Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Making the beginnings of our family.
I feel the magic in me springing to the surface. The words spoken over me tonight, the meaning behind them, the years this has been dormant inside me, waiting for me to realize everything I truly am. I don’t comprehend it all yet, but Mimi said it would be an evolution. That the years I should’ve been learning will not hold me back, that I’ll come into my knowledge, power, and magical purpose quickly. It’s already begun. Here, tonight, with my mate, starting my legacy.
I’m pulled back into this moment with nothing in existence but Stacy as her teeth clamp down on my throat. I roar out my elation, red sparks bursting from the air around me while I order “Shift!” and we snap to our wolf forms again, though her teeth remain lodged in my neck for three full heartbeats before she releases my skin, our eyes locking. Both confidence and cunning appear on her face as she savors the taste of me with her tongue tracing her mouth.
I’m meant to be the mate, the protector of Stacy Blackwood, the shy, timid, lovely wolf shifter. But I’m also insanely attracted to this sultry vixen she becomes when she’s in heat.
A noise erupts from my wolf’s body, part growl, part purr.
She darts away. Have I frightened her?
No; I can tell by the look she throws over her shoulder.
She wants me to chase her.
23
Jason Creed
Linc, Finn, Evander, and me are shifted to wolves, doing a night patrol of the northeast border of our village’s territory, about ten minutes from getting back to the village when I catch Greyson and his mate’s scents. The air is thick with the smell of sex.
I spot them in a clearing together about fifty or sixty feet ahead of us. We’re in the thicker brush and not likely detectible down to drinking that nasty blended concoction of juiced celery, kale, grapefruit zest, and catnip – a mix to hide our scents at the suggestion of Riley’s sister-in-law, the very sexy blonde Young witch.
Grey and his mate are too visible in that clearing what with the thick bush rimming the perimeter, spotlit by the bright and high moon. They’re tangled up together, fucking with abandon. Too exposed. Too fucking vulnerable. I’m surprised at Grey, until I see them shift to wolves and continue fucking and it dawns that Grey’s not thinking with the brain in his head right now.
Shit. My nose tells me Grey probably doesn’t have command of common sense right now, because his mate is in heat.
Finn and Evander are closer to them than Linc and me are and they’re blatantly watching.
Linc shifts and clips, “Fuckin’ chuckleheads,” under his breath and I follow suit as we move closer in order to catch their attention, which isn’t easy since they’re both gawking at the sight.
As we’re heading directly for the two younger shifters, there’s no way to not get more than an eyeful of what’s happening.
It’s rough-looking play and not just coming from Grey, which doesn’t fit what he said about his female being timid. There’s nothing shy about her as she rakes her nails across his back, looking like she’s having the time of her life while they battle one another for carnal dominance. Of course she’s losing, but they both look committed to continuing the sparring.
Linc’s and my eyes meet for a second before we wordlessly communicate, knowing what needs to be done. Get these horny young males to look away, give the couple privacy, but I’m sure he’s on the same page, knowing we need to stay close enough that we can lend aid if these two get into any sort of tight spot out here.
Both Grey and her seem unaware of their surroundings or vulnerability right now, which is unlike Grey, though the way they move, shifting to and from human form while fucking like their lives depend on it, it’s clear he’s focused only on her and the fact that she’s undoubtedly primed and ready to take whatever he gives.
I signal to Finn and my nephew to give them our backs. But as I’m using signals that these idiots don’t seem too keen to discern, the frenzied sounds of whirlwind shift-fucking get louder with the howling cry she lets out in wolf form as he mounts her and pushes her prone body into the dirt.
I let out a growl which makes Evander look away with a gleam in his eyes that I know is humor and I catch from my periphery that the Blackwoods are now in human form rolling on the ground together as Grey throws her legs up over his shoulders and pistons into her over and over while she cries out with wild abandon.
I hear a twin growl as Linc warns Finn for the same reason. Finn is about seven or eight years younger than us where my nephew Evander is just hitting nineteen and now in training to start contributing more to his pack than the status quo of being a shithead teenager.