This night with my mates was more than I could have ever thought to have asked for. When I died, I woke in a completely blank space, a white void that was as empty as my heart felt at that moment. I was dead. I’d never see Arya or Devin again. My mom. My friends. All of them instantly taken away from me. At least I’d managed to save Arya. And kill Mathias. Speaking of that shithead, there he was, passed out on the ground about 50 feet from me. Would I be an asshole if I went over and kicked him in the head? Nah. Didn’t think so. After kicking him in the head…and the stomach…and the kidneys…repeatedly, I sat down breathing hard. Mathias had made a groaning sound right before I kicked him the first time, but I had apparently knocked him out with that first one. Shame he didn’t feel any of the subsequent kicks. Cathartic though, so I couldn’t complain. “Feeling better?” I turned around to see the Goddess standing behind me, a smirk on her face. “Meh.” I shrug my shoul
I wake to the feeling of sparks marking up and down my body, focusing mostly around my cock. I open my eyes and glance down. “Awww, fuck! Citra, baby. That feels so fucking good!” Citra has her beautiful, full plumped lips wrapped around the head of my cock. Her eyes flick up to mine as she slowly lowers further onto my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder on me. I groan, my hands going to the back of her head. I don’t take control of the blowjob yet, preferring to let her have her fun. I can smell the peppery, tangy scent of her arousal and it makes me wrap my fingers into her hair, my wolf literally purring in my head. Over the last few weeks of Citra’s pregnancy, she’s become increasingly horny, wanting sex at least three times everyday. Not that I’m complaining. My wolf and I are preening at all of the attention that we are getting from our mate. Especially since it seems that her preferred method of foreplay is to suck me off to completion. Again, not comp
Michael’s cock in my mouth is salty from his cum. I fucking love it. He tastes amazing. Even though I can’t feel the sparks from our matebond that Michael can, I do feel more sensitive to his touch. When I’m sad, he gives me comfort. When I’m angry, his touch calms me. And when I’m horny, his touch drives me insane. Within seconds, Michael pulls out of my mouth and pulls me up under my armpits. “Enough!” he says, huskily. “I need to be inside of you.” I smirk at him before laying face down on the bed, my ass in the air and my feet touching the floor. “What are you waiting for?” I tease. “Fuuuck!” Michael steps between my legs, rubbing his cock over my soaked core. “This pussy is going to be the death of me.” “It’ll be a happy death, though,” I say, my sentence ending on a moan as he starts to push inside of me. “Holy shit! How are you still so tight, baby?” Michael’s voice is almost a whine at the pleasure of pushing slowly, but steadily into my opening. I think it’
1 month later… Finally, the last group of wolves have arrived in our territory. The Meteoric Rise territory. Fuck, I hate that name. I can’t wait to change it tonight. Tonight at Slade’s ascension ceremony, we will also have a ceremony to change our name. Slade and our leadership have kept a tight lid on the name change. Our pack knows that we are changing our name, but they don’t know what it will be. There are just too many opinions and, honestly, ain’t nobody got time for that shit. So, tonight a lot of shit was going to be happening at the ceremony tonight. I will be officially recognized as the luna of this pack with Slade as my alpha, as well as an entirely new beta, gamma, and delta would be inducted and Michael instated as our oracle. And a name change which will change the pack mark on all of us, a mark created by the Goddess. It’s gonna be a long and involved ceremony. Because of that, we’ve decided to wait out introducing Nathan as the Alpha heir to the pack.
I stand in a large amphitheater, surrounded by all of our friends, family, and several of the combined packs. Many of the witches, including Bella, Liv, and Marcus, are also there. We are all gathered to witness the ascension of Naomi, Slade, and their leadership. Since the mated pair have to also instate a new oracle, I will be presiding over the ceremony tonight. And it will be a long one with all of the ranks and positions that we will be inducting. Because of the length of the ceremony, Naomi and Slade elected to have a meal beforehand. And, because it is Texas, we had to have a barbecue. The omegas of Naomi’s pack out did themselves with smoked brisket and ribs, cornbread, potato salad, collard greens, and more desserts than I could sample in a week. Glad that I had to change before the ceremony into my ceremonial gowns or the smell of barbecue would have driven me back to the buffet table. As the sun is setting, I call the assembly to order. “My brethren, we have gathe
“Where are we supposed to meet them again?” Chloe asks me. My mates and I are sitting in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart in some no name town in the middle of Louisiana. The car is nondescript and registered to a straw man company that Hakeem had created so that things we bought and did couldn’t be traced back to us. Apparently the trail ended in an account in the Cayman’s. We’d already eaten the potion-steeped apple from Bella before we left, rendering our DNA unusable tot he Riding Hoods’ location spells. “At that diner across the road. We’ve still got another hour before the meet time.” My voice is tense with anxiety. Today, my mates and I would be join the search for the Riding Hoods. Two days ago, the day after Naomi and Slade’s pack ascension and bonding, they had called the three of us into their office. Asking us to keep what they said quiet from everyone, including Corinda, they proceeded to tell us their theory that someone else was feeding the Riding Hoods informati
Luckily for us, the car that we’re in has seats that fold down into an empty hatchback, so we have plenty of room to maneuver. Sev and I hurriedly push the seats down, leaving a flat surface for us to play on. I hear Joe’s deep intake of breath and turn around to see Chloe toeing off her pants and panties. I chuckle at him, running my palm across the flat of her stomach and up to cup her breast. “She is pretty fucking hot, isn’t she?” “Fucking hell, yeah she is!” Joe agrees emphatically. Chloe pulls me into a kiss, Sev moving up behind her and kissing along her neck. In a sultry, breathy voice, Chloe says, “Hop into the front seat, Joe. Enjoy the show.” “Happily,” Joe replies. He seems to be a male of few words. Honestly, I’m glad. The only reason we really want him around is for the purpose of an audience, not because we want to chit chat. Sev and I quickly disrobe outside of the car before climbing into the back seat. “Fuck!” Joe’s eyes are huge as he takes in our ere
We roll up to the diner where we’re meeting Chloe, Casen, and Severn about five minutes before the meet time. I can see them through one of the windows, a waitress setting down drinks. “Thank the Goddess they’re sitting down to eat. When was the last time we had cooked food that didn’t taste like a fucking tin can?” Gregory says, relief evident in his puffing out of his breath. He quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out of the car. I’d laugh at him if I didn’t feel the exact same way. Gregory and I are the two meeting up with the newly formed trio to take them back to our group of trackers. There are about 10 of us in the group. Three can go home now that these three are here. Well, after a day or two of training and debriefing. We walk into the diner, signaling to the waitress that we’re heading over to CCS’s table. I extend my hand out to the one wolf I’d actually met, Case. “Hey, guys. How was the trip?” Clasping my wrist with his hand, we greet each other in the