He attacked my mouth, making me taste my juice. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it did, but it was odd tasting that.“I want to make love to you, Summer,” he rasped, his eyes still golden. “Then do it.” I widened my legs as far as they could go, showing him I was game for anything he had in mind. Gawking at my pussy, he unbuckled his trousers and got rid of his boxers. He fisted his dick in his hands. My eyes took in the hard organ, the angry purple vein, and the crown I wanted to taste so badly. I creamed just at the sight, eager to feel his dick in my pussy. I was wet and ready for him. I'd missed it a lot. I could still recall how it felt that night when he breached my virgin pussy, a night I would always remember. I watched mesmerized as he brought his dick closer, still stroking it, groaning as he lubed it with his pre-cum. I snaked my tongue out and wetted my lips, aroused and eager for him. He didn't make me wait for long. He got between my legs and led his dick where
He placed his forehead on mine, panting. My eyes went to his dick, which was still as hard as ever, glistening with my juices. It was so damned provoking looking at it. I couldn't even control the whimper that left my throat at the sight. It was surprising how much I felt despite what we just had. I wanted more. "What an insatiable little devil we have here.” He drummed his finger on my nose, smiling. “What can I say? You guys brought the devil out.” I winked. “We —”The click of the door interrupted him. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to look at the door, only to exhale in relief when I saw them. I thought it was a worker, but it turned out to be my other mates. Mike and Miles stepped into the room with their eyebrows raised and their lips quirked. “Did we interrupt anything?” Mike asked as they moved close to us. They dropped their bags on their desks before they faced us, their eyes moving in sync. My pussy clenched at the sight of my other mates. I snaked my tongue out t
I was nervous. I can't tell the number of times I changed my outfit. This was the night they would introduce me to the pack as a mate, not a sister. The thoughts of what the pack might say when I got introduced scared me. I checked my reflection in the mirror. This was the tenth outfit I'd changed into in the space of an hour. I was nervous. The turquoise blue gown brought out my curves. It was a knee-length body-con strapless gown, with a heart shape on my lower back. I knew none of them would allow me to walk out there in such a dress, so I had my coat on standby. I plaited my hair in a braid, leaving the tip to dangle on my waist. “Goddess, I need your help,” I muttered, staring into the mirror at the woman looking at me from the other side. Unlike the time Father introduced me to the pack, I wanted to burrow into the ground and wait it out. I had never felt half as nervous as I did at that moment. “Darling, are you ready?” Mitch questioned as he knocked on the door. I gulped,
They were already waiting for us, standing around the dais as they watched us climb to it. I was feeling super nervous. My throat was dry, so parched that swallowing became too hard, extremely so. Mitch held my hand, pressing it gently. My actions might have told them how I felt. I sighed, trying not to let my nerves take the best of me. Werewolves have a sixth sense. They could smell fear from miles away. The last thing I wanted was to have them pick on my anxiety. It might aid them in whatever they might wish to dish out to me. I rested in my chair before my brothers did the same. Mitch didn't let go even as he sat down, and I was grateful for that. I needed contact more than anything else. It was soothing, letting me know they were with me through whatever might come our way. The meeting started. They didn't delve into our mating like I thought they would. Mike spoke of the development and how he intended to extend our branch and unveil the pack to the human world. Most of them
I stilled in my steps, my heart almost lurching from my chest at the sight of the last woman I ever wanted to see. I couldn't control the shiver that worked through me as my mind flew on autopilot. Standing there with a smile on her face was the same woman who made me leave the pack five years ago. The woman whose mere mention weakened me. I might be my stepbrother's second chance mate, but she was the first. They would have ended up with her had she not cheated on him. Now, seeing her on the doorstep, it couldn't be for a courtesy call. It would only be one thing — trouble. “Helen? What are you doing here?” Mike questioned as he walked towards the door. I didn't move, rooted to the spot as different thoughts went through my mind. I shivered when her eyes landed on me. I could see it. The bitch was back, and she looked ready for war. The beaming woman broke into tears at the question. It was so fast. One minute, she was smiling and the next, she turned into a weeping mess. Had she
I tossed and turned throughout the night. Mitch and the others understood what I wanted, and they gave me space. Helen slept in the visitor's room, much to my relief. Who knew what I would have done if she had slept with them?After an uncomfortable breakfast, I followed them to the hospital. Helen sat in the front with Mike, while Mitch and Miles kept me company at the back. They didn't touch me, respecting my boundaries.Helen was checked by their family's doctor, a man who was in the council of elders, the same person who was yelling about how preposterous it was for them to have a human mate and how I might have bewitched her.Somehow, seeing him in that white garb made me itch to drag him by his grey hair and throw him out through the window. I sat on the receptionist's bench with my mates, who were determined not to leave my side. They didn't bother going in with Helen when she was undergoing a test because they were worried that I might make a run for it should they leave me a
I sat back on the stool. “I think you are getting the whole facts mixed up, Helen.” She folded her arms, her eyes narrowed at me. “Aren't you shameless? Clinging to your brothers like a whore?” She spat. I scoffed. “A tramp? Who among us is the slut? The bitch who slept with the men she cheated on knowing they were drunk? Or the one who couldn't keep her legs closed and ended up sleeping with your mates' Beta?” “You dare speak to me like that?!” She raised her hand to slap me, but I held it before it could touch my face, twisting it until she screamed out. “Don't think you can do anything because you are pregnant. I can kick you to hell and no one will blink,” I threatened, pushing her off. “My mates won't let you escape from this!” She wagged her fingers at me, looking like a bullied child or should I say spoiled brat. “Your mates? Did I hear those words correctly, my dear? Last I checked, you broke the bond by cheating. And they never marked you.” I leaned forward and took a k
Since she chose to watch, why wouldn't I give her a show? Smiling, I climbed on Mitch's thighs, acting so innocent when I was anything but. From my peripheral, I could see she was still standing there. I was never a fan of too many public displays of affection, but at that moment, I wanted more than a public display. This was my subtle way of marking my territory, hoping she would take the hint and fuck the hell off. My mates were mine and would always be. They would never be hers. Pregnant or not. “I love you,” I whispered, staring into his eyes. “And I love you, baby girl. More than you can fucking comprehend,” he replied, his gaze fastened on my face. He reached forward and cupped my face.I practically purred in delight from this contact, though he'd done it several times before. Even before I got together with them. They always touched me whenever they could, ruffling my hair to get on my grits or pecking me so they could see me blush. Mitch stroked my hair and kissed my fore