Blood Moon Magic

by Isobelle Carmichael

  “Oh fuck, Abby.” His attempts to keep his voice down are futile, and he releases with a roar. His cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow him down while his hands clench the back of my head drawing out his pleasure.

  Licking my lips, I rise off my knees. He cradles my head, pulling me forward and kissing me roughly.

  “That was so amazing, princess, but what are we going to do about the other guys?”

  I am mildly insulted that his first thought is about the rest of the guys, but I understand his concern.

  “Don’t you worry, I’ll get to all of you. I just had to get you to break first. After all, you’re in charge, right?” I wink at him.

  He opens his mouth to argue, but I say, “No penetration. I promise we’ll save it for the stupid ceremony.”

  “You’re incredible and so sexy. Thank you for that,” he says, kissing me again then zipping up his pants.

  “You know you have nothing to worry about, right? In regards to the whole anal sex thing, I mean,” he says. “There are things we can do to help prepare you, and the book is very explicit.”

  “Oh, I know it’s explicit. I know just how very, very detailed my ancestors were in their journals,” I shudder.

  “I purchased you a butt plug starter kit after I read what the ritual would entail,” Kaden says, coming up behind me.

  “Oh crap! You scared me. Where did you come from?” I say, nearly jumping out my skin. “Wait, you did WHAT?” I start pulling my shirt closed before realizing there’s no need to hide my body from these guys.

  “I sensed your nervousness, well Justin did, but once I read the passage, I understood and anticipated your needs. I hope you don’t mind. I know I joke a lot, but your comfort is very important to me,” he says, but I notice he gives Shaun a long look that makes me think he might have heard us. I grin and decide it is time to bend another of my dragons to my will. I am Eve in the garden of Eden, but this time, I’m the one leading the snake to temptation. And everyone is gonna take a bite of this apple.

  “I don’t mind at all. In fact, it’s very sexy. Will you be the one training my ass?” A shiver runs through me at the naughtiness of my words, and I think about how fun this might turn out to be.

  His eyes darken like the sky before a storm, and his pupils dilate at my words. “Yes,” he says, his voice thick, “I will be training your ass for the ritual.”

  “Only for the ritual?” I tease, “and who will claim my virgin hole; will that be you as well?” I ask leaning in close to him, and a current of magic flickers between us.

  “Yes, I will,” he says, before grabbing me around my waist and crushing his lips to mine, as if the images of him taking my ass are too much to bear.

  I know the idea has turned me the fuck on. I just had Shaun’s head between my legs, and already I’m hungry for more.

  “So, will you start my training now? Please?” I ask softly, then suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

  Finally, lessons I’m interested in.

  I can literally feel his will crumbling, as I use my mouth to coax him to do my bidding.

  “You’re killing me,” he says with a groan. “I can smell him on you. And when I kiss you, I can taste him on you, too,” he growls in my ear so softly, that I know Shaun can’t hear him.

  I pull back and look into his eyes then lean into his ear to nibble on it gently, “Does it bother you?” I whisper back.

  “It doesn’t bother me, but my dragon is another story. It’s practically feral right now; it wants to claim you. To make you scream so loudly everyone in the den wakes up, as I tear moans of pleasure out of you. I want to sink my teeth into your neck as a visual reminder that I Claimed you. To fuck you so thoroughly that every step you take is a constant reminder of how it felt when my cock was filling you.”

  I move closer to him, overcome with desire at his words. I’m drowning on the pheromones that saturate the air.

  “I’m very willing to do all of that,” my throat is husky with need.

  He puts his forehead to my own and says through clenched teeth, “I can’t do this right now, because I won’t be able to stop once I start. I’m going to go downstairs and make coffee instead.”

  I begin to protest, but he stops me.

  “Abby, no. Listen to me,” he bites out. “I want you so badly it hurts, but I can’t have you in any capacity that risks this ceremony until it is done.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “If it wasn’t so important, I would have bent you over the railing by now. But once we give the clan what it needs, you’re mine,” he growls out and captures my lips in a rough kiss that shuts up any further argument from me.

  “I hope you’re ready, baby girl, because soon, very soon, I’m going to claim every hole you have, repeatedly. And only when you’re sore from my hard cock pounding you to exhaustion, will my dragon be satisfied.”

  I gulp, and stare at him wide-eyed. I knew Kaden was the more serious of my twins, but the way he was speaking to me tonight—the stamp of ownership in his voice—is driving me insane.

  “I haven’t even chosen you, any of you, officially yet,” I say lamely, trying to find the upper hand again.

  “I’m not worried.” His trademark sardonic grin is back. “I’m just waiting for your brain to catch up with your wolf, princess, but you’re mine … you’re ours,” he corrects, “and we are yours.”

  He kisses me softly, fanning the embers of my lust into a gentle flame, before stepping away again. He smirks at me and says, “This is a good look for you, Abby: your mouth swollen from kisses, your hair in a tangle, shirt unbuttoned, and my scent all over you. I could get used to it.” Then he leaves the balcony, presumably to start that coffee he was talking about.

  Marcus is the chef, but Kaden is our resident barista. The women in this den are getting spoiled by my men; it is going to be tough for them if we ever move out on our own.

  “Well, that was fun to watch.”

  What the heck? Do these men not sleep? And why do they keep sneaking up on me?

  Kaleb slides his hands around my waist, “Mmmm you’re nice and warm,” he says, breathing me in, “and I see someone has been a naughty girl. I like it; you smell like my brother.” He takes another breath, “and regarding Shaun, bad girl, Abby.” He grins and smiles at me.

  “Kaden is right though, your wolf has chosen, but you need to say the words. You need to tell us all that you’re not going to let any of us go. It will calm some of the tension we all feel and give our animals a rest. Right now, the only thing keeping us from fighting for you is our friendship, but our human sides are only so strong. It’s time to think about making this official and start planning our Bonding ceremony.” He says all of this while pressing himself into my back and rocking into me.

  I have always loved this balcony, but it’s just become my very favorite spot in the den right now. I realize I have no idea where Shaun snuck off to, or when, and I haven’t seen Marcus since last night.

  “Marcus is with Kaden making another breakfast that’s assured to delight your packmates, and Justin and Shaun are in the library reading about the Blood Moon ritual and some other boring stuff. Your job, princess, is to stay right here with me and watch the sunrise.”

  “Well, when you put it like that …” I relax into him as the first rays of sun break through the tree line. The sky is awash in pinks and oranges and casts the trees in gold. It’s a breathtaking sight, and right now I’m completely at peace.

  “I wish it could always be like this, so calm and peaceful.” I sigh.

  “I know, and maybe it can be, but for now, just enjoy this moment. Life is unpredictable, and we don’t ever know when we’ll get a chance like this again.”

  I agree, and he rests his chin on the top of my head.

  “I meant to ask, why did you leave the bed this morning?”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I apologize.

  “You didn’t, but please do next time. Waking up spooning my brother i
sn’t on my list of things I enjoy. It was cute when we were five, but it’s just creepy at twenty-seven.”

  I laugh, and it’s full-on joyful and unfiltered. It feels so freeing, so I know the smile stamped onto my face when I turn to look up at him is a big one.

  “I know this probably sounds awful, but I wish someone had taken a picture because I would have loved to see your face when it happened.”

  “Oh you little fire-starter,” he scowls, and kisses me on the nose, “back to my question; why did you leave?”

  “Well, funny that you mention fire,” I drawl, “because the two of you had me feeling like I was sleeping in a volcano.”

  “Riiiigght.” he strings the word out as if something just occurred to him.

  “Justin mentioned that as we move closer to a full Bond, and as you learn your own powers, we can expect to see ours increase as well. Plus, we’ve always run hot,” he shoots me a cocky grin, “but I guess our powers are surpassing what we’re used to. We’ll have to ask our personal professor Giles if there’s anything we can do about it.”

  “What!” I shriek. “Did you just reference Buffy?”

  “Well, uh, you mentioned it was one of your guilty pleasures, so I may have watched an episode or two, you know, to see what you were talking about.”

  “You’re the best,” I say, and turn in his arms to give him a real kiss. When my lips meet his, he surrounds me in his warmth and … love. I pull back abruptly.

  “So, yeah, let’s go downstairs. I think I smell breakfast.”

  His face darkens for a brief moment but then clears.

  “Sure, princess, let’s go eat breakfast, Marcus made croissants.”

  My mouth waters, “How do you know that?”

  Cause I told him. Now get that fantastic ass down here so I can give you one while they’re hot, and I have lemon curd and fresh whipped cream and strawberries, Marcus says, and I realize my channels must be wide open.

  My stomach rumbles, and I practically run to the kitchen. Kaden hands me a cup of coffee, and I inhale deeply, letting the scent of properly-made coffee invigorate me. I glance around the kitchen at my men, all working towards serving breakfast to my packmates, and my heart melts. I watch my pack file out of the room and into the dining room, and I can’t keep the wide smile off my face. This day couldn’t possibly get any better.

  I skip across the kitchen and lay a surprise kiss on Marcus who’s alone putting away the last of the ingredients. I am already being naughty, so I may as well continue. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I reach my hand down his pajama bottoms and grasp the hard length of him.

  “I know you can smell your clanmates on me, Marcus. Does it turn you on?” He growls, and I chuckle, wanting to push him further.

  “You know, Kaden has claimed my ass for the ritual,” his pupils widen, “but what about you? What part of me are you claiming?” He stares down at me, “You’re not supposed to choose me, Abby, you know that.”

  “I haven’t chosen anyone officially yet, but that’s only a formality. And Marcus, you’re an idiot if you haven’t realized what’s between us, and I know you’re not an idiot.” I move my hand up and down his hard cock as I sink my teeth into the crook of his neck. My assertion of dominance and my hand pumping his cock is a potent combination. He lets out a ragged breath, and I continue to pick up the pace until he’s forced to hold on to the counter to keep his control. I don’t like the fact that he can still maintain his composure, so I sink to my knees sliding his pants down as I go.

  In one quick motion, I swallow the head of his cock, and he snaps, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands clutch the back of my head, and he roughly uses my mouth for his pleasure, fucking it as a man possessed. I don’t fight him, relaxing against his onslaught and loving the loss of control.

  It’s driving me crazy with need, and my clit throbs insistently, wanting to be touched. I give in, pressing my fingers against the sensitive bud as he cums into my mouth. Roughly, he drags me up off the ground, a hand fisted in my hair, and kisses me hard. Then, he lifts me up and settles me on the counter, stripping off my boxer shorts and underwear along the way. Spreading my legs wide, he mirrors the position I was just in and slides his tongue slowly up and down my pussy. He works it torturously in and out of my wet hole, gradually picking up speed as he grabs my ass, pressing me deeper. Whimpers break through my lips, which are pressed tightly together, before turning into soft moans. Then he speaks into my mind.

  Not a fucking sound, princess, or I’ll stop. You wanted to break my control, and you have. But now, you’re going to be a good girl while I fuck you with my mouth, or you won’t get to cum, do you understand?

  I nod my head and swallow.

  He returns to his wicked ministrations, sucking my pussy lips into his mouth and laving his tongue over my sensitive clit. I’m saturating the air with my scent and biting down on my lips to keep from crying out, but Marcus is relentless, devouring me like a gourmet meal.

  He slides two fingers into me, moving them in a come hither motion, as he continues to lick and nuzzle my clit. When a third finger eases its way into my channel, I’m done. I cum hard on his mouth, but he just continues lapping and sucking until my legs start shaking.

  “The next time you play that game with me, it will be my cock, not my fingers that I use—ceremony be damned,” he threatens.

  He kisses me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue before stepping away. I crawl off the counter and stumble.

  Damn traitorous legs.

  He chuckles, but I have no biting retort, and he actually made me weak in the knees, so he deserves to savor this moment.

  But I did break that delicious control he’s always leashing so tightly.

  I smirk, so I guess we’ve both come out winners. I grab my boxers from the floor and realize he’s stolen my underwear.

  “Marcus,” I growl, but he’s already gone, disappearing into the dining room.

  Fucking dragons. I thought they hoard gold, but apparently, my dragons hoard panties.

  “What the hell! Do you guys have any idea how expensive good underwear is?” I grumble and head to the dining room. I’m starving. Holy Overrealm, orgasms can really take it out of a woman, I swear!

  Chapter Thirteen

  Abby

  Using my mental connection with all the guys, I call them into our gym. One by one they file in and wait silently. I tug on my high ponytail to ensure its tight enough before I begin.

  “Alright guys, this is not going to surprise any of you, but it’s time to establish your dominance within the pack. Usually, we do this in animal form, but we’re clearly not going to be able to do that here. Your dragons are too large to shift in the house, and sheer size would give you an advantage over me in my wolf form.”

  I hold up my hand before anyone can protest, “if you feel that among yourself you would like to fight in your animal form, I’ll allow that, but you’re fighting me in human form.”

  I hear some snorts and grumbles which I ignore because the room is already filling with the smell of testosterone.

  “Now, I could choose in what order I wanted to fight you all, home field advantage and all that, but I don’t think that’s fair, and I don’t want any biases to interfere so …”

  “We’re drawing straws?” Kaleb interrupts me before I can finish.

  “You got it, Kaleb. We’re drawing straws.” I fan out five straws in my hand and hold them out, gesturing for the guys to take them. “I have them right here, so come on up and grab one.”

  The order needs to be random—as their alpha, I need to be sure that I show no favoritism. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m choosing the order based on where I want them to fall in the hierarchy. Dominance challenges can quickly get out of hand. I’ve already done them a great favor by barring the rest of the pack from watching. Since we’re only establishing order within my little sub-group, we don’t need the whole pack here, and honestly, I just didn’t want to get al
l ritualistic about it. Usually this kind of thing isn’t even required until a Bonding is official, but as usual, my guys don’t follow the rules. If it’s normal, they’re not into it; they like to push buttons, break molds, and forge their own paths. We’ll have to do this again officially, but our group was becoming too contentious, and after Shaun’s recent behavior, I knew it was time to throw my weight around.

  “Guys, please don’t hold back, I have no intention of doing so, and this determines your order in the pack until we’re officially Bonded or challenged. I know you might be worried about hitting or hurting me, but I promise I can take whatever you got.”

  They each draw a straw, and then I hear a chorus of growls and one groan. I follow the direction of that lone groan and lock eyes with Marcus. He’s the least enthusiastic about this, and I can hazard a guess as to why.

  “Marcus, it looks like you’re first. Let’s go.”

  Marcus comes at me, and his moves are telegraphed so overtly that I can’t help it, I flip him over my back, and he lands with a thud. Frustrated at his lack of effort, I straddle him on the ground.

  “Mr. Doyle, is that the best you have?”

  “I don’t understand what we’re doing. I don’t want to fight you; it feels wrong. Plus, why does it matter?”

  My wolf knows where my men will fall, and she’s already told me, but it would spoil the fun if I didn’t get to fight a little first. I was stunned when she sensed that Marcus wouldn’t even try to fight me, and now seeing it with my own eyes, I’m incensed.

  “Pack hierarchy is paramount. Maybe you dragons don’t place as much weight on it as we wolves do, but you’re in my pack for the time being. To reduce the tension, we need this. We’re basically our own mini pack within the Damas. Got it? Now fight me for real!”

  The words come out sharp, but with my wolf so close to the surface, it’s inevitable.

  “I can’t do it, Abby, please don’t ask this of me,” I look at his face, and he is more open than I’ve ever seen him, and the look he gives me shows that he’s utterly shattered.