All right, it was official—her date
had stood her up.
Honestly,
it shouldn’t surprise her. Seriously, who took someone on their first date to a
bar?
And
not even a nice bar. Howl
was anything but swanky. With wooden floors that looked like they hadn’t seen
polish—or a broom—in a decade, posters of couples in crude positions all over
the walls, and the stench of sweat, beer, and sex in the smoky air, it looked
like a gigantic version of a man cave.
Speaking
of men, there were entirely too many rough-looking individuals here.
Admittedly, it made her pause when she drove up and discovered there were more
motorcycles than cars parked outside. She loved chrome and fast wheels as much
as the next girl, but all the, er, “decorations”—animal skulls, hides,
etc.—adorning said motorcycles gave her the heebie-jeebies.
She
took another long sip of her beer. What the hell had she been thinking,
agreeing to meet a total stranger at a place like this?
Because
you’ve been lonely since Seth broke up with you and moved away.
Being
the only person left in her high school town, the only one in her old circle of
friends who hadn’t gone to college or gotten married, Danica had started to
feel pretty damn unwanted. That definitely showed in the extra pounds she’d
packed on since the “Epic Breakup.” Since the only people left in the small
town of Moonstruck, Arkansas, were either the young or the old, it was sparse
pickings for friends, and even slimmer prospects for dating. And since her
empty bank account said moving was not an option, she’d turned to online
dating.
“They
worked,” the advertisements said. Countless people on the commercials preached,
“I met my soul mate online, and we got married, like, instantly.”
In
hindsight, she should have known better. If history had taught her anything, it
was “Karma isn’t going to make it easy for you.”
She
smiled wryly. “Karma, fifty, Danica, zero.”
Taking
another swig of her nearly empty beer, she looked around. For the most part,
the men had watched her with curiosity, but they hadn’t come over yet. People
seemed to be keeping their distance, which she found odd. She thought she
looked damn cute in her tight jeggings, black ankle boots, and a black
see-through tunic that showed off her black lace bra. The bra alone should have
at least earned her a “get-to-know-you” beer from somebody. But alas, here she
was, sitting by herself at a bar, waiting for a date that obviously was never
going to come.
Shouting
erupted from across the room as one burly man threw down his pool stick and
shoved another man, nearly spilling beer all over the pool table.
From
the dais near the table, a tall man stood from the shadows, his silhouette
suggesting broad shoulders and a lean torso. The dim lighting revealed dark
jeans, a button-down shirt, and a dinner jacket—not the typical biker bar garb
the other men wore.
He
also wasn’t nearly as stacked as the two guys about to go at it in front of
him, yet they took one look at the man and instantly backed down.
Huh. This place was getting weirder by
the second.
Danica
felt her arms prickle with the sensation of being watched. She looked up to
find the mystery man had stepped into the light—and was looking right at her.
Her
breath caught.
Holy.
Hell.
Okay,
the lighting in here sucked, but she could definitely see a defined jawline, a
straight nose, and light brown hair that had been styled with a bit of gel.
Despite his Adonis looks and more fashionable wardrobe, he didn’t look any less
masculine for it. If anything, it made him look sexier.
Danica
sighed, feeling heat building below her navel.
She
blinked. Wow, this was an all-time record for her. She’d gone from falling head
over heels for a man in a few weeks—i.e. Seth, who’d been a jerk—to lusting for
one at first sight. She blamed the fact she hadn’t had sex in six months.
But
she wasn’t about to bring a man home with her tonight. She didn’t want a
one-night stand. She wanted romance, flowers. She wanted “the fairy tale” as
Julia Roberts had said.
And
something told her she wasn’t going to get that with any of the guys here.
Might as well cut her losses and bail.
She’d
started to take another sip of her beer with the intent to finish it when that
pleasant tingling sensation went up her spine. Unable to stop herself, she
turned around.
The
handsome stranger smiled at her.
And
dammit if she didn’t smile back.
***
Gage’s inner wolf grinned as the
luscious blonde tried covering the smile she’d flashed him. Normally, human
women didn’t do it for him, but this one had a sense of spirit about her that
was incredibly alluring. The fact her top left little to the imagination in
regards to her plump breasts only made him harder.
God,
he was so freaking horny. Ever since the mating heat had taken hold of him at
the beginning of the month, his cock sprang to life at the mere sight of a
little cleavage. It was like going through puberty all over again, a hell he
never wished to relive. The heat had only intensified as the month drew to a
close. In exactly one week, the Blood Moon would rise, sealing him forever with
his mate the first time they made love.
Now,
if only he could find his mate.
His
best friend and bodyguard—as if he needed one—came up beside him. He was also
his brother. The slightly older wolf wasn’t wearing as much metal tonight as he
usually did. His ears were only partially lined with studs, and he’d taken his
tongue piercing out. Ink crawled up the wolf’s massive arms, which he showed
off in a black tank top, despite the chilly autumn weather. Since werewolves
ran hotter than humans, due to their animal nature—and especially during mating
season—they rarely worried about the change of temperature.
His
bodyguard, Nikolas, nodded in the direction of the bar. “You’ve been eyeing
that female since she walked through the door.”
“And?”
Gage raised a brow in challenge.
Nik
shrugged. “And I can’t blame ya. She’s hot for a human. Got soft curves too.
Wouldn’t be like banging one of our she-wolves, all hard muscle and bones.”
Gage’s
cock throbbed with desire at the thought of feeling the woman below him, of his
hands moving over her soft, smooth skin. He’d never been with a human before.
He wasn’t the type to hold back during sex, and the she-wolves were tough by
nature. Humans were fragile. Breakable. He’d feel guilty if he injured a woman
during love-making.
Yet
the thought of making her dizzy with pleasure never left his mind as he watched
the woman down the rest of her beer and snag the bartender to cash out her tab.
Nik
chewed on his lip ring. “So I take it you’ve had no luck with the last
were-princess I brought you, Your Highness?”
Gage
scowled. He knew Nik was aware he hated being called that, which was exactly
why Nik did it. Sometimes, he was as childish as a pup. “I’ve… met with all the
princesses you’ve brought me, but alas, I have yet to mark any of them.” Saying
it aloud like that, voicing the possibility he might lose his pack because of
some stupid law, turned his blood to ice.
He
swallowed past the lump in his throat.
Nik
studied him, then elbowed him lightly. “Think nothing of it. You’ll find your
mate before this month’s Blood Moon sets.”
“I
have to,” Gage muttered darkly. An unmated packmaster was not worthy of calling
himself a King of Wolves. After at last claiming the position of Alpha over
Malachite (a.k.a. “that sadistic son of a bitch”) only this past month, Gage
couldn’t afford to be demoted for the sheer fact he couldn’t find a worthy
female to be his mate. But he didn’t get to choose—the magic in his blood did.
His
attention snapped forward as the woman, casting him one last look, donned her
jacket and purse, then started walking toward the exit. His blue eyes trailed
her, unblinking, his heart speeding up. He took a step forward, and Nik grasped
his arm.
“Best
let that fish return to the sea,” he said. “Your efforts are better spent on
courting other royal she-wolves going through their Fevers, considering the
circumstances.”
“I
know.”
Still,
he found himself leaning toward the woman, wanting to go with her.
What
was the matter with him?
A
dark figure moved within the shadows, detaching itself from the wall and
following the woman out the door.
Gage’s
hackles rose. “Excuse me,” he said, shoving Nik’s hand aside as he stepped off
the dais and toward the door.
Nik
swore then rubbed his temples. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Following
a gut instinct and feeling half-mad for it, Gage continued his deliberate pace
toward the exit, senses wired for danger.
Then he
heard her scream.
