All Chapters of Mother, May I: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I knew. The second those overgrown bats started talking about how to take down Lucifer, I knew this was the moment. The one that would change everything.You see, I was given a prophecy when I was very young—about the great loves of my life.Why, you ask?Well, none of us gods are particularly faithful to human lovers. And one of mine happened to be an oracle. I got with her, then her brother, then her sister—and she did not take that well. So she gave me a prophecy.About my love life.You might think that’s not so bad, but have you ever been handed a list of the four great loves of your life? Because when you’re in love, you want to believe it’ll last forever. That it’s fate. That this is the one. But when you know—know—there are others? That this is only love #1? Well, it poisons the well.You start questioning everything. Why don’t we last? Is something going to go wrong? Is the next one better? When do I meet them? Will I regret this?And then dating becomes a whole oth

Hermes shifts slightly to make room for Jake and me on either side of him, though he keeps JoJo firmly in his lap—and doesn't pull out of her. From experience, even soft, he’s still big enough that there’s no danger of slipping out.Jake sits to Hermes’s right. I settle on the left, all of us cuddled up together, sweaty, breathless, and content.While my mates whisper soft words and trace fingertips across warm skin, my mind drifts to something I’ve been thinking about since we first discovered we were fated.I can’t stop looking at JoJo’s stomach.It’s still taut and flat, but I can’t help imagining it round and full—swollen with life. With our pups.My hand drifts to rest there, splayed wide, possessive and tender all at once.JoJo gasps. I glance up, and her eyes are shining with unshed tears.“You really feel like that?” she whispers. “You want pups now?”“Yes,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I know the timing’s crap—we’re in the middle of a damn war—but I can’t help it. I want to see yo

“How do we get in touch with the angels? Did you figure that out?” I ask my great-aunt.“Actually, they stopped me before I left the meeting,” Selene says. “They want to meet with all the gods and goddesses connected to the shifters who might become archangels.”“So why are you here, Hecate? You aren’t connected to any of us as a goddess or a mate,” JoJo asks. I pull her into my chest by the back of her neck, using my thumb to wipe away the last of her tears. I hate what this is doing to my mates, and I’ll do whatever I can to comfort them.I can’t help but smile when she turns into my palm and kisses it. The spark of lust from our newly formed bond flares, but somehow, when something this serious arises, we’re able to set it aside. The whole mating process fascinates me. Honestly, I’m in awe of Selene’s creativity when she created werewolves.And I’m especially thankful for the three wolves I’m bound to.“I’m supposed to talk with Artio, the Celtic bear goddess. One of her bear shifte

I wake up with Freya in my arms.Goddess, I love the way she fits against me. The barely-there sparks that flicker up our skin when we touch—yeah, I could get addicted to that feeling.It’s not like the lightning-bolt crackle I had with Nyx. Or whatever Freya will feel when she finds her real mate. But the fact that these sparks exist at all? That says something. This thing between us, it’s ours.I pull her closer, skating my fingers along her arm and pressing a kiss just behind her ear.She hums, sleep-heavy and warm, curling into me instinctively. Arms and legs wind around me, and she nuzzles into my chest. My chuckle rumbles through her cheek.Her big brown eyes blink open, and that sleepy little smile hits me right in the chest.“Hey, sexy,” she purrs, voice husky with sleep.“Hey, baby,” I grin, leaning down to kiss her.When we part, she asks, “What’s got you up so early?”“Thinking about what Nyx said… about you and me.” I run a fingertip along her cheekbone.Her face shifts—jus

I barely have my last sentence out when Amelia has me pressed against a tree, her mouth on mine. “Mmmmm,” I groan into her mouth. It would be funny how quickly she’s on me, except for the fact that I’m so turned on. Her hands are in my hair, squeezing my tits, cupping my ass, and moving under the hem of my shirt. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you with my tongue all day, Mommy,” she tells me. “I need to taste you. Please, Mommy.” “Yeah, baby girl? You been thinking about it all day? How good my pussy is gonna taste for you. How I’m gonna cum in your mouth? How I’m gonna sit on your face and ride your tongue like a it’s a pogo stick?” I purr in her ear as she kisses down my neck. The scent of her arousal is potent in the air and mine quickly mingles with it. I chuckle as her hands move under my shirt, up my torso, and beneath the band of my sports bra to cup my tits. My voice comes out husky as I ask her, “How wet are you, baby girl?” “Fucking dripping, Mommy,” she moa