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

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

I can’t help but moan as Brandon slowly pushes into me.  His length feels unfamiliar and amazing inside of me.  The fated sparks of our mate bond ignite anywhere that our bodies touch, adding to the pleasure.  I see his pupils blow wide as his eyes turn the deepest shade of cerulean in his lust. “Shit, Charlie!  You’re so tight.  You feel so good,” Brandon says.  He begins to slowly move back and forth.  The feeling is exquisite, but I want more.  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I begin urging him faster. “Oh, fuck!” Brandon moans as he picks up his pace.  His eyes are closed and his face is contorted in a mask of pure pleasure. I see Zak’s face over Brandon’s shoulder, his eyes nearly black as he watches Brandon’s ass move on his fingers.

 Xander and I spent the night in my room. There was A TON of sex, but also a lot of talking and getting to know each other. Xander is a recent transfer to our pack. His mother was human and had recently been diagnosed with leukemia. Though she lived with the pack, she still needed to see a human doctor and one of the best was in the city about 20 miles from our pack borders.  They moved here from the coast to get better care for her when the time came.  Zak had readily agreed to the transfer, as had Xander’s old Alpha, Brett.             His father had died in a rogue attack when he was five. It was what prompted him to become a warrior.           &nb

Being Monday, today was a day off for most of the pack.  Monday is our day of rest and communion with the Goddess, since Monday is named for the moon.  It's the reason that the word “Monday” is derived from the word “moon” in many languages (e.g., lunes in Spanish, montag in German, lunedi in Italian, etc.).  So it wasn’t a problem when I sleep until 10.  When I wake, Xander is there beside me.  He stretches and yawns before opening his beautiful chocolate-colored eyes.  When he sees me, a lazy smile crosses his face. “Hey, babe,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “Good