The full moon will be Cassie’s first as a werewolf, and the night will be special because the alpha of the pack has plans to make her his to celebrate her entrance into the pack… and to show Royce who the boss is.
But Cassie is getting tired of being shared by others, whether that’s her role as alpha female or not. Tired enough to consider leaving Crescent Hills and losing the power to shift. However, her wolf might not feel the same way.
Royce has kept his dislike for the alpha hidden… until now. He wants to make Cassie his, and has come up with a plan to make that happen. It’s dangerous and there will be no second chances, but he’s willing to make the ultimate sacrifice if that’s what it takes.
This is the third and final installment in TAKEN IN THE MOONLIGHT. It contains strong language and explicit sex. For adult readers.
EXCERPT:
Cassie slowly opened her eyes and looked around her room. Empty. She had hoped Royce might stay the night, but then she remembered how she had acted, what she had done. Slut! That was the word that echoed through her brain, bouncing around in big, flashing neon letters. She had wild sex with three men… and she had enjoyed the hell out of it. Mom would die of shock if she knew.
Slowly, Cassie sat up. She was sore, but she was also clean. Odd. Lots of bodily fluids going lots of places last night, but no evidence of any of that now. She tried to remember how the night ended. Had she stumbled, half conscience, to the shower? If she had to bet money on it, she’d bet the answer was no. She remembered being on top of that one guy – Dan – with Royce behind her, a brain-skewering orgasm, and then… nothing.
A quick glance at her phone let her know she hadn’t slept half the day away again. It was only ten. Only. There was a time – just a couple of days ago – when sleeping past seven was unheard of. Of course, she hadn’t been spending her nights having hot sex with hunky werewolves, either.
There was also a voicemail from work. She hadn’t called to check in or sent any prelim articles for review so the editor was wondering what was up. How to explain that? Hey, chief. Turns out werewolves are real, and they’re really awesome in the sack. Yeah, that wasn’t going to be happening.
A thorough physical examination and a look in the mirror revealed no new bites. That was a relief and a disappointment at the same time. She had worried about Dan or Chris biting her, but had secretly yearned for Royce to sink his teeth into her again, whispering ‘Mine’ as he had done during their first encounter. Just thinking about it made her nipples hard. Did that mean he was no longer interested? Was she just a piece of ass to him now, like she apparently was to the others? It was a depressing idea.
She wanted to find Royce and talk to him, ask him about last night and his feelings about it. Instead, she crawled back into bed. There was no reason to do any journalistic investigating. Werewolves were real. The real question was if she should say that in her article. No, the real question was if she planned to stick around tonight. The moon would be full, and she’d lose herself completely to that slut alpha female.
If Royce had feelings for her, he probably wouldn’t after tonight. She’d probably fuck the whole pack… and love every minute of it. That was the really crappy part of the deal. She actually enjoyed it when the wolf was awake. It was only later – when the wolf was satisfied and slumbering – that she had to deal with guilt and shame.
The car keys sitting on the dresser caught her eye. She had left her car at the diner. Her keys had been in her purse. She crawled out of bed again, pulled the curtain to the side and looked out the window. Her car sat in the parking lot, parked right in front of good ol’ Room 13.
She couldn’t picture Dan or Chris being gentlemen and retrieving her ride, but it was easy to picture Royce doing it. It was also easy to picture Royce cleaning her up. So maybe he did see her as more than a piece of tail.
Now the main question had a lot of little questions attached to it. If she decided to leave, would Royce help her? Would he go with her? She pressed her forehead to the glass, straining to see the office. If he left Crescent Falls, he’d be sacrificing his wolf. Did he care that much about her?
Cassie turned, went to her suitcase, and started pulling out clothes to wear. Lots of questions. Absolutely no answers. It was time to change that.
After getting dressed and running a brush through her hair, Cassie grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She let out a shocked gasp when she opened the door and saw Royce standing there, his fist raised to knock. She smiled, relief flooding through her. He did care. Otherwise, why be here? Unless he was here to have a little early morning fun. Her wolf stirred at the thought and she felt herself get warm and wet between her thighs. Royce’s eyes flashed amber and his nostrils flared. Fuck, it was embarrassing as hell to get aroused near a werewolf because there was no keeping it a secret. No playing coy. She was horny and he knew it.
“Hi,” Royce said, a nervous smile on his face.
Cassie temporarily forgot about her state of arousal. Royce rarely smiled so the few times he did, it was like getting a brief glimpse of the sun in a cloud-filled sky. “Hi,” she said, inwardly groaning. Yep, she was just as smooth as ever.
Royce stepped back and motioned towards his truck parked three spaces down. “I was wondering if you’d like to take a ride.”
Her wolf instantly filled her mind with all kinds of images that took her breath away with the passion displayed but Cassie clamped down on the naughty thoughts, forcing the wolf to stay quiet. She might not be strong enough to fight the beast at night but it was daytime and the furry bitch would learn who the boss was when the sun was up. She flashed Royce an innocent smile. “I’d love to.”
He led the way to his truck, giving Cassie a chance to eye his denim-covered butt. Why didn’t the guys in the city have butts like that? Was it the country living? The jeans? Did being a werewolf automatically guarantee an awesome ass? Wait! Was he skipping? No, but he seemed lighter somehow. There was more pep in his step, as Mom would probably say.
He opened the passenger door and waited for her to get in. As she climbed into the truck, she noticed a plastic tarp over something lumpy in the back. She gave Royce a questioning look… which he pointedly ignored.
“Where are we going?” Cassie asked when Royce slid behind the wheel.
“We’re going to do something a little different.”
After waiting a few seconds, Cassie realized he wasn’t going to tell her more. Considering they’re relationship seemed to revolve around fucking, doing something different didn’t really narrow down the list of potential options, but there was nothing wrong with letting Royce play man of mystery. She could sense the excitement he was desperately trying to hide. It was cute.
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