Free A Cougar Among Wolves by Kali Willows

big fan of being uptight and stressed out.”
    “Given the situation, it’s understandable.” Seth’s sweet smile warmed her heart. Those incredible brown orbs caused a stir deep inside.
    Klaya needed more than safety now. She needed to cut loose. Her cougar was clawing to break free. Focused on her task at hand, she searched relentlessly. “Come on, I know 49

    it’s here.” She tossed Rogue’s empty bag next to his strewn clothing and moved on to Seth’s.
    “What are you looking for?” Seth chuckled.
    “Gee’s got a bar and….” She felt the empty bottom of the pack and threw it aside and started on the duffle bags next. The first one, clothes and towels, the second one, canned goods and provisions. In the last bag, the only one untouched since their arrival, she dug deep and smiled with relief. “I knew he had to have given us something.” She tugged out a tall box with a big grin. On top, written in black marker were the words: When you’re feeling a little better, have a few, on me. Gee . Klaya tore the tape off the edges and tugged out a large bottle of tequila, a container of orange juice, a bottle of grenadine, a small jar of maraschino cherries, and three plastic tumblers. It was perfect for her needs. I have got to get that bear some jars of honey when this is all over .
    “He sent fruity drinks?” Rogue snickered.
    “Not exactly, my dear wolf-boy. He sent the makings for my favorite libation. Tequila sunrise.” She dug deeper into the box and pulled out a salt shaker and three limes. “Very nice, Gee,” she crooned. Klaya leered over at the brothers with mischief in mind. “Care to join me?”
    An hour or so and three rounds later, the tequila had somewhat smoothed her shattered nerves. An extraordinary ease rolled over her muscles, and she stretched her neck side to side to release the last of her tension.
    “These drinks are kick ass.” Rogue grabbed the stemmed cherry from the top of his drink and chomped down on the fruit. “I’m feeling pretty good.” The juice left a slight shine on his perfect lips, as though it was beckoning her to taste them.
    The remainder of her inhibitions melted away with another sip. The longing she’d tried to hold at bay for days crashed over her like a tidal wave. She considered the wolves sitting across the fire from her. Both handsome, with rugged features of strong jawlines, striking orbs, and powerful arms she was dying to be wrapped in. The scruffy facial hair they had acquired since their arrival added primal appeal. A flash of them stripped down, before they shifted resonated in her memory. Warmth filled the apex between her thighs with anticipation. Fire burned in her bones at the wild thoughts of being sandwiched between the two of them with them kissing, stroking, and penetrating her, and she liked 50

    it. Any thoughts of mourning were a distant blur amongst the fever curling around her spine.
    Klaya got to her feet and paced the length of the cave, drink clutched in hand as she disputed her own internal ramblings, the mental prattle of physical want and need. The crackle of the blazing wood, the glimmer of the crystals along the walls, and the light of the moon peering through the stone ceiling proved even more intoxicating than the alcohol.
    Despite the power of her tequila-induced craze, an element of fear thrummed in her chest, the fear of reaching out, of rejection, but, more so, of reciprocated attraction. After all, she felt the Nasc . The jolt in her arms when she lost her balance on the rocks, when they caught her—she received a powerful jolt from both of them. They had told her it happened the first time they touched her, pulling her from inside the tree. To top it all, there was no denying the magnetic pull she felt for them, her draw to them both amplified in strength as they spent time together. The three curled up next to the fire each night, one on either side of her. Even without physical contact, they managed to sheath her