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Dante
I’d never meta human like Peyton before. She was a breath of fresh air, a wildflower popping its head up on a frozensnowbank.
From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. Not in the way a human male wants a woman he wants to fuck, but in the way a shifterwants.
Many human women, or skins, as we call humans, make the mistake of thinking shifter males are like humans because we look like regular men in skin. We’re not. We don’t date in the traditional sense, or go on Tinder searching for hook-ups. You won’t catch us sending dick pics on our cells to women we’ve just met because it’s unnecessary. A human guy will want to score for the sex, for the thrill and pleasure, and sinking his cock into soft femaleflesh.
We shifters are different. Maybe that’s why skin women gravitate to us, because we’re wilder and we don’t live within the constraints of human society. We have our own rules andpriorities.
A single male is always searching a female to call his own. We need women as our companions, for fucking, fighting and breeding, but also to help us control the pack and eachother.
Sure, we love sex and one-night stands are commons. Unspoken rule is that long as a female knows what you’re offering, it’sokay.
Peyton Jackson was different. She’s psi, but that’s not what sets her apart. She has a spark and a zest for life. When she utters that gurgling laugh of yours, the entire world stops and you want to sit and listen to her, feed her favorite foods the way we shifters do to claim our females, and then coax her into your bed for long, hardlovemaking.
Not for one night. For many nights, hell, alifetime.
More than that, she is the one I’ve searched for my entire life. Peyton has the ability to read auras, even shifter auras, and she wields a power over us I have never seen before. And she has a soft heart forchildren.
Even children who walk infur.
Of course her curves instantly appeal to us shifters. Winters are tough in Wyoming, even with the city less than an hour’s drive away when the highway is paved. Cabin fever easily sets in with bored shifters and that’s when we can get into real trouble. Usually it’s the women who will rein us in, with tempting offers of food, games (we love games. Ever toss a ball to a dog? Try it with a wolf) or long conversations that a shifter enjoys with a favoritefemale.
And of course those long hours of lovemaking that can go from gentle to hard in a singlenight.
So we look for females with extra cushioning. No shifter male in his right mind wants a coat hanger super model in bed, nor will he brag about the experience. Others would laugh at him and ask if he got bruised. Or tease him about how she really looked beneath all theairbrushing.
We like woman with flesh on their bones, soft and pliant beneath us as we takethem.
They make good breeders,too.
But most of all we need women who will stick it out with us. Take us for a night of sex and a Skin woman will never look at a guy the same way again, and her pussy will clench every time she thinks about what she experienced. The downside of getting involved with shifters is that we don’t live with the same urges as humans. We’re not interested in advancing in our careers, owning the fastest, most expensive house and car, or getting rich (though many of us are). We certainly don’t have that FOMO some humans do (fear of missingout).
We’re more concerned about our packs, our families, protecting our damn hides to make sure the local sheriff doesn’t pump a shotgun full of lead into us when we’re running wild in our animalforms.
It’s an uneasy co-existence with Skins, who regard us with wariness. Long ago they edged us out to the country, away from the crowded urban areas because having a wolf run wild in New York City made the locals scream. They’d rather tolerate a human mugger than a wildwolf.
Skins have these long-standing beliefs about predatory animals. They will never stop fully fearing us, even as they smile and shake our hands in a civilizedmeeting.
I can’t blame them, because beneath my three-piece Italian silk business suit beats the heart of a wild wolf who will never be fully tamed, in the boardroom or inbed.
So years ago, we left the cities in search of wide, open spaces where we could form our packs and raise our young. Problem is, there’s not enough suitable women. Skin women eager for a night of intense sex will back away if you start mentioning living together in apack.
It became harder to find willing, available females for our males. Many shifters decided it was better to share one woman, and since pack life is all about sharing, it became anorm.
Even bear shifters, who tend to be solitary, adapted to this lifestyle. The Donovan clan, who own a large spread about twenty miles north of ours, have three or more males to a female. Sam, the clan leader, is searching for a woman to share with his two betas, but he’s had a hard time because he’s constantly having to control his younger, more excitablebrother.
There simply aren’t enough females to go around, and we guard them fiercely once they declare themselvesours.
As alpha of the Carrington pack, it’s my duty to oversee the pack and ensure they feel safe and protected. I formed my pack to gather together werewolves who were lost and had no place else togo.
I’ll fight with blood and bone to keep my people safe, and Alex and Gabriel will do thesame.
Alex and Gabe are my trusted betas. I need to ensure they will carry on if something happens to me. When I began searching for a lifelong mate, it was with the intention of sharing her withthem.
Alex is wounded inside from the nightmare he lived in before joining me in the pack. Alex is sensitive and smart as hell, the financial genius behind the Carrington pack. I need a woman who will cherish him. It took a long time Alex to trust again and emerge from the darkness gripping hissoul.
