At the King's Pleasure (Epic Fantasy BDSM Romance) (5 page)

I blanched at that bit of news. “I had
no idea.” Things had moved so fast the night before. One minute I’d
been sucking down cold long necks and grinding my way through the
men on the dance floor. The next, guys started throwing punches and
grabbing at me. I had pushed them away and hidden under a table
until the police broke it up.

Tony stabbed the table with his finger.
“It ends. Starting now. You are a wolf, and you’re going to act
like one.”

The hair on the back of my neck
bristled. “You mean, doing what you say when you say it. Like a
puppet.”

“
No, like
the full pack member you are. You put us all in jeopardy with this
behavior. God, can you imagine...what if you had been arrested
and
changed
in jail?” He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair.
“You either start behaving or I’ll run you out of town and the Moon
Bay pack. The biker gang can have you and we won’t even
blink.”

There was a long silence as he let me
digest that.

“
Did you bring a leash?” I
slumped in my chair, my expression sullen. “Or a shock collar?” In
truth, I was scared, but growing up on the streets had taught me to
never show weakness. So I became a smartass instead.

“
Don’t
tempt me, Miranda.” He drained the last of his coffee. “No, I have
something else in mind. Or, rather,
someone
else.”

I looked at him, confused.
“Someone?”

“
I never thought being alpha
would come down to this, but I’ve matched you with someone. A wolf
who actually likes you, but you’re always too busy thumbing your
nose at the pack to notice.”

“
You mated
me?”
Was that even possible? Or
allowed?

Tony nodded. “It’s not forever. Just
for now. Once we get you through this heat, I’ll listen to your
ideas on how to handle it in the future.” He shook a finger at me.
“But hear me when I say the days of you doing whatever you want are
over.”

“
Who’s the wolf?” I asked
curious.

“
Hunter.”

I just blinked. Hunter was
Tony’s second-in-command. Built like a tank and quietly brooding, I
don’t think he’d ever said more than two words to me.
He liked me?
That was
news to me.

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To Bring Her Wolf

A rough werewolf romance.

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Chloe is a wolf with a problem: She
can't change and if her wolf doesn't come soon, pack law demands
she leave the only home she's ever known.

Then temptation comes calling...hot
hunky werewolf, Jackson promises Chloe he'll bring her wolf. He’s
been pining for her from afar and won’t miss a chance to claim
Chloe for his own.

The bad boy alpha will have Chloe
howling before she knows it.

A short erotic paranormal
romance of
approximately 8,000 words in
length. Contains graphic sexual content between consenting
adults.

Excerpt of To Bring Her
Wolf

I raised the wine bottle in a toast.
“Happy twenty fifth birthday to me.” My living room was empty so no
one answered or looked at me funny when I went on to say, “And to
being run out of town.” With a morose frown, I tipped the bottle
back against my lips and let the fruity wine flood my mouth. Using
a glass was an unnecessary formality when drinking
alone.

Taking another slug from the bottle, I
contemplated my immediate future. Tomorrow I would load up a moving
truck and go out to make my life among humans. Even though I wasn’t
one. Technically. But those were the rules and I didn’t belong in
Huntsville. Not anymore.

A knock sounded at my door.

“
Pizza’s here,” I said.
Talking to myself kept me from being lonely. I fumbled with my
purse and extracted the requisite twenty. Flinging my front door
open, I accepted the box from Peter. He was seventeen with a lanky
frame still waiting to fill out. He’d been my pizza guy for at
least a year. “Thanks, Pete.” I offered the money.

He held up his hands. “This
one’s on me, Miss. Stark.” He looked at me with pity. He knew.
Hell, they
all
knew. I was the talk of the town. The only null in four
generations, and the horror that kept the parents of Huntsville up
at night. The frightful aberration they used to make children
behave.

Clean your room or you
won’t change either.

Eat your peas or you’ll be
homeless too.

I blinked and swallowed back the
bitterness. “Thanks.”

“
Good luck, Miss
Stark.”

“
Luck has passed me by,
Pete.” He didn’t know what to say to that and shifted
uncomfortably, staring at his feet. I saved him further discomfort
by slamming the door shut, and retreating into the living room with
the pizza.

I’d taken two bites when there another
knock sounded at the door. I froze, my brow furrowed at the noise.
The knock came again. I finished chewing and went to the door,
irritation creeping up my spine.

I flung the door open a little harder
than I’d intended and it bounced off the wall, forcing me to keep
it from closing with my hand. “What is it, Pete?” My tone was
hostile.

“
Hello Chloe.”

I would never mistake that deep
baritone for an adolescent pizza delivery boy.

My breath caught in my
throat and I looked up, up and
up
to meet the gaze of Jackson Swift. There are bad
boys and there’s badass. Jackson was very much the latter. He’d
moved to Huntsville at the invitation of the pack alpha. I’d given
him wide berth because staying out of pack business was expected of
me and a new wolf was definitely pack business.

We’d worked together for a bit at the
bar. I’d waitressed there ever since I was of age, and, six months
ago, he sweet talked his way into bartending. I’d seen it happen.
My boss, Sheila, had swooned like a flower in a wind storm. She was
putty in his hands.

Whenever we worked the same shift, he’d
watched me like he was hungry and I was raw steak. It weirded me
out, and I avoided him every chance I got. A few times he had even
tried to talk to me, but I had just turned around and gone the
other way, heat burning my cheeks. Soon whatever interest he had in
me cooled and he’d focused his attention on Allison, the bar slut.
She went home with everyone.

For the record, I never went home with
anyone.

Mostly because no one wanted
me.

“
What are you doing here?”
My eyes narrowed and I shifted my weight back, ready to step into
the house and slam the door for a second time that night. Yet
despite my wariness I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him;
handsome as rock star and built like a fireman. He should be on a
stud-of-the-month calendar, not my front porch watching me with
eyes the color of chocolate streaked with caramel.

“
I heard you’re leaving.”
His gaze tracked my every movement, no matter how small. It was
unnerving.

I shrugged. “I’m twenty-five. Cal said
it was time.” The pack alpha had been kind to me. Given me extra
time, but I was a null, a dud, a nothing. The little town of
Huntsville tucked in the rural hills of Appalachia had rules about
people like me. You had to fit in or leave. I didn’t belong and I
never would. I wasn’t a wolf.

“
Where you going?” He
sounded like my answer mattered and the sincerity caught me by
surprise.

“
I don’t know. What do you
care?” I watched him as carefully as he watched me. The hair on the
back of my neck rose. He was trouble. I could smell it even with my
stunted senses.

He lifted his head and sniffed. “You
got pizza in there?”

I nodded, my expression guarded. He
wanted something from me and I didn’t want to get suckered. I was
no flower in a wind storm.

“
I’m starving.”

I stared at him, refusing to give in.
The last thing I needed was to tangle with a wolf like Jackson.
He’d chew me up, spit me out and think nothing of it. After
Allison, there’d been Susan, Polly, Jenny and who knows how many
other girls made their way in and out of his pants. The circus
clown car had nothing Jackson’s love life.

“
You’re not going to invite
me in?” Shock registered on his face. It was possible I was the
first woman in history to tell the man no.

“
I’m not looking for
anything you got.” I crossed my arms, leaning against the door
jamb.

“
Fair enough.” He stepped
closer, crowding me, our bodies almost close enough to touch. His
voice dipped down into a husky whisper that seemed to reach out and
stroke my skin. “What if I could help you?”

I snorted. “Where were you two weeks
ago? I’ve already quit my job, packed my stuff and sold the house.”
Cal had bought it from me so I would have some money to start over
with. I tried not to think about how the house had belonged to my
parents. That just brought back the memory of their deaths. A car
accident had left me alone at the age of eighteen and spared them
the pain of their only child being a waste.

He stepped back and cool air from the
early autumn night rushed in to fill the void. “I’ve been away,
visiting my mom down in Louisiana. She knows something that might
fix you.”

I grit my teeth, nostrils flaring. “Fix
me? What am I? Getting spayed?”

“
She’s my pack’s shaman,
Chloe. I think you should listen to what I have to say.” He managed
to look serious enough that I gave a curt nod and backed away,
allowing him into the house.

He settled on the brown leather couch
my mom had bought when I was still a kid and helped himself to a
slice of pizza. He lifted the wine bottle off the coffee table and
gave me questioning look.

I flopped into the recliner across from
him. It had been my Dad’s seat and it still smelled like his pipe.
“Go ahead. Help yourself.”

“
Thanks,” he mumbled through
a mouth full of food.

I gave him a minute to eat and then
pushed. “Spill it, Jackson.” What Bayou voodoo did he have up his
sleeve?

“
An alpha can bring out your
wolf.” He snagged another piece of pizza and gulped it
down.

I sighed, deflated. “If Cal could’ve
done something, he would have.”

Jackson lifted one shoulder in a shrug.
“He might not be able to. Every pack is different and so are the
alphas.”

“
Well, thanks for nothing.”
I leaned forward to close the pizza box and pulled it closer to my
side of the coffee table. At the rate Jackson was eating, there
wouldn’t be any left for me.

He held up a hand, his gaze focused on
the pizza. “Hold on. Cal might not be able to, but I could.
Maybe.”

I raised my eyebrows and motioned for
him to continue.

“
My pack has a history of
helping nulls and well--” He squared his shoulders and sat a little
straighter. “I’m an alpha.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure you are.” Every
male wolf thought he was an alpha, which was one of the things that
made them so annoying. As much as I’d wanted to belong, being
spared the endless posturing and strutting of a male wolf in lust
was one thing that went in the plus column.

He looked puzzled. “No, I’m really an
alpha. Why do you think Cal asked me to come to
Huntsville?”

Crossing my arms, I said,
“Why
did
he ask you
here? Was he aware that you would leave no woman
untouched?”

Jackson winced. “Come on, that’s not
fair. Listen, you guys don’t have an alpha here. There’s no one to
come up after Cal.”