Carlie really tried to hold on to her anger at her abductors-slash-husbands. After all, they forced her to travel with her drugged sister, claiming it was better for her as she wouldn't panic and they'd make better time. As for the two guys they kept tied and blindfolded, Acat had this to say: "The sleeping powder doesn't affect them. They're shifters and their metabolism is strong enough to nullify its effect almost immediately." "It worked on me," she grumbled. "It used to. I doubt it will anymore." For some reason, that perked her right up. It was also just one of many shape-shifter facts they taught her as they traveled. "So, when I'm a jaguar," she asked during a question and answer period she initiated. "I hunt things, and eat them. Are those things still like in my stomach when I change back? If I yak, would it come out?" Acat didn't deign to reply, his disdain clear for questions he thought of as frivolous. Chaob, a shadow of a smirk in his l
Acat's bride challenged him at every turn. Made a mockery of his traditions. Did as she pleased. Told his secrets. Seduced him with her smiles. Lied. Laughed. Despite her flaws, she drew him, intrigued and enflamed him. Acat wanted her with a ferocity he almost feared. A passion he embraced. Defiant and unrepentant, she stood against him, arguing for her rights, defending her sister. He admired her tenacity and loyalty. Now, if only he could get her to shift that absolute trust and stubborn nature to him and Chaob. Carting her off to his hut, in primitive style ? which judging by her scent, she enjoyed as much as him ? he smiled even as he listened to her tirade, something to the effect of men living in the dark ages, to which he paid little mind. Acat had the greatest respect for women, but Carlie was more than just a woman. She was his. As her husband, he owed certain things to her; a home, the basic comforts and protections, which went without saying. But a husband neede
Holy. Freakn'. Orgasm. Carlie recovered her wits God knew how long later. Even then, she couldn't really move. Didn't want to. She'd heard of explosive sex, enjoyed some good times in the past, but experienced even better times with Acat and Chaob. But what they did ? How they managed to both be inside her. Both fucking and coming and ? She preferred not to dwell on the mechanics of it, even as she couldn't help an after quiver of delight. Whatever and however they did it, one thing became clear. They've spoiled me for anyone else. Bastards. They probably knew it, too. Worse, she couldn't muster the energy to hate them for it. Actually, she felt rather smug. And happy. Dare she even say affectionate? At every turn they seemed determined to please her, challenge her, and treat her like a woman, this despite her demands to the contrary. They saw past her independent words and ways, gave her exactly what she needed, even if she hadn't known she needed it. In other words,
"If we're not careful, we're going to lose her," Chaob muttered to Acat when they stopped for a short rest on their way back to the village. Called into the city unexpectedly to take care of some business, they chafed to return to their mate's side. It just about drove him crazy to spend so many nights away from her and he knew Acat felt the same. "I don't know what else you expect me to do. We've already bent rules because of who she is, rules Father never bent for our mother, such as letting her leave the village and letting her reveal our secret to her sister, a sister I might add who has now left us and is free to tell any and all what she saw and experienced." "But won't. Her mates will make sure of that." "Or so we hope." "What is it you truly fear?" Chaob asked. "I fear nothing," Acat boldly claimed. "Liar. You and I both know she's not cut out for a life led exclusively in the jungle." "Her friends have." "One has. The other is al
Carlie expected anger to hit her any minute. How could it not? She'd just discovered her wild warriors ? of the tiny loincloths ? not only had a secret life outside the jungle, they had a better one than the life she'd left behind. Or at least more luxurious. When she'd seen the piece of crap on four wheels they expected to take them into town, she'd wondered what to expect. She'd had pretty low expectations, actually. Then they nonchalantly tossed the tidbit about owning land, and lots of it. It was then, as she rubbed the soft material of the dress, still with the tag on it ? more pesos than she would have thought to pay ? she started to grasp just how much she misjudged her mates, just how much they'd fooled her. Ensconced in their penthouse, the height of luxury around her, she had to wonder, where was the anger? She should have yelled at them for ? what? Being rich and bringing her to the city like she asked? Get mad for soaping her and letting their lips travel her bo
Over the next few weeks? Life was perfect. Or just about. Carlie got her wish to live in a city. Even more awesome, she got to keep her two lovers, or was that husbands? Whatever their title, she couldn't imagine living without them. Yes, their secret lives as businessmen did initially shock her, especially the first time she saw them in suits. Jungle men in linen shirts, ties, and jackets shouldn't ever look so delicious. They did. Of course, their outfits didn't survive her first enthusiastic admiration of their new look, but they didn't seem to mind. It seemed money wasn't much of an object, or at least she'd not hit any snags when they sent her shopping with her own credit card and the instructions to shop until she dropped while they hit the office. She did, and later modeled some of her naughtier purchases for them. None of those fragile lingerie pieces survived, but the memories. Oh God. If she'd not known before, she knew now. She loved them. Stupid barb
Months later? Kicking off her heels, Carlie padded into the living room, and Acat couldn't help but smile upon seeing her. To think once upon a time, he'd thought to cage this wild and perfect beauty. Thankfully, Chaob showed him the way. The gods truly blessed him when they chose her as his bride. "Did you enjoy your afternoon?" he asked as she continued to smile mysteriously. "I did. Is Chaob here?" "I am," her other husband replied, sticking his head out of the bedroom, his hair still damp from a shower. "Is something amiss?" "Nope. But I have news that I think you'll want to hear." Wandering out barefoot, dressed only in a towel, Chaob slid onto the couch, a wary look on his face as Carlie paced before them. Acat's inner beast roused, tail twitching, excited, but about what, Acat couldn't discern. "So, remember how I've been studying the plants and water in and around the village?" "Yes." "And found nothing." "Yes." Acat s
Sunday was family dinner night. For most people this would mean a loving gathering of close relatives around the supper table, exchanging news and exciting gossip over home-cooked food. But his was no ordinary family. With the exception of one new addition, all present were shapeshifters; large cats, wolves, and even one big-ass bear. As for Stu, one of the lupine diners, he was related, in an unfortunate twist of fate, to all of them. To one side of him sat Chris, younger brother, pain in his ass, and newly married chump to the lovely and delicate Jiao. On his right, he had the entertaining Alejandro, his other brother Mitchell-whom he lived to tease-and feisty Francine, their mate as well as his sister's best friend. Across the table sat his loud-mouthed, bratty sister Naomi with her mates Ethan and Javier, accompanied by his adorable baby niece and nephew-who currently took turns spitting out food and chortling. Then there was his other brother Kendrick, his best
Nothing ever felt more right than the first time Derrick sank balls deep into Janine. Unless he counted the second time and then the third. Over and over, he claimed her that night, the next day, all that week as she took some time off work for them to explore their new relationship. And yes, they were in a relationship. She's my mate now. And soon, she'd be his wife. He'd already asked for and received permission from Orson and Janine's mother. A conversation that went along the lines of? "I'm going to marry your daughter." "I get to plan the wedding." "I'll have you cremated if you hurt her." Derrick could already tell they'd fit in well with his family. Snap.*Epilogue An exaggerated groan left Derrick as he heaved Janine out of the car. The sound totally deserved a laser-hot glare. "Are you implying something?" No denying she was a little more rotund these days. He pulled her close, not caring that her big belly got in the way. A smile tugged
With Derrick buried in the bosom of his family, Janine slipped away before the tears blurring her gaze were noticed. Derrick had survived the surgery and seemed about to beat the odds. He would recover, which meant it was time for her to go. Even if I love him. And she did love him. Loved him so much that she couldn't be with him. She knew Derrick thought himself in love with her, that she was his mate. Much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't. He'd fallen for her only because, at the time, he depended on her. Acting as his therapist meant their close involvement brought them together and imbued him with a false sense of intimacy. I think the intimacy came from you letting him touch you. Acts that shouldn't have happened, and yet, she didn't regret. It made leaving so much harder, but she did it now while she could. Now while he had his family and the promise of a bright future ahead of him. Let him get on with his life. Find a woman to settle dow
The hot satisfaction at having brought down the enemy paled before the panicked realization that Derrick couldn't move. Not a single damned muscle. The cold reality sent his wolf into hiding, pulling back from the dead weight of his body and leaving only human flesh. Flesh that felt nothing but the tips of her fingers on his cheeks as she cradled his head. "Derrick. Oh God, why did you do that?" She hugged his head, and if the moment weren't so dire, he might have enjoyed being buried against her plush tits. But all he could think was, This is the last time. The last time he'd smell her or feel her touch because he'd fucked up majorly in skipping the surgery and now paid the price. Since he didn't expect he'd get another chance, he whispered, "I love you," which only caused her to rock and hug tighter. In a voice thick with tears, she retorted, "This better not be one of those goodbye speeches. You're going to be fine. We'll get you in for that surgery, and ever
Doctor's Pet. She read the title in gleaming silver letters on the back of Derrick's chair as he whipped by with a whoop, well ahead of his brothers in their own colorful chariots. When she'd come across some orderlies watching something out the window, she'd not expected to see the Grayson clan gathered out front, clapping and hollering at the participants in the wheelchair races. It wasn't even just Derrick and his brothers playing. They'd gotten several other patients to join in too. Given the speed at which they raced, a fear for their safety made her want to march out that door and tell them to stop, but an old adage came to mind-boys will be boys. And men would do stupid things that resulted in stitches for, as Stu said upon meeting her, "Shits and giggles." The main surgeon for the rehab center came to stand beside her. "Looks like fun," he noted. "Yes. Dangerous, though," she added. "These men have been to hell and back. Do you really want to
The feel of her on his fingers proved exhilarating, but it couldn't compare to her intoxicating taste. A man parched, Derrick lapped at her, savoring her womanly cream and humming with pure male satisfaction at how she clenched and pushed against him, her body craving more of his touch. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. Too long he'd craved her. Too long he'd denied the unmistakable truth. Janine is mine. And for this moment at least, he couldn't find the strength to push her away. I'm tired of fighting what I want. Time for a little selfishness. He lapped at her sweet button, feeling it swell at his flicks. He pumped his fingers in and out of the moistness of her sex, loving how she gripped him tight. Her excitement built, reaching a crescendo, and he felt just as coiled as her, poised on the edge. He pistoned his fingers in her as his lips pinched her swollen button. A low cry began to keen from her lips. She smashed a pillow over her face as her body arched
Something woke Janine from a light slumber. She lay in bed, one half of her face squashed against her pillow, listening. Not even the creak of joists shifting broke the heavy silence. Holding her breath a moment longer, she tested the ambiance of the room. Is anyone here? Am I alone? Her senses craned, seeking that sense of vitality that only another person could emit. She sought another presence, a reason for waking, and felt nothing. She exhaled with relief. No bogeyman tonight. For those who might mock her, she had no problem admitting a fear of the dark, especially the particular shade it achieved in the middle of the night. Dark deeds often happened under night's shadow. And sometimes a little girl wakes and opens her eyes to see bloodshot ones staring right at her. The shriek she uttered proved piercing. The scarier thing? Daddy screamed at an even higher pitch. But that had happened a long time ago. Only the one time, but it left an impression. She'
The tingling awareness of her presence faded as Janine moved from the doorway of the game room. He'd known she watched him. Felt her eyes on him the moment she appeared and missed her gaze when she left. It took him gripping the wheels of his chair not to chase after her. Having her out of his line of sight didn't sit well, and not just because of all the people roaming around. Earlier, when they'd first arrived, he'd also hated sending her off into the kitchen with her mother. Then again, it was probably a good thing Red didn't stay because the first thing Derrick tried to do was get her out of his life. "I want a new shrink." On his way to a bar, fetching a drink of something with a fiery kick, Orson paused. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" "No." "Then why the request?" The council member uncorked a decanter and poured some amber liquid into glasses. He handed one to Derrick before taking a seat on the couch. "Do you want her removed because she's
Despite the mishap in locating Derrick-I really thought I'd have to hunt him down and force him-the road trip passed rather peacefully. Despite the sexual tension between them, there was also a genuine like for one another, and when he wasn't barbing her or trying to push Janine away, they could have the most interesting conversations. It passed the long trip. While Derrick started out driving, the highway part of the route being the longest, she took over once they hit an exit. She made sure to give him a pit stop so he could use a washroom, and she said not a word about the fact that he took a few minutes longer than other people to do his business and glared at those who dared to complain outside the locked door. As she took the familiar twists and turns to her parents' house, she couldn't help a touch of anxiousness. How would her stepdad react? With her, Orson was the most lovable teddy bear a girl could ask for, but with anyone he thought threatened her? Poor Jeremy w
Red stalked into his room, swinging the door open in a familiarity that apparently didn't see a need to knock. "Derrick, we need to-Uh. Oh." Her outburst ended on a gasp. Probably because she got more of a glimpse than she expected Splayed on top of covers still drawn tight, one hundred percent naked, and bound-the height of emasculation-he glared. "Were you raised in a barn?" Something his mother used to accuse him of when he lacked manners. His Aunt Joni took great offense at that expression and claimed it was those raised as ci-diots that were the problem with morality nowadays. A shame they feuded for years on end. Aunt Joni's pie was worth the occasional brawl between sisters. Janine's head ducked. He could only imagine the pinkness of her expressive cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't think. I'll come back later when you're not so, um, er, tied up," she stammered. The things she could do to me right now? For a moment, he almost imagined a spark, enough that he said t