Mikael Jarvela may only be a half shifter, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be alpha of the eastern Finland farm-turned-sanctuary his father founded. Six wolves, a red fox, a black jaguar, and a lynx all think of him as the head of the family. But Mikael doesn’t have anyone to call his own until he comes across an injured Siberian tiger in the woods.<br><br>From the moment the newcomer recovers and Mikael and Maxim meet face to human face, the attraction between them is undeniable. They strike up a tentative relationship, but they’re both proud men, and their egos keep getting in the way.<br><br>Just when it looks like their romance is doomed, an outside threat to the farm family -- to Mikael -- forces Maxim to choose between the life of solitude he knows and the love and companionship that could be his if he stays.

Chuffed

“Please,Maxim…please?”he whined,and the deep,husky chuckle from the tiger was like nothing Mikael had heard from him before.“Top shelf,the little wooden box.”Mikael nodded at the shelves on the wall not far from them.They held a pile of old Donald Duck paperbacks along with a few seashells that were obviously from much farther away than their lake and other little things that made the dressing room look homey but not full of stuff.


Maxim grabbed the wooden box and chuckled again at the contents.


“It’s for communal use.”Mikael grinned a bit.“Even Anton knows it’s here,and I bet he’s told Jude.”


The box was full of little tubes of lube and condoms.They were needed here sometimes,and Mikael knew for a fact that some days,while the kids were napping,Sean and Zoya snuck here for uninterrupted quickies.


Chapter 17