It didn't take long for John and Kody to assemble the wolves in the pack to search. Nathan hadn't taken a vehicle, which meant they could track him. They set out on foot to search for his trail. Well, Dana was on foot. The rest of the males adopted their wolf shapes. Dana trusted them to smell anything before it attacked. She had a different plan in mind. Nathan had tried to obscure his trail, and the wolves they'd brought along split into groups of four to follow the false leads. Dana trusted her instincts-and a tugging on her heart. She ended up leading John and Kody. Her pace through the dark forest increased as certainty of Nathan's location blossomed in her mind. Approaching the clearing where her whole life had changed, she slowed, not because of the voices she could hear but because of the sense of wrongness-evil-permeating the air. She walked carefully, lest she give away her presence, all the while straining to hear the conversation. What she did hear made th
Nathan held Dana and marveled that, after everything that had happened, she still wanted him. She'd saved him, not just from his monster of a father but himself. Nathan set her down and, when John cautiously approached, dragged him in close for a hug, a quick one. They were naked, after all. "Thanks for coming, brother," he whispered. Kody had no problem with a naked hug, and he tackled the two of them in his enthusiasm. "Woo! The terrible trio back in action again." It was only when they realized that Dana watched their naked huddle with twinkling eyes and a smirk that they broke apart with a lot of throat clearing and back thumping. "Um, guys, where did Roderick go?" Dana's hesitant words made them all whirl and peer, only to see that not only had Roderick disappeared, but the rogues had slunk off too. The question she wondered was did Roderick get up on his own, or did the rogues carry off their leader? The rest of the pack took that moment to show up,
Dana basked in the attention they laved on her. What a change. She'd gone from playing alone with herself to having three men-my mates-determined to please her. Kody and John had each laid claim to a breast, but while they both tortured her, their technique differed, from the way John liked to swirl his tongue around her areola to Kody, who liked to nibble. She would have arched at their touch had they not held her down. She craned to find Nathan, suddenly fearing he'd left, unable to handle the situation. But she found him, kneeling between her legs, stroking his cock. He caught her perusal and smiled, a slow, sensuous thing that made her quiver at the promise in it. He let go of his rod and bent forward, his mouth hovering over her sex. Dana moaned as he blew on it. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. She clenched tight, waiting for his touch, but when it came, it wasn't where she expected. He licked her anus, his wet tongue sliding across her rosette an odd s
Dana lay in a tangle of limbs that made her smile. How she'd made the jump from no mate to three, all at once, still baffled her at times, but she thanked her stars she'd come to her senses. It had been almost a month since the showdown with Nathan's dad, and while rogue activity had dropped, they were still constantly on guard. Dana had also taken to carrying a stake around along with her handy-dandy pistol. Nathan had confronted the Lycan council with the fact of his father's state of being, and things had turned ugly. For the council, that was. A number of packs backed him when Nathan asked for the entire council's removal and a trial for their misdoings, not that the cocky council members were admitting to anything. In the meantime, Nathan, along with some other pack leaders, had taken over interim leadership of the council. He'd already confided to her that if the post became permanent, the first thing he'd do was make changes to the pack laws to give women more rights
Fear gripped her so tightly she couldn't scream. Heck, she could barely breathe with that thing approaching her. This must be a nightmare. What else could explain the towering, gaunt creature that approached her with its facsimile of humanity and glowing red eyes. Where else but from the dark depths of her fearful subconscious could a monster with fangs and such a cruel smile exist? "You're not real," she muttered, her tone unsure and wavering in the dank air of the cement-block cell. She turned her head, refusing to stare at the smirking monstrosity that glided toward her with unseemly grace. However, taking in the scene around her didn't do anything to reassure her already shot nerves. Like a scene from a horror movie, she found herself manacled to a wall, her arms stretched up over her head, drawing her up on tiptoe and forcing her muscles to strain. Naked limbs meant the chill air of the room rolled over her helpless body, raising bumps on her skin and
Twenty-four hours earlierÉ Bailey looked around her one-bedroom apartment and sighed. Friday night, and once again, she found herself alone. And not just alone but without even a television for entertainment because hers had decided to die after a bright burst of light on the screen shrank until only a black reflective surface stared back at her. Replacing it at eight thirty on a Friday seemed foolish-and piteous. However, without it to numb her mind, exactly what would she do with the rest of her evening? The thought of reading didn't appeal, and neither did going to bed or staring at her wall. I could go see a movie. Alone? That seemed too pathetic even for her. Just a month ago, none of this would have required any thought. She'd have either spent the evening with her boyfriend, Tom, or called her girlfriend Becky to go out. Not anymore, although chances were Tom and Becky were hanging out-together. The two-timing jerks. The discovery they'd gotten involved a
Gavin didn't welcome Wyatt's interruption, and neither did his wolf. He especially didn't like the interest in his pack brother's eyes as he looked upon the human female who'd literally bumped into him. Something about the dark-haired, shy creature drew him-and made him harder than a rod of steel. Damn, he didn't remember the last time, if any, the simple presence of a female affected him so. When he took his leave, with a promise to return later, he meant it, especially after his brief taste of her skin and scent. Even though the woman was obviously not pack, she called to him. Only a stupid wolf, or one determined to limit himself by frolicking only with his kind, would ignore her appeal. In the Lycan world, the males outnumber the females in large numbers. And the she-wolves they had weren't for casual fucking. If a Lycan maid caught a male's eye, then he either mated with her or went without. A male wolf also had to accept his place as only one of several mates. L
Waking up with a pounding head didn't bode well, but regaining consciousness to realize she hung, naked and manacled, spread-eagle, totally beat any hangover. And scared the bejesus out of Bailey. Everything in her body hurt. Pinpointing the origin of her pain proved elusive, though. Even her teeth and hair ached. It made her scared to open her eyes. Was I involved in an accident? She didn't even own a car, let alone recall getting into one. The last thing she did remember was the bar and that handsome cowboy who'd left her sipping on her drink as she wandered around, getting in the mood to dance, then . . . nothing. A dark figure with glowing eyes . . . The feeble image slipped away. A hazy fog clouded her memories, and fear joined the agony of her body. Someone slipped me a Mickey. All the warnings she'd heard over the years, mostly paranoid speeches from her mum, ran through her mind. And yet, she'd guarded her drink, or so she thought, receiving it dir