Wolf in Gucci Loafers (Tales of the Harker Pack Book 2)
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Seth stared after them. “Amazing. Completely mind-blowing.” He looked at Lindsey. “Hey, aren’t you going to, uh, shift and run with them? Hell, I’ll bet you can outrun them all.”
“I’d rather stay here with my new husband.”
“Don’t you have to turn into a wolf?”
“No. I’m half human. I feel the energy but not the compulsion.”
“Is that what happened the night you escaped from the kidnappers? Did you shift?”
“Yes. I shifted quickly when no one saw me. Wolf paws don’t fit handcuffs.”
“And later, I felt—fur! You devil, you were shifting.”
Lindsey shrugged. “A little. I was fighting the change.”
Seth wrapped an arm tight around Lindsey and circled his ear with a soft, wet tongue. “Want to go somewhere and do it again?”
“Oh yes.” His smile was so wide it hurt.
“I’ll let you fuck me and bite me and hold me down until I scream. I can’t wait to have that monster wolf cock inside me.”
Lindsey shivered and stared into the golden eyes. A soft growl vibrated in his throat. “You really like it, don’t you? You get off on my wolfiness.”
“Oh yeah. I never thought I’d find a man who could satisfy my love of dominance. I was right.” He chuckled. “I needed a werewolf.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’ve been holding back.” Lindsey laughed.
Seth took his hand and pressed it against the stone-hard cock in his tux. “I can’t wait. I actually made a reservation for us at some cabins up in Maine for our honeymoon. Real remote, where we can make lots of noise. You could probably even shift and run up there.”
Lindsey sighed. “That sounds so wonderful. Can we stop at my house first and tell my family about the wedding?”
“I’d be proud to.”
“I should warn you, they’ll probably want us to have a big ceremony for all their friends.”
“Hell, for you, I’ll get married fifty times.”
Lindsey leaned against Seth’s shoulder. “Honeymoon, huh? So they gave you time off now that you solved all the mysteries?”
“Not all.”
“Oh?”
Seth’s face got serious. “If I live a thousand years, I’ll never solve the mystery that’s you.”
Lindsey smiled and wrapped his hand around Seth’s cheek. “Want to kiss me in the full moonlight—darling?”
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Keep Reading for an Excerpt from Winter’s Wolf
Book Three in Tales of the Harker Pack
Winter Thane was raised on the two cardinal rules of werewolf existence: don’t reveal yourself to humans under penalty of death, and there’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. It’s no surprise when his father drags him from his wild life in remote Canada back to Connecticut to meet his old pack in hopes it will persuade Winter to abandon his love of sex with human males. Of course Dad’s hopes are dashed when they come face-to-face with the gay werewolves in the Harker pack.
Winter takes one look at FBI agent, Matt Partridge, and decides bird is his favorite food. Partridge is embroiled in an investigation into drug dealing and the death of a fellow agent. He can’t let himself get distracted by the young, platinum-haired beast, but then Winter proves invaluable in the search for clues, a move that winds them both up in chains and facing imminent death. Winter quickly learns his father’s motives are questionable, the pack alphas are a bunch of pussies, humans aren’t quite what they seem, and nothing in the forests of Connecticut is pure except love.
Matt’s heart stopped beating. Cliché, Partridge. Watch the clichés. Still, that’s what it felt like. Walking straight toward him, like he was being pulled on a rubber string, strode that huge hunk of gorgeous he’d seen two nights before. The one related to Cole Harker’s husband. The man moved like an animal, gliding and rippling, and the big bulge in the front of his jeans advertised another kind of animal. Big Bird! Shit, the thing had to be at least at half-mast, and it looked huge. Matt wanted to fall down and worship. Control. Deep breath. He’ll probably walk right by.
Sweet Jesus, he stopped right in front of the table.
“Hi. I’m Winter Thane. I saw you here the other night with my, uh, cousin by marriage, Cole Harker.”
Matt swallowed. Try t
o be cool. “Yes, I remember he went to speak with you. I’m Matt Partridge.”
“Yes.”
Matt’s eyes widened. Had Winter asked about him? “Would you, uh, care to join me?”
“Thanks.”
Trying not to stare at the play of muscle in those hard thighs and the large bulge between proved more than he was up to. When he glanced up from his inspection, Winter Thane gazed at him with a small smile. It said Caught ya. Matt cleared his throat. “Uh, I was just about to order a beer. Would you like another?”
“No, I’m good, thanks.” Winter wrapped his beautifully shaped lips around the head of the bottle, seemed to lovingly caress it for a second, and then sucked down a drink.
Holy crap.
Matt waved at the waitress, who hurried over, gazing at Winter most of the time. He ordered a beer, and she rushed off, actually bumping into a patron because she couldn’t stop staring over her shoulder. Who could blame her? Matt chuckled. “You must get that a lot.”
The guy shook that snowflake hair. “No. Where I’m from there aren’t a lot of females.”
“You must enjoy being here.” Matt swallowed.
Winter shrugged. “City guy like you’d be used to it. For me it’s new and pretty weird.”
Matt laughed. “Who’d look at me?”
Winter’s blue eyes flashed up. “Who wouldn’t?”
Matt’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Finally he got his brain and tongue connected. “So, uh, you’re visiting the area?”
Winter’s pale brows pulled together. “My father’s theory is we’re here to stay. I’d say the jury’s out.”
“Not a good experience so far?”
“An old Chinese curse said, ‘May you live in interesting times.’ So far the trip’s been interesting.” Those melted ice eyes raised slowly to Matt. “But it could get better.”
Every resolve Matt had ever made tried to dissolve in that field of blue. Come on, Partridge. You’re investigating these people. The arrival of the waitress felt like a lifeline, and he grabbed the bottle, threw way too much money on the table, and drank down half the contents in one pull.
“Thank you, sir.” She batted her eyes at Winter and left.
Winter pointed at the bottle. “Thirsty?”
“Uh, yes, I guess so.”
“So you’re the law?”
“How’d you know that?”
Winter grinned. “Aside from the haircut that speaks of gray suits and gray cars?”
Matt ducked his head and ran a hand over his carefully barbered light brown hair. “Bad, huh?”
“Nah. It’s cute. Besides, I asked Ben Freedman about you.”
Matt’s heart leaped and stomach sank—the war of suspicion and desire. “Why?”
Again, the long, slow gaze. “I think you’re gorgeous.”
Matt frowned. Suspicion won. “Come on. Don’t give me that shit.”
Winter cocked his head. “You don’t believe me?”
“Of course not. Why would a guy like you think I’m gorgeous?” He drawled the word and narrowed his eyes. “Did you hear somewhere that I’m gay? What the fuck are you playing at?”
Winter smiled slowly. “I hoped you liked men. Or maybe I should say, I hoped you liked me.”
“Who the fuck wouldn’t like you?” He pushed his bottle away. “I should go.”
Winter’s hand clamped on his forearm. Long, slender fingers carved with sinew. “Please don’t. I’m not a very civilized creature, so maybe I don’t know how to say what I feel.”
Matt tried to catch his breath. “And what’s that?”
“That I want to take you out into the trees and fuck you until you scream.”
Every cell in his body froze—except his cock, which expanded like someone was blowing it up through a hose. “Who told you I’m gay?”
“No one. I don’t know if you’re gay. I don’t know if I’m gay. I don’t give a damn. I just know I want to suck you and fuck you until daylight.”
Matt stared into those mesmerizing eyes, and his hands shook. He couldn’t look away. “People don’t say shit like that.”
“People don’t. I do.”