Destiny for the Opeth Pack wolves overrides want as Józsi returns to Hungary to save the lovers he’d left behind from their mad Alpha.
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Ten Years Later.
It never snowed this early in Texas. Especially not in November in Houston. Still, looking out of the window onto the streets of downtown Houston, Józsi saw the snow fall. The faint idea that there would be a lot of people finding out that a cold winter actually did not mean shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt amused him.
Unless you were lupine. Then you simply didn’t give a fuck about the weather.
Nothing in the States could compare to the harsh winters in any Eastern European country.
Józsi inhaled sharply and cold air from the open window filled his lungs. Picking up his glass of Hungarian red wine, he took a long slow sip and sighed. The warm liquid slid down his throat but didn’t have the same warming effect as the brandy he’d had the night before.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the soft leather recliner and picked up the cigar he’d just lit. He took a draw and exhaled, filing the room with the scent of tobacco, cocoa, and smoke. The scent reminded him of growing up in Hungary. He smoked the same cigars his father smoked, Proprio. Drank the same red wine his father did. And ultimately ended up the same way his father did.
Oh, Józsi could get the girl if he wanted.
He’d had plenty of opportunities growing up in Hungary amongst the wolves, and even more when he’d moved to Texas. American women were infatuated with his strong jaw, soft yet masculine accent, and the way he carried himself. Women constantly asked if they could run their fingers through his long, dark hair, sighing blissfully when their fingers ran over strong, broad shoulders. He’d simply fluttered thick, dark lashes at them, smiled and laughed a rich, masculine sound that he knew made blood pool below a woman’s stomach.
Sometimes, they’d just look into his eyes and swoon. He knew there was intensity in his gaze, which was evident in his dark blue irises. There was only one who was not affected by him at all. But that didn’t matter.
A knock at the door forced Józsi’s attention from his memory.
Checking his watch, he noted it was only just after six pm. He took a puff on his cigar and set it down in the large, dark cigar ashtray. Walking to the door, he looked through the peephole and sighed. The scent of another wolf always made him anxious.
“I know you’re home,” the female voice yelled. “Let me in, it’s fucking cold out here!”
Józsi groaned. It had to be her. Of course it did.
Opening the door, Lukina stood before him, dressed in her usual white cloak. Red curls spilled out from beneath her white stocking cap, framing her doll-like face.
He hadn’t seen her in ten years. The memory of leaving her and Ilona all those years ago came crashing back into his mind followed by images of the last few times he’d been back to Hungary. Not because he was homesick, mind. Nor had his trip had anything to do with the love he had for both Lukina and Ilona. He’d thrown that away years ago when he left them.
He returned merely to keep tabs on things he found himself unable to feel otherwise. Distance wasn’t a problem for reading auras but without practice his skill set became less than what it was.
He shrugged the memories off. This was no time for memories from the past.
His gaze finally really examining her, Lukina stole his breathe.
She pushed her way past him and headed straight for his recliner.
He frowned. “How did you find me?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “I had a little help from our bond through the witch. And I did some digging on my own—”
God damn it. The pack witch must have returned and resumed her former position by now. She’d left for the same reason he had. No desire to deal with Prophecy. Her bond with all the wolves made it easier for her to keep tabs on them wherever they were. Józsi hated that shit because it meant things like Lukina showing up could happen without difficulty. He never could truly hide from the world he wanted to escape. Still, he wasn’t about to have Lukina stalking through his apartment like she owned everything. Józsi moved toward her and cut her off. “What the hell are you doing?”
Turning perfectly plump lips down in a frown, she sat down. Lukina picked up his glass of wine and took a drink. “I needed that.”
Growling low, he set his hands on his hips. “Aren’t you still underage?”
She wiped her mouth and smirked. “Does it matter with wolves?”
It didn’t. Wolf custom and age ran differently than human standards. Józsi sighed. “What do you want?”
She lifted the wine glass to her lips and peered over the rim, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. “I can’t pay my favorite pack mate and obsession a visit?”
Tilting his chin down, he glared at her. “No. When you show up it usually means something is wrong. Spill it.”
Looking up, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re no any fun anymore, Józsi. What happened?”
He turned away from her. Reaching for the bottle on the table beside him, he picked it up and retrieved another glass. Filling it with wine, he took another drink. Swirling the liquid around the bowl, he returned his gaze to Lukina. She was so tiny, so petite, it was a wonder that she hadn’t been killed off as a baby.
He’d never tell her that he admired her courage.
Swirling the glass around in her hands, she looked down for a moment. Speaking low, the words came loud anyway. “Anyway, you’re needed back in Budapest.”
He scoffed, crossed his arms over his chest. “No I’m not.”
Lukina cocked a brow and scowled at him, her tone challenging his. “You don’t even know what for.”
As though he gave a fuck about challenges from other wolves. The only thing that mattered was that he was left alone, as he had been for the last ten years. “It doesn’t matter.” He set his glass down on the marble countertop.
Her head shot up. “Yes, it does. It concerns—“
He shouted, “No, it doesn’t Lukina. I am not needed back there anymore.”
She set her glass down on the table beside her and stood up. Storming across the room, anger glaring in her eyes, she reached out and slapped Józsi.
The sting burned his face and made his head spin. His jaw dropped. It’d been a long time since someone had slapped him like that.
Fire burned in those deep blue eyes of hers. “How dare you turn your back on our lover! Leave the pack, fine. Let Kiba and his bullshit politics burn bridges, fine. But you gave me your word you would never turn your back on us.” Her voice rose in pitch.
His shoulders stiffened. He turned away from her, looked out the window and back at her again. “You were ten years old, Lukina. How was I supposed to know what was going to happen? Or that you’d—“
“Remember? I love you, and I loved you then, but not like Ilona. You were everything to her. You were the one who was not content with Hungary. Or the pack. So,” she said as her voice calmed and she was now in his face– a funny sight, he realized, since he was a good foot and a half taller than she–, “you’ll listen to what I have to say before you make the right choice.” She punched her finger into his chest for emphasis.
Józsi turned his gaze from her and looked out the large window.
Gray skies had grown darker.
Lukina’s small hand cupped the warm spot on his cheek and forced him to face her. “You have to come back. You know I’m right.”
Her voice had gone from angry to soft and pleading. He hated that. It made things so much harder for him.
Growling low, he let the threat between them die. He wasn’t going to play her Alpha or mate. “Fine. What do you need of me?”
She returned to her seat. “First off,” she cleared her throat, “Kiba’s gone insane.”
He shrugged. “This is nothing new. We all knew it would happen one day. His increasing behavioral issues were already causing problems when we were all growing up. It didn’t seem odd to anyone else that he picked random fights and had the crazy possessed look in his eyes. Hell, even his brother Les didn’t appear shocked, sadly. There is no one Alpha enough to take his place?”
She didn’t reply.
He understood the implied silence. “Oh no,” he backed off, “I’m not coming back to fulfill some God damned prophecy to get the pack to Paradise. I swore off prophecies when I moved to Texas.”
“Yes I know.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ll leave all that shit to the now dead Elders.”
He stiffened and gasped. “Now dead? What happened?”
“I told you.” She leaned forward, sipping her wine again. “Kiba went insane. The ones who could fight him lost, the others were killed by hunters.”
Józsi leaned back in his chair. “So be it. Old bastards were nothing but trouble anyway.”
Lukina stood and stalked toward Józsi with that angry look in her eyes. Hand raised, she swung.
He caught her fist this time. She was still cold from outside despite the invisible fur layer and coat, but something else was off.
Heaving a sob, she stepped back and then threw herself onto him, wrapping her tiny arms around his large frame.
He felt wetness on his silk shirt, tears from her. She began crying, sobbing louder. “It’s not fair what they’re asking us to do, Józsi. It’s not fair.”
Józsi wrapped his arms around Lukina and stroked her hair.
She nuzzled closer. He could feel her body was cold. He inhaled her clean rain scent, tangling his fingers in her hair. “What’s going on?” His voice dropped to a bare whisper.
“Kiba’s most recent fits of insanity have provoked others to leave and put fear into the minds of our female wolves who stayed. He’s gone off his rocker and actually abused some of our women.” She sniffled. Backing up, she looked into his eyes.
He saw himself reflected in her beautiful round eyes and wanted to tear his own heart out. Why he had left her and her sister so long ago was beyond him. It had just needed to be done, he quickly rationalized.
He had to ask. “What of Ilona?”
Her sobs grew louder. “Yes, drága.” Dear. “She has been abused by Kiba.”
He ground his teeth loudly. “How did this happen?”
She sniffled and pushed back from his body. Looking into his eyes, she spoke through tears. “She changed her name to honor your journey and Kiba punished her for it. He would not have an American wolf in a Hungarian pack. So he beat her.”
Józsi wanted to growl louder and rip out Kiba’s throat. But he kept his emotions in check. Illogical, emotional outpouring wouldn’t do any good. “He’s old and she cannot be so young anymore. Surely she could defend herself.”
Lukina nodded. “Yeah, she could. The first few times he came to punish her, she had been ready and caught him off guard. But the last time he’d brought a few other rogue wolves and kidnapped her.” Her sobs grew louder once again.
Józsi clenched his fists and looked at the ground, eyes closed. He lifted his head, rubbed a hand down his chin and let out a deep breath.
“We need you to come make things right, Józsi. Please!”
He hated hearing her beg but he stroked her soft hair and whispered, “This is the way of wolves. It truly is survival of the fittest.”
“No!” Lukina burst into hysterics, pounding her fists on Józsi’s back. “No, not like this! This isn’t us against man or nature! It’s insanity at the hands of the Flower Maiden!”
That bitch again. Their supposed goddess whose sole purpose was to guide them toward this ideal of paradise…Józsi scoffed. With Lukina’s outburst, he tried to remain calm despite the storm raging inside of him. “We all knew it would happen someday, Lukina. The prophecy said so. The pack must now make a choice.”
“No, Józsi! It cannot work that way with an insane maniac on the loose. He’ll kill us all. Even our pack witch has left us, leaving us defenseless. Her absence we can deal, with but do you not care for your other mate?”
He turned from her, shook his head. Of course he cared for his two mates, but the triad of him, Lukina and Ilona was nothing more than an experience he’d regretted because of the outcome. Why bother with the painful details? “Why do you both need me?”
“Because Kiba is losing his mind and needs to be stopped. He is causing problems with other packs and will not listen to our Elders or anyone else. And we still rightfully belong to you!”
He’d felt Kiba losing his mind from across the ocean. The weak bond had nagged at him at various times throughout the years, particularly in the winter, but there had been no way for him to be sure since he’d broken off most of his contact with the Moon pack, finally severing ties after his last trip six years ago. “What makes you think I can stop him?”
“Nothing. Ilona and I want out of Hungary. We want to be free again as we were before Kiba.”
Trailing a fingernail over her soft cheek, he wiped away tears. “The man is a fucking psycho. I cannot help you. There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry. ”
Her eyes widened. “But you promised Ilona and me. You promised you’d always defend us, always love us. You promised that someday you’d come back for us.”
“I…I…” His mouth hung open. He had no defense. In truth, he’d given his word at an early age before he’d had all the shit to he had to deal with. He’d sworn before the moon itself to protect them from harm as they were bound to him, and he to them.
He realized now there was no other choice. “Okay.”
Her head tilted to the side and her voice lowered. “You’ll be on the plane tomorrow?”
He sighed heavily. “Tonight.”
Lukina looked into his eyes. “Really?”
He blinked. Seeing desperation in her exhausted expression tore at him. He couldn’t leave his mates alone, even if he wanted to. “Yes. Really.”
Her eyes lit up. “Thank you, drága.” Dear.
Anything for Ilona. “What is her American name now?”
Lukina ran a hand through his dark hair. “She calls herself Meredith.”
Surprised, he shifted his weight and held Lukina closer. “Does anyone actually call her that?”
She nodded. “Yes. She’s grown quite fierce and violent since Kiba lost his mind.”
He sighed heavily. “Has Kiba been talking about finding Paradise again?”
Lukina blinked and wiped away tears that streamed down her cheeks. She sniffled. “Yes. Swears he can find it, and that all of us belong there. Says the way to Paradise has to do with sacrificing certain females of our pack. He’s also been talking about showing humans exactly what we are so they can worship us.”
Paradise. The magical place wolves were said to have been created in, then kicked out of, and granted return only upon fulfilling a prophecy no one knew much about.
Pure bullshit, as far as Józsi was concerned.
He hated that she’d been here ten minutes and already he’d been brought back into pack politics.
“The man was always an old fool, ever since I can remember. Now he’s just slipped further into madness.”
Lukina pulled away from Józsi and returned to his leather recliner. She picked up his cigar and took a puff on it.
He rolled his eyes at her and let her take his cigar.
Finally he tossed her his torch. “It needs to be relit. And since when do you smoke?”
“Drága, anything to be close to home again.” She referred to her father and his own. Both men used to smoke cigars while out walking around the castles on the north side of Lake Balaton. She picked up the lighter and lit the end of the cigar, taking a few short puffs before getting a deep breath. Exhaling, she blew out a thick ring of smoke that billowed above her head. “I like the smell of these things.”
“I do too.”
Neither said a word for a few moments. Józsi watched Lukina closely, wondering what exactly was on her mind. She’d loved their homeland, so had Ilona. Could they both really want to live elsewhere when the proper nourishment and environment existed for wolves in Hungary?
He had to suppose so.
Lukina had always been progressive.
She twitched nervously, fiddling with her fingers while sitting in the recliner.
“Why didn’t your sister accompany you here instead of remaining back in Hungary?”
Lukina’s eyes widened. Sorrow crossed her beautiful blue eyes.
Józsi felt like shit for asking, but the question needed to be voiced.
“Because Kiba had been chasing her. I didn’t know what else to do so I came here.”
Naturally. Józsi rubbed his temples, feeling the stress build already. “Where did they last go to?”
She took another puff on the cigar. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t say to me or anyone else who asked, for that matter.”
“I assume this behavior has to do with Prophecy.”
She nodded slowly.
His jaw twitched. “Figures.”
Lukina finished her glass of wine. “Hit me again.”
Józsi filled her glass. He hated asking but needed all the information if he was going to risk his life for his mates. “So, what’s new in this prophecy?”
Lukina took a long sip of her wine and set her glass down. “You’re still the one we’re all betting on who will be Alpha.”
He snorted. Never. He wasn’t cut out for the responsibility of giving others hope only to have it yanked it out from under them like a cheap rug. “As if.”
“Hush.” She clasped her hands together and tilted her chin up. “The witch left us, as I said earlier. She could only translate about half of the texts left by the Elders before they died. Once the pack is structured properly with all the parts are in place, the heavens will supposedly open up and let us into Paradise.”
He frowned. “The idea is pure bullshit at this point. We’ve been on this planet for how many years, and so far have been given what? A witch that left us, an insane wolf who became Alpha, and what of Les?”
She ran a hand through her red curls. Pulling her cloak around her, she sighed. “Les is staying with us but keeping mostly to himself. He made a play for the witch but Marco interfered.”
Les. The young pup once thought of as the loser of the pack. Józsi had heard of him through the grapevine, was aware that the Omega had managed to find himself dumped on American soil and that was the last he heard. “Marco, huh? What happened there?”
Lukina smiled. “Long story short, turns out he and our witch are mates.”
Shock must have registered across Józsi’s face because Lukina’s grin widened.
“Yeah,” she continued. “Surprised me too. But he’s destined as we all are, to fulfill roles in the prophecy. Just as it is writ, it has been fulfilled.”
“I want no part in it.”
“Fine.” She reached for her glass. “We hear you. I just want my mate back. And…”
Józsi nodded. “Good. Now that we’re settled with that.” He took back his cigar from Lukina and puffed on it, only to find it had gone out again.
She handed him the torch.
He relit his cigar and inhaled, sucking in the opulent creaminess of the Ecuadorian cigar before blowing out a huge cloud of smoke. “It’s time for bed.”
She stirred in the leather chair, caressing his thigh with her foot.
The gesture made him hard. It also annoyed him. He looked down at her, seeing her through her mass of red curls to see her beautiful round face. She’d developed hard lines from age and hardship, no doubt. But she still looked as beautiful as the day he met her.
That memory was one he’d keep buried.
“I’m still sober.” She thrust her empty glass in his direction.
Sighing, he poured another glass of wine and handed it to Lukina. “Drink up. Get some rest.” Taking a long, slow sip, Józsi finished off the bottle. “We must leave late tonight if we are to return and avoid detection.”
Lukina reached for the glass and took a long sip before setting it in her lap and swirling it around. “Kiba doesn’t know I left. I was out on errands when I made the choice to come find you.”
“Oh.” Józsi swirled his still full glass for distraction. “He knows you’re gone. Through the link our pack shares, weak as it is, I’m also sure he knows that you’ve found me. I’m sure he’ll have something waiting for us.”
She sighed. “Is there nothing we can do?”
He met her gaze, and saw his anger reflected in her beautiful eyes. “Get some rest. I’ll handle this.”
Lukina nodded. “I’ll help. I want to.”
He cocked his head slightly. “You’re just out to further annoy me, aren’t you?”
She stuck her tongue out.
The offer of help was definitely heartfelt, yet he remained determined to keep her from danger. “You need me to. You don’t remember the lands, I’m sure.”
He growled low again. Lukina was right. He hadn’t remembered most of the land or the way to where their pack called home. He’d left that information behind when he came to America.
It only took several years and for him to stop visiting…
Lukina slid down the leather chair and onto the floor before she leaned against his knees, resting her head on his thigh. “How have you managed avoiding discovery of what we are here?”
“I live in a large city. People here in Houston are too busy with the mundane dealings in their lives to notice what’s right in front of them.”
“So you hide out in the obvious.”
“Come on, let’s go to bed. There’s room for you.” He sighed heavily. He did not want to revert back to pack habits of sleeping huddled up. But the sight of Lukina’s body and the warmth she’d provide him with was something he’d missed anyway. If he could only get Ilona out of his mind.
He stood and walked down the short hall to his bedroom.
Lukina slid off the chair and followed behind him.
“Why did you leave us, drága?” Dear.
Walking to his bedroom, Józsi peeled off his shirt and turned to face Lukina.
Grinning, she licked her lips.
He tossed his shirt aside and turned away. “Because I don’t take orders very well. And I hated hearing all the bullshit about the prophecy.”
“You do know,” she said as she dropped her cloak behind her and stepped out of her pants, “that our witch is pregnant with our future ruler, right?”
Glaring at Lukina, Józsi reached into the top drawer of his dresser and found a pair of sweatpants. “Here. You are not at home, so you will sleep clothed.”
She frowned. “I could put you in the mood, you know.”
Damn right she could, but it wouldn’t be right. Not after ten years of absence and not without their third. Józsi glared at her.
She spoke in a sweet, singsong manner. “It’ll be our first time.”
Józsi continued ignoring the fire beginning to heat his body. “And I don’t care what the witch’s business is. It’s none of mine.”
“It’s Marco’s baby.”
His jaw twitched.
Marco was a troublemaker. Several years younger than Józsi, Marco was always stirring things up and causing mischief. “So the little bastard settled down finally?”
She nodded. “He nearly killed Les.”
Józsi did well to hide his surprise there. It also figured that he’d end up with a softhearted witch.
Józsi handed Lukina the top he’d picked out for her. It was oversized as well, dwarfing her. “You’ll get used to clothes.” He threw on a tank and shorts and climbed into bed.
Lukina climbed in beside him, facing him. She wore a pout on her face. “I’ve gotten used to seeing you and your large muscled body very easily.” Her voice dropped another hitch.
She was cold compared to him. Snuggling closer to him, she wrapped an arm around his waist.
He let out an exasperated breath and rolled away from her. Closing his eyes, he felt her arm snake around his waist. Józsi pushed her away and lay on his stomach. After a few minutes, he heard her breathing settle into a slow rhythm. When he was certain she was asleep, he finally closed his eyes.
Her fingers found his and interlocked. “I need this…”
The warmth felt so comforting. He hadn’t felt this feeling in years and it seemed he needed it too, even if she would be naked and tangled around him in the morning because instinctively, he’d strip off his clothes and revert back to pack mentality of cuddling for warmth.
Józsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack. Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want.
Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away. Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates. Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have. Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?
Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.
Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.
Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.
Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.
He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.
Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.
Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.
He hoped he could keep this up.
Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.
Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.
His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.
She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.
He jerked away at first.
“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.
He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”
“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”
He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.
It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.
Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.
She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.
Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.
He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.
Sensations shot through his body from both women.
“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.
“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.
He couldn’t think. Physical response took over, pushing out all other thoughts. Shoving away the desire to evade the prophecy, the people or the pack. Unadulterated lust consumed him. Compulsion to bury himself inside her warmth drove his actions.
Gripping his cock in one hand, he pulled it from Ilona’s mouth. “Get on the ground,” he commanded in a raspy voice.
In an instant, Lukina moved from his side to Ilona’s.
Ilona sat on the ground, leaning back on her hands, spreading her long legs apart.
Lukina’s mouth sealed over Ilona’s.
Józsi took his cock and pumped himself a few times, feeling the satiny steel erection already slick with precum and Ilona’s saliva. Kneeling beside Ilona, he took her face in his hands and brought his mouth down on hers with fervor. Sinking his tongue between her lips, he embraced the feeling of her hands around his shoulders. Tension escaped him as her fingers massaged his aching muscles.
A second pair of hands found his mane, stroking his hair, comforting him. Setting him at ease. He opened his eyes briefly to see Ilona’s voluptuous body glowing a grayish white color. Warmth filled his veins.
“Take your pants completely off, silly!” Ilona pressed her lips to his chest.
Lukina continued licking his ear, flicking her tongue against the soft skin.
Ilona reached for his cock, gripping him with warm, nimble fingers. She began pumping him.
He arched his body forward and a blissful moan escaped his lips.
Fingers tousled his hair, ran down his chest. Someone reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Discarding his shirt, he watched Lukina’s mouth attach to one nipple.
Ilona’s fingers caressed his chest, starting from his neck and running down his stomach before taking his cock in hand again.
His stomach trembled, tremors racing throughout his body. The pungent scent of both women’s arousal filled his nose, sex heavy in the air.
She gave him a few pumps. “I want this inside me,” she begged.
Unable to think, he leaned forward, aching to give her what she wanted.
Her mouth sealed around his cock, heat engulfing him. Fingers traced patterns over his spine, sending more shivers throughout his body.
Lukina’s hands caressed his hair, tugging, brushing through his long thick hair. Relaxation set in slowly as desire kicked in full steam.
Ilona sucked him slowly, her tongue flicking over his head like a candy cane. She drew him in deeper and deeper until she’d sucked him all the way to the hilt. His balls rested heavy on her chin.
A hand snaked under his cock to caress his shaved balls.
He groaned, balling his fists in the air.
Fingernails ran across his sensitive skin.
His hips jerked forward, his mind barely processed Lukina’s fingers holding his sac.
Lukina took his hands and pulled them behind him.
Nails dug into his wrists, exiting him further. His balls drew up against his skin.
Ilona moaned, sending vibrations over his cock and throughout his body.
“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he groaned through gritted teeth.
Ilona withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and laughed. “Of course, but you’ve got to give me something.”
Legend has it the creation of wolves was a heavenly thing, and if that was so, it might work something like this:
Emesh stood, arms over her large belly. Standing in the middle of a clearing, she rubbed her stomach, hoping the beauty inside that was to be born soon would not hate her, never curse her though she would deserve it.
The wind blew, moving wisps of dark hair across delicate pale skin. Emesh reached behind her ear, tugging loose strands away from her face. A final glance over the land revealed lush grass and fields as far as the eye could see. Her goddess powers picked up on the seawater smell of the lake several miles away. The others promised her the land would be fertile. They said the wolves could not occupy heaven just yet, they needed to mature first.
When Emesh first heard that her babies would be born on earth amongst the humans, she’d felt afraid. But the Boldog Asszony, the fertility goddess reassured her that things would be all right.
She’d even helped Emesh find a suitable home for the wolves. They had chosen this land because of it’s breathtaking beauty and diverse landscape. The flatlands of this land would give her children enough room to roam freely, the lake in the central area of what would be known as Hungary would supply nourishment and prosperity. The people who would inhabit this land would be noble but would struggle until they reached their purpose.
To show the world that survival was the only option.
Her children, born of wolf and goddess would push forward ideals set in stone by Fate itself, the idea that wolves were the chosen inhabitants of this earth and even though they’d fall, once they learned of the prophecy, they would be given the tools to work with it.
Those the idea of her future grandchildren having to bear such a heavy responsibility pained her, made her heart ache. Emesh stood still in the circle, eyes closed, listening.
A gentle breeze blew, whispering words that caught her attention.
Emesh opened her eyes, focused on a single point on the ground and blinked. A bright red and orange flame appeared, several feet high.
Boldog Asszony’s face appeared in the flames, hair spread wide and flowing like the rivers, eyes bright yellow as the sun. Her lips were blood red, skin the color of the moon, a pale blue that mostly looked ghostly white. “I would not damn my own.”
Emesh read her creator’s lips and nodded. Feelings welled up inside her, bringing tears to her eyes. Still, she would not shed them as she birthed her babies.
The image vanished, leaving behind a smaller flame.
It was now or never.
Emesh trusted that this was the right thing, as she sank down to the ground, felt the energy ball containing the lives of her first pack extricate itself from her body.
For a moment, she felt a giant weight lifted from her shoulders.
As she looked up into the sky, then back at the ball of life, glowing with energy and smelling of lupine, thick with the scent of dirt and fur, she realized he’d only swapped one burden for a much heavier one.
That of the same burden the Christians would place upon their savior.
Tears fell down Emesh’s face as rain began to fall.
The ball of light and life hovered before her, glowing. Within seconds, it had exploded, sending little bursts of each life in different directions, flying faster and faster from her without even so much as a goodbye, or a thank you.
One sparkle floated before Emesh.
Reaching out, she captured the sparkle of life, felt the warmth and decided then that her babies needed a guardian here on Earth who would help guide them towards the prophecy.
Emesh decided then she would give birth to a human with wolves blood.
“This clearing has power,” Emese muttered to nobody in particular, aware of the fact that she’d been followed.
She knew which pup had followed too. He would grow to be strong, pack Alpha. But the madness of the Flower Maiden would catch up to him sooner or later and he would have to be dealt with.
Pulling back dark hair from her face, she realized he might as well at least be given a chance before she wrote the entire pack off.
“I know you’re here Kiba. Come out.”
Leaves and tall grass rustled, but nothing happened. It took her a second to find him, but she let him be. “Fine. Have it your way. Listen to the spirits tell you of this world and it’s history.”
Emese closed her eyes and knelt down, more strands of dark hair falling into her face, hiding her eyes.
Wind blew, taking Emese’s body from the ground. She opened her eyes and started to speak. The words were familiar, but the voice was not her own.
“The lands that used to be the Austro-Hungarian Empire were once filled with a definite, bright spark of life. Fields of brightly colored flowers and vineyards as far as the eye could see dotted the land. Lush forests around Lake Balaton breathed life into the region and brought prosperity.
Then there were the inhabitants. Wolves.
The chosen beings of The Goddess, often talked about the Fertility Goddess or Boldog Asszony. She was the mother of all fertility, harvests, of mates and all things created amongst the wolves who inhabited the lands.
Then the humans came and brought Christianity with them, converting some of the wolves to Catholicism.”
Emese wanted to stop the story here, but the voice, the power that had control of her body refused.
“There was peace between the humans and the wolves for hundreds of years on the surface, but as humans populated the region and conquered individual lands, the Austro-Hungarian Empire became two separate similarities within the two cultures.
The earth had been burned just to make light that man could see. Some human was never content with what he had been given in this life, so wars had been started that forced the entire world to pay a price. Bombs dropped, bullets and smoke filled the lands, making the wolves in those areas sick and killing others. Just for someone’s pride and discontent.”
Emese sensed the spirits discontent at man’s desire to conquer and claim what was not his. “So many humans died during the many wars. Scarcity of food became such a problem that the wolves were forced into hiding to avoid being hunted to remove the competition for what food there was.”
Even as the words came from her mouth, Emese knew that the silver furred pup would take in all the information, would see tears slide down her face.
“While the humans and wolves divided so did those among the wolves. Their magic began to disappear, their lands were taken from them Wolves began migrating and learning how to appear human, using the archaic magic bestowed upon them by their beloved Boldog Asszony.
Today, most humans still fear the mighty wolf, carnivore, hunter. None seem to understand the delicate society created by the wolves in response to the gifts they were given, the paradise they had been blessed with and lost. Many packs had been broken up and scattered throughout Europe and America. The Opeth pack, the pack truly blessed by Her gift had managed to remain on their original lands, but only contained a handful of members.”
Tears stung the backs of Emese’s eyes. With a curse, Emese broke free of the history lesson and dropped to the ground. Her body was tired from being used by the spirits. She felt like she’d been filled up by an awesome power that pressed against every bone, muscle and fiber of her being until it threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.
Kiba stood silent like a good pup. It was bad to mess with the pack witch after events like that when no power could be offered to replace what she had lost. She was certain he hadn’t learned to use his powers yet to heal. He was not a healer, only a temporary Alpha until one was born strong enough to lead the pack and not be affected by the Flower Maiden’s disease.
She cried for them that night. All of her babies, the ones she’d been entrusted to guide by the Fertility goddess, by her great grandmother. Wolves howled a lonely song in the distance, raising the hair on the back of her neck. The song wasn’t eerie so much as it was sad.
Hopefully the two born to her recently would survive with the help of the pack.
This post has been a long time coming but I’ve been busy as hell with all sorts of things, during which I’ve submitted stories, had acceptances and been stuck in edits HELL! Granted, it’s needed but man does it suck LOL!
What I’m posting is proposed so far.
As of now:
His Reign (Opeth Pack Book 1)- October 2013 from Secret Cravings Publishing
Paula’s Craving – before the end of 2013 from Decadent Publishing
Raining Kisses (Opeth Pack Book 2)- January 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing
Kisses Fall (Opeth Pack Book 3) – April 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing
Fall into Us (Opeth Pack book 4) – July 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing
Endangered (Nights of Lust book 1)- September 2014 from Red Sage Publishing
Untitled Opeth Pack book #5 – November 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing
Haunted (Opeth Pack book 6) February 2015 from Secret Cravings Publishing
Plus I think I’m about to submit something to Assent Publishing, see what’s goin on there. I think it’s good time to get busier, so you’ll be tuned in here to hit up the newest news, or catch me on Facebook at my fan page:
The last three Opeth Pack books have to be written still. I’m so screwed LOL!
I CAN reveal for those who have followed the series since it first got traction some time back is that Les is getting his book…and we’re actually going to lengthen and draw out the stories, dig deeper into the Prophecy and the relationships. Looking forward to sharing with you lovely readers!
Paranormal Romance menages (mostly) dealing with the Opeth Pack Prophecy. This six book series starts off with His Reign, a tribute to the anime that inspired it.
Can we avoid a fate set in motion since before birth or can we change our destiny?
The Opeth Pack suffers at the hands of Fate by being forced out of Paradise by the Gods. Many of the pack males leave in an attempt to avoid a fate they deem worse than death. Now a hero emerges who can bring the pack together and bring the wolves back into Paradise, only he’s unwilling.
Unity through love is the key to Paradise and only a select group of wolves and their mates can open the way for the other wolves on Earth.
Józsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack. Moving to Texas was a needed change in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want.
Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away. Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates. Ilona becomes his next target and Józsi must return to deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses a chance to scoff at Fate and finally be happy.
Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary and accept that he can create a new destiny or will the lives of many be ruined by the current pack alpha?
The first three books are already written and the release schedule is tentative but looks like this:
His Reign – Sept 2013Raining Kisses Jan – 2014
Kisses Fall – 2014
Fall Into Us – July 2014
As yet untitled 5th book – November 2014
Haunted – February 2015
I’m pretty excited but I have three books to write now LOL!
Until then, pick up the story that started it all! Wolf Magic!
From the author of the USA Today Recommended novel of lycanthropy and romance, Torn to Pieces, comes this enthralling novella of werewolf and witch. Marco and Selene.He is a sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms.
Something has to give – and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts.
Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them in this memorable paranormal romance. And don’t miss Torn to Pieces, Sascha Illyivch’s novel of two werewolves, and the woman they both love. Cover: Laura Givens.
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