Be Were (Southern Shifters) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Eliza Gayle
aftershocks alone rendered her helpless. She couldn't move. Nor could she remember a time when she'd been so exhausted and totally drained from sex. This insatiable man had managed to wipe her out. "How—?"
"Shhh. There's plenty of time for questions later. Right now you need to sleep," he whispered in her ear.
Wow. She really liked the sound of his voice. Niki began to relax, thinking a nap sounded like a damn fine idea. Then maybe they'd do it all over again. Her eyes fluttered closed as sleep drifted closer.
With her mind shutting down she almost missed his last words before sleep overcame them both.
"Thank you, mate."
Niki froze. For a second, she couldn't process what he'd said. She had to fight through the mental fog before the words began to make sense. Her eyes popped open and the harsh light of day burned into her retinas. Squinting against the bright sun she tried to breath and couldn't. No way. No fucking way.
With the skills of the warrior she'd become, she stayed in perfect place without moving a hair until Dean's breathing evened out and she was sure he'd fallen asleep. She crawled from the bed with the supreme stealth her kind were known for and stared down at the perfect physical specimen of man still lying there.
Shit. Why'd he have to fuck this up? With more than a pang of regret she turned away from the bed and rummaged for all of her clothing. She knew perfectly well how males of their species worked and if she so much as left a stitch of personal belongings behind, he'd use her scent to track her down.
She'd leave on foot and once she got past the river, it wouldn't take much to throw him off her trail. When she was dressed, she did one last walk through to make sure she'd left nothing behind. Satisfied she'd cleaned up her mess she slipped out the front door.
Mate.
Leave it to her to pick the one shifter in a hundred who was genuinely certifiable. Such a shame. Shaking off the sadness, Niki took one last look at the small cabin still glowing with Christmas lights before she turned and disappeared into the woods.
She was definitely not his mate.
Chapter Two
Rafe Comyn raced after Kitty while shaking away the last vestiges of sleep. His new mate and all around handful had sprung from a dead sleep spouting nonsense about kidnapping and visions, leaving him confused and clueless. But it was the reference to a white cougar that had made his blood go cold.
He didn't want his wife to have anything to do with that breed. They were dangerous and unpredictable at best. Deadly and vicious at their worst. He didn't put a lot of stock into every rumor he'd heard, but he still avoided them as much as possible. As the new alpha of the Comyn wolf pack, his day-to-day dealings had him working alongside full-breeds and half-breeds all the time, no problem. Then there were the crazy breeds. Those were made up of any breed that seemed too stupid to live. Lastly, the white cougars. He didn't even know how to describe them or what they were capable of because no one was sure, but dangerous didn't seem to be enough. They were usually only hired when someone needed some dirty work done. The jobs no one else was willing to do.
Now his mate wanted to go after one? Hell to the no. Except he'd barely been able to get two words out before she'd fled the house half-dressed and raring to go. Fortunately she'd opted not to shift and make a run for it and instead came back inside for the keys to his Jeep.
As she grabbed for the ring of keys hanging near the door, he grabbed her hand and stopped her before she could take them and disappear.
"Seriously, Kitty. I need more of an explanation on why you are going out in the dead of night while a storm dumps more snow on our mountain. Can we take a moment to breathe so you can explain instead of going off half-cocked?"
"I told you. I think the pregnant cougar I met at Dark Moon has been kidnapped. We've got to tell someone. Bhric at least. My money's on him
"Shhh. There's plenty of time for questions later. Right now you need to sleep," he whispered in her ear.
Wow. She really liked the sound of his voice. Niki began to relax, thinking a nap sounded like a damn fine idea. Then maybe they'd do it all over again. Her eyes fluttered closed as sleep drifted closer.
With her mind shutting down she almost missed his last words before sleep overcame them both.
"Thank you, mate."
Niki froze. For a second, she couldn't process what he'd said. She had to fight through the mental fog before the words began to make sense. Her eyes popped open and the harsh light of day burned into her retinas. Squinting against the bright sun she tried to breath and couldn't. No way. No fucking way.
With the skills of the warrior she'd become, she stayed in perfect place without moving a hair until Dean's breathing evened out and she was sure he'd fallen asleep. She crawled from the bed with the supreme stealth her kind were known for and stared down at the perfect physical specimen of man still lying there.
Shit. Why'd he have to fuck this up? With more than a pang of regret she turned away from the bed and rummaged for all of her clothing. She knew perfectly well how males of their species worked and if she so much as left a stitch of personal belongings behind, he'd use her scent to track her down.
She'd leave on foot and once she got past the river, it wouldn't take much to throw him off her trail. When she was dressed, she did one last walk through to make sure she'd left nothing behind. Satisfied she'd cleaned up her mess she slipped out the front door.
Mate.
Leave it to her to pick the one shifter in a hundred who was genuinely certifiable. Such a shame. Shaking off the sadness, Niki took one last look at the small cabin still glowing with Christmas lights before she turned and disappeared into the woods.
She was definitely not his mate.
Chapter Two
Rafe Comyn raced after Kitty while shaking away the last vestiges of sleep. His new mate and all around handful had sprung from a dead sleep spouting nonsense about kidnapping and visions, leaving him confused and clueless. But it was the reference to a white cougar that had made his blood go cold.
He didn't want his wife to have anything to do with that breed. They were dangerous and unpredictable at best. Deadly and vicious at their worst. He didn't put a lot of stock into every rumor he'd heard, but he still avoided them as much as possible. As the new alpha of the Comyn wolf pack, his day-to-day dealings had him working alongside full-breeds and half-breeds all the time, no problem. Then there were the crazy breeds. Those were made up of any breed that seemed too stupid to live. Lastly, the white cougars. He didn't even know how to describe them or what they were capable of because no one was sure, but dangerous didn't seem to be enough. They were usually only hired when someone needed some dirty work done. The jobs no one else was willing to do.
Now his mate wanted to go after one? Hell to the no. Except he'd barely been able to get two words out before she'd fled the house half-dressed and raring to go. Fortunately she'd opted not to shift and make a run for it and instead came back inside for the keys to his Jeep.
As she grabbed for the ring of keys hanging near the door, he grabbed her hand and stopped her before she could take them and disappear.
"Seriously, Kitty. I need more of an explanation on why you are going out in the dead of night while a storm dumps more snow on our mountain. Can we take a moment to breathe so you can explain instead of going off half-cocked?"
"I told you. I think the pregnant cougar I met at Dark Moon has been kidnapped. We've got to tell someone. Bhric at least. My money's on him
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