Primal Desire

Texas Wolf Pack 2

Primal Desire Megan learns that she and her entire family are witches, living side by side with a pack of wolf shifters. Hoping to clear her head, she rides her horse through unfamiliar land and is thrown into the arms of a dangerous and sexy wolf shifter. Driven by ancient guilt, Luke lives isolated on his land, apart from his tribe. When the gorgeous witch rides onto his property, her sweet scent awakens primal instincts deep inside him. After taking Megan to his cabin to heal from her injury, Luke's need to wholly possess Megan overwhelms him. As their passions burn hotter, old wounds are exposed. Will this lone wolf open his heart to the one woman who can save him? Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy, Shape-shifter Length: 25,140 words

PRIMAL DESIRE Texas Wolf Pack 2

Kris Cook

EROTIC ROMANCE

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PRIMAL DESIRE Texas Wolf Pack 2 KRIS COOK Copyright © 2012

Chapter One “Sis, I can’t believe you’re pregnant.” Megan Bullion shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what she’d just learned from her elder sister Kate. “It’s true.” Kate patted her belly, which did look to Megan as if she’d put on a couple of pounds. “About a month already. It’s too early for the doctor to tell, but Gran is absolutely positive I’m having twins.” Kate had always been a knockout with her long, blonde curls and hourglass figure. Their other sister, Heather, constantly turned heads, too, with her auburn locks and gorgeous physique. So unlike Megan, with her dark, unruly hair she struggled to tame each morning and a body that seemed to put on pounds easier than breathing. Hard to believe they shared the same DNA. Still, there was no sibling rivalry between Megan and her sisters. Kate and Heather had always been Megan’s best friends, and being with a pregnant and so very happy Kate now made her warm inside. “You look radiant, Kate.” “I feel amazing.” She stood up and patted her belly. “Can you see a baby bump?” “Not yet. I’ve never seen you like this. And Gran always called

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me the reckless one.” “I guess I surprised everyone.” Her sister sat back down and smiled. “You like our place?” Our place? God, this is surreal. “Yes. It’s great.” “Why don’t you stay with us? With Gran away, you’ll be banging around the old homestead all by yourself.” Gran’s house, just outside of Mertzon, had been their childhood home. Megan had been away for a couple of years, but she’d never stopped missing it. “I need the peace and quiet, Kate. Besides, Gran said she would be home tomorrow.” Megan wasn’t ready to face the weird dynamic of a plural relationship between her sister and the twin brothers, Troy and Rance Keekoti. “A little reading and time alone will work just fine for me.” “You’re not the loner in the family. Heather is. You’ll be back here in two shakes. Besides, I would love to run some wedding ideas by you.” “Seriously, the last few days at my job kicked my butt, and I want some downtime. I promise to make it to dinner Friday.” “That’s three days from now.” Kate’s lower lip stuck out. “Well, I guess I’ll have to just be satisfied with my guys.” Then the lip went in, and she smiled. “Are you really sure about this? I love West Texas, but you know how people gossip around here.” “Let them gossip. It’ll give them something to entertain themselves with.” Kate reached across the kitchen table and took Megan’s hand. “Honestly, sis, I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.” Megan believed her. Kate had always been so serious, and when she went away to college, she’d gotten even more serious. Now, her whole air was relaxed and a bit silly. “I’m really glad you’re happy. I just never would’ve imagined you would’ve come back to Mertzon for good or would’ve settled down with any man, let alone two.”

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“Me either. I plan on opening up a practice in San Angelo after the twins are born, but my men think I should wait a few years. They keep claiming it has something to do with tribal law, but I know better. They’re overprotective.” “You’ve always had a thing for Troy and Rance, no matter how much you denied it, but they’ve always been so cool with you. How the hell did this happen? Details.” “Well…it’s a long story.” Megan nibbled on the brownie that Kate had put in front of her. Kate cooks now? All the loose ends of her sister’s life had been tied up into a neat, pretty bow. Megan’s loose ends dangled and knotted into a complete hot mess. Fresh from being laid off from the law firm in Dallas she’d worked at as a paralegal for the past two years, Megan had nothing but time. “Stop stalling. Get to it. I’m a big girl.” Kate looked nervous, suddenly avoiding eye contact. Megan wondered what she could be having so much trouble telling. She’d already delivered the bombshell about living with two men and being pregnant. What could be more difficult to share than that? “I think it might be best if we wait for Gran, Megan.” “Why? We’re sisters for God’s sake. We’ve always told each other everything. Now, spill it.” “Okay. You remember when we were girls and Gran told us she was a witch?” “Yes.” Kate nodded. “She really is.” “Come on, Kate.” “I’m not kidding. She’s a witch, and so am I. You and Heather might be, too.” Megan couldn’t believe her ears. “That’s ridiculous.” “It may be, but it’s true.” “Prove it.” “What do you mean, Meg?” “Make a believer out of me. Cast a spell. Work some hocus-

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pocus. That’s what it’ll take to convince me.” Kate frowned. “I’m not really that experienced.” “Just as I thought.” She folded her hands over her chest. “Fine. Let me get my book.” Kate stood and walked to the stove. She opened the cabinet to the left of it and pulled out an ordinarylooking tome. “Gran gave it to me. Very rudimentary spells. Look for yourself, sis.” Megan took the book and opened it. The pages were yellowed and so delicate. Clearly, it was very old and handwritten. “Read the opening paragraphs, Meg.” In the winter of fifteen hundred sixty-two, as men mark years, to honor our mother, the most high and mightie Enchantress, Sophia of Bullion, whereas she bestowed upon us, her three daughters, the wisdoms which hath bene laboured by those who came before, an ancestry of womankind, who deserveth esteem and much respect, yet findeth but cold suspicion instead of welcome, we the last of such a mightie matornage, Elisabet, the eldest, Anne, the between, and the youngest, Ruth, to make safe for our descendents that cometh after, we place quill to parchment such spells and incantations our dear, departed mother taught us. Megan was dumbfounded by what she read. “These are original? The spelling and grammar remind me of some of those archaic English pieces Mrs. Carson demanded the class read in high school.” “Not Shakespeare, but very old. Yes, though according to Gran, they were scrolls first. Sometime when our family came to the New World, they were bound into several volumes. This is the first and oldest. All the books are spelled, too.” A giddy energy surrounded Kate. “Can you feel the magic on this one, Meg?” She could feel something akin to static electricity. “You are just messing with me. Has Gran put you up to this?” “No. It’s all true.”

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“Fine, Kate. I’ll play along. Why are the books all spelled?” “To keep them from disintegrating. Isn’t that cool?” Her sister’s conviction about this crazy tale stunned Megan. “You’re serious about this. Are you sure this isn’t just another one of Gran’s elaborate ruses to amuse us? She’s pretended to be a witch for years.” Kate shook her head and took the book back. She turned several pages until landing on a certain page that seemed to satisfy her. “You said to prove it. This should work fine to do that. No potion, just an incantation.” Megan’s nerves jumped. Was her sister really going to perform magic? She’s got to be pulling my leg. She grinned and mocked, “Please, don’t turn me into a frog, sis.” “Nothing like that.” Kate nodded then put the book on the counter. She closed her eyes. “Kimirick vee. Mimirick teven. Kimirick vee. Orktoll teven…” As her sister continued saying the incomprehensible words, Megan sensed an electrical charge in the air. It seemed to grow with each syllable Kate uttered. When her sister spoke the last word, Megan’s vision blurred. She couldn’t focus on Kate sitting only two feet from her. Suddenly, her sight cleared. The person in front of her was no longer Kate. Instead, the woman Megan saw on the chair made her soul quake. “M–mom?” Her mother’s lips moved, but the voice Megan heard was Kate’s. “Crap. Do I look like Mom?” Dumbstruck, Megan nodded. “Sorry, sweetie. I screwed up the spell.” Instantly, her mother’s image softened then became Kate. Megan’s jaw dropped. “You’re a witch.” “I was trying to look like Heather with the spell, but Mom came to my mind just as I was speaking the words.” Her heart thudded fast in her chest. “You’re really a witch.” “I am. Are you going to be okay?”

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“I suppose so.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m a bit overwhelmed, to say the least. This is all real.” “I’m sorry about looking like Mom.” Kate took Megan’s hand and squeezed. “I wish she were still with us. She would’ve loved being a grandmother.” “Yes, she would have. Learning that my sister is in an extremely nontraditional relationship with two men and carrying their baby seems to pale with this revelation.” Kate shrugged. “I should’ve waited and let Gran tell you.” “I’m glad you told me. So all Gran’s games and stories about witchcraft weren’t just to entertain us when we were kids?” “All true, Meg.” Megan’s hands trembled like leaves in a brisk wind. “Seeing Mom again…” Kate came around the table and put her arm around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that.” “Was Mom a witch, too?” “Gran told me she had some of the gift. Worked a few spells but then gave it up after marrying Dad.” “She should’ve turned him into a rat. That would’ve been fitting.” Kate laughed, but Megan could hear the sting in it. Their dad had left years ago and had never returned. “You know, if he ever shows up, I might work a little magic of my own that would make his head spin.” “I bet you would.” Megan recalled him giving her a dollar bill for her only present for her fourth birthday. That would have been a nice gift if he hadn’t just bought himself a bottle of whiskey and two packs of cigarettes that same day. “If it turns out that I have magic of my own, I might just help you.” “Meg, there’s one more thing I should tell you.” “Don’t you think I’ve heard enough for one night? I’m going to have to process this for a while.” “Troy and Rance are werewolves.”

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“What the hell!” “Actually, the correct term is wolf shifters.” Kate turned to one of the last pages. “I earmarked this one. This is about shifters like my hubbies. Look.” She pushed the open book over to Megan to read. I, Doranne, descendant of Elisabet, beseech my sisters of Bullion to always be kind to the sons of Loneekawa, children of the moon. In the summer of sixteen hundred seventy, two Loneekawa warriors rescued me and three of my sisters from certain death from the inquisitors of the county of Essex in the Province of Massachusetts. Just as the evil men were about to chain us for trial, the two warriors invoked their ancient magic, changing into wolves before our very eyes… “What the fuck? Werewolves.” Megan covered her face with her hands. “Crazy but true, sis.” She opened her eyes and looked at Kate, the pregnant witch who was engaged to not one but two werewolves. “So our family has been intertwined with the tribe for hundreds of years?” Kate nodded. “And I am going to tie the knot with two of its sexiest braves.” “Why not? Everything I thought I knew about the world, my Gran, and my sister turns out to be wrong.” A thought raced through Megan. “What about your twins?” “Shifters for sure. They might also have the gift, but Gran isn’t sure about that part yet.” A million thoughts whirled in her mind, and if any one of them were ever shared with a mental professional, it would win her a oneway ticket to the loony bin. “So, is there anything in this book of yours that will tell me if I’m a witch like you or not?”

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**** Luke Keekoti’s shifter senses went into overdrive as his nostrils caught the hint of an irresistible scent coming from south of his cabin. Since his home was exactly in the center of his ranch, the seductive odor had to be coming from a trespasser—an ovulating female. Luke took in another big whiff of the air, causing his dick to harden, his balls to grow heavy, and a hunger to burn deep inside him. What the fuck! Sure, he hadn’t had pussy in more than a month, but his current reaction to this woman was new to him. He was on the edge of rushing to the trespasser, pulling her body to his, and fucking her senseless, though he had no idea what she even looked like. She couldn’t be from around here since the entire county, including his tribe, knew it was best to leave him alone. Luke made only four trips a year to Mertzon to stock up on supplies. When he needed to feed his lust, he would travel outside the county to San Angelo or even to San Antonio, keeping the women he bedded in the dark about who—or what—he was. Supply and sex trips were the only times he ever saw another person. He liked it that way. It suited him. Now this female, who smelled like spice and caramel, was screwing up his routine, and that pissed him off. He curled his hands into fists. Could she be his mate? That would be fucking terrible. Luke knew the tribal lore about life mates. Though he steered clear of society, he’d learned about his cousins, Troy and Rance, recently discovering their mate in Kate Bullion. If the female intruder was his mate, he’d make sure, whatever it took, that she left and never came back. If he failed, her very survival would be in jeopardy. Luke realized that he had no idea what she looked like. She could’ve been hideous for the little he knew. Hoping that a good look at the woman might quell his growing thirst, Luke opened his front door quietly, even though the female, being human, would have no chance of hearing him. He lifted his chin and inhaled deeply. Another

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smell alerted his senses that approaching the woman in wolf form would be fruitless. She’d not come on foot or by car but on horseback. Even if Luke didn’t transition, the four-hoofed bag of glue would definitely alert the woman of his presence once he got within half a mile of her. The best idea would be to stay put, but with the woman’s scent filling up his lungs, he couldn’t. Instinct was kicking in full throttle inside him. All engines were firing. Luke shook his head, trying to use his will to calm the fire inside him. But it wasn’t working. His fangs extended. He was shifting. Ancestral, instinctual urges ripped him in pieces and prodded him to run to the woman producing the scent. He wasn’t sure if he could rein in his growing desires once he found her. His willpower was being tossed aside like child’s play by his more primitive nature to possess. Latching on to a thread of his logic, he pulled his pistol from his holster and fired several shots in the air. The intruder was near enough to hear the gunfire. Barely on the edge of sanity, Luke prayed she would jump on her horse and ride off so that her seductive odor would dissipate. If not, well…the lesson he would give her for coming onto his private property without an invitation might be harsh, if not deserved. Fuck!

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Chapter Two The sound of gunfire in the distance jerked Megan’s attention from her reading. Nightmare, Gran’s horse, must’ve heard the shots, too, as he nearly bucked her off his saddle. Megan pulled hard on his reins and was able to stay seated, but she nearly dropped Kate’s spell book in the process. She clutched the tome with her left hand and the reins with her right. The shots must be from hunters. But the families in the ranches that neighbored Gran’s land didn’t allow hunting on their properties. Though not expecting an answer, she asked aloud to the empty, cool air, “How far could I have ridden?” Megan looked around and didn’t recognize the locale, and she realized that she might actually be several miles from Gran’s. Though the horse was temperamental with most, with Megan, her sisters, and Gran, he acted like a kitten. Megan had ridden Nightmare so many times that she usually let him saunter where he liked, knowing he wouldn’t lead her under a low-hanging branch or into a stream. After learning that she might be a witch two days ago, Megan was more than willing to give him free rein since she wanted to read Kate’s spell book while riding. “Hello!” She hoped that whoever was hunting might hear her yell and stop shooting. The gunfire seemed to have come from her left, where the sun was setting. Gran’s house had to be to the east. “Okay, Nightmare, let’s get home before it’s too dark for me to see the trail.” She gently kicked the horse from her stirrups and made a clicking

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noise, but her ride didn’t budge. Instead, Nightmare began to snort and paw the ground with one of his front hooves. “Steady, boy. It’s okay. The hunter has to be at least a mile away.” But the more she talked, the more agitated the horse became. He began to buck, and she jerked on the reins. But there was no change in Nightmare. She gripped the leather tight with both hands, letting Kate’s book fall to the ground. If I survive this, I’ll come back for it. “Whoa!” Megan stayed in the saddle even though she couldn’t get back in control of Nightmare. Just as she spotted the shadow of a person at the edge of the clearing, Gran’s horse turned and made a mad dash in the opposite direction of the silhouette. The hunter? No time to worry about that now. At first, she thought Nightmare might gallop all the way back to Gran’s house with her on top of him. But that changed when she spotted the direction the horse was headed in. A low-hanging branch was dead ahead of them. She tugged on the reins once again, but no luck. Nightmare was in a full-tilt panic. Megan tried to jump from the horse and off the saddle to the ground, but in her own panic she’d wrapped the reins too tightly around her hands and couldn’t free herself of them. She closed her eyes tight and braced for the impact ahead. But instead, something from the left hit her in the side and knocked her off the horse. Her hands finally jerked free of the reins. She felt the form roll past her as she hit the ground with a thud. She rolled over the hard earth several times before coming to a stop. She took a deep breath and became aware of the aches and pains the fall had produced in her body. Opening her eyes, she looked for the man who had knocked her out of the saddle in the nick of time. She wanted to thank him for saving her. “Hello?” she asked, looking around. No one close…well, no human. At least a quarter mile away, Nightmare continued his flight up

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the hill. When she looked to the tree line to her left, she knew why he’d been so spooked. The black eyes and bared teeth of the lone wolf told her everything she needed to know. Had the beast been the one who knocked her off Nightmare? If so, the thing had to be rabid and was likely about to make mincemeat out of her. Then she remembered what Kate had said about Troy and Rance. They were shifters. Could this wolf actually be one of the members of the Loneekawa Tribe? She shifted her legs closer, preparing to stand or run, whichever she would need to do. “Hi. You wouldn’t happen to be a man in wolf clothing?” The beast didn’t move but continued glaring at her. Now, she felt stupid for asking. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she realized Nightmare was long gone. She’d been foolish to take a ride without a pistol. Gran had taught her and her sisters to shoot early on. Being so remote demanded a certain way of living, and a gun was not a “nice-to-have” but a necessity. Megan had been away in the city for too long. She’d forgotten her upbringing. I need to think and fast. She spotted a tree that might serve as her escape. She doubted the wolf would be able to get up that tree. Running would be tough. She was wearing her boots. Plus, her ankle was killing her. Had she broken it in the fall? Turning back to the dark-eyed, wild animal, she made up her mind to go for it. The tree was her only chance. Once up it, she might get reception on her cell, though she doubted it. As fast as possible, she stood up. Pain shot up her leg, and her knees buckled. But she didn’t hit the ground. Instead, she felt fur under her. The wolf? Completely panicked, she began clawing at the beast behind her. Then she felt fingers wrap around her wrists. “That’s enough!” a male voice commanded. She turned her head, now resting on a human male’s chest, and

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watched the last shimmering change of the wolf becoming a man—in every way. He was completely naked. She looked down between his legs and saw his long, thick cock. “You’re a…werewolf?” She gulped. His eyes never left hers. “Obviously. But the correct term is ‘shifter.’” Something about this man—whether creature, werewolf, or shifter—was having an impact on her. She had the oddest urge to wrap her arms around his neck and cover him in kisses. Magic. Werewolves. It was too much to take in. She leaned away from him and winced as the pain in her leg exploded. He lifted her off the ground, making her feel light. The ache subsided a bit. “You are trespassing on my property.” His tone was filled with anger and made her tremble. “I’m sorry. I–I…well, I was distracted. Put me down, and I’ll be on my way.” Being held by this naked man had her heart beating faster and faster. “Your ride is long gone.” He looked up at the sky. “The sun is down, and it will be pitch-black without the moon tonight.” “No moon? I thought you guys needed a full moon to turn into…ah…wolves.” “You thought wrong.” He began running the opposite way than Nightmare had gone. The trees seemed to blur beside them. “Do you know Mabel Bullion? She’s my grandmother. I’m Megan Bullion.” “I know Gran.” “Your name is…?” “You’re quite the chatty one, Megan.” “So I’ve been told. Your name, please?” “Luke.” He said it in a way that made it clear he didn’t like answering questions. Softening her tone, she asked, “Would you mind taking me to

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Gran’s house?” “Yes, I would mind,” he stated firmly. Though his naked body felt good to her, his demeanor was tough to take. He seemed like a man who didn’t care for company much. “I don’t understand.” “Your ankle is twisted or broken. It’s nightfall. I’m taking you to my house for the night.” “But…” “No more questions. Be quiet.” Megan snapped her jaw shut. Arguing with this man would get her nowhere fast. Besides, he was right about her ankle. The pain was making her woozy. She leaned into his chest, too tired and hurt to resist. Monster or man? Whichever, she prayed he would not harm her. He’d made sure she hadn’t hit the branch. That surely meant something. Feeling like Little Red Riding Hood, she wondered if this man might be the Big Bad Wolf. **** Holding the woman, Luke knew. She was his mate. He’d never had such a hunger for any woman in his entire life. Her aroma ignited his primal lust into a roaring fire. Her long, dark locks made his heart pound in his chest, and her full breasts made his mouth water. Her piercing blue eyes, surrounded by the longest lashes he’d ever seen, unhinged him. She was a tiny thing, so light in his arms. He pulled her in close as he continued to run down the path. Another whiff of her and every part of him was trapped. He would never let her go. Someone would come looking for her soon. That was unfortunate for them. What did he know about her? Not much. She was Mrs. Bullion’s granddaughter. He recalled seeing them after the car crash that his parents had died in.

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The painful memory took hold of him. Normally, he was able to keep it buried deep, but being with Megan had him off his game entirely. “Ouch!” She looked up at him with the most gorgeous eyes he’d ever seen in his life. “You’re squeezing me too tight, mister.” He loosened his grip on her as he came around the trees that hid his cabin from view to any who wandered onto his property. Megan sighed. “I think I remember you. Didn’t I meet you at Gran’s a couple of times? You were only a teenager then. I might’ve been ten or maybe eleven.” “Yes. After your mother moved you into your gran’s.” “Right. After the divorce. Luke…mmm…” He could almost hear gears grinding in her head, working to find the memory and bring it to the forefront of her consciousness. That wasn’t something he wanted to happen. “You live here?” she asked as he stepped up to the porch with her still in his arms. He nodded. Talking wasn’t something he cared for much. “You can put me down. I think I can walk.” She probably could, but he wasn’t ready to let her out of his arms. “No.” “You’re quite the one-syllable conversationalist, Luke.” He had the urge to grin but didn’t. “Yep.” “So, what do you have planned for me?” He didn’t quite know, but he wasn’t about to let her leave. How the hell would that work? The tribe was friendly with Gran, and they’d all come looking for Megan soon. No one would let him have her given his past and his current isolationist way of living. Didn’t matter. Megan was for him alone. No one would have her but him. He’d learn to tolerate her blabbering in time. And Megan? She would surrender to him and become his mate in due course. Luke opened his front door, carefully keeping hold of Megan. “First, you need a warm bath.”

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Chapter Three Megan looked into Luke’s yellow-brown eyes, her ankle throbbing with pain. “A bath sounds divine. I’m surprised you’d have a tub out here. You look more like a guy who likes showers.” She scanned the space of the one-room cabin as they entered through the front door. It was neat and sparse. The word that it brought to mind was utilitarian. There was one chair, and it was made of dark wood. Beside it were a table and a small television. There was a rustic rock fireplace with a black pot sitting on its mantel. There was no flame in the hearth, but she did spot a few embers. There was a comfy-looking bed in one corner. In the other corner were rifles, knives, chains, bows and arrows, and all sorts of other hunting gear. She couldn’t imagine this was his only home. Likely it was a getaway space, his man cave. Was he escaping some wife out here? Before thinking, she blurted, “You married or have a girlfriend?” He grinned. “Now, that’s a good question, sweetheart.” She gulped. “Why?” “Lets me know you’re interested.” She felt the heat hit her cheeks like wildfire. “Not true. I’m just inquisitive.” “Right. After I bathe you, I’ll get you something to eat.” Megan felt her heart pound against her ribs. “Wait a second, buddy. I can bathe myself.” “Not happening. If you fell in my tub, you’re the type that would sue me for sure, and I don’t carry insurance on this place.” She was about to blast him with a tirade of why he was wrong, but when she saw his sexy mouth curl up, she knew he was only teasing

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her. Luke was unhinging her, and she couldn’t help but let him. Luke walked over to the back door of the cabin. Another covered porch. On it was a claw-footed tub. “Alfresco?” “No one here but us animals to see you, Megan.” “Why haven’t you built some walls around the tub? You look like a guy who could be pretty handy if you wanted to be.” Her nerves kept her talking. She was afraid to let any moment pass without conversation. If she did, her mind might spin out of control, realizing what she’d actually gotten herself into. What did she really know about Luke? Not much. She remembered that his parents had died in some kind of crash, but that was about it. Soon after, he’d dropped off the map. That was about all she knew. Not enough to trust him with a bath. Oh, God! “Don’t need a bathroom. This works just fine for me. It’ll work fine for you, Megan.” How he was able to keep her in his arms and get the water running, she didn’t know. The guy was strong. Fast, too. Probably had a little to do with him being a shifter. If he did let her down, she wouldn’t have a chance to escape, even if she wasn’t injured. With her ankle’s pain and swelling, there was no hope. Still, she needed a second to get her bearings. “Luke, do you have a toilet?” He nodded. “Do you need to go, or are you trying to avoid the bath?” Crap. The guy sees right through me. “I need to go,” she lied. “I’ll take you to the outhouse.” He turned the water off and carried her down the steps to a path. It curved and ended at a little wooden building. “Here we are.” Luke opened the door. Like his cabin, it was pristine though rugged. “Thank you. This I can do on my own.” “Quite the spitfire. I don’t want you putting too much weight on

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your ankle. If you do, you might really injure yourself. Understand?” He actually sounded concerned. “Yes.” Megan decided to soften her tone. He’d carried her at least a mile to his home, while he was naked to boot. He could’ve left her to fend for herself, but he hadn’t. Still, she sensed something dark inside him, something dangerous. “May I have some privacy, Luke?” He looked at her and nodded. Then he lowered her down on the outhouse’s seat. Without a word, he unbuttoned her Levi’s, causing her to tremble violently. His fingers curled around the top and he pulled them down to the middle of her thighs. She touched her skimpy panties, the Victoria’s Secret pink ones, and wished she’d chosen differently this morning. The white ones would’ve been less provocative. When she looked at Luke staring at her panties like they were some kind of present for him to unwrap, her cheeks burned. “I can handle it from here, cowboy.” His gaze didn’t falter from her underwear, and he still didn’t speak. “Luke, I said I can handle it now. Thank you.” He blinked then looked up at her, fixing his stare on her eyes. She looked down at his cock, still exposed for her to view, and realized how hard and erect it was. Massive. Megan’s heart pounded in her chest, and her pussy began to dampen. Sparks seemed to dance on her skin, warming her up. She felt the increasing wetness on the fabric of her underwear. Oh no. “Please,” she begged, hearing the shake in her voice. “I’ll be back.” Then Luke left her, shutting the door behind him. She listened for him to walk away but heard nothing. The guy was stealthy. Was he walking back to his cabin or just standing outside, waiting for her? She didn’t know. With his wolf-shifting powers, he might be able to run to his home and back without her ever hearing a thing. Well, I might have witch powers that could stand up to his shifter stuff. Oh, God! Kate’s book.

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In all the confusion of Nightmare going off, she’d let it slip from her hands, deciding to hold tight to the reins. When Luke had knocked her off the saddle and carried her back to his cabin, she’d forgotten about it completely. He’d made it clear that she wasn’t leaving tonight. Well, she wasn’t about to leave the book until morning. It was her sister’s spell book. Megan would insist he take her to get it. But then she’d have to explain what it was. She wasn’t up for that, especially not with Luke. With him, she didn’t want to give him any advantage. Kate hadn’t said if the book was to be kept secret, but it surely was implied. The dampness in her panties that had come as a result of Luke’s intense stare reminded her how vulnerable and out of control she was. Had he been aware of her arousal before he’d left her? Kate had mentioned that werewolves had heightened senses. Of course he must have. **** Luke ran silently to his cabin. He needed to get a little distance from the scent of Megan, not that a few hundred yards would do much to help to curb his primal desire. After smelling her want, it had taken every ounce of his willpower to keep from devouring her pussy right then. When the seductive scent of Megan had first hit his nose, he’d been able to shuck his clothes just in time before they were ripped to shreds by his involuntary shift. Being in control was important to him, and being around Megan had an adverse impact on him. He gathered up his good jeans and slipped them on. Then he pulled on his socks and boots. He was about to put on his shirt when he caught the scent of someone other than Megan. A man. He was close. Too close. Luke was possessive and angry, and his teeth elongated and sharpened. Without regard for his clothes, he finished the shift into wolf form, ripping his jeans to pieces. His boots were

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saved, but just barely. His animal nature took hold of him, and he rushed to the outhouse to protect his mate. **** Megan tried to stand up but couldn’t. The pain in her ankle was too much. She sat back down. “Luke, I’m done. You can—” The door swung open. Luke stood there with a scowl on his face that frightened her. He was still naked, but his face and body were deep red and a thin layer of sweat covered him, as if he’d been working out at a gym or sunning himself on a beach. Neither was possible. He lifted her up in his arms, turned around, and ran back to his cabin. “What’s wrong, Luke?” she asked as they got back to his porch. He didn’t answer but opened the door and took her inside. Then he placed her on the bed. “Stay here. Be quiet.” “B–but…I…” He glared at her with his mesmerizing eyes, and she clamped her mouth shut. “Good girl.” Luke sniffed at the air. Then he frowned. Megan knew something was up but had no idea what it could be. “I’ll be back.” He left her, again, shutting another door, the front one to his cabin, as he exited. She curled up on the bed, worried about what could’ve put him in such a state so quickly. Time marched on. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Her body was quaking inside as her imagination took over. She’d only just learned about shifters and witches. What else in the world was real that she’d always thought was make-believe? The list was long and very scary. She gasped when the door opened. Thankfully, it was Luke. He was no longer naked. He wore some very ripped-up jeans and cowboy

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boots but no shirt. His chest was heaving from the run he must’ve just made. On top of his head was a black cowboy hat. “What was it?” she asked, feeling the tears of anxiety brimming in her eyes. “A hunter who’d drifted onto my property.” “What did you do?” She was worried that he might’ve harmed the guy or worse. Weren’t werewolves dangerous, out of control when provoked? “Let’s just say he won’t be making that mistake again.” “My God, you didn’t hurt him, did you?” She brought her hands up to her mouth. He grinned. “No. He’s fine. A little shaken, yes, but fine.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around her chest. “So?” “Bath time, Megan.” She wanted to protest but couldn’t find the will to do so. He’d already seen her in her soaked panties. And a bath sounded wonderful. “No funny business, mister. Okay?” “There won’t be anything funny about it, I promise.” He lifted her up in his arms and carried her outside to the bathtub on the back porch. Megan leaned into his chest. It felt so right to be in his arms. He lowered her down on the bench next to the tub. “How warm do you like the water?” “Not too hot. Not too cold. Medium. Call me Goldilocks.” She grinned, hoping to settle her nerves. “Maybe. But I have another nickname for you.” He smiled, and her insides melted. “What would that be?” “Little trespasser.” “There’s nothing little about me, Luke.” She looked down at her body. Too big. Too much weight. He cupped her chin, making her look directly at him. “You calling me a liar, Megan? I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

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“No. But you might need to get your eyes checked.” “You might need a good spanking, sweetheart, to knock those silly ideas out of your pretty little head.” Megan bit her lip. The possibility of being spanked by Luke made her both nervous and excited. She’d never been into BDSM before, but something about Luke made her want to submit. He continued, “But first, I want to clean you up.” He used a rubber stopper to plug up the drain and let the water flow again. Steam floated into the air. He stood up. “Time to get you out of those clothes.” “You’re determined to get me naked.” “You’ve seen right through me, little trespasser.” Luke undressed her in seconds. He gazed at her like she was some kind of work of art. Megan squirmed and felt her pussy begin to ache again. “My bath, Sir?” she said with a slight giggle. She noticed the look of approval in Luke’s eyes as he processed the words. Luke lifted her back up in his arms before lowering her into the tub and its perfectly warm water. “Your clothes need to be washed before you put them back on.” “They are pretty messed up from the fall.” She trembled as he sat on the tub’s edge. Desire sparked hot inside her. Luke stared down at her. “Trust me, Megan, you are incredibly beautiful.” By his tone, she knew that he saw her that way. “Thank you.” Without a word, his hand broke the surface of the water. She readied herself for his touch, but instead he only cupped some water in his hands. Using his wet fingers, he took her locks, soaking her hair with the warm liquid. “You’re going to wash my hair?” And more? A delicious shiver began deep in her pussy, and a tingle spread over her skin. “Yes. How’s the temperature?” “Perfect.” She felt her aches begin to melt away as he added shampoo to his threading of her hair. It felt incredible. “Thank you.”

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Chapter Four Megan couldn’t get over Luke’s scent of musk and pine and the way it impacted her body. He finished washing her hair and took a cloth, dipping it into the warm bathwater. Thankfully, she was reclining in the tub instead of standing. Her ankle felt better, but her knees would’ve buckled under the sensations zipping inside her at being so exposed and close to Luke. She held out her hand for the cloth. “I can finish on my own.” His eyebrows shot up. “You think so?” Then he rubbed her breasts with the cloth, making her nipples stand at attention. “S–seriously,” she choked out and then grabbed his hands with hers. “I got this.” “Hold on to me if you want, but I’m driving this bus. Understand, little trespasser?” Lacking the will to resist, she nodded, keeping her hands over his as they cleaned her breasts with the warm, soapy cloth. The sensations zooming through her body warmed up every cell. Luke washed one of her breasts with hand and cloth and cupped the other with the hand with no cloth. Megan loved the feel of his large hands on her. Her nipples throbbed, and her pussy ached. “Gorgeous. I’ve never seen such beautiful tits in all my life.” His low tone seemed to be more of a statement to himself than to her, but she loved hearing him talk about her that way. “Feel good?” She closed her eyes as she let go of her fears, slipping into a dreamy state of want. “Yes. Very.” This was a moment to be careless, to just be, to enjoy. Tomorrow, her normal way of being could click back into gear. Tonight was the

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fairy tale, delicious and sexy, complete with a new witch and a wolf shifter. She would play her part to the fullest. His lips and hot breath pressed against her ear. “You’re not going anywhere, little trespasser.” Unable to refute his commanding tone, she kept her eyes shut and bit her lip. She felt his teeth bite her earlobe, hard enough to send a shock of desire down to her pussy. “This is some bath you’re giving me, Luke.” “I’m just getting started, sweetheart. You can’t imagine what’s to come. I promise to make this the best bath you’ve ever had.” She didn’t doubt it. Already it topped her list of bath-time memories. “You’re in charge.” She didn’t know why she trusted him so much when she’d barely met him. Maybe it was that he’d helped her when she was hurt. Maybe it was shifter magic. She didn’t know, but she definitely did feel safe with Luke. “You’ve got that right, Megan.” He cupped her chin. “Open those beautiful eyes for me.” She obeyed and saw Luke. He wasn’t smiling. “Seriously, I can bathe myself.” He looked so serious and intent. “You’ve got a lot to learn, honey.” Luke grabbed her hair and tugged. Then he took his other hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck, pulling her in close. “I–I’m not sure about—” His lips crushed hers, silencing any protest. Dizziness took hold of her under his kiss, and then he brushed his lips down her neck, sending shockwaves to her very core. Was it possible to fall in love so quickly? She doubted that could ever happen except in storybooks. Yet, something about him warmed her up completely and wrapped itself around her heart. Probably not love. Whatever it was, she didn’t have any means or inclination of stopping it tonight. The train of sensuality was blasting down the

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tracks without brakes. As Luke continued kissing her into oblivion, she felt his hands wander up and down her torso, lingering here and there, pinching her nipples, skating up her sides, massaging her breasts, pulling on her hair, and so many other wonderful touches. She craved like mad for him to touch her clit and pussy. “Let’s get you totally cleaned up, sweetheart.” She felt her lips tremble as he dipped the cloth again into the warm water. He started with her feet, which were normally very ticklish but strangely not with him. The squeeze of his hands around her toes felt more like a massage than cleaning. Then he gently worked on her swollen ankle. “That feels amazing.” “You’re still very swollen. No break, but you definitely did sprain your ankle really bad.” “You a doctor?” she asked. “You look more like a cowboy to me.” “Honey, cowboys know quite a bit about broken bones. Running livestock teaches you a lot about how a body works.” Luke moved the cloth up her legs, and the sensations it created made her nerves spark alive. He’d touched her entire body except one place, the place she needed to be touched in the worst way. Absently, she plunged her hands into the water to curb her want. But before she reached the intended spot, Luke grabbed her wrists, lifting her hands from the water. “No. You’re not the driver here, little trespasser. I am. Understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Megan didn’t understand why she was being so compliant, but she was—and loving it, too. There was no possible way for her to tamp down the impulses he was awakening. “Now, you want me to rub your pussy, sweetheart?”

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She nodded, closing her eyes at the burn that hit her cheeks. One night. That’s all this could be. Megan knew it. She had to go back to Dallas and her life there. But she wanted him, had to have him. A deep need disintegrated her will and logic to ashes. “Really? I’m not sure you deserve that from me.” His tone seemed lust filled and sounded very deep, like a growl. “You did trespass on my property. I think you deserve to be punished.” Never in her life had she felt more feminine or desirable. Surely this was only a one-night stand to him. She couldn’t mean more to him than that. But at the moment, it didn’t matter to her. These feelings were overwhelming and unstoppable. If he didn’t touch her pussy soon, fuck her soon, she would certainly go mad. “Please, Luke.” She wrapped her hands around his neck. “I can’t bear much more.” “My pleasure, Megan. My pleasure.” His hand sunk under the surface of the water and touched her pussy. Her back arched, and she clawed the skin on his neck. Sparks fired hot. Then he captured her clit with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure, sending her to the stratosphere. This wasn’t just sex but something else, something more. Much more. I should hit the brakes. God, what am I doing? Before she could tell Luke that this wasn’t a good idea, he kissed her again. Her world and mind spun wildly and with total abandon. With one hand he tugged on her hair and with the other he fingered her pussy, causing a hot surge to well up from her channel and her clit to ache. “You’re something else, sweetheart. You like me touching you?” “O–oh…yes…please…more…” She felt ripped apart by a million sensations inside her. “Beautiful. Fucking A. Absolutely gorgeous.” The corners of Luke’s mouth curled up. The more he said it, the more she knew he believed it to be true.

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His words made her feel incredible. She wriggled in the warm water as he manipulated her swollen folds with his hard fingers. Megan gripped the sides of the tub as his fingers descended into her pussy and his thumb pressed her clit. She didn’t have a chance with this man who overwhelmed her completely. She sensed Luke’s power, intensity, and danger just under the surface. A bit deeper there seemed to be something gentler, a side to him that she wanted to feel, to experience. When he pinched her nipple with one hand and squeezed her clit with the other, she almost fainted. A vibration rumbled through her. Her back arched again and she squeezed the porcelain with all her might, riding the exploding sensations firing in her body. “Come for me, sweetheart.” “Yes! God yes!” “Your pleasure looks so good on you.” He probed her pussy with his fingers and brushed his lips over her neck, sending her into rapture and her womb into convulsions. She felt her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. The orgasm he’d given her continued to go higher and higher, hotter and hotter. Megan screamed as her pussy clenched and unclenched on his thick fingers. Lost to the climax, she was only slightly aware of Luke letting the water out of the tub, drying her off, and lifting her out of the tub. “Gorgeous. Totally gorgeous.” “Where are you taking me?” “To my bed.” **** Luke placed Megan on the mattress, her naked body soft and pale against his quilt. Her scent was overpowering and filling his nostrils. His primal instincts, recognizing Megan as his mate, were firing on all cylinders.

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The hunter Luke had discovered earlier had turned out to be a seventeen-year-old neighbor kid. The guy hadn’t been any kind of threat, but he was male. With Megan ovulating, it had taken all Luke’s strength of will to keep from ripping the teen to pieces when he’d found him trespassing on his property. The kid had turned ghostly white before heeding Luke’s instructions. Avoiding the unspoken threat, the guy had run so fast that he could’ve been mistaken for a shifter, though he wasn’t. Since finding Megan, there was only one syllable that continued to pound in Luke’s mind, over and over, like a giant sledgehammer of possession—mine. “Luke, I don’t know what to say.” She was trembling like a little child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m not like this. Not normally. I don’t know what came over me.” Luke knew. He’d never dreamed that he would find his true mate. Never wanted to either. But here she was, and he would never let her go. Ever. “I’m ready for my reward now.” He stripped off his jeans and loved seeing her pretty mouth gap wide. Her eyebrows shot up. “Reward?” “For saving your pretty little ass, darling.” He dove down between her legs and began lapping up her pussy’s cream. He loved how she responded to his tongue bathing, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and clawing the back of his head. Megan tasted like his future, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Berserk with the urge to seize her absolutely, he drank her juices. The more he tasted of her, the more his erection jumped like a live wire, tightening with arousal. “God, yes. More…please…more…” she panted. Her words and response stoked the powerful need inside him to pleasure her to final and ultimate submission. He would keep her all to himself from now on. Cupping her ass, he licked Megan’s swollen pussy. Without

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removing his lips and tongue from her flesh, he looked up and saw her eyelashes fluttering. It was time to push her over the edge for her next orgasm of the night. His plan was to provide her with many more climaxes until she was completely spent. “Come for me, little trespasser.” He captured her clit with his teeth, biting with a little pressure. She gave him the sweetest little moan. Tunneling his index and middle fingers into her soaked pussy, he rubbed the sensitive G-spot. “Y–yes!” she screamed. He felt her body shiver under him. He looked up and saw that even her eyes fluttered open and closed, again and again. She was so vulnerable and delectable. Mine.

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Chapter Five Megan couldn’t stop trembling. Luke had given her the best oral pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life. She’d gotten so wet as he’d feathered his lips on her sensitive flesh. Her clit continued to throb, though her climax was backing down ever so slightly. She looked down at the cowboy between her legs. Ending his gentle strokes on her thighs with his hand, Luke sent her a wicked gaze, and then he left the mattress. At first, Megan thought he was done with her, but when he stepped to the side of the bed and cupped her chin, she knew he wasn’t finished with her at all. She wanted to say something, needed to say something, but she wasn’t sure what. He was a stranger. A hot, sexy stranger. He’d touched invisible buttons that made her sizzle with delight. Megan wanted to wrap her arms around Luke but instead said, “Thanks.” After the word left her lips, she wished she could take it back. Luke didn’t smile but studied her like she was some kind of frog in a high school science class about to be cut into pieces. She closed her eyes tight, willing herself to stay silent. Luke cupped her chin. “Open your eyes.” She did. “Why did we do that? I’m not really the kind of girl who jumps into the sack so quickly. I can only imagine what you think of me.” The corners of his mouth curled up, making him appear even more handsome, if that was even possible. “You’re something else, Megan.”

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She sensed there was more he might say, but he didn’t. Luke’s tone and demeanor left her guessing. Everything about this man unhinged her completely. “What kind of person are you, Luke? You seem…well, isolated way out here.” He removed his hand from her chin and looked away. The slight smile evaporated. “If you’re asking if I like to be alone, the answer is ‘yes.’” “That’s so weird to me.” “I can see that.” The cowboy turned away and looked out the window. “You hungry?” Instead of speaking, she shook her head. Something had changed in him because of her questions. She’d been accused more than once of being too inquisitive, too open, too familiar. Apparently, Luke wasn’t the kind of man who took to that. “I’ll get you some food.” He pulled on his jeans. “Really, I could wait to eat.” “Food would do you good.” She shrugged. “Thank you.” “You don’t need to say that anymore.” “But I do, Luke.” She smiled, knowing she owed him. “I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come along.” He stopped and turned back to her. As if he was playing the children’s game of freeze tag, Luke didn’t move a muscle. Luke was the most virile male she’d ever met. He was awakening sensations in her that she didn’t even know were possible. A shiver rippled through her. What was it about this man? Of course, she remembered him from years ago, when she was a child, but she’d really only met him a couple of hours ago. Keeping her head around him was proving to be difficult. “Seriously, I wouldn’t mind waiting a bit to eat.” “Why?” The question was valid, but Megan wasn’t sure of an answer. She

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wasn’t about to tell him her body burned for him and that she craved his touch more than breathing. Weird but true. “So you decide to ask questions now?” He sat back on the bed, jeans still on. Like a long-term lover, he rubbed her stomach so gently. But his wrinkled brow and clenched jaw told a different story. She sensed that he wanted to push her away. But that didn’t make sense. He could’ve taken her to her grandmother’s, even though it was night. Why hadn’t he? The answer was obvious—he wanted to bed her first, of course. This is stupid. I only wanted to read Kate’s spell book, not get into bed with a sexy hermit. Megan pushed Luke’s hand away from her stomach. “Now, can you take me to my house, please?” “No. Not happening. I’m already addicted to you. I need to feel your cunt as it shivers around my cock. I want to feel it over and over. I want more, Megan. And I will have it.” He leaned down and lapped her into insanity once again. Instinctually, she gripped his hair in her fists and pushed him down into her depths. His mouth felt amazing on her. The more he bathed her pussy, the more her body charged up and trembles wracked her. But this was more than a physical connection, she feared. Her heart was jumping into the frenzy as well. Still, stopping this collision wasn’t possible with his fantastic feathering lips on her swollen, wet folds. While Luke continued licking her pussy, he skated his fingers over her lower half, raising her temperature to blazing. Once again, she was ripped into pieces by another climax. The pleasure took her even higher than before. Every cell in her body became a spicy, sizzling explosion. Her womb clenched so hard she thought she might pass out. Luke, still wearing his jeans, moved up the bed and spooned her while the shivers thrashed her inside and out. She loved how he stroked her hair and kissed her neck. How could he be so open

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sexually and so closed in every other way? Perhaps a little turnabout might get him to open up to her. Sure, it could be dangerous, but she had to try. **** Luke held his mate. He would never get tired of lapping up Megan’s sweet juices, of feeling her squirm under him. She wiggled free of his grasp and twisted around in the bed to face him. “My turn.” “Meaning?” The cutest smile crossed her lips. “You’ll see.” She pressed on his shoulder, urging him onto his back. In a flash, she was on top of him, straddling him. “So, little trespasser, what do you have in mind?” “You’ll like it. I promise.” “I bet I love it.” Megan leaned down and began licking his neck and the line of his jaw. She raked his nipples with her fingernails, causing his cock to lengthen even more in his jeans. She rolled to the side of him and traced her fingers down his abdomen to the top of his jeans. Then she unbuttoned the Levi’s, and his freed cock pulsed hot. “I’d like a taste, too, Luke.” Her voice trembled so sweetly. “Would you like that?” Rather than answer aloud, he shucked his jeans and tossed them to the floor. He touched her cheek. “I’m glad.” Megan smiled, and Luke was determined to give her reason to smile for the rest of his life. She wrapped her silky fingers around his shaft, and heat and hunger filled him up. As her sweet strokes came faster and faster, his body tensed and shifted. When she leaned down and licked the tip of his cock, his eyes widened.

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Keeping a tight hold of his dick, she gazed at him. “You taste as good as I thought you would. You like?” “Hell yes,” he croaked. “More?” He placed his hands on her neck and the back of her head, pressing her to continue what she’d begun. The cravings inside him were so intense, so unimaginable. His need for Megan would destroy Luke if she ever got away from him. Of that he was certain. He watched her lips part and braced for the sensations to come. As her mouth engulfed the head of his dick, desperate hunger spiked. Through clenched teeth, he growled, “Fuck yes.” As she slid her luscious lips down his cock, he couldn’t stop looking at her. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes shook so sweetly. Sure, she was his mate. Nature demanded it. But something more, something deeper about her pulled at his core to claim her for himself. She swallowed him, and his sanity evaporated. “Gobble up my cock, little trespasser,” he ordered. “Make me come. Suck me hard.” “Mmm,” she murmured obediently. He tightened his fists in her hair. Megan’s mouth felt amazing on his dick, causing a myriad of violent sensations to fire. She cupped his balls and squeezed, and wildness flooded into him. On the edge of madness, blistering hot, with the most powerful thirst possible, Luke threaded his fingers in her silky hair. Mine. All mine. Megan’s wet mouth released his dick, but then her tongue’s tip ran down his shaft. “Suck my balls, little trespasser.” “Really? Guys like that?” she asked innocently. “I had no idea.” “Some do. I do. Suck my balls, now.” “Yes, Sir.” As the warmth of her mouth encircled his sac, desire scorched his insides. He sucked in a roomful of air. The searing sensations filled him up completely but were most intense between his legs where Megan’s

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lips resided on him. She wrapped her hands around his cock and began stroking him as she sucked on his balls, destroying him entirely. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.” Words never came easily for him, but with Megan…now…they could not be contained. “Enough of the balls. Suck my dick, little trespasser. Do it now.” A feverish wave swelled inside him as Megan swallowed him once again. She cupped his balls with one hand and squeezed the base of his cock with the other while her lips bobbed up and down his shaft. Her mouth was so tight, so wet, so incredible. When he felt the back of her throat with his dick, Luke groaned. “I’m close, sweetheart. Slow down. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” She moaned, and he felt the most perfect suction on his dick, driving him to the edge and beyond. It took every ounce of willpower to resist, but he had to. Tonight, he wanted to shoot inside her pussy, nowhere else. Tugging on her hair, he growled, “Stop!” Megan blinked as he pulled her off his cock. “Was I doing something wrong?” She frowned. Luke realized she needed reassurance. “Your pretty little mouth is quite amazing, but I want to feel your pussy around my cock, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her to catch on, he turned the tables on her by flipping Megan on her back and then climbing on top of her. Her eyes widened, and he saw a mix of surprise and excitement in her blue beauties. Just how I want her to respond to me. Always.

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Chapter Six The sizzling that had come from Luke’s kisses on her entire body hadn’t eased up even when she’d given him oral pleasure. In fact, the burn was growing. Being pinned down by his muscular, naked frame was only stoking the fires in her womb. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, little trespasser. You’re going to be begging me for more. Just wait and see.” Luke’s promise got her even wetter than before. He knew how to touch her, and she couldn’t get enough of the thrilling sensations he created inside her body. But should she go all the way with him? Let him fuck her senseless? I’m so confused. She’d already experienced the best orgasms of her life from Luke. The sensible thing would be to hit the brakes and slow down. But she wasn’t sensible. Not now. Her mind was muddled, and she was enjoying it. Dizzy with desire, she couldn’t stop him. She didn’t want to. All she wanted now was for him to be inside her, to fill her up with his large cock, to connect on the most intimate level. Crazy? Yes. But true, oh so true. “You’re going to love what I have in store for you, sweetheart. My eating you out was just a tease. Fucking A, you’ve got the most incredible body I’ve ever seen.” “You call me a talker. You’re kind of a motormouth right now.” “Can’t help it. You are like a work of art, Megan. Soft. Tasty. Smoking hot.” She looked into his yellow-brown eyes and saw the burning lust inside him. And something else. Something odd. Pain. He smiled, and an intense desire blistered her insides. “You want

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this, too. I can feel it. Deny that, little trespasser.” She needed Luke to take her. Now. His animal nature, manly desire, and commanding demeanor called to her like nothing before. She’d never felt so wanted or feminine in her life. Logical or not, she had to have him right now. He was practically a stranger to her, but she trusted him to take care of her. He’d already proven to her that he would. Megan trembled, giving in to her instinct to be taken. “Make love to me, cowboy.” Luke’s hands drifted down her sides, raising gooseflesh on her skin. He pressed his mouth to hers, and she parted her lips. His tongue shot into her, and she felt light-headed. Buzzing from the awesome kissing, she felt a warm sensation roll through her. Luke ended the kiss only to shift down, taking one of her nipples between his teeth. His bite on her aching tip made her back arch up and her toes curl. Then he pinched her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. The pressure applied to each nipple was exact and meticulous, making her pussy dampen more. So incredible. She fisted the sheets while holding her breath, hoping to hold on for the ride Luke was taking her on. A flicker of doubt shot from a corner of her mind and out her lips. “Should we really—” His finger came up to her mouth, urging her to silence. “We’re doing this, sweetheart. Have no doubt. You want me to fuck you. I want to fuck you more than you can even understand.” “B–but, we only just met, Luke.” Her mind was muddled by the pleasure he was giving her, but still somehow a bit of logic was holding her back. The corners of his lips turned up, softening his face. “You’re something else, Megan. God, I never thought…” He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them wide. “This is bigger than either of us knows. I can feel it. Can’t you?” Megan choked out, “Yes.” “Let’s worry about tomorrow in the morning. Now, let’s enjoy our

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first time together.” First? Does he mean to have more? God, I hope so. His thumb circled her clit, and he blew his hot breath on her neck, causing the little bit of doubt to evaporate. “Feels…so…good.” Like a world-famous musician, Luke created vibrations on her body, with one of his hands working her pussy over and the other massaging her breasts. The Big Bad Wolf’s touches made her feel feminine and tiny. “I can’t wait to feel your pussy muscles tightening around my cock, sweetheart.” “O–oh, God.” Delirious desire whirled in her, making her dizzy. He probed her pussy with his index finger, and she felt warmth from deep inside her channel. “Nice and tight, little trespasser. Perfect.” His breath warmed her throbbing nipples before the front of his tongue hit the tiny bits of flesh. Then his lips captured one of her swollen tips. His wonderful tortures were driving her wild. Lost to the moment, moans rolled out of her mouth like explosions of gusts. Luke continued to stretch her pussy with his fingers, making her want him inside her even more. She wrapped her hands around his thick neck. “Please. I can’t take much more.” “I like the sound of that. I can’t either, sweetheart. I can’t wait any longer.” Luke moved until the tip of his dick pressed on her soaked pussy. The feel of his hard-on against her swollen folds was too much, too intense, too powerful. She shifted her hips, trying to make his dick slide in. He laughed. “You’re trying to take charge, little trespasser. Are you dying for me to get my dick inside you?” “Yes. P–please.” He nodded then shoved his cock inside her, filling her completely. “So tight,” he whispered. “I knew it.”

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Sensations of burning and aching whirred deep inside her. His yellow-brown eyes burned hot. Every part of her vibrated as Luke stabbed her pussy with his large cock again and again, deeper and deeper. Pounding on the mattress, she became completely unhinged by the pleasure Luke was delivering. He pushed in deeper into her pussy and then began thrusting into her depths slowly and methodically. She panted, relishing Luke’s piercing of her flesh. Every cell sparked hot. “You’re close,” Luke rumbled. “Do you enjoy my cock inside your tight cunt, sweetheart?” Her clit throbbed in response to his question. “Y–yes.” “Good. Get ready to blast off, little trespasser.” Then his thrusts came faster and faster, harder and harder. Digging her nails into his neck, she felt explosive and wild. She had no sense of time or space. Each stab became a moment of madness, every word a breath of brazenness, and the beat of her heart an eternity of ecstasy. The deep growls in Luke’s chest only added to her desire. He wanted her on such a level it almost scared her—almost. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, surrendering to his invasion completely. His weight on top of her felt so right, so comforting. He tugged on her hair. “Squeeze my cock with that pretty pussy of yours, little trespasser.” She obeyed, and waves of desire crashed frantically throughout her body. The feel of him inside her pussy made her temperature rise, her body tremble, and her womb clench. She saw Luke’s fixed, intense stare, and her flesh turned to pudding. “Fuuuck!” Luke yelled as he came inside her. As Megan’s own orgasm fired, a myriad of sensations ignited throughout her body. The flares from deep in her pussy were so intense that tears poured from her eyes. Trembles took hold of every

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cell. Megan couldn’t have remained still if she tried. So she didn’t. Instead, without resisting, she just rode the waves of violent shivers. Luke rolled off of her to the side, pulling her with him, squeezing her tight. “Little trespasser, you okay?” She nodded. “Thank you.” He cupped her chin and kissed the tears on her cheeks. “Now are you hungry, Megan?” “Yes.” He left the mattress with a single bound. “Me, too. Bacon and eggs are my specialty.” “Perfect.” She looked at the man who’d just given her more pleasure than she’d known possible. You’ve ruined me, Luke. She’d had a few rounds of bedroom activities before this night, but she wasn’t anywhere close to an expert. In fact, she’d only been with one other man in her life. She’d met her now ex-boyfriend in college. The three-month romance between the two virgins began with a lot of fumbling. Before it ended, they both had enjoyed some sweet, tender moments. No sparks. No fireworks. Last she’d heard, he’d gotten married, and that had made her happy. Megan knew having sex with Luke had changed everything. Without caution or logic, she’d leapt forward and surrendered her heart to him. I’m a fool. Luke was a loner. That was evident. She listened to the sound of the bacon frying in the pan and looked over at Luke, still naked, preparing their food. The whole scene painted a perfect picture. But it wouldn’t last. Couldn’t. Megan closed her eyes tight and wrapped her arms around her naked torso. She was certain that because of what had just happened with Luke, unlike her ex, who she’d let go of so easily, the inevitable loss of this cowboy would destroy her. **** Luke watched Megan finish off the meal he’d prepared. “You

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tired?” “Yes.” Her blue eyes sparkled. Then she closed them and yawned. “Really tired.” “Sleep. I’ll clean up the dishes. Then I have some things I need to do outside.” He wanted her here with him. Her scent would be easy for any tribal pack member to pick up from a mile away. “Won’t take me long.” “I know it’s dark, but do you mind finding a book I dropped? I was reading it when my horse panicked. It should be on the ground near there. You have a flashlight?” “I don’t mind. Don’t need a flashlight.” “Oh? Right. Shifter powers.” “Yep.” He resisted the urge to swoop the sweet Megan up in his arms. Everything she said or did mesmerized him. “Go to sleep, little trespasser.” “Yes, Sir.” She grinned and sent him a mocking salute. Her head hit the pillow. Clearly the girl had no guilt, unlike him, as she was fast asleep in seconds. Walking out the door, he used all his senses to see if there might be any danger or intruders in the area. Besides his thirty-five Brahmans in his south pasture, the family of deer that roamed his property, the little foxes that hunted for small game, his little trespasser, and himself, Luke’s ranch didn’t have any other occupants. The residual scent of Megan’s horse was almost gone. Good. Still, he needed to make sure that no passerby of the tribe picked up any scent that might give away the fact that Megan was with him. A few dead skunks placed at various points on the perimeter of his property would do the trick. It would only buy him a couple of days, if he was lucky, but it had to be enough. He required more time alone with his mate to convince her that she was his. That task might be easy, but making her understand how he expected her to live from now on…well, that would be harder. Isolation fit him perfectly. For her, it would take time to settle into it.

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Clearly, she was a very extraverted person and enjoyed crowds. She’d told him about her life in Dallas as they’d eaten. She loved the excitement of the city and had several close friends there. Plus, her sister and grandmother lived in the county. Luke would have to give her some space for that. Perhaps infrequent visits, three or four a year, while not ideal, might have to be allowed. He recalled an anniversary party with two-dozen celebrants surrounding his parents. The happy event had occurred when he was ten. The image continued to play out like a movie, with his mother and father dancing around the room. Luke clenched his jaw tight, pushing the memory away. Guilt shredded his insides. For the first time since the accident, he wanted to spend time with someone. Outside his fences were too many unforeseen perils and random threats. He wouldn’t risk letting her out of his sight, losing her—ever. There would be no trips to visit friends for her. In time, Megan would grow accustomed to solitude. He’d make sure of it.

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Chapter Seven Megan sat up in the bed and looked down at her ankle, which was swollen to twice its normal size. A single lamp by the old chair burned dimly. Luke wasn’t in the cabin. A chill swept over her. What the hell had she done? What did she know about the man that had just given her the best sex she’d ever experienced in her whole life? Nothing. Her logic, which had been so absent earlier, was in full force now. What had Luke done with her clothes? And where was her cell phone? She had no clue. No matter. She wrapped the sheet around her, creating a makeshift toga. She needed to let her sister know where she was. In fact, she needed to get back to Gran’s. She scanned the room and found no phone in the place. She left the bed, pressing her feet gingerly down to test her ankle. It hurt, but she could tolerate the pain. Trying to put as little weight as possible on her bad ankle, she walked to the door, opening it up cautiously. The temperature had dipped quite a bit since she’d fallen off of Nightmare. No sign of the cowboy-shifter anywhere. What she did see was her way off the man’s property—a truck. Megan estimated that Gran’s house was less than four miles from here. It wouldn’t be like stealing. More like borrowing. Once back home, she could dress, call her sister to come over, and then return Luke’s truck with Kate by her side. Hopefully, Luke had found the book and would give it back to them once they returned his vehicle. With only the sheet around her, Megan limped barefoot to the truck and peered inside the cab. No keys, which was unusual for ranch trucks. Dammit. She went back to the cabin, looking around for

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any sign of Luke. “Where are the keys?” she whispered. **** Luke shifted back into human form once he found Megan’s book on the path. Paws were great for many things but not for picking up items. Hands worked better in that department. The night was still and quiet. The task of hiding Megan’s scent from tribal members in the area was complete. Three skunks had given their lives to ensure her presence at his cabin would remain undetected. He’d need to wipe down his skin with the three cans of tomato soup in his kitchen, followed by a long soak in the tub. Once done, he would crawl into bed next to his mate—Megan. The last few hours with her had changed part of him. He’d never let her go. She wouldn’t understand at first, but he’d make her see why his way was the right way. Whatever he needed to do to be her entire world he would do. When they had another round of lovemaking, he would prepare her a feast of thick steaks and baked potatoes. His own stomach growled at the thought. Suddenly, he caught the scent of a wolf. Someone from the tribe was about a mile and a half from his cabin. The hair on the back of his neck stiffened. When it came to protecting Megan, he would never take shortcuts. He turned his focus to where she was. Only her delicious aroma hit his nostrils. Good. She’s alone. A familiar engine turned over by his cabin. My truck. “Fuck!” He shifted back into wolf form, letting the book fall to the ground, and ran to his escaping mate. As Luke rounded the corner of his cabin, he saw Megan behind the wheel of his truck. In a flash, she peeled out, spreading gravel in every direction. The taillights let him know that there would be no way he could catch her by following. Still in wolf form, he ran left

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into the trees. The shortcut was his only hope to intercept her before she left his property, but it would take all his strength and speed. **** Megan looked in the truck’s rearview mirror. The wolf, who had to be Luke, was no longer running after her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Had she blown any chance with the man? Probably, but what else could she do? Their time together was more than fast—it was supersonic. Relationships needed time. People had to get to know each other. She didn’t know him, and he didn’t know her. Finding the keys hanging on the nail by the front door, she’d acted without thinking, knowing Luke would return soon. They needed space and time apart. It was the sensible thing to do. Sure, he might be pissed at her, but if they even had a chance to be together, things needed to slow down. Later, they might actually have a proper date together. But Luke didn’t seem like a guy who liked anything proper, let alone dinner and a movie. Had she done the wrong thing by leaving so abruptly and without his knowledge? Probably. She wiped her eyes and gazed down the dark dirt road. “Kate will know what to do.” Megan decided to go to her sister’s place rather than Gran’s. She didn’t want to be alone. Another round of tears fell until her eyes burned. As she turned another corner, the headlights revealed the reason she had to hit the brakes. Six wolves were in the center of the road, shoulder to shoulder, blocking her path. **** Luke’s wolf breath came fast and furious as he raced down the path on all fours. The tribal shifters were on his land, and worse, Megan was headed straight for them.

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The sound of his truck skidding on the gravel told him that he was too late, and still he ran. Another thirty seconds and he came to the entrance of his property just in time to see six tribesmen shifting back into human form, completely naked per usual. His truck, with Megan inside, was only a few inches from the six males—Rance, Troy, Hawk, Sloan, Cort, and Darius. He saw her eyes were wide and her white-knuckled hands were clutching the steering wheel. “There’s the motherfucker.” Hawk Tartoka pointed at him. “Over there.” Years ago, Hawk’s mother, Luke’s aunt, had left the tribe to marry an outsider from Dallas. His aunt had returned with Hawk eighteen months before the awful accident when everything had changed for him and his cousin. His kinship with Hawk no longer mattered. With the anger the guy carried for him now, Luke knew that Hawk would be perfectly thrilled to try to rip him to shreds tonight. Remaining in wolf shape, Luke braced himself for the pending brawl. Rance and Troy, Megan’s sister’s fiancés, glared at him but didn’t approach. “Let’s get him.” Hawk shifted back into wolf form, but Rance grabbed him by the ear. “Cool your jets, Hawk. Let’s hear him out,” Troy stated. He went to the driver’s-side door of Luke’s truck and opened it. “You okay, Megan?” Luke felt his fur rise up at the sight of another man being so close to his mate. “I–I’m…okay. Yes.” Megan left the cab and walked to the front of his truck with Troy following close behind. The sight of another man inches from Megan, who was wrapped in only a sheet, drove Luke to the brink of rage. He willed himself to human form. His mate gasped. “Luke? Wow. I’m not sure I’ll get used to the

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magic stuff or werewolves.” “Shifters,” Hawk corrected. Luke glared at Troy. “Step away from her. Now.” He frowned. “Fuck off.” Luke lunged forward, but the other five men jumped in front of him. His fists became living things, pounding on the naked bodies of the men that stood between him and his mate. He smelled blood, his and the others’, though he felt no pain. But the sharp odor of freshly spilled plasma added to his craze. He shifted back to wolf form before the five tribesmen did. He got his fangs into Hawk’s right back paw, causing the young shifter to howl. “Stop it!” Megan screamed, pulling him from his madness. “Damn it, what the hell is going on? This is ridiculous!” Luke saw Megan from the corner of his eyes. She dropped to the ground on her knees and put her hands up to her face. Instantly, he stopped fighting the others. He felt a wolf bite his right leg and another his left, but when they realized that he’d ended his attack on them, they stopped. Catching his breath, he shifted into human form again. All but Cort and Sloan also became their human selves again. The two who remained in wolf shape growled at him, staying within pouncing distance should he make a wrong move. He wouldn’t. “It’s okay, Megan. We’ve stopped,” he said, hoping to calm her. She looked up. Troy was behind her, but Luke vowed not to react. Not now. “What the hell was that about?” Rance looked at her. “Nightmare came back without you. We came looking.” “And?” She stood up, wrapping her sheet even more tightly around her body. “We followed your scent to the edge of Luke’s land.” “Got it. Shifter powers. So? That still doesn’t explain why you were ready to rip him to shreds when he showed up.” “He attacked us, missy,” Hawk spat.

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“I said to cool it.” Rance glared at the young shifter. He turned back to Megan and pointed at Luke. “He did attack us, but that is not the point. We were ready for a fight when we showed up.” “I could see that. Do you have some kind of grudge against him?” “You weren’t fooled by the skunks, Rance?” Luke looked at Megan, wondering what she would do once she learned that he’d tried to keep her whereabouts secret. “No. Not one bit.” “What are you talking about, Luke? Skunks?” “He killed some skunks to try to hide your scent from us.” She stepped right in front of him. Her face turned dark. “Why?” Luke didn’t answer, didn’t move. What the hell had come over him? Yes, she was his mate. There was no denying that fact. But he didn’t deserve her as a mate or anything else from her for that matter. “Answer me, please.” Her delicious aroma filled his nostrils, calling to deep, ancient urges. But he resisted. “Ask them.” She deserved better, so much better than him. How selfish had he been? What kind of life could he give her? A cold, isolated life, that’s what. “I’m asking you, Luke. Tell me.” “He didn’t want you to be discovered so soon, Megan.” Troy touched Megan’s shoulder, and Luke went blistering hot. “Don’t touch her,” he growled. “Mine.” **** Megan’s jaw dropped. “He’s my sister’s fiancé. Troy isn’t interested in me that way, Luke. Stop being a jealous prick, please. This is too much. I’d like to go to my Gran’s now.” She felt Troy remove his hand. “Be careful, Megan. He’s not in his right mind.” “He’s in mate lust,” the guy next to him stated.

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“What the hell is that?” she asked. “Shifter stuff, Megan.” Rance studied Luke and then spoke. “Probably true, but he’s got some control, or we’d all be sporting a lot more wounds than we are now, Sloan. So, everyone, just be calm.” Megan couldn’t wrap her head around what all this meant. “Mate lust? Is that why he called me ‘mine’ earlier?” “I think so.” Troy looked hard at Luke. “We’re not here to take your mate. Understand?” Luke didn’t move a muscle but just kept glaring at him with a bloodlust that frightened her. Sloan shook his head. “If he shifts back into wolf shape, someone is going to get killed.” “I want everyone to chill.” Just as the last words left her lips, Megan felt an electrical surge shoot down her hands. Suddenly, a sheet of ice appeared under their feet. Had she done that? She had said everyone needed to chill. Had she invoked a spell that had created the ice under all their feet? I’m a witch. Oh, my God. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” “It’s okay, Megan.” Troy looked at her with understanding eyes. “You are just learning how to use your powers.” “Let me make it go away.” She concentrated on the ice, imagining it melting away. In a matter of seconds, it was gone. “Better?” Troy nodded. “My feet are warmer, but Luke is still on the edge.” “Megan, say something to him,” Rance suggested. “What? I really don’t know what to say.” I only just met him. “Doesn’t matter. He has imprinted on you. We can talk until we are blue in the face and he still might not even be able to really hear us. You can get through to him.” “I’ll try.” She tried to think of something that might reach him but came up blank. Rance said in an even tone, “Better hurry, Megan.” Luke looked like a man who had lost all sense of reason and civility.

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“Luke, can you understand me?” He didn’t respond. “Did I do this to him somehow?” She thought about the sex she’d just experienced with him. Had that been the cause? Perhaps shifters needed something different for sex to keep them on a path free from homicide. Troy whispered, “No. This is uncommon in our tribe but not unheard of. Try again.” “Luke, please listen to me. Everything is going to be fine. I’m fine.” Nothing. Not a single glimmer of humanity could be spotted in him. She watched the two shifters who were still in wolf form come up behind him. They were about to try to take him down, but she doubted they could. Someone would die tonight. It might even be Luke, if she failed to reach him. Trembling, she stretched out her fingers and touched his naked chest. “Luke, I’m here. Everything is okay.” His eyes remained fixed and his lips shaped into a horrific snarl. “Please, hear me. Don’t do this. I can’t take much more.” She began to weep uncontrollably. “You’ve got to snap out of this.” As the trees began to sway with the sudden breeze, Luke blinked several times. “That’s it, cowboy.” Megan touched his chest. “You can do this for me, please.” He reached out and cupped her chin. “Little trespasser?” “Yes, I’m here. Are you okay?” “You’re not leaving?” Luke’s face was a storm of pain and worry. Of course, Luke had gone crazy when he found the cabin empty. He’d cared for her and made her comfortable. How had she repaid him? By running away. She was the cause of his suffering, and she hated herself for that. Why had she chosen to run without so much as a note? In her old life in Dallas, falling so quickly, so deeply wouldn’t have been possible. But here and now as he’d done with her, she was

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imprinting on him in her own way. Though earlier she’d wanted nothing more than to get far from him, now Megan desired to stay with her whole heart. “I’m here. I won’t go.” “But we promised Kate to bring you back,” Troy argued. Luke’s eyes narrowed, and Megan knew he could slip back into the madness in a heartbeat so easily. She faced Rance. “Tell my sister where I am. As long as she knows I’m okay, she’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.” A long, uncomfortable, silent pause had her trembling. Rance looked unconvinced. Would he demand that Megan leave with him? She wondered. Rance sighed. “Kate’s not going to like it if I don’t come back with you safe and sound.” “I don’t like it. We all know Luke’s history.” Hawk’s hands were curled into fists. “I know what I’m doing,” she lied. Actually, she had no clue what she was doing. Still, leaving Luke wasn’t even a possibility to her. Not now. Not with him in such a state. “Please. If you are worried, come back and check on me tomorrow morning.” Rance’s mouth twisted into a crooked shape, showing his disapproval. “Okay, but I’m betting your sister will want to see that you are okay for herself, Megan.” “Fine. Bring her back with you in the morning.” Megan looked back at Luke, realizing he was calming down just a bit. “You bet I will.” Rance looked at the other men. “Let’s go.” Though they seemed reluctant to leave her, each shifted back into wolf form and ran down the path. At the top of the nearest hill, all six looked back at her and Luke. When the last of the six disappeared from view, she turned back to Luke. His angry stare remained intent on the hill where his tribesmen had just been. Her anxiety blasted higher inside her. What now? “Luke, are you okay?”

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He didn’t acknowledge her. “They’re all gone. It’s just you and me.” Nothing. Megan’s mouth dried up as she wondered if she’d made the right decision to stay. Tentatively, she touched his cheek with both hands. He grabbed her wrists hard. “Ouch!” His eyes widened, and he released her, taking a step back. “I’m sorry, Megan.” “I’m fine.” Looking in his eyes, Megan could clearly see his pain and guilt. “You just startled me.” “You shouldn’t have stayed with me.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “They were right to want to rip me apart. I’m totally fucked up.” “Open your eyes for me, Luke.” He did, and she held up her wrists and presented them to him to inspect. “See. No marks.” “If you had been injured, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.” “But you did.” “I barely am able to hold back my anger and lust now.” “Anger?” “You left me, Megan. No word. Just left.” She shook from head to toe as her own guilt burned in her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have done that, Luke. I know that now.” “Not good enough, little trespasser. You have to learn a lesson.” Megan didn’t like the sound of that. “I really am sorry, Luke. Truly.” The corners of his mouth curled up into the sexiest grin she’d ever seen on a man but only for an instant. “I know you are.” He swept her up into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning into his chest, Megan mewled. Sure, they’d only just met,

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but it still felt like home being in his arms. Luke began walking them back up the path. “Why don’t we take your truck back to your place?” she asked. “You shouldn’t worry about how we get back to my cabin, sweetheart.” “No? What should I worry about, cowboy?” “You might want to think about what kind of punishment I will decide to give you for running away. Right now, I’m thinking your pretty little bottom needs to be introduced to a paddle I have. Or maybe I’ll just use my hand. Mmm.” Her jaw dropped. “Put me down, please.” “Not a chance.” He laughed.

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Chapter Eight Megan stood on Luke’s back porch alone. She trembled, not from being naked outdoors in the cool night air but from anxiously waiting for Luke to join her on the porch and deliver his promised punishment. The door opened, and the sexy cowboy appeared, also naked from head to toe. She looked at his muscled torso and bit her lip. His chest was a powerhouse of strength that made her wet and wanton. Then he turned around and set down the items he’d brought with him from inside his house, giving her a sweet view of his perfect ass. She bit her lip. Turning around, he held up a large black paddle. “See this?” She nodded, looking directly at the scary thing. “I call it Mr. Discipline, and you sure deserve to feel his bite.” He tucked the paddle under his arm and then held up some handcuffs. “These are for you, too. Extend your arms, little trespasser.” “Can’t we talk about this, Luke? I really am sorry.” “I know, but you have to be punished. If you are ever tempted to run away from me again, sweetheart, you will remember Mr. Discipline’s sting. Now, give me your hands.” “I’m nervous.” Megan was also very turned on, though she wasn’t sure exactly why. She trusted Luke and knew he wouldn’t really hurt her. “You should be. Hands. Now.” As she complied with his command, her heart pounded in her chest. Luke placed the steel around her wrists and locked her hands

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together in front of her, anchoring her to a post on his porch railing. He reached around and flicked her nipples with his fingers, causing the ache in her pussy to become unbearable. She braved the question, “How many licks are you going to give me?” “You were very naughty, little trespasser, but don’t worry. I will give your ass just what you need.” He attached something to both her ankles. “Step forward.” “Okay.” “How about addressing me as ‘Sir’ until I say otherwise.” She winked. “I’d salute you, but my hands are cuffed.” He smacked her on the left cheek, and it stung enough to make her tear up. “Don’t be bratty, sweetheart.” “Yes, Sir.” Something about his commanding tone and the burn on her ass created a swirl of feelings inside her. The pain got her attention enough to let her get out of her head and into her body. As he locked her ankles to the same post that restrained her hands, Megan’s pussy dampened. He’d positioned her so that she was slightly bent, leaving her ass jutting out for easy access for him to punish her with Mr. Discipline. Megan trembled, in part anxious for the sting to come from Luke and in part hoping the man about to slap her bottom with the paddle might actually be falling in love with her. I’m lost to him already. The way he’d acted back on the path with those other tribesmen, she thought he just might be, too. She hoped that after the spanking, if she took his punishment to his satisfaction, Luke would make love to her. Luke rubbed her back with his callused hand, and she felt gooseflesh rise up on her skin. “You left me, Megan. I have to punish you for that. Understand?” A sudden panic shot through her mind. What was he doing? She barely knew him, no matter how much she already felt for him. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. The hurt she saw in

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his eyes touched her heart. “Please, Sir. Don’t spank me. I promise not to do it again.” He shook his head and continued stroking her back. “Little trespasser, I have to. You won’t learn unless I do. But if you’re good and brave, I promise to reward you after. Okay?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl. Let’s warm your gorgeous ass with Mr. Discipline, now.” He slowly placed the paddle against her ass. “Feel how hard he is, sweetheart.” “I do.” The paddle was cool and smooth on her flesh. “Here’s the first kiss.” Luke’s strike of the paddle hit her square on her right ass cheek. It stung like fire, and her breath caught in her chest. “Breathe, Megan. That’s it. Ready for another kiss?” “Uh-huh.” Her clit throbbed and her pussy moistened. Whack! She yelped, but the new burn to her other ass cheek took her to a dizzy, delicious place where the line between pleasure and pain blurred. Luke gently rubbed her bottom. “Two nice pink spots. But I’m not done, little trespasser. You still need to learn not to ever leave me. I’m going to paint your entire soft, smooth ass red tonight.” Whack! Her body shook and jerked forward a bit from the impact to another spot on her ass he’d found for Mr. Discipline. Tears rolled down her face, but she held back her cries. She wanted Luke to be proud of her. “Take a really deep breath. Good. Let it out slow.” The next round from Luke’s paddle came fast, one right after another. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The four fresh bites from the paddle to different spots on her ass worked together, causing her folds to puff up, her nipples to ache, her clit to throb, and her pussy to dampen. She’d never thought a

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spanking would feel so good. Unable to hold back, a soft murmur of pleasure escaped her lips. “Ohhh!” When Luke reached through her legs and covered her mound with his hand she wiggled into his fingers. “Nice and soaked with your delectable juices. Good girl. Almost done, little trespasser. You’re doing great. If you keep it up, you’ll get your reward. Understand?” Burning with pride, she nodded. Whack! Whack! These two kisses from Mr. Discipline turned even more quickly from pain to pleasure, and her ache drove her to the edge of insanity. Another whack to the very center of her ass, biting both cheeks this time, had her crying out, “Ow!” But the lust in her own tone was easily deciphered, and she was certain that Luke understood it, too. “Do you promise to never run away again, little trespasser?” “Yes, Sir.” But what did such a promise mean to him? “There’s some hesitation I detect in your voice.” Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Now, every square inch of her bottom burned. Shocked by what came next, Megan screamed as her womb clenched and climactic sensations rolled through every part of her body in response to the delicious punishment Luke had given her. He pressed his lips to the small of her back. “Come, sweetheart. Ride that orgasm.” “Yesss! God!” She shook in the restraints he’d placed on her. Every nerve ending fired hot in her. Every breath burned her throat. Every clench made her even wetter. He unhooked her arms and legs from the restraints, freeing her from the post. Then he hoisted her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes as another wave from the climax he’d given her drowned her completely. She had a sense of him carrying her into the cabin, but her thoughts were fuzzy and compliant. “Open your eyes, Megan.”

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She instantly obeyed. His fixed stare on her made her shiver. “You. Will. Never. Run. Away. Again. Right?” “Y–yes, S–Sir.” “I believe you. Now, let’s take care of your pretty, red ass, sweetheart.” He lowered her, facedown, onto his bed. She felt him apply some cream that cooled and softened the sting of Mr. Discipline’s kisses, and that act of caring unhinged her totally. Longing, deep and powerful, ran loose inside her once again. Unable to rein in her urges, she whimpered, “Please, Luke. I have to have you inside me.” “A bit of a vixen inside you, little trespasser? I guess you do deserve your reward.” **** Luke positioned Megan with her back to the mattress, and then he slipped a pillow under her bright-red ass, raising her lower half to the perfect height so that he could eat her pretty little pussy with ease. Gazing at her on the bed made his cock harden almost painfully and his balls load up to the absolute max. His lust to pierce her tight cunt with his dick drove him wild. Luke traced her sides with his hands. She moaned, sounding like a little kitten mewling. “You’re good and wet for me, little trespasser?” “Yes, Sir,” she confessed. “I better check for myself.” He dipped his fingers into her swollen folds. “Oh, yes. Your tasty cream is going to make quite the meal for me, sweetheart.” He moved between her legs. Placing his hands on her soft, smooth thighs, his fingertips found drops of her wetness that had splattered down her legs during the whipping he’d given her. He’d loved watching her ass turn pink, knowing she was willing

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to endure the pain for him. He loved that she trusted him enough to allow him to handcuff her, leaving her totally helpless. Touching her liquid want enflamed Luke’s hunger. He spread her legs apart and inhaled her scent, making his cock stretch even more. He wasn’t about to waste a single drop of her dewy deliciousness. He leaned forward and licked the spots on her thighs with drops of her juice that reminded him of honey and nectar. “Delicious cream, little trespasser. You will give me more.” “Yes, Sir!” He gazed raptly at her beautiful pussy that was a savory meal for the eyes. Megan’s skin was fair, but her mound was even more so, appearing creamy white, sans her puffy, pink folds. He sent a hot blast of his breath over her clit, barely visible now, but when he was done bathing her pussy, he knew it would jut out for him to tease and torture. She mewled under him, and her hands tugged at his hair. “Wrap your legs around my shoulders, sweetheart.” “Yes, Sir.” Her instant obedience fueled the raging fire inside him. Nothing could ever look more alluring to him than her pretty, tight cunt. Unable to hold back any longer, he skated his tongue over her swollen pussy’s folds. Tasting more of her sweet cream filled him with a craze to drown his mate with his seed. The sudden image of Megan, round and pregnant, holding their baby in her arms, assaulted him. The sooner she is pregnant, the better. With his fingers, Luke gently spread apart the lips of her cunt and looked into his mate’s lovely, pink hole. Mine! Inhaling deeply, he took in her essence. Without hesitation, he licked up more of her freshness, devouring more and more of her cream. “Oh, God!” she screamed. Luke knew she was close, so he squeezed her thighs and circled her clit with his tongue. “Yes,” she breathed. “So good.” As each lap of his tongue brought more trembles from her, he

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realized she was reaching her limits. Thrilled with this moment, feeling connected to another human being for the first time, and hoping to lengthen the intimate pleasure with his mate, Luke slowed down his oral attack. He loved how wild and inflamed she was with each sweep of his lips on her pussy and how needy and wanton she became when he stopped licking on her tender flesh. When her thrashing subsided, Luke returned to his meal of her sweet cream. He loved the feel of her legs around his shoulders, her hands tugging at his hair, and her thighs against his cheeks. He captured her clit between his teeth, and his reward was Megan shifting her hips up, thrusting her pussy against his face. His balls were heavy with seed meant for her pussy. He’d never dreamed he would desire to possess anyone, but he couldn’t have been more fucking wrong. Megan was his. That was an uncontestable fact. And the more he drank down her juices, the more that truth resonated in his mind—and in his once black and lonely heart. “God! Oh! God!” She shook violently underneath him and almost jerked his hair out. “That’s it, little trespasser. Come for me. Deliver up your sweetness.” He covered her entire mound with his mouth, sucking every delectable drop of her dew. “Yesss…” Megan slurred. He looked up from between her legs and saw tears streaming from her gorgeous eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his entire life. Once again, the image of her holding one baby and pregnant with another in her sweet, rounded belly came to his mind. “Sweetheart, more to come.” He positioned himself on top of his mate with his cock pressing on her pussy. “Fuck me, Luke. Please.” The desperation was easy to detect by her tone and the look on her face. “I have to have you inside me.” “Your pleasure is my command, little trespasser.” He thrust his cock into her sweet pussy. Nothing and no one had ever seemed so

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right, so perfect, so…home as her, right now, with him. He feathered her lush mouth with his, and she submitted to him by parting her lips. Hungrily, he swept his tongue into her greedy mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned into him. This little trespasser had changed him forever, and he would never let her go. He shoved his cock deeper into her channel. “Let me feel your cunt clamp down on my dick.” “Yes, Sir.” “Yes, little trespasser. Just like that.” He loved the feel of her squeezing his cock with only her pussy. Lengthening his strokes into her, Luke grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the mattress. He recalled her escape in his truck, and he renewed his vow to never allow that to happen again. “Oh…oh…oh…” she mumbled. “You. Are. Mine.” “God!” “You. Are. Mine.” His cravings to consume her, to possess her, to claim her forever as his alone clawed at his being, causing him to thrust into her harder and faster. Her eyes opened wide, brimming with tears. Her mouth was agape, but she produced no sound. His balls were heavy and ready to send his seed into his mate’s womb. As he imprinted himself on Megan, his connection to her deepened and became all-consuming. She thrashed under him like a live wire. “Come for me, little trespasser. Come, now!” She screamed, “God! Yes! Luke!” When he heard his name pass her lush lips, holding back was not possible. He shoved his cock into her pussy as far as he could and flooded her insides with his cum. Mine!

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Chapter Nine Megan snuggled her back into Luke’s front. By his rhythmic breathing, she believed him to be fast asleep. What was it about him that called to her on so many levels—hell, every one of her levels? It was so much more than his championship lovemaking that mesmerized her, though she couldn’t imagine not drowning in him again and again. He swamped her senses and filled her with so much more than his cock. But he was broken. There was a deep wound in him that he kept hidden from her and everyone. She sensed it. The secret pain inside him clearly was the reason he’d retreated from the world, from his tribe, from life. Tears welled up in her eyes for Luke. He’d overwhelmed her very soul with his declaration of “you are mine.” How many times had he told her? Several as he’d claimed her body with his cock. Even more as she’d begun drifting off to sleep in his arms. The early-morning sun peeked in through his front window, illuminating the cabin in a warm glow. Megan wondered what she could do to ease his suffering. Whatever it took, she was willing to do it for him. “Quiet.” Luke’s single word startled her. He sat up and pulled her in tight to his body, clearly the act of a protector. His body felt taut and ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble. She listened for any sound but heard only her own breathing. “What’s wrong?” she asked in a whisper, knowing his wolf shifter senses were much more powerful than her own mere human ones. Luke sniffed at the air. “Rance and Troy are back.”

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“Oh.” She expected him to relax, knowing that last night they’d promised to return around this time. “Your sister and grandmother are with them.” “You get that all from smell?” “Yep.” He leapt from the bed and pointed to the top drawer of his dresser. “Your clothes are in there. Get dressed. They will be here in ten minutes.” “Okay. I can’t wait for you to meet my sister and Gran.” “I’ve seen them both before.” “But I want them to get to know you.” “Not happening.” He walked to the back door. “I don’t understand this at all.” “You don’t have to. What you do have to do is tell your family that you are okay and that you are staying here.” “For how long, Luke? I have things I need to take care of. Besides, I’d like to spend some time with my sister and Gran.” His face darkened like a sudden thunderstorm. “You are not leaving me.” Megan winced, believing she’d opened up his wound. He wanted her—that much was obvious to her. His uberpossessiveness with her had been a mystery to her. Now, she was becoming painfully aware that it came from a place of fear inside him, the same place his pain resided. She nodded. “No. I won’t leave you. I will come back. I just would like to spend one night with Kate. There’s so much I want to tell her about you, about us. Can’t you understand that?” Luke walked right in front of her, each step sounding like thunder in her ears. He leaned down and glared at her. “Please, Luke. I don’t know why you are so angry with me.” She couldn’t bear making him suffer more. He cupped her chin with his rough hand. His stare locked on her eyes, and she gazed back at him. A minute passed and another. Suddenly, Luke sniffed the air,

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breaking the silence between them. He looked out the window and then back at her. “You promised, little trespasser, not to leave me again. Did you lie?” “No. I won’t leave you. I meant it when I said it. So, you don’t want me to spend the night away. Okay. Let me go have some lunch in town with Kate and Gran. I’ll come right back after.” He shook his head. “You can eat with them here. No more arguments. They are almost here. Now, get dressed.” He turned and walked to the back door. “Your sister and grandmother may stay as long as you like today, but Rance and Troy need to get the fuck off my property. Tell them that for me, understand?” “Why are you being this way? What do you have against them?” She slipped on her jeans, wondering why he refused to meet Kate and Gran. “Does your crazy testosterone explosion have something to do with being a shifter?” She’d seen jealousy before but nothing like the way Luke was acting. “Just do what I say, Megan.” He opened the door and turned back with one last glance. “I’ll stay close.” Then he jumped into the air, shifting fully into his wolf form in time for his four paws to hit the ground. In a flash, he was gone from her sight. Just as Luke had predicted, she heard a truck headed toward the cabin. Now fully dressed, she stepped out the front door and saw Gran’s bright-red Super Duty F-450 Ford King Ranch approaching. She knew Luke’s truck, still parked on the road where they’d left it last night after the ambush by Rance and company, wasn’t near the size of this tank. Gran had always been flashy when it came to her vehicles. She was behind the wheel, with Kate next to her. Rance and Troy weren’t with them, and Megan breathed a sigh of relief. Gran waved at her from behind the windshield. She and Kate opened their doors and rushed toward her. “Sweetie, where’s this man that has swept you off your feet?” Gran asked as she wrapped her arms around Megan.

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“He’s not here.” She turned to Kate, who was looking around like a soldier on the battlefield trying to spot a sniper in the trees. “Where are Rance and Troy, Kate?” “They’re around.” “Damn it. In wolf form?” “Yes.” Megan shouted as loud as she could. “Rance! Troy! Don’t mess with Luke!” “What’s your problem, sis?” “They need to get off this property, Kate. Luke is in no shape to face some overprotective shifters.” “Is he hurt?” “Not physically. If they find him or he finds them, I’m afraid someone is going to get hurt.” “Rance and Troy will keep their cool. But if your abductor—” “He didn’t kidnap me, Kate.” “Really? You went for a ride on Nightmare, a horse who we’ve ridden since we were girls, and he comes back without you. When I try your cell—nothing. Then I send my fiancés out to find you. I was worried sick. Can you imagine how I reacted when Rance told me how he found you and how crazed this loner—who supposedly rescued you—was?” “He’s not crazy, Kate.” “Really? Let me quote my fiancés.” She made quotation marks in the air with two fingers from each hand. “Rance said, ‘The guy is a loner and maybe a bit of a ticking time bomb, honey.’ Then Troy piled on top of that, ‘I doubt he’d hurt your sister. He’s completely imprinted himself on her.’ Well? What do you have to say to that?” “You might consider finding smarter fiancés, sis.” She laughed, hoping to lighten the moment. It didn’t work. Kate folded her arms over her chest and glared at her. “Girls, settle down. Kate, your sister is clearly in good health.”

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“Maybe physically.” Gran put her arm around Kate. “Even since you were little girls, you always took on the role of protector for your two sisters, sweetie. But Megan isn’t a child anymore. She can make up her own mind. I trust her instincts. You should, too.” Kate’s shoulders sagged, and she sighed. “I know, Gran. I do. But after what Rance and Troy said about this guy, how can I not be worried?” “I’ve seen Luke in town a few times, and of course I knew his father and mother.” Gran motioned Megan closer with her hand. “He’s shut himself off since the accident, but there is still goodness inside him.” Gran wrapped her other arm around Megan. “You are two amazing women, girls.” Megan kissed her grandmother on the cheek. “Thank you, Gran.” “Does he have a tea kettle in his house, dear?” “I really don’t know.” “Well, any old pot will do.” She pulled out three tea bags from her purse. These were not from the grocery store but were obviously of a homemade variety. “I think we could all use something warm and sweet to go with them.” Also from her purse, she produced a square, clear container. Its contents were cookies, which Gran was famous for countywide. “You trying to enchant us?” Kate asked. Gran smiled broadly. Megan’s eyes widened. Now that she’d performed a spell, she was positive she’d inherited the gift from her family. “Gran, are you?” “Enchant is too strong a term. This tea has more medicinal powers than magical.” “But it does have magical powers, too?” Kate pointed at the bags dangling from Gran’s hand. Her lips curled up ever so slightly, and she shrugged. “It does, I must confess.” “What does drinking it do to a person?” Megan asked.

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“To a normal person, nothing. To a witch, it enhances their powers.” Megan asked, “Why would you want to get our powers all stirred up, Gran?” “Because she’s not entirely sure about Luke either, sis.” She folded her hands over her chest. “Is that true?” Gran frowned, which wasn’t something Megan had seen very often. But whenever her grandmother did, she knew it was time to pay close attention to whatever came next. She turned to her sister and saw that she, too, was nearly standing at attention. Gran put the tea bags back in her purse, and her face softened. “Are we going to stand out here and discuss this where all the wolves can hear what we have to say, or are we going to go inside and have a private conversation?” When they walked into the cabin, the first thing Megan noticed was the state of the bed. Gran and Kate, who were already at the counter getting the water for their tea into a pot to boil, didn’t seem to notice. Megan knew that they surely had seen the unmade wreck left after the intense sex she’d had with Luke. Her cheeks burned ever so slightly. “Megan, does he have a radio or television that we can turn on? In wolf form, they will still be able to hear us without some music or other sounds.” That surprised her, but given how the last few days had been one shock after another, it really shouldn’t have. She turned on the little TV she’d seen yesterday. The local station’s morning news popped on the screen. “Will this work?” “Perfect. I’ll burn some sage, just to make sure we have some privacy from eavesdroppers.” Gran pulled a tiny bundle of grayishgreen aromatic leaves and a box of matches from her purse. After she lit the sage, she nodded. “Now, come sit down with us. We’ve got so much to talk about.”

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**** Luke sniffed the air. In human form, his sense of smell was heightened, but in wolf form, it was almost magical. There were six human heartbeats besides his own on his land. The three inside his cabin were female—his mate, her sister, and her grandmother. The other three were approaching. They were from the tribal pack, the group he had rejected long ago. Rance, Troy, and Hawk were also in their wolf bodies. He bared his fangs, waiting for them to appear from behind the trees. They all came into view. We’re not here to fight you, Luke. Rance’s thought didn’t faze him one bit. His fur remained high and taut on his back. Hawk snarled. But if he wants a fight, I’m ready to give it to him. Luke recalled the day that his aunt had knocked on his parents’ door. Hawk hadn’t warmed up to him when he’d first arrived, so Luke had given him his space. Eventually, they had grown close, acting more like brothers than cousins. Still, something about Hawk’s parents’ split had obviously left a deep scar in his cousin that had often oozed to the surface on more than one occasion, driving a wedge between them. After the accident, Luke had walked away, leaving any chance of a bond with his cousin in ruins. Luke growled a low warning. This is my land you are on, and I want you off of it, now. Rance shifted into human form. “Come on, Luke. You have to understand why we are here. Our mate is here, too.” He did understand. His own mate, Megan, had awakened the unimaginable protective urges inside him, too. Why is Hawk here? You and your brother are mated to my mate’s sister. He is not, Rance. “Well, given how we left you yesterday, we wanted to have some backup, just in case you went off the rails.” Rance turned to the other two. “Shake off your wolf shapes. He needs to see that I’m telling the

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truth.” Troy shook his body and stood up, now in human form. I don’t trust him, Hawk, still in his wolf body, sent. “Shift now, Hawk.” Rance glared at the beast. “I know you love to fight, but this is our business. You’re only here because we asked you.” Your call, I guess. But if this lone wolf moves a single muscle, I will, without hesitation…The angry tribesman shifted and stood up on his two human legs. He glared at Luke. “Rance may trust you not to pounce. I don’t. Time for you to shift, too, asshole, or get ready to feel my fangs in your worthless carcass.” It’ll be your funeral. Despite the apparent truce from Rance, Luke considered remaining in wolf form due to Hawk’s threat. Remaining on all fours gave him a clear advantage over the three other men, now in human form. But as the image of Megan, naked and in his arms, appeared in his mind, he relented. If he could avoid bloodshed today to please her, he would. If not, so be it. He pulled from the very center of his being and transformed back into his human shape. Hawk curled his hands into fists. Luke respected that. The guy was no pushover. “Thanks.” Rance nodded. “For what?” Hawk’s face darkened. “He’s done nothing to earn our thanks. He’s the one who chose not to be part of the tribe. Fuck him.” Luke wondered where this standoff would end. Like him, Hawk was hot with rage and ready to go fist to fist, claw to claw, fang to fang until blood spilled. Troy wasn’t far from it either. Only Rance seemed hesitant to spill blood, but only just a bit. Every minute he wasn’t next to Megan and these males were within pouncing distance of her fueled his blackness. His mind began to replay the accident that took his parents from him. “Fuck no,” Luke cursed, willing the memory away.

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Hawk took a step toward him. Bring it on. Rance moved between them. “Cool it, Hawk. He hasn’t hurt anyone. We are only here to make sure the women are safe.” The hothead growled. “Well, if you and Troy are satisfied that this piece of shit is harmless, I’m out of here.” Rance nodded. “Fine. Go.” Hawk shook his head. “Okay.” Then he fixed his stare on Luke. “You shouldn’t have left the tribe, cousin. You’ve brought shame to our family.” Then he shifted into his wolf shape and ran back the way he’d come. Troy leaned against a tree. “Don’t hold it against your cousin, Luke. He’s got his own set of issues to deal with.” “I know.” He’d watched Hawk immerse himself in the tribe, becoming its most ardent self-appointed defender. Luke had been proud of him, but after his parents died, he’d pushed his aunt, the tribe, and even Hawk away. The kid had been crushed. So many times Luke had thought to reach out to him over the years, but the blackness and guilt in his own heart kept him from it. Hawk would have to sort things out on his own. “Are you ready to stop threatening us, Luke?” Troy asked. He looked in his eyes and saw no fear or judgment. “No threats, Keekoti. I just want you off my land.” “Not a good idea for you.” “Why not?” “You want to keep your mate, right?” His ears perked up. What could they tell him that would help him with Megan? He wasn’t sure, but advice from the two guys engaged to his mate’s sister might be worth listening to. “You’ve got sixty seconds.” Rance chuckled. “You’re too much, Luke.” “He’s got a two-ton chip on his shoulder, bro.” “Are you two going to cluck like a couple of hens, or are you

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going to tell me what you came here to say?” Troy shrugged. “No sense of humor. Too bad. Megan isn’t like you, Luke. She enjoys being with people, especially her sister and grandmother.” “She’s with them now. I don’t see a problem.” “I bet you don’t.” Rance continued, “Black and white. That’s how it is with you. Your way or the highway.” “Do you two have a point?” “Ask yourself this question, Luke—can you make Megan happy if you keep her locked up in your cabin like a prisoner?” Troy answered for him. “You know you can’t.” Luke couldn’t deny that they might be right. He and Megan had just fought about her leaving to see her grandmother and sister. She’d relented, but at what cost? Still, Luke feared if he ever let Megan off his land and out of his sight, he might lose his mate forever. Rance looked him straight in the eyes. “You have to trust her, Luke. If she’s really yours, she’ll come home to you.” But in Luke’s experience, that wasn’t always the case. **** “Over the next few days, practice some of the spells from pages one to twenty, Megan,” Gran instructed her. “With my tea’s magic in you, they should be simple for you to master.” “What about this section, Gran?” Megan finished off her second cup of tea. She pointed to the next group of spells in the book Gran had brought with them. She wondered what had happened to the copy she’d borrowed from Kate. Luke had said he’d retrieve it the night before, but then Megan had decided to run and everything had gotten crazy. She’d ask him about it when he got back. “Those spells are a bit more advanced than you’re ready for, I’m afraid.” Gran winked at her. “It won’t be long, though, before the three of us are riding brooms on a moonlit night.”

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Her mouth dropped. “We actually ride brooms?” Shaking her head, Gran burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. In no time, Megan and Kate were chuckling along with her. It took a full five minutes for them to settle down back to a semblance of normality. “Oh, my. That felt wonderful, girls. Laughter truly is the best medicine, even for witches like us.” Megan smiled and hugged her grandmother. “So, we don’t fly in the air?” “I didn’t say that.” Gran’s serious tone startled her. “We just don’t ride brooms. We are modern women, after all. Now, about your wolf…he’s imprinted on you, I can see that. When a shifter first imprints, their instinct to dominate their mate is the most powerful and volatile. That’s quite normal for all shifters in the tribe. Everyone supports the newly mated by ensuring they are protected from hurting each other. With a human and a shifter, the risk goes up, as Kate knows firsthand, but still the tribe is there. But since Luke has abandoned them, I’m worried that he might be…well, a bit dangerous.” “Gran, you told Kate to trust me to make the right decision. What’s changed?” Kate frowned. “Yeah, Gran. What’s up? Now I’m thinking we need to take her with us when we leave.” “I just want her to be cautious, sweetie. That’s all.” Gran turned back to Megan. “You will, won’t you?” The worry in Gran’s eyes didn’t sit well with her. “Yes. I promise.” Luke wasn’t dangerous, at least not with her, though overprotective, possessive, and controlling—he was all that and more with her for sure. Gran took out her pocket watch, an oddity for a woman to carry but something she’d done for as long as Megan could remember. “Oh, my. It’s almost noon.” She stuffed the watch back into her jeans.

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“Nightmare is going to be stomping the ground if I don’t get him his food.” Kate stood up. “Give your sister a hug.” Megan jumped up and wrapped her arms around Kate. “Thank you for being concerned about me, sis.” “Always will be. Always.” “Let me wash these dishes before we go,” Gran offered. “No. It’ll take me less than five minutes to clean up. You go and feed your horse.” Megan would be sure to give the beast some sugar cubes the next time she saw him. She owed Nightmare that much, at least. If he hadn’t panicked in the woods, she would’ve never met Luke. “Don’t forget, sis, that my wedding shower starts at ten tomorrow morning. I want you next to me the whole time.” “Why?” “To defend me from those silly, embarrassing games everyone will insist on playing.” “You mean the kind of games where they put toilet paper on the bride-to-be?” “Ridiculous.” Megan smiled. “But you’re normally the first to insist about such games at showers.” “So? I wasn’t the one getting married at those parties.” “I’ll protect you, sis.” “You better.” Gran interjected, “Bring Luke with you, sweetie.” “Is the shower for men, too?” Megan asked. Kate laughed. “Rance and Troy urged me to include the males. I think they just wanted to be there to act as my personal bodyguards. What the hell can happen at a shower that I need protection from?” Megan pointed out, “A toilet paper dress, for one.” Kate shook her index finger at her. “Take my advice. If you haven’t fallen completely for Luke, run. Run fast. These shifter men

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can be domineering and smothering at times.” “I’m learning that, but it is too late for me, Kate,” she confessed. Nothing felt more true to her in all her life than how she felt for Luke. “I love him.”

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Chapter Ten Megan finished drying the tea dishes with a little towel she’d found in a drawer. Of everything in Luke’s cabin, this was the only item that had any color. To get a better look at it, she held it up to the light that was above the sink. Lovely yellow roses were printed on the soft fabric, causing her to smile. “That was my mom’s, little trespasser.” Startled by Luke’s words and sudden appearance, Megan dropped the cloth. It landed on the floor, and she reached to pick it up. “I’m sorry, Luke.” “Shh. Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” He carried Kate’s spell book in his hand. He set it on the counter and came up behind her, still naked from shifting earlier. “Luke, thank you for getting the book for me.” She stood up, and his hands came around her shoulders. “You’re welcome.” He kissed her neck. “My mom would’ve liked you. Dad, too.” She was thrilled that he was actually letting her take a peek into his secret pain, but only a peek. “Tell me about them.” He stroked her hair gently. “I can’t. Not just yet, Megan.” The pain she saw in his eyes melted her. “But someday, you promise?” His lips curled up. “You’re going to be quite the handful for me.” “You don’t even know.” “These clothes were for your guests. When it’s just us, I want you out of them.” He removed her top and bra. Megan closed her eyes, allowing him to undress her without resistance. “I plan on pushing

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you to the very limit, sweetheart.” “Well, then brace yourself. I plan on doing the same for you, too.” She took a deep breath and then continued. “My sister’s wedding shower is tomorrow morning. I want you to go with me.” “Megan, I can’t go.” He cupped her breasts with his large hands, sending tingles through her body. “Can’t or won’t?” she pressed. “Doesn’t matter.” He leaned down and removed her shoes. Then he helped her out of her jeans, leaving her with only her panties to wear. “There’s more. I don’t want you to go either.” Her jaw dropped. “That doesn’t make sense, Luke. She’s my sister.” Luke moved his hands down her curves. “And you saw her today. I know you don’t understand, but I’m asking you to not go.” Something in his voice told her that if she left, he truly would suffer for it. Was he afraid she wouldn’t come back? “Tell me why. Make me understand.” “I can’t, Megan. I’m not sure I even know why. It’s nuts to you, I’m sure. Hell, it’s nuts to me, too.” His mouth came down on her neck, painting little kisses on her tender skin. His lips worked her into a craze, making it hard for her to concentrate. “Try, Luke. Please help me to understand.” Megan caught a glance at his hardening cock, and her breath caught in her chest. “All I can say is that before you, I felt dead inside. You’ve changed everything for me, Megan.” His hands worked gently on her breasts, causing her nipples to extend and tingle. “Now that I have you, I won’t risk losing you.” Attempting to push back the rising urges Luke was calling forth, Megan took a deep breath and looked long and hard at him. “I understand that being around people is hard for you. You’ve been hiding out in this cabin for God knows how long, but if you’ll just take that first step…” “I’m not big on talk, little trespasser. I communicate better with

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my hands. Turn around and lean forward with your hands on the counter.” Though her pussy had started aching the minute he told her to turn around, Megan wasn’t about to give up. “But I want to discuss this more.” He pinched her nipples, causing her to yelp. “Turn around.” I bet Luke thinks he can get me to forget about Kate’s party. Not a chance. “I will if you promise to keep talking.” As he continued to softly rub her breasts, Luke’s unblinking eyes fixed on her. She tried to keep her head, but his fingers and stare were quickly making that impossible. “Turn. Around. Now.” “Please, Luke.” She turned around, placing her hands on the counter as he’d instructed her to do. Clearly, he was trying to distract her with sex so he wouldn’t have to answer her questions. Well, she was ready to go the distance with him and prove him wrong. “I like the sound of begging on your pretty lips. Spread your legs for me, little trespasser,” he commanded. Unable to resist him, she obeyed. “Do you want to make me happy, cowboy?” “More than anything.” Luke’s hands stroked her thighs slowly, causing her desire to stir. “When I touch you like this…does it make you happy?” “Yes. So much. But—” “And this.” She felt him feather a kiss on the small of her back. “You like that?” She sighed. “Oh, yes.” “What about this, little trespasser?” He pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then he nipped at her ass cheeks, making her pussy moisten. “Yes, Luke. I love it.” “Pleasuring you to the edge of sanity will be my joy each and every day from now on.”

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Her arousal and want expanded. Stimulated beyond measure, she moaned as one of his hands fingered her ripe pussy’s folds and the other held her in place by the waist. Their talk about the party would have to wait. Later, he would have to face her questions head-on. For now, the only thing she could concentrate on was his touch. Leaning forward even more, she pressed back into the hand on her mound. He got down on his knees in between her legs. “You’ve got the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever seen, little trespasser.” His hot breath skated across her pussy, sending a steady pulse to her clit. His tongue darted over her puffy mound, rousing a thirst in her that needed to be quenched by his cock inside her. Feeling him spread her folds with his thumbs, her body began to vibrate from head to toe but especially in her pussy, where his mouth lingered on her. “I love your cream, sweetheart.” He growled. Megan moaned as his amazing tongue swept across her mound, and she felt more liquid seep from between her legs. Her clit ached, driving her mad with want. She needed what Luke had to give. More than that, she needed him. With skill beyond measure, Luke worked her into a total frenzy. He clipped her tiny hood with his tongue and pierced her pussy with his fingers. His rhythmic licks had her gasping and dizzy. With each stroke of his tongue on her pussy, her sensations intensified. His fingers thrust deeper into her, but the only thing that would truly satisfy her want was much bigger and harder. “Please, Luke. Fuck me.” “Your pleasure is my command, sweetheart.” He hoisted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. When he placed her on the mattress, she looked up at Luke. His eyes were filled with a hunger that might’ve frightened her before, but now it only enflamed her already-hot want. “God, you are beautiful.” He cupped her chin with one hand and tugged on her hair with the other. Then he kissed her deeply, sending

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a clear, unspoken message—you are mine. He placed his legs between hers, spreading her wide. She felt his hands move to her sides and in a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her body, splitting her pussy, driving her wild. “You’re so tight, little trespasser. So fucking good.” Luke’s cock pounded deep into her. Crazed with searing desire and sizzling sensations, Megan clawed at his chest as his dick hit the spot inside her channel. “Mine,” he growled, increasing the speed of the thrusts of his cock into her. Her clit ached, and her pussy clenched. Having him inside her, filling every inch, made her burn and glow. Her lips vibrated and tingled as tiny little gasps escaped her mouth. Riding the climax he’d given her, Megan’s womb clenched and she screamed. Luke’s body stiffened as he slammed into her one last time. Once again, but this time with a loud shout, he proclaimed, “You are mine!” “I am yours, cowboy, and you are mine.” **** Megan slipped from the bed and was glad that Luke didn’t stir. They’d made love for hours before dropping off to sleep. Between each orgasm, she’d tried to get him talking again. But instead of answering her questions, he would start another round of kisses and caresses. She walked to the sink and filled a glass with water from the faucet. Megan looked back at the man who had captured all of her heart. Even though it would be difficult to explain to Kate and Gran, Megan would not be attending the shower. She couldn’t bear adding to Luke’s suffering and pain. In time, she hoped he would soften his possessive nature with her. But how? Sipping the water in the glass, Megan spotted the spell book that

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Luke had returned to her earlier. Could her answer be in there? **** “When he was only ten, Luke jumped in the river and got bitten by a poisonous snake.” His mother’s voice rolled in his mind. “He’s always been a tough one his whole life,” his dad added. Luke woke up slowly, longing for more of the gentle voices of his parents that had come with that dream. Usually, his only visits from them came in nightmares, reenactments of the accident, again and again. He’d been furious with his dad for not letting him drive as punishment for not finishing his homework. He’d yelled at his father about the injustice of his decision from the moment they’d left their land and had kept on yelling during the trip. His anger had seemed so valid to him back then. Now, he knew it for what it really was—a selfish teenager’s rant about needing experience behind the wheel so he could have a chance of getting a license. The argument had escalated until his dad had become so distracted, he’d driven onto the gravel on the shoulder of the road then overcorrected his swerve to get them back on the pavement. He drove them off a cliff and into the river below. Luke had shifted into his wolf body. Though both his parents were shifters like him, they’d failed to transform into their wolf shapes in time to escape their deaths. When the members of the tribe reached out to him to console and help him, he’d pushed them away, knowing he didn’t deserve their kindness. All he’d wanted was to be left alone. That was until his mate showed up on his property. Luke clenched his jaw as the memory of the night he’d caused his parents’ death flattened him out. Megan deserved to know the truth of the evil he’d caused. But if she knew, she would certainly leave him. That would destroy him

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even more than losing his parents had done. He just couldn’t bring himself to tell her. “Why is he so closed off to me?” Megan asked. “It’s not just you, dear. He’s been suffering ever since we died,” his mother answered. My mother? He wasn’t dreaming. That realization shocked him into total consciousness. He sat up and looked at Megan. She was sitting in a chair, facing wispy images of his parents. “Look. He’s awake.” His dad smiled. “Join us, son.” “What the hell is going on?” His heart pounded in his chest as ancient guilt began to suffocate him. “What have you done, Megan?” “Luke, relax. Your girlfriend is a pretty impressive witch. She reached through the ether and called us to her.” His eyes were wider than he thought possible. This was too much to take in. “Is this some kind of trick?” “No, Luke. I used Kate’s spell book to do this. I wasn’t going for this exactly—” “What do you mean?” He was rambling but couldn’t help himself. Seeing his parents with Megan was too surreal, too close to his darkness. Once she knew, she would leave him. “Son, relax. We’re here. I can sense you doubt what you see and hear.” The image of his father smiled broadly. “Am I right?” “The spell I invoked was actually a truth spell.” Megan stood up and walked to him. “I wanted to know the truth about why you had trouble with me going to Kate’s shower. Voilà. Instead of some disembodied voice telling me what I desired, your parents showed up to fill me in.” She sat down beside him on the bed and took his hands. He looked back at his parents, still floating by the table. “Is it really you?” His mother’s eyes sparkled brightly, just like he remembered them. “Yes, honey.” “I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t mean to open up this can of worms.”

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He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I thought I’d never see them again. I’m the reason they’re dead, Megan. I caused it. I did it.” “Shh, Luke.” She put her arm around him. “That isn’t what happened at all. Ask them.” He glanced up at his parents. Their arms were around each other. “Son, we’ve been watching you since we left. You’ve been carrying that crushing guilt for too long.” “But I killed you,” he choked out. “You didn’t. It was an accident. That’s all.” His mother’s spirit floated next to him. He could actually feel her hand as she cupped his chin. “Your father and I passed on together, Luke. And though I wish we could’ve been with you to help you, we have been together ever since.” His dad’s spirit came up behind his mother’s. “We will never be apart, son. Ever. Now you have a chance to embrace a beautiful woman. Honor our memory by living, Luke.” The images of his parents began to fade. “I will.” “I love you, son.” His dad smiled. His mother kissed his cheek, and he felt a tingle where her spirit lips touched him. “I love you, Luke. We’ll always be close. Take good care of him, Megan.” “I will,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. As the images of his parents faded out completely, Luke pulled Megan close. She had healed his pain and brought light into his world. She was his mate, his true love, and the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. “I love you, Megan.”

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Chapter Eleven Megan opened her eyes and saw the warm glow of sunbeams coming in from the cabin’s windows. Exhausted by the conjuring of Luke’s parents, she’d quickly fallen asleep in his arms. The next time her grandmother visited the cabin, Megan would ask her if the magic tea they’d sipped might’ve been the cause that turned the truth spell she’d tried to cast into a more powerful spell that brought forth the departed. It wasn’t something that she wanted to try again. Luke wasn’t in the bed with her. In fact, he wasn’t in the cabin. On his pillow was a note for her and the keys to his truck. Sweetheart, Have fun at your sister’s shower. Love, Luke Megan’s heart flip-flopped. She was the luckiest woman in the world to have Luke, a man who loved her beyond anything she’d ever known possible. And she loved him. Kissing the note from Luke, she grabbed the keys. In time, she imagined he might actually go with her to Kate’s or her Gran’s. Baby steps. As Megan got ready to go, she felt deliciously lighthearted. Less than a month ago, she hadn’t known witches, spirits, or wolf shifters even existed. Now, her whole world was alive with magic, and at its center was Luke—her wolf.

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**** Sitting on the sofa between Kate and Gran, Megan looked at the crowd, both men and women, who had come to the shower. The mixing of genders that Kate’s two fiancés had requested for the event worked perfectly. But it wasn’t just a mix of genders in attendance. Only a few were not of some kind of magical ilk. That thought made her grin. Suddenly Heather, her and Kate’s youngest sister, appeared from the hallway that led to the bedrooms, yawning. “You started without me?” According to Kate and Gran, Heather had arrived late last night in a whirlwind of suitcases and stories about her travels abroad. “Of course we did, sweetie.” Gran motioned Heather to sit beside her. Standing by Rance and Troy at the counter with all the food, Hawk followed Heather’s every move with his unwavering eyes. Knowing Heather’s ethereal ways and seeing how Hawk acted on the night he and Kate’s men had come to take her from Luke, Megan didn’t believe such a coupling would have any chance of working. Once Heather knew that they were all witches, including her, only the fates knew what she would do. Thankfully, Gran had recommended they hold off telling her until after the shower. “Did I get here in time for Make up the Bride?” Heather asked. Megan felt Kate squeeze her hand, sending a clear message that the game wasn’t something she wanted to do. “Let’s hold off on that, Heather. There’s still more gifts for Kate to open.” “Sure. Looks like quite the haul.” Kate smiled. “I’m very lucky to have such great family and friends.” She was going to be an amazing wife and mother. Megan looked over at Rance and Troy.

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They gazed at Kate as if she were a work of art in a museum. Megan was certain they would be amazing husbands and dads, too. Megan couldn’t wait to have children with Luke. He would be a terrific father. She patted her own belly, wondering what it would feel like to be pregnant. Gran patted her hand. “You already know?” she whispered. “Know what?” “Nothing,” she answered, the lie obvious on her lips. “Tell me.” “Honey, you are pregnant.” Megan let that sink in. How could Gran know such a thing? She’d only just been with Luke a few days. But Gran was a witch and an experienced one at that. She knew. “I am. Really?” “Yes, really,” she whispered. “Don’t tell anyone until I have a chance to tell Luke.” “Sure, sweetie.” Gran pointed to the front door, which someone had just opened for the next guest to arrive. “Now’s your chance. He just arrived.” Her jaw dropped. Standing in the doorway was her lone wolf, dressed in a suit that didn’t quite fit with a tie that was a decade or so out of date. He looked so perfect. Her Big Bad Wolf had transformed into Prince Charming, making her feel like a fairy-tale princess. Luke scanned the room and smiled at her when their eyes locked. All eyes turned to him and several people actually gasped. Hoping to rescue him from good-intentioned people with a million questions, she leapt from the sofa and ran into his arms. “You came.” “Hardest thing I’ve done in a long time, Megan. I’m not really fond of people. And crowds…well, you get the point.” The sacrifice Luke had made for her to come to Kate’s party filled her with joy. “I’ve got some news.” His eyebrows shot up. “I’m listening.”

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She shook her head. “Not here. I’ll tell you back at our place.” He touched her cheek. “Whenever you’re ready to go, just say so.” “Let’s go home, Luke.” She touched his tie. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.” “For you, sweetheart, I’ll do anything.” She looked into his yellow-brown eyes and saw her future. “I love you so much.” He kissed her, and her toes curled. “I love you, too, little trespasser.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR A military brat to the core, Kris Cook never put down deep roots in any particular geographic location. Until Texas. Why? Kris loves the sun. A voracious reader, Kris loves many genres of fiction, but this writer’s favorite books are romances that are edgy, sexy, with rich characters and unique challenges. Kris’ influences include JR Ward, Lora Leigh, and Shayla Black. Kris’ motto: I like cooking up really hot books for my readers. The hotter, the better. For news, info and upcoming releases, be sure to stop by www.KrisCook.net.

Also by Kris Cook Ménage Amour: Eternally Three, Book 1: Perfection Ménage Amour: Eternally Three, Book 2: Captivation Ménage Amour: An Eternally Three Novella: Lillian’s Rogues Ménage Amour: Three to Play Ménage Amour: Texas Wolf Pack 1: Secret Cravings

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