LoL, that text thread and Delilah with the shock value. Hopefully, Silvercloud can keep it together to get to the bunker lol.
I haven’t been this eager to shift since the first time. I also haven’t been this glad I didn’t wear my standard sports bra and boyshorts. André may have taunted me about what I was packing, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t bring or don’t own cute underwear. The only reason I didn’t put on my usual sports bra is that this morning Sara tracked our mate, and I figured if I came across him, I should put in some effort. ‘Judging by how he’s staring at you, it was the right call.’ Sara laughed. Okay, that was the ego boost I needed. Undressing to shift at the pack is totally different. I quickly undress and change to my wolf. I’m naked for all of two minutes. Right now, however, I’m taking my time undressing because Jonathan is looking at me like that. His brown eyes were getting darker and more intense, with the amber of his wolf swirling around starting to overtake more of his iris. I’ve been leered at once or twice. The offender lost some teeth and, when one dared whine to Alec about it
So typically, when someone thinks of the personality traits of us four ranked wolves, we each have our own vibe. Logan is the grump who’s easy to piss off. John is the polite level headed one. Charles is the rational, logical one. And I’m the laid-back one who will laugh off situations. That whole protective growling thing I did to Azriel was out of character. Yet nothing is more out of my usual vibe than Jaci taking more control and ripping the clothes off Persephone. Even before I could shift, it always felt like I had Jaci riding shotgun in my head, and after I shifted, he remained as my shotgun. I know it’s not how most human/wolf spirits work, but it’s how we are. So for him to take more control caught me off-guard. I get it. Jaci is as affected by the mate bond as I am. I just figured we had more self-control than that. Apparently, Persephone rubbing her hand over my dick as she offered to take them off was the straw that broke the camel’s back or the wolf’s patience. Not th
Maybe it’s the mate bond, Jonathan, that I’ve spent too much time around the D’Amore family, or perhaps I never knew I was a sexually bold person. Whatever the reason, there’s no going back now. I made my choice, and despite the initial discomfort of having his cock buried deep inside me, I regret nothing. Is this how I pictured my first time? Outside with my legs wrapped around my mate, held in his strong arms in a standing position? No, absolutely not. Is this a LOT hotter than what I’d pictured? Hell yes. Then again, I never really thought about what my first sexual experience would be. And I hadn’t tried to imagine what my mate would look like. I can assure you I would never have thought he’d look like Jonathan. That might have made me a pessimist, but I figured I’d end up with someone dull as toast. A stable, average guy in the Goddess’ effort to try and balance out my personality. Yet here she went and surprised me by giving me a man who has been my idol for the last four years
HOLY SHIT! Many things have blown my mind in my life. Usually, it has been some new discovery I’ve made. But nothing, and I mean NOTHING, has blown my mind like sex with Persephone Fayte. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot a condom. Though saying I forgot a condom implies I have condoms. I’ve never required them. I bought a few boxes of condoms once. I bought multiple boxes of different sizes, types, and brands for an experiment when I was fourteen. Luna Elizabeth, unfortunately, came across my experiment and had a total meltdown over a minor having condoms. She called it improper and scolded Logan for ‘raising a heathen.’ She didn’t care that I was running scientific experiments. Logan rolled his eyes and said she should be happy I was learning about safe sex. He also pointed out that I was in college getting my master’s degree, so the fact that I was doing such a lowbrow experiment showed that even if I’m a genius, I’m still a kid. Logan was big on the idea that kids s
I’m still not sold on this whole guards thing. It seems weird to me, but who am I to argue with the ways of Bloodmoon? They have their reasons for doing things this way, so whatever. While I read over the six profiles on the screens, my contemplation was interrupted by Dove. “Thirty-four missed text messages from The Boys group text. Would you like to respond?” Dove questioned as the screens rearranged to combine two profiles into one display and brought up a string of text messages. I furrowed my brow as I looked at the text message thread. I only really know Kurt of those involved in the thread. I’ve met Tanner and Collin during the war, but that doesn’t mean I’m overly close to them like I am with Kurt. And I’ve only met David and Mikali briefly today. But based on what I’ve just read, these males are as big of gossip queens as André. I arched an eyebrow at Jonathan, who was running his hand over his face in frustration. “I am sorry you even had to read that….” He sighed. “Your
Logan can’t get upset with me for blocking the pack link. It’s not like he and the others don’t do the same damn thing. So I wasn’t going to apologize to him when I took him off mute. He knows why he was being blocked out and knows better than to expect an apology for it. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I didn’t expect him to drop bombs on me. First, he told me that I’d got a week to be prepared to face three Alphas that have decided to pop in and check on Persephone and Delilah, mostly Persephone because of me. I could handle that. I’ve met André and Alec. Though I only met Alec briefly at Kurt’s wedding. And while he’s intimidating in a way even Logan isn’t, I’m not worried about it. Honestly, I’m not concerned about the D’Amore family. I’m worried about Crista Fayte. Along with Delilah, she’s the only family Persephone has left, and being mated to me means leaving her sisters to move across the world. While I doubt she’d dare to interfere with the will of the Goddess, it doesn’t
Nothing could be better than falling asleep in Jonathan’s arms after an epic orgasm. I was wrong. What could be better? Wake up to Jonathan’s hot breath on my thighs, his searing kisses peppering my soft skin, all leading up to his tortuous tongue licking my pussy before dipping inside. He hadn’t done that last night, fingers and cock, yes, but we were both a bit too eager to delve into oral foreplay. “Jonathan…” I moaned, arching against him as I gripped the sheets. I moaned louder as his growl vibrated against my core, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His arms looped around my thighs, pulling them further apart as he devoured me like a starving man. I could already feel the pleasure building inside me, and I didn’t know how long I could take it before it exploded. I know he’s never done this before, so why is he so fucking good at it? Maybe it’s because he’s being methodical about it. He’s taking his time, exploring, and learning, which touches push me closer to climax. How d
A tiny, like a planck worth, part of me feels sorry for Hana. She’s turned sixteen and had hopes that someone in the pack would be her mate. In the end, none were, and some even found their mates within the pack. So it’s an emotional time for her, but that’s not an excuse to be a rude little shit. Persephone is the Delta female of Bloodmoon. Okay, she isn’t yet, but she will be after I mark her and she takes her oath. Technicalities aside, as the Princess of this pack, Hana should be treating Persephone with more respect than she has. She was probably nicer to her before finding out we were mates, which is a problem. Hana cannot simply treat someone rudely just because of who their mate is, especially when that person is going to be a ranked member of the pack on top of being the sibling of an allied pack’s Luna. She knows better but is choosing to be a child. I’m glad she’s leaving today. She’ll be gone all summer, and while the gatherings will most likely be a bust, she can use th