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 Permanent ménage? The words had left his mouth before he
even realized the significance of what he was saying. Something
about Jordan just& felt right.
Logan s expression turned serious.  I m not sure yet. He
shook his head, smirking.  But tell me you aren t already a little in
love with her, and I ll call you a liar. I mean, damn. She s got a
smart mouth, hot body, bodacious ass, and she s clever as all hell.
And she wants both of us.
Kir opened his mouth to say the words and found them stuck in
his throat.  Damn.
 Ditto.
 How the hell did that happen?
 I don t know, but it did. Logan was frowning again, this time
in confusion.  It s like we ve found something we didn t even know
was missing. But if you asked, I would walk away from this. You
know that. For the first time, Kir saw Logan s uncertainty peek
through, reminding him of the broken man Loki had been after
Baldur freed him from the mountain. The reckless youth he was had
been burned away by the snake s acid, leaving behind a damaged
man who tossed and turned at night, screaming denials as he relived
everything over and over again. It had taken Kir a long time to ease
his lover s torment. He also knew their relationship was the
foundation the now confident, cocky man who was still inclined to
take risks stood on.
Which was why he d been so upset about his reaction to
Jordan. But knowing that Logan felt the same eased that guilt
Kir thought about taking Jordan and making her theirs. Thanks
to Logan s ability to shift genders as well as shape, Kir had been
happily bisexual for centuries now. He d felt no need to go outside
the relationship when Logan could, literally, be everything and
anything he needed. Logan, on the other hand, hadn t been able to
explore that side of himself with Kir, since Kir couldn t change his
shape. He knew that sometimes Logan longed for soft, scented
flesh, rounded breasts and bellies, all of the things he d given up
when he d pledged himself to Kir. But Logan, for all his wild youth
and unhappy marriage, hadn t cheated on him once. And not once,
through all of the long centuries, had either of them had the urge to
add a third to their relationship.
Now, with the advent of one small, half-human woman, all of
that was about to change. He could give the touch of a female back
to his lover, and have them both for himself. He thought back to the
odd feeling he d had on the beach, that something was about to
happen that would change them, and felt that sensation once more
before it settled into a comfortable purr.
He saw the relief on Logan s face as he nodded his acceptance.
Jordan was theirs. Now they just had to seduce her to them.
Just because Fate brings you your perfect mate doesn t mean
it ll be easy.
Fated
© 2008 Lauren Dane
A Cascadia Wolves story.
Could there be any worse fate than a road trip from Seattle to
L.A. with one s mother to attend a wedding? Why yes, when
one isn t married yet, like Megan Warden. Toss in a grandmother
and a carload of already married sisters and it s a recipe for
sneaking sips of  special coffee while someone else drives.
Shane Rosario has better things to do than attend a wedding
where his father s relatives will be at him nonstop about getting
married and having children. If it weren t for seeing his anchor
bond, Layla, he d have taken a pass on the entire weekend. It would
be easy, since he s become adept at hiding who and what he is.
When the two weren t even looking, Fate steps in and before
they know it, their bond is sealed. Bonded pair, married in the eyes
of their people. Two people tied together in every way. Trouble is,
Shane s not sure he wants all that comes with Megan. And Megan s
certain she s not willing to live outside her pack, pretending to be
human.
The distance between them is more than geographical. It s a
widening gulf rapidly filling with resentment& an emotional divide
only acceptance could bridge. Can Shane can accept himself to
cross it? Only if they let love take control.
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He could no longer hold on once they entered her room and she
locked the door. His head swam in a sea of her scent. Of her desire,
of the basic imprint of her on the room around him. He. Had. To.
Claim. Her.
When she turned to face him, the primal male inside him
thrilled to see her eyes widen at how close he stood to her. A soft
sigh filtered from her mouth. A mouth he set his own to and fell.
Her taste roared through him. His senses hummed with
satisfaction, his body hardened as his brain filled with all that was
his woman. He wanted to consume her, wanted every inch of her
inside and out. Never in his life had anyone ever held so much
fascination for him and for the first time since he d began to really
struggle with who and what he was, he reveled in it. Accepted that
he was a werewolf and she was his mate. The freedom of it was
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