LOGIN“You smell even better than I remember,” Jaylon whispered, sweeping Becca into a one-armed hug on the train’s platform.“It’s been two days since we last saw each other, Jaylon. Not two years.” She kissed him with a smile, her insides singing that he was here and still hard at the sight of her.“Uhm, I’ve got us booked at a hotel in Burlington.” Becca stepped back from him to catch his reaction.“A hotel? Why?” He frowned.Becca winced inside. This was it. “I need to talk to you, and to be honest I have a sneaking suspicion you have something you need to say to me as well.”“That obvious?”She shrugged. “Well, we did say we would give it a week or so before springing each other on our respective clans.”“There is something we need to discuss. In fact, my father was supposed to come with me today, but he’s ill and I didn’t want him to make the trip.”“I’m sorry, Jaylon. Is it serious?”“Multiple Sclerosis. Shifters don’t usually get sick like that, but for some reason we’ve had a rash
Becca’s brows knotted and she looked from Lucilla to the others at the council table. “What solution? I’ve already made my choice, and it’s Jaylon Ross. My cat wants him, and so do I. Case closed.”“The case isn’t closed, Becca. Far from it.”She whirled on her heel at the familiar voice. “Alastair.” His name was barely a whisper on her lips as she stared at the man’s face.Man. Ha! Alastair Reece was barely ten years old when she met his brother Nick at a scenting ceremony all those years ago.“How dare you show your face here! You killed my brother!” She spun, swinging an accusatory hand toward the council. “And you! Why don’t you just spit on my father’s grave! On Charlie’s grave!”Lucilla stood. “Calm yourself, child. No one here has any love for Alastair Reece or his claim to be the ragtag Prime of the Wind River Pride. A position he took by force, no doubt.”Becca’s eyes narrowed at the man. “Prime, is it? And how many of the old Prime’s family had to die to bring about this cla
“Well, you don’t smell different,” Lyssa commented with a laugh.Becca looked across to her friend in the driver’s seat. “Why in the world would I?”Lyssa shrugged. “Because you said you lost count of how many times you got off with that wolf.”“Again with the wolf thing. Give it a rest, Lys. He’s a guy. A guy I really, really want.”Lyssa made a sad attempt at a low whistle. It sounded more like a croaking animal. “Still.”“He didn’t mark me, if that’s what you’re worried about.”Lyssa pulled over to the side of the rural highway and put her truck in park. “He didn’t mark you? How?”Becca flipped her hair back. “No bite marks, Sherlock. See?”Her friend ran her hand over the nape of Becca’s neck, feeling for anything different.“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy. Seriously, Lyssa? Find anything?”Lyssa pulled her hand back and shook her head. “No. Just the faded marks that have been there for ten years.”“Twelve, but who’s counting.”Lyssa pursed her lips, considering. “What did yo
“He’s a cat. A leopard, to be exact.” Jaylon’s gaze didn’t waver from the old man.Matheus took the information in stride. He didn’t nod or balk, just kept a steady gaze toward the head of the council’s table.“Neither of you seem surprised.” Jaylon’s eyes shifted from his father to the old counselor, ignoring the others in the room.“Gerri Wilder is an old friend, Jaylon,” his father began. “She matched your mother and me decades ago, so if she matched you with this feline, then I’m fine with it. In the end, who you mate is your decision.”Wyatt turned from his son to the elder. “Matheus, don’t you agree?”“No, I don’t.” The old council member inhaled before continuing. “Nevertheless, the council didn’t stipulate species, so I have no choice but to honor Jaylon’s choice. You are our Alpha, and if you feel this cat can take her place as your Alpha Female even though she has no clue about us or our ways, then so be it.”Jaylon’s eyes widened at the man’s glib answer. “Our ways? Since w
“Why do you think I picked this particular cottage? It’s secluded, Bec. Bathing suits are optional.” He winked.She shook her head. “Oh, no. That water is freezing!”Dropping their bag on the porch, Jaylon kicked off his sneakers and picked her up in his arms. “Not with me to keep you warm.”She squealed, kicking and squirming. “Don’t you dare! Jay! I mean it! No!”Ignoring her, he walked straight into the water until they were waist deep and completely soaked.“I’ve been imagining you in a wet t-shirt since this morning in the shower. How the wet fabric molds every curve and puts each hard nipple on display, just waiting for my hands and my mouth.”He cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I can’t get enough of you, Becca. No sooner do I come inside you than I’m like rock again.”A wave crashed against Becca’s back, knocking her off balance, and she stumbled against Jaylon’s chest.“Between you, your words, and the waves, I can’t keep my balance,” she murmured.“I want you off balance, Be
Becca couldn’t contain her shock. “We’re going fishing?”He gave her a sly shrug. “Could be. You said you loved all things ocean.”She picked up her pace to keep up with him as he walked double time toward the gangplank. “I did, but I never said anything about fishing.”Glancing at a few white tubs along the dock filled with fish guts and blood, she swallowed back on her breakfast. “Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick.”He laughed, taking her by the hand to pull her up the ramp onto the boat. “That’s chum, but it’s not for us. We are just spectators on this jaunt.”“Your idea of fun is to watch people fish?”“No, silly. Not to watch people fish, but to watch the largest fish in these waters.” Jaylon smiled, watching the surprise bloom on her face.“Well, mammals, actually,” he continued. “Whales aren’t fish. They’re warm-blooded and nurse their young.”A large grin took her mouth and she laughed out loud. “Whale watching? For real?”He nodded. “Why else would I wake you at such an
Brecc stood by a giant trunk, taming the animal inside. He’d spent half the night up, angry and frustrated with himself for speaking out of turn where Charlotte was concerned. Eros had told him he would need to tone down his possessiveness. Good fucking luck with that one.Aside from Alyx who was m
Barely weighed a thing? She questioned his sanity more and more each time he spoke. She glanced at Eros who shook his head with a stern expression on his face.“Let us carry you, Charlotte.”With her arms around his neck, she held on to him. She wore a pair of sweat pants that on Earth would allow
Charlotte carried an overnight shoulder bag with clothes and a lightweight coat. She was used to low temperatures and a few days of snow wouldn’t kill her. She was supposed to meet her transport and was late.Stupid room made it harder to wake up, making the bed and everything in it so inviting.Sh
Charlotte woke with a headache. She’d been awake half the night even though her room had tried hard to help her relax. The events of the previous night were still clear in her mind. Eros took Razzy home, back to the Dragos land. It took everything in Charlotte not to break down and cry with the gir







