Title: Into Their Woods: A Shifter Romance
Author: Beckett Riley
Genre: Erotic Romance (Paranormal/Shifter Short Story)
Release Date: June 1, 2020
Living
in a rickety old cabin in the woods she bought to renovate, beautiful
ex-ballerina Kat knew this was the life she was meant for. If only she
had a map when she got lost during a leisurely walk. The wolf stalking
her isn’t helping matters either.
Brothers
Brodie, Lucas, and Finn are scorching hot, territorial bear shifters
living in seclusion with one thing on their minds; finding a mate.
When
Kat lands on their doorstep after narrowly becoming wolf dinner, the
term “being eaten alive” takes on a whole new meaning as she’s been
mated to all three gorgeous men who want nothing but to fulfill her
every need. Can these shifters contain the raging beasts within? More
importantly, does Kat want them to?
“This short read is smoking hot, full of love and alpha males that take what they want.” -Spunky N Sassy book blog
“A lot of fun and packed a lot of heat.” -Booked Every Night Blog
“Quick and dirty! If you love Insta-love, fated mates, and super hot alpha males who growl, this is the book for you!” -Neshaisabookworm
Brodie
My brothers and I each grabbed a deer carcass from the bed of the pickup truck and walked over to the shack at the side of the cabin. We’d have enough meat to last the whole winter, so today should’ve been a good fucking day, but there was something else eating away at us. “Better get to it, fucker,” I said to Finn with a smirk, dropping a carcass onto the stack for him to dress. “Fuck you,” spat my little brother. By little, I mean youngest of the pack because he was built like a fucking boulder. We all were. I was the oldest and tallest, biggest cock, too, but my brothers would go to their graves before ever admitting it. We’ve lived in the woods our entire lives and for years searched for mates, but to no avail. After last season, our frustration reached fever pitch. Here we were, mate-less thirty-something-year-old bear shifters. The only thing that gets me through the shit show that’s winter is the thought that I’ll find her. The one. My one. She’s all I think about, and even though I’ve never even met her, I love her. I have dreamed of her, though. I’ve never told my brothers because the jokes would never end. But I have. She has dark auburn hair and milky white skin I can almost taste. And don’t get me started on her tits. Jesus fucking Christ. Just thinking about them bouncing while I fuck her makes me hard. I could practically feel my bear trying to claw itself out. When I find her, I’m gonna bury my cock deep inside her tight little pussy and fill her with my seed. There’s something else. In my last dream, she was kneeling over a cracked mirror. She looked so fucking sad as she tried to put the pieces back together—it broke my heart. I woke up the next morning and decided I’d make her the biggest and prettiest fucking mirror I could. I took all the panels I could buy in the nearest town and mounted them along the wall in my room. I’ve been carving the wooden border by hand for months.
My brothers and I each grabbed a deer carcass from the bed of the pickup truck and walked over to the shack at the side of the cabin. We’d have enough meat to last the whole winter, so today should’ve been a good fucking day, but there was something else eating away at us. “Better get to it, fucker,” I said to Finn with a smirk, dropping a carcass onto the stack for him to dress. “Fuck you,” spat my little brother. By little, I mean youngest of the pack because he was built like a fucking boulder. We all were. I was the oldest and tallest, biggest cock, too, but my brothers would go to their graves before ever admitting it. We’ve lived in the woods our entire lives and for years searched for mates, but to no avail. After last season, our frustration reached fever pitch. Here we were, mate-less thirty-something-year-old bear shifters. The only thing that gets me through the shit show that’s winter is the thought that I’ll find her. The one. My one. She’s all I think about, and even though I’ve never even met her, I love her. I have dreamed of her, though. I’ve never told my brothers because the jokes would never end. But I have. She has dark auburn hair and milky white skin I can almost taste. And don’t get me started on her tits. Jesus fucking Christ. Just thinking about them bouncing while I fuck her makes me hard. I could practically feel my bear trying to claw itself out. When I find her, I’m gonna bury my cock deep inside her tight little pussy and fill her with my seed. There’s something else. In my last dream, she was kneeling over a cracked mirror. She looked so fucking sad as she tried to put the pieces back together—it broke my heart. I woke up the next morning and decided I’d make her the biggest and prettiest fucking mirror I could. I took all the panels I could buy in the nearest town and mounted them along the wall in my room. I’ve been carving the wooden border by hand for months.
Beckett loves writing short, erotic stories as much as she loves reading them. Happily ever afters and hot, possessive guys bring tears of joy to her eyes so expect to see alpha males roaming the pages of her raunchy page. Born somewhere in the United States, Beckett now resides somewhere in the United States where she writes erotic stories. Hey, a girl's gotta have some secrets.
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