Kean Phelan, alpha male, expected a night of fun and fornication for himself and the males of his pack. A full moon brings out the animal for a night of rutting, which is why he’s invited escorts to entertain.
What happens when Kean realizes Callie isn’t one of his escorts…but his mate? Can he protect her, fight for her, and ultimately claim her once the pack discovers an outsider amongst them?
Will Callie accept Kean and take her place as his mate?
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“Who are you? What are you?”
Kean handed her the dress. “You were the one who said you wanted the animal.” He growled and stepped closer.
“I didn’t realize that meant you were going to get hairy, growl, and bite!”
The growling and hair wasn’t really a problem. Did she really just think that? Of course it was a problem! A major fucking problem. Okay the fucking wasn’t a problem. The fucking happened to be incredible. Oh God, she’d lost her mind. She did want the animal. He certainly wasn’t human anymore. However, she didn’t trust him. He’d bitten her already. What would he do next? Chew off a leg? “Stay away from me.” When she’d hoped he’d want to eat her, she hadn’t meant literally.
“I’m a werewolf. What did you think I’d look like? I didn’t fully shift, Callie. That will happen when we join in the sacred bonding.”
“We’ve done all the bonding we’re going to and there was nothing sacred about it.” Although during her orgasm she could’ve sworn she’d seen the light. That was right before he bit her.
“The wolf inside hungers for his mate…I hunger for you.”
Callie stared. She could see him more clearly now. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to detect a weakness in his position. Kean blocked the exit, but there were still places she could maneuver to further move away from him. However, her body hummed in a frequency tuned to his. Thoughts, not her own, drifted through her mind. It seemed reasonable to assume he too felt the link between them. What she didn’t know was if he was a man— or beast.
Fear squeezed at her chest like a vise. She fumbled with the dress, pulled it over her head, and shimmied it down her body. Her hands shook. The after effects of her orgasm still tingled between her legs. The rest of her trembled with uncertainty.
Yellow eyes narrowed.
“Please don’t be afraid of me. I’m a man with a few special traits.”
She put her hand on her shoulder over the bite. “You’re covered with hair and you bit me!” Although she had to admit his tender licks and taken the pain away. However, she had no doubt he’d left a mark. His mark. Her skin puckered and swelled around the puncture wounds.
He took a step toward her.
Callie shrank against the wall. “I said stay away from me.” Her voice quavered, and her eyes darted around the room looking for escape.
Kean closed his eyes and inhaled though his nose and exhaled through his mouth. She could feel his calmness seeping into her, quieting the storm of adrenaline raging within. Just like before, she was unable to resist the soothing wash and embraced the comforting warmth. Her heart rate slowed, and her breathing mellowed. “What are you doing to me?” She heard his whispers inside her head.
His eyes opened. “You are my mate. Under Lycan law—“
Calmer now, she said, “No, we mated as in had sex.”
“You agreed. Lycan law—“
“Lycan law? What in the hell is Lycan law? I don’t care about Lycan law.” She stuffed her panties into her purse. “Under the laws of the socially accepted behavior of all cultures, you can’t bite people and expect them not to be pissed!“ She narrowed her eyes. “I could press charges, you know.” Yes, she was feeling much calmer. Rational thoughts overrode the wayward yearnings of a few minute before. Well, most of them. She was dressed and had her panties so she could leave and put this whole surreal event behind her.
“Callie, I knew who you were when you walked in tonight.”
“No you didn’t. Or we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You thought I was Cindy Jones, escort.”
“You’re right. But regardless of your name or your profession, I knew you were my mate.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You can imagine my relief to know you aren’t a paid participant.”
“Forgive me if relief isn’t what I feel.” Sex with a total stranger who morphed into a wild, sexual beast left her wanting again. And that was not going to happen. Her vibrator would just have to do. “I don’t know you. This is a one-night stand,” she shrieked.
“By coming here, you gave me no choice. I’ve claimed you for my pack to see.”
She stopped fumbling with her purse and stared at him. What had he said? It didn’t matter, she wasn’t sticking around to find out. Coming out to the cougar club for a night of fun and fornication had been a lark. She’d wanted to have a good time, not find herself with some werewolf that probably just gave her rabies. Lycan law, give her a break. Sex with Kean went far beyond her wildest fantasies. Truthfully, she’d never had rough sex, hadn’t really understood what it implied. Fine, so the rough part felt pretty good until it hurt. No, what she needed to do was get the hell out of the club.
Kean sniffed the air. “You can’t leave.”
“Why not?” She inched around the crates, making her way to the light under the door.
“Because I’m not the only one who can smell your fear.”
Smell her fear? She paused.
“Callie, you need to stay in here…with me. I can explain and then hopefully, you’ll accept me.”
“Not on your life.”
He took a step closer. “No, not my life, it would be yours.”
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