A Curse of Fate (Shifter City Fated Mates, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

Fuck towels. Fuck them right off. Who the hell even invented them? It should be my tongue lapping up every drop of moisture from her creamy skin, following the path of freckles dotted across her body… and I was so fucking gone over her.

I’d lie down on burning coals and let her use me as a walkway. If that very specific situation ever should arise…

I was held in the firmest, warmest embrace I’d ever experienced. I’d never been held until it felt like all my ragged, broken pieces were dragged together, and through his strength alone he might make me whole.

It was a forever connection. True fucking mates. Bonded for life.

I’d never be embarrassed to show up for my girl. If you weren’t a little obsessed, was she even your mate?

All the alphas wore sweats, but at least none of them were gray, meaning I might even be able to concentrate on the games. Yeah. Probably not.