Love Found [Pack Law 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Pack Law 6
Love Found
Rylan, Tarkyn, and Chevy Friess know that Alyson Redding is their mate as soon as their wolves scent her, but she isn’t interested in a relationship. The independent, feisty woman is determined to keep them at arm's length, but they are resolute to have her in their beds and them in her heart.
Alyson is in hiding and doesn’t want to have a relationship. Her previous job has shown her that men are abusive and not worth her time, but she is drawn to the three Friess brothers and can’t get them out of her head.
Danger follows her to Aztec, New Mexico, and it is a race against time to save her. Will her men be in time to stop the threat plunging toward her, or will they be too late?
Note: There is no sexual relationship between or among siblings.
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves, Western/Cowboys
Length: 41,164 words
LOVE FOUND
Pack Law 6
Becca Van
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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LOVE FOUND
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LOVE FOUND
Pack Law 6
BECCA VAN
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
“Bye, Rylan! Thanks for lunch!”
Rylan Friess lifted his head from his work and managed a smile for Samantha Domain and Talia Friess as they waved from the doorway. He shifted his gaze along the booths, where the two women’s mates were standing around and talking.
Thank goodness.
He knew he ought to be pleased that his pack mates were supporting the club. Samantha’s mates, Roan, Chet, and Justin, had managed the Aztec Club before handing over the reins to Rylan and his brothers. He appreciated that they would come eat here, but watching the mated couples together for the past hour had been surprisingly painful.
“My pleasure,” he said to Samantha. “Where are you off to now?”
“The boys are dropping us off to get our nails done,” Talia answered. “The babies are home with Cindy and Angela, so we’re having a girls’ day. Michelle is treating.”
Rylan smiled as he pictured little Stefan, his Alphas’ and queen’s son, as he had demanded attention from anyone who had been willing to give it as he’d toddled from person to person the previous evening. His big cousins Justin, Roan, and Chet Domain, with their mate and wife, Samantha, had cooed over their three-month-old baby boy, Tristan.
“Tell my queen I said hello,” Rylan answered respectfully.
Her mates having joined her at the door, Talia was on the point of leaving, but she turned and raised an eyebrow at Rylan. “I’m not repeating that ‘my queen’ stuff to her. You know she doesn’t like it.”
Rylan’s brother Tarkyn spoke up from behind him, his tone teasing. “But it befits her royal queenliness.”
Samantha rolled her eyes. “‘Queenliness’ isn’t even a word.”
Rylan watched his brother lean on the bar and grin. He didn’t have it in him to smile and banter right now, but that was never Tarkyn’s problem.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned and found his youngest brother, Chevy, coming up the stairs from the storage room, a case of beer in his hands. As Tarkyn and the two women continued to tease each other, Chevy glanced between them, and then his gaze darted to Rylan. More patient and cautious than Rylan, Chevy looked like he was wondering if Tarkyn ought to be trading jokes with women whose mates were so protective of them.
Chet Domain wrapped his arm around Samantha’s waist. “Let’s go, baby,” he said.
Samantha snuggled into Chet’s touch and happily directed her teasing at him instead. “What, are you going to use your ‘voice’ on me?”
“Maybe I will,” Chet answered with a playful growl. His arm still around her, they went out.
Rylan watched them go, feeling conflicted. He was happy for all those in the pack who had found their mates, but he wanted to share that joy, not watch it from the outside. Lunch today had brought the two sets of Betas, men who were powerful within the pack and happily mated, out with their women. By comparison, Rylan and his brothers might not be eligible for the honor of becoming Betas for years. As for finding their mate, that might never happen at all.
The others filed out as well, the men touching their women with the blend of possessiveness and affection that was the hallmark of a werewolf in love. When the door closed behind the last of them, Rylan let out the breath he’d been holding.
“I appreciate the business,” Chevy said, loading beer into the fridge, “but I kind of wish the Domains would show their approval some other way.”
; Even Tarkyn’s smile had disappeared. “You’re just jealous,” he said, his eyes still locked on the door.
“We all are.” Rylan made himself put his mind to work. “Deliveries here yet?” he asked Chevy.
“Should be any moment.” Chevy closed the fridge door. He glanced at Tarkyn, who still looked moody. “We’ll get our turn eventually.”
Rylan didn’t answer. Not everyone did get a turn at true love. And even if a wolf found his mate, he had to woo her…
“Not soon enough,” Tarkyn complained.
“You just have to be pa…” Chevy stopped. “What’s that smell?”
Rylan inhaled deeply. The sweetest, most delectable scent he’d ever encountered assailed his nostrils. The aroma was wafting through the open door to the storage room and up the stairs.
He glanced at Tarkyn and Chevy, who had frozen and were also sniffing.
“What is…” Tarkyn began only to halt as a low growl rumbled up from his chest.
“Mate!” Rylan practically snarled and headed to the basement stairs. He descended them and strode across the storage room toward the ramp leading down from the open outer doors before he even knew he was going to move. His brothers were right behind him. Glancing around the room quickly and using his wolf’s enhanced eyesight, he was disappointed to find the basement empty. He moved stealthily toward the outside doors then halted in his tracks at the bottom of the ramp, which sloped up to where the delivery trucks parked outside, when the silhouette of a woman was showcased by the sunlight shining from behind her.
“Um, hi, I was just bringing the last of the delivery,” she said as she rolled the hand truck down the sloping concrete ramp and stopped halfway. He was a little frustrated that he couldn’t see all of her. He could make out the color of her hair, but the sun was still making it difficult for him to see. Then he took a step forward as she took another few steps down the ramp. His breath hitched in his throat and his heart stuttered. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he wanted to pick her up, carry her to his truck, and take her back to the pack house and then spend hours buried inside her body. When the muscles in her body tensed with wariness he exhaled and then drew in a deep breath. He wanted to know everything about her. She wheeled the dolly the rest of the way down the ramp, and he stepped aside to give her room. The last thing he wanted to do was crowd her and make her even more skittish.
“Who are you?” Rylan asked.
“Uh, um, my name is Alyson Redding. I’m filling in for Shawn. He’s on vacation.”
“Let me do that for you.” Tarkyn moved in close and took the trolley handle from Alyson and then pushed it down the rest of the way.
“Uh, thanks, but that’s my job.”
“How long have you been working for the delivery company, Alyson?” Tarkyn asked, ignoring her statement.
“Um, two weeks.” She looked from Rylan to Chevy and Tarkyn then back to Rylan.
“I’m being rude.” He moved forward and held his hand out toward her. “I’m Rylan Friess and these are my brothers, Tarkyn and Chevy. We manage the club.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Alyson took his hand. A growl threatened to rumble up from his chest, but Rylan swallowed it down and pushed at his wolf. His skin tingled where their hands connected, and his beast was pushing at him to claim his mate. Alyson’s eyes widened, and she practically snatched her hand back. She must have felt the electricity sparking between them, too. Excitement permeated his body that she had felt the connection he did. Just when he and his brothers had been feeling so down after watching their cousins and pack members with their women their own mate had shown up. The sexual pull toward her was like nothing he’d ever felt before. All the women who had been in his life previously paled to nonexistence in comparison, and he was finding it hard to control his wolf. Her scent was driving him insane and his cock was rapidly filling with blood and his balls were aching.
“Do you live locally, Alyson?” Tarkyn asked as he unloaded the cases of beer.
“I live in Bloomfield.” She walked over to where Tarkyn was just placing another case of beer onto a stack and reached out to pick one up.
“No. Let Tarkyn do it.” Rylan placed a hand on her shoulder.
“But…”
“Why don’t you come upstairs for a drink?” Rylan guided her toward the stairs on the opposite side of the room with a hand to her lower back. He didn’t want her running off now that she had finished delivering their order. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.
“Oh, but…”
“We have coffee,” Chevy said from behind them.
“Coffee sounds good.”
Rylan studied Alyson surreptitiously. Although she was tall for a woman, standing at around five ten, she wasn’t as big as he and his brothers were. Her head only came up to his shoulder, and to him she was just about perfect. He and his brothers were all big men, but the thought of having Alyson up against his body made his half-hard dick engorge so quickly, it jerked painfully against his zipper. She would fit perfectly between him and his brothers without being overwhelmed by their size. All of them were over six and a half feet. He was glad that their mate wasn’t small like some women. When he and his brothers eventually got her into their bed, he wouldn’t have to be afraid of crushing her.
Not only was Alyson tall, she was gorgeous, with her long black hair pulled back into a braid. Even in a braid, her hair reached to the top of her ass. Rylan wanted to release her hair and spread it out. He could almost imagine what it would feel like caressing his naked flesh. Pushing his wayward thoughts aside and his eager animal back down, he entered the door off the bar.
“Have a seat, Alyson. I’ll get that coffee.”
He returned with a tray bearing four coffee mugs as well as cream and sugar. Alyson looked pretty sitting on a stool at the bar. Her skin was pale but clear of any blemishes except for a small mole off to the right side of her mouth. Her lower lip was lusciously full, and the top, although thinner, was perfectly bowed. And her eyes…If he looked too long into those violet pools, he might just lose himself. He’d never seen such beautifully colored irises before, and her eyes were tilted slightly up at the outer corners, almost feline in shape. They were framed by the longest, thickest, darkest eyelashes he’d ever seen. She didn’t wear any makeup or perfume, for which his wolf was grateful. She had on a pair of tight hip-hugging jeans and a tank top. The muscles in her arms bulged slightly, a testament to the heavy lifting she did for her job.
“Thanks.” Alyson accepted the mug of coffee and then sipped appreciatively.
Chevy and Tarkyn had already claimed the stools on either side of her, so Rylan stayed behind the bar and watched her. She brushed a stray hair from her face, the move so feminine he was almost enthralled. Her violet eyes connected with his, and her skin flushed before she quickly looked away.
“How long have you lived in Bloomfield, Alyson?” Chevy asked.
“Uh, not long,” she hedged.
“How long is Shawn on leave for?” Tarkyn sipped his coffee as he watched Alyson intently.
“I’m not sure, but I think he’s on a long vacation.”
Good, Rylan thought. The longer Shawn was away, the more he and his brothers would hopefully see of Alyson.
“Will you be doing all the deliveries here while Shawn is on vacation?” Chevy asked.
Alyson shrugged her shoulders. The movement made her breasts move and drew Rylan’s attention to her chest. He wondered what color her nipples were and if they would be sensitive. She had nice breasts, not too large and not too small. They would fit perfectly into his large hands. Rylan ground his teeth together. He had to get control of his emotions and desires. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Alyson off before they’d had the chance to woo her. Lifting his eyes from her chest, he was thankful to see she was still looking at Chevy and hadn’t noticed his perusal of her body.
“I think so, but I can’t ever be too sure. I deliver where my boss, Jerr
y, tells me to.”
“What made you get into this line of work?” Tarkyn drew Alyson’s gaze.
She didn’t answer immediately, looking from Tarkyn to Chevy. “You guys sure do ask a lot of questions.”
“Back off,” Chevy urged Rylan and Tarkyn telepathically.
“And I thought you two were unloading the delivery,” Alyson added to Tarkyn and Chevy.
“All taken care of,” Tarkyn answered.
“It’s a small town, baby,” Rylan said, hoping to put her at ease. “We’re just being friendly.”
Alyson didn’t look like she was buying it. Shrugging, she answered Tarkyn’s question. “I needed a job and this one was available.”
“What did you do before?” Rylan leaned his hip against the edge of the bar.
Alyson looked wary and uncertain, not meeting his gaze. She studied her mug of coffee and wrapped her hands around the cup. “Oh, I just sort of flittered from job to job. Nothing grand.”
Rylan inhaled deeply. He scented fear and the light fragrance from her soap or bodywash but also the faint tinge of her womanly scent. She met his eyes and caught him watching her. Alyson’s cheeks colored a slight pink hue and as she nervously shifted on the stool, the sweet aroma of her arousal assailed his nostrils. It seemed Alyson felt the sexual attraction as much as he and his brothers did, but he pushed that knowledge aside for now. What concerned him most right at this minute was the essence of her fear. That he didn’t like one little bit.
“Our mate is scared,” Tarkyn said through their private mental link.
“I’m aware. What I’d like to know is what she is afraid of and why she lied about her previous employment,” Rylan said.