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Book 2.5
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She caught me.I breathe her in. This is my damn day.She licks my neck, burrows her snout into my shoulder, kneads my abs with her small paws. She’s a little thing with sleepy, golden eyes.I stay completely still.“You win,” I tell her. She cocks her head.And then she tenses, seizes, her teeth baring in pain.Shit. Shit. What do I do?I panic uselessly while she shifts back to human on top of me. She pants a minute, and then she pushes herself up on my chest like her wolf was doing, but now there are soft hands braced against my ribs, and beautiful naked female nestled between my sprawled legs.She looks at me and smiles. “Hi.”“Hi.”Her titties are the best titties I’ve ever seen, and I have now seen a very large number, up close and personal. They’re little handfuls, barely swells, with the prettiest quarter-sized brownish nipples, the same color as the freckles splashed across her chest.“I know you,” she says. “You’re Derwyn Collins.”“Yeah. What’s your name?” I want to say som
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“Wasn’t like that. I was overrun.”“By who?”“Females.”Seth curses. I don’t dignify it with a response. He wasn’t there. I’d like him to have done any better.“Well, fun’s over. We’re locking down the Bogs, and then we need to report to the Tower.”“Can’t.”Seth gets really still. I can see his instinct to throw down give way to his commitment to follow orders—and the fact that he knows I’ll kick his ass.He cranes his neck, tries to see Enid. My wolf growls.“Who is that?” he asks.“My mate.” It’s the first time I’ve said it out loud. I hadn’t even thought the word yet, but claiming her is as natural as breathing, as right as her huddled to my back, letting me protect her. I always will. Whatever it takes. To my last dying breath.“She’s a scavenger,” Seth says. Like that fucking matters.I grunt.“She needs to go back to the Bogs. Alpha’s orders.”“Then I’m going back to the Bogs.” It smells like shit, but I’ve gotten used to it. I’ll just keep Enid close so the lemon overpowers th
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We trudge along the lakeside path. The pups aren’t even trying to run. They don’t have enough energy. I’m carrying my cousin Harri on my hip. His big brother Pritchard has one little sister on his shoulders and another wrapped like a monkey around his waist.It’s never been as bad as this.Even if Derwyn hadn’t ditched me like I was just some female he found in the woods, I wouldn’t claim him. I’ll never touch a nob after this. Never.Damn, Harri’s heavy. I hoist him higher.“Need a break?” Pritchard asks.“I’m good.” It’s just that I’m so sweaty. Poor little dude is slipping.Pritchard casts me a measuring glance. “You look sick. I’ve got a protein bar in my pocket. Break off a piece.”“That’s for the pups before the walk home.”“You know they won’t walk. You’ll be carrying Harri back, too. Eat something.”I shake my head. “I’m not hungry. It’s heat.”He blinks in surprise. “Who?”“Derwyn Collins.”He grimaces. “A nob. Damn, Enid.”“Yeah.” For a few minutes, after my wolf caught Derw
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Derwyn’s brow darkens. He’s displeased, but he bites his tongue and eyes me warily. Then, I guess he notices what I’m wearing. His broad jaw drops. He can’t seem to decide between lust and dismay.“You’re wearing a bikini and a miniskirt,” he says.I cross my arms. It gives me a hint of cleavage, and his gaze drops.“I’m hot.” I draw my shoulders back so my tits rise. He sucks in a breath.“You look nice,” he says to my chest.When I don’t reply, he sighs and wedges his hands in his pockets. It’s a tight fit. “Aren’t you hungry?”“We’re all hungry.”I see the fact that the Bogs are on half rations register in real time. That’s nobs for you. If it’s not happening to them, they’re oblivious.“Shit.” He scans the room. I glance over my shoulder. He sees two trays passed from hand to hand, everyone taking a bite or two.His shoulders stiffen. “I’ll go get more.”“You can’t. They won’t let you.” I’m not sure why the nobs posted outside the door let him in with two trays in the first place.
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I reach out and rest my fingers lightly on his thick forearm. “It’s not true that we didn’t have a choice. We always have a choice. Even when the choice sucks.”His gaze drops to where I’m touching him, and even though he wasn’t moving, somehow, he becomes even more still.“You need food,” he says.“Our people need food.” I watch him carefully. Does he understand?He raises his eyes to stare into the room where our packmates are slumped on tables, conserving energy, huddled together to comfort each other as best as we can, with closeness and warmth.Derwyn’s jaw firms and his spine straightens. “Okay. Look for me tonight,” he says. And then—so quickly that I can’t decide whether to let him or not—he plants a kiss on my lips.He’s gone before I remember to breathe again.I don’t have the patience to wait around for anything, especially not when my body’s nearly quivering with nerves or hormones or magic or whatever’s going on, so I end up hanging out in front of Pritchard’s trailer wit
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MARI, FOUR YEARS AGO“Holy shit.” Kennedy drops her hoe. “The witch is a cougar.”“No, she’s not. I’ve seen her wolf,” Annie says, squinting up from where she’s squatting in a furrow, patting soil around a rhubarb plant. She follows the direction of Kennedy’s gaze, and her eyes widen. “Whoa. Is that Darragh Ryan?”I freeze where I’m standing in between the handles of the red wheelbarrow. My mouth goes dry, and my heart begins to thump like a woodpecker.It is Darragh Ryan, and he’s not wearing a shirt. His worn, faded jeans are so low on his hips, you can not only see the muscles cutting an arrow from his hips into his waistband, but I swear, you can make out a dark thatch of hair on the taut, tanned skin above his zipper.I lick my suddenly parched lips.Is that the last stop on his happy trail or his wolf’s fur? It’s hard to tell from over here, especially since he’s got a hairy chest. He definitely doesn’t wax for definition like the younger males in the pack.He’s standing on the
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Apparently, Darragh Ryan does talk to females. Older, powerful witchy females. God, my stomach doesn’t like that. When I think of him and Abertha even drinking tea together, the flips and tingles begin to flop and slosh. Good thing I don’t eat breakfast.Kennedy sidles up beside me and pretends to hack at a row she’s already dug. “What’s he doing?”“Watching the sunrise?” I hazard a guess.“The sun’s already up, and he’s facing west.”“I don’t know. Enjoying a cuppa?” He’s not sipping anymore. He’s just holding the cup midair in a death grip.“It’s coffee,” Kennedy says. “Well, mostly. Coffee and hair of the dog.”“You can smell that?”Kennedy wrinkles her nose. “You can’t?”I draw in a breath. My lungs fill with that earthy, horsey, straw-in-sunshine smell. It swells in my chest, and suddenly, my eyes prickle like I’m about to cry, and my breasts grow heavy. I cross my arms to cover my nipples as they bead into hard points. Kennedy’s eyes narrow.“What’s wrong with you?” she asks.“C
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Does he feel it, too? The strange gathering, seeking sensation under his breastbone?He might be pretending I’m not right here, but he’s not bailing, and he definitely has the look of an animal about to bolt, albeit a dangerous, terrifying, muscle-bound apex predator even bigger than a wolf. Like a tiger. Or a grizzled lion with a wild ol’ mane. And a little ol’ teacup.I guess he realizes he’s been holding the cup like one of those living statues because he finally shakes himself, sets it on the railing, and shoves his hands in his pockets. His thighs are so thick that he doesn’t have a lot of room, so he kind of wedges the fingers in. I’ve never seen a man look less casual.I rub the place in the center of my chest where the bond is sprouting like weeds through a sidewalk crack.Maybe this could be okay. He’s not completely feral. People are wary of him, but the few times I’ve seen him around camp, no one shits themselves or runs away or anything. They just make way for him. And the
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The humans know about shifters, of course, but there’s no need to draw more attention to us than we already do, as strangers in such a small town. Folks already gawk as Annie leads us to the village commons even though the streets are busy. It’s market day.As soon as we reach the grassy expanse filled with tables and tents, Alroy and Diantha peel off, heading in opposite directions. Griff seems torn, but when he sees that Diantha is making a beeline for a booth with racks of female clothing, he hurries to follow Alroy.Annie leads us down the makeshift walkways, smiling when she’s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but there’s no trace of fear in her scent. I breathe her happiness and excitement in, letting it flush my lungs clean of the oily town air.She sees her friends before I do and lets go of my hand to run toward them.My mate. My Annie. Running with a smile lighting her face.This is a good, good day.Two females rush around their table, the third making her way more slo
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where we’re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldn’t spring this visit on her, but I love watching her wolf get more and more excited the closer we get to Chapel Bell. Her short little legs are moving so fast, I almost don’t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha don’t have my patience, so they’re several yards ahead of us. Poor Griff has to be the buffer between them, and he keeps getting caught in the crossfire when their wolves decide to break the monotony by sniping at each other.I was worried that Annie would be too nervous to venture this far from camp, but she gets more confident every day. I’m pretty sure that’s because when we were out for a walk two months ago, she saw me take out two ferals that were encroaching on our territory to the north, so even though Killian and I pretty much fought to a draw, she knows I can handle
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.“Did you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?” He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didn’t even hit an artery.Justus snarls, squaring his shoulders and bending his knees, readying himself to attack. Every inch of his body is covered in mud and blood, gashes and purpling bruises. White bone shows through a jagged slash on his forearm.A male coughs, clearing his throat. “Can we just take a beat?” Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he’s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right can’t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. I’ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but I’ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I can’t believe either he or Justus are still upright.“That bitch stabbed me.” Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps
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My wolf skids to a halt several feet away and then slinks forward, keeping the fire between her and the Salt Mountain wolf, letting the smoke block her scent. When she’s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. She’s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolf’s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. I’ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isn’t chaos all around him as his wolves play a game of distraction, breaking after our slower, smaller, or older males and mauling them until our strong males are forced to turn back, away from us, to rescue them.Leith takes no notice of our wolves, even when they get close, or me, skulking behind the fire. Why would he? I’m no threat—skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, he’s intent on so
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ANNIERun! Run! Run!I squat as low as I can in the wildflowers and tear off my clothes.A few yards away, Killian and Justus are murdering each other. Tye, Ivo, and the rest are just watching, and no matter how much I scream, no matter what I say, their wolves don’t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. They’re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’t care.I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.Run into the woods! The woods!I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.Turn around! Now!What are they doing? They can’t think to attack La
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“Lavender is light green this time of year. It doesn’t bloom until June or July.”“What are you going to do with it now then?”“Make a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.”“Make a sachet for who?”I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.“For the den,” she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. She’s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. She’s excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldn’t do that, but I think she’d agree to return to camp. I draw in another deep breath. Her arousal teases my nose.My wolf snarls.Annie startles.It takes my brain three seconds too long to catch up.Underlying the rain and slick, there is another scent. Earthy, yes, but not the right earth. It doesn’t belong. I’ve smelled it before. A long time ago.I
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My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I can’t do this.I have to.“Justus?” Annie appears in the den entrance. She’s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and she’s holding a cup. “You brought water.” She smiles, padding toward me on bare feet.And then she stops. Her smile falls aways.She blinks in the sunshine, the bleariness of sleep disappearing as she takes in my grim face and desperate hold on the pot. If I had dignity, I’d find a way to smile back. Say good morning. Act like everything is fine.Her chest falls as she lets out a long, silent breath. She looks me straight in the eye. Her fear and doubt are clear as day.She’s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until we’re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beauty—her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lips—and then I notice the expression
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“Trust me,” he shushes, the hot head of his cock already notching at my entrance. He flexes his hips and sinks into me, a groan of pure relief torn from his throat. He fills me so completely that I ache where I take him, but I love it.I pant through the strain, and he gathers me close as he thrusts, cradling me to his chest, kissing my lips, my brow, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I start to rock my hips in time.“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” he rumbles in my ear. “So perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.”I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.“Come for me, now,” he growls. “Now, Annie.”Hot cum floods my womb, and his knot catches and swells, tearing a raw shout from my throat. His fingers find my clit while his fangs sink into my shoulder.I scream, bucking against him, but I’m caught, so he moves with me, hushing me.I hover another second on the edge, somehow above myself, watching his strong arms tremble as they wrap around me
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesn’t like that.I drop back so I’m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldn’t have let his man mess with my nest.He dips his head and looks up at me from his lowered eyes, a wolf playing at a lamb. “I’m sorry, Annie. Here it is.”He holds the pillow out.It’s a trap.Of course it’s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me.I push up on his chest, struggling upright until I’m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head.I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.“Just ask nicely, Annie.” There’s a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. They’re hard and velvet and flexing und
