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that her feet landed hard on the ground.

He held her hand firmly, leading her to the cabin door and then continuing to hold

it when he pushed the door open and took her inside.

We share everything. Remembering what he’d said about his twin didn’t help her

nerves at the moment.

There was a different air about the place from when she’d been there before.

Familiar scents of baking and cleaning made this place smell more like a den than it

had. Her torn stocking rubbed against her inner thighs as she walked into the small

living room, her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. Her short skirt did little to

make her feel covered. Her pussy was exposed, pulsing, nervous and excited energy

filling the air around her.

“What about Pamela?” She walked over to one of the windows and fingered the

curtains.

The cabin had the bitch’s scent all over it.

“I heard you two talking on the phone. Seems to me you liked her fine.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She couldn’t turn around when he came up behind her,

pressing against her while his hands moved under her skirt.

“Pamela is Gabe’s mate.” His breath tortured her neck.

And then the spot he’d just made ultrasensitive, he bit, pressing his teeth into her

flesh. He touched her thighs, her nerve endings exploding, while he worked his way

toward her swollen pussy.

“Have you seen him fuck her?” she asked, her heart racing, knowing it shouldn’t be

any of her business.

But damn it, she wanted to know everything about this Cariboo. She wanted to

know what made Stone click, what thoughts went through his head.

Stone let go of her. He undid his pants behind her but she couldn’t turn around.

Instead her insides about exploded, need swarming through her, filling the air with all

the emotions she couldn’t contain.

“Yup. I’ve fucked her too. We share what we have.”

His words hit her too hard. There wasn’t a thing she could say to respond. Her

mind just wouldn’t work that quickly.

Stone lifted her skirt, pulling her back toward him. She slapped her hands against

the wall, bracing herself when his swollen cock pressed against her sensitive flesh.

She was so wet that when he rushed inside her, filling her so quickly, she couldn’t

breathe, let alone think. He glided over her inner muscles, stroking them, while she

contracted around him. His cock just about split her in two. So large…so thick.

Ali cried out, scratching her fingers against the wall while she let her head fall back.

“Damn it. Stone.” She arched into him, wanting more but at the same time positive

she couldn’t handle it.

He pulled back, almost leaving her empty, before plunging in again, this time

harder, with more intensity.

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

Did what bother her? Not a damn thing about what he was doing bothered her.

Never had she felt better in her entire life. The smell of lust between them was enough

to get drunk on. His hands gripped her hips, pinching her flesh while he drove his cock

deep inside her, hitting that spot that sent her over the edge.

“What? God.” She bucked against him.

What he was giving her was too much. Yet he held her firm, relentless while he

built up speed, tearing into her harder and faster.

When she was positive she would collapse, completely pass out from the fucking he

was giving her, he held her firmly. His fingers dug into her flesh, the sweet pain enough

to trigger the beast within her. More than anything the urge to change, experience such

raw, hard sex in a more primal form took over as she struggled to remain standing.

“Ali.” Stone let out a growl so fierce that she was sure it shook the cabin.

He buried himself in her, his arms wrapping around her. “I’m going to come,” he

told her, exploding inside her at the same time.

Ali lost her grip against the wall. She collapsed, falling to the floor while he still

held her, buried deep inside her. He prevented her from hurting herself when they fell,

rolling her to her side while he remained inside her.

Her mind remained in a fog but the words he’d told her slowly seeped through her.

He’d fucked Pamela. Stone and Gabe shared their women.

What kind of Cariboo lunewulf were they?

What was she getting herself into?

Chapter Seven

By the end of her shift the next day, Ali wasn’t sure she’d make it another thirty

minutes without a nap. Every inch of her body tingled, muscles ached, and sensations

rushed through her that she’d never experienced before. It had made waiting tables

through lunch and dinner quite the challenge.

She pulled her apron off, hanging it on the hook on the kitchen wall when the door

opened out in the tavern. All day long she’d hoped Stone would stop in. Every time the

bell jingled above the tavern door, she’d sniffed the air. And then she’d turned to look

just in case her senses deceived her.

It wasn’t Stone. It was Pamela.

“Ali, your mother is on the phone,” Cook called from behind the grill.

She gave Pamela the once-over as the bitch moved to sit at the counter. Pamela

smiled at her, her manner and scent showing no signs of hostility. Maybe the girl

seriously wanted to be friends.

Get in good with his den and you can see more of him.

She gave her a wave of a greeting before turning to take the call.

“Ali, there was some trouble up the mountain just a bit ago.” Her mother’s worry

alerted Ali.

“What kind of trouble?” she asked, trepidation seeping through her.

“I’m not sure. Argument over land your sire has been clearing for several new

dens.” Her mother paused, saying something to her littermates in the background.

“None of them are back yet. I just wanted you to keep your ears alert and let me know

anything if you catch word as to what is going on.”

It wasn’t an unusual request for Ali to be asked to listen to the pack gossip that

went on in the tavern. Most of them straggled in after late afternoon naps to grab a bite

before heading out for evening runs. The tavern was the source of most pack news.

“No problem, Mom. I haven’t heard anything yet. My shift is over but I’ll tell the

night shift to keep their ears open.”

“Is there trouble?” Cook asked after she hung up the phone.

“I’m not sure. Sounds like my sire ran into some trouble up the mountain.” She

eyed the steaks he was flipping, her stomach growling.

It dawned on her she hadn’t eaten yet today. Walking back out to the counter, she

nibbled her lip as she approached Pamela. There was a good chance that Gabe and

Stone could be working with her sire. Pamela didn’t smell tense or upset about

anything though.

“I got bored up at the den all alone,” Pamela confessed, her smile sincere. “Are you

off work?”

“Yeah, I was thinking about getting food. Are you hungry?”

Pamela’s expression lit up, her smile answer enough. Ali quickly put in an order for

a couple of burgers with all the fixings.

“I can’t reach either of them on their cell phones.”

Pamela didn’t mention names, but Ali guessed she meant Stone and Gabe. It would

make sense that she would call Stone from time to time. She was his twin’s mate.

Nonetheless, Ali felt her tummy twist at the knowledge that Pamela could so easily

reach out to talk to Stone. Ali had ached to talk to him all day. But she didn’t even have

his cell phone number.

“I got so bored up there that I decided to come into town. I’m so glad that I found

you here. I don’t have any bitches to run with anymore. Once the bitches I used to play

with grew up and mated, they don’t come around anymore.” Pamela adjusted herself

on her stool at the counter, crossing her long thin legs.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. Everyone I went to high school with is mated now. They

run with their mates.” And mated bitches could do things that single bitches couldn’t,

like decide to come into town alone when they were bored with their den.

Ali envied Pamela’s happiness, and her freedom. The relaxed air around Pamela

was incentive to continue her pursuit of Stone. He might not realize it, but she’d be the

perfect mate for him. And he was definitely old enough to be settling down.

Ali jumped up when Cook rang the bell, letting her know their order was up. She

placed two hot plates with large burgers and mounds of French fries in front of Pamela

and where she was sitting. Then walking around the counter, her mind began churning

of ways to land Stone.

Pamela munched into her burger and then gave Ali an appraising look. “Stone

would be a tough Cariboo to get to settle down.”

Ali held her burger in front of her, ready to take a bite but pausing. She met

Pamela’s gaze. The bitch didn’t have any animosity coming from her. Her words

seemed sincere, almost sympathetic.

“How long is he staying here in Banff?” Prying information from Pamela might not

be that hard of a feat.

Pamela shrugged. “We didn’t know he was coming back. Gabe thinks you might be

getting under his skin.”

Ali’s heart soared. Stone’s twin would know his thoughts if anyone did. She took a

bite out of her burger. More than once he’d told her how close he was with Gabe, as if

warning her, preparing her.

Close enough that Stone had fucked Pamela. She glanced again at the pretty bitch

sitting next to her. Not much older than she was, with long blonde hair to die for. Any

werewolf would go sniffing after her. But just thinking about how it could have

happened, if Pamela had been excited to have Stone, made her stomach churn.

Pamela put her burger down and brushed her fingers over Ali’s hand—a reassuring

gesture. Obviously she’d misunderstood the emotions she smelled on Ali.

“He brought that shipment out here for your sire. He didn’t have to make the trip.

There were plenty of werewolves who could have driven those supplies here.” Pamela

grinned, and then poured ketchup onto the corner of her plate. “So whatever you’re