Shifters Forever Worlds Epic Collection

by Elle Thorne

  “I think you know the worst there is to know. You saw my bear.”

  She nodded, then leaned her head against his arm. “I did. At first I thought I was seeing things, but after that day, when you took me to the bunker, things changed. I felt like there was this invisible bond between us.”

  “There was. I created a bond when I took your essence in me.”

  She looked confused.

  “Your blood. From the cut on your temple.”

  “Wait. Hang on.” She stood up and began to pace the room.

  His eyes followed her silhouette as she made loose circles in front of the bed.

  Her hips moved temptingly, her breasts swayed, her curves tantalized him with every step.

  Cross felt a stirring in his pants. With each step Ariadne took, the stirring grew, stronger, deeper.

  She paused, chewed her lip, then began the pacing again.

  “I get that I saw the bear. And I haven’t even wrapped my head around that yet. I know I should be freaked out. Why am I not?”

  “Because, when I took a part of you in me, it opened up my soul to yours. Deep down, what I am couldn’t shock you because you knew already.

  Though it’s not quite as strong as a couplebond.”

  She froze. “Tell me more.”

  Cross ground his teeth. His attraction to this woman was too much. Now she wanted him to tell her that he’d have to couple bond her while his cock was buried deep in her body and she was in the middle of a climax?

  “God.” He groaned the word out, dropped his head in his hands. “You’re killing me woman.”

  A surge of adrenaline followed the tingle and drove through him like a locomotive. The adrenaline was more powerful than anything he’d ever felt before. More powerful than the adrenaline on the most dangerous mission he’d ever been on. Though he couldn’t even remember it, he could barely remember his own name, that’s how wrapped up he was in this woman.

  His mate.

  If she’d have him.

  “So, this couple bond…?”

  “Happens when we…”

  Goddammit.

  He was never tongue-tied around women. Then again, he’d never had these feelings before.

  It was clear she had a lightbulb moment. Her greenish-gold gaze showed understanding. A flush kissed her cheeks.

  That blush didn’t help—his cock responded with a twitch.

  Cross scented her arousal, and it awakened both the bear and the man in him. It heightened his sexual drive. His cock strained, pushing, needing her. Wanting to possess, own, take, and brand himself deep within her.

  Wanting to be sure she never had any reason not to trust him.

  He’d have to bond her.

  “Do you want to…?”

  Ariadne cocked her head to the side, a glint in her eye. She swiveled to face him. “I do.”

  A frown creased Cross’s forehead. “You do what?”

  “I do want to.” She placed a hand on his stomach then her fingers crept their way up over his chest, wandering through the sprinkle of hair, up, over, then around his neck. Her eyes gleamed, locked on his, her cheeks flushed.

  Without taking his eyes off of hers, he reached for her top, took it by the hem, and raised it over her head. Her low-cut bra left the upper halves of her creamy breasts exposed for his viewing pleasure. Her chest moved with each breath, as if offering her body to him.

  “Ariadne.” His voice rumbled from deep within, part his, part his bear’s.

  They’d gone too far. He couldn’t push his bear back anymore. The fever to make her his forever was too strong.

  He picked her up and set her on the bed, then reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off, setting her breasts free, her nipples at attention, dark pink pebbles, waiting for his touch. He lowered his head, blew a breath on one, watching it swell and harden.

  Ariadne gasped, threw her head back, her legs spreading, probably unaware of the vision of sexiness she made. Certainly not aware of the depths to which his need ran.

  Cross took her nipple in his mouth, drawing it in, sucking on it, letting his teeth graze it as she moaned and dug her fingers in his scalp. Her nails bit into his flesh. He reached for her other breast, weighed its fullness in his hand, squeezing it while his thumb and forefinger plucked and rolled its hardness as Ariadne squirmed on the bedspread, her hands fisting the fabric, pulling it up.

  Her moans took him to a place he wouldn’t be able to leave. His body yearned to have her slickness wrapped around his shaft, milking his lust, pouring hers over his flesh.

  While his mouth pulled on her nipple, his hand drifted down, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and tugged them over her hips. She raised her ass, and he slid them off. Her aroma rose, searing his senses with the essence of her flavor, pushing all inhibitions aside.

  Fuck being gentle.

  He shoved her legs apart, lowered his head into her trimmed patch and drew her scent in, filling his lungs with the essence of her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ariadne held her breath, her fingers entwined in Cross’s hair, pushing him lower, wanting his mouth to take her the way he’d conquered her very soul.

  His tongue touched the top of her slit and slid through the folds.

  Ariadne gasped.

  Then his tongue touched her clit. A cry escaped her, one of desperation—she had to have him, to be had by him.

  “Cross.” She couldn’t control the sharpness of the need that drove her forward.

  “I need you.”

  She spread her legs, putting her heels on the edge of the bed, opening herself to him.

  He spread her lips with his fingertips.

  “Fuck, I love your body. It’s beautiful.”

  He blew warm air on her.

  Its hotness turned cool as it passed over her lips. He spread her even more, unhooding her tiny button, touching his tongue to the sensitive little bud.

  Ariadne jumped as if an electric surge had touched her clit. The sensation journeyed to her nipples, and then, rather than stopping, it sent a bolt of desire straight to her head. He slipped a finger in. “So wet for me already.”

  Ariadne moaned, heard the sound of his zipper, felt heat and fullness against her entrance. She reached down, touched his velvety steel shaft, its mushroom head throbbing against her fingertip. She wiggled, trying to get him to enter her channel. She wriggled even closer to the edge of the bed.

  Cross took her ass in his hands. She grabbed his hips, if he didn’t do it soon, she would pull him in her with a fierceness that was bound to hurt deliciously. With a thrust and a stretching, he filled her, pushing her to a place she’d never been before.

  Powered by desire, he pulled back, his head almost completely out, and drove back in, a groan on his lips.

  In and out, he thrust in the same way several times while a fierce feeling built in Ariadne.

  She couldn’t pinpoint it, but somewhere, in her mind or in her body, or both—everywhere—a wave crested.

  She shoved it away, overwhelmed and confused by the intensity of it.

  Cross pushed her thighs farther apart, driving deeper then pulled out completely, leaving her with an empty desolation.

  Pulling her to her feet, he turned her around, and pushed her against the wall, her body flat on its surface. He spread her legs with his knees. She felt his cock against her lips and shimmied backward, needing its promise of pleasure.

  She moaned.

  Cross thrust, pushing her open while encasing his shaft deep within her. She grunted as he hit the back wall of her pussy and began a rhythmic, fast pumping. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tighter to his body.

  He raised a hand, brought his palm down on her ass. Smack!

  She flinched, her muscles tightening around him, grabbing his pulsing cock as he pushed it in deeper. A flash of light behind her eyelids was followed by a sizzling sensation in her veins as she climaxed. Her muscles tightened even more, milking him as he roared and leaned
forward.

  “Now.” His voice was a hiss, spiked with lust and need.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. God yes.” She panted, the words torn from her throat.

  Another orgasm started, and she pushed back on him.

  He pulled her backward, grabbed her breasts with both hands while his cock was still firmly buried in her. At the base of his cock, surrounded by her lips and pulsing muscles, she felt him swelling. With a bellow, he bit into her shoulder and released his essence deep within at the same moment. A pulsating jet of heat hit the back of her channel then traveled downward, coating her walls and his cock.

  “I love you.” His voice was low, a whisper as his breath traveled over the back of her neck. “My mate.”

  A sigh passed over Ariadne’s lips. She wiggled against him, safe in the comfort of his love.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ariadne stretched, pulling her shoes back on and smiled at a patiently waiting Cross.

  He reached for her hand, pulling her toward the front door. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  He held the door open, then exclaimed, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  Little Buck was waiting by the front porch.

  “He was here when I pulled up,” Ariadne said.

  “Ben shot his mother. I heard him tell one of his men.” The idea of it still made Cross burn with a renewed fury.

  “I ruined his life.” Her voice was hoarse.

  “No, you didn’t make Ben evil. His brand of evil is born that way. But he won’t hurt any other innocents.”

  Buck approached, tucking his head into Cross’s palm.

  Cross leaned down, ran his fingers over the little deer’s neck and body. “Glad to see you made it. I should let Mac know he’s here. She texted me to say he was missing before—hell broke loose.”

  “Think he’ll stay?” Ariadne reached out.

  Buck nuzzled her fingertips.

  “I’m pretty sure he will. As long as we do.”

  She gave Buck a gentle pat.

  “Hey.” Cross touched her shoulder. “As long as we do.”

  “I heard you.” She smiled at the expectant look on his face.

  “That includes you.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I guess I should tell you about my job.”

  “Does this have something to do with the high-tech room?”

  “Yeah.”

  He didn’t know how much he should overwhelm her with.

  “I’m in a military group of sorts. We go on missions to bring evil-doers in check.”

  “Ooooh-kay.” Confusion colored her voice.

  “We serve four years, then take one year off to recharge. Then we can re-up.”

  “My brothers enlisted shortly after I did. I expect we’ll be seeing them in the next few weeks.”

  “That’s what you’re doing now? Recharging?”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s one way to describe it. I’m taking the year and spending it with you. Then we can decide if you want to stay here or go with me wherever I’m assigned.”

  “So I get a whole year to decide if I want to be with you?”

  A twinkle in her eye got her a smack on the ass.

  Buck studied them with an interested gaze.

  “No woman, you’re stuck with me for good.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

  She rubbed her ass. “Don’t make that a habit, mister.” She reached for the locket, rubbing it.

  “That’s special to you isn’t it?”

  “It was my mother’s.”

  “It’s bugged. That’s how Ben found you.”

  “Oh my God.” She jerked on the locket.

  Not wanting her to break the chain, Cross took her hands in his.

  “Hold your hair back.”

  He unfastened the locket, popped it open with his thumbnail and moved the photo of a woman and her baby aside.

  “See?”

  Tiny. Black. Almost her death warrant.

  He removed it, crushed it between his fingers and let it fall to the ground.

  “Hard to believe. Something that small could have tracked me.” Ariadne stomped on it, then ground it into the dirt.

  “Hey, he’s not coming after you. No one is. Montez and Ben aren’t threats anymore. He put his arm around her, buried his nose in her hair, inhaled her scent.

  She smelled delicious.

  Like sex.

  Like Ariadne.

  Like forever.

  Lance

  Lance del Cruz has just finished his tour with the Shifter Council Compliance Unit. Being an Enforcer wasn’t difficult, it was too easy, actually. He’s had his share of hunting rovers and doling out justice for the Shifter Council. He’s going home to the cabin he’s only managed to visit in short spurts for the last four years while he served the Council.

  He’s making one stop on the way to the cabin, to say hi to Mae, the one who gave Cross and his brothers a home during their younger, darker days.

  Except Mae has a favor to ask him. And there’s this other little complication… A luscious, curvy thing called Mac—short for MacKenzie. Damned if he can resist her.

  Chapter One

  MacKenzie Clarity—Mac to anyone who knew her—stood at the counter in the front office of the Bear Canyon Wildlife Reserve Vet Clinic. She was putting together the order for next week.

  A disturbance hit her body with the same intensity of a storm brewing.

  She knew. Right away.

  Lance.

  She’d felt him enter the valley. That damned bear shifter was back.

  Did he look the same? Had he changed? Those dark blue eyes, almost the color of midnight, that chiseled face, so characteristic of the del Cruz brothers.

  Lance.

  The middle brother.

  The heartbreaker.

  The destroyer of souls.

  And yet, though he’d destroyed and utterly devastated her when he left four years ago, here she was.

  Still standing.

  Still alive.

  At least on the outside.

  On the inside, she’d been an iceberg, working, taking care of the animals.

  On the inside, she’d been shredded as if her heart had been shoved into a wood chipper.

  The air felt full of electricity, ready to crack with any disturbance.

  Or maybe that’s just me. Maybe I’m going to crack.

  She kept her eyes on the paperwork in front of her.

  Her phone buzzed.

  A text from her new best friend Ariadne—though it felt like she’d known Ariadne forever.

  Best friend or not, she’d never discussed Lance with Ariadne. She wasn’t sure she could say his name out loud. Not without reliving the agony.

  The side of her neck burned with a ferocity that was more than the usual dull throb that persisted.

  Another sign he was here.

  Fury flew through her. That damned thing was supposed to have been taken care of.

  Fucking witch doctor. Took her money but failed to deliver.

  She glanced at the text from Ariadne, inviting her to come up for dinner and to check on Buck.

  Buck was a fawn whose mother had been shot and the tiny creature had been in a state of shock when Cross, Ariadne’s husband, brought him down the mountain for Mac to treat.

  Now the little deer—Cross had named him Buck, to Ariadne’s amusement—wouldn’t leave Cross’s side. It behaved like a puppy following him or Ariadne around, going hiking with them when Cross took Ariadne exploring on the mountain.

  Mac was glad Cross found someone. Just because Mac hated Cross’s brother Lance, didn’t mean she’d feel the same way about Cross.

  And she really liked Ariadne, the woman he’d saved from the mob’s hitmen less than a month ago.

  Interesting how seamless Ariadne’s entrance had been into Cross’s life. The two fit together as if they’d always been that way.

  Anger seared through Mac’s v
eins. She and Lance had never had that. Never that ease, that peaceful coming together.

  Nope.

  She and Lance were passion fueled by kerosene. No sweet lovemaking for the two of them. It had always been fierce, formidable, and always unforgettable.

  She exhaled in fury. Her body sucker-punched by the thought of their sexual history. Her awareness of their chemistry creating a throb, after all those years, after all that heartbreak. She remembered the intense hunger in his nighttime blue eyes, the way his bear had flamed golden amber in the depths of Lance’s gaze.

  The reserve, the office, the low hum of the computers, the sound of the radio, it all melted away as her pulse resonated in her mind, her heart, and places south of her navel.

  Fuck. Fuck this.

  She shoved Lance out of her mind, shoved the visage of their love and their desire far away and picked up her cell and car keys.

  Deal, Mac. Just deal. She pep talked herself, because what the fuck else was she to do?

  Chapter Two

  Lance del Cruz was going home.

  Finally.

  He punched it, flooring the pedal, though his old pickup truck wasn’t going to give him much more speed. She wasn’t built for speed. She was built for reliability and work.

  And his truck was good at both.

  He’d kept her stored in the city, at a rental unit, paying a year in advance. He didn’t get to drive her much; his job didn’t offer too many vacations or holidays. And when it did, they were rarely planned.

  She waited for him, in that storage unit by the airport, for those rare times when he came home. He had enough supplies in the storage unit to do any repairs needed while she languished in the unit, unmaintained.

  Just a charge this time, and she picked up reliably, roaring to life, ready to take him home.

  Home.

  Lance looked at the horizon, picked out the peaks of the Bear Canyon Mountain Range.

  There was Cross’s—Crag’s Peak.

  Next in line was his own—Devil’s Horn.

  Funny how it all worked out, in their younger days, there’d been three brothers and three peaks.