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Other Stories in the Shifters and Bikers Series Unwanted Mate Bar Mate Mate By the Music
Also by Rebecca Royce Another Chance Behind the Scenes Driven Embraced Eye Contact I’ll Be Mated for Christmas
A 1Night Stand Story One Night With a Wolf
A 1Night Stand Story
Out of Place Mate The Edge
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“What do you mean you both got married? To women I’ve never met? Did it even occur to you that these women could have targeted you for your wallets?” The man wearing a too-elegant-for-a-bar tuxedo slammed his fist down on the table in front of Stark and Scott Quaid. His brothers. Victoria Bensen took another swig of her dark lager as she sniffed the room one more time. There could be no question—the newcomer in Gunther’s biker bar dressed like he’d just come from the opera—smelled like the third Quaid brother. Only better than the other two combined. His scent suggested he’d spent time in the Middle East, or at least that had been what she’d scented all the time when she’d lived there for a year. His body radiated sandalwood, always her favorite. Her panties got wet as she took more of his essence into her veins. He didn’t look bad either. Taller than the other two by at least several inches, his dark brown hair contrasted with sharp blue eyes. His long face had a five o’clock shadow that stood out against his neat appearance. The facial hair told her he had hidden depths past the boring tux. If he truly behaved like the neat, organized person he portrayed to the world, he’d have taken the time to shave, no matter what. Yvette, recently mated to one of Sean’s brothers, walked up to Victoria, holding her drink tray. She’d be leaving to travel with her new husband shortly, and Gunther had dragged Victoria, kicking and screaming, to take over her job until he could find a permanent replacement for the other woman. This would be their only night working together before Yvette left. “Don’t get too interested in that one. He’s the third brother. Not as openminded as his younger siblings. Stark says he’s a real hard ass and not necessarily shifter-friendly. He doesn’t even ride.” Victoria raised her eyebrows. She didn’t know which part of that story Yvette objected to the most, the fact that he could be an anti-shifter, or that he didn’t ride a motorcycle. As for the hard ass part, Victoria could agree with that part. He did, indeed, possess a tight derriere. She wanted to squeeze it. “Thanks for the warning.” Victoria hadn’t survived as long as she had by taking other people’s judgments
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as her own. More often than not, they saw what they wanted to see. And the third brother of the Quaid family didn’t seem to approve of Yvette, or at least he worried that she’d wanted his brother only for his money. Which could have seriously tainted the other woman’s opinion. The man currently having a fit yelling at his brothers at the end of the bar had bags under his eyes and an unshaven face. He’d traveled all night to get there from somewhere that required he wear a tux. If nothing else, Victoria wanted to know his story. She sauntered over to where the men argued—well, where Stark and Scott were being hollered at as they sat rather silently not answering their raging brother. “Can I get you guys a drink?” She leaned forward, letting them see her cleavage. Stark and Scott were mated, they wouldn’t look. But brother three might take a glance, which would make her very, very happy. “We’re good, Victoria.” Scott smiled, glancing at his brother sideways. “Well, Stark and I are good. Sean here might need a stiff drink to get the stick out of his ass.” Sean pounded his fist on the bar. “I flew all night to get here. We have three projects—three—falling apart at the seams. Hundreds of people depend on our construction projects and commercial development for their employment. Thousands more will in the future when they populate the shops we’re making. I can’t do this all alone. I’m an engineer. You guys have to handle the contracting and design the sites. You two can’t fall off the grid like a couple of teenagers because you felt like marrying two hot pieces of ass.” “Hey!” Stark’s eyes flared red and he threw a punch at Sean, which the other man barely dodged. “You don’t get to talk about my mate that way.” “Your mate? You’re human. Did you forget? I know you always had an obsession with the hot shifters who lived next door to us when we were growing up, but you can’t just fall into bed with the first half-animal ass that is interested in you….” Okay. He’d said enough. Her wolf stayed mostly in check after years of having to learn control, but not everyone in the bar had restraint on their other sides. He needed to shut up. Fast. Victoria grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. “Come with 2
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me.” He turned his attention to her for the first time. “Excuse me?” “Come with me, hot stuff. Before that temper of yours gets you pummeled. Things have changed for your brothers in ways you can’t understand.” She pulled, knowing one way to cool him down. “Look, Miss….” “Don’t talk.” She spoke over him. “Walk. And it’s not Miss, it’s Victoria. Or Tori, if you’re going to be nice to me.” “Where are we going?” She dragged him through the kitchen, into the back room, or what Gunther called ‘the staging area,’ the place where they could change their clothes and clean off before or after work. “I get it. They’re your friends. But those are my brothers and they have responsibilities….” She waved away his words, sniffing the air. “You smell like sandalwood. Why? Did you fly in from the Middle East tonight? I used to live there, and I smelled sandalwood constantly.” Her senses were better than humans, but not as good as some other shifters, thanks to the assault she’d endured in Europe the year before. Her ability to scent aromas dissipated faster than they used to. His eyes narrowed. “Are you also a shifter? Is this whole place filled with shifters?” “Yes and yes.” She took a deep breath of him, pushing her head against his chest and fitting her body to his in order to get a better whiff. In response, his cock jumped visibly in his pants. Interesting. Perhaps Sean Quaid didn’t object to her as much as he acted like he did. “I went to Abu Dhabi a few weeks ago. Can you really smell it on me still?” “I can smell it, but I shouldn’t be able to—not after three weeks. Did you wear this tuxedo there?” “No.” He scratched at his chin. “I only drag this thing out when I really have to.” She felt certain there would be a story behind that statement, but at the moment she didn’t care to hear it. If he hadn’t just arrived from the Middle East 3
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then she couldn’t explain the sandalwood that way. Maybe he always carried a scent of sandalwood, like his own personal calling card. “I guess it must be your own special smell then. I like it.” It felt odd to have to look up to see him instead of glancing down or making automatic eye contact. She’d always been taller than all the other women around. At six feet, she dwarfed the tiny ladies who surrounded her, and most men were uncomfortable with a woman who could look them in the eye. With Sean, however, she had to get on tiptoes to kiss him. She tasted his surprise even as his cock pressed harder against her. He might object verbally, but his body told a very different story. He pulled back, groaning. “I don’t have time to lose my mind.” “So don’t lose it. I never misplace mine.” Except she feared perhaps she had because she might be getting drunk on his scent. “The men who come in here don’t leave the same.” She laughed. “Not true. Only your brothers seem to have caught the mating, but seeing as you don’t much care for shifters, I doubt that’ll be a problem for you.” “Who told you that?” Enough banter. She kissed him hard again, loving the feel of his hands roaming her back. Her purpose in bringing him away from his brothers had been to cool down the out-of-his-element man, but now all she could think about involved heating him up. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she lost control of the situation. Sean didn’t strike her as passive, and he wouldn’t be an easy lover. She didn’t care—her animal wanted to come out and play with him. Only a strong human would be able to handle the beast inside of her when it wanted to take charge. She ran her hands along his tuxedo shirt. “We need to get this jacket off you.” “I want your clothes off first.” He wanted to see her undressed. Victoria gulped back sudden unease. “Let me turn off the lights.” “No.” His fingers traced down her neck to the tips of her exposed chest. “I want to see all of you. I can already feel that you have a smoking hot body.” 4
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Her figure didn’t concern her, but the burn marks and permanent scars that she would never be without revved up her nerves. Shifters understood these things. They’d suffered abuses for so many years they were accustomed to running into the marks on each other. Sean would be repulsed by it. “I promise you a good time. Let me get the lights….” He took her cheeks in his hands, his eyes flaring with annoyance. “When did you get shy? You dragged me back here and got me all worked up. Don’t cool off now.” She hadn’t cooled off. My panties are so wet, when I move, they might slosh. “I’m badly scarred. I got caught once in a place that hated shifters. Long story. They had me locked up for days.” She really didn’t want to bring the memory of that time into the room with them. The less she said the better. “Now, I hear you’re not friendly to shifters, but I don’t think you’re going to scar me. Are you?” “I don’t know where you get the impression that I’m so unfriendly to shifters. I may not be running around holding signs in support, but I would never do anything to harm anyone.” She could smell the honesty of his words. Lies tasted bitter to her and only sweetness filled her senses. “Your brother’s mates think you discriminate.” “I’ll be hard on anyone who fucks with my bottom line. I wouldn’t have cared who my brothers married if they had continued to conduct business responsibly. Why don’t these women care about them doing their jobs?” Nibbling his chin, she asked, “So you’re a pragmatist then, not a hater?” He groaned. “I guess that’s a fair description.” She took a step back so he could look at her. “I did warn you. It’s not pretty. If you let me turn off the light, you’ll have a better time.” “I doubt it.” In two seconds he reached her, scooping her up in his arms. She hadn’t expected him to do that and squealed. Her heart beat hard against her ribs. What did he have planned? He set her down on the table in the middle of the room. “What kind of animal do you become?” “This is a wolf bar. Only werewolves and bikers come in here.” “I used to ride.” He pulled off his tuxedo jacket and threw it behind him on the 5
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floor. The white dress shirt underneath displayed his arm muscles through the thin material. There was a faint outline of color on the top of his arm. Did he have ink? “Why did you stop?” She loved bikers. So much control between their legs, so much concentration. When they got off the machine, they were so hot they wanted to fuck all night. “My ex-wife hated it.” She raised an eyebrow. “Ex-wife?” “Yep.” He kissed her neck where her shoulder met her throat. “I guess you could say she defined the word ‘bitch.’” “We’ll have to get you back on a bike.” He laughed. “I think my riding days might be behind me. But who knows? I really didn’t expect to be getting ready to fuck a really hot shifter on a table in a bar today either. I’m supposed to be back in my bed after standing all night at an art gala opening.” Victoria pulled her shirt over her head. Sean didn’t fit in at Gunther’s, which suited her fine since her scars made it impossible for her to really belong anywhere. Sean stared down at Victoria. Her shirt swished past his ear on its way to the floor to join his discarded tuxedo jacket. Her black bra held up breasts that looked like they would be more than a handful when they were loose from their restraints. His eyes trailed down to her stomach and he wanted to kill someone. Someone tortured this woman. She would wear the results of it on her skin for the rest of her life and always want the lights off when she had sex with someone new. He didn’t like the thought of her being with anyone else, and he shoved that thought away. Bending over, he pushed her until she lay flat on the table. He traced her stomach with his hands, loving the feel of her feminine curves then replaced his fingers with his mouth. She sucked in a breath. “You don’t have to do that.” 6
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“I do.” Because he did, like he had to have his heart beat. She ran her hands through his hair, her brown eyes suddenly vulnerable. “I didn’t think you were a gentle person.” “It’s up to me to keep my brothers in line, to keep the family business going, to make everything fit together, to make it work. That doesn’t afford a lot of time for gentleness and vulnerability. That doesn’t mean I’m not capable of it, when I can be. Something about you calls to me, makes me want to see to your needs.” His eyes twinkled. “Sexually, at least.” Her brown hair hung down over her shoulder, and he pushed it away to undo her bra. “I thought I brought you back here to calm you down and now you’re the one taking care of me.” “Tell you what—we can keep that secret between us. It works for me to have my brothers think I’m a hard ass. Otherwise they get nothing done.” He took one of her pink nipples into his mouth, and she grabbed onto the back of his neck, digging her fingers into his skin. He hissed. Damn. He’d never had sex with a shifter before. Victoria radiated heat in every cell of her body. This could become addictive in the best possible way. “More. Oh, yes.” He smiled as he played with her breasts. She liked it and she responded. The women he fucked usually had airs they put on even during sex, but not Victoria. If she liked something, she clearly let her partner know. What a relief. She grabbed his shirt, pulling at the buttons before finally cutting through the fabric with her fingernail. He looked down at the tear. Holy shit. “Too much?” His cock hardened to the point of pain in his pants. “No.” He whipped the shirt off his chest and climbed on top of her on the table. It would be just his luck if the dining area gave out beneath his weight, crashing them back down to the floor. So far, it seemed to take their assault well. “A pirate skull?” She pointed to his tattoo. “Big time mistake I made when I was drunk in Cancun. Don’t ask.” Victoria reached between them, stroking his throbbing cock through his pants. 7
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“Maybe I can make you tell me.” “Don’t do that. I’ll come like a teenager if you do.” The woman had the audacity to giggle, and he wanted her clothes off her immediately. “Roll over.” It pleased him that she obeyed without question, which made some pre-cum eject from his cock. Hell, this might be the time he embarrassed himself. He’d never come too fast before, not even as a teenager. But Victoria and her smooth, hot body coupled with sweet, timid eyes would be his undoing. He tugged her pants down. Beneath them, she wore a pink thong that showed off her firm ass. His balls tightened. If they had time later, he’d stick his cock in there until she shouted with pleasure. For now, he wanted to be in her sweet pussy. He desired it more than he’d ever wished for anything. Unzipping his pants, he had them off and on the floor in seconds. He settled back over her, all set to finally get what his body needed: her tight muscles throbbing around him. “Shit.” Looking over her shoulder, she bit her lip. “What?” “Condom. Don’t have one.” She pointed at one of the lockers in front of her. “There.” “Thank you.” He ran toward where she’d pointed, stopping only to lock the door of the room. In seconds that felt like hours, he returned to her, repositioning himself after he shoved the condom onto his aching penis. In one hard thrust, he pushed into her. Victoria cried out, her body shuddering beneath him at his invasion. She was hot and wet. He groaned. How could one woman undo everything he thought he knew about fucking all at once? Pleasure surged through his veins, but something else accompanied the sensation. His eyes traveled down to the smooth skin on her back. The sweet smoothness had been marred by lines that some bigoted lunatic had placed there. He pulled out then thrust inside of her again. She called out his name and he kissed one of the marks on her back. Beneath him, she shuddered. If the pleasure his body could give hers would make it all go away, he’d gladly do whatever it took. 8
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He squeezed her ass hard, pulling her back to him as he thrust in and out of her body. Time left the room. Only Victoria existed. Her pussy throbbed around him, her muscles milking him, daring him to take her over the edge. Sean had never had a dare he didn’t want to win. He pushed hard, compelling her to give everything she had to him. She called his name, gripping the table in front of her with her hands. She dug her fingers into the surface, butchering it beneath her hands. “Oh, Sean. I don’t know if I can. It’s too much.” He knew what she meant. To let go to pleasure in such a moment meant that she’d release part of her spirit she kept hidden from the world. He understood her feelings, he had them himself. How could she keep her soul protected if she let herself explode around another person? But he wouldn’t accept less than everything from her. “Come for me, beautiful wolf. Wrap your pussy around me. I need it.” He didn’t usually have to ask his bed partners to orgasm. Most of the rich, pampered women who came to his bed could orgasm as easily as they got their nails done, as if letting part of their souls go could be akin to an ordinary experience. Sean supposed that for them there wasn’t much of a difference. He certainly hadn’t worried about it from his end. But with Victoria? Something felt stronger, more important…. “Tell me to.” He plunged, his cock dying for release. “What?” “Tell me to. Make me come.” Gladly. “Tori, come for me. Let go, baby.” Like his ordering her made it happen, she exploded. In that moment, he belonged to her. Her orgasm made him hotter than he’d ever been and stole part of his soul at the same time. She screamed his name and a second later, he yelled hers, not caring who heard him. Before she collapsed on the table, he grabbed her, pulling her against his chest. He rolled until he took the brunt of their mutual lack of muscle control, with her on top of him. Breathing hard, he ran his fingers over her body pausing only 9
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to massage where he felt like it and stroke her when the mood compelled him. “I, um….” He raised an eyebrow at her lack of words. “What? You, um, what?” He’d never been so fulfilled before…and so unfulfilled at the same time. He didn’t know exactly why he had a hole in his heart that needed to be sewn shut. “I have something I must do.” Her voice had lowered an octave. “By all means.” She pulled out of his arms, climbing on top of him until she straddled his body. He ran a hand down her neck. “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever known, but I don’t think I can get hard again quite yet.” She leaned over him. “It’s not sex I need.” Her teeth sank into his neck and he moaned, that empty space finally being filled. She had mated him. Yes. He closed his eyes. It had been what he needed. He’d belonged to her. His body had known it before his mind. After a few moments, she let go. Her voice, when she spoke, sounded remorseful. “I’m sorry. You’re mine. I couldn’t have stopped that if I wanted to and I didn’t want to.” He opened his lids. “Then why are you sorry?” “Because you might not have wanted to be mated to me.” He wouldn’t have volunteered for it, not if she’d given him the choice. His first marriage—and he knew enough to know that mating meant marriage—had been a disaster. He’d never thought to do it again. But, his cock jumped at the thought of fucking Victoria for the rest of his life. She’d be spunky and interesting. Plus, after having just had her, he couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else touching her. Ever. “Honey. You belong to me. I’m glad your animal knew it. Because otherwise I might have had a hard time dragging you to all the job sites I have to go to all over the world.” “We’re going to travel?” He sat up pulling her back down on top of him. “Home is not one place for me. From now on it’s wherever you are.” “We’ll never be alone as long as we’re together, is that the general idea?” He smiled, nipping at her fingertip. “You catch on fast.” 10
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~ As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it. Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months. She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books. In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
You can visit Rebecca at: www.rebeccaroyce.com
I’ll Be Mated for Christmas
A 1 Night Stand Story Bethany Johnson grew up one of the only humans in a pack of werewolves. She didn’t have an easy time and her self-confidence was almost non-existent. Finally, after some serious psychotherapy and the help of weight-loss surgery, she is feeling like the Bethany she has always wanted to be. But now she has to say goodbye to the werewolves in her life. Out with the old and in with the new this year… Luke Denarius is the new Alpha of the Delta pack. He’s never met Bethany but the second he scents her he knows she is his. No way is she going off to Italy for adventure and hot sex with other men. With the help of Madame Eve these two will find that a mating is in the works for Christmas.
Behind the Scenes Kyra Soloman has been a successful actress in Hollywood since she was fifteen years old. Now, about to turn thirty, she's had enough of the scene. She wants to move to New York City and rediscover her love of acting. Brent Hallow is the new 'it' guy in town. He's recently starred as a vampire in a teenage angst movie. He's also twenty-four years old, and the fact that Kyra is attracted to him makes her feel very old. But one hot night at a Hollywood house party will show them both they share more than the love of acting…and the real desire for rough sex as well.