LOGINHenry’s smiles were wielded like knives. He smiled to get people to do his bidding, he smiled to give an unspoken threat. He smiled to hide how much he wanted to rip someone’s throat out.
So he was mildly impressed and somewhat surprised that Natalia sat across from him, meeting his smile with one of her own.
They made it a point of not spending too much time together. She had moved to her own mansion when she was sixteen. Two alphas couldn’t live together. The
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
Raphe wasn’t sure if he was impressed or scared by his mate’s abilities. Eve had undergone torture, escaped her prison, and sought out help. Now here she was helping them.The cost, to her, though, was it pushed back their ability to save her daughter. Malcom had asked Eve and
Poppy was still angry the next morning. She hadn’t slept much that night. Malcom rarely came to bed when she was still awake and usually left before the sunrise. So she had stayed up.All. Night.He never came.Never.
Melissa watched Poppy walk out of the Great Hall with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew she should have just told Poppy that Callum asked her to eat with Malcom and the inner circle to discuss security measures for the mating ceremony that was fast approaching. She knew that Poppy was fe
Poppy was fuming by the time she finished dinner. Malcom had been “busy” all day. Fiona had to cancel their session that afternoon, so she had some free time. Poppy decided she’d do what her therapist had been saying: talk to him. Fiona had promised that he’d make time for







