by Vivian Arend
She sighed and tried to distract herself with the man candy again. “So. When you and Erik take off on your honeymoon, do I get to sample the locals?”
Maggie’s laugh tickled her ears and then everything was okay again. “You’re such a flirt. Go easy on them, heartbreaker. Hey, I need a few minutes alone. Why don’t you go explore? Come back in about twenty and I’ll be ready to roll.”
Pam kissed her cheek. “If you’re sure you’re sure.”
“God, go on. I’m a big girl now.” They grinned at each other with the familiarity of long-time friends before Pam scooted downstairs. She peeked into the bustling kitchen before wandering out into the yard.
“Hey, can I get you a drink?”
“Are you hungry?”
Suddenly surrounded by tall men in formal suits, her mouth watered. Another voice lifted over the others and a light touch landed on her shoulder.
“Here. For you.” A Gerard Butler look-alike offered her a glass of white wine. She shook her head. Did they think she just fell off the turnip truck? She didn’t take drinks from strange men, even drool-worthy ones.
“You’re Maggie’s friend, right?”
“Would you like to go for a walk for a few minutes? I can show you around the yard.”
One of them offered his elbow and she batted her lashes as she took it. Why not? She had time before Maggie wanted her back. A couple of children raced past their feet and Pam smiled as she watched the happy chaos filling the festively decorated yard. “Nice crowd for the wedding. Do all you boys live around here?”
It had been awhile since she’d had such tasty company, let alone this many good-looking guys. While the attention was diverting, she wasn’t in the market for a relationship while she was in the North. Nope. She’d do the “support my friend” thing with Maggie, take off for a little sightseeing, then it was back to civilization all the way. And beautiful men like these—well, a one-night stand would be fun, but the bridesmaid getting it on at the wedding was a cliché she really wanted to avoid in this lifetime.
Maggie’s fiancé strode over, towering above the other men.
Pam chuckled. While he’d turned out to be one of the good guys, she’d still kick his butt if he needed it, no matter how big he was. No one messed with her friends, and Maggie was her oldest friend. BFF and all that shit.
“You doing okay? The boys treating you right?” Erik glanced around, his expression stern, and the fawning crew raced away like they’d been shot out of a cannon.
Pam stared at their retreating backs with growing suspicion. No way. If he’d put them up to it…
“I guess that’s the question, isn’t it?” She narrowed her eyes. “I was getting the royal treatment. That your doing?”
Erik held up his hands, palms out. “Trust me. I don’t feel like having you tear a strip off me. If they’re hanging around, it’s because you’re interesting. Just don’t break too many hearts, okay? I’d hate to have to listen to sucky love songs during karaoke night for months after you leave.”
Pam laughed. “Okay, you’re safe. I believe you.” She shook her head as she glanced up and down his length. “What the hell do you guys eat up here? Is there like a fountain of hugeness or something? I’ve counted at least two dozen men over six-three in height.”
He grinned. “It’s the water. Seriously good. Hey, Maggie says she needs you one last time, but I was hoping to introduce you to my best man first.” He glanced around. “Only he seems to have disappeared.”
Pam waved a hand. “I’ll meet him when we do the little walk-thing around the yard. Maggie explained the procedure, and I’m cool with the ceremony. I’d better run and see what she wants. Just in case she’s getting cold feet and wants me to call the whole thing off on her behalf.”
She hid her amusement as his smile drained away. “You don’t think she would? But…”
It had taken years to perfect the fake concerned expression she wore as she nodded sympathetically at him. “I’m sure it will be fine, but I’d better go settle her down. You stay here and try not to worry.” She patted him on the arm and went back upstairs, snickering evilly.
Maggie met her at the top of the landing. Pam tried to wipe her face clean of her grin, but they’d been best friends for too long.
“Who are you tormenting now? Pam, you promised not to freak people out with your weird sense of humour.”
Someone stepped to the side of Maggie. Pam turned to face the young man and stopped dead.
My oh my.
She flushed at the expression in his eyes. The last time a guy had stared at her like that, the two of them had been naked, in the middle of a heated sexual exchange. He stripped her with his gaze and rather than feel indignant, her own interest rose. Of course, he was too young for her, but still…
Hot damn, he was hot. Darkish skin, black hair. Eyes so black the pupils and irises bled together. That must be it—his pupils—it only looked like he was one step away from ravishing her.
“Pam, I’d like you to meet TJ. He’s a good friend and works with Erik as a wilderness guide. He’s going to be our best man.”
TJ held out his hand, stepping closer, and she forced herself to resist backing away.
She grasped his fingers, intending to give him a firm business-like handshake when he flipped her palm down and raised her hand to his mouth. “My pleasure. Really.”
He leaned forward and kissed her knuckles.
An icy chill slipped up her spine, and oh my word, her body grew instantly wet. Damn! Did he just lick her skin?
She knew she was staring, but there seemed to be no way to tear her gaze from his. Even after he straightened, he refused to let her fingers drop and she stood there like some freaking garden gnome statue with her hand limp-wristed in his, hoping by some weird circumstance they’d magically turn out to be standing alone in a bedroom with a mattress on the firm side bumping the back of her knees.
Lust stole her tongue.
“TJ?” Maggie elbowed him and he shook himself, like he was waking up.
He took a deep breath and his eyes widened even farther.
Pam glanced away, anywhere had to be safer than staring into those fuck-me-now bedroom eyes. Until she noticed she’d lowered her gaze and watched the front of his dress pants tent, his erection growing more and more obvious.
“Pam?” She dragged her gaze up to see Maggie examining her with concern. “I think we need to go downstairs. Right now.”
Maggie tugged her arm, pulling her toward the top of the stairs and away from the fascinating young man in the tuxedo.
With a deep sense of regret, Pam turned her back on the dark god who watched her with hungry eyes.
~~**~~
Shit.
Shit.
TJ swallowed hard and immediately regretted it. His tongue had picked up the flavour of the woman Maggie had dragged off, and now the chemicals once again raced through his body, making him ache.
Shit.
How was it possible? Maggie had pulled him aside to warn him, again, he couldn’t let her friend know anything about them being wolves because Pam was full human. He was not to let the werewolf out of the bag, so to speak.
He felt a little indignant Maggie treated him like a child and expected him to screw up. Just because he’d accidentally shifted once before. Or twice.
But both those instances were years ago. He was twenty-two, and while he still preferred his wolf form for high-dexterity moves, his human was getting better. Besides, Keil had already issued orders in his high and mighty Alpha voice for all pack members to remain unfurry for the duration of the wedding. No one would disobey his direct command.
Still…shit.
It was a good thing Maggie had warned him, because incredibly his first impulse upon laying eyes on the beauty was to shift and bury his nose in her dark brown hair. He wanted to sniff her all over, then change back to human form to lick her, starting at her toes and getting delightfully distracted long before reaching anywhere near her throa
t.
His cock ached, and his vision blurred. Damn if his hearing wasn’t buzzing as well.
Suddenly the world began to shake and he wondered how badly he’d lost it before he realized Erik had grabbed him by the arms and stared into his face with concern.
“TJ? What the hell is up? Maggie called me through our mental link and told me to get up here and deal with you. Were you about to shift?”
That settled TJ quickly.
“No!” Crap, not another doubter of his ability to hold it together. Although something was seriously screwed up. He sighed. “It’s just…”
He closed his eyes and took a deep sniff. Erik’s scent was the strongest, followed by Maggie’s, but wrapping around them both was a tantalizing and intoxicating aroma that tickled his libido and kicked it into overdrive. “Erik, are we sure Pam doesn’t have wolf in her bloodline?”
Erik leaned back and crossed his arms. “Positive. Maggie lived with her for years. Both the Omegas have met her, and she’s pure human. One hundred percent.” His gaze narrowed. “What are you not saying?”
TJ wrinkled his nose. “You know how you’ve always said I’ve got a keen sense of smell?”
“The best in the pack.”
He snorted and shook his head. “Then you’ll be pleased to know my awesome sniffer has just told me Maggie’s best friend, fully human and not possibly eligible for the honour…is my damn mate.”
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With over 2 million books sold, Vivian Arend is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 50 contemporary and paranormal romance books, including the Six Pack Ranch and Granite Lake Wolves.
Her books are all standalone reads with no cliffhangers. They’re humorous yet emotional, with sexy-times and happily-ever-afters. Vivian pretty much thinks she’s got the best job in the world, and she’s looking forward to giving readers more HEAs. She lives in B.C. Canada with her husband of many years and a fluffy attack Shitzu named Luna who ignores everyone except when treats are deployed.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Wolf Games
Copyright © 2010 by Vivian Arend
ISBN: 978-1-941456-57-6
Edited by Anne Scott
Cover by Sofie Harley of Hart & Bailey Design Co.
Proofed by Sharon Muha
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First electronic publication: March, 2010
Second electronic publication: May, 2017
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