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~Luke’s Point of View~Play it cool, don’t panic because she’s a couple minutes late. Goddess you’re pathetic.*I don’t think so at all! In fact being away from her has put me in quite a pissy mood. I could really get used to--* Dante cuts himself off when we see her. He doesn’t even want the distraction of his own thoughts and I get it.Her glossy red mane is loose again, not that I don’t like the pigtails. But this just makes her even more of a Goddess. She’s got on another form fitting dress with those boots, ugh!I lick my lips before I can help myself, and stand like a fool by her locker. We were barely able to sleep last night with everything going on, and with such fresh memories of Harlow’s soft body, her heavenly aroma of arousal and--“Good morning,” she says, giving me a big smile. Before I can even control myself, my lips do that crazy thing that they never do. As she stares at me, I can’t keep myself from laughing.“You have a bit of…” I say, raising my finger to her mouth
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Ohhh my gosh! There’s so many,” I squeal, as I run toward a mama and her puppies. They look as though they can’t be more than a few days old. They’re all nursing or trying to, since they want to crawl over each other.I immediately want all of them though I know that isn’t practical. But in my head, I’m already naming them. They’re golden retrievers and they are impossibly cute. A pet was something I always desperately wanted but in foster care it would have been another mouth to feed, and they don’t like that.“No,” Luke says, as his hands move to my shoulders in an attempt to hold me back.“But it's going to freeze tonight! We can’t leave them,” I protest, pouting.“Surely you know how crazy wolves are over transferred scents? She isn’t going to want our stink all over her babies,” he says. I make a face at that, but know there is probably some truth to it. My mind instantly wanders a mile a minute, trying to figure this out. “She knows what to do Harlow, l
~Harlow’s Point of View~What a fool I am! For the second time Luke has left me and I should do the same. I should use the packhouse phone and call for a witch to zap me into another time zone. Hell I don’t even know where the Shadow Warriors headquarters is, and I’m sure that’s how they want to keep it. Could be in another realm for all I know.Is that a thing?? Put that away for another day.I throw myself into my room and lock the door, fuming. I stare at the handle, practically daring it to open. The wait isn’t long, and there’s a knock. There’s not a doubt in my mind it's Luke, and I turn to look at the window as a possibility of fleeing. But I’m on the second floor and that doesn’t seem like an appealing escape plan.My hand rubs my belly absentmindedly as I hear feet shuffling. “Can we please talk,” Luke says, his voice low. I scoff.“Why, so you can lie to me? Make up something to justify you being so weird? Or tell me you have a girlfriend back at home,” I snap, and cross my
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Could there possibly be anything more boring,” I whine, propping my elbow on my knee and dropping my chin into my hand. Luke gives me a knowing look, equally as bored. The cheerleaders are half dressed, and I do all I can not to look at them. I notice Luke isn’t the least phased by them and that turns me on to no end. He doesn’t even look twice at any other female out here and he keeps holding my hand which I love a bit too much. “I might have asked you to go under these benches so I could sneak a kiss but I just watched someone dump a large cup of liquid through the floor. Why on earth would one do that,” he asks, and I let out a sarcastic laugh.“People are wasteful and stupid,” I answer, and mean it. My fingers twitch at his mention of kissing, and I wonder what he’d do if I just grabbed his face out here and--“So am I to understand that they all just chase a ball and hit each other over it? But they’re not allowed to actually injure the other? There are
~Tate’s Point of View~“This place reeks,” I whisper, irritated. It’s been far too long already that I’ve been stuck with Megan, and I’m eager to cut out her tongue.“Smells like real men,” she taunts, licking her lips. *If real men smell like armpits and cigarettes,* Colt whines, turning up his nose.We had to make camp in the woods and lie low, waiting for a chance to even get into the damn Hair of the Dog. It may be a bar, but that doesn’t mean just anyone is allowed in. Chance had made it seem like we could just walk on by, but that wasn’t at all the case. So we had to get in with someone who could get us invited. But it helped calm my nerves in a way too; I never once saw the male who’d saved Harlow. Maybe he really had left town.But camping in the woods with my ex that still hasn’t gotten it through her thick skull that I hate her is literally the most exhausting thing I’ve ever done. There was a time having her all over me made me feel invincible, made me empowered. Now I wish
~Tate’s Point of View~The next morning when we return to the Hair of the Dog, Trek isn’t even there. It’s just the bartender. He gives us another map, and again we go and find the packages like good little minions. By the time we’re making the last pick up, I’m nearly coming out of my skin.*Tate you in range,* I hear, as I jump down from a tree. Megan shifted to go on a quick hunt, but I was trying to hold out for something to eat later.*Yeah Shane go ahead,* I reply, over mind-link.I’m relieved to hear his voice honestly, anyone but Megan. I listen patiently as he relays some updates from the others that are undercover. He mentions there’s still no sign of the bar owner, and they believe there may be some sort of mutiny going on. I tell him things seem relatively normal at the Hair, at least there’s nothing strange on the surface. Just drug dealers, drunks getting into fights and strippers, all which we expected.I find it very hard to believe that Trek could overthrow anyone’s po
~Harlow’s Point of View~The heart in my chest thuds loudly all the way to my ears as my brain runs through every emotion. Pity for myself at being so naive, anger at him for leading me on.No, this simply can’t be right! There was something real between us, something intense and passionate. His eyes, the way he looked at me, the way he felt. The way his wolf was with me. It was all a lie?? Months and months of his smiles, his attention. Months of unspoken lust. How many damn nights did I touch myself thinking about Tate? While what??? He was with some other female?!“Son of a bitch,” I whisper, as a lonely tear falls down my cheek. I put my hand over my belly, and silently apologize to Bunny. Tate would have absolutely been an amazing father. I’m literally so mad I can’t move. It’s as if I fall into a weird trance, and everything around me carries on. But I can’t budge. How long I stay like that, I just don’t know. But when I blink again, it’s dark and my bladder gets my attention.
~Tyson’s Point of View~“Uhh, something I said,” I ask, turning back to River. He shrugs.“Grab our stuff and head inside, I’ll talk to her. Teenagers huh,” he offers and I nod. My wolf Axel stirs in my head, as he recalls the night we investigated Harlow’s brutal case. I’m hardly offended that she doesn’t remember me, I don’t think she ever looked up from her little cocoon. She was basically catatonic. But maybe she spoke to Tate then? There’s no chance he would have offended her, he’s extremely professional and out of all my children, has by far the best manners.“Kids,” I mutter, then make my way into the house.It’s well over an hour before they come in, and by then I’ve got a tray of meats, cheeses and fruit waiting. They both make a plate and come to sit with me in the living room.My mate will be home late, she’s off helping with one of our grandpups tonight and I simply needed a break from reality. The beach house offers that in spades. Unless you have guests randomly show up
~Luc’s Point of View~*What…what are we doing,* Dante asks, though he’s not physically trying to stop me. He’s too curious, more than. We’ve never even remotely responded to a male like this.When I lick around the piercing through the tip of the fairy’s dick, he groans. My body responds and I’m somehow even harder than when I first kissed him. It’s all so impossibly forbidden, for more reasons than one.Of course I’d dabbled in men off and on, I had to see what the fuss was about. But they were never the same as a woman’s soft curves, their shy giggle… The way their tight heat grips me and sucks me in. The way I’d fantasize about getting her pregnant… okay that was mostly Dante… but still.*And that’s why Harlow was literally perfect for us,* Dante insists, though he’s far too relaxed thinking about this male right now.Goddess what would it feel like to fuck this male? Has he even done that? Something tells me he hasn’t.*I don’t know what’s happening but something is screaming… mate
~Luc’s Point of View~~The Next Night~*Behind you,* I shout, over mind-link. The warrior drops, and the vampire flies right over him unable to stop his momentum. I dash to him, grab his head and rip it clean off. I quickly drop the head as the body twitches at my feet.*Fuck this one was bad,* Dante whines, as we struggle to catch our breath. Normally a fight doesn’t take so much out of us, but this one, this time… they were ready for us. It was a complete blood bath and while we were outnumbered four to one… we’re far more organized and trained. Well the other Shadows are, I’m still making it up as I go. Unfortunately, we lost two warriors and I have to carry that burden. “We didn’t have the element of surprise. But if they had advanced warning why the fuck didn’t they flee? Dumbasses,” Gaelin sighs, gasping for air himself. He is a hybrid fairy/witch and it took a lot of balls for him to come out tonight. But finding new ways to lure newborn vampires has called for drastic measur
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Ohhh,” I groan, trying to practice the breathing that Dr. Snyder taught me but it's so hard to concentrate. “I’ll take her,” Rowan says, as I feel his strong hand grip my arm.“The hell you will,” Tate fires back, as they argue once more.“What is all the shouting,” a loud voice booms.Hope growls through me, demanding we protect our baby from the threat. I jerk my head back to see a well dressed male in the doorway, he’s a vampire! He eyes Rowan and licks his lips slowly. CREEP!“She’s in labor,” the female shouts. The vampire shakes his head, as if HE is somehow put out.“Can we not just have a nice calm evening,” he mutters. “Godfrey, not now with your shit. Leave the humans to the human things,” Tate snaps, practically dismissing him. Hope preens at our mate, telling the big bad vampire he’s not afraid. Tate’s in a tux too, Goddess he looks delicious.*He’s a vampire Shadow,* I tell Hope, though she doesn’t care. He’s still a filthy bloodsucker, and not
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Rowan! Fancy meeting you here,” a voice says, as Rowan tries to move us into the hallway leading to the bathroom. My face is flushed completely red from his intense kiss, and I’m still breathless. I feel my mate’s strong and large frame completely tense next to me. I jerk my head to look at Rowan, and his jaw is clenched. I squeeze his hand, reassuring him.*That’s weird for him,* Hope says, confused. “Sally,” he grits out, clearly annoyed.*Ew! I hate her, whoever she is. Assert your dominance over our mate. I don’t like the familiar way she’s eyeing him,* Hope insists. I plaster on my best fake smile, perfected after many interactions with Rowan’s family.“Hello, I’m Rowan’s fated mate Harlow,” I say, though I don’t make any attempt to shake her hand. If he hates her, I’m not putting her scent on me.“Fated mate,” she squeals with big eyes. Several others maneuver around us, and it's obvious we’re in the way. “Yes,” Rowan snaps, as he pulls me tighter. Sa
~Rowan’s Point of View~“What’s wrong,” a male asks, as Harlow winces and touches her belly. She breathes through it.“I’ll get the doctor,” another male says. My entire world spins out of control and I nearly snarl, pushing down the intense need to bat them all away as my beast wants to do. People are touching our mate, putting their scent on her and it’s only me that should be caring for her.“She’s fine and stubborn, she insists on staying,” I say, and snake my arm around my little acushla, pulling her away from those gawking at her.“Rowan, this is Lilly and her mates River, Hunter and Skylar. They’ve helped me so much with my pregnancy and helping to find out about my family. They’re really the absolute best,” Harlow says, standing up straight once her pain subsides and waving her hands.My defenses immediately go up, sensing the magic of a very strong witch nearby, though it's been doing that since we got here. It’s making me nuts. There are far too many in a concentrated area.“
~The day of the charity ball~~Harlow’s Point of View~“Rowan, we don’t have time,” I giggle, as my mate licks my clit in the most torturous way. He knows damn well neither of us cares about time. When we get going, there’s no stopping things. Everyday with him has just been better than the next and I’ve never been more convinced I’ve absolutely found my true fated mate. Of course Hope in my head constantly panting and drooling is also making it all the more apparent.*Just relax,* Hope insists, lost in the feeling, the warmth and comfort of our mate. Each moment is too precious, especially when he goes out so much at night, and I have no idea where he’s going. I know so little about his “work” and while it feels like it isn’t my place to ask… it's killing me.But then he comes back and holds me, kisses me then more. And I forget I’m angry, I lose myself to him each and every time. “There’s time,” he breathes, and I gasp realizing he came inside me earlier this morning and I haven’t s
~Luc’s Point of View~“Fuck I had no idea there were so many. They look like a damn bee hive of dumb blood suckers,” Tate whispers.I roll my eyes and scrub my face, holding my position in the clouds. I can’t argue with his words, knowing this was once me. Leading the charge of mindless newborns at that. You couldn’t have told me a damn thing, I was absolutely convinced I was invincible in those days. Really… most of my days. We whisper to each other and try to identify a leader, but can’t manage it. None seem capable of flying, which is a damn huge positive. Though it took me many years to perfect it and manage to stay up for more than a few minutes at a time.Tate’s hot breath is just in my ear, his weight on my back is a lot… the male has certainly never missed a meal. Though having a vampire side to me makes my body almost stay a certain way I hate. I can lift weights, do whatever exercises I want, I can’t build muscle and keep it the way a normal human can and that’s always pisse
~Rowan’s Point of View~“Uhm…what are these,” I hear, from just in the bathroom. I move to the door to find it open, and Harlow is gaping at the sink counter. I rub my chin and admonish myself for being in such a hurry.“I uhm… they’re piercings. I took them out because I didn’t want to scare you our first time,” I explain and quickly gauge her reaction. She looks beyond confused and it's completely adorable. She’s just in one of my muscle t-shirts, and it stretches over her little belly perfectly. We slept in half the day, and I guess we both really needed it.“For … where,” she asks, her face totally blank. I rub the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed. I’m never embarrassed, it's completely against everything a McGrath stands for. But this teenage girl who holds my heart in her hands…well her opinion means everything to me.“I got it done on a whim. If I leave them out another day or so the holes will probably heal. I’ve probably already left them out longer than I should’ve,” I sa
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Hmmm, more, more…” I mumble, rubbing between my legs. *Yes! Ohh this is so good, SO good,* Hope cries out. I work my clit and move between it and my wet center, desperately wishing for something to really fill me up. Remembering the feel of Rowan yesterday, how damn masterful he was with me. Luke was certainly good but Rowan went down on me like a starved bear needing honey. The sound of a foot step shakes my entire body and I grab for the blanket, knowing that I’m in bed completely naked. With Hope’s help I can see my way around the dark now, though I know it’ll be sharperr after our first shift. “Just me macushia,” a deep voice says. Then a warm hand cups my cheek. I look up into Rowan’s eyes, and he’s clearly hungry…*Starved! Ohhh let’s do it,* Hope squeals. *Isn’t it too dangerous? What if he bites us,* I warn, as the bed dips and I move a bit to give him room. “What does that mean,” I ask, knowing it's something Irish. He gives me a warm smile and