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1 “If he hits her again, I’m going to kill the bastard.” “Why? So she can testify against you and send you back to Folsom? Been there, done that. Look at her. She’s not crying—she’s glaring at him. The guy’s probably her pimp, just making a point. Don’t interfere with business. Finish your beer and let’s get out of here.” AJ Temple threw a couple of five-dollar bills on the scarred surface of the bar and stood up. Miguel Fuentes rose slowly to his feet, his attention still on the couple at the other end of the bar. The beer can he left on the counter resembled a small chunk of crushed and mangled aluminum. AJ seemed to recognize Mik was just about ready to blow, and grabbed his arm to steer him toward the door. Unfortunately, they had to walk right by the muscle-bound jerk hanging on to the fragile-looking waif with the big, sad eyes. The lighting inside the tavern was dim, but it wasn’t dark enough to hide the distinct marks on the girl’s arm where square, meaty fingers kept a tight g
2 She’d had the most amazing dreams. Her mind had spun with confused images of wolves and dark, damp forests and the sense Tala ran on four legs instead of two. A sense of two huge, black wolves chasing her, of the wind blowing through her own thick pelt. Dreams so real she wanted to check her hands to reassure herself they truly were her hands and not broad, nail-tipped paws. Tala knew she should have been frightened, but instead she woke up horny as hell in spite of her aching body. Needy in a way that consumed her. She felt sore vaginal muscles tighten involuntarily and knew there’d be no stemming the rush of fluid, no controlling her swollen labia and needy clit. Damn. What was wrong with her? Women didn’t lust like this, weren’t consumed by carnal needs that drove them like…like exactly what she was. A whore. Nothing but a whore. Suddenly the thick blanket lifted away from her. Straight teeth glinted in the pale glow of street lamps and she cowered back into her nest of sleeping b
3 She hadn’t wanted to get out of the tub, but since she’d far surpassed Mik’s directions to get pruny, Tala figured it was about time. AJ had bought her a toothbrush and some really cheesy clothing at the hotel gift shop. Mik had brought her one of his clean white T-shirts to sleep in, then told her to soak as long as she wanted because he and AJ were going to bed. Tala managed to rub antibiotic on her back and slipped the shirt over her head. She lifted the hem and sniffed the soft fabric. She’d hoped to smell Mik’s wonderful scent, but all she caught was a faint whiff of detergent and bleach. It felt so good to be clean, almost as if she’d washed the past three years out of her life, but Tala knew there was too much filth in her to go away after a single long soak. She carried her wineglass out with her. It appeared AJ had filled it once again, but he was right about it making her feel better. She didn’t hurt nearly as much and instead of feeling scared of Jimmy, she was sleepy and
4 She’d never dreamed they’d end up having sex this morning, but Mik’s kiss had removed thoughts of anything else from her mind. Tala rode astride Mik’s narrow hips and felt his enormous cock all the way to her womb on each downward stroke. His hands cradled her hips, guiding her up and down his full length, and the expression on his face was one of almost mindless arousal. He was absolutely beautiful, his profound desire breathtakingly exquisite. Tala moaned when AJ kissed her shoulder, just above the area that still hurt so badly. For some reason, his tender kiss was a surprise. These men knew what she was, yet they’d treated her with nothing but respect. Tala knew that if she’d asked Mik to stop kissing her, he would have. If she asked him to stop now, he would. There was no way in hell she wanted Mik to stop. Or AJ either, for that matter! She couldn’t remember sex this fulfilling. Hadn’t known tenderness from any man she could recall. Not before these two amazing men. Tala bit her
5 “I told you, she’s not here.” Mik had one hand hooked over the top of the door and leaned insolently against the frame, essentially blocking the view of the interior of the room with his body. His bare back rippled with muscles. The long fall of black hair brushed his butt. He was absolutely beautiful. Powerful, a warrior standing at guard. Protecting Tala. Though his stance appeared totally relaxed and at ease, there was an intimidating sense of menace about him. Tala couldn’t see to whom Mik spoke, but whoever it was hadn’t come alone. She glanced around the edge of the door, realized she couldn’t see AJ, and wondered where the hell he was hiding. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” There was a definite edge of steel in Mik’s voice. Tala saw the muscles in his shoulders bunch, as if he was prepared to attack. There was an ominous sense of foreboding about the scene barely glimpsed through the crack in the partially open bathroom door. The hair along the nape of Tala’s neck fel
6 Tala had been lost in sensation, in a wet world of heat and taste and texture. The thick cock filling her mouth and the salty taste of AJ’s pre-cum, the harsh rasp of Mik’s hairy legs against her sides and shoulders as she knelt in the shower with him standing over her. There’d been the hard porcelain beneath her knees, softened only by a thin rubber mat and the hot needles of water cascading off her back and buttocks. Lost in sensation and loving the feel of AJ’s testicles in the palm of her hand, the wrinkled sac that held them, the smooth, satiny skin over his unbelievably hard cock, the sense of power to think she had two gorgeous men all to herself, two men who wanted her, who cared for her. Then suddenly Mik was sweeping her up, wrapping her into a warm, fluffy towel and carrying her away. It took Tala a moment, so caught up had she been in the act of suckling AJ, to realize all three of them were now ascending the stairs into the sleeping loft. She stared at Mik, at the look o
7 “Has anyone ever done it before? Bonded with two at the same time, instead of a single mate?” Tala’s question was purely conversational, but the tension in the room was enough to make her stomach ache. Mik took a sip of his coffee and shook his head. “Not that I know of. When AJ and I bonded, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. A complete merging of our lives, all our thoughts, our feelings. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when the three of us do it.” AJ laughed. “With Mik and me, when it was over, I had this crazy thought run through my mind, that I was really glad we agreed on politics and religion or we could have had a problem.” Mik snorted, but Tala just sighed. “I don’t have a past. Maybe I can’t bond with anyone.” Mik swept her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry. When you’re ready, everything will happen the way it should.” Damn him! Every time he did that, every time he got all sensitive and understanding, Tala’s eyes filled with te
Epilogue “Hey, Tink. Take a look at this.” Martin “Tinker” McClintock grabbed the sheet of white paper his boss, Lucien Stone, ripped out of the printer. He stared at the brightly colored map and short paragraph printed below. “Lisa Quinn? Bay’s sister?” “Looks like. She’s not in Tampa at all. I found her working at a wildlife center in Colorado, a place that’s sort of a rehab for lost souls and injured animals. Everyone else is on a job, and AJ and Mik won’t be home from the cabin with Mary Ellen or Tala, whatever she calls herself, for at least another week. I thought maybe you’d have the time to see if you can find her.” Tink tried really hard to control the broad smile that split his face. Tried and failed. He tipped a salute to his boss and grinned at the beautiful mulatto woman sitting behind Luc. Tinker’d bet his soul Tia had a part in this assignment, bless her heart. “I’ll do my best. Luc, thank you.” “Good luck, Tink. If she’s out there, we know you’re the one to bring her ho
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To JWR, the best bête 1 The lion seemed to enjoy the attention. Good. This was one client who really could bite her head off if he didn’t like her work. Tanya ran a large-toothed comb once more through the section she had just finished, and clipped it to one side. The beast had a magnificent mane that would be the envy of a rock star. But it took forever to section and comb out. And even though the lion’s trainer, a stocky guy in khakis, was close by, Tanya was careful not to pull or tug on the coarse locks. Closing its golden eyes, the lion allowed the grooming to proceed. She fanned out a handful of hair across her palm, running the comb through it slowly. Money couldn’t buy highlights like this. Overall, the lion’s mane was black, but on close inspection it was streaked with russet and fine threads of pure gold. Tanya had sketched and scanned a few styling ideas before she got to France, including a fantasy braids-and-beads look, and e-mailed them to Jean-Claude, the lion’s owner, t
1 The lion seemed to enjoy the attention. Good. This was one client who really could bite her head off if he didn’t like her work. Tanya ran a large-toothed comb once more through the section she had just finished, and clipped it to one side. The beast had a magnificent mane that would be the envy of a rock star. But it took forever to section and comb out. And even though the lion’s trainer, a stocky guy in khakis, was close by, Tanya was careful not to pull or tug on the coarse locks. Closing its golden eyes, the lion allowed the grooming to proceed. She fanned out a handful of hair across her palm, running the comb through it slowly. Money couldn’t buy highlights like this. Overall, the lion’s mane was black, but on close inspection it was streaked with russet and fine threads of pure gold. Tanya had sketched and scanned a few styling ideas before she got to France, including a fantasy braids-and-beads look, and e-mailed them to Jean-Claude, the lion’s owner, the creative director a
2 “I float in time and so does he. It might be more accurate to say that I am caught in its flow. I have not figured out how to escape.” Tanya felt a chill come over her at the desperate calm she heard in his voice. “What does the lion have to do with it?” “He too is caught. In our youth we gamboled upon the lawns of this chateau. A cub and a child, without a care in the world. He was kept here, in a menagerie that no longer exists. I—I was the son of the duke who built this chateau centuries ago.” “That makes you”—she hesitated—“practically ancient.” She looked him up and down. He was in great shape for a really, really old guy. “Yes.” “I feel like I should curtsey. I mean, your father was a duke and your mother was a duchess—” “She was not,” he said softly. “She was a Bedouin, captured on the ninth crusade by my father.” “Uh-huh.” Tanya tried to remember what she knew about the Crusades. Not much. “You still haven’t explained the lion part.” “Her tribe traveled in caravans. One day h
3 Once the word was spoken, there was no taking it back—because she didn’t want to. When she said yes, she meant yes. One night. Just one night. And she had a feeling it was going to be unforgettable. Tanya followed Jean-Claude, a few steps behind, not because she was feeling submissive, but because she liked to watch men walk. Eloquent as this one could be, his body said more. His long legs strode in a sensual rhythm, with an earthiness that reminded her of how the lion had sauntered from the field, his tail swaying in a lordly way. Jean-Claude’s butt was beautiful and muscular. She could imagine him giving her maximum pleasure with each tightening thrust of his manly ass—how long had it been, anyway? She couldn’t remember much about her lackluster dates in the last year, besides yawning through dull dinners and skipping the routine sex afterwards. The Big Bunny, her vibrator with the clit-stimulating wiggly ears, was a lot more reliable. But Jean-Claude looked like the real thing and
4 Jean-Claude stroked her back, letting her calm down a little before he turned her around halfway, still on his lap but resting against his chest. Tanya pressed her thighs together to stop them from trembling, still excited by the erotic act he had created out of thin air just for her. That hadn’t been on her mind. Was it his hidden desire? Did her masterful lover secretly enjoy being whipped? “No, my darling—ah, forgive me. I promised not to read your thoughts but I picked them up before I could help myself. My client will enjoy this trio. Your uninhibited response is proof enough of that.” Tanya had to wonder where her inhibitions had gone. She didn’t seem to have a single one where he was concerned. “Shall we invent another scene? Theme and variations?” We again. She supposed she could change careers. Explaining to her parents that she was going to (a) move to France to live in a chateau and (b) fall in love with a time traveler and (c) manage an erotic circus would be a challenge.
5 There was more to come in the next few days. With uncanny ease, Jean-Claude moved with her back and forth in time, through the many rooms of his chateau. At his silent command, the servants appeared and whatever need they had—food, drink, baths—was fulfilled. She glimpsed his Other through the centuries, regal and proud wherever he was, but with a look of faint sadness in his eyes. But then the lion didn’t get much in the way of loving, at least not from his own species. Jean-Claude said he had arranged for a lioness to visit now and then, but there were few to be had in France. Right now they were curled up in another bed, idling away the afternoon with conversation. She’d seen the lion that morning, but only for a moment, being groomed by the stocky trainer she’d met the first day. “You know, your brother still looks lonely. Have you ever thought of sending him back to Africa?” Jean-Claude shook his head. “How would he survive? He has grown accustomed to having his meat served on a
1 Shifting to a lower gear, Deanna Lycan took yet another S curve in the endless mountains with more caution than was her wont. Laden with all her worldly belongings, her sporty CR-V was less nimble than usual and she didn’t want to push it. Anyway, there was no rush. No one was expecting her. No one would mind if she got to Hillsboro tomorrow or next week instead of today. She stifled the familiar pang of loneliness the thought evoked. That might change, if her inquiries proved fruitful. She could only hope she wasn’t off on a fool’s quest. Few vehicles shared the winding two-lane highway, allowing her to snatch an occasional glance at the scenery. On one side was steep mountain covered by hardwood and pines, but the other side was a drop-off that plunged to a rushing stream hundreds of feet below. Every few turns revealed another breathtaking vista of blue mountains stretching rank upon rank into the distance, seemingly untouched by the summer heat. The sight of all that open space s
2 Graeme pulled into the clinic’s parking lot the next day, still wondering about the wisdom of what he was about to do. He could tell himself it was only neighborly to help out, but he knew his intentions weren’t that innocent. He could hardly pretend otherwise when the merest thought of her made his cock twitch like a flea-ridden cub. What was it about Deanna Lycan that got to him so quickly? Sure, he’d practically buried his snout in her cleavage, but that didn’t mean he had to mount her the first chance he got! What did he know about the busty brunette besides that she was single, pretty, steady in a crisis, heterosexual—and smelled like his most carnal dreams come to life, especially after she creamed in his arms? Nothing much, except she was headed elsewhere and hadn’t exactly chosen Woodrose as a stopover. But he sure wanted to learn more…like whether her legs would be just as tight wrapped around his hips as they’d been around his thigh. Or if her breasts were really a nice han
3 A hard band suddenly tightening across her waist startled Deanna out of well-earned sleep. Wondering where she was, she lifted her head off a thick hooked rug in front of a cold fireplace. At some point, Graeme had carried her into the cabin. She hadn’t been paying much attention since he’d been inside her at the time, his motions too stimulating to ignore. A warm mouth fastened on her shoulder, nibbling and licking fit to wrest a carnal response from a stone statue—which she certainly wasn’t. Large hands joined in, capturing her breasts with hard palms. Desire stirred inside her, far livelier than she expected. Surely all that pleasure should have lasted her body for months? How could she want him again, and so quickly? Her libido paid no mind to such reasoning. Whatever he had, she definitely wanted—and soon—especially after a strategically placed nip sent fire darting down her spine. Deanna arched her back in encouragement, tilting her hips back and discovering his ready erection.
4 Deanna’s sheath fluttered again, the latest wave from her most recent orgasm wafting her higher. She moaned wordlessly, lost in sublime satisfaction. No matter how many times Graeme pleasured her, she still couldn’t get enough of him. Pip-pip-pip. Pip-pip-pip. Pip-pip-pip. The shrill sound came as a rude shock to the senses. “What’s that?” “Ignore it.” The muttered command came from chest level where Graeme was nuzzling her breasts. The insistent beeping continued, its urgency unabated. Too insistent for her to ignore despite the toe-curling incentive her lover continued to provide. She turned her head, searching the room for the sound’s source. Eventually, she narrowed it down to somewhere under the sofa, then spotted a black watchstrap sticking out. “Yours, I think,” she gasped, around a sudden dart of pleasure that streaked from her nipple to her core. By the merry rumble she got in answer, Deanna wasn’t sure he’d heard her. She grabbed the short bristles of his hair. “Graeme.” Re
5 Deanna shivered as cold wind chilled her bare breasts. She opened her eyes, blinking in confusion at the moonlit bushes that filled her gaze. Where was she? The thin pallet and hard ground under her slowly registered. Oh, right. The picnic area behind the cabin. She’d dreamt… A wolf with Graeme’s arctic blue eyes crouched between her thighs, its muzzle pressed against her pussy. Then it was Graeme lying between her legs, watching her with carnal intent. An arm tightened around her waist, hot and hard and infinitely familiar, pulling her against an equally familiar, well-muscled body. Graeme’s. Oh, God. It hadn’t been a dream. Despite the goose bumps rising on her arms, the sudden realization sent a spurt of hot cream trickling down her thigh. His hand wandered down, sliding between her thighs to probe her wet folds. She caught his wrist, preventing a deeper penetration. The bones beneath her fingers were large and strong—and altogether human. The crisp hairs on his arm were the furth
6 Dazed by the surfeit of sensation still echoing through her body, Deanna blinked. Pale fur dominated her vision. Tawny fur that covered large paws stretched out along both sides of her head. She tried to flex her fingers and saw the paws move. Saw dark claws scratch the bare floor. Felt the claws biting into wood. And didn’t quite feel the wood under her elbows—at least, it wasn’t rough, not the way it had been before. Turning her head to investigate this anomaly, she discovered more fur padding said elbows. Oh. Graeme was right. She was a werewolf. She laid her head back down on the floor, stunned by the development. Intellectually, she’d accepted the possibility of being a werewolf. But, in her heart, she hadn’t expected to receive confirmation this quickly, though Graeme had implied it could happen. Her father really had been a werewolf. Feeling vulnerable lying flat on her belly, Deanna tried to scramble up. But Graeme was still inside her, still stretching her, still impossibly
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