LunaI took a wrong turn at a creek in my excitement to see the triplets. Now, morning is coming, damp and chilly from the cloud cover which obscures the stars. Good thing I’ve got thick fur and sure feet, so I don’t fall into the warm swamp water.As I run, I imagined every reunion the men and I could have when I see them again. I pictured their surprise and delight, their crushing hugs and soft kisses, their passion, and wonder. All of the images in my head are happy ones.So why do I feel so guilty at leaving Axel?For one, he wasn’t horrid to me—not by a long shot. Not this time. But I don’t trust him, and if I don’t trust him, how can we be together?We can’t.Besides, I don’t want to be his mate. I want to be with Warrick, Ethan, and Callan.Right?I slow my run to a loping pace. Just then, I catch the scent I caught earlier, when I was hunting with Axel. Is whoever was watching me earlierfollowing me now? This thought sends a ripple of fear along my spine. It was exciting when
I’m not a religious man, but as I race for the house, I pray to all the demons in hell she’ll make it out of this alive. Slowly, she begins to shift in my arms, first a leg, then her head, as if she doesn’t even have the strength to turn fully human. But finally, as I reach the house, she’s back in her human form. Her skin holds a ghostly gray pallor, like the edges of the swamp after a storm, and I’m sure I’m too fucking late.The second I get within earshot of our house, I start to yell, screaming at the top of my lungs. “Callan, goddamn it! Get something for Luna. She’sdying in my arms!”When I burst into sight of our cabin, my brothers are already in action, racing toward me. Callan’s got the medical bag in hand. A medic he ain’t, but he knows enough to deal with all our injuries. Ethan’s got a stack of towels and rags. As soon as he sees me, he spreads a large towel on the sparse grass in front of our house. “Lay her here. Quick! I’ll get whatever Callan needs.”I practically sk
LunaI’m stuck in the world between the worlds. I run. I run through bloody marshes teeming with monsters who chase me in endless loops. I race through crimson swamps lined with alligators waiting to consume me if I dare approach the shore. There are infinite dangers, unending treachery waiting for me, and there’s no escape, ever.A trickle of warm water drips onto my skin, and I try to scream and look up, sure that I’ll see blood pouring from the Spanish moss hanging above. But a feeble squeak is all that comes from my lips.“Luna.” A gentle, urgent, familiar voice calls, and I feel myself being shaken. At long last, my lids flutter open, ending my nightmare.I blink rapidly, trying to orient myself. I’m in a room, my room. Gentle hands bathe me with a warm cloth. A bearded man sits over me, but when my eyes open, he drops the cloth into a bowl of water and just stares.“Callan,” I say, my voice hoarse from disuse. “Is that really you?”“Luna,” he says, a gentle smile on his lips as
I whimper, so wet with desire that I can feel it soaking into the bed under me. “Yes,” I manage.Callan slides his fingers between my legs again, pushing two inside me. He strokes across my little nub, and I explode with pleasure. When I’m done clenching around his fingers, he leans down and takes a deep sniff between my legs. “Still want me to fuck you?” he asks with a crooked smile.“Yes,” I moan.He quickly strips off his clothes and climbs on the bed, stretching the length of his body next to mine. He starts massaging my hip, pushing his stiff cock against my thigh.“Closer,” I breathe. “I need your weight on top of me.”I feel at once aroused and vulnerable, like I might cry one minute and come the next. It’s an odd feeling, one that’s no doubt the result of nearly losing my life.“What’s the matter, pet?” Callan says, his eyes boring into me with concern, as if he can sense my conflict.“I don’t know,” I say, as tears leak out the corners of my eyes. “Just… Hold onto me, and ne
LunaMy heart is full and my wolf satisfied after Callan’s fucking. Cuddling up together, we settle down for a sweet nap. When we wake up, we wrestle in his bed, pinning each other to the mattress with the loser having to deliver kisses to the victor before being released to try again. I can’t remember laughing and having so much fun in my life.Our fun is cut short when a voice bellows outside the house.“Fucking hell,” Callan mutters. “Wait here.” He rolls from the bed, yanks on his pants, and heads out of the room.“No way,” I say, scrambling into my clothes. “This is my fault.”I race after him, heading through this house that I love. I glance right and left and notice it’s gone backward in the cleanliness department—but not as bad as it was when I first arrived. There are hardly any beer bottles or cans on the floor and only one or two pieces of clothing.“Luna!” the voice bellows again.I halt in my tracks. When I heard the call the first time, I thought it was one of Callan’s b
LunaIf anything is a testament to the triplets’ regard for me, the next few minutes prove it.“We’ve got to get Axel into the house to care for his wounds,” I say, rising to stand, knowing full well their resistance to having anything to do with Axel.“Fuck that,” Ethan says, crossing his muscular arms over his chest as if to hold himself back from launching into Axel again.Warrick clamps a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “If my baby girl wants to negotiate with the Alpha of the Jacksonville pack, let her have her way.”“Yeah,” Callan says, giving Axel a disgusted look. “He’s obviously dick-whipped as fuck if he’d show up here without backup, just asking for us to stomp a mudhole in him.”A slow grin forms on Ethan’s bloody lips. “I hadn’t thought of that,” he says. “But damn, Luna. You sure do have a point. I bet he’d give up his entire pack for one more taste of that sweet little pussy you got him hooked on.”“No fucking way,” Warrick snarls. “I let him have her when I thought it was he
CallanFor the next week, we work on getting Luna settled into her new place and enjoy our newfound freedom to Jacksonville pack territory. Warrick’s a dick about it, of course. He flaunts our ability to hunt on Creebay Preserve by going as near to the pack houses as possible to make a kill, marking his territory on every tree he trots past in wolf form, and roaring down Golden Glade Street on his motorcycle at all hours of the day or night when he’s in human form.When someone questions him the first time, he flashes his gap-toothed grin and says, “Why don’t you and your Alpha have a little talk? He’ll tell you we’re welcome.”After that, no one bothers us. They don’t talk to us, either.Ethan’s just as bad. Like now, when Axel stops by for the tenth time today, this time asking Luna if she needs her plumbing fixed or the boards on her deck looked over for signs of decay.“We’re taking care of her plumbing just fine,” Ethan says, throwing his arm around Luna, who’s standing near the
Axel rakes his hand through his hay-colored hair. I like rattling his cage —we all do. But he seems to be mastering the ability to not let us get to him, though I know the only reason he’s holding back from ripping out my entrails is because he’d lose Luna forever if he killed one of us.“You do seem to take pleasure in fucking with me,” he says, glowering at me. “But it’s still not a good idea to leave pack land. Even if that was a lone wolf and Warrick got rid of it, there are vampires, goblins, all kinds of shit that might hurt her out there.”“If you were so worried about it, maybe you shouldn’t have invited them onto your territory,” I point out. “By the way, they’re not keeping to the north. I’ve seen at least one near here.”“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Axel barks. I shrug. “You’re not my Alpha.”“This is my territory,” he growls, squeezing the back of his neck.“Axel,” Luna says, laying a hand on his forearm. He drops his gaze to her fingers and swallows.“No one else stay
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