Hey friends! Looks like the Riding Hoods will be making their move soon :0. Also, Charlie in charge? Yes, please. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
The minute I walked up to the cabin door and saw the folded paper with my name taped to it, my body reacted. This is what Charlie would do before we mated to Brandon when she wanted to be the dominant. I would walk up to our rooms in the packhouse and find a note with instructions. Since we marked and mated Brandon, Charlie has been content with being the submissive. Probably due to her enjoyment of pain, which Brandon showed me how to provide while still making it pleasurable. I feel like I’ve excelled in my learning, if I do say so myself! But I’ve missed Charlie’s dominant side, a fact that hasn’t really hit me until now. While Brandon is all about domination, Charlie is all about teasing and flirting with different sensations. Two different sides of the coin, both of which turn me on. So, when I saw Charlie’s note, I knew I was in for a good time. Come inside and go directly to the playroom. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed. No talking. Await further instructi
Zak has been straining for release since I sheathed him inside of me. I honestly don’t know how he’s managed not to cum, but I will happily reap the benefits of his engorged shaft in my pussy. Goddess, he feels amazing! The only thing that could make this feel better would be for me to have Brandon inside of me as well. But, he’s being such a good little sub. He’s going to get a reward all his own. Just thinking about the things I’ll do to him, plus the sensitivity from my previous orgasms has me on the precipice of another release. “Fuck, you feel so good inside of me, wolf! Do you want me to cream all over you?” I moan, staring into Zak’s eyes. He frantically nods his head, his eyes pleading with me. “Cum, boys. Cum for me,” I cry out as my orgasm takes me. I feel Zak immediately explode inside of me, his hoarse cry filling the air, both mine and Brandon’s moans mixing with his as we all cum. The feeling is exquisite as I feel Zak pumping inside of me, pushing my o
“Pass me the hot sauce,” I say to Michael. “Baby, do you really think that’s - “ He starts. Then he sees the look on my face, and, like the smart male he is, shuts his mouth and passes me the hot sauce. I hate hot sauce. I hate everything spicy. But our child is a week late. A FUCKING WEEK! And when I tell you that I will do anything - ANYTHING - to serve this child his eviction notice… You have grown out of this studio apartment, kid, and your landlord is telling you it is time to get the FUCK OUT! I take the hot sauce, peel up the little stopper that only lets a drop out every five shakes so that I can pour that shit all over my scrambled eggs. Michael stares at me. I know he’s about to do it. I know he’s about to mansplain to me. I stare at him, willing him not to be stupid enough to do it. Willing him to shut his fucking mouth so that he will make it to our child’s birth. I don’t want to have to kill the wolf. He is really very pretty. And he knows how to fuck
A week after our eventful breakfast, Zak and I are standing at the entrance to the main packhouse, along with Naomi, Slade, Bella, Gregory, Jamal, and Dev. Arya and Charlie are with Corinda, Carmen, and their mates getting things together at Homestead. Today is the day that all of the West Coast packs and the two packs that had been rounding up the rogues would be joining us. The West Coast packs had already arrived via private plans and cars earlier today. The rogue round-up crew had left the northern satellite location about four hours ago, running in their wolf forms. That meant they should be here any minute. In all, they had found about 20 adult and 15 teenaged rogues. The adults were fairly feral, though several of them were able to be rehabilitated during their time with the two packs. They had all been inducted into one of the two packs that had been looking for them and had been rogues for short enough times that they were able to come pack in the months they had b
“Ok, baby doll. I know this is hard, but we’re gonna try, ok?” I say to the sweet pup in my arms. She’s obviously small, even for newborn standards. All they had to feed her was the formula that the humans supplement or replace their milk with. Though it seems to work for humans, it doesn’t work for wolves. For whatever reason, our pups at birth merely look human. Their responses to pretty much all stimuli is more wolf than anything, and that includes their diet. They can only handle wolf’s milk. Anything else just fucks with their digestive system. It explains the vomiting and complete diaper blowout that I just cleaned both of us up from. That was the most foul smelling thing I’ve ever smelled come out of a pup. I had to call Citra, who lived the closest to Homestead. Carmen and Corinda don’t have anything that would be in either of our sizes, me being super petite and Summer being so young. Luckily, Citra had just finished feeding Caleb and was able to come right ove
Over the mindlink between the alphas, I hear Zak scream: Charlie’s been taken! That was the beginning of these past two weeks of hell. My best friend has been taken by these leathery hags. We’ve been searching for her and the pup everywhere. It’s fairly obvious that the Riding Hoods took her. Bella, Citra, Hawk, and Marcus were able to find the trail that they used to get into our part of the pack. It’s circuitous, through streams and over bare ground, making their scent easier to disperse. The only reason that we knew the route that they took was because the witch used a huge amount of magick to cover their tracks. Apparently, magick leaves an imprint in the environment or some shit like that. Whatever it was, they could track them to a main road where the trail stopped. That means that they got into some kind of car. Why do I keep saying “they?” A rogue was with the Riding Hood. The rouge had to have been the one that carried Charlie, while the Riding Hood had carried
Morgana sent Joseph, Clayton, and Rhett on a mission with Lucianne to convince some more Crone covens to join the Riding Hoods. I was wondering how they were getting so many witches into the country after the original twenty that Celeste got into the U.S. Apparently, they had convinced/taken over several of the Crone covens in the area. It didn’t surprise me at all to find out that some of the Crone covens shared many ideals with the Riding Hoods. America is nothing if not famous for its xenophobia. It’s more that about 10 Riding Hoods could take over several covens on their own. How do they have that much power? So they were off to another coven, trying to bring enough witches to our side. As powerful as the Riding Hoods are, they can’t take on all of the wolves in all of America along with two huge covens. Shit, by now, they might have called in some of the other Mother and Maiden covens that they have alliances with. That’s even more magick to contend with and the Ridin
“Celeste told her that they’re in the warehouse district of New Orleans,” I tell the combined Alpha and Witch Council via a conference call. “And why should we believe her?” Kare asks? “It’s true. She’s a traitor. She could just be leading us on a wild goose chase so that we don’t find Charlie and Summer,” Sandra says. “I don’t think so,” Bella says, slowly. “She was really adamant that we save her coven, even if it meant her demise. I think she’s probably telling the truth so that we’ll save her coven when we get Charlie.” That makes sense, actually. “Great! Then let’s get going!” Zak has been busting at the seams to get out of here and go get our mate. Truthfully, I agree with him, but I know that we’ve got to come up with a plan. Our friends will probably want time to prepare and consult Selene as well. They are going to want to figure out how to get everyone there and even more people back, and it’s all just going to take more time away from us getting our mate ba