Feral Shifter Unstoppable (Nasty Rabid Beasts #2) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nasty Rabid Beasts Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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It’s not long before I’m cumming all over it. I can’t help but make noise, so Noah covers my mouth with his big strong hand.

That just turns me on even more.

My man thrusts all the way inside me and releases his hot load deep in my pussy. I moan against his palm as I feel the warmth spreading through me. I love how he fills me up. I love everything about him.

We fix ourselves back up, head on out, and rejoin the party as if nothing happened. As if I don’t have my man’s warm seed still circulating through me.

It’s our little secret.

The rest of the wedding is a blast. It’s probably the best night of my life. Dancing, drinking, and sneaking off a few more times with my mate—it’s perfect.

Dawn and Corey have the wedding of their dreams and I have the man of mine.

Everything feels right in the world.

Everything feels heavenly.

With Noah by my side, it always will.

EPILOGUE

Layla

Nine years later…

“Stop it!” I shout in a panic as I look up at the rocky cliff. “Get down here this instant!”

My oldest, nine-year-old Micah, is looking down at me like I’m a crazy lady. “What?”

“Get down here!” I say as I feel my blood pressure spiking. “You’re supposed to use ropes and harnesses and safety measures!”

The crazy kid is about twenty feet up the rocky cliff free soloing! And it’s his first time rock climbing. I can’t even look!

I decided to take my family—Noah and our three kids—rock climbing and before I even got the equipment out of the trunk, these crazy little cubs are halfway up the freaking mountain! This is not how I was expecting this to go at all, but really, what did I expect? These shifter kids have zero fear.

“This is not how you rock climb!” I shout as I grab my four-year-old off the cliff and put her on the ground. My middle child, Andrew, is halfway up to his brother and I can’t reach him.

“This is not how you rock climb,” Micah says. “We have shifter healing. It’s okay, Mom.”

I look at Noah for help, but he just shrugs those big shoulders. “He’s got a point. They can handle a fall from up there.”

I huff out a breath and shake my head, muttering to myself as I strap on my harness.

There’s a learning curve to being mates with a shifter and I’ve finally gotten used to it. But raising three shifters is a whole other ballgame. Every day, there’s something.

I can’t even look as our youngest, Beth, starts to free solo up the cliff. Noah stays under her and I know that if one of them falls, he’s going to catch them, but it’s still hard to watch. I’m from the human world and in the human world, we use ropes and climbing shoes and slings and helmets. Andrew is barefoot for god’s sake.

I sneak a peek against my better judgment and my stomach sinks when I see how high Micah is. He’s almost at the top. It would have taken me about two hours to climb that distance and he shimmied up in the time it took me to put on my harness.

A part of me is proud and another part of me is annoyed that they’re already better than me on their first attempt meanwhile I’ve been doing this for three decades now.

I take a deep breath and decide to just go with it. That’s my new motto—go with the flow.

My amazing family of shifters is capable of doing all sorts of things that I’m not, so I just have to join in by doing what I can.

Noah comes over as I strap on my helmet. “Are you okay?”

I sigh. “Yeah, I’m okay. Not what I had in mind, though.”

“Is it ever?” He smiles that warm smile that I adore so much. It instantly makes me feel better.

He turned forty-two this year and is starting to get some wrinkles and gray hair. I love it. He looks sexier every year as far as I’m concerned.

“Come,” he says as he starts climbing slowly with me. “I’ll go at your pace.”

My competitive nature fires up as I grin at him. “You couldn’t keep up with my pace.”

He laughs and smiles at me. “Oh, it’s on.”

I grab the rock and start climbing as fast as I can. “Try to keep up.”


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