I whirl to face her. “That is not behaving,” I growl in a deadly voice. “You are going to meet my pack—your pack. If you give them a chance, they’ll welcome you with warmth and hospitality. Can you stop with the suspicion and give them the benefit of the doubt?”She glares at me, extends her hand, and stiffens. I take her hand and lead her across the sandy clearing. Everyone is waiting, watching my new mate, a wolf they’ve never met. No one even knew she existed, since we don’t hunt in panther territory, where her mother retreated after leaving the pack eighteen years ago.The rest of the pack—Adolfa, Lobo, Borris, Bleddyn, Chann, Trixie, and the others—form a half-circle.“Jacksonville Pack,” I announce in a loud, clear voice. “Meet my True Mate, Luna.”I draw her hand toward my lips, intending to kiss her knuckles. When I feel her resistance, I flash her a warning glare. She relents, but I doubt the effect looks exceptionally loving. When I glance at my packmates, some give me sympa
AxelIn the truck, I roll down the windows, letting the hot, damp air in. Luna pokes a finger out into the air rushing by, then sneaks a glance at me. When I don’t reprimand her, she sticks a hand out, spreading her fingers and letting the wind stream between them. A shy smile spreads across her face, growing bigger as she hangs her arm out, swooping it up and down through the air currents. I offer her a smile, and she laughs, turning back to the window. She’s like a little kid playing airplane with her hand.Maybe I was too hard on her at the picnic. I should have eased her in more slowly, gotten to know her before I showed her off to the pack. I’ll just have to teach her a few things before I take her out in public again. I can’t have the pack thinking my mate is some kind of idiot.By the time we get home, we’ve both calmed down.“Where’s Mama?” she asks, peering off into the late evening darkness.“She’s still at the healers,” I say. “I’m sure she’ll come right here when your moth
When my eyes dip lower, to the tangle of pubic hair covering her mound, my mouth waters and my erection cries for release.“What?” she asks, her voice an octave higher, a mixture of defensiveness and uncertainty.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, scanning down her long, coltish legs, which are too thin but nicely muscled anyway. I imagine them wrapped around my waist as I send her into throes of ecstasy. Waiting for her to get skittish, I take a slow step forward, giving her time to protest. When she doesn’t, I lift a hand, then hesitate.“Can I touch you?”She nods mutely, and I cup her breast, gently stroking my thumb over her nipple. It’s so soft I can hardly feel it against my calloused skin, as if I’ve brushed wind instead of skin. Her lips part in a gasp, and my cock throbs harder, precum leaking from the tip already.“You can get in the shower,” I say, stepping back to shed my clothes and toss them to the side.“What’s that?” she says, pointing to my cock.“This is my cock,
I force myself to focus on her, sliding my finger deeper until I feel the barrier of her virginity. I long to thrust my finger through, but that honor belongs to my engorged cock. I lower myself between her legs, taking my cock in my hand and stroking the swollen head up and down her slick folds. “This will hurt at first, but try to relax, and the pleasure is even morethan what I just gave you.”Her eyes close, and she settles her head onto the pillow. She reaches up, her tiny hands gripping my broad shoulders. “I want more,” she moans.“That’s it, Luna love. Just let me pleasure you. You have no idea how happy I am that I’ve found you.” I practically purr as my heart floods with joy at having discovered my True Mate, the one made just for me and my wolf. My wolf roars with lust and joy inside me, frantic to take what’s ours. She raises her narrow hips, and I look down at her perfect little body, reminded again how small and fragile she is beneath my powerful body. All the more reaso
LunaThe glowing moon on my arm burns as I race through Axel’s house, and my core throbs with raw pain and unfilled need, like he put an empty spot inside me that only he can fill, and it will always be empty now, always crave him returning to fill it. Blood trickles down my legs along with my own wetness, but I ignore it and the call of my mate as I run for the door. It seems I’ve been branded, something mama once told me people called “cowboys” do to their cattle. When they’re branded, the cowboy always knows which cows are his. I didn’t know they had to mate them first.Does that make me Axel’s? Now that he’s mated me and branded me, do I belong to him instead of myself and Mama and the swamp?I hear his footsteps behind me, like he’s coming to claim his property the way Mama and me claimed our little hillock in panther territory and chased off anyone who tried to crowd in. The house was big enough for only two, and the hillock only big enough for one house. But my body is not Axel
I wonder if he expects me to repeat the words Lewis taught me, or if I can sniff him and get more information that way. But he doesn’t seem to require a handshake, and when I hear footsteps in the distance, I know there’s no time for sniffing.“Come then,” Evan says, and before I can say a word, he scoops me up in his arms and shoots through the forest at breakneck speed, even faster than I can run as a wolf. Trees blur by like they did in Axel’s truck, and only a moment later, he’s stopping in front of a large dwelling near a running creek. I don’t see how this can be a place to hide, as the house is huge and made of some kind of white stone. I can barely see the water in the night, but the trickling sound is like a balm to my ears, and the damp scent of moss fills my heart with comfort.Pushing aside the massive steel door, he sets me inside and says, “Welcome to my lair.”Something about this lair-house makes me uneasy. Despite the hot night outside, the air inside feels chilly and
LunaI wake to the sound of crashing that shakes the floors. I sit up, blinking in the blinding sunlight that makes my head pound. For a second, I can’t remember where I am.Then a familiar voice booms through the house, bringing the whole overwhelming day before back to me. It must be midday judging by the position of the sun, but I feel as groggy as if I barely slept. I can’t remember ever having slept so late. I must be sick. That explains the headache and the oversleeping.“Give me back my mate,” a familiar voice thunders from another room. “Or you’ll wish you could die, you bloodthirsty leech!”A rush of joy floods my heart at the sound of Axel’s voice, and the brand on my arm pierces me with fiery heat. But then I remember fleeing his house, hiding from him, the pain and confusion of the mating ritual he performed.“I’m not keeping her from you,” Evan says. “I’m merely offering her rest. She chose to come here and did so of her own volition.”Loud footsteps tromp in my direction
The elder retrieves a knife and a long, carved stick painted with symbols. Feathers dangle from the end of the carved wood. She retrieves another wooden wand with something like deer hooves affixed to the end. The dried hooves clatter and set my nerves on edge as she rests them on the table. Next, she pulls out two tiny jars of something that glows like the bioluminescence I’ve seen in the sea sometimes when I’ve been exploring with my mother.When she’s laid out all her instruments, the shaman says, “Close all the curtains and lock the doors. We must seal the space.”“Ama,” Axel snaps, and Ama rushes around the house, covering the windows and slamming the doors, turning a part of the knob that makes a snicking sound.When Ama’s done, the elder turns to her and says, “You stand as a witness, Second. And you…” She points a bony finger at Axel. “Come and stand before your True Mate.”Axel progresses toward me like he’s trudging through quicksand toward his death.When he stands before m
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