By this point, they had gotten deep enough into the trees to start their own little hunting rituals, to shift without being seen. They both stripped off their clothes, leaving them in a neat pile by a tree while respectfully trying to keep their eyes off one another—and failing pretty miserably. They each shifted smoothly into their feline forms, lunging onto all fours and taking off, running at top speed through the trees.
Jackson was a bit larger than Lana as a human, but even more so as a tiger. They ran together, but the longer their race went on, the further ahead Jackson got. Lana quickly became frustrated that he was so much faster than her, weaving in and out between the trees gracefully as though this were where he truly belonged. He took notice that she was lagging behind and slowed a little bit, allowing her to catch up, but she leaped on top of him, pulling him down to the
Lana woke up in her own fluffy bed the Monday after Thanksgiving.She felt terrible. They’d had a wonderful time—an amazing time, even— and she knew she was overreacting, that her guilt was unwarranted, that Roman would laugh at her for freaking out over what, after all, had been his idea.She couldn’t stop thinking about Jackson, either. The last thing he’d said to her before she left was, “You know what I’m thankful for this year? You.”And then he’d kissed her thoroughly.She moved through the day completely in a trance, barely seeing the smiling baby faces that stared up at her from each page that Roman had her working on.“Lana.” Roman’s voice cut through her daze as she stared at a photo album in his suite that night. “Are you alright? You’ve been looking at that same picture for ten minutes.”“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responde
The vibration of Lana’s moan against him made Roman even harder than before.Never had he met anyone who seemed to read exactly what he wanted as clearly as this woman did. Nor had he ever found anyone so instantly ready to play the games he enjoyed in bed.He wondered briefly what she’d been like with Jackson but brushed the thought aside.If he really needed to know, he could ask.Later.Right now, though, he planned to slide his cock between Lana’s pliant pink lips, and then push it as deep as he could, as hard and as fast as he could until he came.And oh, fuck, Lana knew how to use that mouth, too, first sucking in the length of him, then pulling away, and then—at just the right moment—opening wide enough to take all of him deep down her throat, wrapping her arms around Roman’s thighs to pull him down even farther.“You’re amazing, Lana,” he rasped.
Chapter 23Over the past twenty-four hours, Jackson hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Lana. It was like he could still smell her, still feel his arms wrapped around her. Being with her made him feel like there was something important, something bigger than them trying to lead them to one another. It was as if there were some celestial force trying to play matchmaker, and he didn’t mind that.If only the same celestial force weren’t also matching her up with his alpha—and eventually at least one more streak-mate. But there were stories of the old streaks making this kind of arrangement work.Maybe we can, too.It was scary and exciting, and he really wanted a rematch—but he also didn’t want to come on too strong for her. He was trying really hard not to harass her and be charming rather than annoying, but it was difficult. He got the feeling from her that she was a bit of an introvert at heart—no mat
When Lana knocked later, Jackson opened the door with a wide smile, and Lana wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.She’s glad to see me, at least.If Jackson thought it was a little bit strange that she should greet him this way, he didn’t complain. It was nice. He returned her hug, breathing her in and resting his cheek on the top of her head. “Happy to see you too, Lana. Come on in, I made dinner.”“It smells amazing,” Lana said quietly as she took a few tentative steps into his suite.“Thank you,” he responded with a grin, happy that she was there. “I figured since we didn’t get Thanksgiving dinner, we could have something like it now.”They each sat at the little table in his small, eat-in kitchen, and began to eat. She took a bite of her food and groaned with delight. “This is delicious, where did you learn to do this?”“Li
Soon, they found themselves locked in a gentle embrace as Jackson traced her collar with soft kisses, sending shivers down her spine, through her whole body. Slowly, they moved toward his bedroom as they shed pieces of clothing, leaving them in a trail on the floor. Their hands explored each other’s bodies carefully before Lana crawled back onto the bed, naked and waiting for Jackson to follow her, drawing him forward with her eyes.He kissed what felt like every square inch of her body, achingly slowly, taking care to make her feel like the goddess she was becoming to him before he finally climbed on top of her, where sliding into her was like coming home. Lana’s head rolled back onto the pillow as a low moan escaped her lips, her hands tracing the muscles on his back.This wasn’t the urgent, lustful, rough sex they’d had on the forest floor the night before. This was something else entirely. This was slow and sweet, tender and ca
Chapter 26December 3Drake Torres didn’t want any part of Roman’s plan for him to join the Alpha Mate.Whenever Drake he felt overwhelmingly lonely—which, granted, was often—he would venture into town to mingle among the humans, where he would find a new willing lady to plow—then dash away from.No strings attached meant no opportunities for either party to get hurt in any way.Drake’s sexual encounters provided him with much-needed chances to blow off steam. Humans meant nothing to him, and he meant nothing to the female humans he picked up. And that was the way he liked it.He didn’t need someone else’s leftovers. Even if that meant giving up a chance with Lana.He stared at her in the meeting hall, where she was handing out assignments to the various groups of tigers who were headed out on patrol.As if any of those Losoya fuckers are left. “Hey, Dra
Three hours later, Drake stood in the hotel lobby, alone.What the hell? Where is everyone?His first question was answered a few seconds later when Lana made her way out of the stairwell that led down to her suite. “Hi, Drake,” she said, her voice drawing him to her against his will.“Is this a setup?” he asked, and Lana laughed aloud.“It’s Roman’s orders,” she said. “We’re supposed to spend the night together.”“Oh, fuck that.” He spun away from her and started to stride to exit, planning to leave the hotel entirely. But seconds later, he returned to her side. “What will he do if we don’t follow his orders? How much trouble will we be in?”“I don’t want to ignore this order.” Lana’s words left Drake aching to grab her in his arms and carry her to his bed. He growled under his breath.S
As Drake dropped her to her feet near the doorway of her room, panic flashed through his eyes. Lana didn’t bother to try to calm him, choosing instead to pull his lips down to hers until she was kissing him, first softly, then harder. Even the taste of him seemed right, hot and slightly spicy, his tiger underscoring the taste that was uniquely Drake.Pulling her closer to him, Drake deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that was both brand new and achingly familiar, as if she had been waiting all her life for him to complete her.The shape of his shoulders under her questing hands was uniquely Drake as well. Lana ran her fingertips down the back of his arms, tracing the sharply defined triceps and sliding her palms down to his wrists.With a strangled noise in the back of his throat, Drake slid his own hands down her back until they cupped her ass, then pulled her up against him, the hard length of him burning through hi
Drake laughed. “I’ll be with you, sweetheart. Let’s tell them as soon as Roman gets here.”When Roman walked in, he frowned, immediately sensing the tension in the room. “What is it?” he asked, worried. “Have the Losoyas shown back up?”“Nothing like that,” Drake assured him.“But I have something to tell you,” Lana said. “All of you,” she added as Jackson came into his living room from the kitchen.“Let’s sit down, then,” Jackson said, a frown on his face.Lana took a deep breath before she spoke. “I’m going to get right to the point. I found out today that I’m pregnant.”Roman looked at her blankly for a long moment, as if he were wondering if maybe she was teasing him.“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.Jackson was the first to speak. “How do you feel about it?
December 24For the next two weeks, everything went perfectly. Lana’s life had never been better—even her first love with Ian hadn’t been this wonderful. This complete.And the happier she was, the happier the entire streak seemed.“It’s the magic of the Alpha Mate,” Roman said. “Nothing cements the bonds of a streak more.”She laughed aloud. “Tell me that the next time you’re cranky because I’m with Jackson or Drake.”Roman shrugged. “It’s good for all of us.”Even Drake seemed to have come to terms with Lana splitting her time four ways. “I have to have time for myself,” she’d finally announced. “Otherwise, you three will wear me out.”But they didn’t. Somehow, she still wanted them. All of them. All the time. Her decision to take time for herself was preemptive—but apparently unnecessary.Mayb
By the time Drake’s mouth trailed down her stomach to the top of her pants, Lana was trembling. As he licked along the waistband, desire surged through her in a searing wave, rolling from her chest and moving down, as if it had been released directly from her heart. It settled in the deepest part of her as a hot throb of need."Please, Drake," she whispered. "I want you. I need you.""Are you certain?" he asked."Absolutely certain," she replied.With a deft motion, Drake unbuttoned her pants, sliding them off her hips and catching her silk panties with his thumbs on the way down, dropping them atop the shirt and bra.Lana tugged ineffectually at the button on his jeans. “Take these off, too.”One corner of his mouth crooked up. “Is that an order?”“A request.” She matched his smile, but the expression faded at the sight of him as he stepped back and removed his pants. Her mouth
As Drake dropped her to her feet near the doorway of her room, panic flashed through his eyes. Lana didn’t bother to try to calm him, choosing instead to pull his lips down to hers until she was kissing him, first softly, then harder. Even the taste of him seemed right, hot and slightly spicy, his tiger underscoring the taste that was uniquely Drake.Pulling her closer to him, Drake deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that was both brand new and achingly familiar, as if she had been waiting all her life for him to complete her.The shape of his shoulders under her questing hands was uniquely Drake as well. Lana ran her fingertips down the back of his arms, tracing the sharply defined triceps and sliding her palms down to his wrists.With a strangled noise in the back of his throat, Drake slid his own hands down her back until they cupped her ass, then pulled her up against him, the hard length of him burning through hi
Three hours later, Drake stood in the hotel lobby, alone.What the hell? Where is everyone?His first question was answered a few seconds later when Lana made her way out of the stairwell that led down to her suite. “Hi, Drake,” she said, her voice drawing him to her against his will.“Is this a setup?” he asked, and Lana laughed aloud.“It’s Roman’s orders,” she said. “We’re supposed to spend the night together.”“Oh, fuck that.” He spun away from her and started to stride to exit, planning to leave the hotel entirely. But seconds later, he returned to her side. “What will he do if we don’t follow his orders? How much trouble will we be in?”“I don’t want to ignore this order.” Lana’s words left Drake aching to grab her in his arms and carry her to his bed. He growled under his breath.S
Chapter 26December 3Drake Torres didn’t want any part of Roman’s plan for him to join the Alpha Mate.Whenever Drake he felt overwhelmingly lonely—which, granted, was often—he would venture into town to mingle among the humans, where he would find a new willing lady to plow—then dash away from.No strings attached meant no opportunities for either party to get hurt in any way.Drake’s sexual encounters provided him with much-needed chances to blow off steam. Humans meant nothing to him, and he meant nothing to the female humans he picked up. And that was the way he liked it.He didn’t need someone else’s leftovers. Even if that meant giving up a chance with Lana.He stared at her in the meeting hall, where she was handing out assignments to the various groups of tigers who were headed out on patrol.As if any of those Losoya fuckers are left. “Hey, Dra
Soon, they found themselves locked in a gentle embrace as Jackson traced her collar with soft kisses, sending shivers down her spine, through her whole body. Slowly, they moved toward his bedroom as they shed pieces of clothing, leaving them in a trail on the floor. Their hands explored each other’s bodies carefully before Lana crawled back onto the bed, naked and waiting for Jackson to follow her, drawing him forward with her eyes.He kissed what felt like every square inch of her body, achingly slowly, taking care to make her feel like the goddess she was becoming to him before he finally climbed on top of her, where sliding into her was like coming home. Lana’s head rolled back onto the pillow as a low moan escaped her lips, her hands tracing the muscles on his back.This wasn’t the urgent, lustful, rough sex they’d had on the forest floor the night before. This was something else entirely. This was slow and sweet, tender and ca
When Lana knocked later, Jackson opened the door with a wide smile, and Lana wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.She’s glad to see me, at least.If Jackson thought it was a little bit strange that she should greet him this way, he didn’t complain. It was nice. He returned her hug, breathing her in and resting his cheek on the top of her head. “Happy to see you too, Lana. Come on in, I made dinner.”“It smells amazing,” Lana said quietly as she took a few tentative steps into his suite.“Thank you,” he responded with a grin, happy that she was there. “I figured since we didn’t get Thanksgiving dinner, we could have something like it now.”They each sat at the little table in his small, eat-in kitchen, and began to eat. She took a bite of her food and groaned with delight. “This is delicious, where did you learn to do this?”“Li
Chapter 23Over the past twenty-four hours, Jackson hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Lana. It was like he could still smell her, still feel his arms wrapped around her. Being with her made him feel like there was something important, something bigger than them trying to lead them to one another. It was as if there were some celestial force trying to play matchmaker, and he didn’t mind that.If only the same celestial force weren’t also matching her up with his alpha—and eventually at least one more streak-mate. But there were stories of the old streaks making this kind of arrangement work.Maybe we can, too.It was scary and exciting, and he really wanted a rematch—but he also didn’t want to come on too strong for her. He was trying really hard not to harass her and be charming rather than annoying, but it was difficult. He got the feeling from her that she was a bit of an introvert at heart—no mat