Survival, 4
Kate is perfect. She is the perfect wife, the ideal mother, an entrepreneur. At least that’s what everyone sees on the outside. Truth? Her marriage is a sham, her business is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, and she struggles with motherhood as she must tackle it on her own.
After she discovers her sister is missing and sets out to track her down, she stumbles on a truth that shatters her reality. When Kate learns about shifters and meets Chloe’s pack she is intrigued. She meets Caius and Luke at a pack event and her world view pivots again. Caius is a known liar and womanizer. Luke is the silent brooding type. They both tell her she’s their fated mate, but one or both must be wrong. How can she maintain her perfect image yet secretly desire both men? Is the risk of choosing worth the reward? Or should she not bother to choose at all?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex
Excerpt:
I should have balked at all this, yet from the minute I walked in to see Luke in his boxer briefs, pale skin covered in black rune-like markings, I was in a trance. This had to be a dream. My body was doing things, and I was watching from afar. My role a silent observer to my ruination. The minute he called me a good girl, he owned me. I didn’t even know I would like hearing such an endearment. Now, I practically panted, wanting to please him enough to praise me again.
Lacking any modesty or finesses, I shimmied out of my leggings, hopping about from foot to foot till I could get them off. He steadied me with a large hand while turning on the shower. “Why are we getting in the shower?” I didn’t have anything with me in his room. No makeup or hair products, no change of clothes. Getting wet would be a real inconvenience, not to mention making it obvious we showered together.
“I desperately want to hear more of your moans,” he rumbled. My inner thighs clenched. “But I don’t want to share the sound with anyone else. This is for us.”
His deep baritone was enough to start me gushing. I was embarrassingly wet. To hell with any reservations I may have had. A shower was exactly what I needed right now. I chewed on my lip while toying with the waistband of my panties. Underwear was the last thing either of us had on, like we were playing a game of truth or dare to see who would go first. Glancing at the steaming water in the shower, I hesitated. “Is this a good idea?”
Luke picked dare instead of truth. He pulled off his boxer briefs, his fully erect member springing free. It bopped almost playfully against his stomach. I zeroed in on the motion, staring unabashedly at his beautiful cock. I’d only ever seen Aaron’s small, thin penis, barely longer than his balls. There was no comparison. Luke’s reached past his navel. A thick mushroom head sitting on top of an impressive shaft. For the first time in my life, I had a wild desire to drop to my knees and worship it with my mouth.
“Fuck,” Luke heaved. “I’m going to incinerate if you keep looking at me like that.”
Flushing at having been caught starting, I managed to look away. The steam was fogging up the mirrors now, minimally reducing the temptation to keep ogling this man.
“None of that now,” he tsked. Placing his finger under my chin, he forced me back in his direction. “I always want your eyes on me, sweetness. I’ve never felt more alive than when you’re hungry for me.”
I was having difficulty swallowing. Denials and refusals rose to my lips. Yet I never uttered them. I was embarrassed at how needy I was around him, but at the same time, I couldn’t force a lie that would keep me with a shred of dignity.
“Your turn,” he purred, staring down at my black panties. He licked his lips as if I was unveiling a succulent treat.
His desire fueled my confidence. I wanted him to see me, not just my naked body, but all of me. I spent my life trying to be the picture-perfect version of myself. Hoping everyone would believe the facade I constructed as a shield around my broken self. This strange desire to be seen by Luke was foreign to me. I never wanted anyone to see me as less than ideal, yet I wanted Luke to see my ugly. For him to view my desperation to belong, to see my goofy side, watch my freak flag wave, and not just accept it but adore it. I should be terrified to be exposed in such a way. It felt thrilling.
- Series:
- /series-survival/
