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STORY EXCERPT

A lot had happened to Elain Pardie in a very brief amount of time. She’d gone from local TV reporter who hadn’t had a date in too long to think about, to shape-shifter mate. And not just a mate to one man, but three. Aindreas, Brodey, and Cailean Lyall, triplet Alpha wolf shifters, had picked her to be their One.

She definitely wasn’t complaining about that, now that she’d grown somewhat used to it. They were hot, hunky, gorgeous, and all hers. Once she wrapped her brain around the fact that wolf shape-shifters were real, she’d managed not to lose her sanity.

Yet. Although there’s still plenty of time for me to go insane.

Despite everything that had happened over the past few weeks, including their slightly rocky start and easing into a new way of life with her men, nothing had prepared Elain for the shitstorm accompanying her mother’s early arrival to the Lyalls’ Arcadia, Florida, ranch less than a half hour earlier. Elain had worried how her mother would take the shocking bombshell that Elain had not one, but three men. And that they were wolf shape-shifters.

Those revelations paled in comparison like a cap gun pop next to the atomic-size blast Elain’s mom Carla had just dropped on them.

Silence settled over the room. Ain, Brodey, and Cail stared, shocked, at their soon-to-be mother-in-law’s revelation. The men had suspected over the past few weeks that Elain, although adopted, might actually have at least one shape-shifter parent. Unfortunately, they thought it was her father, a man linked to a nasty family called the Abernathys, a Clan who’d killed people in the past for mating one of “theirs” without prior permission.

Upon realizing that Ain not only had two brothers, but was one of triplets, Carla spilled the beans about Elain’s true parentage. Including what Elain’s birth mother Maureen had revealed about a blood oath before she died.

Carla’s tears freely flowed. “Elain’s mother. She told me, showed me, but I didn’t believe.” She met Ain’s gaze. “Elain’s mom and dad were shape-shifters. Alpha shape-shifters.” Carla shook her head as she stared at the three men, then back to her daughter. “I thought she’d lost her mind. I didn’t believe her. I thought they’d hypnotized me or drugged me or something when they showed me what they could do. Then Liam had to leave, and when Maureen got sick, she asked me to protect Elain and gave her to me. They told me what to look for, who to find if she started showing signs of shifting. But Elain never did any of that stuff, ever!”

Ain released Elain’s shoulders and walked closer to Carla as he struggled to keep his voice low and calm. “What are you talking about?”

Carla grabbed her purse from the coffee table. With shaking fingers, she rooted around inside and pulled out a battered, yellowed envelope. On the front, written in unfamiliar handwriting, was Elain’s name.

With a trembling hand, she held it out to her daughter. “Maureen left this for you. I was supposed to give it to you after you got married.”

Elain took it and stared at it.

Carla’s face was streaked with tears. “There’s some sort of blood oath. If Liam had a daughter, he had to give her up to fulfill the damn thing. He left to try to lead them away from Maureen and the baby. His Clan didn’t know he’d mated with Maureen.” She faced Ain. “Maureen gave Elain to me to keep her away from the Abernathy family.”

The men reacted with stunned silence.

Which was fair, because Carla was apparently still trying to come to grips with the fact that the hidden knowledge she’d carried for the twenty-seven years of her adopted daughter’s life was actually true and not some whacked-out, drug-induced hallucination.

Elain still stared at the old envelope in her hand. After a few minutes, all eyes settled on her, awaiting her next move.

“What does it say?” Elain finally asked her mom.

Carla shook her head. “Maureen didn’t tell me, and I didn’t ask. She told me I was supposed to give it to you after you got married, unless you did the shifting stuff first. But I never believed all the shape-shifter stuff was true to begin with.”

Ain gently touched Elain’s shoulder. “Go ahead, babe,” he urged. “Open it.”

With trembling hands, Elain carefully slipped one finger under the flap and broke the seal.

She pulled out two sheets of paper covered with a neat script, the same handwriting as on the front. Tucked inside the papers lay an old photograph.

The woman in the picture could have been Elain in a few years. Her eyes were the same shade of blue as Elain’s. She’d only seen two pictures of her birth mother, Maureen Alexander, but in both of them, her face had been obscured in some way. In one, she’d worn oversized sunglasses. In another, a large, floppy hat had shaded her face.

Those were the only two pictures Elain had of her. Her mom said Maureen didn’t like being photographed.

The man with his arms wrapped around Maureen…

The room spun around Elain. She’d seen him before, but she couldn’t immediately place where. Instinctively, from the way he looked at Maureen, she knew this was Liam Pardie.

Her father.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I’m going to miss you, babe,” Cail said.

She snuggled close to his warm body. “I’ll miss you, too. All of you.”

“You realize Brodey will probably jump you the minute you walk in the door when you get home, right?”

She giggled. “Yeah. My sweet little horndog.” She hooked a leg around Cail’s. “I’m glad the three of you are different like that. I don’t think I could handle all three of you acting like Brodey all the time.”

He grinned. “Who says Ain and I won’t be horny as hell by the time you get back?”

She laughed. “I know you will. You know what I mean.”

He rolled on top of her. “And I know a certain woman who will most likely be horny by the time she gets home, too.” He kissed her between her breasts, his lips lightly feathering down her flesh toward her navel.

“Yeah,” she whispered, need suddenly taking over.

She buried her fingers in his hair and tried to urge him to move faster, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time kissing his way first to one breast, where his tongue made slow, wet circles around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He repeated it with her other breast before finally resuming his slow, southerly sojourn.

The stubble on his cheek felt pleasantly rough against her flesh as he kissed his way down between the juncture of her thighs. He met with no resistance when he pressed her thighs apart with his palms.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered before bending down to her pussy. His fingers brushed over her folds. “You’re already wet, baby.” His breath felt hot against her clit.

He pressed one, then two fingers inside her. Moaning, she rocked her hips in time with his movements. When his lips closed around her clit, she nearly came off the bed from how good it felt.

Cail quickly changed position, turning around and swinging a leg over her, settling on top of her with his hard cock dangling over her lips.

She needed no instructions or encouragement. Opening wide, she wrapped her lips around him, shivering when he moaned against her clit, the sensation running through her entire body. His musky scent filled her lungs as his balls brushed against her nose.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered before his tongue swiped down her clit and back up again.

She lost herself in the feelings of his mouth on her clit, his cock in her mouth, the warm heat and weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. It barely registered in her mind when she felt the mattress dip first on one side, then the other. Hands reached between their bodies and found her breasts, strong fingers pulling at her nipples and sending scorching tendrils of pleasure to her clit and back again.

Unable to cry out, she moaned around Cail’s cock as the first orgasm hit her, shaking her to her core. She tried to say no more, but she couldn’t, and he relentlessly sucked on her swollen clit until a second release shot through her. Her back arched, but still held down by Cail’s weight she didn’t go anywhere. As a third finger joined the other two inside her, he found that magic spot inside her cunt and pressed, triggering yet another orgasm.

She screamed, his cock sliding deep into her throat as she eagerly swallowed it. Her nose was buried between his balls as she felt his cock harden before spurts of hot juices filled her mouth. Swallowing as fast as she could, she moaned as his balls tightened and one last load emptied into her throat.

Only then did he rise up on shaky arms and legs with a final, gentle kiss on her clit. Gasping for breath, she managed to look to either side and saw Brodey and Ain with nearly identical grins on their faces. The source of the hands, each still had a breast cupped in their palms.

“That,” Ain said, his voice low and pleasantly growly, “was gorgeous.” He pulled her up and to him and kissed her, roughly, possessively, his need glowing hot in his fiery gaze. He scooched back on the bed and buried his hands in her hair. With his legs spread he guided her down to where his rigid cock stood straight up, twitching in eager excitement.

She needed no further encouragement. She pounced on him, wrapping one hand around the base and another around his balls. He laughed at her soft, growling sounds as she swallowed him to the hilt.

“That’s my girl,” he said.

Brodey grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. “This is where I want you, babe,” he said. Two fingers parted her lips, sinking deep into her wet pussy. “Oh, yeah. You’re way more than ready.”

He knelt between her legs. She wiggled her hips at him as she felt the engorged head of his cock press for entrance, then sink home.

An involuntary moan of pleasure rolled from deep within her. She wanted him to fuck her. Hard.

He lightly smacked her ass. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Beyond words, mental or spoken, she softly mewed around Ain’s cock.

“I think that’s a yes,” Ain said, his grip on her head tightening.

The possessive gesture sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her, and Brodey felt it.

“Oh, yeah. She liked that,” Brodey said. His fingers pleasantly dug into her hips as he withdrew until just the head of his cock was still buried inside her. Then he shot forward again, slamming deep inside her, his balls brushing against her clit from the movement.

She moaned again, triggering another, deeper moan from Ain.

“Fuck, yeah. Do that again,” he told Brodey.

“My pleasure,” he grunted, now slamming into her, only his hands on her hips keeping her head from ramming into Ain’s stomach.

Elain gave up all conscious thought. The pleasant ache of Brodey’s cock bottoming out inside her, combined with the possessive grip Ain had on her head, finished her off. Another orgasm rushed through her. She moaned around Ain’s cock and felt his balls tighten in her hand.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Let him fuck you good, baby. Just suck on my cock.”