Silvertip Shifters Boxset Bks 1-4

by J. K Harper

  If, her human said with an impertinent sniff, he can catch me.

  Letting her tongue loll out in a wolfish grin, Abby added a staccato yip yip yip as she leapt and raced through the trees, leading Quentin ever onward and up the mountain. Through the far reaches of the forest, far beyond where humans would dare to go at night. Far beyond where any of the other wolves on this cold October run would go.

  Leading him to her.

  * * *

  Miles had passed before Abby began to slow in front of Quentin. He admired her lithe shape racing around tree trunks, under bushes, over downed logs and scatters of boulders. In his bear shape, his sense of smell was superior even to her acute wolf senses. The scent of his mate running in front of him, leading him to her, was so crisp and clear he felt as if he had the strength of twenty bears.

  He would never stop until he could catch her. His mate. His Abby.

  Abby flashed around an enormous boulder that gleamed faintly in the moonlight, disappearing behind it. With a roar, Quentin put on another burst of speed, barreling around the enormous granite boulder, thundering over the ground as he tried to catch up with her. But he raced into a tiny, empty meadow filled with nothing but the sharp, clear bathe of moonlight. Slamming himself to a halt in the middle of it, his claws leaving deep gouges in the earth, Quentin lifted his head as he opened his mouth in a roar, simultaneously bellowing out his cry and searching the chilly night for his mate.

  There. Her sweetness called to him from the left. Snapping his head around, he looked into the shadows between the trees. Sitting there, panting, was the light, beautiful shape of his she-wolf. He paused for a long moment, tipping his head in the other direction as if he wasn't sure where she was. Lifting his nose a bit more as if he'd caught another scent, he moved off to the right instead, pointedly sniffing in the direction of the trees directly opposite from her. Moving as quietly as he could, he listened as hard as he was able. Yes. She was following him into the middle of the glen, probably planning a surprise leap onto his back to startle him with her agile wolf ways.

  He'd see about that.

  Pausing almost at the other side of the tiny meadow, still ostentatiously sniffing in that direction, Quentin waited until it sounded like Abby was about halfway across the glen. Far more swiftly than he knew she expected, he whirled on his powerful hind legs, standing up on them and roaring his might into the moonlit glade.

  Shocked, she shied back from where she had indeed been right in the middle of the glen, her teeth baring and snapping her surprise. Quentin let himself stay up on his hind legs for a long moment, giving his saucy little love a good glimpse of how strong and powerful and brave he was. Then he dropped back down to all fours, the ground thundering beneath him as he landed. With a shake of his massive head that rippled over the huge hump of his shoulders and across the dark cinnamon and gold of his coat, Quentin shifted back into his human shape.

  Striding fearlessly across the glen toward Abby where she stood still in her wolf form, the look of surprise comical on her face, he reached out his hand to her. "Fair and square, Abby? You caught me, then I caught you. Right?"

  Quietly, he waited for her reply.

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  Abby stared at Quentin as he shifted into his human form and waited for her. Damn, he was fast. And smart. And hers. At that thought, she let herself shift back into human form, stepping across the pretty little glen in the cool moonlight to him. Her shifter genes didn't let her feel the cold nearly so much as a human would, though she still reveled in the delightful snap of the air against her bare human skin. Quentin was the same way, but he ran even hotter than she did. As she stepped close to him, she could practically feel the furnace of his body both heating her and beckoning her even closer.

  "Yes," she said, feeling utterly at ease as both her human and her wolf side accepted the truth of what was happening right now. "Yes, Quentin. Right now."

  With a groan, her big, burly man took the final step over to her and gathered her into his arms, pressing her close to him. His lips found hers, seeking and ravaging with all the pent-up energy of the run they had just experienced together. She was just as amped up as he was, and answered him stroke for stroke. Her tongue tangled with his, her teeth clashed against his as her lips tried to devour every inch of his mouth. He tasted strong, feral, and utterly divine.

  "Abby," he groaned, the rumble of his bear still muttering beneath his voice. "Mine," he growled, swallowing her answering cry.

  His broad, strong hands smoothed their way over her skin from her shoulders down her back, to the swell of her hips. His fingers tightened over her rear, pushing her hips against his, where she felt the heavy thickness of his dick pressing against her. The sensation made her lightheaded. Her entire body was already completely aroused from the run in the deep, wild magic of the moonlight around them. The fingers of his hand eased around the front of her hip, pressing between their stomachs and down between her legs. She let herself ease back a bit so he could find what he sought. As his exploring fingers encountered the dampness already heating her from between her legs, he groaned again with an almost desperate sound.

  "Abby," he said, pulling his head back slightly so he could look at her eyes in the moonlight. His own eyes were dark, almost completely swallowed up by his pupils so soon after shifting. "I need to be inside you right now, gorgeous. Right now."

  The dark, sexy need of his voice shuddered its way through Abby even as his thick fingers pushed deeper inside her, another one sliding in, then a third squeezing around the other two. She felt deliciously stretched, moaning as he began circling one of his fingers inside her.

  "Okay," she said in what she knew sounded like little more than a breath. "Sounds like a great idea." She sounded inane, but she didn't care. She wanted the same thing. She wanted him inside her.

  If this was what a hunter's moon run was supposed to be like, then she was in. All the way. Never in her life had she had a run like this.

  Then again, never before in her life had she run with Quentin like this. On a mating run. A full hunter's moon mating run.

  Gently and urgently, Quentin suddenly scooped her up, causing her to squeal a little bit. He very gently laid her down on the floor of the meadow, following with his own body. He snugged her into his side, warming her even more. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. “Let me touch you for just a minute, Abby," he whispered. The sheer need that made his voice shake trapped her own voice in her throat as she stared at him. "Let me touch you first."

  Trembling, she nodded. It took everything she had to not just grab his head and pull it down for another kiss, but she resisted. He knew what he was doing. Whatever it was, she wanted to be there for every second of it.

  Quentin smoothed his hand down over Abby's body, gently running his fingers from her collarbone over her breast, her stomach, her hip, the top of her thigh. Then he ran his hand up the other side, as if he were feeling her for the first time ever. His hand trembled with effort. Effort, she knew, that was him keeping himself from just taking her.

  That was what she wanted more than just about anything right now. Fine, he wanted to touch her first and she would let him, but—

  "Oh!" Abby gasped as Quentin suddenly leaned his head down to lick and stroke one breast while his other hand moved back between her legs, his fingers diving back in to her wet, needy depths. "Oh, okay. That's good. Oh, wow. Quentin." She knew she sounded totally nonsensical, but she was beyond caring. His touch sent fire blazing through her, as if her nerves were made of molten liquid that shivered and trembled and grew ever hotter beneath his touch. Between her legs, she felt the ache deep in her core that told her she needed his touch desperately. Now.

  "Abby. So damn beautiful." Sheer worship colored Quentin's voice. She half giggled, half gasped as his voice and his beard tickled over her breast, then moved to the other one.

  Her hips began moving almost of their own volition, gently swirling and circling and lifting off the gro
und. The moonlight poured over both of them, seeming almost as bright as day, although it cast inky black shadows, giving a mysterious, momentous cast to the little meadow. Abby dug her hands into Quentin's hair, clutching his head, pressing him closer to her breast. He lightly bit the nipple, making her gasp, then did the same to the other one. Back and forth he went, even as his hands whirled and stroked inside her. She was getting so wet there she could hardly stand it. She was ready for him. More than ready for him.

  She'd never been more ready for this man in her life.

  "Quentin," she said, her voice nothing more than a trembling gasp.

  "Yes," he finally said, lifting his head from her breast and shifting his body so that he was completely on top of her. "You're so wet for me, Abby. I'm not going to be able to hold back," he warned. "It's half killing me to hold back this much."

  "Don't hold back anymore," she commanded as best she could in her still shaky voice. "Don't you dare hold back on me, Quentin."

  Groaning, Quentin said, "Never. I'll never hold back on you again."

  With that, he reached down to guide himself to her entrance. Abby spread her knees, lifting her hips toward him as she looked into the wild darkness of his eyes.

  "Now, babe," he said. His voice roughened into a growl of anticipation. "Now!" With a roar, Quentin plunged himself into Abby, his steel-hard dick sliding into her. It filled her so full that she screamed from the stunning delight of it as her hands moved down to grip his shoulders with a strength she vaguely thought might bruise him. But she didn't care. Her Quentin, her lover, her mate, was plunging in and out of her, diving into her with deep strokes.

  Claiming her fully as his.

  * * *

  Quentin thrust himself into Abby's welcoming heat again and again, his head about ready to explode from the sound of her eager cries as she moved with him. Like a dance partner he'd known forever, who knew his every move and joyfully met them with her own. He didn't think it was possible, but his dick seemed to get bigger and harder, encased in her slick wet heat as he thrust in, then out, then back in. Her hair, an outflung wild golden mane around the face he could tell even in the moonlight was flushed, begged for him to gently grab on and hold. So he did, even as she held onto his shoulders and back so hard he felt as if she were burning her very fingerprints into his skin.

  As she clenched slightly around him, her voice took on the sexy, guttural quality it always did as she approached orgasm.

  "Yeah, babe," he said, barely holding himself back from spilling his seed inside her. He wanted her to come first. He wanted to feel her spasming around him in her wild release so he could enjoy every second of it as he plunged over the edge himself with her.

  "Come for me, Abby. Come for me, beautiful." He thrust into her faster, cupping one hand around her head as he bucked against her in the crystal clear moonlight. Far off in the distance, he heard a few wild echoes of wolf howls spiraling up over the mountainside. Abby arched her back, her sweet inner walls abruptly clutching him tightly as she suddenly shrieked out, the sound of her climax spilling out of her mouth in a sweet, joyous call that he couldn't help but echo himself seconds later as he fell right over that same damned beautiful edge with his mate.

  White fire seemed to lick through Quentin's body, jumping over to Abby and binding the two of them together tightly under the moonlight as their bodies moved and exploded and melted together as one. Her hoarse cries shouted along with his into the night air, her wolf howling beneath her voice even as his bear roared beneath his as the two of them claimed one another. As the two of them mated beneath the beauty of the magical full moon.

  As the lingering, delicious shudders ebbed and flowed and finally rolled away from both of them, Quentin gently lowered his body slightly to the side of Abby's, keeping his arm and leg flung over her while the bulk of his body rested on the ground so as not to crush her. He listened to her breathing as it steadied along with his. A deep sense of peace and satisfaction spread through his limbs like never before.

  After more long moments, during which Abby's hands gently rubbed his back and arms and basically every inch of skin she could touch, her face nuzzled into his neck, the heat of her body mingled with his combating the slight chill that both their shifter genes already protected them against, she softly laughed.

  "What's so funny?" he asked, his own mouth slipping into a smile at the sound of her sweet laughter.

  "Me," she said, shrugging beneath him. "You. Both of us. This," he could tell she was waving a free arm around, indicating the glen in the moonlight and the distant echoes of wolf howls in the mountains. "Us. I'm laughing," and she nuzzled her face into his neck even more, lightly kissing him, “because this is perfect. Because it's what I needed. What we both needed."

  Quentin leaned back a little bit, tipping his fingers under her chin gently so that she looked up at him. He could see the luminous blue-green of her eyes even in the moonlight, enhanced by the glow of her wolf. "Because you're finally ready to admit that I was right?" He let his grin tumble into his words. "You're finally ready to admit that I'm your mate, even if I am just a big, gruff, bumbling bear?"

  So quickly that it took his breath away and wiped away his grin into a serious, heartfelt expression, Abby said, "You're not bumbling. What you are is the fastest, strongest, most incredible man I've ever met. Bear, wolf, it doesn't matter. Wait," she interrupted herself, looking at him with a tiny frown on her forehead. "It does matter. It does matter that you're a bear. It's part of what makes you you, Quentin," she added so firmly that the sound shivered its way into his soul.

  “My wolf shifter mate," he said, wonder touching his voice even though he'd already known the truth of it for a long time. "I don't know what it is about tonight, if it's full moon magic and pack run magic and who knows what else, but I know more strongly than I've ever known before that you're exactly that for me, too. My mate. That I'm yours," he added just as firmly as she had.

  Abby smiled up at him, her sweet, full lips curving up with the luscious intention that slayed him every time he looked at her. "Some kind of magic for sure," she agreed.

  "Of course,” he said lightly, though every part of him felt buoyant and free, “it was because I was fast enough to catch you. Faster than you thought I could be, huh?"

  "Oh, yeah?" The sweet, teasing challenge in her voice whispered over him as she threaded her hand back into his hair. "You only caught me because I let you."

  "Is that so," he murmured, leaning down to her lips again. "Well, since you did, my sexy wolf shifter mate," he added, smiling again at the immense joy that word sent through him, a joy he saw reflected on her own face, "then I suppose we have the whole night ahead of us to keep seeing who's caught who."

  “I think you're right. My sexy bear shifter mate,” she said, smiling up at him.

  He proved the truth of that to her over and over again, all the amazing night long.

  * * *

  Thank you for reading Hunter’s Moon! It was so fun to write Quentin and Abby’s story. I knew the Silvertip Shifters would interact with the Black Mesa Pack, so this story was the perfect way to introduce the Silvertip Shifters.

  What’s next for the Silvertip Shifters? Shane & Jessie’s story in Mountain Bear’s Baby! Scroll to the next page to read it!

  Be sure to read more Silvertip Shifters:

  Hunter’s Moon: Quentin - Quentin & Abby

  Mountain Bear’s Baby: Shane - Shane & Jessie

  Taming Her Bear: Beckett - Beckett & Pix

  Rescue Bear: Cortez - Cortez & Haley

  Ranger Bear: Riley - Riley & Marisa

  Firefighter Bear: Slade - Slade & Everly

  Superstar Bear: Bodhi - Bodhi & McKenna

  Christmas Night Bear: Wyatt - Wyatt & Brynna

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  Mountain Bear’s Baby: Shane

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bsp; A bear shifter who found a fresh start in life...

  Rough, tough grizzly bear shifter Shane Walker left behind his gritty fighting past in the city for a fresh start. Living with his extended family at the shifter-only Silvertip Lodge in the beautiful, soothing mountains of Colorado changed him for the better. Now it's almost Christmas, everything is jingly and bright, and his life is pretty much perfect.

  A woman seeking a safe haven for her bear shifter son...

  Until Jessie McMillan, the passionate three-night stand he also left behind without saying good-bye, unexpectedly shows up in town with a shocking bombshell: her cute little baby boy is Shane's son.

  And a little sprinkle of holiday magic to create some lasting joy.

  Stunned at the news, Shane first runs like hell from the huge reveal that he is a father. But he must rein in his wild bear so he doesn't ruin what might turn out to be the most joyous holiday he's ever had: one with his precious son and the amazing woman who just might be his mate.

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  Lips pursed, eyes slightly narrowed in critical assessment, Jessica McMillan reached forward to touch a gentle finger to the shining star on the tree. Almost holding her breath, she pushed it just the tiniest bit to the left. It snuggled perfectly into place at the very top.

  There. Letting out a huge breath of relief, she turned to her friend Livy. "I think it's just right now. What do you think?"

  Livy's shiny dark hair bounced on her shoulders as she nodded. "Definitely perfect. In fact, I think that's the best Christmas tree I've ever seen in my entire life. Without a doubt." She gave another decisive nod. "Absolutely."