LOGINOwen paced nervously. They all were on edge. Malcom was the worst, obviously because Poppy wasn’t there yet. Also because they hadn’t actually completed the bond and thus it wasn’t clear if they could prove anything to the Council.
But the future of their clan rested on the outcome of today’s meeting.
So they were all nervous.
All waiting for Poppy to show, though each minute she wasn’t with them it seemed less and less likely she would come.
Malcom couldn’t stop staring at the bare, glistening pink pussy in front of him. Her entire mound and down her legs was soaking from her slick. His wolf preened a little at the thought that he did that. He made her so wet it was dripping down her legs.But the deeper, more primal part of him demanded that he take what was his.Using one hand to pin her hips to the mattress, Malcom ran his nose up her thigh, to the juncture where her legs met her mound, inhaling her scent deeply. She smelled so fucking good.“Malcom…” she moaned as his nose brushed her skin.He looked up at her with a small glare and gave her wet seam a sharp smack, making her cry out and jump, more from shock than pain, he guessed.“What do ye call me in bed?” he growled.“Daddy.” She whimpered, her voice heavy with need, “I’m sorry daddy, I just… I need you.”“Daddy knows what ye need, lass.” He kissed away the sting of his slap, relishing the feel of her breath hitching, her body jerking in response to the stimulus.
Poppy eagerly stepped over the pool of fabric at her feet and walked toward Malcom, her mouth watering at the thought of him naked. All those glorious muscles; that long, thick dick. His knot that he promised her but also hadn’t given her yet.Her pussy was weeping at the thought of what was to come, a thick trail of slick was soaking her panties and dripping down her thighs. “Yes daddy.” She kept her head lowered but peered up at him through her lashes.“God, lass, ye’ll be the death of me.” He muttered as she stepped in front of him, running her hands up his chest, slipping them under his suit jacket and slowly pushing it from his shoulders.She was torturing him, she knew. But it was also a powerful feeling to know that she and she alone could bring this giant of an alpha to his knees, begging for her.Once the jacket hit the floor, she slowly started with his tie, unknotting it and slipping it out of his collar. His Adam’s apple bobbed as the expensive silk slid away.“Are ye try
Poppy was swept up in the whole whirlwind of the day. Malcom meeting her half way and carrying her to alter was the last thing she clearly remembered. They said their vows, but she was a mess of tears as he promised to love and cherish her for all of eternity. Hers were pretty similar. Callum and Melissa, Raphe and Eve had all taken their turn promising a life with each other.Myrna was right, it was really similar to a human wedding. With one glaring exception: there was no exchange of rings.Malcom and Myrna had told her that Lycans did things differently. Instead of a piece of jewelry, they marked their mates. But what exactly that meant, Poppy wasn’t sure.All she really knew was that it didn’t happen during the ceremony.By the time the celebration of the triple mating had started, Poppy was a horny mess. Hell, she’d been horny since before the Council meeting.Ever since they’d returned, Malcom had been diligent in making sure she had multiple orgasms a day. What he hadn’t done
Malcom stood at the moon alter and straightened his tie for the thousandth time. He’d never thought he would be here. Prepared to vow his eternal love to his fated mate, two of his best friends on either side of him, waiting for their mates as well.Not even a year ago he had been looking for a way to avoid the forced mating to Natalia Reacher. He had never expected to find Poppy, that she would be as amazing as she was. That they would face the Council, uncover a corrupt plan to control the Lycan world, unveil an underground research facility that was torturing both Lycan and human subjects. That Henry and Natalia Reacher would be dead. That Callum and Raphe would both find their fated ones, too. That all three females were also part of a strange line of women called the Daughters of Hecate. He still didn’t really understand that one. Poppy had explained it like they were a sisterhood who shared similar genetic mutations. Those mutations made them more susceptible to the Lycan gene
Melissa was overwhelmed. Which was a bit of an understatement, but she really didn’t have any other words to express her feelings.There was just so much going on. She had, apparently incorrectly, thought that once the whole Council meeting was over things would calm down.She should have known better. There were far too many things to do once they got back to the clan seat. Callum, Owen, and Raphe were busy checking all the security issues. Michelle was in full assistant mode running all the other assistants while Malcom spent most of his time with Poppy. And Eve was spending a lot of time with her daughter and Dr. Fiona to process the trauma of what had happened to them. Even Scott and Fern had duties; someone mentioned something about liaison to the next Forest Run Alpha. Someone mentioned Scott might have Alpha tendencies.Melissa hadn’t paid much attention to that; she was more concerned about what she was having to do during this time.Myrna was in full mate ceremony planning s
Poppy dropped to her knees. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy wet and wanting. And his cock looked amazing.Something primordial stirred inside her. A part of her that loved how he asserted his dominance. How he both protected and used her.She was both his precious treasure and his wanton whore. Licking her lips, she stared up at him. Malcom’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked at her, face inches from his huge dick.“What do you want me to do, daddy?” She asked, all sweetness and innocence, though she knew full well what exactly he wanted from her in that moment.“Suck me off, love.” His voice was gravely with need and rough with his command.Malcom wove one hand through her short strands, tugging her head closer to his penis.“Open wide, like a good girl.” He rubbed the tip of his cock on her lips, coating them with his pre cum, “I’m goin’ to fuck yer mouth. And ye are going to drink down every last drop. No spills.”“Yes, daddy.” She moaned, opening her mouth as wide as she cou
Malcom was restless. He had been for a while; his wolf wanted to claim Poppy, ceremony or no. To knot her and watch her belly become round with their pup. It was getting harder and harder to keep that feral side in check.But now that Poppy was gone, it was a thousand times w
Melissa was panting by the time they approached the remote cottage. Surrounded by sparse trees and an overgrown garden, sat a run down building that had a patchy thatched roof. The whole thing looked like a strong wind, or a small sneeze, would knock it over.There was a rick
Melissa hated feeling useless. Callum was off trying to find Poppy and keep Malcom from doing something stupid. New girl, Eve, was apparently a master tracker who could help out, but she knew shit about Poppy. But Eve got to go play detective while Melissa had to sit on her butt at the castle and p
Poppy had no idea where she was when she woke up. The room was airy and bright, though on the small side. The bed she was on was made out of rough beams but had a comfortable mattress and she was covered with a handmade, colorful quilt.There were dried herbs and flowers on the wall.







