Sable“You’ve put yourself first one too many times, Ridge,” Lawson goes on, malice in his words. “That ends now.”Lawson’s statements ring so blatantly untrue that I feel like everybody in this room has to disagree with him. I’ve never known a man more likely than Ridge to put someone else first, ahead of his own needs and wants. Surely, someone will argue that point? God knows I can’t, since I’m the one who dragged Ridge away from his pack these few weeks. Anything I say would probably give Lawson fodder for tearing into his brother, telling everyone how Ridge is off fucking his whore when he should be leading the pack.But the room remains silent. The scuffle of feet on the concrete rises up into the quiet air, yet nobody speaks up. Nobody argues. Not even the group of elders, all of whom are giving Lawson looks of irritation.Ridge, though, looks stricken. He’s staring at his brother like he’s lost his way, some expression that looks entirely too close to guilt on his face. I’m d

DareWhile Archer and Trystan focused on the threat ahead of us, I took a step back to keep an eye on the rear.I know intimately that it’s hard to keep an eye all around you. One wolf can’t watch three-hundred-sixty degrees. Not when standing. Not when moving. Your blind spot could easily turn into the place where your enemy attacks and kills you.But with Sable and the other three shifters, I feel like we make a complete team. We have eyes on all points, and better still, we all trust one another to keep watch and protect each other.It’s a weird feeling. I’m not used to it, and sometimes—especially after Sable’s transition to witch—I haven’t been sure I can even trust my own gut anymore. Because my gut told me we make a good team. My gut told me Sable was meant to be mine. Then everything fell apart.Now, I’m standing behind a wolf more fucking beautiful than I’ve ever seen before. At first glance, her coat is white as snow, but a second look proves that’s not true. She’s shot thro

sableTrystan moves behind me, and his fingers tease my hair away from one shoulder so he can place a warm kiss on the sensitive area where my neck meets my shoulder. His hands slip around my body and he grabs a fistful of the blanket, gently pulling it away from my naked skin. Cool air rushes in as the blanket pools at my feet.“My mate. Our mate,” he says reverently, his lips brushing over my shoulder. His palms slide over my stomach, inching toward my hips.“Little wolf,” Ridge growls into our kiss.The rumble of his deep voice and the sound of my nickname on his lips makes a pleasurable shiver run through me. He called me that the night I gave him my virginity, even though neither of us believed it to be true at the time.But now?Now I know that it is true, and the possessive way he says those two words makes me feel the mate bond between us all the way down to my bones.Our kiss deepens. The hungry, steady exploration of his tongue on mine raises my body temperature. I’m so lost

sableTrystan makes a strangled noise in his throat, and a fresh wave of arousal almost undoes me. They like seeing me like this. The days when it seemed like the four men would fight over me, when jealousy and possessiveness would occasionally ripple through our small group?Those days are gone.“Dare!” I gasp out again, unable to hold back any longer. Some of the courage I found with Trystan rises to the surface as I blurt, “Please. Fuck me!”All the men react to that. It feels like someone turned up the heat in the room as Dare curses under his breath, drawing his hips back to line himself up with my entrance. Then he surges forward, filling me in one long, deep stroke.I do just what he asked. I watch every moment of it. It’s dirty and overwhelming and one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. When he’s buried to the hilt inside me, he drops his head to give me a searing kiss. Then he begins to move, driving in and out as the men around me begin to touch me again.Once more, I los

ArcherSable’s fear is visible in her big blue eyes. I can only imagine that the thought of returning to her uncle’s house fills her with the kind of dread I carry around with me regarding the witches. Neither of us would want to return to the site of so much pain and humiliation without a damn good reason.But behind her fear, there’s determination too. This Sable isn’t the scared little lamb I talked into staying with us that first day I met her, on the day of the council meeting. This Sable has grown and changed—physically, mentally, and emotionally. She’s not giving in to her fear like she used to. Her face is hard and unmoving, ready to take on every single alpha in this room if it means she gets her way.I’m so proud of her my heart feels like it could burst.“There’s not a chance in hell,” Trystan snarls, cutting his hand through the air and looking around at the rest of us for support. “Your uncle would kill you sooner than look at you.”“You’ll stay here. With Amora,” Ridge s