#ch: selene

[xradiant]

She lets out something of a gasp when he tugs her towards him, her eyes going over the features of his face. Does she know what he wants? In another time she would have been completely sure of what it is that he would want. But right now she's finding it hard to determine what it is there in his eyes. He doesn't agree with anything that she's done and she finds herself gritting her teeth against the thought. She wanted to see through him, have her fingers in him. "Do I?" She asked, her brows lifting as though challenging him to tell her something contrary to what she's doing. After all it seems that he has gotten it in his head to challenge everything that she's cemented into place. This was her operation and she wasn't going to budge on the way that she ran it. "I missed that memo then, Matrim." Defiance, maybe he liked the way that it looked on her. "Why not tell me what's on your mind?"

@luckhissoul xxx

[gvzel]

PELIN ULUKSAR  | 1.30  －  Ben Bu Cihana Sığmazam

[gossipwitchcinematicuniverse]

Selene: Antonio's still in his dark place and he's still not talking. So I turned off my cell in case he wanted to say something, which he didn't. I hate men. They're stupid. Svea: Arthur asked me to have a baby with him this morning. Selene: Really stupid.

[brainrottingg]

Dia: I prevented a murder today.

Avas: Really? How’d you do that?

Dia: self control.

[baodurs]

there is a schism within my ocs like something about my interests + critical thought + approach to making characters shifted circa 2018. so the ocs i’ve made after that point are much more clearly and strongly characterized while the old ones feel so much thinner and i’m constantly remaking them but never really satisfied

[whispercddesires]

[whispercdmusings]

Selene Lucille Moore

Nickname(s): n/a

General information: 5 ft 2 in. Hazel eyes. Brown hair.

Date and Place of Birth: 14th of March in Memphis, Tennessee.

Family: Zachariah and Kristy Moore - one younger sister (Tessa Moore).

Selene's apartment below the cut

[deathrazed]

tags pt. 12 - selene jamison

[ataraxiasflame]

In doing some research for my fic, I encountered a few names from different SJM books that seem to be derived from similar origins and I went on a bit of a trip trying to consider all the connections:

When researching some information regarding the inspiration for Helion (the God Helios) I discovered that Helios’s mother is called Theia and his sister is called Selene. Theia, Helios and Selene are all connected through solar elements like light, the sun and the moon.

If we recall from HOFAS, Silene was Theia’s second daughter who Azriel also claims looked like Rhys’s sister. We also know that she too was able to wield her mother’s Starborn powers (which is essentially starlight).

Helion’s power is also light and also has several similarities to Helios:

And I always question the potential foreshadowing of the scene below.

- ACOSF ch 41.

If I had to guess, perhaps Silene or a descendant of hers was married off to a member of the Night Court, which is why Rhys’s sister looks like her. But my real interest is the connection that Helion (and Lucien) has to the Trove, and their potential challenge to the theory that Rhys has a claim to the throne as a descendant of Fionn/Theia. The similarities in name could have been mere coincidence but the effect the trove had on Helion creates that potential connection to Theia and Fionn (I’m not saying he is Silene’s brother but they could be the ancestors to whom he is referring in ACOSF)

Then perhaps this chapter in ACOSF (ch 42) in which Amren urges Rhys to conquer Prythian claim the throne and he declines several times, only to have her respond with this line:

…might suggest that there are others who have equal claim to the throne.

Personally, I hate the potential High King plot line, especially if Rhys and Feyre will claim the throne (I could write an essay on why this would make no sense from a narrative perspective). There are so many references in HOFAS that highlight why Prythian failed under the ruling of one sovereign and we as readers experienced the reign of a sole ruler in book one. It just makes no sense for Prythian to return to a proven failed form of sovereignty, especially with Rhys and Feyre in those positions of power, when they only recently broke free from Amarantha’s reign.

However, should the High King and Queen narrative be necessary to the plot line, I would far prefer Helion/Lucien be the potential challenge to the throne over Rhys. The end of HOFAS even opens questions regarding Nesta’s future in a position of power in Prythian.

High King plot aside; these potential clues do make me even more interested to see how Lucien’s past will affect the rest of his story and the over arching plot of the series, how his power could be even stronger than we expected, how they could come into play with the Koschei plot line and whether he will play a larger role in the political future of Prythian as well.

But most interestingly is that Theia (the mother of Helios and Selene) was the Goddess of Sight and Vision, possessing prophetic powers, and it seems fitting that Helion’s own son is mated to a cauldron-blessed Seer. Mates fated to be together who are true equals in every way.

[xradiant]

"It's going to take a lot of thinking, right?" - @xhideyourfires

[missacidburn928]

It's Tasty Tuesday! Who Wants a Sample...

A weekly sample of what I have to offer. Be it a WIP or a completed fic, I'm here to give you a taste.

Well enough to wet your appetite at least...

Hors d'oeuvres for the week of August 26th 😈

Moonlight & Fang Ch. 5 (The Rogue): Alpha!Ari Levison x x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Strings Attached: Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Bittersweet (Part I): POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

LUNATIC III: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

Ari

She wants to play with fire and tempt my wolf. Well, I’ll gladly watch her burn.

With a growl, I reach forward. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her forward into a bruising kiss. She tastes of wild magic and sin. Breaking the kiss, I leave her breathless. Hand placed on her heaving chest as she tries to regulate her intake of air.

“Dress. Gone. Now. Before I cut it to shreds.”

She pulls her dagger back out, turning it over with a flick of her wrist and cuts it off herself. Nicking her chest in the process. “It’s just fabric. Need further assistance with yours.” She innocently asks. Doe-eyed and sweet.

“Oh you’re dangerous, little one.”

“What better to challenge you with.” She giggles.

I kiss her once more as I unlace my pants and release my aching member into the chill night air. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up onto my naked chest. Walking forward, I allow my wolf to navigate us to the nearest tree and I slam her up against it. Affording me a nip to the lip in retaliation.

Her slick if making a mess of the thick hair trailing down my abdomen. She’s ripe and ready for me. So I notch my swollen head between her leaking folds and thrust inside her.

Only giving her a moment to adjust to the size of me splitting her open, I start a punishing pace. Slamming into her hard and deep. Hitting all of the sweet spots and grinding my pelvis down against her little bundle of nerves. As her back scratches against the bark, leaving its own mark behind. Our chests, still slick with blood, slide against one another as the very essence of our beings co mingle together.

I can feel her orgasm coming on quickly and with one more deep thrust, I watch her soar over the edge. Screaming my name to Gods, as she promised. 

This is not how I wish to claim her. No, I have something special in mind for that.

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“You’re a needy little one tonight.” He grits out. “Remember to stay quiet Peach. Wouldn't want to alert the neighbors now, would we?”

I have no chance of responding as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Gripping my waist tight, he sets a hardy pace. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as his weight pushes me down against the leather and metal beneath me.

He slaps my ass, making me cry out, before clamping my mouth shut once more. “If your pussy keeps squeezing me like that Peach, this is going to be over sooner than I would like.”

So of course I purposely do exactly that. I clamp my walls around this girth and circle my hips as best I can in my current position. Rubbing my clit along the leather seat. I can feel a tingle begin to move up from my toes into my core. I’m right on the precipice of ecstasy and I want to take Sy along with me.

“So close.” I whisper out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can fill you up. Wanna watch my cum drip out of you onto my seat.”

He picks up the pace and suddenly I feel like I’m flying. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I forget all about staying quiet as I come around his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good when you come on my dick baby.”

I lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Sy fucks me through my orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through my body, he thrusts in as deep as he can go. With his tip notched at my cervix, he growls and groans as he unloads inside of me. Hips twitching until the last drop is spent.

He slowly pulls out of me. Reaching forward, he spreads my cheeks. Admiring his seed leaking from my abused hole. “One of these days I’m going to have to film this. My mind never does it justice. And you really need to see just how damn sexy you look all swollen and dripping of me.”

“Why not just do it now? I won’t be moving without help thanks to that orgasm. Enjoy the fruits of your labor Beasty.”

I observe him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Taking his sweet time, he snaps pictures and even takes video from practically every angle.

Next thing I know his screen is before me with a video playing. My pussy, front and center, spasms. An aftershock most likely, and a fresh trickle of cream trails down my lips. I’m a mess, but I have to admit, he’s right. I do look sexy with his claim painted on me.

“Fucking perfection.” He whispers in my ear. “Now let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby. I’m going to push my cum back where it belongs and pull your pants back up. Then I’m carrying you to bed.”

“Such a chivalrous beast.” I giggle.

“Only for you, Peach. What can I say. I’m attached. Strings and all.”

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Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

 Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

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Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand.

The smile that graced my face this morning when I received the text from Walt letting me know he closed the case and to come over for our usual post case dinner and decompression; was megawatt status. This case really took over his life. Even more so than usual. I barely heard a word from him for two weeks.

Receiving that text, knowing he was okay and that I would be seeing him, was a breath of fresh air.

I arrived to his house and let myself in.

It was eerily silent. I thought that maybe I beat Walt home. That is until I stumbled upon his sulking frame on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cabinets. A highball of whiskey clutched tight in his fingers.

“Walt, is everything okay?” I lower myself to the ground to get closer to him. Uncaring of the dress that took me hours to decide on.

“She didn’t survive.” He mumbles out.

“Who?”

“The wife.” He deadpans. “It was a home invasion. They did horrible things to this woman in front of her husband who fought back with everything he had. They both ended up in the hospital. Beds next to each other. Something went wrong. A bleed they didn’t catch, and she lost her life. He had to watch her die and could do nothing about it.”

“Oh, puppy. I’m so sorry. That poor man. Did you get the assholes responsible?”

“Yeah. Young idiots trying to make a name for themselves.”

“Good. Now justice can be served. So what has you so upset?”

He takes a sip of his whiskey. “The husband looked so hollow when I came to tell him we caught the ones responsible for his wife’s death. I’ve seen some horrible things but nothing that will haunt me as much as that look on his face did. It reminded me of what I have to lose. I don’t know why you even put up with me and all the shit I put you through, but I can’t lose you baby. I can’t.” He confesses with tears in his eyes.

On instinct I climb into his lap and begin kissing them away until I land on his downturned lips. Where I place the softest of kisses. Barely a graze.

He sets his whiskey down and places his hand loosely around my throat as he pulls me in for a deeper one.

It quickly turns desperate. His jeans are quickly unzipped, and my underwear are pushed to the side. Simultaneous groans ricochet off the walls as our pelvis’ connect and we being to grind in tortuous pleasure. Succumbing to the need to reenforce our bond to each other.

It’s both loving and painful. Raw and unfiltered. An emotional mess of our demons dancing together before we chase them away to their dark depths once more.

“I love you.” I pant out. “Demons and all.”

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“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.” 

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds. 

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.” 

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?” 

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

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[sireditsalot4]

A cry for help CH 4

“We’re going to moon bathe? That’s new,” you try not to laugh. The look Hilda gives you makes you stop.“What does this require?”

“Nothing. Just you.” Prudence responds. Slipping her fingers underneath the material on her shoulder she slips the material down and does the same thing to her other shoulder and lets her dress drop and pool around her feet, leaving her in a black two piece lace lingerie. Your mouth drops open in shock. “Are you serious? No-” “Come on, please. It’ll be fun!” Sabrina begs. Looking around, you watch the school, Sabrina Ambrose, Prudence’s sisters and Zelda disrobe and soon you’re the only person left still clothed. You look over at Zelda who is now in a white cami lace dress with stitched in sun flowers at the bottom hem that leaves your mouth even more widely open. Luckily no one saw you.

Zelda glances around to see everyone has unrobed except you and sighs. “Alright. Everyone outside. Come on we have blankets and rugs outside ready for you to lay on.” All the students start to head for the door. Looking around you look down at your shirt and smack your lips before peeling it over your head. “That’s the spirit, love. You look lovely,” Hilda encourages. Kicking off your pants you're now left in a black and red striped low cut underwear and matching bra. Looking up you see Zelda quickly glance down your form before going back to the task at hand. A blush spreads across your cheeks. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

Following everyone outside, you walk to a group of five rugs in a circle. Taking yours, Zelda takes the one on your right, Sabrina takes the one on your left leaving Hilda and Ambrose to the rest. “Now we hold hands, and pray to the moon, for he gives us the strength we’ll possess tonight.” Zelda takes your hand and you freeze. Closing her eyes, Zelda starts to pray, “We pray tonight to the moon who gives us light, that shines our path home every night,” looking up, you take this time to admire her features, her ginger hair curls laying perfectly on her shoulders and down her back, her makeup being on point as usual. After that evening with her in the living room you spent all day wondering how you were going to get back that moment. Maybe this’ll be the moment.

Zelda finishes her prayer. “Praise Selene.” A glow starts to radiate from you and you look around to see everyone else glowing.

“I feel tingly,” Sabrina squirms. You watch and you also feel tingly-

Feeling Zelda shiver, you look over and see her shivering.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Moonlight & Fang Ch. 2

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Jax

The forest before me seems ever endless, and verdant. Its canopy, an amalgamation of Hemlock, Redwood, and Spruce. The twinkling lights that burst through their crowns allowed for disorderly herbs to grow in the soil below. Quiet vines embraced many trees, and a potpourri of flowers, which were seen occasionally, enhanced the otherwise unchanging backdrop.

A mishmash of beastly noises, most belonging to small creatures, reverberated through the air, and were out of sync with the sound of the wind blowing gently through the trees. There was an otherness to these woods. More so than the tales and legends whispered through the village.

Tales of a Hag granting your heart's desires for a price. That price being a curse placed on your eternal soul. Some curses even passed down through the generations, wreaking havoc to entire bloodlines. 

It is also said that a wolf prowls these woods. Guarding its secrets and devouring any man who so dares to trespass upon it. Their bodies have been either reclaimed by the woods or found in pieces skirting the village's walls. 

So why am I so drawn to them? Why do I catch whiffs of an intoxicating scent like I’ve never smelt before on the wind, beckoning me to venture forth and find its source.

For months I have been tormented by the faint smell of lavender, tuberose and honey. I could ignore the pull no longer. I needed to know who this delicious scent belonged to. Myths be damned. If I am to die in these cursed woods, then so be it. For I know somehow, some way, my destiny lies waiting beneath its dark canopy.

Allowing my senses to take the lead, I wandered. The mouthwatering scent growing stronger with each step I took until I came upon what looks to be a clearing in the trees ahead. Bright sunlight calling to me like a beacon. 

As I step out of the shade, my eyes lock onto a set of amber orbs that are already set on mine. I allow my eyes to feast upon the beauty that is before me. Never have I seen a woman as beautiful as the one that stands mere feet away. 

She is otherworldly, to say the least. Shorter in stature than the maidens I’ve grown accustomed to in the village. With curves, covered in a blood red fabric, that have me thinking the most sinful of thoughts. Her skin looks as if it is forever sunkissed. Her hair is full of wild curls in shades of auburn and black.

I am so stricken by her beauty that I almost miss her speaking to me.

“...brings you to my humble manor, deep in the woods?”

Selene

The man attached to the cornflower blue eyes is a feast for the senses. Not only does he smell divine, but his physique has me subtly squeezing my thighs together. From his sandy blonde hair, shorn at the sides, and short beard. To his strong shoulders and clearly muscular body hidden beneath loose fitting clothes. My wolf and I are both in agreement that we want to know more. Mayhaps the fates have finally brought us someone worthy of more than just a filling meal.

“What, good Sir, brings you to my humble manor, deep in the woods?”

My words seem to have shaken him from whatever trance he was under. He clears his throat and shakes his head before speaking.

“I’m not quite sure you’d believe me if I told you the truth.”

“Try me. You may find that I am quite amiable.”

“Alright.” He clears his throat once more. “I have been haunted by a scent on the wind coming from these woods for months now. I could no longer resist the pull to find where or to whom that scent would take me. So I followed my nose and I wound up here.”

I search his face for any signs that he may be deceiving me and find nothing. “Well, that tells me that this is where you are meant to be. The fates have chosen to test you this day. Are you up for the challenge?” I say. A saccharine sweet smile upon my face.

“I have full faith that the gods are in my favor today. What challenge do you purpose, fair maiden of the woods?” He gives a charming smile back. Confident in his chances.

“If your instincts lead you here. Then a game of chase seems fitting to prove your intentions and heart are pure. I will have until the count of 100 to hide myself in the woods. If you so find me and are able to catch me before the moon rises in the sky I will know that your words are true. But if you so fail, you will become the hunted, and your life forfeit.” 

To demonstrate the severity upon the penalty of failure, I smile wide, running my tongue along my sharp fangs and partially shift my hands into claws, as I give a little wave.

Undeterred by the emergence of my wolf, he gives me a dazzling smile. Showing off his very own set of impressive fangs with a wink. Clearly there is more to this man than meets the eye. 

Intriguing.  

“I accept your challenge. When do we begin?”

“Now. Close your eyes and count to 100. Then come find me.” I wait for his eyes to close and the counting to begin. I circle around him twice before setting off into the woods at a leisurely pace. I could navigate these trees with my eyes closed and I easily form several trails for him to follow. Only one will truly lead to me.

Jax

She thinks that by making me count aloud that I wouldn't be able to hear her gentle footsteps or zero in on her tantalizing scent. She is mistaken and I am more than happy to exercise my tracking capabilities.

Before I open my eyes, I tune in to the sounds of the forest around me. Listening in for the gentle thumping of a heart much larger than any small creature that calls these woods home. Next I take a sniff of the air, noting three separate trails that I can follow. 

Clever minx, trying to knock me off my track from the start. We can’t have that now can we.

Locating the tracks, I quickly deduce that they are decoys. Far too much weight was intentionally placed to throw off a would be tracker. A mere human would fall victim to such trickery. Good thing I am no mere mortal.

I allow my wolf to take over my senses. Acting on instinct to locate my mouth watering prey. I take my time pinpointing her exact location as to give her the illusion she stands a chance at besting me.

As I draw closer to the tree she is perched behind, she spins on her heels. Standing she quickly tackles me to the ground and takes off on a path that I can only assume leads back to the manor. 

She’s feisty. We love that. What wolf doesn't love a bit of chase. 

Watching her form retreat as she laughs into the wind only challenges my inner wolf all the more. Without second thought we give chase, and before I know it, I’m taking her down as we break through the treeline onto the manors lawn. 

I pin her to the ground with ease. A cheeky grin upon my face, my breath heaving in my chest as I admire my well won prize. 

I can’t help but to lean down and scent her, right at the source. A purr escapes my chest as my wolf becomes content that she is the one that has unknowingly been calling to him all this time.

“I knew my destiny would be found today. What is your name, sweet Omega?”

She pauses a moment before answering me. Taking in all of me as I am her. “Selene.”

“Like the goddess. Fitting.” I jest. 

“You have no idea.” She laughs. “And by what moniker do you use other than Alpha?”

“Jax. I may be an Alpha, but to the village I am nothing more than the orphaned stableboy.”

“So you have no knowledge of your parentage?”

“None.”

“Lucky you. Do they know a wolf lurks within their walls?”

“Not that I’m aware of. I’ve kept that part of myself a secret. Learned to control the shift. Best way to keep my head on my shoulders.”

“Hmm. Well, you’ve caught me. What is it you wish to claim in victory.”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes. I know you feel the pull too. It’s like we’re fated. Your blood calls to my blood like your scent compliments mine. The fact that you haven't shifted and torn me to shreds yet tells me I have a chance. So what say you, little red? Would you like to try me on for size?”

“My, oh my, what charm you have. Be warned. My bite is far worse than my bark.” The next thing I know she is pulling me down and kissing me with a ferocity I am compelled to match. 

She nips at my lip with her fangs. Licking the blood that spills. “Mmm you taste as decadent as you smell. You may be of use to me yet.”

Selene

Before he can think of a response, I use my thighs to roll us over. Sitting precariously upon his hips, I run my hands along his torso. Feeling the bumps and grooves of defined muscle underneath. My wolf is not happy with the barrier that separates his skin from mine. Ripping his shirt open rectifies that situation and I can feel her preening beneath my skin. 

I take a moment to admire the expanse of pale, chiseled and scarred skin before me. That is all he needs to render my beautiful red dress the same fate as his shirt. The ease in which my bodice falls apart in his hands, has me gasping out a laugh. 

He tightens those amazing abs of his, rising into a seated position and teases my exposed breasts with his tongue as he removes the gown completely from my body. He runs his rough, callused fingers along my smooth skin as if he's transfixed by how the setting sun reflects off of it. 

Lifting me off of his lap, he lays me down beside him on the grass. Rising to his knees, he maintains eye contact with me as he unlaces his trousers. I break eye contact, as he begins to pull them down over his thick thighs, revealing his impressive cock. I can’t help but to spread my own thighs and run a finger along my folds, collecting my slick as I watch a drop of precum slide down along his length. 

He groans, fisting his girth as his eyes track each stroke of my fingers as they dance a most familiar cadence against my clit. “I have something far better than those tiny little fingers to bring you the pleasure you seek. I’d ask you to present for me, but I’m smarter than that.”

A tiny moan escapes as I tease my sweet spot. “I submit for no man. Or, wolf.  Actually, no man has ever earned my submission. But you’re welcome to try. You did catch me after all.”

A growl is all the warning I get before he lunges forward, burying his face between my legs and licking me from entrance to clit, gorging himself on my sweet ambrosia. His wolf is clearly at the helm as he pulls my thighs over his shoulders and lifts me off the ground. Practically bending me in half to feast upon the best thing he has ever consumed in his life. 

It doesn't take long before he has me coming on just his tongue. But that is not enough for him, oh no. Driven purely by instinct, he slides his thick fingers inside me, tongue still circling my clit and makes me come undone two more times. 

Satisfied with himself he places my lower half back down onto the grass. Allowing me to catch my breath. Lust blown eyes zeroed in on me as he licks his lips and fingers clean of my essence. This has my wolf preening like I’ve never felt her do before. It seems she finds Jax to be a worthy mate. And I have to agree.

To his surprise, based on the widening of his eyes, I roll over onto my stomach. Raising my hips, I keep my chest pressed to the ground, turn my head to the side, arch my back and present my weeping slit to him. Giving him what no other beast or man has earned. My submission. 

He purrs, inching closer on his knees to run his hands along my hips. He exhibits a modicum of control as he teases my glistening folds with the head of his cock. Doesn't he understand how badly both my wolf and I want him. 

He’s taking his sweet time and all I want is to feel him stretch me open. It’s too much and I begin to beg. “Please. I need you inside me, Alpha. Please.” 

It’s like a switch goes off in his head, as my whimpering hits his ears. He enters me in one strong thrust and sets a pace to rearrange my insides. It’s pure fucking bliss! It’s rough and feral. Leaving a lasting imprint on my body and soul.

I let out a whine as he pulls all the way out. Sitting back on his haunches, he lifts me up, spins me around to face him and impales me back on his cock. I stare at him with glazed over eyes. Head fuzzy and body feeling floaty. 

“Ride me, Omega. Ride me until my knot pops deep inside you. I want to watch you come undone as I fill you up.”

With the aid of his hands on my hips I begin to ride him. Finding a rhythm that has us both vocalizing how good it feels to be joined together in this way. He hand wraps around my throat, applying pressure that makes my pussy clench around his girth. My nails scratch down his back, leaving behind red tracks in their wake. I let my walls down and give myself completely over to the power that is emanating between us. 

I can feel the subtle thickening at the base of his cock. The tale tale sign of his knot about to pop. I lean back, maintaining eye contact as I give him a devilish smile. With a speed he was unprepared for I bite down on the spot between his neck and shoulder, claiming him as his knot pops. Which sets off my own orgasm. Both us succumbing to the pleasure coursing through our veins. 

Without thought, his wolf taking over once me, he returns the claim. Biting my neck in the same location, securing our bond as the moon rises high in the sky.

We dislodge our fangs and lick each other's claims clean of any blood. I take the time to run my fingers along his face. Examining the rugged beauty I find there and committing it to memory, in the event that he too is stolen from me, as were all the important beings in my life.

He runs his nose along mine. Nuzzling into my cheek as his fingers dance along my spine. Whispering against my skin. “You made me yours.”

“That I did.” I lift his face between my hands and look into his stunning cornflower blue eyes. “And you completed the bond by making me yours. Do you regret it?”

“No.” He succinctly states. “Outside of my wolf, all I’ve ever truly known is loneliness. I had to keep him hidden. Could never truly be with anyone while I kept this darkness inside.”

“I understand that darkness well. I couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to have to suppress it. My beast and I are two sides of the same coin. We can’t exist without the other. I am just as bloodthirsty as she. And she is as protective as me.”

“That is why I believe the fates brought me here today. To finally find my balance.” He kisses my lips. “And my mate.”

He lays us down in the soft grass. Still joined together by our mating. Kissing and cuddling as we drift off to sleep under the silver light of the moon.

“Our sweet little red has found herself a worthy mate.” Hecate croons.

“1 of 5 as the stars have divined.” Persephone sings.

“It’s all finally coming together.” Selene beams. 

“1 of 5?” I ask. Unclear of what exactly is going on and why I am being visited in my dreams this night.

“You heard correctly my dear.” The Mother, my namesake, informs me. “The stars have created 5 true mates for you. 5 souls that are destined to cross your path.”

The Maiden in her excitement takes over. “Upon claiming your 5th mate, balance will be restored to the land surrounding the manor and the curses placed upon the village by your mother shall forever be broken.”

“The villagers will no longer wonder about the deep dark woods and you can live in peace. Bringing into the world a new breed of supernatural's that will change the world for the better.” The Crone declares.

“That is quite an undertaking for one wolf. How will I know who is fated for me?” I question. 

“Follow your instincts. Just as you have tonight. Your wolf will never steer you wrong. They will prove themselves worthy without question.” They impart, completing each other's sentences.

“Now return to the land of the living my child. Your mate will be rousing soon.” 

With Selene’s parting words and soft kiss to my forehead, I am awakened to the feel of hard flesh rutting against my thigh and the vibrations of a purr tickling my ears.

“Having good dreams, are we?” I ask husk out. Voice rough from our screams of passion and a deep sleep.

“The best.” He squeezes me closer to his chest. “I found this wicked little she wolf, who did despicable things to my body.”

“Sounds delightful. Don’t let me interrupt.” I tease. Moving to roll off of his chest.

He growls, pulling me closer. He grips my thigh, raising it high on his torso and slams inside me. “You’re not going anywhere, Omega.”

[whispercddesires]

[spagyricqueen]

Chapter Update!

I appreciate everyone who tells me to take my time with this. A month of waiting for a chapter update, though, is quite unusual for me. School started on the 19th of August and it has me in a chokehold (with more math! Gah!). And we're getting into the beginnings of a new, juicy plot.

It's a lot. But we're nearing the third act in this saga. Behold, a transition chapter, with our (nearly) full team of companions (and a couple new additions).

Ch. 60 - Team Spirit

Stopping by an open window, Astarion turned his head as a light breeze passed through the gardens just outside. The gentle—and thankfully subdued—bleating of the goats brought about a small smile, melding with the light conversations happening just behind him. Wyll, in the kitchen, gathered rations and vittles for the journey. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the unmistakable sound of Gale’s unique mumblings, faintly carried by the wind. “Ah,” he said, turning to address the room, “it seems our wizard has lost his way.” Karlach, still swaying with Selene, laughed absently. “Wyll, you should probably fetch him,” she called out, her voice echoing through the open door. “What’s the hurry?” Astarion quipped, nonchalant. “Let him enjoy the scenic route for a while longer.” Tavriel rolled her eyes with a fond smile. “Oh, Astarion,” she sighed. “Honestly, must you be so blasé about our lost friend.” She exchanged a look with Wyll as he headed out to fetch the wandering mage. Astarion grinned, leaning casually against the windowsill, nonchalantly tracing the filigree of his staff’s silver pommel. “Oh, but Gale is so smart,” he drawled playfully. “I’m sure he’ll find his way…eventually.” 

[space-dutchess]

Selene continues to be best wife!! im getting so close to the end of her run of Infinite Shimmer and i've loved every step of the way... can't wait to see how it ends!

spoilers for ch 3 under the cut ❤️❤️❤️

whether this is intended to read as romantic or platonic, what an excellent relationship