A Twist of Luck (Shifter City Fated Mates, #2)

by Jaymin Eve

Slade pulled me closer, and as if he’d somehow used magic too, his touch had my hysteria dying down into choked sobs. “Calm,” he murmured, in his low, slightly accented rumble. “Calm yourself, Emmeline. You are not alone. I will not let them harm you.”

Not me crying too!!

I had very little experience with hugs, but I was starting to learn that when they came from my alphas, they were one of the nicest moments of my life. Surrounded by warmth and energy, comforted and content. Especially with Slade, who was coldly aloof most of the time.

Now i want to hug her too!

Slade had a strong touch aversion, and while I had no idea what had specifically caused it, I knew it was trauma from his past. The dragon, with his genius computer brain, was cold and formal most of the time, but not today. Today, he’d saved me, and at great personal cost.

We must plan and heal, Emmeline. I will hold you until you can hold yourself.”

:'(

“Your wolf’s fur is the whitest I’ve ever seen,” he explained, as he finally glanced my way, his expression neutral. His eyes burned though. “It reminds me of the purity of snow, and your arctic blue eyes only add to the vibe.”

Don’t push me on this, dragon. Eat the fucking food.” A flicker of a smile ghosted over his lips, so fast that I probably imagined it, but he did reach out and grasp the bowl. There was the briefest graze of our fingers, which set off an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies in my gut. “Whatever you need, Snow.”

“Feed me?” He rumbled it with so much confusion, as if I’d spoken in a foreign language and he was attempting to translate the meaning. “Yep,” I nodded, barely hiding my grin. “It usually happens with babies, but you don’t have to worry, I won’t make any airplane noises as I spoon the food in. Unless you want me to, of course.”

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Emmeline,” he whispered close to my ear. “And if I’ve learned anything since you came into my life, it’s that if you’re not alive then I’m not alive. I refuse to do this shit without you. I can’t do this without you. That’s just how it is now and forever.”

“It just means I will stand between you and death always. I’m not worried about living without you, because it won’t happen. The only reason I didn’t jump in with the dragon was the risk of provoking him.

Finley’s vanilla cherry was the least familiar but no less potent.

HA!

When a magical avalanche of energy exploded from the witch, he simply tensed his forearms and crushed her skull in his bare hands. In. His. Bare. Hands.

Sexy!

That wasn’t completely true. I’d seen Mom help her pack recover from a magical attack, but as I wasn’t bonded to Kellan and couldn’t use my strength to bolster his, I had to step aside.

OMFG UR PART WITCH ARENT U?!!!!

“You are not a monster, Slade Riverson. You are a protector. Your dragon saved us from the blast. Don’t tell me that wasn’t pure instinct. Not even you could have premeditated and moved that quickly.”

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he whispered. “Fall apart. Fall all the fucking way apart and trust me to hold the pieces. Until I put you back together.”

On both covers I grabbed there was a half-naked couple embracing. A weird gurgling laugh escaped me. Romance.

Oh jaymin! Lol

“My wolf is losing his shit, little omega. You will let me take care of you, or I will force the issue.” Damn him. Hunter probably read romance novels as well, but his were definitely of the dark, obsessive variety.

Ha!

He responded with a grunt, so I elbowed him, and his eyes widened in astonishment as if no one had ever thought to strike him. He wasn’t the only one either, as the others stared like we were a new phenomenon popped up from the depths of the underworld.

“Is that an order, Daddy Alpha? Because I don’t remember asking for a keeper.”

Oh no ;)

He dropped his glass with a thud, and a choked gasp escaped me when he wrapped his claim around my throat, capturing me in his way. He leaned in closer, his voice a purr of dominance. “You have a keeper, Babygirl. You are kept. Owned. Claimed. Mine.” His voice lowered even more, and as I melted into my chair, he released me just as suddenly, retrieving his drink once more. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

Lupine flu was a legitimate disease, and one of the few that affected all shifters.

Foreshadowing?

“I’m just over six-nine and Hunter is six-six. Poor little guy.”

“For our scent match to feed us… it’s a gesture of courting. Our beasts are losing their minds.”

No doubt I’d stumble upon the perfect zinger in two or three business days. He’d just have to be patient.

Girl i feel this!!!

Always protect your heart.” “Because you can’t survive without it,” Slade finished, and I was absolutely fucking gutted.

Finley still needed a few high fives. To the face. With a chair.

I held my hand out, and like Thor’s mighty hammer she crossed toward me without hesitation.

Ha! I love that reference

She sank into me and my still-hard cock kicked in my pants, but I didn’t bother to adjust myself. I was proud to show the world how much I craved her, my perfect mate.

was coated in her cum when she squirted, taking both of us by surprise. The best fucking surprise. Was it my birthday? Christmas? Did I just get a wish granted, because this was my lucky day.

He was dressed casually in a teal Henley and jeans, and I wanted to climb all over him like he was an adults-only jungle gym.

Ha! Same

“There’s our good girl.” I almost slipped off my chair as my panties took part in a slip-and-slide contest we were clearly winning.

He deserves to die for how he treated my brother, but for some reason, Slade won’t take him out. And he won’t let me either.”

Foreshadowing ???

An entitled alpha does not kneel. But he had.