Wolf Trinity


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“Readers are in for sensual love scenes that explode off the pages and characters that they will find charming and likeable. I found that Becca Jameson has shared another of the many wonderful stories running through her mind demanding to be told.”–Merry Noelle, Night Owl Reviews


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I love reading Becca Jameson her stories always grab my attention and hold it.  Also Very Hot , keep that A/C on you will need it!!–Julie, Julie’s Book Review

Wolf Trinity released November 18, 2013, with Liquid Silver Books. It re-released November 9, 2015, with EverAfter Romance. Minor edits and revisions were made.


Emma is a wolf-shifter on the run from humans who killed her parents fifteen years ago. When she steps on an old trap in the Tennessee woods, she is truly screwed. Hungry and tired from weeks of running, she assumes she’s going to die.

Liam and Jaden are also wolf-shifters. They’re staying in a cabin in the wilderness for the summer to catalog the plant life in the area. Hoping to spend lazy months enhancing their own relationship and escaping women altogether, they are surprised to find a trapped female wolf on their first day at the cabin. Not only is she injured and mysteriously alone, but they realize she’s their mate.

As Emma recovers from a broken leg, the three find themselves drawing closer and closer together. The pheromones filling the tiny cabin suffocate them with the need to mate.

But Emma has an agenda: run for her life and keep these two male shifters from succumbing to the same fate she is destined for—death. And Liam and Jaden have their own problems. Both are concerned about what will happen to their relationship if they claim the gorgeous female occupying their bed. Will she accept their need to be with each other as well as her? More urgently, can they trust her not to flee at the first opportunity, leaving Liam and Jaden with holes in their hearts?


Emma stared hard at the door to the cabin. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t expecting two sexy men to walk in at any moment. Nor had she ever really removed her gaze from the only entrance. She’d spent the last two days in a state of suspended angst, filled with concern over being found by the men who wanted her dead while, at the same time, wishing the door would open again and fill her vision with the two hunks who’d taken over her dreams—both day and night.

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or anxious each time they came through the door—relieved that it was them and not her killers or anxious that it was them because she knew what they needed from her.

Hell, she needed them too. More than she’d ever dreamed possible. Her pussy ached with desire. Their scents filled the cabin even when they weren’t in it, leaving her bat-shit crazy all day.

She’d even risked rubbing herself to completion several times, praying they didn’t happen to come inside while she was masturbating under the sheet.

Hell, she didn’t have clothes. She didn’t even have panties or a bra. All she’d worn for the entire five days she’d been here had been T-shirts that made her moan with their saturated scent of male wolf, her very own mates whom she was torturing day in and day out while they graciously treated her with the utmost respect.

Without underwear or a bra, it had been too easy to slink down under the covers of her convalescent bed and stroke her clit or pinch her nipples. The relief was always short-lived and did nothing to eliminate the need. In fact, she was growing concerned that each time she got herself off she made the situation worse.

She wanted those two men inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life, including food and water. Even the hunger and thirst she’d felt when they’d found her days ago trapped in the woods didn’t compare to the sexual energy radiating off them in waves and making her unable to concentrate on any single thought save that of being fucked hard and fast and now.

She knew she was on the cusp of giving in, if for no other reason than the fact that she couldn’t stand not having them in her bed, wrapped around her body, sandwiching her between them.

Rationally, her logical self knew she couldn’t have sex with these two men and then leave, but she was past rational. All she could think about was getting laid. She’d worry about the fact that she had to leave soon afterward. Her damn traitorous body didn’t care about later. It only considered now.

When the door opened, she flinched, like she did every time. As usual, Liam and Jaden entered the cabin, filling the small room so there wasn’t enough oxygen for all three of them. It was afternoon. She saw the sun spilling through the open door before Liam shut it with a quiet snick that made her jump.

Emma had never been as on edge in her life as she was now. Even though she’d spent years watching her back, and both sides, she still hadn’t experienced the kind of restlessness as she had since being rescued by tall, dark, and handsome and his blond-haired, blue-eyed sidekick. Both men approached her now with narrowed gazes.

“Emma, we need to talk,” Liam began.

She swallowed and pushed herself to sitting more upright. She even used her ankles to help herself up and knew in an instant her leg was almost healed enough to shift and move on.

Two gazes pierced her, seeming to hold her in place. The men’s expressions were serious. Their usual banter was absent, and she thought they might be even more menacing in this state than their fun-loving selves. At least as far as her sex was concerned.

Jaden broke eye contact first, tipping his head back and scenting the air as though he were in wolf form.

Emma shivered. She squeezed her legs together, imagining he could smell her heightened arousal that had notched up when they both entered the cabin.

“What did you need to talk about?” she muttered, licking her dry lips as they trembled.

They flanked her, which they had a habit of doing every day. Liam sat on one side and Jaden climbed over her to the other. When they did that, she felt tag-teamed. They used her air and left her heaving for breaths, especially when they leaned toward her, crowding her.