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When Lila first met Ubbe, she’d been far from confident, heavily uncertain as to why he and his brothers might want her. Though the pack treated her fine, they viewed her as broken, damaged, making no real efforts to hide that thought. With Ubbe, Bjorn, and Ivar, though, she didn’t feel like that, didn’t feel they saw her that way. It meant more to her than even she’d realized allowing her to relax more and more with them, to grow in herself, into some semblance of confidence. It’d take more time, but she’d already come a long way thanks to the three alphas, and truly, all she wanted was to be theirs, officially. 

Waiting was difficult, far moreso than she anticipated or expected. Some nights, it made her a little crazy, desperate for their touches, their kisses, yet they could only take things so far before having to stop. Her heat couldn’t come quickly enough, the brunette trying to focus on any little signs of it. It’d still sort of surprised her, at least in the sense that it didn’t feel like it had before. All she could think is that Ubbe, Bjorn, and Ivar were the cause of it. It wasn’t negative in any way, simply more intense to her, making her feel needy, clingy, aching for contact and affection. It had her grateful when Ubbe accepted her onto his lap, holding her close. The sweet little pet name had a smile draw to her lips. If anyone outside of the three alphas called her that, she’d likely hate it, but, with him, it made her feel secure, adored, warm, even. Lifting her head, she nuzzled at his neck again, whining softly, squirming on his lap subtly.  Picking her head up at the question, she gave a nod, “Yes, Sir, I’ve been ready. I’m sure of what I want - and I can’t wait to be your omega - all of you.” As closed off as the female could be, it just wasn’t that way with any of them. Lila knew she could be open and honest, finding no need to hide behind her internal walls around them. It was hard to explain, but she felt safe with them from the beginning. “Are you all still sure you want me?” she asked.

Ubbe chuckled at the gentle question. He nodded and replied with quick and efficient signs, Always. You are our heart. With a soft kiss to her shoulder, he nudged her gently, just a tip of his head against her silken skin. In the distance he could hear the rumble of Ivar’s truck. His brothers were coming. It was about to begin. 

Nest is ready? he asked quietly, quick signs to relay information. He wasn’t as good as Ivar but he was fairly proficient. The kitchen door was opening and he could hear the rumble of footsteps. I will go help them while you get ready.

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So hi ... this is one of a 100 attempts to actually post here. Unfortunately, this blog is broken. I can’t answer my IMs (I see you all, thank you all and love you for all your check in messages). I can’t access any of the pages unless they are public and can cut and paste from them.

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Ivy felt as though she was walking on clouds of purest bliss, panting slightly as she held onto Ivar as though her life depended on it. There was a smile playing on her lips, cheeks rosy from the effort of her body’s very own reactions to such pleasure. Lorry didn’t even worry or wonder about it; in a town such as theirs it was quite a normal sight to behold. Her eyes wandered, glancing at Bjorn. “I’m glad to hear that. Would have been quite the disappointment if it was all for nothing, hm?” 

Once more her eyes went over to Ivy who was pressing herself against Ivar as though begging for more. “I guess they had their fun?” The young woman moved onto the back of the truck, climbing easily between Bjorn and Ubbe. “Glad I was invited, I’d have hated spending a whole day away from the water.” Lorry finally reached for the hands of the brothers; her very own version of a handshake.

“I make my own choices, much like Ivy and my older sister. No doubt she told you.” A shrug. “No one that came and asked ever seemed to click with me and I wasn’t going to just sit by and be unhappy.”

“They seem to be having a good time.” Bjorn agreed with a soft chuckle. He shook his head in amusement. His hand slipped to settle on her lower back as she slipped between him and Ubbe with ease. She had some of Ivy’s innate confidence and it was delightful to see. 

“She may have mentioned. I had to admit that I was surprised they were together but ... I’m starting to get it now.” His thumb brushed against her lower back as she spoke. “So what do you do to keep yourself busy since you don’t have to put up with us terrible men pawing at you all the time?”

Ivar pressed a kiss to Ivy’s lips as she came and then held her as her body cooled. “Shall we go for a swim my beauty?” he whispered to her. “Cool off your hot skin?”

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How does Bjorn & Ivar Celebrate the holidays?

Bjorn is my country boy with a mushy heart. He wants the country cabin, the roaring fire, and almost a ridiculous level of decorations. He thoroughly enjoys helping his woman put them up and will smile indulgently whenever she rearranges things just so for the millionth time. He likes late night walks, staying in bed too long in the morning, reading stories to her as she curls up next to him and large mugs of hot chocolate. He always gives his girl one gift on Christmas eve with the rest to come Christmas morning. 

Ivar on the other hand has as few decorations as he could get away with and if left alone, won’t bother decorating at all. He is a bit of a grinch and the forced good cheer of Christmas grates on his last fucking nerve. He’d probably soften if he were in a happy relationship or had children but even then, it would be as his lover wanted, not because he was super keen on the holiday. He is a surprisingly good gift giver because he is very observant and knows what the people in his life really would like. But if he could, he’d talk his lover into a sunny getaway where they could simply pretend it is any other day while they spend all day on the beach and all night in bed.

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A small part of her wished she’d let that boy take her behind the bleachers and rid her of the nuisance inside her… however she knew it was meant for them. For her brother’s to take from her… and Madeline squeezed her eyes shut as thick tears continued to soak her soft cheeks. She pleaded with them but it seemed they simply weren’t listening to her, how could they claim to love her and yet when she begged of them to wait.. they’d not listen? Madeline continued to struggle, trying to wiggle her tiny body free enough to run into her bedroom and climb under the covers. As if it had ever saved her before but she felt safe in those few moments before they dragged her out, punished her and reminded her that they were the only ones who could love her…even if she tried to fight that reality. 

“What about me?” Madeline would whisper softly, wet lashes looking up into Bjorn’s eyes as he spoke of her making their family happy… the naked brunette trembled as he entered his room and she let out a small sound as he sat her down onto the large bed. Sitting there, she pressed her thighs together, her body slump forward and her perky bust moving down slightly as she watched the two men. She wasn’t allowed to say no.. and now here they were wanting her to lie back and let them have at her like wild dogs having fresh meat for the first time. Madeline looked down at the bed and she tried to gather up the blankets as she moved, to try and conceal herself but also to be a little more comfortable. With her head back on the pillows, she weakly tried to lay her hands across her body, one small hand moving to cup her own sex, to try and protect herself for a few more lingering moments. 

Like her punishments before.. she knew once their father decided that was it, and yet she somehow hoped there would be some good in them to see she was not ready for this.. she was not ready to bear a child, she wasn’t finished with school yet. Madeline hated how her wet core felt against the soft fabric of Bjorn’s blankets… it calmed her in a sense… and she hoped they wouldn’t simply ravage her like beasts…would they? Looking over at her brothers, her bottom lip quivered again as she lay there naked as the day she was born. “Please..” Madeline begged softly as she lie there. “Please don’t hurt me brothers…I beg of you..” She sniffled as she looked up at the two of them, fingers trembling against her skin. “I…I want to be happy..” She murmured finally, meeting Bjorn’s eyes then Ivar’s. “I don’t want to feel afraid anymore..” She hiccuped delicately as she laid there… however she was thoroughly frightened at the idea of them being on top of her and forcing themselves inside her. “Love me… please don’t hurt me.” 

Bjorn chuckled affectionately as the petite girl buried herself under his blankets until she nearly disappeared. Ivar moved to stand next to him and his face warmed in an affectionate smile. “We’ll make you happy, Madeline ... you’ll see ... soon this will be your favourite game to play with us.” Ivar assured as he shrugged out of his t-shirt. His jeans followed but he kept on his briefs as he pushed aside the blankets and climbed under them, joining the tiny brunette.

Bjorn nodded in agreement with Ivar’s words. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. “We do love you Madeline. Very much. Do you love us?” He asked quietly as he leaned over her and brushed back soft strands of dark hair.  A kiss to her trembling lips followed and then another, slowly deepening, as Ivar inched under the covers toward their distressed step-sister. Silly little bean. 

Bjorn finally broke off the kisses to tap her nose with the edge of his thumb. “I want to kiss your breasts now. Push down the blankets low enough so that we can suck on them. You can do it, Madeline ... be a brave little girl now.” Ivar’s hand was on her belly now, small circles of coarse fingertips on her satin skin as he watched his step-sister’s face.

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Well my activity page is basically blank. So gonna take me a bit to track down things and figure out where I am at. Apologies for being such a lame ass writing partner in 2020. This year has been ... well you all know.

Don’t be surprised if random starters occur or pick-ups of plots with new threads. Cause I am lame like that.

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The city bloomed, growing by leaps and bounds over a few short decades. It was a major centre now. Buildings stacked on top of one another. Land became a premium. Only the very wealthy had so much as a patch of garden in the exterior of their residence. 

Developers turned their gaze again and again to the deep woods surrounding the western half of the city. They raged at the government officials who barred these corporations and individuals from so much as claiming a foot of the property. It was written into the Charter of the fine metropolis after all. These woods were to remain untouched. Signs were scattered around the perimeter, warning the foolish and the intrepid from crossing over, from entering the woods themselves. There was some small green space, a park at the very edge, but the woods themselves were forbidden.

Legends which held all but the most foolish at bay started to fade over time. But the disappearances were not so easily dismissed. Anyone foolish enough to go into the depths of the wood disappeared and were never seen again. Surely this was coincidence, the foolish unsure where to step in the rich, dark woods where light was often blocked by the trees overhead. They became turned around and lost. The foolish officials blocked everyone from going after the lost. Since they had no business being there in the first place, the City refused to waste resources chasing after idiots and fools. 

As the City continued to grow, more and more eyes turned to the vast tract of land. As each City councillor aged out of office, they were replaced by another who refused to bind themselves to the old agreements, the old treaties. They were ridiculous after all. Who bargained with creatures?

For that was the secret of the vast woods, they were inhabited. They were simply not inhabited by human beings. From minute fairies to the towering bears and all the creatures between. The land itself was guarded by the ancient dryads. The water sprites and kelpies roamed the land’s rivers and streams. It was not a question as to whether you would be lost to one of the creatures but rather which one. All the creatures could wear a human face and body long enough to deceive even the most guarded. However, each species had its fun little games. The Dryads would bury you beneath their trees and wouldn’t care to ensure you were no longer breathing as the land closed around you. The water sprites were likely to pull you into a watery grave. Worst of all, the wolves and the bears would keep you. Simply keep you, as a pet, as a mate, as property to be used and bred at their will. If they grew bored, well any meat would do in a pinch and human was a rather tasty treat. So very soft. 

The creatures wait. For there is a tipping point in the old contracts, written in blood and bound in magic. If enough of the foolish humans intrude on their rightful lands, they ceded their right to all of the City. A mountain on one side, an ocean on the other and the broad forest curving around the built up city. It would be so easy to close the mountain road, for the waves to rise and reclaim the piers and docks, for the creatures of old to take back what was rightfully theirs. 

Surely the humans would not be so foolish.

Surely not.

Surely.

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Elayne sighed but took the glass. She hadn’t been a big drinker before but with the way her life had recently been going, she found herself drinking more and more. She took a sip, wincing at the burn but held the glass close. It had all been to provoke him, since he brought her to this club but didn’t allow her to sit through the meetings. She knew his line of work, she didn’t understand why she was being forced out but also told that he wanted her to fall in love with him.

“…No. I’m fine.” She whispered, knowing that the gropes and touches she just endured wouldn’t leave any bruising. “…I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I just saw you watching me so…” She trailed off, knowing the reason she started flirting with a stranger was rather childish.

Ivar scoffed at her words. “You saw me watching .... and ... ?” He challenged quietly, advancing toward the girl, obliging her to step back just to avoid having her body press against him. “And ... you wanted me to be jealous? To know you are giving them what you will not allow me? Is that it?” He growled quietly. “Perhaps I should do the same. Make you watch as I touch another ... fuck another ... would you enjoy that, Elayne?” He asked, the question sincere and demanding all at once.

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“Can’t Get Enough” […Continued from HERE.]

Wyatt had felt the cut off. Knowing that he wasn’t good enough.  The sting was ever present.  

Sober up.  Eat the protein.  Lift the heavy objects.  Bulk up.  Clean up.  Do as your told.

It was his routine and he did it without complaint.  But everyday that it went on, the further away Ivar seemed to get.  The less interested.  The more the silent treatments and the lack of want became apparent.  Maybe Wyatt wasn’t what Ivar cared to endure. Hell, he’d probably deserved it.  No one would want a drugged out, disgusting, homeless, alcoholic in the shape he’d found him in.  Randall had been a rag of bones and a mess in a fucking garbage heap.  Mentally, physically, emotionally, even spiritually broken to where nothing was left.  Only the chore of existing to do what he was told.  Except now… now all he could do was fuckin’ think. 

Wyatt wasn’t even sure why Ivar kept insisting that the brunette make himself presentable.  Was this new companion just fucking with him?  Was this all some sort of sick game his “Master” was playing at?  Would this supposed savior of his just throw him out on the streets and never even want anything with him beyond fucking with his head, after all?  Maybe the good ole boy from Oregon was just setting himself up to be trampled over by yet another guy who’d had him believing he mattered.  What the fuck was the point?

With the frustrated ache of not-knowing pent up, Wyatt couldn’t take it anymore.  Practically pacing a ditch in the floorboards, he finally came over to address his keeper.  The clenched jaw, chin wavering, balled-fist-request was more of a demand while a damn tear escaped and rolled down his face.  He’d tried to hold it back.  Dammit, he didn’t want that shit to push through.  It sickened him to seem so pathetic.  To be so desperate that he must kowtow to another man like a fucking worthless thing, but he had no choice.  The blundering brunette was at his wit’s end.  

With his master’s order, he turned around and did as instructed, flattening his hands to the table and slowly leaning forward.  He closed his eyes for a moment, brows furrowed as he started to step his feet apart, shoulder width, and then turned to ask over his shoulder with a questioning gaze back, “Will you only think about fuckin’ me?  Is that all I’m good for?  To be a damn showpiece?  Do what you want, alright!?  I don’t care if it hurts.  Anything.  Just… do fuckin’ something, please… Master.”  The pain resonated as his chest tightened, hands gripping to the sides of the table as he wondered if Ivar would deny him, yet again.  Wy dropped his head, almost unable to bear the thought of it.  

Ivar was amused by what an emotional creature the boy was. The fussing was entertaining, like watching a puppy wrestle with a squeaky toy. “Such dramatics. You should be grateful I find you worthy of anything at all. Besides ... you are the one who said you had no value at all ... so I am taking what I find worthy of my attention.” Ivar’s response was almost off-hand. At least Wyatt’s ass was back to be something fuckable. Frankly all of him had been too lean, too skinny, until very recently. Even still, Ivar thought he could look better - healthier.

Tracing a hand down Wyatt’s back, Ivar admired the supple muscle and lean lines, old scars. Sports. Activities. His ex. A man Ivar had to admire and disdain all at once. Admire the damage he had wrought that the boy still felt utterly worthless, even now, while transferred to another’s care. Disdain for breaking something so perfectly and then tossing it away.

Ivar’s thumb pressed to that puckered entrance and teased it open slowly. “I will do what I wish, when I wish it. You have no will, remember. You gave it all to me. I will claim you when it suits me, but I suppose you have been a good boy of late. Perhaps I will fuck you, hmm? If you beg pretty enough.”

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Dammit she cursed under her breath, her heart pounding fast. She didn’t hear him behind her but she wasn’t foolish enough to think he wasn’t still hunting. Gasping out when his hand found her hair she struggled against him, the bark of the tree scratching at her back. Unable to move with his weight on her she tried to shove him back with her hands, but he was like a rock and it did nothing. Shivering at his warm breath near her ear she yelled out when his teeth found her shoulder, feeling the skin break she cursed out. She was claimed now, despite not liking it she knew the rules. Just claiming her as his was not enough, he had to mark her. The throbbing in her shoulder told her he had done just that. Resting her head against the tree she took a minute to compose herself before turning hard eyes to him. “I may be marked, and I may belong to you, but I will never fully be yours.” The words harsh but soft, her blue eyes never leaving his.

Her words cut into him, more deeply than he would ever admit. Especially given that she appeared to mean all that she said. He would be lying if some residual hope for something more wasn’t dashed in that instant. But he accepted her truth as he expected her to accept him, begrudging though it may be on both their ends. Tracing his free hand along the omega’s jaw, he nodded. “As you wish omega. As you wish.” His hand continued lower as the other released its hold on the silk of her hair. Fabric gave way under his insistent touches, slowly stripping the petite female until all of her was on display. She was interesting. Beautiful surely but with silver piercings marking her pale flesh. 

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Selene tries to keep up with the faster man; stiletto clad feet struggling to stay upright from the quick pace she’s forced to go. She has a glare on her face as she’s dragged way and brought to a random room with just him. “It’s irritating when someone doesn’t listen to what you say, isn’t it?” She retorts; still not hiding her disdain for the man that had taken her. “Am I supposed to feel bad about that? He was the one who put his hands on me. If you’re going to kill him, that’s your doing, not mine.” It takes her a moment to register that the door had been locked behind them and she finally looks around their surroundings. “What are we doing in here?” 

“What would have happened if I hadn’t been here to stop him? I have warned you that these are not people you can trifle with ... you are nothing to them and everything to me.” He snarled unhappily. Crossing the floor to a small table, he poured himself a small glass of Irish whiskey and tossed it back. Then he sighed and turned to look at her. The dress she was wearing was provocative. She looked beautiful, the fire in her eyes making her even more lovely. Did she not realize how much he loved her? Why was she being so stubborn? 

Approaching her slowly, he lifted a hand to caress her cheek. “I should check ... make sure he didn’t hurt you?” Ivar murmured as his fingertips traced along her jaw and down to her throat.

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     Perhaps she shouldn’t have stabbed the first… five men who tried to persuade her into the new rules of the world. Diana was simply thinking about herself and perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea considering she was now in chains being taken away to a place she didn’t know existed. Maybe no one knew it existed considering it was remote and looked to be some type of old-fashioned castle. Even though she was being taken there in the back of a Mercedes van, her hands bound behind her back. She’d thrashed, argued, screamed for the man with the hat and glasses to tell her where she was going, but that fighting spirit would soon die down and go away…after a little training. After the man pulled up and parked out front of a gated door, Diana was soon greeted with two large men dressed in all black, dark glasses, and muscles bigger than her head. They grabbed her and soon she was being hauled kicking and screaming into the correction facility. However this facility wasn’t like one she’d ever seen in TVs or Movie’s, oh no, this was going to be unlike anything she had ever seen before. She was taken down to the Basement, which apparently was level one. It was soundproof and the cells were spaced far enough away that if there were other women here, they weren’t heard. Why be given the luxury of hearing another woman breaking? Oh no.. this was not going to be luxurious, and for some? It may become home forever. 

Diana was brought down to cell 9 and for what was supposed to be a prison cell it was oddly cushioned. There was an X in the middle of the room and she saw cuffs attached to it, try and she might she was too small to fight off the body-builders who guided her to it. Her arms and legs were chained into place, her screams echoing off of the walls back to her as frustration rolled through her body. “Let me out of here!” She struggled against her restraints but they were solid metal, she wasn’t going anywhere. Looking around her she saw a table with a computer on it. She webcam light was on and she let out a frustrated sound. 

After being left down there alone for hours someone came in, this mans stature wasn’t as big as the others but he didn’t need to be, she was shackled and unable to leave. This man began cutting her clothes off and even though Diana screamed and struggled she was soon left shackled to the large restraint completely bare, red bush on display for everyone and anyone to see. Just as bright as her hair was, so was her fighting spirit, and she screamed, cursed, and spat as the pathetic man walked away with her ruined clothes. A short while later he came back in with 5 syringes and he placed them on the desk next to the computer, when Diana asked him what they were and there was no response… she began to wonder just how deep she’d gotten herself. 

Maybe it was days? After being humiliated in ways she didn’t want to think about between the feedings and being given water to drink, he walked in. He was different, how? He was shirtless and his pants hung too low on his large frame. Diana wasn’t any more beaten down in her spirit than she had been when she’d been brought to this facility, if anything she was holding onto her rage. Someone had been in previously to bathe her, preparing her for him…and now as she saw his face, the look in his eyes her own challenged him. “Who are you? What do you want? Why am I here?” She struggled against her bruised wrists and ankles. The sound of his steps were heavy as he walked over towards her, and all he said was for her to look him in the eye, being disobedient she refused. She stared at the floor as he ordered her once more and on the third time, he didn’t give her an opportunity to refused as his hand grabbed her jaw and forced her to look into his eyes. “Screw you.” She whispered through gritted teeth, but the door opened behind him.. and another man entered and Diana’s heart began to pound in her chest as she realized he was dressed the same. The man gripping her jaw informed her of one thing in response to her words: Soon. 

She was a delicate beauty. Funny how they were often the most spirited fighters. Bjorn had a theory that it was because they had been cosseted and adored all of their lives. When the law changed, they could no longer use their extraordinary beauty to manipulate those around them. Turned them into brats who denied the role designated for them. 

Ivar watched as she struggled against her restraints. Her skin would be deeply bruised. He made a mental note to apply cream when she finally rested. It had been days but the fire was still burning in her soul. “Screw you.” she muttered. Tightening his hand on her jaw, he tipped it up to force her to meet his eyes. “Soon.” he pledged. Bjorn laughed, a sound that had Ivar’s lips quirk into a smile. He didn’t often make his brother laugh so that was amusing in and of itself. His brother circled her. She was so petite that he looked like the Bear he was named for, shadowing a tiny morsel.

Ivar picked up one syringe and tapped on it lightly, making sure all the bubbles were dispersed. After all, killing her would be a dreadful waste. The formula within would help her. She wouldn’t see it that way but she didn’t have sense right now.  Reaching low, he pinched her inner thigh to draw up the vein. 

“Hold still ... you don’t want me to miss.”