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Ellora's Cave
April 2011
Danger threatens at every turn in Lonesome Forks. Just for one night, Jayda, Zane and Cole want to put the politics of warring shifters aside and enjoy the carnal pleasures of their mated triad.
Tempted into shifting and lured into the Montana forest by pride leader Zane Brodan, polymorphic shifter Jayda Kynslan can’t resist her cougar mate’s seduction. And when wolf leader Cole Takoda joins the fun, what’s a gal to do but give herself over to her animal urges and enjoy the lustful temptations offered by both her mates.
Not this time, buddy.
Black eyes stared right through her as the hands around her throat tightened their hold. Jayda Kynslan refused to let fear cloud her instincts. Dropping to a low crouch and twisting her torso to the left in one fluid motion, she managed to weaken her attacker's chokehold. Precious gulps of air whistled through her clenched teeth before he regained his grip around her neck, once again stealing her air. Bile rose in her throat and blackness crept along the edges of her vision.
No way in hell was she going down without a fight.
Adrenaline shot through her veins, heating her blood and stoking her fury. Instinct and training took over. Lifting her right arm, she brought it back down across the man's forearm, catching him by surprise and ripping away his grip on her windpipe. A hard knuckle punch to his temple, followed by a ruthless knee to his groin and her attacker went down for the count.
The women sitting on the mat behind her erupted in thunderous applause.
Jayda turned and smiled in satisfaction, amusing them with a sweeping bow.
"And that, ladies, is how you stop a frontal assault." The man behind her jumped to his feet, removing the protective gear around his head and hips. "Jayda executed the defensive moves perfectly." Cole Takoda's arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder, hugging her close. Lonesome Forks' chief of police was a woman's hottest fantasy come to life. His Native American heritage had given him chiseled facial features and the silken black ponytail, but it was Cole's fitness regime that had sculpted the broad shoulders and lean muscle currently pressed against her side.
"Show off," he whispered in Jayda's ear before releasing her and turning those liquid blue eyes and killer smile back to the group. "Okay, now break into pairs and practice the sequence. Switch off being the attacker, and be careful not to hurt each other."
She watched the strong lines of his back ripple and bunch beneath the snug black t-shirt as he grouped the women around the gym mat. The sweat pants hanging from his narrow hips moved like liquid night around his powerful thighs and the taut curve of his ass. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo against her ribs when she thought of those hard planes hot and naked on top of her, and those strong hands skimming over her flesh, making her writhe in ecstasy—not fear.
"Remember, drop, twist, elbow, punch, knee. Keep repeating the mantra as you practice the moves." Cole turned back to her and she flushed that he'd caught her staring at his ass. Wiping a forearm across her brow, she hoped he would attribute her red cheeks to the workout and not her licentious thoughts.