My neck and cheeks heat up. โI told Warrick that Ama said it was stupid, and he said, โAmaโs a bitch,โ and that I should do it if it makes me happy. So he bought if for me.โThe laugh comes bubbling out of Callan then, and I relax, feeling good that I made him happy, too. For weeks, Iโve been halfway in a daze of grief over Mama and Axel. Itโs 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 Iโm doing good even when I mix up the words for things heโs shown me or forget to put soap in the laundry. Warrick said I should be happy, and he gave me three new experiences todayโbeing 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 donโt 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. Heโs breathing so hard I want to ask if heโs 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.โAh, fuck, Luna,โ 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 didnโt.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 Callanโs 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.โGood morning,โ 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, Ethanโs eyes are lingering on my body, and another fluttery feeling rolls through me.โMorning, pup,โ he says in his growly before-breakfast voice. โHowโs your neck healing up?โโWhat? This?โ He points to the stitched-up gash on his neck. โNothing whiskey and painkillers wonโt cure.โI head to the cold box they call a fridge and snag a piece of rabbit sitting in last nightโs 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.โYou want some?โ I ask, plucking up another piece and holding it up.โHell yeah, I want some of that.โ 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. โIโd better teach you to use these,โ he says. โWouldnโt want you to cut yourself, after all.โHe 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?โโOh, no,โ I cry. โAre you okay?โHe chuckles and sucks his thumb into his mouth. โDoes it hurt?โ I ask. โWhat if you cut meโNot a chance, pup,โ he says, pointing to the tub. โTake off your clothes and get in.โI slide the soft cotton from my torso as he turns on the hot water. Water streams from the spigot, but he doesnโt 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 heโs in pain. โAre you okay?โ I ask. โIs it your thum
EthanIโve fucked hundreds of women, but shaving Lunaโs pussy is the most truly erotic moment Iโve ever experienced. When she orgasmed, she looked fucking transcendent. Iโd never admit it, but Iโm shaken by the intensity of what happened. Hell, I couldnโt explain it if I tried, how fingering her pussy made me feel things that fucking twenty women couldnโt.Iโm 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, Iโm not thinking about when I can get up and go, or even whether itโs time for a sandwich. Having her body next to mine feels fucking fantastic. It scares the hell out of me, but I donโt 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, thatโs when. The fact that my cock definitely feels different about that reassures me that Iโm not turning into a pussy. Iโve had the worldโs 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 donโt like keeping things from them, but I donโt 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 thereโs not a secret in the world, grabs a beer, and joins them at the table.โWould you look at us,โ he says, popping the tab on his beer so it lets out a hiss. โTaking a load off while a fine woman makes us dinner. Never thought Iโd see the day.โโIโve made dinner before,โ I say.โI feel downright domesticated,โ Warrick says. I catch him watching me funny, and I quickly turn my back.โW
He sighs. โYou canโt live under the same roof with a woman like that and expect anything else.โA woman like me. What does that mean? I donโt even know what kind of woman I am, so how can he know?โThis stops right now,โ Warrick growls when no one answers him. โWeโre brothers. We walk to the depths of hell to protect each other. Nothing and no one comes between us. Have I made myself clear?โSilence so fragile it could shatter shrouds the front room.Once again, itโs come down to thisโitโs my presence that stirs conflict. I know what I have to do. Tears track down my cheeks as I pad to the back door on silent, bare feet. I can hear Ethan accusing Callan of โdoing it firstโ again as I ease open the screen door and slip outside. I donโt let the screen door thwack shut. I guide it closed, so it doesnโt make a sound.Outside, I take a shaky breath and sink to the ground, ignoring the mosquitoes that swarm in for a taste of my blood. Itโs been a month since I shifted, a month that Iโve bee
Callan and Ethan position their shoulders against the door, crouched between Axelโs and Warrickโs spread legs. Water has begun seeping across the floor, leaking from under the door dining room door as well as the front door.โOn three,โ booms Axel. โOne, two, three.โThey grunt, straining against the door as it gives a couple of inches. Small waves slosh against Ethanโs and Callanโs knees on the floor. โOn, three,โ Axel commands again. โOne, two, three.โThey get a few more inches of space in the door.โOne more shot, and we got it,โ he says. โReady?โ The other men nod.โOne, two, three,โ 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 Axelโs kitchen table, drinking beer and talking, trying to ignore the storm gathering strength outside and hoping it wonโt be a big one.Warrick and Axel are already talking pack strategy, Axel filling in the new Second about pack laws. Even though Warrick canโt officially start until weโre 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. Itโs good to see them working together instead of tearing at each otherโs 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.โThat doesnโt sound good,โ Axel said, pushing up to his feet. โMust be an emergency for som
LunaIโm 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.โOh,โ I cry, scrambling up right on Amaโs dead body.Axel sucks in a breath, and I realize heโs still knotted up inside me. โWhat are you doing here?โ I ask the triplets.โWe got worried about you,โ Ethan says. โWe thought something might have happened to you.โโAnd now we can see that something did happen to you. He happened to you.โ Warrick steps through the doorway and charges toward us as if heโs 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 Warrickโs path.โWait,โ I cry, leaping to my feet and darting between the two men. โAxel saved my life.โWarrick halts, eyes the dead wolf, and then turns to us. His gaze sweeps my bruised, battered body, covered with bumps and scrapes. โWhat happened?โ he demands.โAma tried to kill me,โ I
AxelSomething is wrong. I can feel it somehow, even though Luna hasnโt sworn into the pack, so we donโt 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 Katoโs backyard to keep the water at bay. Luna finally got it through my thick head that sheโs with them now, not me. She wants nothing to do with me. Sheโs got three thugs protecting her, and even though theyโre worthless wastes of wolf skin, theyโre not going to let anyone touch her. Theyโd rip anyoneโs head off who tried. Itโs a miracle they put up with me as long as they did. If Iโd 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 donโt 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 itโs 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 hasnโt stopped by to make sure weโre safe, even though I put my name on his list like he asked. Heโs supposed to tell us where to go if things get worse. Weโre not safeโwe never even got the shutters on. The triplets are frantically trying to get them up before the worst of it hits.While theyโre busy, I decide to run back to Axelโs 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 donโt bother knocking, just hurl myself inside and release the door, afraid itโll knock me out if it hits me.โAxel? That you?โ comes a dreaded, familiar voice
We sit in silence for a minute, and I try to ignore the weight and heat of Lunaโs body in my lap. โHave you always been mean?โ she asks after a while.โNah, not always,โ I say. โI thought I loved a woman onceโthe first woman I ever fucked. But I was just a pup like youโeven younger. I didnโt know better.โโBetter than what?โโI mustโve been sixteen, and she was twenty-four, twenty-five.โโSo?โ Luna says. โIโm eighteen, and you guys are twice my age.โโBut itโs different with you.โ I bunch her flying hair in my hand and hold it behind her head.โHow so?โ she asks, staring up at me with open curiosity.โI donโt know.โ I shrug. โIt just is. Youโre fucking irresistible.โI like how with her, thereโs no games. She doesnโt know to play coy, to hide what she truly wants and pretend to be what someone else wants until she has him reeled in. Sheโs just herself, our luscious little Luna, and thatโs a thousand times more enticing than any put-on air.โWhat happened with the older woman?โ Luna as
EthanThe wild winds have already begun testing the roofโs mettle, so after the hunt, I start gathering my tools to work on it. This stormโs going to be a bitch. The clouds look like bloated cows, and every body of water has white-capped waves. Mother Natureโs serving us up one whale of a weather frontโfor the millionth time this decade. We just canโt catch a break around these parts.โWhat are you doing?โ Luna asks, watching me as I buckle on my tool belt.โGonna go make sure your pretty little house doesnโt flood,โ I say,smiling down at her. โSecure the shingles and add shutters to the windows.โ โCan I come?โI open my mouth to say no, sheโll 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 canโt take it when she fixes me with those purple doe eyes. I canโt bring myself to deny her anything her sweet little heart desires.โSure, pup,โ I say. โCome on up with me.โNone 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 Iโm someone elseโs mate. His wolf will never believe it.The coffee doesnโt even taste good, even though itโs 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. Iโm happy that the brothers are sharing me, that thereโs no secrets between us. Weโre 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 somethingโs 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 hasnโt
LunaIโm yanked from the fog of bliss at the sound of the front door slamming shut. I can feel Axelโs wolf, how wounded it is, and guilt cloaks me like a shroud. I didnโt mean for this to happen, even though some part of me thought Axel deserved to see what he threw away. Thatโs why I let him stay and watch.โGo make sure he doesnโt destroy shit,โ Warrick says to Ethan.Ethan leaves the room. I know Axel wouldnโt destroy my house, though. At least I hope he wouldnโt. He did demolish our swamp home, according to Evan. But I donโt trust vampires, so Iโm not sure if thatโs 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. โDid my baby girl like that?โ he asks.โSo much,โ I say, snuggling in beside him.โYou want me to share you with Ethan, too?โ he asks.โYes, please,โ I say, squirming at t