All Chapters of Falk Clan Tales: Steamy Shifter Clan Romance of Power and Mate Bonds: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“OHMYGAWD!” Sunny shrieked as she clung to Devine’s back, nestled between two enormous spikes as he flapped his huge, bat-like wings through the frosty air above the pine barrens.He’d wanted her to get to know him, and the first thing that involved was a formal introduction to his Dragon. At first, they’d changed together, and Dev was astounded by the beauty of his mate’s brindled she-Wolf. Her golden eyes had followed him as he slipped into his scales, and both beasts seemed to understand and recognize each other on a level their human sides had yet to catch up with.Afterwards, Sunny had shifted back into her skin and asked him for a ride. How could he resist when she was so enthusiastic and tempting as she slid her clothes back on—sans panties?Fuck, this woman’s disregard for underthings was going to be his complete undoing. He felt her heated core pressed against his back, and even on his scales, he wanted her. She whooped and hollered, held him tight with her Werewolf stre

“How long do I wait, Nick? Fuck, I feel like I’m dying,” Devine growled, pacing their living room while a storm raged around their house.Normally, he liked them. There was something beautiful about the raw, elemental power of a winter storm in South Jersey. Waves crashed angrily against the shore and lightning broke the cloudy gray black sky apart into tiny ethereal fragments every time it struck. Winter was coming in quickly.“I am not the one who’s mated, brother,” Nicholas reminded him. “But if I had to guess, I would give her time to heal. I mean, you fucked up big time. Asking her to mate me, for one thing, which would be the best idea for any female since I am better looking, funnier, smarter, and my dick is bigger—what? Why are you wearing that expression?”Dev, I am sorry. Sorry, love. So sorry.“Did you hear that?” Devine asked—ignoring the whole bigger dick comment, which was a total lie, and turning to face Nicholas.“Hear what?”“Hello! Are you guys home?” Cast

Devine spent the next day with Nicholas, helping Sunny, and her family put the store to rights. They’d brought in one of their smaller crews to help with remodeling the outdoor roof, though Sunny opted to keep the enormous quartz columns.“They’ll remind me of you when you’re not here,” she whispered and nipped his lip.He would have to get used to her PDAs, but that wasn’t so bad. Hell. Who was he kidding? Devine could not keep his hands off her and he loved the fact that it seemed reciprocal.Christ, she was perfect for him. Here he’d thought the modern age had ruined his chances at finding happiness, but Sunny with her charming curls in wild, radiant disarray, her tight black leggings hugging her gorgeous ass, topped with a flowing, green blouse that she wore without a bra, and yellow Crocs on her feet, with little turkey charms stuck to them, could not have existed in any other time.His surprise mate was—in a word—breathtaking, and Devine could not have anyone better. T

Grrrrrrrr.Nick crushed the empty can of ale and cast it into the recycling bin. He should try to sleep, but as usual, rest eluded him. Thoughts of his past filled his head.Devine might have been Dragomir’s blade, but then Nicholas had been his hammer. Not as refined a swordsman as his brother, he’d used pure bulk and muscle to carry out the evil Chief’s commands. His strength had always been his blessing and curse.No Dragon on the Isle of Pain had bested him in a single challenge. It had gotten to where he’d been fighting almost nonstop. Even now, his beast could not rest, always waiting for the next throw down.Nicholas craved a mate. His Dragon could not settle without one. But the man was afraid. What if a mate was not enough to tame his powerful beast? After all, he’d been down this road before. Once upon a time, Nicholas thought he had found a suitable female in Constanza, but it was not meant to be. He’d come upon the maiden fair when scouring the eastern Italian coast

Minerva gasped, turning in a circle, mindful of her injured foot, as she took in the terrible state of her childhood summer home.This place was once her haven. Her grandmother had loved having the children stay with her during those long summer days, and Minnie fondly remembered making iced tea with the older she-Wolf.More memories came racing through her brain as her gaze roamed around the place—sitting on the porch swing with her cousins, watching the sunset after a long day of swimming, eating bowls of moussaka while binge-reading romance novels with Sunny in the tent Granny used to set up for them in the yard.Her best friend had often been included in their adventures, and all in all, it was a wonderful childhood. How many years had passed since she’d been entrusted with this place? How long since she’d left it to rot?Shit. Minnie had fucked up, big time. She’d let Gran down, and the guilt was so fucking thick it threatened to strangle her. Wiping her face, she concentr