LOGINCallum couldn’t stop kissing her. He had wanted this, wanted her, since the moment he saw her, but there had been too much going on. First, there had been Malcom’s party, then Poppy was attacked. All hell had broken loose at that.
He had been so focused on the safety of the Clan, of Poppy and Malcom, that he had shoved his need for his mate to the side. Kind of. Her constant push to call Malcom out for holding Poppy meant he had to keep tabs on her, for the sa
Poppy wished she could say that she effortlessly slipped into her role as the Luna of her clan. But it took her a bit to figure out what was expected of her. And what she expected from those around her.She and Malcom had long discussions about her hopes and dreams and his. After all that had happened, they learned that they had to talk things out before assuming that the other person knew or was aware of what they wanted.Poppy’s return to college was one of those things.“I want to finish my degree.” Poppy announced over breakfast one morning. They had been officially mated for a month. And if Malcom was correct, she was already pregnant.“OK.” Malcom calmly poured himself another cup of coffee as he smiled at her. “Anythin’ ye want, love.”“OK?” She blinked. He had been so possessive, almost refusing to let her out of his sight for more than a minute since they had returned to the castle, that she had expected more of a fight. Especially since he was claiming she was pregnant. Some
Malcom couldn’t stop staring at the bare, glistening pink pussy in front of him. Her entire mound and down her legs was soaking from her slick. His wolf preened a little at the thought that he did that. He made her so wet it was dripping down her legs.But the deeper, more primal part of him demanded that he take what was his.Using one hand to pin her hips to the mattress, Malcom ran his nose up her thigh, to the juncture where her legs met her mound, inhaling her scent deeply. She smelled so fucking good.“Malcom…” she moaned as his nose brushed her skin.He looked up at her with a small glare and gave her wet seam a sharp smack, making her cry out and jump, more from shock than pain, he guessed.“What do ye call me in bed?” he growled.“Daddy.” She whimpered, her voice heavy with need, “I’m sorry daddy, I just… I need you.”“Daddy knows what ye need, lass.” He kissed away the sting of his slap, relishing the feel of her breath hitching, her body jerking in response to the stimulus.
Poppy eagerly stepped over the pool of fabric at her feet and walked toward Malcom, her mouth watering at the thought of him naked. All those glorious muscles; that long, thick dick. His knot that he promised her but also hadn’t given her yet.Her pussy was weeping at the thought of what was to come, a thick trail of slick was soaking her panties and dripping down her thighs. “Yes daddy.” She kept her head lowered but peered up at him through her lashes.“God, lass, ye’ll be the death of me.” He muttered as she stepped in front of him, running her hands up his chest, slipping them under his suit jacket and slowly pushing it from his shoulders.She was torturing him, she knew. But it was also a powerful feeling to know that she and she alone could bring this giant of an alpha to his knees, begging for her.Once the jacket hit the floor, she slowly started with his tie, unknotting it and slipping it out of his collar. His Adam’s apple bobbed as the expensive silk slid away.“Are ye try
Poppy was swept up in the whole whirlwind of the day. Malcom meeting her half way and carrying her to alter was the last thing she clearly remembered. They said their vows, but she was a mess of tears as he promised to love and cherish her for all of eternity. Hers were pretty similar. Callum and Melissa, Raphe and Eve had all taken their turn promising a life with each other.Myrna was right, it was really similar to a human wedding. With one glaring exception: there was no exchange of rings.Malcom and Myrna had told her that Lycans did things differently. Instead of a piece of jewelry, they marked their mates. But what exactly that meant, Poppy wasn’t sure.All she really knew was that it didn’t happen during the ceremony.By the time the celebration of the triple mating had started, Poppy was a horny mess. Hell, she’d been horny since before the Council meeting.Ever since they’d returned, Malcom had been diligent in making sure she had multiple orgasms a day. What he hadn’t done
Malcom stood at the moon alter and straightened his tie for the thousandth time. He’d never thought he would be here. Prepared to vow his eternal love to his fated mate, two of his best friends on either side of him, waiting for their mates as well.Not even a year ago he had been looking for a way to avoid the forced mating to Natalia Reacher. He had never expected to find Poppy, that she would be as amazing as she was. That they would face the Council, uncover a corrupt plan to control the Lycan world, unveil an underground research facility that was torturing both Lycan and human subjects. That Henry and Natalia Reacher would be dead. That Callum and Raphe would both find their fated ones, too. That all three females were also part of a strange line of women called the Daughters of Hecate. He still didn’t really understand that one. Poppy had explained it like they were a sisterhood who shared similar genetic mutations. Those mutations made them more susceptible to the Lycan gene
Melissa was overwhelmed. Which was a bit of an understatement, but she really didn’t have any other words to express her feelings.There was just so much going on. She had, apparently incorrectly, thought that once the whole Council meeting was over things would calm down.She should have known better. There were far too many things to do once they got back to the clan seat. Callum, Owen, and Raphe were busy checking all the security issues. Michelle was in full assistant mode running all the other assistants while Malcom spent most of his time with Poppy. And Eve was spending a lot of time with her daughter and Dr. Fiona to process the trauma of what had happened to them. Even Scott and Fern had duties; someone mentioned something about liaison to the next Forest Run Alpha. Someone mentioned Scott might have Alpha tendencies.Melissa hadn’t paid much attention to that; she was more concerned about what she was having to do during this time.Myrna was in full mate ceremony planning s
Malcom looked at Poppy, her pupils were blown with desire, cheeks flushed a pretty pink that made her smattering of freckles stand out even more. Her breathing was shallow and fast.She took a minute to process his command, but finally, with shaking hands, she slowly, tantalizingly started to take
Malcom watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as his mate, his beautiful, but burned, mate shot a root through the chest of the monster.Not monster, Stephan, apparently, according to Natalia who was finally showing some emotion beyond anger.“NO!” She screamed, stumbling toward the creat
Poppy woke up with her alarm, and kind of wished she could hit snooze.She hadn’t been having the most amazing dream. Poppy usually didn’t have sex dreams, and when she did they were pretty tame; it’s not like she hadn’t a lot of experience to draw from. But this dream… she kind of wished she could
Poppy was desperate. Tuition had risen in the last semester and the cost of books alone was going to break her. Not to mention she had rent due on her tiny little studio apartment. Mrs. Crist was not only her landlady but also her boss. The rundown apartment was above Mrs. Christ’s bakery: Buns an







