LunaWarrick barely says a word to me after we leave Paradise Acres. He drives me to something called a drive-through and buys me food he says is fast. The burger tastes okay, but the meat would be better if it wasn’t cooked. The best part is a chocolate milkshake, which is unlike anything I’ve ever had in the swamp, that’s for sure.After we eat, Warrick tosses all the paper wrappers and the waxy cups in a bin and heads for his motorcycle. I follow obediently and climb on behind him, careful to keep my hands to myself, unless he careens around a turn, laying the bike on edge. Then, I grab on.When he first started driving, it scared me, but once I realized it was just like running as a wolf but faster and louder, exhilaration poured through me. On the way home, I keep my exuberance to myself, though, since Warrick seems to be in one of his grumpy moods. When Mama got like that, it was best to shut my trap and let her come out of it herself.When we get back to their house, he jerks h
My neck and cheeks heat up. “I told Warrick that Ama said it was stupid, and he said, ‘Ama’s a bitch,’ and that I should do it if it makes me happy. So he bought if for me.”The laugh comes bubbling out of Callan then, and I relax, feeling good that I made him happy, too. For weeks, I’ve been halfway in a daze of grief over Mama and Axel. It’s nice to finally feel like I can smile again without bursting into tears. And the thing that gives me these little nuggets of happiness is making them happy. Well, that, and the little things they do to make me happy.Callan brings me a wildflower or a fresh rabbit after a hunt. Ethan says I’m doing good even when I mix up the words for things he’s shown me or forget to put soap in the laundry. Warrick said I should be happy, and he gave me three new experiences today—being queen of a motorcycle, going to a cold store, and getting food fast. And they all eat the food I make for dinner even when I burn it, or it tastes strange because I don’t know
He flips off the water and rests one hand on the sink on either side of me, pushing me against the edge so hard it bites into my belly. He’s breathing so hard I want to ask if he’s okay, but my throat feels all trembly. Before I can gather my thoughts, his hands slide inside my t-shirt, up my sides, urging my arms up over my head. He tugs my shirt over my head, giving my hair a quick rub-down with the shirt to soak up some of the water. When I throw my hair back afterwards, it hits his shoulder, and he groans again.“Ah, fuck, Luna,” he murmurs, dipping his nose to the top of my head. His calloused hands run up and down my waistline, stroking his way to the front where he cups my breasts. His cock jerks against my backside, and he sucks in a breath.The feel of his rough hands gliding across my soft skin fills me with confusing sensations. He pinches my nipples between his fingers, and a quick shock of need yanks tight inside me. Tingles and thrills pulse inside my lower belly. I clos
LunaThe triplets go off to a new job installing wires the next day after a quiet breakfast. I make dinner, but hardly anyone speaks through the meal. For some reason, I find myself thinking of this one time when I caught my foot in Virginia Creeper vines while a gator was eyeing me for its supper. Mama was having one of her funny feelings that day, so she was hiding in the house, sure that wolves were going to come for us. But we had to eat, so I went out anyway. I knew there were no wolves in the swamp, even if she didn’t.I shifted and raced into the woods, hoping for a lucky day and a fast catch. But then I got caught in the vines. I shifted back in a flash, used my fingers to free myself, and ran before the gator could grab me. That night, I headed home empty-handed to find Mama with a knife in her hand, ready to slit my throat because she thought I was one of the wolves, come to murder her.Tonight feels almost as tense.I cooked the swamp rabbits that were in Callan’s traps tod
My heart falters with the stinging ants of loneliness. A lump of emotion chokes my throat, blocking my breath. I pull on one of the new shirts Warrick bought me and pad to the kitchen on bare feet.“Good morning,” I say to Ethan, who sits at the table with a cup of coffee. I stop in the doorway to yawn and stretch my arms above my head.When I recover, Ethan’s eyes are lingering on my body, and another fluttery feeling rolls through me.“Morning, pup,” he says in his growly before-breakfast voice. “How’s your neck healing up?”“What? This?” He points to the stitched-up gash on his neck. “Nothing whiskey and painkillers won’t cure.”I head to the cold box they call a fridge and snag a piece of rabbit sitting in last night’s congealed sauce. I pluck the juicy meat out with my fingers and pop it in my mouth. Ethan watches my mouth with hunger evident in his gaze.“You want some?” I ask, plucking up another piece and holding it up.“Hell yeah, I want some of that.” He angles his chair aw
I open the cabinet and pull out the sack with the stuff Warrick bought. Ethan rifles through it before pulling out the razors and shaving cream with a triumphant grin. “I’d better teach you to use these,” he says. “Wouldn’t want you to cut yourself, after all.”He crouches, retrieves the package the razor came in and rips it open. Running his thumb over the blade, he hisses when it slices his skin and a drop of blood appears., too?”“Oh, no,” I cry. “Are you okay?”He chuckles and sucks his thumb into his mouth. “Does it hurt?” I ask. “What if you cut me“Not a chance, pup,” he says, pointing to the tub. “Take off your clothes and get in.”I slide the soft cotton from my torso as he turns on the hot water. Water streams from the spigot, but he doesn’t pull out the metal device that makes it shoot out the showerhead. Instead, he inserts something in the drain, and water fills the tub.His gaze rakes my entire body, and he groans like he’s in pain. “Are you okay?” I ask. “Is it your thum
EthanI’ve fucked hundreds of women, but shaving Luna’s pussy is the most truly erotic moment I’ve ever experienced. When she orgasmed, she looked fucking transcendent. I’d never admit it, but I’m shaken by the intensity of what happened. Hell, I couldn’t explain it if I tried, how fingering her pussy made me feel things that fucking twenty women couldn’t.I’m not the man with the words, so afterwards, we lie in silence on her bed, with her cuddled in the crook of my arm. For once, I’m not thinking about when I can get up and go, or even whether it’s time for a sandwich. Having her body next to mine feels fucking fantastic. It scares the hell out of me, but I don’t want to stop. This feels too good to fuck it up by fucking her. And that scares me even more. Since when do I not want to fuck a gorgeous, willing woman?Since never, that’s when. The fact that my cock definitely feels different about that reassures me that I’m not turning into a pussy. I’ve had the world’s longest, hardest
LunaI hurry around the kitchen trying to get something together that looks like I was making dinner before Callan and Warrick got home. They tromp into the house in their heavy work boots and grab beers from the fridge. My spine is stiff as I throw some wild lettuce and meat in a frying pan. I don’t like keeping things from them, but I don’t want Ethan to get in trouble, and I definitely want more of whatever he gave me today in the tub.Callan and Warrick plunk their beers down on the table, the legs of their chairs scraping the floor as they drag them back and drop into them. Ethan strolls in like there’s not a secret in the world, grabs a beer, and joins them at the table.“Would you look at us,” he says, popping the tab on his beer so it lets out a hiss. “Taking a load off while a fine woman makes us dinner. Never thought I’d see the day.”“I’ve made dinner before,” I say.“I feel downright domesticated,” Warrick says. I catch him watching me funny, and I quickly turn my back.“W
Callan and Ethan position their shoulders against the door, crouched between Axel’s and Warrick’s spread legs. Water has begun seeping across the floor, leaking from under the door dining room door as well as the front door.“On three,” booms Axel. “One, two, three.”They grunt, straining against the door as it gives a couple of inches. Small waves slosh against Ethan’s and Callan’s knees on the floor. “On, three,” Axel commands again. “One, two, three.”They get a few more inches of space in the door.“One more shot, and we got it,” he says. “Ready?” The other men nod.“One, two, three,” he roars, as if priming himself for the ultimate exertion.This time the door opens wide.Warrick, Axel, Ethan, and Callan move away from the door. Water rushes out, since apparently the dining room is more flooded. Water drips from Callan and Ethan as they stand. The drips echo into the water sloshing up to their ankles.Borris rushes into the room as much as one can run while splashing through wat
LunaWarrick, Ethan, Callan, Axel, and I sit around Axel’s kitchen table, drinking beer and talking, trying to ignore the storm gathering strength outside and hoping it won’t be a big one.Warrick and Axel are already talking pack strategy, Axel filling in the new Second about pack laws. Even though Warrick can’t officially start until we’re sworn in, Axel sharing the details is a sign of trust that goes a long way. Instead of growling and snapping, Warrick is soaking it up like a sea sponge. It’s good to see them working together instead of tearing at each other’s throats.Callan nudges me under the table with his feet, bringing my attention to him. He gives me a smile and a wink that makes my heart flip, then takes a swig of his beer. My whole belly fills up with warmth. Ethan squeezes my hand on the other side. I want to stay this way forever, but a loud banging on the front door interrupts.“That doesn’t sound good,” Axel said, pushing up to his feet. “Must be an emergency for som
LunaI’m still humming with the bliss of orgasm and the satisfaction my wolf feels at being claimed by Axel when I look up and see three hulking shapes standing in the doorway.“Oh,” I cry, scrambling up right on Ama’s dead body.Axel sucks in a breath, and I realize he’s still knotted up inside me. “What are you doing here?” I ask the triplets.“We got worried about you,” Ethan says. “We thought something might have happened to you.”“And now we can see that something did happen to you. He happened to you.” Warrick steps through the doorway and charges toward us as if he’s going to fight with Axel again. I wince when Axel pulls the swollen base of his cock from me, stepping in front of me to block Warrick’s path.“Wait,” I cry, leaping to my feet and darting between the two men. “Axel saved my life.”Warrick halts, eyes the dead wolf, and then turns to us. His gaze sweeps my bruised, battered body, covered with bumps and scrapes. “What happened?” he demands.“Ama tried to kill me,” I
AxelSomething is wrong. I can feel it somehow, even though Luna hasn’t sworn into the pack, so we don’t share the pack bond. But we still share some other bond, a curse that ties me to her no matter how much I deny it. My wolf frets inside me, sure that something is not right.I sigh and try to focus again, piling sandbags along the edge of Kato’s backyard to keep the water at bay. Luna finally got it through my thick head that she’s with them now, not me. She wants nothing to do with me. She’s got three thugs protecting her, and even though they’re worthless wastes of wolf skin, they’re not going to let anyone touch her. They’d rip anyone’s head off who tried. It’s a miracle they put up with me as long as they did. If I’d understood how things were, I would have walked away before. But I listened to my wolf, and I sure as fuck suffered enough for it. I don’t need to go running to her house now. I never want to set foot in that place again.But the little voice in the back of my mind
LunaThe tempest is on its way, and I think it’s going to tear me from everyone and everything, just like in my dream. The winds are howling, screaming through the rafters, whistling through the telephone poles. Axel hasn’t stopped by to make sure we’re safe, even though I put my name on his list like he asked. He’s supposed to tell us where to go if things get worse. We’re not safe—we never even got the shutters on. The triplets are frantically trying to get them up before the worst of it hits.While they’re busy, I decide to run back to Axel’s and get the emergency plan myself, since he was too mad to bring it to me. Head down, raincoat wrapped around my body and tied securely at the waist, I power through the wind that nearly takes me off my feet. When I get to his porch, I have to pry open the screen door with both hands. I don’t bother knocking, just hurl myself inside and release the door, afraid it’ll knock me out if it hits me.“Axel? That you?” comes a dreaded, familiar voice
We sit in silence for a minute, and I try to ignore the weight and heat of Luna’s body in my lap. “Have you always been mean?” she asks after a while.“Nah, not always,” I say. “I thought I loved a woman once—the first woman I ever fucked. But I was just a pup like you—even younger. I didn’t know better.”“Better than what?”“I must’ve been sixteen, and she was twenty-four, twenty-five.”“So?” Luna says. “I’m eighteen, and you guys are twice my age.”“But it’s different with you.” I bunch her flying hair in my hand and hold it behind her head.“How so?” she asks, staring up at me with open curiosity.“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It just is. You’re fucking irresistible.”I like how with her, there’s no games. She doesn’t know to play coy, to hide what she truly wants and pretend to be what someone else wants until she has him reeled in. She’s just herself, our luscious little Luna, and that’s a thousand times more enticing than any put-on air.“What happened with the older woman?” Luna as
EthanThe wild winds have already begun testing the roof’s mettle, so after the hunt, I start gathering my tools to work on it. This storm’s going to be a bitch. The clouds look like bloated cows, and every body of water has white-capped waves. Mother Nature’s serving us up one whale of a weather front—for the millionth time this decade. We just can’t catch a break around these parts.“What are you doing?” Luna asks, watching me as I buckle on my tool belt.“Gonna go make sure your pretty little house doesn’t flood,” I say,smiling down at her. “Secure the shingles and add shutters to the windows.” “Can I come?”I open my mouth to say no, she’ll ask too many questions and slow me down. But she stares up at me with her big pretty eyes, and my resolve crumbles. I just can’t take it when she fixes me with those purple doe eyes. I can’t bring myself to deny her anything her sweet little heart desires.“Sure, pup,” I say. “Come on up with me.”None of us can seem to get her out of the hous
A blade of regret cuts through my muscles and bones, leaving me raw and bloody. I should never have made him stay and see that I’m someone else’s mate. His wolf will never believe it.The coffee doesn’t even taste good, even though it’s filled with cream and all the flavors of syrup that I want. I only drink half of it before I ask Callan to take me home.The next week passes the same way. I’m happy that the brothers are sharing me, that there’s no secrets between us. We’re our own little family, closer than ever. We eat together every night. We joke around as usual. During the day, they head out and do whatever boys do. At night, I fuck Warrick and sometimes Callan, too. It feels as good as it always did, but something’s different.Sometimes they ask me if I want to go out somewhere, but I politely decline. I need to stay close in case Axel stops by, and to guard my house. My wolf feels strangely, jealously possessive of it, even though no one has tried to mess it up, and Axel hasn’t
LunaI’m yanked from the fog of bliss at the sound of the front door slamming shut. I can feel Axel’s wolf, how wounded it is, and guilt cloaks me like a shroud. I didn’t mean for this to happen, even though some part of me thought Axel deserved to see what he threw away. That’s why I let him stay and watch.“Go make sure he doesn’t destroy shit,” Warrick says to Ethan.Ethan leaves the room. I know Axel wouldn’t destroy my house, though. At least I hope he wouldn’t. He did demolish our swamp home, according to Evan. But I don’t trust vampires, so I’m not sure if that’s true.The light of a half-moon streams through the slit in my blue and white lace curtains, lighting up the bed. Callan lays on one side of me, playing with my nipples and stroking my breast.Warrick gives a low growl and settles in on my other side. “Did my baby girl like that?” he asks.“So much,” I say, snuggling in beside him.“You want me to share you with Ethan, too?” he asks.“Yes, please,” I say, squirming at t