Merry Matthews never wanted to be part of the White Peak pack. She thought that if she ran far enough, resisted hard enough, she could be a normal person and live a normal life. But on her twenty-fifth birthday, and with the full moon approaching, Merry begins to change. She has no choice but to return to White Peak and take her place within her pack.
But what Merry finds when she returns home is far from what she expected. The alpha is dead, one of their own stands accused of his murder, and a war is brewing between rival packs. Worse, when Merry sees her childhood friends again, deputies Robbie King and Billy Roe, she realizes that not only have they already transformed, but that they are her given mates. Both men want to claim her as their own, and both will stop at nothing to do so. Merry has nowhere left to run and no choice but to submit.
But there are powers beyond even the control of her mates, because something is coming, something dark and dangerous, and Merry is going to be caught up in it. Will her mates be able to save her from the oncoming storm, or will Merry’s transformation be over before it has even begun?
Billy was practically shaking as he watched Merry strip herself bare. That wasn’t a lot of clothing to remove, just a pair of sweats and a tee. She wore no underclothes, no lingerie, and before long she was completely naked in front of them.
She was stunning.
Her skin was flushed all over—right from the tips of her pouting nipples all the way down to the black curls of her pussy. She was built exactly how Billy liked his females to be built. All hips and tits, and her pussy...
He took a deep breath and dropped to his knees. Merry let out a little yelp. Billy ignored it. He placed a hand on each of her curvy hips, leaned in and took another deep breath. She smelled of woman, of that teasing scent all females seemed to smell of when you had them naked and panting.
Only she wasn’t panting yet...and Billy wanted her panting. He knew that right about now she was so clouded with desire that she wasn’t really even thinking about what she was doing. The mate bond, the urge to claim, the urge to fuck, was overwhelming them all, and reason had long since fled. But Billy knew that at any moment Merry’s head might clear slightly, perhaps just for a few seconds, and she might start wondering exactly what the hell she was doing.
He didn’t want that. Not before he, they, had shown her the sort of pleasure they could share. It was crucial in establishing the mate bond, crucial in ensuring that they all knew exactly where they stood with one another, and though Billy too was clouded with desire, though all he could think about was burying his cock in Merry’s tight, little pussy, somewhere in the vague recesses of his mind all of this made some sort of sense.
Make her pant.
Make her ache.
Make her yours.