Free Jungle Freakn' Bride by Eve Langlais Page B

sideways and she observed a smooth - skinned male, his mouth flashing teeth, his eyes familiar. Ours. A word she understood , as did her passenger.
    It didn’t stop her from baring her canines when he approached. Laughing, the male didn’t slow, but neither did he hurry, his long limbs graceful in both look and movement.
    Inhaling, a rumble went through her at the scent of him, a musky aroma underlying his very being that promised more, that declared him like her . The deliciousness of it sent a shiver down her spine , ending in a twitch of her tail. A snarl left her as he reached down to stroke her, rubbing his fingers along her cheek to the back of her ears.
    Oh yes. Yes. More. Right there. A purr erupted as he tickled a spot and she forgot about perhaps eating him. If she ate him , he would stop scratching , a nd she didn’t want that.
    A new chuckle joined his as a second body settled on her other side.
    Danger?
    She snatched her head from the wonderful fingers to face the new possible threat. Eyeing her with mismatched eyes, eyes she also knew, the dominant perused her. She sniffed and tossed her head. He would have to do more than stare if he thought to rule her.
    A sound rumbled forth from him, a word, a meaning she should know, or at least her other half should , b ut exhausted from the change, not just physically, the other who shared this shape slept.
    Good. It would make the learning quicker , s tarting with imprinting the aroma of her males. She ran her nose over the second male’s hands, then his arms, sniffing closer and closer to the source of his musk. She never reached her goal. Hands gripped her head and he stared at her.
    Ha, like she would bow. She stared right back, steady gaze and fascinated. His eyes contained such emotion for a skin - walker. Pride. Affection. Regret. Dominance. A demand for obedience. But she didn’t submit to any male. Newborn, but with knowledge because of her passenger, she knew they could defy this one and not pay the consequences.
    Her alpha male would need a strong mate. As would his beta. Turning to view the first one, she noted the man gone, in his place a dark shadow with glowing eyes, twitching tail , and luxurious fur , almost as pretty as hers.
    As if she’d let his vain appearance sway her. If he wished a spot as her ma t e, he would have to earn it ; they both would. Once she learned to walk.
    A gain , she got u p , in time for the nose that nudged her in the side as her mismatched male, the alpha who would be her mate, stood. She should have expected his rarity from his eyes, but still, there was rare , then there was the male who thought he would rule her.
    Big, bigger than most, he r alpha possessed the most odd fur combination, a speckled body, as that of a normal of their kind, or so her fuzzy memories and knowledge stated. But then , as if to leave a stamp showing his greatness, a band of black wound around him in a thick stripe from the tip of his tail in a thin line that thickened as it wrapped around his torso until it wound around his eyes, leaving them in a dark mask.
    Tossing his head, his tail twitched and his musculature rippled. Show off.
    This time , using recollections and paying attention, she moved her new body. She d idn’t fall, and turned to walk back. The males didn’t follow . Instead, each collapsed on the floor, head s on their paws , watching.
    Lazy things. She could smell what they wanted . H owever , she didn’t plan to waste her first outing pleasing them. They’d have to earn that privilege. The large portal to the enclosed space was closed and she didn’t think her claws could manipulate it like a skin - walker.
    But, they’d left other options.
    Bounding across the room, before they could react, she leapt for a smaller opening, teetered on the ledge, almost fell, but managed to catch herself – u ntil something swatted her rear.
    Leaping, she landed on a branch, claws digging in for purchase. Peeking back, the face of t he