Watching Devin follow Brandon out of the dining room, my appetite disappears. Goddess, I wish it was me going to Brandon. It is obvious from the way that they both rush from the room and readjusted themselves what they are hurrying to do.
It’s not that I don’t love Charlie. I do. She is the best thing that has happened to me. The Moon Goddess gave me the best mate I could ask for and an amazing Luna for our pack. But these damn dreams! Both Charlie and I have been having them. They are just like the dreams that we had before we found each other as mates.
Which of course makes no fucking sense! We are mates. Why are we still having these kinds of dreams? It’s a good thing that we are going to the Oracle today. Maybe she can tell us what to do about all of this.
Lucille hands me my cup of doctored coffee and I immediately swallow nearly half of it, not caring how hot it is. I need the alcohol right now. Zak thanks Lucille, but doesn’t touch his coffee. Instead, he stares at her intensely. “What do you mean by the three of us being parents?” Zak’s voice is steady and firm. If I hadn’t known him my whole life and been mated to him, I wouldn’t have noticed the slight tick in his jaw or the way that his left leg began to jump slightly under the table. These are all signs of anxiety for Zak and I understand why. “What do you know of Selene and her mates?” Lucille asks. “Mates? I only know of one mate. Pan,” Zak says, looking at me curiously.
I spent the morning in meetings with my father and Former-Alpha Jared. We were discussing my upcoming Beta ceremony, Devin’s Delta ceremony, and the Blue Crescent pack’s visit. Zak was apparently in a meeting with the Oracle. I couldn’t help but worry. Why was he visiting the Oracle? Was something wrong between him and Charlie? Were they having trouble conceiving a pup? When I saw them this morning, they looked awful. Though I know that the Oracle was the mouthpiece of Selene, she creeped me out. She was a wizened old woman who was well into her 90s. Her eyes are the amber of the Goddess’s and they seemed to hint that she knew something that I didn’t. Every time that I was near her, I felt like she knew some secret about me that I couldn’t figure out. Her smirks and perplexing comments made me uneas
The Oracle’s news was so disturbing that Charlie and I finished her entire bottle of whiskey. Neither of us had eaten much at breakfast and, at 190 proof, the whiskey we guzzled got us pretty trashed. That must have been what fueled Charlie’s plan. As we walked home, she stopped me in the middle of the forest. “So, based on what Lucille said, all three of us are having these sex dreams, right?” she asks. “Seems like,” I say, remembering the one that I had last night. My breathing hitches and my gaze lingers on Charlie’s breasts. I take a step toward her, intent on finishing what the Oracle interrupted earlier. “Down, Fido, and listen,” Charlie says, sidestepping me. “But, I want you,” I say, my vo
“Holy fuck! What was - “ I start to say before Brandon grabs my elbow and pulls me up. “My room! Now!” he growls at me. I don’t quite understand what is happening. “Why - “ Pulling me by the elbow, he hurries me out of the dinning hall and to the back stairs. “Brandon! Slow down!” I say. “We have 10 minutes and I need to get rid of these blue balls before I walk into Zak’s office!” His voice is husky with need and my knees weaken. Oh! Yeah, that makes sense. That show wasn’t even directed at me and I was horny as hell. We bust into Brandon’s room and he slams the door behind us. Immediately, he pushes me onto the bed. He
Feeling better, but no less confused, I quickly walk to Zak’s office. The office of the Alpha is on the top floor of the packhouse. It is the only part of the top floor that is not dedicated to his home. Still, the office is large, with it’s own full bathroom attached.I knock on the door and let myself in, as usual. The room is brightly lit from the floor to ceiling windows on the far wall. The room is decorated with plush chocolate-colored carpeting and pale yellow walls. Zak set up a seating area with large, brown, leather couches. Though he has a desk, it is pushed against the wall and only used when necessary. That was the extent of Zak’s decorating abilities, so Charlie had stepped in. She added yellow throw pillows and blankets, shelving, and pictures of the pack, their families, and the four of us growing up. There is a coffee table in the middle of the sitting area and end tables between the couches. Flowers decorated the tables and there was a serving table on the side
I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but the second Zak turned around and Brandon saw his hard, standing cock, I knew we had him. “If you were enjoying the show, you don’t have to leave. I promise that watching Charlie get fucked is well worth it,” Zak says. Brandon’s eyes are drowning in lust and there is an impressive bulge in his pants. His tawny hair, usually styled to perfection, is damp from the steam and is falling across his forehead. His cheeks are flushed from the heat in the room and sweat is beading around his temples. I want to bend his head down to my chest and lick the sweat from his face.I walk around Zak and lean into him, pushing my breasts into his body. I reach down and begin stroking Zak’s cock, squeezing his head, just like he likes it. For a second, my attention is diverted from Brandon as our mate hisses in pleasure at my touch. His head falls back and his eyes close, giving into the pleasure that I’m showing him. Fuck, I’m so wet. The only reason t
At 4:00, training is finished for the day. Charlie never showed up for training, mindlinking me that she was in meetings all afternoon. I head to the barracks to shower. I haven’t been in the barracks for a while, having spent the last months with Brandon. I want to hurry and find him, but I do need to check on the warriors and do some odds and ends in my room. Also, there is also a new pack transfer that I need to help settle in. It will be at least two hours before I can leave. Sometimes responsibilities suck. I clean up the training grounds, putting equipment away, cleaning any litter that has blown onto the fields, and wiping down mats. After about 20 minutes, I head into the barracks to shower. Typically, everyone is out of the showers by this point and I can relax in the hot water. But this time, I walk in on a breathtaking sight.
Once I left Charlie and Zak, I immediately ran behind the packhouse and shifted. I have been running for three hours and find myself at the waterfall we stayed at the night before Zak’s birthday. I lay beside the pond and listen to the soothing sound of the waterfall. I came here to think, but my mind is blank. I can’t think of anything. If I was one of those yoga types, I would say that I was meditating. But really, I’m somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. Suddenly, I get a mindlink from Devin. “Hey, Brandon.” “Dev?” I respond. “Something came up. I’ve got to stay at the barracks toni