Their bond is heaven on earth...but it could tear their pack apart.
Ethan Jager is forced to hide behind a false identity as his pack mates suffer under Michael Tanner's rule. It's not his choice; he was born broken, without the primitive urge to breed driving him to pick a mate.
While his wolf sleeps, his heart has chosen for him: Noah, widower and fellow pack dominant.
Everything changes the day Hannah Kagan smiles at him. Lust awakens his wolf--a first. Hannah is beautiful, loyal, kind, everything an alpha male should want. And mating her will allow him to reclaim his pack. It will also leave his soul with a giant hole when he's forced to rip Noah out of his life.
Hard choices are required of alpha males, but choosing which lover to let go is one Ethan refuses to make. The alternative will not only change the pack, but transform their world...if he can keep his mates alive long enough to claim them both.
Warning: Contains an alpha male whose wolf doesn't like to share his toys, a dominant female who's nobody's plaything, and a beta male who doesn't roll over for anyone. Also: speed dating, werewolf style. Band-Aids required.
“Are you done imagining what I would look like naked, or do you want me to stand here longer?” His rough voice zinged through her, setting her on edge. Not in a bad way. Awareness settled low. She ignored the instant arousal and yanked her gaze to his face. Green eyes framed by dark lashes snared her attention.
She inhaled sharply. Never before had she seen a shifter with green eyes. The rare gene offered power, just as the combination of her black hair and blue eyes gifted her with strength.
She let her gaze map his face as she had his body. Dark blond hair set off the deep emerald color of his eyes and framed a harsh face, but his shaggy locks softened his features. She doubted he’d styled it on purpose for the effect. The uneven ends gave the impression he’d hacked it off with scissors and didn’t give a shit if it looked nice or not.
The shadow of his beard added to the image of indifference. The uneven growth covered his cheeks, chin, and neck. Her fingertips itched to touch his jaw and see if the stubble had reached the point of softness or if it would tickle her skin and make her squirm. She curled her fingers and fought to contain her runaway thoughts. They weren’t appropriate, especially after being in Ethan’s arms. She swore she could still smell him on her skin.
The Tanner wolf chuckled, breaking the trance he’d cast over her. She tore her attention from the cleft in his chin to his eyes.
“Hello, little Hannah Kagan. What brings you to this shithole town?”
She took a step forward, anger replacing the lust. “Don’t ever call me little.”
The growl to her voice shocked her. It took the Tanner wolf by surprise too. His smirk faded instantly, and his cocky stance eased. He tilted his head and studied her as if seeing her for the first time. Something flashed in his green eyes. Respect, maybe? She didn’t know. Didn’t care. She took another step.
“And why I’m here is none of your fucking business.”
He grinned, showing off his pointed teeth. “You want me like this, Hannah? Fucking wild? A goddamn animal? Is this the male you want to kiss?”
“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Yes. I want you.”
His cock lengthened, and his breathing deepened. He welcomed the lust, let it seep into him and push him forward. Long strides closed the distance between them.
He snatched her hand and yanked her away from Noah. Hannah collided with Ethan’s chest. Her breath rushed out, and she let out an oomph. The second her curves touched his body, his wolf calmed. Still weary but no longer enraged, it sat on its haunches and gazed at Hannah. He could swear there was love in its expression. Yes, he was reading into its reaction. The animal wouldn’t love Hannah, not in the way he did. It needed her, though.
It would fight to keep her too.
The conviction stirred his unease. Hannah’s fingertips along his jaw chased it away. He covered her hand with his. He wanted to apologize. Maybe promise her he’d never touch Noah again. Tell her he loved her.
“Hannah.” Her name was all he could manage.
She mapped his face with her gaze and settled on his lips. “Are you going to kiss me? I’ve waited so long to feel your lips on mine.”
Ethan opened his eyes and met Noah’s focused stare. “For a long time, I’d convinced myself it was the lack of oxygen before they cut me out of my mother’s womb that made me gay.”
Noah sighed. “You know that’s a load of crap. I’m gay too, and I—”
“You were mated, and I know you still get aroused for other women.” Ethan cocked a brow, daring Noah to deny it. His steady stare confirmed Ethan’s statement.
Ethan shook his head. “I never did, not for females or other males. I accepted it after a while. I even convinced myself you were my true mate. There was no other explanation for the way I felt around you.”
“Then you met Hannah.”
“Then I met Hannah.” Ethan closed his eyes once more and admitted the truth that had grown stronger in the days since he’d first looked into her eyes. “I’ve fallen in love with her too.”
Noah closed the scant inch between them. His heat radiated along the length of Ethan’s body, stirring his lusts once more. He shifted to get away. Noah planted his hands next to Ethan’s head and his legs on the outside of Ethan’s, caging him in place.
Equal in strength, Ethan wouldn’t be able to escape without a fight. Some days he tried, just to trigger Noah’s need to dominate and Ethan’s desire to submit. Images flashed through his head. Ethan wanted to be held down and ridden hard, fucked until Noah exploded inside him and Ethan’s release coated his stomach. His breathing quickened. The hard dick pressed against him made his lust grow. He wanted to make the fantasy a reality.
I can’t. Never again. He pushed against Noah’s shoulder, not budging him. The shove tore a growl from Noah instead. Ethan curled his fingers. “Did you hear me? I love Hannah, and I will mate her. Together we’re going to rule the pack.”
Noah grabbed Ethan’s balled fist and tugged it above his head. The hard yank whipped through Ethan, and his breath rushed out.
Noah rubbed his thumb over the pounding vein in Ethan’s wrist, sending tingles to skip down his spine. “I heard you.”
“Good.” Ethan bucked, trying to knock him off. “Then let me go.”
“Is that what you want?”
No. He wanted the impossible. “Yes.”
Noah eased back but didn’t let Ethan escape. Noah slid his hand inside Ethan’s pants and stroked his cock. A shudder ran through him, and a pleased groan escaped Noah. He leaned in and skimmed his lips over Ethan’s cheek to his ear. Noah’s rough beard tickled him, sending more zinging sparks down Ethan’s spine.
“But you’re hard for me.” Noah gave Ethan’s dick a rough tug. “You want me. Don’t bother denying it. I’ll call you a liar.”
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Bridged by Love: http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com/bridged-by-love.html
Other shifter books: set in the same world as the Kagan Wolves
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Beautiful Mistake: http://amzn.to/1OXuX1E
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About the Author
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.
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