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  “For your pleasure, we have a creamy artichoke dip with organic vegetables and wheat crackers. Enjoy your appetizer, mes amis.”

  “Thank you,” said Roxie. She eyed the vegetables the same way any carnivore would: with suspicion.

  Monique smiled, and Granted couldn’t help compare her to Roxie. The waitress’s beauty was facilitated by good bone structure and clever make-up. She appeared untouchable—the way a supermodel looked as she strutted on the catwalk. Dressed in a pink corset that was attached to black silk stockings; she wore a matching set of pink panties. Her stilettos were black and shiny. She smelled like jasmine and her smile appeared genuine, if a shade too perfect.

  Roxie was so much more beautiful in comparison. She was real. Raw. Fierce. She wouldn’t break. She could take it all—and give it right back.

  His dick hardened at the very thought of getting the werewolf into bed.

  “I want a steak the size of Rhode Island,” said Roxie. She pushed a carrot into the dip. “This is rabbit food.” She popped the carrot into her mouth. “Dip’s pretty good, though.”

  “I’m pretty sure you’re the perfect girl for me,” said Grant as he put enough dip on a celery stick to hide its vegetable-ness. “And Jack. You fit him well, too. We’re a great match.”

  “Mmm. I should probably say that I’m weirded out by the idea of having two husbands.”

  “But?”

  Roxie shrugged. “But I’m not.”

  Monique returned to clear their plates and deliver their salads. She stacked their appetizer dishes and pushed them to the side. Then she placed two silver forks and chilled bowls filled with crisp Romaine lettuce.

  “Tonight, we serve you Caesar salad with shaved parmesan-reggiano cheese, black olives, red onion slices, and quartered Romano tomatoes.” Her baby blues gazed at him. “Do you find it to your liking, monsieur?”

  “Uh, yeah. Thanks.”

  “And you, mademoiselle?”

  “The salads look gorgeous,” said Roxie. “And so do you.”

  The blonde’s smile widened. “You are most kind.” Then she whisked away the dishes.

  “You really think she was pretty?” he asked. He let his gaze follow the blonde’s twitching buttocks. She had a nice ass. Then he looked at his salad because he felt like an idiot for checking out another woman while sitting next to his mate.

  “You may find this strange, Jack, but women do look at other women. Usually, we do it to figure out how we look in comparison. Is my ass smaller than hers? Do I have bigger boobs?” She pierced the salad with her fork and took a bite.

  He glanced at her. “Is that why you looked at her?”

  “I found her very attractive. She likes to be looked at—and so do I.”

  Grant grinned. “Good. Because I plan to look at you a whole lot.”

  After they finished off their salads, he poured more champagne.

  “Are you a voyeur?” she asked.

  “Everyone’s a voyeur to some extent.”

  She considered his words. “But not everyone is an exhibitionist.”

  “No. But you are.”

  “Yeah.” Roxie nodded. “That’s true.”

  Monique returned to clear off their salad bowls and silverware. Behind her, a tuxedoed waiter placed two steaming dishes of food before them along with steak knives and forks. “Tonight’s feast is filet mignon and lobster tail served with steamed asparagus.”

  They dug into the meal, and Grant had to admit he’d never seen a sexy sight than Roxie enjoying her steak. The way the woman’s lips moved over her fork, the ecstasy revealed as she chewed the meat … damn. She was hot. He wanted to bend her over the table and take her. Hard. Fast. Until they were both sweating and screaming.

  Down, boy.

  Minutes after they finished their meal, Monique reappeared. She once again removed their dishes then set a plate between them filled with three types of cheese.

  “We have Halloumi—which is folded cheese with mint; Stilton, which is handmade in Britain; and Tavor, an Israeli cheese that’s a blend of sheep and goat’s milk.”

  “Looks wonderful,” murmured Jack.

  “How was your dinner?” she asked. Her gaze ping-ponged between him and Roxie.

  “Fabulous,” he said.

  “Definitely,” Roxie agreed.

  The slow beat of drums filtered into the restaurant.

  “Ah,” said the waitress with a coy smile. “The show ... it begins.”

  THE BLUE LIGHTS went out, casting the entire place into darkness. The drumbeats increased as three people—painted in neon purple, pink, and green—emerged from the floor. Black lights shone down on the dancers, highlighting the splashes of color on their bodies.

  The two men spied the lone female and crept forward, as if intending to pounce on her. She twirled away. Every lithe movement and graceful leap was accentuated by the music.

  Roxie watched, riveted by the graceful moves of the lissome dancers.

  Grant’s hand crept into hers and held it tightly.

  They watched the men chase the woman. They would almost catch her, but she would flit away, as illusive and beautiful as a butterfly. The music was frenetic and intense as the dancers ran and jumped, arms reaching, yet never quite touching.

  Grant released her hand and trailed his fingers up her side. Her breath hitched as he dared to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened instantly. His hand dropped away, fingers stroking her ribcage to rest lightly on her hip.

  The light touch of his fingers against her thigh was filled with erotic promise. Her heart skipped a beat and she waited, nearly breathless, to see where else he would touch her.

  She watched the dancers, which increased her excitement. The woman had been caught. One man stood in front of her and the other behind her. Hands stroked neon-speckled flesh.

  Grant ventured under her dress. One finger dipped into her panties, stroking her clit. He leaned close and whispered, “Play with your breasts.”

  Was he seriously going to give her an orgasm in a restaurant full of people?

  With it so dark, no one would be looking. In fact, given the rise of pheromones and the scent of arousal so easily detected by her werewolf senses, others were busy playing their own table games. She cupped her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her distended nipples. Desire skittered through her—an arrow of urgent heat straight into her woman’s core.

  The drumbeat went crazy and the trio of dancers moved in a crazed rhythm. Back and forth, bodies surging and colliding as the music rose higher and higher.

  Grant’s whisper tickled her ear. “I love stroking your clit. I want to make you come.”

  Roxie lungs nearly collapsed. She twisted her nipples as his finger stroked her clit faster and faster.

  The music hit a crescendo…

  …and so did she. The orgasm burst, as sweet and hot as ripe berries picked on a summer day. She was panting heavily, unable to steady her own breathing. Grant removed his hand and her hands drifted away from her breasts.

  The drumbeats faded away. The three people wrapped arms around each other then sank slowly into the floor. The blue lights turned on, chasing away the darkness.

  Grant looked at her, smiling wickedly as he licked her essence off his finger. “You taste better than anything I’ve eaten tonight.”

  Roxie bared her teeth. “Just wait until I’ve had a taste of you.”

  Grant’s cock jumped at the promise in her words. He couldn’t wait to have her.

  Monique arrived with the same tuxedoed waiter who cleared away the cheese plate. From a tray balanced on her hip, Monique placed plates of tiramisu before them. Then she set out two tiny cups of espresso. “Did you enjoy the show?”

  “Oh, yes,” said Roxie.

  “And you, monsieur?”

  “The best show ever.”

  ROXIE FOLLOWED GRANT into his bedroom in the hotel suite. Jack had made himself scarce so that Roxie and Grant could bond.

  Soon. Very soon. Roxie woul
d be their mate—and they would be connected in heart, mind, soul, and body. Roxie couldn’t believe how fortunate she was to be the recipient of all that affection and adoration. It was as though life, after screwing her by putting her into the most barbaric shifter community, was trying to make up for all the physical and psychological loss she’d suffered. Here, life seemed to say, mate with two gorgeous men who will protect and adore you for the rest of your days. Sorry about the whole Blood Pack thing.

  She wasn’t going to reject that gift. She was going to take it and hold on it and cherish it. Forever.

  But now, she had a werewolf to seduce.

  Roxie settled Grant onto the bed. He sat like an obedient puppy, which was cute—as well as deceptive. She had no doubt Grant would leap at the chance to master her. To take her. Tame her. And she wanted him to try.

  Roxie toed off her shoes then wiggled out of her dress. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he caught a glimpse of her red lace thong and its matching lace bra. She stuck her feet back into the heels, offered him a you’re-in-so-much-trouble smile, and then dug into her purse and pulled out her iPod. She scrolled through her music until she found the song she wanted.

  As the opening to Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive” rumbled through the room, Rhiannon took her position, arms up and gaze on Grant. She spun around, sliding her hands down her sides then over her ass.

  She bent over.

  “Sweet Wolf Gods on Mercury.”

  Grant’s strained voice filtered through the hard beat of the music. She grinned. She loved to dance. To show off. She did Yoga every day and had even taken a few “stripper aerobics” classes. Of course, being a healthy “big” girl didn’t mean much in a world filled with skinny humans. Luckily, she was a werewolf, and werewolves didn’t give a damn about human ideas of beauty and sexiness.

  Grant now had a prime view of her buttocks. The thong denied him a complete view of her femininity, but the temptation was there, covered by thin red lace.

  Rolling back up, she wiggled around in a tight circle once, twice, and then stopped, giving him a side view. She drew her hands slowly up her stomach, across her breasts, and then down again to her hips. She turned her ass toward him.

  Once again, she bent over.

  Placing her palms flat on the floor, she braced her arms then brought up her legs. She drifted into a backbend then collapsed to the floor and rolled to her side.

  Now on her stomach, she brought her head and feet up until they nearly met. Then she pressed down again, and pushed up so that her body formed a triangle.

  She popped up to her feet and undulated toward him. She was holding his attention, making him look, but not touch. Yeah, she was making him want her badly while keeping herself just out of reach.

  The song was nearing its end, so she let her fingers drift down between her breasts. She unsnapped the bra’s front clip and cupped her breasts, denying him the pleasure of seeing the material fall away.

  She turned her back to him, dancing, and took off the bra, slinging it to the floor. As the song’s last notes rang out, Roxie faced Grant. Her hands glided from her breasts, down her stomach, and over her hips. She hooked her thumbs in the red panties, drew them down her legs, and then kicked them off.

  For a long moment, Grant just stared at her. She loved how he looked at her, as if she were the last chocolate bar in the candy store. Her heart pounded frenetically.

  “Well,” she prompted.

  Grant answered her question by taking her hand and pulled her onto the bed. His lips captured hers, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, ratcheting up to the heat. She melted into his arms and deepened their contact. He tasted sweet, faintly like the tiramisu they ate after dinner. On his skin, she could smell the light scent of soap and the musky scent of sex.

  Desire and need streaked through her, pooling wet and hot between her thighs. Reaching between them, she stroked his cock through his pants.

  He groaned.

  Rhiannon kissed his jaw, dragging her lips down his neck then back up again. “Clothes,” she managed, though her tongue felt thick, “off.”

  Grant rolled off the bed and discarded his clothes. Before she could blink he was next to her once more, stroking her flesh as he nuzzled at her neck.

  His delicious body called to her. He was broader, taller, more thickly muscled than Jack. Not that Jack was any slouch in the bod department. He was lean, like a runner, and Grant was square, brutish—like a boxer.

  A shiver ran right through her.

  She rolled on top of him, which produced a growl from her alpha.

  But he remained pinned beneath her, allowing her to take what she wanted.

  Oh, yes. He was built. Hard muscle. Soft skin. Look at those abs! Hair lightly furred his pectorals and stomach. With lips and tongue, Roxie worked her way to his pectorals, taking a detour to one coin-sized areola and its tiny, hard peak. She tugged it between her teeth, flicking the tip rapidly. Grant wrapped his hands into her hair as she attacked his other nipple and gave it the same torturous treatment.

  “Oh, babe,” he murmured. “You feel so good.”

  She moved further down his chest, exploring the muscled ridges of his stomach.

  Slipping down further, she knelt between his legs. She grasped his thick, hard shaft, loving the feel of it against her palm. She done the same wonderful things with Jack, and now she got the same with Grant. Soon, she would have them together.

  She was a lucky, lucky girl.

  Cupping his balls, she squeezed lightly as she licked his mushroomed head, sucking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the rim, flicking the tiny bumps on the underside.

  His breathing went ragged and his thighs tensed.

  Roxie’s heart pounded frantically as lust thickened in her belly. She wanted Grant desperately. Her body hummed with need, with heat.

  The musky scent of his sex excited her. She went down on him all the way, sucking his manhood to the base as she fondled his sac.

  The hands once tangled in her hair slipped away. One clutched at the bunched covers—the other retraced the path to her hair, tangled in the long locks. She didn’t mind as he pressed down. The gesture was both plea and command.

  She took him all the way, just like she’d taken Jack. Just like she would take them both. Her lovers. Her mates.

  The next thing she knew Grant had lifted her away from her ardent pleasuring of his cock. She growled, and he growled back. She could see the animal in his face. His eyes had morphed into wolf and his face wavered.

  “On your knees.”

  For a moment, she stared at him, her own wolf scrabbling to get out, to bite and claw, and make him work for it. Make him take her.

  But her human side won that battle.

  She wanted him inside her. So, she chose subservience.

  She got on her hands and knees, parting her legs and lifting her ass in complete compliance to the alpha.

  “Oh, so good,” he said. “So beautiful.”

  His harsh breathing echoed hers as Grant took position behind her.

  His hands coasted up her thighs and over her buttocks. Excitement raced up her spine.

  The ridge of his hard cock pressed against her ass. She bit her lower lip as he gripped her hips and slid his shaft between her thighs. Slowly, too damned slowly, he pierced her slick folds, nudging her entrance.

  She moaned as he fitted the head of his cock inside her. But he didn’t move. She wiggled back, but he kept her that teasing position, which offered both erotic anticipation and aching frustration.

  “What do you want, Roxie?”

  “You.”

  She quivered. Her fingernails curled into covers. Bastard. Sweat beaded between her breasts, and her entire being ached to feel him take her.

  Grant pushed a little further inside her and she whimpered. Her heart pounded and her body writhed in fervid heat. She moaned again, trying to work his cock further inside her.

  He smacked her ass.
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  Yes. “Do it again,” she begged.

  He spanked her again, harder, and then he took her fully—a swiftly fervent penetration that sucked all the breath out of her lungs.

  Frantically, she moved her hips to meet Grant’s every rough plunge.

  He clutched her, fingers digging as he pound into her, and she took it, feeling the sweet rhythm stretch toward ultimate pleasure.

  He gave her another open palm smack.

  “Oh!” The stinging pain reverberated straight toward those tightening strings of orgasm. So close. “Do it again!” she demanded.

  Grant obliged.

  The rough slap sent her straight over the edge. She screamed as pleasure cascaded through her, and those sounds of her ecstasy were met with the fierce growls of her werewolf lover.

  He embedded himself, a guttural roar accompanying the jettison of his seed deep within her.

  Roxie sank into the covers, gulping in air. Her ass throbbed, but she felt really, really good.

  Grant fell beside her, his expression pure satisfaction. He traced her spine with one fingertip. “I can’t wait to do that with you again.”

  “You and Jack,” said Roxie.

  “Yeah.”

  “Have you two shared a woman before?”

  Grant nodded. “Sure. It’s not like we didn’t try dating or finding our mate before now. But there’s no one who fit with us. Not like you. You’re our fiery-hearted woman.”

  She curled onto her side and cupped his face. “This is crazy.”

  “So what?” He kissed the palm of her hand and then grasped her fingers. “How about a shower?”

  “Is that offer open to anyone?” The question came from the door. Jack stood there, grinning like the wolf he was. “Looks like things went well.”

  “Definitely,” said Grant.

  “Good.” Jack’s gaze traced Roxie’s naked body. “Who’s up for getting wet?”

  JACK JOINED GRANT and Roxie under the hot spray of jetted water. Roxie took two small soaps and rubbed them together under the water. As soon as suds appeared, she began soaping Jack and Grant’s chests.