RidgeI snort, because he’s got to know the answer to that question could fill a fucking book. And he isn’t even aware of everything that happened after Lawson’s challenge yesterday.So I just shrug one shoulder, looking out over the horizon as it begins to lighten. “Still here.”“That you are.” He nods to himself, staring out toward the forest just like I am. “I’m glad to see it. That mate of yours. She sure is something.”I tense slightly. I can’t quite tell from his tone whether “something” is good or bad, and brace myself for his judgment.As if he can read my thoughts, he grins, nudging me with his elbow. “Only you could have found yourself a hybrid. Your dad would have liked her, but probably for the wrong reasons. He’d have used her as a tool against the witches, but you’re probably hoping to build bridges or some shit.”I laugh. “Yeah. Something like that.”Grady turns toward me, his expression growing more serious as he rubs a hand over his bald head. “I’ve got your back, alp
SableI’m standing at the edge of the grave my mates dug for my uncle, watching as dirt rains down on his bloody face. It’s raining, and the raindrops keep washing away the soil and the blood.The shifters kick harder, pushing buckets of dirt into the grave, but still, it never covers the body. Dirt leeches away from Clint as the rain continues to pour.Overhead, dark clouds gather, but they don’t feel like rain clouds. This is different. This is something I recognize. The darkness creeps into the forest clearing, casting Uncle Clint’s face into shadow. That insidious evil surrounds me, tendrils of smoke wrapping around my limbs like hands. I fought this energy the night I transitioned to witch. This hideous monster that wanted me to hurt my mates.But I don’t think I can fight it now. It’s too strong.And it’s a part of me.Far below, my uncle’s eyes snap open, staring straight up at me.I wake up with a start, ripping myself out of the dream.I’m on my back in bed, staring blankly a
sableI slide out from the protective, comforting touch of my mates and set my feet to the cold hardwood floor. “If you make pancakes for breakfast, I’ll tell you.”“That, I can do,” he says with a grin.While we mix pancake batter, I tell Ridge what I told the rest of the guys about the strange thing that happened when I woke up. Like Archer, he takes a pragmatic approach to it.“I think we should prepare for certain manifestations that we can’t explain,” he says. “We’re in new territory here, so we should expect the unexpected when it comes to your power. But no matter what happens, we’ll deal with it. We’ll get through as a team.”I lean into his arm. “Thank you.”Abandoning the batter, he turns toward me, tugging me against his chest as his fingers curl into my hair and tilt my face up toward his.“There’s nothing to thank me for, little wolf,” he says, his voice a low rumble against me. “I’d do anything for you. Face anything with you. We all would.”Then he kisses me, slow and s
DareMy paws connect with the asshole’s chest, and in the same instant, the sneer vanishes from his face. He goes down hard, his body slamming against the floor as I land on top of him, and I snarl, letting him see every sharp tooth in my muzzle.Fuck this guy. Fuck his shitty attitude and the way he’s judging my girl without knowing a fucking thing about her.Nobody is allowed to do that. Not on my watch.I growl in his face, letting all my weight bear down on him as my jaws ache to snap open and closed.Fury has taken up residence in my mind. It’s like a murderous inferno blazing through me, blurring the line between animal and man inside me more than ever. There’s not an asshole in this room I’m going to let even look at Sable the wrong way, much less call her “witch bitch” and get away with it.Yeah, it’s fucking hard to look past the witch in her. I see it every time I close my eyes—the scars on her body turning black, the slender swirls of magic dancing up her hands and arms. Bu
SableThe heat that rises inside me from Dare’s kiss is all-consuming. I’m burning from the inside out, and my rugged mate is the spark that lit the fire. The deep, searing truth in his words washes away the pain of that pack meeting until I can hardly even recall the face of the man he threatened.He shoves me up against the tree, his kiss deepening, his hands wrapping around my back, pulling me against him until I raise my leg and hook it around his waist, opening my body to his hands.This is stronger and more potent than the night my wolf finally came out and claimed him, claimed all of them as my true mates. We had sex that night, even though I was worried he wouldn’t accept the bond. The relief that he did has clung to me ever since.But this?This is one hundred times that night. This is Dare tearing down every barrier between us, giving me everything that he is and promising me with his lips, his hands, his body, that he trusts me.And I’m scared. I’m scared that he trusts me s
“Dare…”It’s supposed to be a demand, but his cock hits my clit again as I speak, and the word ends up sounding more like a breathless plea.He chuckles, breaking our kiss and resting his cheek against mine as he deliberately fucks me without really fucking me. The rough stubble at his jaw scrapes against my skin, and a whole new burst of sensation shoots through me.“I want you to come like this. I want to feel you fall apart from my cock on your clit,” he murmurs roughly.My jaw drops open slightly, air suspended in my lungs as I forget how to breathe for a moment.I’m new to all of this. To sex. To this kind of intimacy.And especially to dirty talk.I don’t know why hearing him say those words is almost as good as the feel of his hard length rubbing against my clit. I don’t know why his rough voice saying things like that makes arousal pulse through my veins even more urgently.But it does. I like it. I like it so, so much.“I’m… I’m close,” I gasp. As dirty talk goes, it’s nowhere
SableDare kisses me again and then draws back, brushing my hair from my face. “I’m not the man I used to be.”“How so?” I ask quietly, trailing my fingertips over his broad shoulders. His skin is like satin and warmer than a ray of sunlight. “If you mean what just happened, you’re plenty of man. I thought we were going to knock over this tree.”He laughs out loud, throwing his head back as amusement glints in his brown eyes. His reaction sends a flash of warmth and affection through me. I’m not used to being the source of laughter for anyone, but I like it.“No, not that.” He chuckles again. “That was, as you implied, earth-moving.”He kisses me deeply for a moment, like he’s trying to relive the intense sex we just had. But as he draws back, his smile fades and he swallows, hesitating only briefly before he speaks again.“Since my pack was destroyed, I’ve turned into a lone wolf. Wild, angry… a little feral.” He flashes a wolfish grin that makes my heart skip a beat, but I can feel
sableAs my mates all head toward the door, Elder Jihoon pauses at my side and takes my hand. He pats the back of it gently, a knowing smile on his face.“I told you,” he murmurs. “I knew there was wolf in you, girl.”I nod my head in something like a bow, because his old-world presence has that effect on me. “You did tell me.”“You could have warned us about the witch though,” Trystan says, turning around to come back for me. He drapes an arm over my shoulders and presses a kiss to my hair, then herds me toward the door before Jihoon has a chance to reply.“Don’t sass the elders,” I chastise him as we pass through the large door into the golden light of the afternoon.He just chuckles, and we walk side by side away from the meeting house, making the short walk to Elder Jihoon’s home.The last time I was inside the elder’s tiny, cramped shack, it was heavy with the scent of incense, and I ended up racing from the room in a panic attack. Luckily, I’ve learned how to balance my emotions