The Alpha's Mate; The Lawyer's Mate; The Doctor's Mate

173 Pages·2014·0.57 MB·English

by  Adrian Eve

Werewolf Mates 1-3

Copyright 2014 Eve Adrian
Published by Eve Adrian
Table of Contents
Title Page
The Alpha's Mate
The Lawyer’s Mate
The Doctor’s Mate
About Eve Adrian
Connect with Eve Adrian
Other Books By Eve Adrian
What’s Next
The Alpha's Mate
Kelly Shaw should have spent more time researching the bar and less time
making sure her notes were perfectly assembled for ease of readability. The
exterior of Cafe Merge did little to suggest the loud interior that didn't look like
any cafe that Kelly had ever seen. The room felt clustered and loud. Dark red
curtains hung from the walls, interspersed only by metal light fixtures which
barely cast illumination worthy of the room. A few tables dotted the corners of
the room, but a massive bar overtook one of the walls and the mainstay of the
room was the dance floor full of writhing bodies of men and women. None of
the brochures had made Boise seem like a place with much nightlife, especially
of the hedonistic variety, so surely this must have been one of the few bars of it's
kind in the city. How on Earth had Kelly managed to choose this one?
The outside was perfectly unassuming. Nestled in an old brick building, Cafe
Merge looked like any other restaurant. No bouncer stood outside the door, no
line waited to enter. Of course, seven o'clock at night was probably a little early
for the main crowd, but no one had even tried to make it seem like the cafe was
anything other than a restaurant. Kelly had ordered her dinner from the limited
menu, already noting the club-like atmosphere, but it wasn't until the bass started
thumping and the lights dimmed to barely perceivable levels that she understood
she was not where she wanted to be.
But the food was okay, so she stayed long enough to eat, besides, being the
new girl in town, she couldn't afford to pay for two meals in a single night. Kelly
didn't plan to end up in Boise, Idaho, but she had always knows she would live
out west. It was not only the call of the beautiful mountains and lakes, the
wilderness that spread on for days and days until civilization was just the faintest
of memories. The west was on of the few places left with wild wolves. Their
reintroduction over the past several years had spurred on her hope of being able
to study them in the field, and already her dreams were coming true.
At twenty-nine she had just finished her PhD at the University of Oregon and
had been selected to do post-doctoral work with an animal research project right
out of Boise. They studied migration patterns and were performing studies to
ascertain whether projects to expand the reintroduction of the wolf into the wild
would be beneficial to modern life. And she would start tomorrow at Silver Sky
Research.
As she prepared to leave, something gave her pause. Kelly looked around,
trying to identify the sight, or the sound, or the smell that froze her in place. Her
eyes had long since adjusted to the dim and she could make out several people
around the room. For a moment she paused at the site of an attractive, tanned
man with dark hair, but dragged her gaze away after a moment. It wasn't him.
Though she could not for the life of her say what it was.
And there he was.
He was everything.
The thoughts crashed into her at the same time and Kelly rocked in her seat
from the shock of the contact. Attraction, heat, lust, the urge to rut and rut until
there was nothing left but the two of them flooded through her and she felt her
nipples harden under the practical fabric of her beige bra.
Who was he?
The man held court beside the bar, perched atop a stool. Each of the men and
women around him kept anyone else a safe distance away. From this distance
Kelly couldn't make out everything about him, but she stalked across the floor,
closer and closer, before she could even contemplate her actions. The man wore
a black leather jacket left open over a gray top and tight, oh so tight, jeans which
trailed down to serviceable shoes. His brown hair hung around his shoulders and
his brown eyes tilted up. He exuded the tightly coiled power of a born leader.
Boldness flowed through her as she surged forward through the throng, not
edging along the dance floor, but cutting directly through it. Before she could
reach the man, he stood from his seat and met Kelly halfway. That handsome,
powerful, dangerous man grabbed hold of Kelly's hand and pulled her close, his
breath whispering in her ear. Breathing her in as he spoke. "I'm Max."
Yes, yes he was. Part of Kelly wanted to bow before him in worship, but
another, stronger part stood straighter as it sought this man. Heat sizzled through
her, settling between her legs, igniting her whole self as she breathed in the scent
of him. She took her free hand and wrapped it around Max's body. "I'm Kelly."
Did they need anything else? As far as Kelly was concerned even the names
were unnecessary. They swayed closely together, their rhythm out of sync with
the fast song blasting through the speakers. But Kelly knew that the music could
not penetrate the world they were creating. She fit her head into the crook of
Max's neck, her hands running down his back.
Without warning, without preamble Max closed his lips on the pulse of
Kelly's throat, his tongue working over the pulse that beat double time. The fire
within Kelly burned hotter and she could feel that wetness between her legs. One
of Max's hands drifted lower, grasping her ass and grinding their hips together.
Kelly lost all awareness of where they stood. She was vaguely aware of a
dozen stumbling steps. And before she knew it she felt her back slammed against
the brick wall in the alley behind the bar. Max pulled back, a smile on his
swollen lips and a strange lightness in his brown eyes.
Max hadn't expected it to hit him like this. He sat at The Merge as he did
most nights, surrounded by pack and listening to the minutiae of their lives.
Andy kept the major problem children away, the pack insulated him from the
normal humans, and he enjoyed free dinner and drinks, the only price being his
advice. And none of them could feel that gnawing sensation that had been eating
away at him for the last year.
Mate, mate, find a mate! It begged, leaving him waking in the night,
sweating, dick hard and on the edge of orgasm. But whatever base urges spurred
him on, he resisted. No mate presented herself and no one in the pack was
interesting enough for him to try to force the mating.
On and on the night went, only feeling longer for that sense that there should
be someone beside him. It had never felt this insistent before and he hoped that
this was not a precursor of the things to come.
Something pricked at the senses of his wolf, sending shivers through him and
raising the hairs on the back of his neck. His people noted his response as each
one of them bristled in sympathy.
And there she was. Mate, mate, find a mate! It sang through him and Max
stood before he could fight the urge. The woman strode towards him, her feet so
sure that even the most involved of dancers fled her path. Her blond hair flowed
behind her, framing her pale skin. Blue eyes pierced him, but instead of holding
him in place those frozen eyes only compelled him to move forward. Though
this woman was clearly human, she moved with the grace of those more in touch
with nature.
Max moved forward to meet her, moving through his pack as if they weren't
there. He grasped the woman's hand and told her his name. The woman, Kelly,
returned the favor, pulling him close. They exchanged breath, grinding closer
and closer together, lust and something like fate surging through them.
Max had never felt like this for anyone before. He wanted to strip this
woman bare, devour her and be devoured, own her and be owned. This woman
could be everything, mate, lover, friend, and all he knew was her name.
It was enough.
Max maneuvered them outside to the semi-private alley behind the bar. He
didn't want to share these first moments with Kelly with anyone else.
He pushed Kelly against the wall, shoving the woman harder than he should
have when playing with a human, but the passion raging through him compelled.
This thing between them made it feel like the night of the full moon, though that
was a week off. But that playful thing, his human wolf, danced underneath his
skin. He pulled back and grinned, knowing his eyes shown with that hint of
inhumanity present in every werewolf. Kelly didn't shrink, she returned his
smile, still saying nothing, only raising a hand the caress Max's cheek.
Max turned his face towards it, savoring the texture of the calloused fingers.
Heat engulfed him, he couldn't wait to feel those fingers on him, around him. He
clutched the nape of Kelly's neck and pulled her forward, capturing her lips in a
harsh kiss.
She tasted sweet, right, and Max could never remember being more turned
on in his life. He licked against Kelly's lips, groaning when she parted and their
tongues tangled. Max felt himself hardening, and with each delicious scrape of
pressure as he and Kelly moved he felt himself catapulted up and up to higher
planes of pleasure.
Max nudged Kelly's legs apart with his knee, letting Kelly ride him as they
continued to kiss. His hand grasped the bottom of Kelly's shirt, hiking it up so
that he could feel her bare skin. Kelly moaned as Max trailed his fingers in light
caresses over her ribs, slowly moving higher and higher until his hand brushed
against her bra.
Kelly pulled back gasping. Her hands worked at Max's shoulders, removing
the jacket and revealing the gray tank top underneath. She ran her hands down
Max's arms, feeling the well defined muscle, kneading at it with each slow
movement. Max shivered.
Max reached behind Kelly's back and unhooked her bra then eased his hands
under the now loose cups. He took one breast in hand, balancing the perfectly
shaped orb in his hand. His thump flicked over Kelly's hard nipple and Kelly
moaned and kissed at his neck. Max did it again, twice in quick succession and
Kelly jumped a little, grinding down hard onto Max's leg.
Max's mouth felt too full, he kissed Kelly's neck, licking at the pulse as it
jumped at his attention. He couldn't get enough of the salty sweet taste of Kelly's
skin and sucked harder and harder. He felt Kelly's hand drift down and undo the
button on his jeans, a hand sneaking lower until one of Kelly's fingers skimmed
over the straining flesh of his erect cock.
With the shock of the contact, Max bit down harder than he wanted and
heard Kelly gasp, though this time from some mix of pleasure-pain. He tasted
the smallest hint of metallic blood and reared back in shock. Already the mark
was an awful reddish/purple, evidence of play gone too far. Kelly collapsed
limply and Max eased her to the ground and backed away.
This was too much, he needed to get out of here.