Oracle Adored: Spellbound Shifters: Fates & Visions, #2

By Liza Street and Keira Blackwood

No one knows the future. I'm supposed to, but I'm a rebel at heart, even when it hurts.

My dreams are invaded by a voice, a man who stirs something in me. I don't know if he's real, but seeing him each night feels like a betrayal of my four mates.

Meanwhile, we're trying to find my sister, Wren. But don't blame me if nothing goes according to plan. When my guys give me the go-ahead to seduce a strange shifter in a club to help discover my missing sister's whereabouts, I'm all over it, and all over him. His voice is all too familiar.

He doesn't know me, and he doesn't know about my dreams. Neither do my mates. But the man from my dreams is meant to be mine.

Oracle Adored is the second installment in the Spellbound Shifters: Fates & Visions series.  A portion of it was previously published in the Valentine Between the Sheets anthology, but it has since been expanded into a full story. If you love #whychoose romance, hot shifters, and dangerous magic, you'll love Oracle Adored. Grab your copy today to fall in love with Sparrow and her men!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liza Street
• Release date: Oct 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393659747

Book preview

Chapter 1

Chad Curtis needed to die.

The man had taken my sister, faked her death, and hidden her away from me. All for what? Power? Prestige? So he could look so fucking smug while he told my family she’d died? He probably just wanted an oracle, like everyone else. He wanted to know his future—well, that was no excuse for kidnapping.

He’d played my parents. But I hadn’t trusted him for one second, and I’d been right not to. He’d chosen his fate the moment he’d fucked with Wren. There was no way we could let the bastard live.

Everett steered his big-ass Jeep along the highway toward Dutton. The beautiful mountain of a grizzly shifter never let anyone else drive, which suited me just fine. I enjoyed my designated seat sandwiched in the back between two of the guys. For this leg of the journey, it was Zak and Drake. The two couldn’t have been any less alike. Zak was my easy-going musician, with dark red hair and soulful eyes. He was a calming force for me. For as chill as Zak was, Drake was equally intense. He had jet black hair and tan skin. We challenged each other in the best way. Roman sat shotgun, but that didn’t stop him from leaning into the back seat to touch me occasionally, his playful azure eyes flashing in the rearview. He was a Viking god in looks—spiked blond beard, hot as fuck—with the uncanny ability to turn any gathering into a party.

For the last few minutes, Roman had faced forward, dozing with his head back. His eyes were closed, and he looked completely relaxed. Drake and I watched, bemused, as Zak carefully eased his straw out of the giant soda in his cup holder. I could’ve stopped the mischief, but Roman deserved whatever kind of hijinks the other guys dished out, seeing as how Roman was usually the man starting the hijinks.

A lock of burnt orange hair fell down over Zak’s eyes as he bent forward. He kept the straw low behind the seat, probably trying to keep it out of Roman’s line of sight in the side mirror in case he woke up.

I leaned against Drake, wanting to put more distance between me and whatever Zak planned to do, and then Roman’s retaliation. Drake wrapped a warm, strong arm around my shoulders, pulling me harder against his side. He smelled good, like sandalwood.

Torture. Being trapped in a car with four hot guys for days had been absolute torture. I’d never been much for sitting still, and taking four sexy shifter mates hadn’t changed that one bit. If anything, I was more restless than ever. We couldn’t reach Dutton fast enough. Rescuing Wren was my number one priority. But once we stormed Curtis’s tower, recovered my sister, and ended the threat once and for all, my guys and I could focus on starting our future together, whatever that was going to mean. All I knew for sure was that I hated being trapped in one place. I needed to spread my wings and fly free.

Drake’s jean-clad thigh was solid and hot. I splayed my hand over it and watched, mesmerized, as the bulge in his pants grew. Always so responsive. Flicking my gaze up to his, I gave him a grin.

His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but from the tightness around his mouth, I could tell he was giving me a disapproving look. It was his signature expression, and I loved it.

Sparrow, he said in a warning voice.

The five of us had just had steamy sex in an abandoned campground shower that the guys had coaxed into working. It didn’t seem to matter how recently we’d gotten off together; I was always ready for more.

We’d been slowly making our way to Connecticut, where Chad Curtis’s headquarters were located. We stayed in the woods for the most part, so the guys could exercise the beasts within them, far from curious human eyes. At least this morning we’d been able to shower.

Together.

Remembering the slick heat of Everett’s cock pounding in my pussy had me clenching my thighs together. I sneaked another glance at Drake. His nostrils were flaring, likely scenting my desire. Hiding my grin, I inched my hand higher up his leg.

Goddamn it, fuck, fuck you, you fucking asshole! Roman shouted.

The side of his face was covered in Sprite, and Zak was cackling while dodging Roman’s fists.

Zak, you laugh like an old witch, Everett rumbled. Roman, cut it out unless you want me to wrap my Jeep around a tree.

The moment with Drake was broken, but I knew there’d be more.

I leaned against him and let my eyes close while I listened to the symphony of Roman’s cursing and Zak’s muffled laughter. In minutes, I was asleep.

We’re here. Drake’s low voice in my ear woke me.

I sat up straighter and looked around. We were parked on the deserted floor of a parking garage, facing out so we could see a tall building maybe a hundred yards away.

Curtis Tower, Everett said.

Zak pulled a pair of earbuds from his ears. So we go in, guns blazing, and break shit until he talks to us?

No, that was plan C, Drake said, clearly annoyed that Zak didn’t listen the first time. He’d come up with half the alphabet’s worth of scenarios for the way this was going to go down. I didn’t care if it was A or Z, so long as we walked away with my sister safe, and Chad Curtis dead.

We’re going to scope the place out. I’m going in to say I have an interview, remember? Drake raised a brow and looked past me to Zak. I couldn’t see his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, but his tone was stern.

Roman passed around tiny clear devices, about the shape and size of the tip of my pinky. I flipped the soft plastic over in my palm.

Hey. Everett crossed his arms and glared at Roman. Where did you get those?

They’re comms, right? Roman waggled his brows.

Everett growled. Stay out of my bag.

Roman smiled. Yeah, sure. But they are comms, right?

You know they are. Everett shook his head.

I watched while Zak tucked a comm into his ear beneath his auburn locks, then I did the same with mine.

Zak tapped a couple of buttons on his phone and then said, Hey, Sparrow.

His voice came through in the car, but also through my ear, like a whisper. My nipples tightened at the intimacy of it.

Hey, Zak, I said, my voice huskier than normal.

He grinned. "We could have fun with these later. I could tell you what to do with the others, and watch