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Book 3
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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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While I’m literally holding myself together, Darragh Ryan raises his eyes to the distance again, furrows his brow, grunts unintelligibly, and without a backwards glance, strides off across the clearing, past the bee yard, and disappears into the woods.My heart drops like a stone, and my wolf freezes mid-frenzy.Kennedy’s hoe hits the ground again with a thud. A crow caws high in an oak tree.For a long moment, the witch, my wolf, and I size each other up. Magic crackles in the air. I sniff the breeze. Darragh’s scent is fading. From the direction of the witch’s cottage, I smell coffee. Beer. Whiskey. Pot. No sex, I point out to my wolf. Grudgingly, she shakes out her bristled fur and stalks back to her corner.Kennedy, Annie, and I exhale in unison.The witch raises her hand in an awkward wave. “Planting rhubarb, eh, girls?” she says.“Yes, ma’am,” Kennedy answers her.Annie ducks her head and hunches her shoulders. The familiar stench of Annie’s chronic fear mixes with the odor of s
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Males are super intense about territory. They like to keep all the females, even the ones with the protection of male family, in the buildings clustered at the center of the acreage that used to be a human wilderness education camp for kids but is now home to the illustrious Quarry Pack, legends in their own minds.“I don’t want you to move out,” Kennedy says, her face falling.“Me neither.”We’re quiet and sad for a moment, and then Kennedy yips like she’s just remembered something. “Oh, shit! Your wolf! Does this mean that she’s ready to come out?”Kennedy hops onto her knees and faces me, peering into my eyes like I’m an aquarium, and my wolf is swimming around in there.“Let’s go for a run!” She bounces up and down, swaying the couch cushions, and my ringlet curls swing into my eyes. “We can hunt!”My wolf perks her ears. She’s listening. I poke around, trying to feel whether there’s some kind of psychic tear in the barrier that’s kept her inside me all these years. I have no idea
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She shrugs. “Here. I’ll show you.”She cracks her neck, does a quick quad stretch with both legs, and then that weird, shifter-life thing happens when your eyes and your brain lose sync, and one moment, your best friend has arms and legs and a face, and then there’s a glitch in the matrix, and he’s a big-ass wolf with a silky black pelt, his head cocked like okay, your turn.“You know that didn’t help at all, right?” I say.Kennedy’s pointy ear flicks. I sigh and shake my arms out again. I want this. The rest of it—Darragh and mates and nests and all of that—I don’t know if I’m ready for that quite yet. But this, I want. I want to run free for the first time in my life.I squeeze my eyes shut and reach deep inside. My wolf is there, so close.“Come on,” I mutter, and I don’t know what to do next, so I just want as hard as I can, focusing with all my effort on her royal highness, the dainty wolf standing expectantly at the border between us, waiting on tenterhooks—waiting for what?I d
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He sighs and the corners of his lips curve the slightest bit. “Is this what you want?” he asks.He scratches the exactly right place, the exact right way. My wolf spreads her legs—all the way open, no shame—and rumbles her complete satisfaction. If I was combustible, I’d explode into a million tiny pieces from the embarrassment.Close your legs. Close your legs. I plead with her, but she’s on another plane.She’s not the least bit worried about exposing her belly to him—mate or no, he’s a big, scary stranger—all she cares about is that he keeps scratching. With his nails. Right there. Over a scooch. Yeah, that’s the spot. Her low growl sounds exactly like a purr.His fingers slow way too soon, and my wolf whines from the depths of her soul as he gives her belly a last pat.“Time to go inside, princess,” he says. His deep voice is rusty. From lack of use or is he still hungover? It takes a hell of a lot for a shifter to get drunk. I don’t smell liquor on his breath, only on his unwashe
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I bet he doesn’t have indoor plumbing in a shack like that, but I hope to hell he has water. I emptied my bottle a way back. Darragh’s place was a lot further than I’d thought.It’s a good thing I brought Kennedy for her nose because the vague directions I got from Old Noreen at breakfast would’ve never been enough. We’re at least three miles from Quarry Pack camp, and this place is tucked in a hollow surrounded by a thick stand of sycamores and tall pines.At least it’s shady. As Kennedy trots off, I take a moment and fan my face. I’ve looked better. During the hike, I sweated my ringlets into a wild dandelion fluff and discovered that my new whimsical sheer white blouse sucks. The elastic in the puff sleeves cuts into my upper arms, and the fabric doesn’t wick or breathe—it’s sealed my perspiration against my skin like a rubber suit, and yet, my pits are somehow wet.I’ve definitely felt prettier, but I don’t need to worry about that. Mates find each other irresistible, and besides,
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Shit. I didn’t think about that. Darragh seemed chill with Kennedy and me going for a run together the other night. Still, everyone knows that mates who haven’t done it yet get hella possessive, that the scent of competition can even push them into rut.I need to clarify the situation. “Kennedy and I are just friends. Best friends. I mean, we love each other, but not in that way. Like siblings. Or like, Army buddies in the movies.” Oh, God. He’s not saying anything, just clenching that sharp jaw, so I keep rambling. “We’ve known each other for years. We’re roommates. With Annie and Una. In the lone female cabin.”He doesn’t say anything, but at least his wolf’s snarls have subsided again into a persistent rumble. Should I try to make my escape? I inch sideways.Instantly, his wolf’s rumble swells to a booming growl, rolling over me like a wave, triggering another jolt of adrenaline followed by a wave of neck-tickling heat. The muscles in Darragh’s neck strain ’til they look like they’
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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
