Business is booming for architect and building contractor and vampire, Dane Anders, and his partner, black panther, Kyle Morgan. When they run into Alexsia Kolinkar at the local diner, little did they know the impact she’d have on their lives…or their hearts.
When Alexsia Kolinkar, a Fae royal princess, sent in her application for sanctuary, she hoped only to secure a home in Mystic Ridge. A woman on the run, it was the perfect place to start a new life—away from an obsessive suitor and her disappointed family. Little did she know, her move to Mystic Ridge was only the beginning.
Kyle Morgan watched as the newest applicant for sanctuary in Mystic Ridge followed his youngest cousin to Jack's office in the back, his gaze never leaving her luscious ass as he watched the sexy-as-hell sway of her hips and bottom. Nibbling on his bottom lip, it took all of his strength to remain sitting where he was and not follow her into the kitchen and claim her as his. As a black panther shifter in his prime, Kyle's beast had demanded he take her, mark her, fuck her and impregnate her, from the moment she walked into the diner.
Clutching the Formica tabletop, he forcefully kept his ass firmly planted on the pleather booth while promising his beast that if he could be patient he'd do his best to lay claim to the woman he'd waited his entire life for. He may look his mid-twenties, but thanks to his shifter genes, he was actually well over two hundred years old. He'd waited for his mate almost as long as his business partner, Dane Anders, a vampire who'd told him continually that he'd soon meet his mate. He hadn't believed his friend, but how could he now doubt him? And if that was true, then what would he do about Dane's other prediction, that she would be mate to them both? While he waited for Dane to arrive for their normal morning meeting, Kyle watched the swinging kitchen doors, praying that the interview with Jack would go well. He couldn't woo his mate if she were nowhere near, not that he'd really let that stop him.
Glancing at the clock just above the kitchen doors, Kyle was surprised that fifteen minutes had already passed. What in the hell was wrong with him? He needed to get his shit together if he was going to have a hope in hell of winning his mate. And where was Dane? He should have been here ten minutes ago. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he felt the familiar warmth of his friend wafting across his mind.
Sorry I'm late. I'm here now. Got tied up at the building site.
Tearing his gaze away from the doors where his mate disappeared, Kyle watched as Dane stepped inside the diner. His breath caught as it always did when his best friend and business partner met his gaze. Before meeting Dane, he'd never considered the attractiveness of another man, never felt his heart race and his palms sweat as he looked into another man's eyes. The last month in fact, every time he met Dane's gaze, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own, filling with blood so that he perpetually ached with a hard-on from hell. He just didn't know what to do about that fact. Dane was his best friend. How did he tell him that for the last month he kept imagining him naked, splayed across his bed? How could he be attracted to Dane and still know without a doubt that the woman currently meeting Jack Harley belonged with him eternally, his forever mate? It just didn't make sense.
Frustrated, Kyle ran his hand through his hair, what hair he had anyway. He kept it short, especially in the summer when he spent so many days in the hot sun. Unlike Dane's sexy hair as Kyle called it. Dark brown wavy hair that hung to Dane's collar, it always looked as though he'd just rolled out of someone's bed after a night of debauchery. And why were his thoughts again on sex and Dane when his mate was actually in the same building after decades of searching for her before settling here in Mystic Ridge?
At three inches over six feet, with arms and legs thick with muscle, brilliant green eyes as clear as the finest emeralds, it always surprised Kyle how such a predator could seemingly glide into a room, his natural grace hiding the ultimate killer--if he chose to go that route--in plain sight. Just looking at Dane approaching him in full daylight, you'd never guess he were a three-hundred-fifty-year-old vampire in his prime. As he watched Dane come closer, again his cock twitched against his fly, already thick and hard from the moment she walked in. What in the hell am I going to do?