Age 21… Charlie closes the door, cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our playroom to us. “I thought that you would have an apoplectic fit with all of the innuendos that Rose kept saying - “ She starts, but I spin her around and push her body into the wall. I kiss her hard and fast, knowing that my erection is digging into her stomach. She moans into my mouth, immediately responding to my touch. The fated sparks bloom over my skin as my hands immediately dip under the hem of her shirt and move across her abs and up to cup her tits. Charlie arches her back, pushing her tits further into my hands and I growl, ripping my mouth away from hers and moving down to her matemark. I suck at the marking of our unity. She screams her pleasure, her nails biting into my shoulders. Growling against her skin, I tell her, “Ever since we walked into the playroom and I saw that sex swing, I couldn’t think of anything else. I need you. Now.” “Yes…” she breathes out. I pick her up, wrapp
I was a young maiden goddess, newly minted and out on my own for the first time when Pan saw me. He was the god of nature and we would normally have met walking around Olympus, except for the nature of my job. I’m literally up and working all night, sleeping during the day. The only times that I really have freedom to roam are during the nights of the full moon when I am hidden from the world. One night per month doesn’t really give you a ton of time to explore. Pan became smitten with me. He loved the way his domain looked bathed in my light, the dew that covered everything and helped to nourish the flora and fauna below, and the ethereal stillness that comes with me were among the things he loved the most. But, there was no way for us to meet. For months, he planned and conspired on how to draw me to him. It was a momentous night when it finally happened. Being the god of nature, Pan was able to create anything that he could think of. He created a bright white flower,
My opponent launched himself at me, only showing his movement a split second before moving. The minute squinting of his eyes, the slight tightening of his lips and I knew he was going to move to the right. I use that knowledge to jump out of his way. My hands glide across his muscled, sweat-slicked forearm, continuing his forward motion and pushing him past me. Once he’s passed, I kick out at his knee to force him down. He easily dodges my kick, twisting his hand and grabbing the wrist of the hand that pushed him aside. Using his momentum and brute strength, he forces my arm behind my back and pushes me up against the wall of the open arena we’re in. He presses his entire body into mine and I can’t help the physical reaction my body has to him. My breathing hitches even more and my face flushes, both in response to something that has nothing to do with our fight. My pants are suddenly snugger and I was very aware of every part of his body that touched mine. Both of us ar
If Jared and Alistar had any idea what had nearly happened before they walked into the arena, they would never let us go camping alone. Shit, they’d probably never leave us alone again. I have no idea if this is a blessing or a curse. Carl and I have always had this weird connection with each other. He has been my best friend since the day I could differentiate between my three friends, noting how much more drawn to Carl I was. The four of us were raised nearly as brothers, bound to rule the pack together and born within five months of each other. We grew together, learning how to walk and talk at the same time. But Carl and I were born on the same day. We were even closer, even sharing a secret language between us, similar to twins, when we were younger. As we aged, we shared many things. Our first fights. First crushes. Our first kisses. But even as I was with she-wolves of neighboring packs, and I was with as many as would allow me, I was always drawn back to Carl.
“What?” Whereas my shock had come out as a high pitched squeal and tons of manic movement, Richard goes completely still. His voice is low and breathy. I almost don’t hear him above the rush of the river over the waterfall into the pond below, he’s so quiet. But I do hear him. I’ve always been incredibly attuned to him. Our parents constantly joke that we are two halves of the same person, just in two different bodies. I’m always so serious, towing the line and following the rules on everything within the pack whereas Richard is always so jovial, pushing boundaries to see how far he can go before he gets in deep shit.You wouldn’t think that the two of us would be best friends, but we always have been. Even as little kids, it was always Richard and me. Of course, we had Jared and Alistar there and of course we were great friends with them. But Richard and I were barely ever separated, to the point that our parents put trundle beds in each of our rooms because we slept in th
Oh Goddess above, the sparks that are running up and down my body wherever Carl touches me are amazing! I can’t believe that he’s my mate. The one man that I’ve wanted all my life is my mate. But I can’t dwell on it, because his mouth feels fucking amazing. Like, seriously the best blowjob that I’ve gotten in my life. One of his hands is kneading my balls while the other wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing and rotating it at the base. His mouth, oh Goddess his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as he hollows his cheeks and sucks. He alternates his sucking with his tongue swirling along the underside of my dick. “Carl!” I strangle out. I try to cover my mouth to stifle my moans. Sound carries in the night and, though we are about a mile from the packhouse, werewolves have very sensitive ears. I don’t want my first time with my mate to be interrupted. “I thought you said this was your first time - oh fuck! How are you so good at this?” I have no idea how I ma
I wake to electricity skimming all over my skin, cocooned in the warmth of Richard’s body, with the sun at about 9:00 in the sky. I have no idea how many times we had sex last night, but I do know that I will never forget it. Not only was it an amazing first time, but it was also amazing to find that my best friend was my mate. Now I wake with my head on his chest, his arms around my body. Breathing in his scent of cinnamon and citrus, I look up at his face. His blonde hair has started to get a little shaggy on the sides. I’ll have to remind him to buzz it before the ceremony tonight. Oh, shit! The ceremony. I had almost completely forgotten that we will be having our ceremony tonight. We will have to stand in front of our entire pack, our parents, and the Moon Goddess and take our oaths as Beta and Gamma of the pack. But we can’t do that as a gay mated couple. We have to be able to provide a blood heir. “FUCK!” I groan, sitting up and putting my face in my hands. Of
Two months later… Standing under the spray of the shower, I only just now realize that I’m washing my hair with face wash instead of shampoo. Ugh! This is the third time I’ve done that this week. I sigh, washing my hair out and making sure that I get the shampoo this time. I’ve been doing stupid shit like that a lot lately. Orange juice in my cereal. Forgetting to take the pen cap off of the pen before I use it. Salt instead of sugar in my coffee. Just absentminded stuff. I can’t seem to focus on anything. The only thing that seems to be able to keep my attention is sparring in the arena. The first week after Carl and I rejected each other is a complete blur. I barely remember anything. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I barely ate. I hardly slept. I was extremely depressed, but I couldn’t let others see that. I couldn’t let them know that I’d rejected my mate because I couldn’t let everyone know that I’m gay. That could lead to fights for my position and diss