The peace ends when Kimberlyn stumbles upon a vampire who begs Logan for asylum, and Logan has no choice but to grant it. The vampire has a hidden agenda, and once he has Kimberlyn addicted to him, the wolves must keep him alive at any cost. If he dies, Kimberlyn dies.
With the vampires comes the wolves’ fifth -- and a whole new set of problems when Kimberlyn refuses to share her men, can’t get enough of the vampire, and finds new desires with this unusual addition to the pack.
Fate ruled the world. It was easy to fight something you could see. Fate, though, that bitch, hid in dark, musty corners, jumping out to blindside a person when they least expected it. She then ran away cackling, satisfied she was leaving behind chaos and confusion.
Who knew why? Maybe she was just that cruel.
Or maybe, maybe it only seemed that way to those whose lives she touched, whose paths she twisted, making it impossible for them to reach the end without tripping over carefully placed rocks, crashing into suddenly appearing trees, and falling into deeply dug holes.
Elijah Berry sat contemplating Fate, thinking about how she’d fucked with him until he was pretty much as confused as a man could be. All he’d wanted was to take care of the boss, to stand on one side as Andrew stood on the other and be the iron fist where Andrew was the sweet-talker. And as always, standing between them was Logan, the boss, the alpha, the ruler who kept the pack alive.
But then Fate threw Kimberlyn at them, and nothing had been the same since. Ever since the freaky bond and thirds and fourths and all that mumbo jumbo, a man could barely keep his thoughts to himself. One of them, Kimmy or Logan or even Andrew, was always staring at him like they were somehow listening to the inside of his head, and he didn’t like it. Nope. Not one little bit. And Kimmy—
As though by thinking about her, he’d conjured her, Kimberlyn walked toward him, her hips swaying in invitation, red lips tilting up at the corners as she smiled at him. Just at him. Not Logan or Andrew, but Elijah, the big rough-and-tumble wolf other women tended to shy from in fear.
Or so he liked to think.
Her long red hair streaked over her breasts, covered in the cold winter air by a heavy brown coat. But that coat hid nothing from his imagination. He knew exactly what Kimmy looked like, what she tasted like, the way she looked when he fucked her a little too hard.
“What are you doing out here alone, Elijah?” She squatted beside him, her back against a tree.
He grunted. “Too much noise back at the house. What are you doing?”
She shrugged. “I missed you.”
He snorted. “Yeah.”
He knew without looking at her that one of her slender brows would be lifted. It was a Kimmyism, as he thought of her little characteristics and quirks. She had a hell of a lot of Kimmyisms.
She put a pale hand on his arm. “Are you cold? You’re not even wearing a jacket.”
Again he snorted. “Wolves don’t get cold.”
“I’m a wolf.”
He folded his arms and stared at her. Sitting on his ass with her squatting beside him, and he still had to look down to meet her big green eyes. “You’re a girl.”
She stiffened and snatched her hand away, as he’d known she would. Kimmy was so easy to rattle, it was almost funny. He grinned and looked away, waiting.
“I may be a woman, Elijah, but I’m as tough as you any day of the week.”
“Kimmy, Kimmy. You know better than that.”
She punched his leg. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Now, don’t get mad, Kimmy. I’m only stating a fact.” He jerked her off balance and onto his lap. “Take that coat off and let’s see if you get cold.”
He felt her shiver, and his dick automatically began rising to the occasion. That girl had a way of getting under his skin like no female he’d ever met. Roughly, he began pulling at buttons, finally giving up and just yanking the lapels apart.
“Elijah!” she said as buttons went flying. “You’re ruining it, and this was a present from Logan!”
He paused. “A present? What for?”
She struggled off his lap. “Because Logan is sweet. Because he loves me.”
He stood, blocking her escape. “Well, get the fucking coat off before I rip it to shreds.”
She frowningly studied the damage he’d done but looked up quickly at his words. Or his tone. He was never real sure which. Her eyes narrowed, a sure sign she was pissed. He didn’t mind Kimmy pissed, the little spitfire. She turned him on when she fought him. Just like he turned her on when he took command and control. He knew his Kimmy.
“I’m going back to Sanctuary.” She turned her perfect little nose up at him and spun around, like she thought he’d actually let her go.
He smiled, unable to help himself. “Nah, baby. You’re not.” He grabbed a handful of the back of her coat and yanked her against his chest. “You came for this, didn’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside her coat and felt for the hem of her shirt. He skimmed his fingers over her warm belly, then cupped a soft, naked breast.
She squirmed against him, and he bent his knees so her backside wiggled against his hard cock. “Damn you, Elijah. Why do you have to make me so mad?”
“Why do you have to make me so horny?”
He squeezed her breast, hard. “Shut up, Kimmy. I’ve got better things for you to do with your mouth than talk. Besides…” With his free hand, he unfastened her jeans, thrusting his hand down inside her thin panties. “We’ve got an audience.”
He found her clit and began rubbing, growling low in his throat when she shuddered against him. She sniffed the air. “Elijah, no! Who?”
“Some bored wolves looking for a quick thrill.” He rubbed faster, getting her little clit so excited that she moaned and melted against him. Kimmy was sex.
Regretfully, he took his hands from her body and started pulling at her clothes. “Let’s get you naked, Kimmy girl. And don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
She groaned as he pulled her this way and that, until at last she stood bare and shivering in the cold. Her lips were parted, and she panted slightly, not even attempting to hide her body from him or the hidden, watching eyes.
He couldn’t help but stare for a moment. His Kimmy had a body that would make a man do pretty much anything she wanted, but she hadn’t seemed to grasp that little fact yet. She might be a sweet healer, but she’d also admitted long ago that sex was her drug, and she was extremely addicted.
Something about that, knowing that she couldn’t resist, that she had that much need, drove him crazy. And he liked giving her what she needed. Fuck, yeah.
Her nipples hardened, from the cold or his regard—he couldn’t tell and didn’t care. And while he stood staring at her like a kid staring at the most amazing toy he’d ever seen, she turned and ran.
He groaned. Kimmy was so fucking much work. But he couldn’t think of anyone more worth it. Growling to give her warning that he was hot on her trail, he ran after her.
There were certain perks to being the fourth. His Kimmy was one of the biggest and best.
He followed her through the woods, his gaze upon her white backside. “Kimberlyn, stop!”
But her laugh floated to his ears as the fleet-footed tease nimbly dodged trees and low, reaching limbs, laughing, perhaps, at his clumsy and loud pursuit. He crashed through that which she would have danced around, but Kimberlyn, though fast, would never outrun him.
He could have shifted and caught her, but he didn’t need his wolf to catch a single female. After all, she hadn’t shifted.
Breath billowing from him in great clouds, he drew close enough to hear her pants of excitement, of fear. He knew he could be too rough sometimes, but she surely knew there was a line he wouldn’t cross. But Kimmy liked the…fear.
And he knew that was why she provoked him.
Her squeal as he caught her only fueled his passion, and he bore her to the cold ground. “Did you really think you could outrun me?”
Her chest rose and fell as she panted, her wide gaze plastered to his. “Get off me. This ground is hard. And cold.”
He ignored her words, his mind on the way her breasts jiggled slightly, the way they seemed to grow even bigger when she inhaled. Her nipples were stiff red points, just begging for his mouth. He was happy to oblige.
“Logan wouldn’t like this,” she whispered.
He drew her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tiny piece of heaven as he sucked. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth.
His clothes were restrictive, smothering, and he couldn’t wait to tear them off. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth, he rose up on his knees and peeled off his shirt, just as quickly ridding himself of his boots and jeans.
His cock grew larger and heavier beneath her hot regard, and he watched her as he pushed his boxers over his hips. Hearing her gasp when his cock sprang free pleased him, and he grinned down at her.
“What?” he asked.
“I always forget how enormous you are.”
Yeah, he liked to hear it. What man wouldn’t?
She reached for him. “Get down here, Elijah Berry.”