Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Bronx's POV

I never imagined how perfect my first time would be. I feel pure contentment as I lay next to Kas, but I also felt lust for more at the same time. 2

Kas has an arm and a leg draped over me. I use my fingertips to gently caress her arm as we admire each other. Her beautiful violet eyes look tired, which is expected. A first shift takes a lot out of you. There was still a glint of mischief in there too. I take her hand and kiss it.

"You're amazing," I smile at her as I tuck some sparkly stray hairs behind her ear.

"You called me your little goddess," she smiles sleepily.

“Well, you're mine and you are a goddess, aren't you?”

“Yeah, I suppose that's true," she muses, looking into the distance.

“And compared to just about the rest of the world, except maybe fairies and tree sprites, you are little," I tease, "That makes you my little goddess.”

"Hey! I've grown half an inch since I've been here," she giggles at me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer so I can pepper little kisses on her face and neck, making her giggle more. It really is my favorite sound.

“So, Kas, I'm kinda curious...uh, in the shower, how - uh, when - um, oh, I'm fucking this up...I'm just wondering how you knew how to, um well you were there, you know," I stumble over my words feeling like a moron.

“Oh haha, that! Well, sex and fertility are actually a big thing with witches since they don't have fated mates like we do. Male and female witches want to make sure their chosen mates are satisfied in all aspects of their relationships so they won't want to leave. They talk pretty openly about it and share advice with each other. I've learned a lot of ways we can satisfy each other...in the bedroom...in the shower...and lots of other places too. Not to mention, I'm sharing a body with a four-thousand-year-old wolf. She knows a thing or two. Want me to show you more about what I've learned?" she giggles.

I can't stop the smile plastered to my

pulls herself closer to

I mean, you look a bit

Bronx. I have

the rest of the whole damn weekend. It may sound cliche, but it isn't just sex. We are learning how to feed off of each other's physical wants and needs and emotions. By the end of the weekend, I feel more connected to her than ever. And honestly, if that's what she learned in the first couple of months, I am looking forward to what she would know by the time she leaves the coven house. ' Sunday morning

my next visit. I drag my feet packing my bag. I'm dreading leaving Kas again but it's different than last time. I know now, she is being well taken care of and she is as happy as she can be in the circumstances. When I finally can't prolong it anymore,

more minute," Kas pleads. Lady Camille nods and

we experienced this weekend, please, don't deny James and Delilah from being able to share this kind of love. Whatever you and Lady Camille decide is best for our pack and their coven, please don't make them have to give each other up. They are so

is how I know she's going to be a great Luna. She could be thinking

to be with their fated mate. “Lady Camille, can we make time to speak about this matter the next time I visit?" I ask respectfully, "I want to go back to my pack and discuss this with my Beta and Gamma to try

one last time before picking up my bag and taking Lady Camille's hand. Instantly, she and I are outside the gate by

able to make a connection with your mate

an understatement, Lady Camille," I confess as I rub the back of my

her abilities," she turns back to the gate to leave but stops, "Oh, and Alpha Bronx, that aura that

having the head of

still the same day as when I had arrived, it is just late in the evening. My flight was not for another two days. I have a cigarette then make a climb in the Maserati to take a detour

am 1 if I deny one of my pack members the opportunity to love someone unconditionally, the way Kas and I do? I need to speak to some of the

Milo's POV

covering Bronx's duties was exhausting. I don't know how he juggles all of it. I just have to hold out until Sunday night. I'm sitting at his desk, feeling overwhelmed, sorting through requisitions that need to be

legs seem like they went on forever, they get me every time. Not to mention those green eyes with her black hair. Oh my Goddess. I'm the

“Hi Sugar, what's up?”