FINALLY!!
Even though JoJo had kissed me just minutes ago and she’s sitting in my lap feeling the evidence of how much I want her, I don’t move in for the kiss. I let her take the lead. I’ll let her lead me anywhere. She leans in, sensing what I’m doing. Her lips press against mine, searing me with her very essence. Touching her, kissing her, feels like drinking cool water on a hot day. I try to hold back. I really do. But I’ve needed her for so long that my body, my wolf, my very soul has cried out for her, that I can’t. I’m too hungry for her. I devour her, my hands moving to her back. I groan when I feel the bare skin there as the hospital gown gapes open. Fated sparks, heat, and arousal shoot through me, heightened even more by the smell of JoJo’s desire for me as well. Knowing that all I have to do is pull this hospital gown off her arms to see her bare in front of me has my wolf trying to take over. I have to pull back from our kiss to tamp him down. She gives me a questio
We got the call from Nathan over lunch. We’re sitting with Chris, Esteban, and our grandpup, Lily, and our triplets over homemade pizza. Lily is nearly a year old, so she’s not having pizza, but she is gumming on some of the crust. “Papa, don’t you dare give her any cheese! The last time you did, she exploded out of her diaper like five times. Her little body just isn’t ready for cheese yet. Dr. Addams says she needs another few months,” Chris yells at Zak who is tempting Lily with a bite of his pizza. “But she loved it. Didn’t you, little bud? You like cheese so much! Just like your Papa Zak,” he coos to the baby who is trying valiantly to grab the pizza from his hand. “Zak, she had an upset tummy for the rest of the day,” Kayla says. “Just like Nat! Don’t do that to Lily.” “Fine,” Zak says. He puts his pizza down and blows a raspberry on Lily’s belly before putting her back in her high chair next to her aunts and uncle. I guess it would be a little weird to have
*TRIGGER WARNING* This chapter contains non-consensual sexual acts. Please read at your own discretion. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep. It’s hard to tell how much time has passed when you’re changed to a bed in an eternal viking castle. No phone. No watches. No clocks. All I have is the angle of the sun through the window and whenever my wonderful fury attendees bring me food. This last time, Alecto and Mageara had helped me take a bath. Ever have wet reptilian claws wash your hair? I have. It sounds more pleasant than it is. “You know, I can do this by myself. I learned how to when I was five years old. Been doing it ever since,” I hiss out as Mageara 'accidentally’ snags one of her claws in my hair. Again. “Nonsense, my queen. You shouldn’t strain yourself by doing trivial matters such as this. Your station affords you help in all aspects of your life. And we will make sure that you get the aid that you deserve,” Alecto says. “Everything you deserve,” M
The time we were in Hermes’ palace was spent resting, bathing, eating, and planning. The Oreiades, or mountain-nymphs, that follow Hermes around attended to us. Their voices were gravelly and low, like rocks scraping over each other. Hermes came back, but was quiet for the most part. He just kind of took care of us. Well, most of us. I don’t think that the messenger of the god likes me all that much. Or he likes me too much? I don’t know. He’s either glaring at me or checking me out. I’m not quiet sure how to feel about this dude. He’s sexy, though I imagine most gods are. All golden skin and muscles on muscles. But there’s something about his eyes. This arresting blue that I can’t seem to look away from when I make eye contact with him. Look, don’t get me wrong, Jacob is still the sexiest man that I’ve ever seen. But there is nothing wrong with looking. We both do it. The Goddess put us all here to be appreciated, right? But there is absolutely no desire for u
Tartarus is this huge fucking whole with millions of levels that just go deeper and deeper down into this abyss. I mean, there’s no seeing the bottom. At all. I got vertigo looking over the side of the damn thing. In the very center is this huge ass island of stone. Like a pillar that comes up from the bottom of the pit. And that’s where Tisphone is. She is large, nearly twice the size of Brandon, who is the tallest wolf I’ve ever met. And yet her wingspan is even twice the size of that. It’s insane how large she is. Her visage is…unpleasant. She looks like a big ass bat mixed with an ugly ass woman. Look, I try not to judge people by their looks. It’s nothing they can fix and nothing that they chose. But this chick is ugly as they come. And she isn’t wearing a shirt! She’s ancient and her titties tell the tale of that. All shriveled and saggy. Not an attractive look. Zero out of ten, do not recommend.There’s no way to get to her that I can see. No bridges or st
We all jog the rest of the way down the tunnel, making it to the entrance to Tisphone’s stairs in less time than we planned. We’re all amped and ready to get this shit down. I’m afraid that all of us won’t make it out of here. I mean Dad, Auntie Charlie, Odysseus, Isaac, and Lacy will be fine. They’re all dead already. But the rest of us? Ma? Pop? Alexander, Summer, Jared? Any one that’s here with us? I don’t know. I don’t know if any of us will make it through. I can’t think about that right now though. I’ve got to get my head in the game. “Leave your packs and shit here,” Dad tells us. “We’re going to need to move as easily as possible. Only thing we should worry about is Alexander’s blade.” “We all ready?” Ma asks. A chorus of yeses answer her. “Hit the dot,” Pop tells us. And we all do, watching our hands to watch until the dot turns a solid green. It’s really weird to see our hands glow like they’ve got some kind of electronic button inside of them. Mag
When I plunged the sword that Hermes gave me into Tisphone’s chest, it’s like a jolt of pure power shoots through me. I feel as if I’ve been struck by lightning, the feeling zinging through my entire body in less than a second. But the furry isn’t completely dead. No, she has enough time to scream. I swear, the sound is so loud that my ear drums burst. At least, that would explain the blood that is drying on my neck when I wake up with Pop’s hands on the sides of my head. “Holy shit!” Ma says, leaning and awkwardly wrapping me in a hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” “What happened?” I ask groggily. “When Tisphone screamed after you stabbed her, you passed out from the shock of her scream. You had some hemorrhaging from being so close to her when it happened,” Pop explains. “Why’d she scream like that?” I ask, shaking my head to try and erase the feeling of just waking up. I mean, I guess I technically did just wake up, but it’s not really the feeling you want to h
We ended up leaving the pups back at the pack. Between Brandon’s parents and Clara, Zak’s mom, we had plenty of people to watch not just the triplets, but also little Lily. Valhalla isn’t a place for pups. Which is why we’re going there to get Nyx out. “Kayla, baby,” Zak says, pulling my hand from my mouth. “If you don’t stop biting your nails, you’re going to have stumps to your knuckles.” He holds my hand, rubbing my cheek as I watch him. “I know. I’m just so freaked out,” I tell him. “We know, Beautiful,” Brandon says to me, running his fingers through my hair. “But you chewing your nails bloody isn’t going to help anything.” I lean back into Brandon’s chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. Zak picks up my fet and props them on his lap. Immediately, his hand sneaks under my pants leg and starts rubbing the skin there. Feeling their hands on my skin, the soothing fated sparks, calms me immediately. “We can’t go into this half-cocked, Princess,” Zak says,