I let Meredith move her small hands over my shaft until I can’t take it anymore.
“Merry, lay on the bed,” I plead.
She smirks at me, a bit of confidence in her sexual control over us. It’s sexy as hell.
I pull Gael to me, kissing him before moving on to our mate. He moves behind me, sitting in the armchair that is stationed in the corner of the room.
Meredith looks at him confused. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”
I smile at her. “Our alpha is a bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch.”
Her mouth forms a little “o” and it’s all I can do not to push my dick down her throat. The thought of her mouth wrapped around my dick makes it bob. Later.&nb
Devin “Well. That was unexpected,” Zak says dryly after we watched Meredith lead her new mates out of the room. Many in the room chuckled, but Xander and I just felt even more pain and despair. Someone else had their mate and we had lost ours. Yes, we know she is coming back, as early as five hours from now. Yes, we know that she will be ours from now on. But she isn’t here now. She is hurt. In pain. And we couldn’t change her mind and keep her here. “Well, I guess that’s it,” Zak says. “Lucille, would you like to stay in the packhouse tonight? You haven’t been alone for a while. It might be difficult to go back to being by yourself.” “Honestly, Zak? As lovely and wonderful as Meredith is and as much as
Su puta madre! (Mother fucker!) Meredith is going to be the death of me. When she took me into her mouth, it was obvious that she’d never done it before. But it was just as obvious that she was a fast learner. Even in the midst of her own first time having sex, she attended to my reactions to her movements. Meredith slowly laved mi rabo with her tongue, her pouty lips kissing up and down my shaft. I fisted my hands in her hair, but held myself back from shoving her all the way onto me. Mi princesa took my tip into her mouth, continuing to move her tongue around me.
Devin holds Lucille’s hand as we walk to her house, ensuring that she doesn’t fall. I carry food and clothing for Arya in a bag over my shoulder. Arya. She is all that Dev and I have thought about since she left. Her pain. The fear that was in her eyes. The pain from her rejection, though that is secondary to our worry for her. We’ve barely eaten, barely spoken, barely slept since she left. I check my phone for the time, seeing that it is 8:30. Three and a half hours. That is the earliest time that she could arrive. Dev and I have decided that we will wait at the southern border for her return. We walk through the forest with Lucille, none of us speaking, each lost in our own thoughts.
As I come back down to Earth after my orgasm, I feel Gael pick me up and place my head on the pillows. “Princesa, te necesito,” he says, eyes boring into mine. “I need you, too, Gael. I want to feel you inside of me.” I wrap my legs around his waist and reach between us to fist my hand around his fully erect cock. “Fill me up,” I whisper. “Mi cielo,” he hisses out. He leans down to kiss me and I feel him lining himself up with my entrance. Just as his lips touch mine, I feel him push into me, agonizingly slowly. I moan into his mouth, tightening my legs around him to
Lucille wakes us at 11:30. It is a miracle that we slept at all. We haven’t slept since Arya left. But something about Lucille’s home, her presence, her words...they comfort us. With renewed hope, determination, and not a little fear, we prepare to make our way to the southern border. Just outside of Lucille’s cabin, we undress and shift. Lucille puts our clothes in a leather satchel, along with the clothes and food for Arya, and drapes it around my neck. “May the Goddess guide you, as she has guided your mate back to you. You have her blessing.” We bow our heads to her before turning to the southern border. Running at full speed, we make it to the border at exactly midnight. We had mindlinked the patrol to let them know that we were coming and to be on the look out for a lone female wolf. Now we wer
I cradle Arya in my lap as Devin drives back to the packhouse. He holds her hand, rubbing his fingers in a soothing pattern. I rub her back, my face in her hair. I alternate light kisses with words that I hope are comforting. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m just trying to keep her calm.She doesn’t speak the entire 40 minute drive back to the packhouse.Once we get there, I carry her to Brandon’s room, which is where we have been staying. We’ve moved some things into the room and, even though we have both been fairly out of it lately, we asked Charlie to stock some things for Arya as well. I immediately take her into the bathroom, settling her so that she is seated on the counter. Devin follows behind, grabbing a towel and loofa from the linen closet and bringing them
Kak! (Shit) Why did I just say that? I have kept that secret since I was 16. Oom Jabu had warned me against letting anyone know that I was an Alpha female. And here I just blurt it out to Devin and Xander.Fokken hel (fucking hell), I’m an idiot.I sit up, moving off of Devin’s lap to sit on my own. He doesn’t try to keep me in his lap, but I can see him fighting the urge to pull me back to him.Xander must see something in my face that shows that I don’t want to talk about this. “Arya, you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. We meant what we said. We won’t push you.” He seems to be trying to placate me. I think he is a
Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the images flit through my mind, a voice enters the chaos. “A war of threes. Three deaths. Three victories. Three trios. Three losses. Betrayal. Birth. Death. Sorrow. Joy. Warn them, Meredith. Be