STORY EXCERPT

Bridget startled when the door was flung open behind her. She swung around to face a very large man covered in freshly fallen snow. She couldn’t fathom where he had come from. She had just been looking out the window and hadn’t seen anyone for miles.

He reached up and pulled the hood from his head, and Bridget’s mouth dropped open. The man was simply stunning with his shaggy blond hair, a square jaw, and stormy grey-blue eyes.

A large snow-white wolf walked in beside him and stood quietly at his side. Bridget had been around enough shifters to know that this was no ordinary man and his wolf. Most people would think it was a large dog that resembled a wolf, but not recognize it for what it really was.

“Who are you?” she asked, as he walked further into the cabin and shut the door behind him.

“We should be asking you that, lass, since it is our cabin you’re in,” he replied.

“I asked first,” she said, closing her eyes. Had she really just said that? How old was she?

“My name is Angus,” said the man with the blue eyes. “And that’s Finn.” He pointed to the very large wolf beside him.

Angus moved forward, blocking out the cold and her escape route. Once they were enclosed inside the small space together, their scent was easy to distinguish. Bridget took a step back further away from the shifters. They weren’t from her pack, but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. However, it was the amazing sweet scent that came from them both that really alarmed her.

“You’re shifters,” she said, frowning. “From what pack?”

“I would think that would be obvious since this is our pack lands,” Angus replied. “But since I don’t recognize your scent, you might not know ours. We’re from the Stirling Pack.”

Bridget took another step back when Angus tilted his head. The large white wolf moved closer, sniffing her, before rubbing against her legs.

“What is he doing?” she asked, breathlessly.

“He is greeting his mate,” Angus replied.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked.

Surely, she had missed heard him. Was he saying that this large white wolf who hadn’t bothered to shift back into his human form was her rightful mate? Was that why they smelt so amazing? She had always known that shifters could tell their fated mate by scent, but since no one she had met knew what that smell was, she didn’t know how she was supposed to recognize it. She just assumed her body would know.

“You’re our rightful mate,” Angus told her. “You do know about mates?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I was just caught off guard. It’s not every day that your mates simply walk into your life. Is he going to shift back?”

“We didn’t know what we were dealing with when we came across a stranger in the cabin. He wanted to stay shifted for protection. Now he probably doesn’t want to shock you.”

“I’m a shifter too,” she replied. “I won’t be shocked. I’m more unnerved by his wolf.”

Bridget was now backed against the wall with a large wolf pressed against her legs. It seemed the beast wanted to touch her. She ran her fingers through his soft fur and smiled when he let out a gruff noise of pleasure.

“Go outside and shift back,” Angus told Finn. “I’ll put some clothes out there for you.”

“Won’t he be seen?” she asked, lifting her fingers from his fur.

“No one is around for miles, lass,” Angus replied.

Bridget watched Finn walk towards the door, as Angus pulled some clothes from a pack and opened the door. He disappeared outside and she took a deep breath. She was feeling of balance at the sudden change of events.

“Now tell me why you are out here all alone?” Angus asked. “Where is your family?”

Bridget didn’t want to tell him who she was or why she was here. He might be her fated mate, but that didn’t mean she trusted him yet. A lifetime around shifters who wanted to abuse her meant that she didn’t trust anyone.

“I, err,” she said, stammering. Bridget pinched her nose between her finger and thumb and tried to find an answer that would satisfy the man without completely lying or telling the truth. Finally, she sighed. She wasn’t a good liar and was hopeless under pressure. “My name is Bridget, and I ran away from my pack to avoid being mated to a man I don’t know.”

“That won’t be happening,” Angus replied. “You won’t be mating anyone else and you won’t be returning to your pack. You’re Stirling Pack now.”

Bridget put her hands on her hips, her eyes shooting to Angus’s face. “You can’t just declare that I’m now a member of your pack. Rightful mate or not, I don’t know you or your alpha. Maybe I don’t want to be a part of your pack. Did you ever think of that?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Finn scooped Bridget up into his arms and carried her towards Angus’s room. He had the biggest room in the house, and now that they had mated, he supposed that they would need to start sharing it. He didn’t want to spend a single night away from Bridget.

He crossed to the bed and placed her gently onto the mattress. She looked up at him with her big emerald eyes, and Finn felt his heart shift. The mating pull was powerful and undeniable, but Finn hadn’t expected to like his mate so damned much. She was funny, and strong, and he wanted to show her that she was starting to mean more to him than he ever imagined.

“I have never done this before,” Bridget said. “I know the theory, but the practical hasn’t happened yet.”

“You’re a virgin?” Finn asked her. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Firtha hadn’t let anyone near the female, but having sex was such a big part of pack life. They didn’t look at it the way humans did. It was a natural need that the whole pack indulged in, usually at pack runs.

“Yes,” she replied. “That is what I just said.”

“It’s okay, lass,” Angus said, approaching the bed. “We’ll make it good for you.”

Finn pulled off his shirt and threw it aside on the floor. He hoped that Bridget liked what she saw. His chest was muscly and sleek, with little hair, not like Angus whose chest looked like something out of a scary sci-fi movie.

He undid his pants and kicked off his shoes, before sliding them down his legs. He would keep his boxers on for now so that he didn’t seem too eager. When he mostly naked, he slid onto the bed beside her. Angus joined him on her other side, just in his navy boxers as well.

“Should I get undressed too?” she asked, trying to climb from the big bed.

“Let us do that for you, baby,” Finn told her, gently pushing her back down.

Finn lowered his body over hers and softly placed his lips on hers. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, pulling her into his body and molding her along his side. Their tongues tangled when he deepened the kiss. She moaned deep in her throat and Finn growled in response.

Reaching down, he unbuttoned her shirt and helped her pull it down her arms while trying not to break the kiss. He lifted his head when he was unsuccessful in his attempts to see that Angus had worked open her pants. They quickly helped her out of her clothes until she lay naked before them.

Finn swallowed around his dry throat as he looked her over. She was stunning, with her full breasts, narrow waist, and slim thighs. Finn thought she could use a few extra pounds, but she was still the best-looking female he had ever seen. Her nipples were a dusky pink and pointy with either arousal or the cold of the room. She had a dark patch of natural hair covering her mons, hiding her pussy from his gaze.

Lowering himself down the bed until his knees hit the floor, Finn tugged on her ankles until her butt reached the edge of the mattress. Slowly pulling them apart until her pink folds were exposed, Finn watched with fascination and just a touch of wonder. This female belonged to only Angus and himself. No other man had seen or touched her womanly parts, and no other man ever would.

He breathed in deep and her scent hit his nose, making his cock impossibly hard.

“You smell incredible,” he told her. “I want to taste you.”

“Okay,” she replied in a small voice.

Finn moved in closer until his face hovered about her silky wetness. He had to use his shoulders to spread her legs wider to fit his big body close. His fingers spread open her lips, and exposed her pearly clit. She was wet and ready, shifting restlessly on the bed as he took his time to look her over.

Finn looked up her body to see Angus had taken possession of her mouth, arousing her further by playing with her pert nipples. The sight sent a spike of arousal through his body, and he could wait no longer.

He dipped his head and flicked his tongue across her sensitive pearl. Her hips bucked and so he took a longer lick from the bottom of her pussy, right to the top. She tasted musky and slightly tangy, and Finn decided that he could quite happily feast on her all night. He wanted her to scream out his name when she came, over and over.

Finn entered her channel with one long finger. Her warmth surrounded his digit as he worked to stretch her tight hole. Working his fingers and tongue in time, Finn concentrated on bringing her closer and closer to release.

“That’s it, lass,” he heard Angus say. “Let it go.”