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

by Jaymin Eve

This is dedicated to those who enjoy a buffet of alpha personalities. The Hunter The Lumbersnack The Cinnamon Roll The Stalker Eat up.

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.

I will hold you until you can hold yourself.”

No matter what happens, I will come for you.”

In my fertile time, with my period approaching, and this god of a shifter smashing down walls, I was in a world of trouble.

At some point, while dreaming about bleeding to death in the snow, a band of heat pressed against my stomach, and it brought such blessed relief that every tense muscle in my body relaxed.

“You’re just a big snuggly beast, aren’t you?” Another huff, one that almost sounded amused. “Emme, for the love of my sanity, can you please step away from the most dangerous shifter beast in the world.” Hunter’s words were strained, which entertained me to no end.

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.

“Fall apart. Fall all the fucking way apart and trust me to hold the pieces. Until I put you back together.”

There’s nothing you can’t learn, Snow. If you’re brave enough to take the chance.”

Don’t ask it of me. Not even for you will I let you keep spiraling into an abyss of darkness.”

“You have a keeper, Babygirl. You are kept. Owned. Claimed. Mine.”

No one cried over cheese, and this was about way more than that, but the cheese was nice too.

He rumbled in satisfaction, and growled, “Good girl,” before spooning another, this time for himself. I stared hard as he wrapped his lips around the spoon. Oh, damn. In my next life, I wanted to come back as that fucking spoon.

“Since Kellan isn’t here to point it out,” the dragon shifter added, “let me be the first to remind you that Snow belongs to all of us. Even her…” His gaze grew heated as it dragged

slowly from the top of my head to my toes. “…pretty pussy.”

I died. I was now a puddle of death ...

A snort escaped me. “You can’t possibly be jealous about me lusting after your cars.” Slade leaned forward, just enough that I got a whiff of his toasted marshmallow goodness. “You’d be amazed at what Hunter can get jealous over. Don’t look too closely at the toaster or he’ll toss it right out the window.” Hunter shot him a dark look, which oddly morphed into a smirk. “Now that I think about it, that fucking toaster has been getting a little handsy with our omega lately.” Another. Joke. “The world’s ending,” I muttered, shaking my head.

“We’re part of your soul. We’re matched in a way that not even the gods can destroy. To hurt you would be akin to hurting ourselves… actually more than hurting ourselves, because I would sacrifice myself for you. I would sacrifice the entire fucking world, including everyone else in our pack for you. Understand?”

alpha I acknowledge that. The only reason there is any hierarchy at all is for our beasts, but you must know you’re the core and heart of the pack. Always protect your heart.” “Because you can’t survive without it,” Slade finished, and I was absolutely fucking gutted.

Might fit in a sobbing session or two while I was there.

“Good boy.”

My golden boy ate my pussy with the same ferocity that he approached all of life: with abandon and zero fucks given about what anyone else thought. Except me. He

“I’m going to explode like a teen, baby. Don’t judge me for this, because I can back it up.”

“That’s it, baby.” Kellan’s deliciously husky growl trailed down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Use me. Make yourself come. Fuck me as hard as you can. I’m not breakable.”

“You want to taste her, Hunt?” His voice was strangled, and I wasn’t sure the entitled alpha would be into that, but then he leaned over and licked across Kellan’s hand, groaning in response. “You two want a moment?” I choked out, my core tightening at the sight of that interaction.

“Good girl,” Slade said, and at the same time Hunter rasped, “There’s our good girl.”

Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed traditional foreplay, but true seduction began long before the bedroom. And these alphas were experts.

“Promise me, Emmeline Anders. Promise me you will make them all kneel.”