Estel POV “He’s touching us! He’s touching us again!” Ada was bouncing on her paws, feeling the sparks through me. “Don’t get too excited yet,” I kept warning her. Everything happened so quickly after he tried attacking us, we haven’t had time to talk to him. He had to relay everything that had been happening because of his ex-mate to Mick and Miles, and then we had to plan our attack. We haven’t had a moment to discuss anything or clear the air. “Don’t be a sour puss. Look at the way he’s staring at you.” Butterflies fluttered inside my stomach. My wolf was right about Boyd’s stare. I could feel his eyes on me. His hands and his eyes haven’t left me much since he came to in the Alphas' and Luna's room. His wolf was all over Ada, which had turned her completely. She’s forgotten all about the pain we’ve felt the last several days being constantly rejected by him. He’s not rejecting me now. That’s for sure. I’m still not sure that I’m ready to just give in to the bond like Ada is
“I think there’s a big misunderstanding,” he whispered softly, “because not once, not ever, did I think you were disgusting. Not once did I not think you weren’t the prettiest woman I had ever seen in my life.” “Bull shit.” “It’s true. Even when the darkness inside me was violently fighting it, I was attracted to you from the second I opened my eyes in that basement. You are the most… the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He had to be lying. “I’m the complete opposite of Chloe and your ex.” A sad smile moved on his face. “That’s what makes you even more beautiful to me.” “SEE!” Ada huffed with a haughty air in my mind. My heart wanted him. My wolf did too. Every fiber of my being wanted this man, but my mind just wasn’t there yet. There was so much pain from before. “You said either,” I whispered numbly. “You said you didn’t want me either.” “No. I said you didn’t want me either,” he said slowly, like he was talking to a two-year-old. “I have never been the first ch
“I heard,” he started in a rough voice, then stopped to clear his throat, “I heard that you already know what it is I want to tell you.” I scoffed lightly, staring at my hands folded in my lap. “Want to tell me? Or what you are forced to tell me now that the cat is out of the bag?” “Chloe,” he said softly, the stress pressing in his voice. “That’s not it at all.” “Then explain,” I lifted my chin, trying to maintain my pride. “You didn’t want a porn star as a daughter?" "Chloe!" "No, that can’t be it. You could have said something the day I showed up at Broom StiXXX. You’ve known since then, right?” His stiff silence and the set in his jaw as he stared at me through his lashes, lashes and eyes that were so similar to mine was all the answer I needed. “You knew,” I whispered, almost in disbelief. Some part of me was still holding out hope that he might not have known right away. That maybe he figured it out over the year we lived under the same roof. Maybe it wasn’t until my magi
Boyd POV If I could describe this moment right now, it would be pure bliss. I felt like every hardship, every trial, every fucked up thing I have had to experience in my life was paying off right now. I have a mate. I have a gorgeous mate, with a feisty streak as red-hot as her beautiful hair. “You’re going to stare a hole in my head,” she laughed with a hoarse voice, her throat raw from screaming out during our mating. My mate is a screamer. A screamer. A growler. A pull my fucking hair and cuss me the fuck out-er. “You’re perfect,” I leaned over her, burying my face into her nape to inhale her warm, comforting scent. She smelled like warm sweet bread, like the Hawaiian rolls everyone eats on Thanksgiving. That was always my favorite fucking scent in the entire damn world. It has the nostalgia of filling meals eaten with all those I love and care about. It came with the feeling of being with family, which had always been my warrior brothers. Now I’m finding that warmth with
“So fucking much.” “I like to suck,” she declared in a raspy whisper. My eyes grew heavy watching her deeply suck my fingers in her mouth again, then releasing them with a satisfying pop. “I like to feel the pressure on the roof of my mouth. When something big and hard starts rubbing against it, it makes my pussy so wet.” “Yeah,” I curled my fingers inside her mouth, rubbing the roof of it before pulling her face closer to mine. “Show me.” She giggled darkly, then pushed my chest, so I laid flat on the bed. I watched as she crawled over me, working her way down my body, her movements smooth and lithe like a cat. When she got to my prized member, her eyes grew dark as she appraised my firmness. She licked her lush lips, pumping her hand up and down me a few times before sinking her mouth over my dick. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, the tingling pull in my groin sending shivering bursts of pleasure all through my body. “Yes!” I reached down to grab her hair from her face,
“Oh, no,” she chuckled softly. “We can’t have that.” “I know, so give me what I really want.” “And what do you really want?” I held still, not ready to enter her just yet. I was tempted. She was warm and oh-so wet. I already knew how tight and amazing she felt. I was on the cusp of losing my reason. “I want your dick deep in my pussy, pumping me full of your cum,” she said shamelessly, almost making me blush. “Fuck me and fill me, baby.” “Yes ma’am,” I groaned, before slamming into her. “Your wish is my command.” ~ Estel was passed out, exhausted from the long night and long morning of filling our every desires. I was still in newly mated bliss, and wanted to keep the magic going by staying in bed with her, but it was now lunchtime and I didn’t want her to miss another meal. “I’ll be right back,” I whispered as I kissed her cheek. She snored lightly as she stirred, then cuddled against the pillow I used most of the night and settled back into a peaceful sleep. Damn, she was a
Cindy POV (flashback)“You’re disgusting,” my sister twisted her lip, appalled at me after walking in on me with a full face of makeup. It had been a secret. A secret that I had kept hidden for so long. After everyone went to bed at night, the loud snores of my gruff father the only noise heard outside of my room, a sign that everyone had turned in for the evening, I would allow myself to indulge in the desires I had suppressed throughout the entire day. Crossdressing, or being trans, as the more cultured people outside of my small-minded pack called it, was something that would get me roughed up and driven out in a heartbeat. During the day, I was the quiet, weird loner that no one paid much attention to. In school, I flew under the radar, except for when the Alpha’s and Beta’s kids needed an easy target to pick on. Werewolves were supposed to be strong, especially the men. My father, one of the top trainers in the pack, was highly disappointed with his scrawny, mind-tempered only
He squeezed my shoulder, giving me the kindest smile I have ever received. As a new bout of ugly sobs tore through me, he hugged me tight, letting me feel warmth from another person. It was a somber notion, getting my first gift of human warmth in years from a Beta I never spoke to before this shameful moment. After I calmed down, just enough to let him know I would be alright and to thank him, a beat up pick up pulled onto the dirt trail. Their headlights blinded me for a moment, and when my vision returned, there was an old man with thick dreads surrounding his aged face exiting the driver’s seat. “This him?” the man looked me up and down, then towards the Beta for an answer. “This is Dycin,” the Beta waved towards me after shaking the man’s hand. “You once told me you knew of a place for men that needed to get free from abuse. I hope you can help him.”“Oh, I know the perfect place for this one,” the man smiled, his wrinkles bending and crinkling in ways that had me feeling at e