Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
My wolf is anxious, watching him with bated breath, when suddenly Flint’s body tenses and he takes off.
Forest is hot on his heels before I can blink, and then I’m bringing up the rear. I don’t know how Flint knows where to go in this weather, but he does. I feel a warmth in my chest as we run as one, somehow our wolves bonding even tighter.
It’s a strange sensation, but I try not to think about it, instead focusing on helping Flint. If his mate is out here, we’ll find her.
We wind through the trees of the forest, the snow making everything quiet. After a few milestones, Flint stops abruptly, and Forest and I come up beside him. We stare down a side road that’s off the main highway. It’s not traveled much because it’s a back way to Dominic and Ruby’s house. I don’t think they even use it because there’s a better entrance that’s closer to their house a mile or so down the road. But looking at this narrow road in the woods, there are fresh tire tracks that are rapidly being covered in snow. Night has almost fallen, so it makes it impossible to see all the way down the stretch of road. Forest nods in the direction of Dom and Ruby’s house, and we all follow.
Up ahead I hear the sounds of what might be someone crying. I stop and turn my ears, my wolf on high alert. My brothers do the same and we look around. I spot something on the side of the road in the distance—it might be a car. The bank of snow is huge, but it could be under it.
Slowly we all walk over to where the noise is coming from. As we get closer, I can see it’s a small car that’s gone off the road and into a ditch and has since been covered by snow. Having a white car in this weather is dangerous, and if we hadn’t been out here whoever it is may have remained stuck.
The three of us shift and look at one another before we go down to the car.
“I hope they’re shifter. Otherwise three naked guys in a snow storm is going to cause a lot of problems,” Forest says as we go to the side of the car and dig away some of the snow around the driver’s side window.
When the window is clear, a small blonde that I’ve never seen in town before looks at us. For a second I think she’s going to freak out, but then there’s relief and a smile on her face. She must recognize we’re not fully human.
“Sit back and we’ll dig your door out. We’ll get you out of there,” Flint says, and she smiles at him, nodding.
She’s so small, but she’s utterly beautiful. Her white-blonde curls frame her face and her giant blue eyes look at us with so much hope and trust. I feel an immense need to pull her out of the car with my bare hands and hold her to my chest.
Sure, I’ve found shifter women nice looking before, but always at a casual glance. I never cared for them if they weren’t my mate, and it’s not like our cocks can get hard without them being the one. So, what was the point? But now as I stare at her, this small woman is stirring something inside me that I didn’t know was there.
I blink a few times, realizing that I’m not doing anything to help get her out, so I dig with my brothers. It doesn’t take long before her car door is uncovered and she pulls on the handle to open it.
She pushes it open, and I inhale. In an instant, the warm smell of home fills my lungs and I know then why she’s different.
“MINE!” I growl at the same time as my brothers.
Chapter 6
Luna
Everything happens so fast, and I try to keep up with what’s going on. One moment I’m sitting in my car, terrified I’m going to get stuck out in a snow storm for days and likely die. Now I’m surrounded by hot naked men who look like they’re about to come to blows over me.
I glance around at the three men that I know are shifter wolves based on their size and shape. Their faces have changed some because of the intensity between them, and my heart starts pounding.
Their three big bodies are hard as rock, with muscles on top of muscles. They’re all broad with bulging arms and thighs. I’ve never seen men more perfectly sculpted—or naked. Thick long cocks harden and grow in length as they stare at me. Oh god.
The three of them are claiming that I belong to them, and my legs squeeze tightly together. My body begins to hum with awareness and my nipples grow painfully tight. Heat curls up my spine, and I arch, wanting desperately to press my breasts against the fabric of my shirt to find some relief. Moisture pools between my thighs, and I feel the dampness soak my panties and then my jeans. Instantly my pussy is soaked and wetter than it has ever been before. I can even feel my lower lips throb with the desire to welcome one, or two, or three of the massive cocks pointing in my direction.