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Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:07:07 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Brutally Mated (Shared Mates #3) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.books2020.com/brutally-mated-shared-mates-3-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:07:07 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/brutally-mated-shared-mates-3-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)

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They're not just going to breed me. They're going to make me beg for it first.

Flushed and panting from the chase, helpless arousal already dripping down my thighs, I know what comes next now that these savage wolf shifters have hunted me down and caught me.

They're going to tear my clothes off and claim me as their mate.

But as I'm made to take a second knot before my virgin body has even learned to take the first, spanked ass clenching as I buck and writhe, the truth hits me just as another brutal climax does.

I'm going to come this wildly, desperately hard for them every time they breed me.

Publisher's Brutally Mated is the third book in the Shared Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Tabby

“She’s a bit young for this, isn’t she?”

My head is tugged roughly to the side as a comb is pulled through wet tangles. I’ve been forced to take a bath, and I am not happy about it. The water was cold and the herbs they insisted on using made me feel like I was being marinated for the fire.

My father’s wives are arguing over my head. Talisa and Maidi are favored by my father at the moment, hence why he would have ordered them to hunt me down and drag me back to the den for this forced pampering.

“Who else are we going to give them?” Talisa asks. “There’s no other maidens. They’ll want a virgin. They always want a virgin.”

“She’s not even a proper hunter. Wraiths don’t count. What kind of wolf wants a mate who can’t hunt? She hasn’t taken her first true blood yet,” Maidi replies.

“Sure, but she’ll bleed tonight,” she says. They both laugh.

I don’t smile. I sit and I wait for the preparations to be done. There’s a cool wind whistling up through the mountains. The moon is waxing, but far from full. She’ll be a sliver of a guide in the dark tonight.

I’ll do my duty, like all my father’s daughters must. I hope it is not too painful, or too humiliating. I hope it is over quickly.

The wolf-women readying me for a night of breeding have pulled out the nicest things they can find for me. For the first time in quite some time, I am wearing a very nice dress. It might have been my mother’s once. Hard to say. When she died, everything pretty she had was taken by the other wives. They left her books to me, seeing little use for them.

This is the first time this much attention has been paid to me. I am the daughter of the alpha, but not eldest. Or youngest. I am the thirteenth daughter, and I have spent all my life in the wildest and most haunted land in the world.

Tonight I am to be given as a breeding sacrifice to a warrior from another pack who has come to do battle with the vampire threat in return for a mate. That’s what he believes, anyway. That is what my father will tell him when he arrives and is decorated and fed and given my body to use as he pleases. He will believe himself to be the savior of us all.

Once the ceremony is over, he and I will go out into the night, set up camp, and there I will be bred. He will be killed by what stalks the dark mountains, and I will return to the pack with a belly full of seed and fresh blood for our bloodline.

This is how my father chooses to maintain his territory. Other males are not allowed to live with us. He tells them that we are at war with a dark horde, and that he will give them his daughters in return for their expertise. The wolf-men who come here are not good. They are rough, brutal creatures excited by the prospect of dealing death to new creatures. They hear the chance to mate a female who has no choice but to allow them to knot inside her, and they accept it eagerly.

They do not understand the danger they are in. They come decorated from other battles, bloodied from previous fights. They think they know what they are to face, but they never survive long. The mountain is full of monsters. This is a place of predators. There is nothing here that is not at risk of being consumed.

“How are we supposed to make her look presentable with her skin so speckled and her hair so ruddy?” Talisa frowns at my hair and tries to curl it up against my head, as if that might stop it from being a bright red beacon. My hair has always been a standout among the pack. Most of us have bright blonde hair and blue eyes.

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Advertisement Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.books2020.com/savagely-mated-shared-mates-1-read-online-loki-renard Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:29 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/savagely-mated-shared-mates-1-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)

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Instinct made me their mate. They made me take it like a good girl.

I'm bent over the kitchen table in the sprawling estate of the three alpha shifters who lured me here to claim me as their mate, and the roughest of these brutes is about to ravage me again.

Meanwhile the second most infuriating of these assholes is holding my mouth closed to make me swallow everything he just gave me, all with my thoroughly-used ass still sore from a spanking.

And the worst part is I've been soaking wet for all of it.

Because my body knows its mates.

Publisher's Savagely Mated is the first book in the Shared Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Darcy

“She’s mine.”

“No. She’s mine.”

“You’re both wrong. She’s mine.”

I wish I was wearing more than my school pajamas. Even at twenty years old, these things are juvenile. They’re really not the attire to be facing three very large, very frightening men who are looking at me with competitive, possessive lust in their handsome gazes.

I’m used to getting in trouble, but not like this.

Each and every one of them is a musclebound fighter. Each one of them is capable of great violence and even greater cruelty. That’s all I really know. Other than that, they’re strangers to me. Three very attractive strangers who I individually managed to start some shit with and who now want me for… well. There’s no delicate way to put this.

Mating.

They’re more like animals than men, and that’s saying a lot, because I’m more beast than most.

I shouldn’t be in their presence, let alone in their captivity. But I wouldn’t run away even if I could.

Because I’m feeling the same thing they are.

Imagine the most intense desire in the world. Then imagine it multiplied by three. Imagine knowing you love someone more than yourself, but they’re a complete stranger. Then imagine that happening all at once again, and again, and again, one after another, all in a row.

I’ve been in trouble my whole life. Right now, I’m in more trouble than I could ever have imagined being in.

“We’re going to have to share her,” the dark, smoldering one with the piercing blue eyes says.

“I don’t share,” the stunning blond responds. This man should be on the cover of a magazine. He should be on the cover of all the magazines.

What the hell am I doing? I try to fight my way through the fog of lust to make some sense of things.

“There’s no choice. For any of us.” The oldest one speaks. He’s in his forties, with dark reddish hair, glittering green eyes, and the most intensely vicious paternal energy I’ve ever encountered. You can talk about dominant men. You can talk about alpha men. But this guy makes every other commanding male I’ve ever encountered seem like a… well, a sub.

I can usually trust in my ability to rebel, but right now, I’m regretting every choice that led me to this place of no sexual return.

I could have made better decisions. I could have stayed safe and sound in a literal fortress designed to keep me safe. But no, I had to sneak out one more time. Had to break the rules…

Yesterday, or maybe the day before…

The royal city of Eclipse sprawls out beneath the hallowed walls of the King’s Guard Academy. The city is bright, incandescent with brilliant yellows, purples, and greens. I can’t hear it from here, but I can imagine the sound of it. There’s traffic and life, people shouting, screaming, cursing, laughing. Eclipse is even busier at night than it is during the day. I’m not allowed there at any time.

I’m supposed to stay here behind thick walls of old stone construction where those loyal to the king train to guard his highness. This is where I belong, they tell me.

I crouch at the highest point of the academy, teeth bared to the wind, ears pinned back against my head as I breathe in the night just as it turns the corner to day.

There is nothing more invigorating than the night and the full moon. Energy flows from it to me. I half-close my eyes and let myself bathe in it. Sometimes I feel alone, but not here, not when I am like this. A wolf is not capable of feeling loneliness in the same way a person is. A person, finding themselves separated from society, struggles to stay sane. A wolf finds out who they truly are and becomes it unapologetically.

“Darcy!”

My name is shouted by an annoyed woman, standing down below on the level where the ladder to the rooftop sits. She’s the matron, and she has some limited authority over me when I take the human form that makes me smaller, weaker, and infinitely less interesting than this one.

“Darcy, come down from there this instant!”

Matron’s strident tone irritates me. Makes me want to leap from the very top of this rampart, but I know I’ll be hurt if I do, and wild as I am, I have been trained. My wildness has been blunted.

My fur abandons me first. I feel the cold of the air that was enjoyably bracing now beginning to chill me to my bones. I shiver as I become human again. Small, naked, curvy, short.

I climb down the ladder to the matron, who throws a blanket over me rather than wrapping it around me. Little gestures show her disdain, and there are so many opportunities for little gestures in a day.

“Put something on!” she harries me as I push the blanket off my head, scowling as if she is deeply offended by my nudity.

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Advertisement Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2) Read Online Loki Renard http://www.books2020.com/ruthlessly-mated-shared-mates-2-read-online-loki-renard Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:26:27 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/ruthlessly-mated-shared-mates-2-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Series: Shared Mates Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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I was in heat before they even tore my panties off.

There was a crowd watching when one of these bastards belted my ass and then claimed me for the first time, my virgin body bucking and writhing and coming all over his knot while the other two of these alpha brutes held me down and made me take what I needed like a good little mate.

But there was no one there to hear me moan and beg and scream with every desperate climax when they carried me off and took turns with me, filling me with their seed one after the other.

And it will be just us again tonight when they share me for the first time.

Publisher's Ruthlessly Mated is the second book in the Shared Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Kita

“My Rules. Apply. To. You.”

A very large, very handsome, and incredibly dangerous man is looming over me. His eyes flash with animal instinct and intense desire. He is twice the size of me, so large that one of his hands could wrap around both of my wrists. I know this because he’s holding me that exact way right now.

My ass is burning, not to mention exposed. The eyes of a whole mess of hardened criminals are on me.

His cock surges between my trembling legs. I am being taken. Ravaged. Mated.

These are all words, but there’s one that I can’t quite bring myself to acknowledge.

I can’t resist it, though. I cannot stop thinking it, even though I really don’t want to.

It forces itself through my mind. It lodges inside my head the same way his cock sheathes inside me.

Bred.

A few hours ago…

I had hoped to avoid this. I tried very, very hard to avoid it, actually. I sailed into this shady port under cover of darkness, hoping to find it largely empty and quiet.

It was anything but. I got in too early, after nightfall, but long before people pass out and I can do what I want to do without being seen. I have to wait for my cargo to be unloaded onto the truck I brought. I wanted to get out of here right away, but the cranes are busy and they won’t let me operate one by myself.

I hover on the dock, trying not to look uncertain, because uncertain means I’m potentially a target for people who are looking for easy targets. It’s not easy being a five-foot-fuck-all woman in a place like this. I am doing my best to look intimidating. I have thick, chunky boots, dark leather pants, and a long knife displayed prominently at my waist. I’m wearing a short jacket that bristles with patches and warnings, and a thick sweater that kept me warm on the journey over the sea. I hate traveling over water. It sloshes around and it sloshes you around with it. At least I started to feel better as soon as I made landing. This dock is a lifesaver.

The port is alive with light and sound and music. People are stumbling up and down the docks, intermittently falling into the water and pulling themselves up or being fished out by friends.

Others are lurking. There’s a lot of that here. This is not a port run by any regional authority. This is a private port, i.e., a smuggler’s port. It doesn’t officially exist, which means it is one of the most important hubs for commercial activity in the region. The far south is full of places like this, facilities and services that used to be run by humans back in the day, before werewolves and vampires came out of the shadows and demanded equal rights. The economy collapsed around the same time, and a lot of people say the two events are connected. Others say it’s because of inflation and over-investments in real estate by an increasing minority of owners, but that’s a lot less sexy than blaming it on dogs and bats.

This port is very supernatural friendly. I have already spotted several red-eyed vamps, and I can smell wolves all around. Normal people don’t care about supernaturals here, because they’re far too busy doing crime.

I’ve never been in Port Denhome before, but it’s living up to its reputation.

Everyone here is a criminal.

Including me.

I get a little thrill when I think about it that way. It’s like finally being embraced by my own kind. I don’t have to pretend to be nice or kind. Actually, being either nice or kind would get me killed. This is a place where the worse you are, the better you do.

I pace underneath a sign with the same message on it as most of the signs posted high and low. They clearly don’t want us to be able to say we didn’t see them.

All Cargo Taxed. Pay at the Bursar.

Shirkers Will Suffer Pain of Death.

I tell myself that in a lawless world, breaking the rules doesn’t mean much.

I tell myself I’m not doing anything wrong.

I tell myself it doesn’t matter that I’m doing something wrong.

This is a smuggler’s port, a place where people don’t respect anything besides physical force, and occasionally force of will. But mostly force. There’s a lot of force. Everyone bristles with guns, and flosses with piano wire. Great gums and no mercy. We don’t care about signs. So, I don’t care about signs.

I approach one of the dock workers, a man who is wearing no shirt and has a massive anchor tattoo across his back, as well as on each bicep, and on his pecs. He’s absolutely covered in tattoos of anchors. Almost like nobody told him that he could get anything else. He also has a very bushy and long beard all the way to his gut.

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