The actions of a wolf shifter gone rogue forces Ben Maxwell, the alpha of the Catskill Mountain wolf pack, to act on a vision of his mate quicker than he’d planned. He discovers that she’ll be at an aerial acrobat performance several days before Halloween, which also coincides with the blue moon. Unable to attend himself, he sends his best friends and betas, Adam and Devon, to seek Sandy out. He knows he’ll be sharing her with them and trusts them to care for her in his stead. But Sandy is a human, and finding out that not only are shifters real, but that she’s mated to not just one, but three of them, is a lot to take in. Can Ben and his betas convince her to accept her place at their side before the pheromones caused by a blue moon on Halloween draws every shifter in the area to her door, including the rogue wolf that would rather see her dead than in the arms of anyone else?
Ben nodded. “Fair enough.” He returned his focus to Sandy. “Look, I don’t want to seem forward, but I’m just gonna come out and say it. We’re shifters. We turn into wolves. I am the pack alpha. Devon and Adam are my betas.” He could see from her disbelieving look she thought he was nuts. Ben frowned. Damn, this would be so much easier if she weren’t human. “I’d like to take you somewhere to show you. I can prove everything.”
Sandy quickly shook her head. “Hell, no. The minute you get me from this public place, you’re going to hurt me.”
He watched her glance around, obviously seeking a way to escape.
Not gonna happen!
Ben stood, motioning for Adam to move, who immediately yielded his position next to their mate. Sliding into the seat next to Sandy, Ben leaned toward her, letting his scent and presence surround her. “We will never harm you, Sandy. I know you don’t understand how you know this, but you do, don’t you?” He watched her gaze rove over his face, as if reading his sincerity.
“Yes,” she whispered, shaking her head in confused wonder. “But why do I feel this way?”
He eased closer, giving her ample time to move away. “Because you mean more to us than our lives, darling,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers. She responded quickly, leaning into him and whimpering.
Ben couldn’t stop the low growl that erupted from his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss. He tilted his head, slanting his lips over Sandy’s, and brushed his tongue against her lips. She groaned and opened her mouth, letting his tongue sweep inside. He tasted merlot, mint, and sweet feminine heaven. It was like ambrosia to a starving man, and Ben devoured her mouth as he slid a hand under her skirt along the inside of her thigh.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and warm breath at his ear as Adam whispered something his lust-fogged brain didn’t catch. Moaning, Ben broke the kiss with Sandy and lifted his head away. Sandy’s soft cry had his gaze snapping his eyes open. He watched Adam wrap a large hand around the nape of her neck and seal his lips over Sandy’s in an erotic display of oral seduction that almost had Ben creaming his pants.
When Adam ended the kiss, both he and Sandy were panting heavily. Ben watched Sandy’s breasts rise and fall quickly, fighting his urge to touch. He licked his lips and lifted his gaze to Sandy’s face. Her wide eyes glanced between them, clearly confused at her own actions.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t usually…” She stopped, obviously at a loss for words.
Devon chuckled from next to them. “We need to get out of here before the locals start a fight.”
Double damn, Ben thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been tempted to get carried away in public. Giving Sandy an apologetic smile, he eased her to her feet, where Devon helped steady her. Ben stood, his cock aching, chafing against his zipper with every move he made. Biting back a grimace, he turned to Sandy. “I’m on my motorcycle. I figure you have your own car. Devon and Adam will lead in the SUV, follow them, and I’ll bring up the rear.”
Sandy frowned. “Where are we going?”