The attack on Bella’s covendom didn’t go as planned. We didn’t get Citra, which is what Ihad hoped. They didn’t kill Bella or get any of the wolves. In fact, Bella was now protected for the rest of her life by her Thane’s sacrifice. Pffft. Idiot. Had he known what was coming. But the Riding Hoods had lost two more of their witches. Reinforcements were on their way from Europe, but it was a tricky process to get them in, especially since witches now knew to look for them. They would be looking for magic spikes and signs of spell casting along the regular routes. Seems that even some of the Crone’s followers were upset that the Riding Hoods were here and causing havoc. No matter. Once I had what I needed, the Riding Hoods could do whatever they wanted with the wolves. And with my sister. I don’t care as long as I can keep my powers and my coven. I might even help them to exterminate the wolves. The thought sends a warm glow through me. Those mutts fucked this up for m
“Ok, looks like we’ve got a lot to do in a little bit of time,” Hakeem says, projecting our tasks up on the screen for all to see. “First off, let’s take a vote. Do we all agree on moving to the Meteoric Rise Pack territory?” Hands are raised around the table, the vote completely unanimous. “Good.” Hakeem starts typing. “So we need to split the packs into six different locations and we’ve got to figure out how to get there.” Keegan speaks up. “Personally, I think that we need to have a trio at each location. With your augmented powers, you guys are our best bet for protection.” Murmurs of agreement are heard around the table, so we start splitting up the packs. The main packhouse is outside of Abilene. Obviously, Naomi and Slade, along with the rest of the Meteoric Rise Pack will be stationed there. But we also decide that Devin and Arya will go there. As the demi-gods of our group, it seemed like the best idea to put them in the center of the territory where they had ne
Brandon and I had been planning this night for a while. Charlie is an amazing she-wolf. A wonderful mother, an awesome luna, a formidable warrior, and a magnificent mate. Neither of us had ever thought that we’d be as happy as we are. It seems miraculous that the three of us were mated to each other. We were the only ones that the others truly wanted. Ever. And by some unbelievable twist of fate, the Goddess had decided to bring trios back for us to be a part of them. So, Brandon and I wanted to do something special for her first birthday as our mate and as a mother. Danielle and Alistar meet us outside of the Council Hall. “Mom and Dad,” Charlie greets, hugging them. Confusion flitters across her face as she looks between the two of them. “What are you guys doing here?” Alistar takes Christy’s carrier from me before grabbing Jared’s from Brandon. Danielle hands me a picnic basket and takes the diaper bag from Charlie’s shoulders. “We’re picking up the pups so that yo
We finish a good two-thirds of the cake and half of the pretzels before I roll over on the blanket with a groan. “Shit! We shouldn’t have eaten that! I’m so freaking full.” “But it was so good!” Brandon grunts out next to me, holding his stomach. “I thought we were supposed to make good decisions as adults. We run a pack, have won a war, and have two pups. Why are we still doing stupid shit like this?” Zak whines. I chuckle and then hold my stomach. “Don’t make me laugh! That hurts.” We settle next to each other, my head cradled on Zak’s chest and Brandon’s head laying on my thigh. One of my hands is stroking Brandon’s hair, the other clasped in one of Zak’s hands. “Can you believe all the stuff that’s happened in a year? I mean at this time last year, we were all at the packhouse, celebrating the new year and my birthday with our folks. I was all worried about finding my mate in the morning and becoming Delta of the pack. And now, I’m Luna with two mates, twin pups, a
Charlie looks just as beautiful and devastatingly sexy as she did all those months ago, the first time in the playroom. Her long, glossy black hair flows down her back like an inky river, longer than before. She hasn’t cut her hair since she got pregnant, and it now hangs down to the middle of her back. Her breasts are fuller from her pregnancy and breastfeeding, and they nearly spill out of her corset as she moves towards us. The heels make her shapely legs seem even longer and her breasts and ass thrust out as she balances. The thong frames her round ass and I can’t help but want to rip it off with my teeth. Zak and I both watch her walk towards us, the sound of her heels on the wooden floor and the scent of her arousal filling the air. When she’s standing in front of us, I push her shoulder down. “On the couch, Red. Spread your legs wide.” She willingly complies, watching me as she sits with eyes completely bled the color of a rain cloud. Zak moves the coffee table out o
Brandon ushers me to head towards the playroom, so I lead our little trio that way. Once in the room, I turn on the light and see my present in the middle of the room, a big red bow on top of it. Just the sight of me makes me wetter, though I’m not exactly sure what it is. Folding my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes remain focused on the black bench and circle it. It almost looks like a spanking bench with the long padded bench for my torso to lay on and the padded knee rests. But the knee rests are spread further apart than the typical spanking bench, wide enough for someone else to stand between. There is also a headrest, almost like one you would see at a massage parlor or a chiropractor, and armrests. Buckles line all the pads at where the arms, body, and knees go. The biggest difference between this bench and a spanking bench is the height. Though spanking benches can be any height, they are typically at a level for the submissive to kneel, lifting their ass in the a
I continue to rub the lidocaine cream into Charlie’s skin, making sure that the sting comes out. Her werewolf healing has kicked in and the redness is starting to dissipate. I move my hands along her ass, her hips, her thighs. Her inner thighs and pussy are glistening with her juices from how excited she is from the spankings. I can’t help but run my fingers along her slit. She moans as I push my fingers between her folds, finding her wet,and warm, and ready. “Goddess, baby. Look at your pussy sucking on my fingers.” She moans louder and I move deeper inside of her. Harder. Faster. “How do you want us to fuck you?” “On the bench, Alpha. I want to be tied down. Completely at your mercy.” Her words come out on a long, low moan. I can’t help but moan as I speed my hand up inside of her, adding two more fingers for a total of three. I look up to see Brandon pushing his pants down over his hips, kicking them off when they hit his ankles. “Look at me, Red,” he rasps out.
The next morning, I’m checked by the doctors and released from the hospital. Marcus tries to insist that I go home with him, as does Arthur, but I need time to myself. I need to process everything that’s been going on. Grieve. Commune with Hecate. Worry. And just let myself miss my friend. I do allow Marcus and Arthur to drive me back to my house in one of the coven’s golf carts. They insisted that I relax and I was too consumed with my own emotions to really protest. The ride through the covendom is heartbreaking. Scorched earth. Rubble from fallen walls. Craters in the ground. Fallen trees. Our beautiful home destroyed. But my people are out. They are clearing roads and sidewalks so that we could accommodate Liv’s entire coven for the night before we move to the Meteoric Rise territory. They are passing out food to the workers and loading luggage into trucks and trailers. They are caring for each other in the wake of destruction. And it’s amazing. My people call o