Sorry. Fell asleep before I posted last night.
“We have to find him,” Hecate insists, very concerned about Nyx. I’ve not seen her this worried about one of her humans in eons. This one is important. Selene’s concern mirrors that of her best friend and sister goddess. Nyx is important to several of her plans for her wolves as well. “Apollo is working with his oracles. The Oracle of Delphi has yet to sleep since we’ve come to Valhalla, her energy only sustained by Apollo,” Zeus tells us. “But they still haven’t figured anything out yet,” Thor says, more a statement than a question. “No,” Minerva agrees, her voice forceful and cold. Much different than my sister, Athena, her Greek aspect. It is odd to see our Roman counterparts here, seeing as many of them were built directly based on us, with some pagan and or religious twists. We think close enough to each other that it’s uncanny, but differently enough that it’s weird. “We need someone else to help us. Someone else who can see the future,” Selene murmurs. And a thoug
I had seen Alex and JoJo when I arrived back in the room. Before going to her meeting with the gods, Selene had brought me back to my mates. Of course, Hermes was already there, so I didn’t get to see him. But that was to my advantage. I needed to see him on his own. When he walked in, the sight of him nearly took my breath away. He’s so fucking beautiful. The blonde hair, the tanned and toned muscles, and those electric blue eyes are like they are sculpted from a wet dream. One that I’ve been having ever since I first saw him. And, of course, the first thing that I say to him is completely profound. “Hey.” “Jacob,” he whispers. The sound of my name coming off of his lips is hot enough that it makes my toes curl. Again with the profound statements, I say, “I’m home.” Home. It’s funny that I would call Valhalla home. I’ve never been here before. But that isn’t the home that I’m talking about. I’m talking about the home that is being in my mates’ arms. Being wit
The feeling of Jacob’s skin against my own is a taste of heaven that I’ve only ever felt when I’ve touched my other two mates. Never in my life did I think that I would feel it. Never in my eons here on Earth did I think that I would find anyone to complete my soul. And I’ve found three of them. Werewolves.Who would have thought that mortals such as them could be the key to my happiness? Creations of a Titan. Though two are touched by a goddess, holding a piece of her inside them. And the other is destined to hold far greater power than even I can contemplate. The power to build and create worlds, if only he harnesses it. That same mate now touches me, causing sparks to flare up and down my skin, making my arousal ratchet up another notch.And then the heat of his warm mouth encompasses the tip of my cock and my head snaps back, my eyes closing as a guttural sound escapes my mouth. “Aphòdeuma (Shit!)” I don’t even realize that I’ve slipped into Ancient Greek. It just feels
You would have thought that Freya and my relationship would be really awkward after not just having sex, but also having to justify our decision to everyone in our lives. I had been afraid that it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. We talked about it like mature adults. We agreed that if anything else happened, then it happened, but we weren’t looking to change our relationship. There seemed to be very few negatives in this arrangement, especially since we both decided to go about things like we always hand. I’m not saying that we acted like it didn’t happen. There were definite looks between the two of us that were more than something that you would see with people that were just friends. And I did once ask Freya if she had been ok with losing her virginity to me, even though we weren’t in a relationship. Her response floored me. “I didn’t lose my virginity, Nate. It’s not like I’m out here looking for it. I gave it to you.” That is the biggest positive thing that
The second that I tell him to take me, his hand dips into my leggings and panties, feeling the wetness that has collected at my core. “Fuck, you’re drenched!” he says in a voice that is filled with a growl. “And you’re fucking hard as steel,” I moan, my hands scrambling to pull his shirt over his head. I loved the feel of his skin against mine the last time that we were together and I’ve been aching to feel it again. “It’s because of you. You’re fucking tease. Licking my finger like that. What the hell did you think was going to happen?” Fuck, the growl in his voice is making my pussy clench. His fingers brush my clit and I throw my head back, clamping my eyes shut. “Goddess Above!” “She won’t be able to stop what I’m going to do to you, Frey. You want to tease me? Now you get the consequences.” And then he pushes two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so tight! Have you been playing with yourself thinking of me since the last time?” “Yes,” I moan at the feeling of hi
This feeling is so…strange. So different. I don’t really remember what my body used to feeling like, but it wasn’t this feeling. This is just…wrong. Too loose and limitless, yet too tight and finite at the same time. I stretch and feel my joints loosen and pop, my skin try to seize up. I hate this. This feels awful. I can’t stand to wear clothes right now. The feeling on my skin is like sandpaper. Like it’s slowly, painfully scraping away pieces of me. That is, when I have skin. Because I’m there are times where I become night. Where there’s nothing to my body and all I am is darkness. Living, breathing night. Just like my namesake. But my powers are more than than and I’ve only just started gaining them. I can become night. I can bring it on. I can become shadow and manipulate how deep and dark it is. And I can put others to sleep. For good. Not kill them, just…make them go to sleep. And they can’t wake up. Not unless I want them to. I’ve also gain
The car ride has been full of awkward silence since we left for Alpha Roman’s area in Washington State right after breakfast. I mean, we’re in the car with a 13 year old pup who is sedated enough to suppress his wolf that we don’t really know. And Kens and I are at the tail end of our bonding period. It almost feels like everyone was like, ‘Sooo, now that you’re mated, it’s time for you to have a pup. Here you go, have fun.” Kens had been trying to enlist Ryder in conversation, but he’s just responding with grunts and single word answers. I don’t know if he’s lack of response to my mate is because of the sedation he’s under, because he’s exhausted after leaving so early in the morning, or because he’s got a bad attitude, but it’s really pissing me off that he can’t even give my mate enough respect to answer her. And it’s not just the fact that she’s a Luna. She’s trying to draw him out of his shell and to learn more about him. We’re going to be together for a while and we
I have no idea what Amelia said to Ryder when I was in the gas station, but I came out to a completely different wolf. He had been an asshole the entire trip, but he was suddenly speaking in full sentences and even cracked a joke or two. Turns out, he and Amelia shared a love for 80s rock music and a horrible singing voice. We’ll just say that their duet to Carry On My Wayward Son would not be making it on CarPool Karaoke anytime soon. The 180 that our roadtrip suddenly took was so pleasant and fun all because of whatever the conversation was between Amelia and Ryder that I knew that I would have to reward her. We decided that we would camp out under the stars tonight. Here in the southern part of the US, it rarely gets to the point that we werewolves are cold, even in the dead of winter. And with the heat wave that had taken over during this part of mid-spring, it was perfectly acceptable for us to be camping. As we go further north, that same action is going to seem somewhat