Page 115 of Mated By the Alphas
“Yes,” Lucifer confirms. “Storm, you have three forms, right? Wolf, what you call your true human form, and the disguise you used to have to wear in public.”
“That’s right,” Storm says. “Our Third Forms were something our kind learned long ago, but they’re difficult to maintain. We’ve had lots of practice with it. Wyatt can hold his effortlessly.The rest of us still struggle sometimes. Whiskey helps. Not that we need to worry about that here.”
“You should be able to switch between all three effortlessly, and you could even hide weapons, if you master it,” Lucifer says, then he holds out his hand, and a silver sword appears. One that looks similar to mine. “See, this blade is always with me but hidden unless I call it.”
“That’s a neat trick, but I don’t think my kind is capable of that,” doubt evident in Storm’s voice. “I’ve never heard of a wolf doing it.”
“Until you met me, you thought angels were just fables,” Lucifer chuckles. “Sometimes, the only way you learn is by knowing it’s possible. Try it.”
“I’ll just tear these clothes up if I shift,” Storm says, stripping off his shirt and pants. “But I’ll try it.”
I take a step back. Storm is only wearing his boxers. He stares at Lucifer for a moment, then shifts into his Natural Form. The boxers rip and fall to the floor as he does. He lets out a low growl, then shifts back into his true Human Form, reaching for his pants.
“See, it doesn’t work like that for us,” he grumps, a bit of a whine in his voice.
“Try it again. You have to focus on absorbing what you’re wearing, like it’s part of your skin,” Lucifer explains.
Storm leaves his pants on, and stares at Lucifer for a moment. He then closes his eyes, and I assume he’s concentrating, like I try to do when I’m practicing. He begins to transform, and as he does, the pants he’s wearing simply disappear as his furemerges. He takes a few breaths before shifting back, and this time, he’s wearing his pants.
“Holy shit,” Storm exclaims, looking down. “It fucking worked!”
“Told you it would,” Lucifer laughs. “You should be able to do that for your disguise form as well, with enough practice.”
“Wish it was that easy for me to learn new abilities,” I mutter, a little jealous that Storm was able to pick it up so easily. “I’m still struggling with everything.”
“Be patient with yourself, daughter. You’re still learning. The wolves have been in touch with their abilities for centuries,” Lucifer says. “It’s only natural that it would be easier for them.”
Storm and I join our mates in the living room. He’s excited about the new development, and his brothers are as well, once they see how it works. They spend the evening running around Lucifer’s castle, shifting, learning, and by the end of the evening, they seem to have mastered it.
“You look tired,” Hayden says, walking into the living room, breathing hard from all the roughhousing.
“Yeah, I’m feeling it,” I say, my hand draped across my stomach.
“Lame! You go to bed at old lady times now,” Daisy scoffs.
“Come, mate. We’ll make sure you’re comfortable,” Hayden says, offering a hand.
I say goodnight to Daisy and my father, then let Hayden lead me to the bedroom. My other mates join us, like they do most nights.
Despite being rather frustrated with my lack of progress, I can’t deny that my mates take care of me. The five hungry wolves arequite attentive and compassionate. Storm undresses me. Remy helps me get into bed. Jaxton settles at the foot of the bed, massaging my feet with his massive hands. That always feels amazing.
“Mmmm,” I moan, squirming on the bed a little. “Thank you.”
Hayden massages my legs. Wyatt slides in beside me and massages my shoulders, letting me rest my head in his lap. It’s luxury I’ve never had, but luxury I enjoy.
But feeling their hands all over my body doesn’t just feel good. It brings a need to the surface and makes me damp between the legs. It isn’t long until I’m squirming for an entirely different reason. Pregnancy hormones have made me quite needy in the bedroom, and my mates are always happy to oblige.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready for bed yet, Ansley,” Hayden groans, moving a hand between my thighs and lightly stroking my folds. “No, you’re not ready for sleep. You’re getting ready for us, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, breathing harder as Hayden’s fingers work their magic. “It might be one of the last times I’m able to do it before the baby comes. Then it’ll be a while.”
“You’re going to be fine,” Wyatt sooths, his hands moving to my breasts and gently rubbing them, fingers caressing my extra sensitive nipples until they’re hard nubs. “A she-wolf would give birth in the morning and you’d have to tie her down to keep her from participating in the evening hunt. Recovery may not be as bad as you think.”
“Except I’m not a she-wolf,” I pout. “We don’t really know what will happen.”
“We’ll be here for you regardless,” Remy says lovingly, kneeling on the bed. “But first, let’s help you finish getting ready for bed.”
Hayden pulls away, strips off his clothes, and rolls me over. I raise my hips until the angle if perfect, already dripping with arousal. He positions himself behind me, gently placing his hands on my hips to be careful of my swollen belly.
