Trystan pushes me gently back onto the mattress and takes over the job of undressing me, peeling my pants and panties down my legs before tossing them away. Then he hooks my legs under the knees and drags me a little closer to him, lifting my ass off the bed a little as the tip of his cock grazes my soaked entrance.“This is what you want, Sable?” he asks, his voice both teasing and loaded with desire. “You want my cock?” He jerks his chin at Archer and Dare, who have settled on their knees on either side of us, fisting their hard lengths. “You want their cocks?”“Yes,” I whisper, my hips gyrating a little as I arch my back, desperate to feel Trystan slide into me. “I want all of you.”I don’t know quite how that’s possible, but it’s exactly what I want. I want them all. Not one after another—at the same time.Trystan groans softly. Then he notches his shaft at my entrance and drives into me. It’s a smooth, deep thrust, and the feel of him filling me completely makes me tip my head bac

“Ha, right.” I curl my lips in anger, then smile as I latch on to the familiar connection between us. Not so shabby—I found it in mere seconds. Maybe I really will get better at this. “Fuck you, Cleo.”With those parting words, I wrench myself away from the connection.As my soul is sucked back out of the black cave, relief fills me. I did it—I broke the connection and got the hell out of there before she could drain my essence dry of all life. But a small part of me stays tense, expecting Cleo’s sharp, magical grasp to wrap back around me and pull me into her clutches. It doesn’t happen though. Maybe I surprised her. Maybe I really did get the upper hand, God willing.Wind seems to rush around me as I’m whipped through the ether. But I don’t emerge back in the place I left. I don’t wake up in Archer’s bed with my mates.Instead, I wake up strapped to the table in my uncle’s basement.Clint looms over me, haloed by the halogen lamp that floods down from overhead. It casts harsh shadow

SableWe leave early the next morning before most of the village is even awake. We’re headed for North Pack territory—it’s the closest, so we can reach it the fastest. And it can also give us some distance from the rest of the shifters while I practice truly unleashing my magic.We don’t go alone, however. Even though the sigils are still actively guarding pack lands, we know now that they aren’t infallible, and it wouldn’t do to get caught alone and vulnerable by invading witches. Ridge chose some of his biggest, most loyal pack mates to come along and provide extra protection.I get the feeling they’re ready for an adventure when the five of them are the first to shift and take off ahead to scout. The way they run and leap reminds me so much of puppies let out into a yard after being cooped up in the house that it almost makes me laugh. I guess, in a way, they’ve all felt caged here in the aftermath of the battle.Ridge, Archer, and Trystan already spoke with trusted members of thei

SableI don’t think Dare has ever kissed me with anything less than his whole being. And this kiss is no different. It’s like a conduit for every emotion he’s feeling, and the force of it nearly overwhelms me as my tongue slides against his.His hands are everywhere on me. They slide through my hair, trail over my shoulders, and mark hot paths over my waist and hips before trailing up my spine to do it all over again.When he reaches down to palm my ass, squeezing the rounded flesh with hungry possessiveness, I nip at his bottom lip. He digs his fingers a little deeper into my skin, spreading my ass cheeks in a way that makes me blush at the same time it makes heat shoot through me.I slide up and down, coating his cock with my wetness as I tease us both with how close he is to slipping inside me.“Shit, moonlight.” He breaks away from my lips, only to bury his face in the crook of my neck and devour the sensitive skin there. His tongue traces my fluttering pulse, and then he scrapes

SableI push back against Cleo’s attack with my own power. Still gripping the doorframe, I envision a protection sigil in my mind, hoping it will give me just enough room to build my wall back up. For a second, I think it works. Cleo’s essence backs off minutely, and I can breathe. I snatch desperately at the last threads of my energy and attempt to weave my barrier back into place in my mind.But my efforts at fighting the witch off are in vain. I know it before she wins, but I try anyway, throwing every last bit of strength I have into keeping her out of my head.Then I’m snatched right off Ridge’s doorstep, and my spiritual essence flies through the bond into the astral plane.My soul is flung through a long, dark tunnel that’s shot through with smoke and sparkling silver lights like fireflies against a night sky. I flail my arms around me, hoping to catch hold of something and keep Cleo from dragging me all the way to her, but nothing is solid. Including me. The wind whips past my