Dan“Where is she?” I came in to find the place lit up like a Yule tree and Liam in the kitchen stirring a pot that smelled like his “famous” chicken soup. It started out in a can, but he added so many ingredients it was hard to tell. You didn’t lose the female along the way, did you?”“If I had, would I be cooking her dinner? There was some steak left, too, so I thought soup and sandwich? And maybe we’d have a mug of soup to keep her company.”“And the trespasser we took into our custody is doing what right now?”“I was showering.” The bathroom door opened, letting out a blast of steam and the scent of our shampoo and soap. “For which I’m grateful.” Her blonde hair was wrapped in a towel on her head, her body enveloped in a set of my mate’s sweats, leaving only her face and hands and feet visible. But in the well-lit room, I was able to see what I hadn’t before. Those luminous eyes were green with flecks of gold and a gold ring around the iris. Her cheeks were flushed, her stance det

Liam“Are you out of your mind?” Dan’s eyes were so wide, I was afraid he might strain them. “What would make you offer something like that?”We’d fallen asleep at some point in the night, both of us, and I really expected to find our guest had left when we got up this morning. If it hadn’t been so dangerous, with the biggest storm in decades settled in for a while, I’d have been relieved if she left. I didn’t consider her a threat, at least not to anyone but herself. At least the cattle were in the pastures that offered some shelter, with fencing that would keep them close enough to take advantage of it.“Mia, I’m afraid you may have been injured more than you thought, yesterday,” I said, concerned for her welfare. “As soon as the snow lets up, we’ll send for the healer. Did you fall and hit your head at any point?”We were eating breakfast, oatmeal with brown sugar and, and drinking coffee at this point, and Mia had made the strangest offer I could imagine.“No, I did not hit my hea

DanI never knew, never even considered what it would be like to watch my mate kiss someone else. If anyone had asked how I’d feel under such circumstances, my reply would have been entirely negative, but watching Sawyer kiss Mia made my heart swell in my chest. I wanted them to love one another, to give each other pleasure. My wolf rumbled in contentment, chasing away any doubts I might have harbored about whether this little wolf was ours. Her prayers to the Goddess had indeed led her to us, where she belonged.Liam’s wolf was making the same sounds as mine, as his kisses deepened. For the moment, I lay back and allowed my two mates to connect. I would have my turn, many turns over our years together, provided she didn’t leave. She wanted it to be her decision, something her own father had tried to steal from her, and when I considered how close she’d come to being forced into that mating, my vision darkened in rage.We were together in our bed, a place that just a day or so ago had

DanWe’d made a good choice, spending time in the living room instead of going right to bed. Mia was nervous, clearly, as any woman in her position would be. Especially one who’d nearly been put to bed with a man she despised. While in the shower, Liam and I had reaffirmed our decision to do this, to continue to keep things slow and always her choice. Mia was trusting us to make our mating a good one. To set the tone for our life together.To show her what we had to share with her.“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I urged, stroking her soft curls back from her cheek. “If everyone is ready?”Liam sat up, releasing her breasts, but he didn’t say anything. “Everyone” meant our little female.Mia’s eyes opened, green and gold and soft, and wary. She studied me then Liam’s and then nodded. “I’m ready.”Liam nipped at her shoulder, and she jumped. “You sound like we’re taking you to the gallows instead of our mating. Are we that scary?”“Yes, a little.” But she gave us a shaky smile. “But I think

Mia Mia shivered as she scurried down the ramp from the plane at Mammoth-Yosemite Airport, California’s mini version of a real airport, which, she’d been informed, hosted two arriving and two departing commercial flights—max—most days of the year. Even though she’d arrived in spring, heavy snow lay all around, and the High Sierras had been pure white for most of the trip along the valley from LAX.It was only an hour-long flight, but she was already a day late thanks to the previous day’s snowfall, giving her only a couple of hours to get ready for the “date” her friend had set her up for. And no time at all to ski—which had been the lure that convinced her to go ahead with the date despite her misgivings. Walking across the tarmac, she kept her footing with difficulty, cursing her stupidity in wearing heels for travel, but who knew there would be no nice, safe jetway between the plane and the terminal—a terminal smaller than the DMV at home. If she’d made the arrangements for a clie