The view is absolutely stunning as I walk out onto the deck following the Cunt-A-Saurus... I mean our hostess to our gazebo, a fucking gazebo, not just some outdoor table, and chairs, but a whole ass gazebo to ourselves. As the hostess side-eyes me some more before she walks away, I can't help but wonder if she's one of the sluts Miles used to fuck. And the term slut isn't something I'd use against any woman who has sex. It's only a term I use toward women who can't seem to realize that the man she's oggling is MATED and that his mate is the other woman she's being snarky with. Otherwise, it's a term of endearment, a word that the female community took back and made our own. I want to confront miss skanky about it, but I don't want to ruin this date, so instead, I shoot her daggers as she walks away, hoping she can feel my laser beams on her back. Miles looks at me like he's expecting me to say something about the hostess's behavior, but as soon as she walks away, I let all my aggres
We've reached the beach before Miles has had a chance to respond to my statement, and when he sets me down on the sand, I notice two things. First, my dress is completely dry and looks like I'd just put it on, making me love Cupid even more so than I did before. If I were looking to add another member to my group, he'd be my first choice. A girl needs a man who knows clothes in her life. Although Cupid seems like the free lover type, someone who can never be tied down, and my plate is already full with than men I have in my life. Speaking of men, Miles biting his lip and looking nervous is the second thing I notice. "What's wrong?" I ask nervously, instantly worrying he was keeping something else from me. "We sometimes forget that you weren't born into the Divine World." Miles states, piquing my interest even more, "While having sex with all of us created a bond, it wasn't a binding bond." He states, shifting from one foot to another. "But you said that first night that if I had se
When Katrina walked out of the fitting room, I couldn't help but let my eyes travel over her leisurely, my pants tightening against me as I took in the sight. She was absolutely stunning. Somehow in the short amount of time she'd been in there, she'd managed to change her entire out, french braid her hair, and apply a few light touches of makeup. "Do you like?" She asks, spinning around in her heels, her sundress whipping up around her, flashing her tiny white lacy thong. This time I couldn't help but let out a growl as I stalked toward her. "Are you hungry?" I ask, towering over her. "I could eat." She replies breathlessly. It's the only answer I need as I pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walk us back into the fitting room. When the door shuts around us, my cock is already out of my pants, and her panties are pushed off to the side. I have her shoved up against the mirror, so I can use one hand to hold her up while my other hand reaches between he
I thought the strangest day of my life was when I turned eighteen. The orphanage handed me my documents and one small used pillowcase filled with every item I owned, so one pair of jeans, two shirts, a couple of undies, a bra, socks, and a book about the Gods and Goddesses that had been left in my bassinet, the day I had been left on the orphanage steps. Ms. Myers, the lead director at the orphanage, had also handed me an envelope with a letter addressed to me. The words do not open until your 18th birthday written on it on the drive to the workforce office, where I’d file forms for employment and assisted living. I quickly glanced over to Ms. Myers, and when I noticed she was completely immersed in driving, I decided to open the envelope and read the letter. “My dearest Katrina, I am so sorry, your father and I abandoned you on that doorstep seventeen years ago; if you’re reading this letter now on your eighteenth birthday, it means that our plans failed, as the see
MY STOMACH LURCHED when I opened my eyes, and my vision was still spinning. I drank way too much last night, and I couldn’t remember anything from the moment that disgusting Perv had started grinding on me. Had I blacked out afterward? I felt towards the edge of my bed, looking for my nightstand with my phone; instead, my hand met flesh, very muscular flesh, meaning I hadn’t crashed with Jack or Grace. I cringed inwardly. Had I gone home with the Perv? Surely Grace and Jack would have stopped me unless I was so far gone; they thought I was enjoying his attention. I removed my hand from the muscular flesh when I felt his hand grip mine. “Ah kitten, you’re awake,” Purred the Handsome Stranger, Miles. I felt my core heat at the sound of his groggy morning voice. If Miles had taken me home, no wonder Grace or Jack didn’t try to stop me; they would have considered that sacrilege. I used my free hand to feel myself, trying to determine if I had any clothes on, I felt fabric
I felt Katrina's back stiffen when I placed my hand on her waist, and I wondered if she felt the same strong connection that I felt towards her. I could tell my cousins had taken an interest in her as well. They didn't know her, nor had they seen her powers in action, but from the looks on their faces, they wanted to devour her the same as I; even Samael, Heir to the underworld, Mr. Dark Brooding himself, took an interest in her. "First off, Beckett, I didn't fuck her. I watched over while she slept after she drained her powers fighting off a succubus. Secondly, Aphelion, Katrina is gorgeous, hence my need to constantly be touching her, and lastly, Samael, can you get that angry ass look off your face? You're scaring her.""Wait, what?" Katrina asked, pulling away from me, turning to face me. "What powers?""Kitten," I replied calmly, reaching out to grab her arms in case she took the news wrong. "That white light you saw before that snake, Raphael, flew backward; that
Oh, you're awake, goodie." Came the deep baritone voice of the older man from earlier… what had Miles called him. I sat up from the soft couch I was lying on and began to rub my temples. I had a massive headache and was in serious need of a glass of water and possibly something more potent. "Here, dear," The odd-looking man said, reaching towards me, holding a glass of water and aspirin. How did he know I had a headache? Maybe it's normal for someone who just found out that the Gods were real. "I can read minds." The man said, smiling at me. "My name is Godric Simmons; I am the Headmaster of Divine Academy, and the gift bestowed upon me is the ability to read minds. I felt myself blush as I recalled the images that had come to mind when I saw Miles and the other three men sitting at the table. "Don't be embarrassed," Headmaster Simmins responded to my inner thoughts, "Every female and some males even have the same reaction; it's impossible not to find the fu
When the guys led me upstairs to our room, I was expecting to see other students, but the corridors were empty like they were when I first left Miles room this morning. "Wait," I said, turning suddenly towards Miles, losing my footing and almost falling if it hadn't been for Aphelion quickly catching me. "You sure are clumsy, Princess." He whispered in my ear, causing the hair on my neck to stand up. "I thought your room was on the first floor?" I asked Miles ignoring Aphelion. "It was," Miles says, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past me, continuing up the long winding staircase. "Okay, so why are you upstairs now?" I asked, finding myself becoming agitated with his short response. He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, "Would you rather I left you alone with my cousins?" He asks, his hazel eyes flickering to a fiery red. "Don't put words in my mouth," I said, glaring up at him."Alright, lovebirds, if you are done fighting, I'd like to get