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What She Needs (1Night Stand)

1Night Stand

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 14,300
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Elizabeth Summers is sick of being the baby sister of Garth the pack alpha. Her brother with the help of his best friends has taken it upon himself to scare off every guy who has ever shown any interest in her. With a little nudge from her sister-in-law, she decides to seek Madame Eve’s help to give her one night of pure pleasure.

Ernest (Brute) Chalmers is Castle Wolves’ pack enforcer and best friend of Garth. Out of respect for his friend, he has kept his feelings for Garth’s sister a secret. But when he over hears Lizzie talking about signing up for a 1Night Stand, he decides if he doesn’t make his move, he might miss out on his chance at love.

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Brute stared at the door and took a couple of deep breaths. Lizzie was not going to be pleased when he entered, but he’d practiced his speech over and over to get her to give him a chance.

Every night since he’d overheard Lizzie talking about signing up for a 1Night Stand, Brute had imagined this moment. He laid his hand on the door handle and turned. The door opened to a room shrouded in darkness. Even with his shifter-enhanced eyesight, he could barely see a thing. He could smell her, though, her scent enticing as always.

“Remove every stitch of clothing and get on your knees.” Lizzie’s voice, deep and sultry, echoed around the room, but his shifter hearing allowed him to pinpoint her exact location. He looked to the right where her voice came from but still couldn’t make out any discernable shapes.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, sub. Naked and on your knees. You have two minutes and I will not ask again.”

What the fuck! Did she say sub?

Brute had no idea what he’d walked into, but her tone of voice indicated he wasn’t to argue. Without further thought, he stripped and dropped to his knees. “Now what?”

“Now you wait, you insolent pup. Eyes to the floor, in silence until I am ready.” He wasn’t normally one to take orders, but he’d come this far so no point spoiling things now by disobeying. Brute did as she demanded, a million different scenarios running through his mind as to what could come next. He’d seen something like this once on a porn network. The movie had been called Mistress something, but it had been about a woman who liked having men service her. The survey Madame Eve had required him to fill out about his sexual preferences made a lot more sense now. But why would Lizzie want something like this for her 1Night Stand?

The click of heels on the wood flooring echoed in the room, and each step got a little louder—she was coming his way. She stopped right in front of him, tips of her shoes in his line of vision. She had on black, sky-high heeled boots that continued so far up her legs they disappeared out of sight. What he could see, though, was how the muscles in her calves tightened, giving them a sexy look. Even though he stared at her feet, he could sense her gaze like a physical caress. His cock stood at full alert. He liked having her admire him, had wanted it for so long.

“Well, well, Madame Eve did good.”

Something ran up his left arm and across his chest. As it passed his line of vision, his breath caught. A riding crop? It continued down his right arm, ending with a quick flick on the tip of his cock. Fuck! He wasn’t going to deny being hit on the dick stung, but as the sensation ebbed away, a pleasant heat replaced it.

“Definitely a wonderful specimen. It still remains to be seen how good you are at serving your mistress. On your feet.”

Brute kept his eyes on the floor, knowing the moment she caught sight of his face whatever was happening would stop. And as much as he was out of his comfort zone, he didn’t want to stop.

“Hmm, someone at least has some manners.” Slowly, she moved around him.

Any second now, she’s going to catch sight of my tattoo and all h—

“What the fuck!”

Yeah, hate being right.

“Ernest Alexander Chalmers, turn around stand up, and face me right the fuck now.”

Brute cringed at the use of his full name. No one ever called him Ernest unless he was in trouble. He did as she asked. He expected fury in her features, but she just looked defeated. Now that he was on his feet, he took the opportunity to take in the full effect of what she was wearing.

Her boots continued on all the way up to mid-thigh. A black leather mini barely covered her crotch, and a red corset cinched in her waist, making her tits look full and ripe. So gorgeous. Her long brown hair was natural and free, and she had on not an ounce of makeup.

“What are you doing here?”

He mulled over whether to tell her the truth or lie, but he’d come this far. No point in adding any more lies to the pile. “I’m your 1Night Stand.”

She stared at him, wide eyed with disbelief. “No, you’re not. Why would Madame Eve set me up with you?”

Brute took a couple of deep breaths before answering. “Because I asked her to.”

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