by Bella Jacobs
I arch my back, fingertips clawing into the wood beneath me as I sigh, “Yes. Please. Inside me, Luke, please.”
“Fingers on your clit,” he says, his breath hot on my neck as he bends over me, rubbing the head of his cock across my swollen flesh. “I want you to show me what you like, baby. Show me how you want it tonight.”
“Rough,” I growl, sucking in a breath as he slaps my ass and strips my dress roughly over my head. “And sweet. And with biting, please.”
“My pleasure.” Luke kisses my now-bare shoulder before dragging his teeth over my skin. And then he shoves into me from behind and I cry out—softly, mindful of my sister sleeping in the other room.
But all too soon, soft is banished by hard and fast and an orgasm so intense my eyes roll back in my head as I leave the planet for a few bliss-filled minutes. When I return to earth, I’m straddling Kite, riding him as he kisses and bites my nipples while Creedence lubes my ass with two teasing fingers. I can heal any damage sustained during play time in a few seconds—a minute tops—but we’ve discovered we like lube, how it makes everything so smooth and seamless and—
“Oh God, yes, Cree. Oh please,” I beg, rocking back, urging him to take me harder, faster, as Kite rubs my clit with his thumb and his cock swells thicker inside me.
A few minutes later, Kite loses himself inside me seconds before Creedence and I tumble over together.
I’m still tangled up in both of them, twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure, when Dust joins us on the bed, insisting, “My turn, Snow,” and I reach for him.
I roll onto my back on top of him, guiding his hands to my breasts as I position his cock at my entrance from behind. And then we do what we’re best at—harmony, unity, and coming.
So much coming…
Pretty soon, I’m as wasted on orgasms as I am on wine and far too tired to be expected to shower before bed.
“It’s okay to stay sex-dirty, right?” I ask, snuggling closer to Kite. “It’s not like real dirty, and I’ll…” I break off with a yawn. “…shower first thing tomorrow.”
“I think you smell like heaven,” he says, hugging me close. “Sleep well, love.”
“You, too,” I murmur. “See you sexy beasts in the morning.”
Dust and Creedence wish me a goodnight, but Luke only snores in response, because my tough guy is always the first one out. I know that about him now. I know so many things about all of them, but I can’t wait to know more.
To know everything.
To live happily ever after and then some with the best men in the world.
Epilogue
Wren
I awake to a gentle shake and a voice whispering in my ear, “Kite and I are heading out. Kin Born forces were spotted in Ballard, chasing a rhinoceros across the park.”
“Wah?” I blink, certain I must have misheard him. “Chasing a what?”
“A rhinoceros.” Dust smiles at my no-doubt befuddled expression. “But there haven’t been any rhinos in captivity in the Seattle area for almost fifty years.”
“So it’s a shifter?” I ask softly, trying not to wake Luke and Cree, who are still sacked out beside me on the bed.
“Maybe. If so, he or she must have been lab made and is likely unprepared for the dangers of having designer DNA in this city.”
I sit up, squinting at him in the light slanting in from the bathroom, where Kite is busy tying his hair back in a quick braid. “How many Kin Born are we talking about? Do you need me to come with you? Bust out the dragon?”
He smiles. “No. Kite and I can handle this one. There were no more than a dozen, and other Resistance members are already on the scene.”
Kite murmurs something in the bathroom before sticking his head out, phone in one hand and the end of his braid in the other. “They’re just waiting for us now. They lost the rhino.”
“How do you lose a rhino?” Dust asks.
Kite wiggles the phone and shrugs. “Don’t know. But take this. I’m almost ready.”
Dust takes the phone, and Kite blows me a kiss, which I catch and press between my legs, right near one of the hearts on my pajama pants, making him chuckle as he ducks back into the bathroom to put an elastic on his braid.
Neither he nor Dust seems overly stressed about this middle of the night mission, but I’m not inclined to underestimate the Kin Born. Just because we took down the Big Bad doesn’t mean the little bads can’t cause big problems. The Kin Born kill people. It’s basically their only purpose in life, and a purpose very much at odds with my own.
Especially when it comes to Dust and Kite.
“Two seconds. I’ll come with you,” I whisper, tossing back the covers and swinging my bare feet to the floor.
Dust frowns, shaking his head, but when he speaks it’s to the person on the other end of the phone, so I ignore him, flipping open my suitcase and digging for something suitable to wear to a rumble.
“Tail the Kin Born,” Dust says, “but don’t engage. We don’t want to pick a fight tonight, just see whether they’ve got a base in the area or this pack was a mobile unit. But send someone to find the rhino.” He pauses, breath rushing out in a huff. “Yes, James. We need to know where he or she came from and who’s making exotic designer shifters. A DNA mod that extreme can’t be stable.” He covers the receiver, whispering, “Wren, get back in bed. You need your rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” I say pleasantly, tugging on a stretchy black T-shirt and a pair of black jeans then digging back into my poorly organized suitcase for my tennis shoes. Maybe Creedence is right, and I should hire someone to pack for me. And keep my clothes clean. And make sure my toiletry bag has enough toothpaste and floss in it.
I’m a simple girl, but my life isn’t simple anymore, and my energy is better spent fighting the good fight than separating my whites from my darks or shopping for new underwear after Luke rips through my last thong.
I finally find my tennis shoes, tugging them on just as Dust and Kite head for the door without me. “Wait for me jerks!” I hiss. “Just have to tell Scarlett where I’m going, and I’m ready.”
“We’ll wait for you downstairs,” Dust says. “I left Luke and Creedence a note, so don’t worry about them.”
“As if we could sleep through all your yapping,” Creedence grumbles. “Have fun, be safe, feast on the blood of our enemies, etc.”
“Yeah. That. We’ll keep an eye on Scarlett, tell her what’s going on if she wakes up before you get back,” Luke adds before rolling over and tugging a blanket over his head.
I almost head for the door then, but I don’t.
I’m not sure why, only that something inside insists I pop into the adjoining room to check on my sister. I tell Dust and Kite, “Meet you downstairs in five,” and cross to the door, knocking only once before I push inside.
Unfortunately, I don’t think to call Scarlett’s name or get permission before I go busting into a space she clearly assumed was private. I don’t pause to listen first, either. If I had, surely I would have picked up on all the sighing and moaning before I caught my sister in bed with a vampire.
I let out a sharp yip and skid to a stop, hands flying up to cover my eyes only to drop down again to make sure she’s having fun, not being attacked.
Yep. Definitely having fun. Lots of fun, judging by the way she’s riding Nico like he’s the last stallion at the rodeo.
I try to reverse my steps, to sneak away and ask more questions about why she’s banging her kidnapper later, when she glances over, sees me peeping, and squeals, “Oh my God, Wren. Oh my God.”
“What’s going on?” Luke asks from behind me, but I lunge for the door, shoving it closed before he can run in.
“Nothing,” I call. “It’s girl stuff. Private girl stuff.”
“I’m sorry, Wren.” Scarlett rolls off the clearly unhappy vampire beneath her, snatching the covers to her chest as her eyes bulge wide. “I can explain. This isn’t what it looks like.” She glances at Nic
o, who’s making no effort to hide his irritation at being interrupted, glaring at me like he’d like to gouge my prying eyes out with his fangs. “Okay.” She turns back to me with a bob of one bare shoulder. “So it is what it looks like, but it doesn’t mean anything. We’re enemies with benefits, that’s it. And it’s never happening again. This was absolutely the last time. Right, Nico?”
Nico arches an eloquently annoyed brow, grunts, and then resumes his glaring.
I back away, arms lifted at my sides in surrender. “You two do you. As long as no one’s getting hurt or kidnapped or sucked of all her bodily essence, I’m not here to judge.” I reach for the door and pause. “I’m headed out to help Dust and Kite deal with some Kin Born stuff, but Luke and Creedence are in the other room. All you have to do is call out, and they’ll be in here in a hot second to kick ass. Okay?”
“Or rip out fangs,” Luke calls through the door.
Nico’s lips part, but Scarlett presses a hand to his mouth and shakes her head. “Don’t. Just don’t.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say,” he says, lips moving against her fingers.
“I know it won’t be good,” she says. “So hush. Or I’ll have to kick you out before we get to the fun part.”
He’s quiet for a moment, but finally snaps, “Fine,” proving he’s at least got his priorities in order. Making love should always come before picking fights.
“Okay, um, well…have fun and I’ll see you later,” I say, slipping back through the door as Scarlett says, “Bye, sorry!”
On the other side, I stop short, nearly running into the wall of puffed up man chest waiting on the other side. I lift my hands, fingers spread wide as I whisper, “It’s fine. At least, I think it’s fine. She seemed to be enjoying herself, but if you hear anything even the slightest bit questionable feel free to rip his head off.”
Luke shoots daggers at the door with his eyes. “He shouldn’t be here. He got what he wanted.”
“Apparently not everything he wanted.” Creedence shakes his head. “I don’t like it, either, Slim. He’s already proven he can’t be trusted.”
Luke nods. “Exactly. We honored our part of the bargain. He should be honoring his, not sneaking into our hotel room to put his hands on your sister.”
“Well, she is clearly a fan of his hands,” I whisper, motioning them both away from the door. I cross to the bed before I add, “And she must have invited him in, or he wouldn’t be in there. A vampire has to be invited, right?”
“That’s only for a private residence, not a public place. A hotel is fair game,” Creedence says, scrubbing a hand across his jaw. “But he’s here alone, without backup or any of his shiver buddies…”
“So he’s the one taking a risk,” Luke says, finishing Cree’s thought the way he sometimes does these days. He’s still vision-blind, but we’re all getting closer every day, so close I know he’s decided to let it go even before he shrugs and says, “Three against one odds work for me. Scarlett can help us kick his ass if he tries anything.”
I nod. “And I can be back here in just a few minutes if you need me. Invisible dragon mode is ready to activate as soon as you text.”
“Got it. Now get out of here before Dust and Kite leave you behind.” Luke kisses my cheek and Creedence slaps my ass.
With one last plea for them to watch Scarlett like the crown jewels, I’m out the door, trotting through the hall, and padding down the carpeted stairs to the ground floor on near-silent feet.
I emerge into the lobby just as Kite and Dust head through the glass double doors on the other side and book it through the near-empty space. Not many people are up at two in the morning, just the hotel staff and a couple of older men reading Asian newspapers and a young couple giggling in the corner with a bottle of wine they’ll no doubt regret tomorrow.
But the sight of them still makes me happy. They’re in love, and I’m a sucker for love.
I slip through the doors behind Dust and Kite and dive into the back seat of a simple black sedan just as Kite is reaching for the handle. He grunts as I spill across his lap into Dust’s. “We were trying to lose you, Bird Girl.”
“You should know better,” I say, squirming onto the seat between them. “You can’t lose me that easy.”
“You should be upstairs, getting some rest,” Dust says.
“Upstairs listening to my sister get it on, you mean?”
Dust and Kite’s heads both snap my way.
“I have seen things that can’t be unseen,” I say, leaning back against the seat as the car pulls away. I fill them in on the situation, and while Dust is predictably concerned, Kite only smiles a knowing smile.
“What?” I poke his chest. “You didn’t guess that. No way.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I had a feeling. The way she talked about Nico. It reminded me of the way you used to talk about Luke.”
I narrow my eyes, but the more I think about it, the more I realize he might have a point there. Scarlett talked her fair share of smack about Nico, but she never said anything truly bad about him.
I sigh. “Well, hopefully she’ll get him out of her system tonight. Bad boys can be fun, but a gangster vampire is taking things too far.”
From there, our talk turns to the rhino shifter—another case of someone taking things too far—and before I know it, we reach a moonlit park and climb out of the car under a sky full of stars.
And even though there’s no sign of the rhino—nothing but a few footprints and a scrap of pink and white fabric that reminds me of something I can’t place—it feels like a good night.
A good night for shifters.
A good night for love.
A good night for making the night a safer place for all the people I love.
“Let’s go get pancakes,” I say when we’re done investigating and have gathered all the clues there are to gather. “And bacon. A sinful amount of bacon.”
Kite growls softly, threading his fingers through mine. “I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”
“Ditto,” Dust says, taking my other hand.
We walk across the park, headed for a neon sign that says Captain Casey’s Diner, with nothing scarier on our mind than breakfast. And it’s good.
Very. Very. Good.
Keep reading for a sneak peek of Eliza, the ice-cream server’s, story in FANGS FOR SHARING, a red hot paranormal menage set in the Wren’s world! Fangs is available now.
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Sneak Peek
Please enjoy this sneak peek of Fangs for Sharing, the start of the Supernatural in Seattle series. Set in the world of Unleashed, each Standalone story ends with its own happily ever after.
One innocent shifter in mortal danger, two dark and domineering vampire princes determined to protect her…
But not before they claim her as their own...
The only thing worse than dating a mad scientist who cheated like it was his job? Discovering he secretly revenge-altered my DNA.
Now, I'm a lab-made shapeshifter, the kind hunted by a vicious militant group like it's their job. And what The Kin Born catch? The Kin Born kill.
Enter two stupidly hot vampires who say they can give me what I need.
All night long...
Okay, so they don't say the second part flat-out, but we all know what they mean when they say they've been looking for a girl like me. A girl who can handle two bossy alpha vamps in her life. In her business.
In her bed...
But soon our red-hot chemistry becomes so much more. I'm ready to risk it all for these incredible men, but The Kin Born will stop at nothing to capture their prey, and my princes have just moved to the top of their hit list.
FANGS FOR SHARING is a red hot stand alone urban fantasy romance set in the world of Bella Jacob's Dark Moon Shifters series. Each of these steamy standalone tales end with a happily ever after and
can be enjoyed alone or as part of the larger Dark Moon universe. No Cliffhanger.
Excerpt c. Bella Jacobs
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a girl’s secret crush always shows up at the worst possible moment. Always.
Or maybe it’s just me.
But you can bet your life, if I’ve just put on a face mask that smells like cat vomit or shouted for Leerie to toss up a fresh roll of toilet paper because we’re out in the upstairs bathroom and my period is trying to murder my vagina, Reagan O’Rourke—Rourke to his friends—is going to be there.
Likely with my less than secret crush, Leo “Crystalline Blue Eyes of a Siberian Husky, Body of a Greek God, and Brain of a Compassionate Philosopher” Poplov, not far behind.
I can usually manage to hide my butterflies with funny, flirty Rourke, but Leo reduces me to a stammering puddle of lust every time.
“Good work,” Leo says, making all four of my rhino knees go weak as I waddle out onto the wide sidewalk.
His dry tone gives nothing away, but as he emerges from the shadows of the alley, his Siberian Husky eyes are flashing like pissed-off sapphires, and his manly jaw is clenched tight.
My lips part on an apology, but all that emerges is a bellowing squawk-honk. I don’t know if all rhinos screech like giant, frightened chickens, or if that’s a side effect of my scrambled DNA, but the contrast between my massive body and derpy voice makes me feel even more ridiculous.
And stressed.
And when I’m stressed, I eat. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve snagged a mouthful of baby spring leaves from the scraggly tree growing through a crack in the sidewalk and am chowing down like my life depends on it.
Rourke, who thankfully isn’t dead or crushed, ambles out onto the sidewalk in front of me, cupping my leathery face in one hand with an apologetic smile. “Sorry to scare you, ’Liza. We were trying to keep a low profile, but I guess your hearing is better than it used to be, eh? Even in your human form?”
