Well that was a hot and exciting first time. At least Crista made Persephone do the responsible thing and get on birth control. Now to the bunker where these two can geek out over Dove.
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
That girl certainly has a lot of empathy for others. No wonder anyone I’ve spoken to about the Fayte sisters has always called the youngest the cinnamon roll sweetheart. Crista is the eldest and takes on a more matronly and collected role. I am mated to the middle sister, who by all accounts is the unpredictable wild child that is a total smartass. And honestly, that’s an accurate description of my mate. “She’s your assistant and knows the truth. And even then, she only knows a part of the truth. Without knowing you’re a werewolf and about our culture, you suddenly being involved with a person you just met is probably alarming.” Delilah sighed. “Still don’t like her calling me his fuck buddy,” Persephone grumbled, biting into her muffin aggressively. “I’ll talk to Shikoba to the extent I’m allowed, and it will be handled,” I promised. “I need to text her and confirm that all interns need to have their access locked down and that it includes you.” I sighed, taking my phone out. Me:
I’m glad we could clear Rohan’s name. That bird intrigues me almost as much as my mate. It doesn’t explain how Dove knew something Jonathan didn’t. There’s no logical reason that Dove would know Rohan was rejected rather than mateless. That is such bullshit. It makes me want to travel to Paris, find his rejector, and teach him a lesson. I can’t wait until we get the chance to dig into what Dove can do. And realizing that Sybille is Luna Sylvia’s sister was a trip. I’m going to have to tell Delilah. I don’t want her to find out suddenly. My sister is more emotional than I am. So knowing her, she’d break down crying and hug Sybille making the woman uncomfortable. I should also make sure Crista and Tie know if they don’t already know. I wouldn’t want them getting caught off guard when they show up. There will be enough drama without adding to it. A lot was going on in my head. I have a meeting with the female leaders of Bloodmoon, and we need to schedule appointments with my potential g
The phone conversation Cillian overheard freaks me the fuck out. I still haven’t managed to wrap my head around Cillian being that Demonclaw girl’s mate. Yes, I’m still calling her that. Until she’s been cleared of suspicion, she doesn’t get to have a name. And I don’t think that will be happening. Persephone might be right that I’m targeted not because I’m Silvercloud but because I’m a Weaver biologically. And I don’t know what’s more distracting. All this crazy shit or Persephone’s presence in my lab. Either way, I’m distracted, and it’s making coding difficult. Lunch break couldn’t get here soon enough. I may not be able to do much about the Demonclaw shit, but I can do something about Persephone and the gravitational pull the bond creates. We hadn’t directly discussed our lunch plans, but the way we kept looking at each other, I felt we were on the same page. I’m not sure where we could go that would genuinely be private. Then the thought hit me that we could use my Silvercloud o