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Slaters Enchanting mate, Book Four

Iron Wolves MC series


When you stir a hornet’s nest…you should always be prepared for what might come out. In LeeLee and Slater’s case, they’re totally unprepared for the reality they step into. One where the people who should love and protect, are those who are out to kill for their own gain.

Wounded and hidden for years, LeeLee had found acceptance within her wolf. She learned firsthand the harsh reality of never being loved, and vowed to protect her heart, and body from suffering the same pain ever again.

Never one to back down, Slater O’Neil loves life. When he meets his mate in wolf form, he never thought claiming her would be quite so hard. Yet he’ll gladly battle an unknown evil more sinister than the horror movies he enjoys. After finally finding the other half of his soul, he’ll pay any price to protect the woman meant to be his.

True love doesn’t always come easy, and for these two shifters, they’ll need more than just love to make it work. LeeLee was just a child when she witnessed a horror no child should, but revisiting old hurts don’t always heal old wounds.

When you stir a hornet’s nest, you should always be prepared for what might come out. In LeeLee and Slater’s case, they are totally unprepared to step into a whole different reality. One where the ones who should love and protect, are the ones out to kill for their own gain.

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Time ticked by as he sat in a chair beside the bed, his eyes and ears trained on the closed door. He swore he could see through the walls, imagining her hands trailing over each feminine dip and curve on her wet flesh. The fantasy did nothing to cool his straining erection.

When the sound of the plug being pulled hit him, he sat up straighter, adjusting his dick to a more comfortable position. His own fantasy woman walked out in nothing but a large fluffy towel. He almost swallowed his tongue.

“Couldn’t you find the robe?” For fucksake he’d pointed it out.

Her smile was bright. “I saw no reason to get another item wet when I was just going to get dressed.”

The logic she used was sound, but it was not good for him or his libido.

“Oh my damn. This is gorgeous.” She fingered the outfit he’d laid out.

He realized she used the phrase oh my damn a lot, and wondered where she’d heard it.

“I thought it would look perfect on you.” He cleared his throat, the deep sound had her looking over at him sprawled in the chair. Her eyes traveled the length of him. There was no way she could miss the clear bulge in his jeans.

Although it was as normal as breathing for shifters to get naked in front of others, he could see her worry reflected in every line of her sleek body.

“I’ll just take this into the bathroom and change.” She picked up the wrap kaftan and did a one eighty back into the restroom.

Slater let out a breath. “Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He thought of the story he’d heard where Niall had told Zayn to keep his fangs and dick to himself. Now he totally understood why the other man couldn’t, and how he’d come to have an accidental human mate. If he’d found LeeLee and she wasn’t a shifter, he was sure he’d still want her no matter what or who had to say about it.

“What do you think?”

His head jerked up at her whispered words, breath froze in his throat. She looked amazing. No, better than that. Goddess, he’d never seen a more gorgeous sight, even with her hair hanging in wet strands down her back, she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.

He realized she was waiting for him to answer. “You look amazing. Come here.” He kept his voice low. The scent of her need hit him the closer she came to where he sat.

“It feels weird wearing clothes, but I remember how to dress.” Her tentative smile had him wanting to shield her from all the wrongs she’d suffered.

When she was within touching distance, he pulled her onto his lap, making her gasp. “I think I like you out of them better, but you look like a goddess in them, too.” And she did. With her hair a shade of blonde he’d not seen on a female that hadn’t come from a bottle. The silver tips drew his gaze and fingers of his left hand. “Did one of your parents have hair like this?” He held the wet strand up.

Her face scrunched up. “My mom had really blonde hair while my father’s was a darker shade of blond. I guess having a red haired child shocked them and the pack. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that must’ve been the reason I was never allowed to go outside and play with others.”

The forlorn tone made his heart constrict. If her parents were still alive he’d have a chat with both of them.

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