreamed of having with a father. He sighed, a smirk still pulling at his mouth. With a snap, my three mates stumbled into the room."Damn it, Apollo," Saint said as he flicked his shirt. "Cerberus almost got me that time."My dad's head tipped back as he laughed and laughed. The babies inside me loved that sound. They kicked at my belly. I rubbed at the spot. "Easy
"You could die. You realize that, yeah?" the low husky voice burbled through the phone. It reminded me of a lazy river in the woods. Not that I'd ever seen one in my life. Maybe that will go on the list of things to see when I escape.I straightened my spine. I was going to die way too early either way. I might as well make it on my terms instead of my parents'. "Still there?" I shook the morose thoughts away. "Yes. And yes. But we have to hurry. I'll be summoned for the next ritual any day now. I don't have time to waste. I need this plan in place as soon as I get to the cabin. I also need your reassurance that I won't be found." I shuddered to think what my parents would do if they found me after running away. Imprisonment would seem like a luxury.People moved outside my glass walls. Ordinary lives. They didn't know how lucky they were. "I give you my personal promise of safety." I could hear the sincerity in his voice. "We're ready on this end. We just need final locat
I smiled as the haughty look dissolved from the lovely Kiema's face. I'd been expecting an old, bent woman for the price my parents were giving the Feuers for my healing. Someone who knew what she was doing. Someone who wouldn't fail. Not some woman who looked barely old enough to have a driver's license. And especially not someone with a body I wanted in my bed. Had it not been for the torture ricocheting through my body, I'd have been more than happy to inspect her more thoroughly.I clenched my back teeth as my bones rippled and shifted. It felt like something was trying to escape my skin. From witch doctors to cutting edge medicine, my parents and I had been left to flounder for answers for something no one could explain. A line of sweat beaded on my top lip as my body fought an unknown war. As the recognizable torture rolled through me, I saw Kiema's gaze land on my trembling body. Fascinating. Most couldn't tell when I was having an episode - as my mother liked to call
"Five minutes," the guard called through the apartment's speaker system. "Fuck you," I breathed. I leaned over the vanity and finished putting on my mascara. Mouth hanging open, one eye overly wide, tongue off to one side. "Shit, shit, shit." My eye watered after I stabbed it with the mascara wand. Back to square freaking one. I wiped off the crescent moon of black from under my eye, reapplied my base makeup, and tried again. The sound of the door opening brought my back up the way it had for years. An overly loud, begrudging sigh reached my ears."I have more important things to do than traipse you around the building. Hurry up, Keema." In my reflection, my lip curled as she purposefully butchered my name. Gritting my teeth, I smoothed down my dress. Stepped into my shoes."Coming." I didn't bother raising my voice. I knew she could hear me. I walked out of the bathroom and turned left. There she stood. Ms. Evaline Cartwright. My father's sycophantic PA for most of
And somehow her father thought she was nothing but a puppet. I mirrored her stance as I studied the woman who held my future in her petite hands.Without her high heels, she was average height, average build, a little curvier than I preferred my women, but, fuck, were all her curves were in the right places. Her skin, its honey brown tone at odds with the seemingly almost new-baby surface, had my fingers itching to trace it. Jet black hair and almost silver-gray eyes completed the picture.There wasn't too much resemblance between her and her parents, though. Other than height and mother's and daughter's hair color, there wasn't too much that had been passed down from the older generation. All for the better, in my opinion.She made a noise deep in her throat, pulling my attention back to her face.We'll see who is playing by whose rules, sweetheart.She opened her mouth. I held up a hand. "You can save your breath, Kiema. Your man down at the patrol desk gave me the lay o