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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
Description: Genre: Paranormal Shape-shifter Menage

Series: Spellbound Moon; Previous Book: Twice Shy

Gabby is a high ranking soldier in the Redhawke lupine pack and she has a serious problem. Three of them actually. The mates she refuses to claim, lupine Ethan and wizard Harris, and the heat driving her straight to their bed. The heat can't be fought. Every full lupine female experiences heat every three months. For Gabby, who's spent years denying Ethan her mate, each time is more miserable.

Harris has always helped her slake the need, but enough is enough. He knows the three of them are supposed to be together. Ethan knows it. Gabby is the only one denying it. So when she shows up at his door dressed to kill and desperate for sex just before Ethan is due to arrive, Harris decides it's time to take things to the next level. He wants her trust, her submission, her heart, and in her current state she isn't in a position to refuse. He gives her an ultimatum: This time won't be like any of the others. This time she'll follow his lead or there won't be a next time.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, menage (m/m/f).

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [129 KB]
Words: 29122
Reading time: 83-116 min.

"All right, all right, I'm coming," Harris yelled while he wrapped the towel around his hips.

He stalked down the center hall but didn't reach the door before the bell rang a fourth time. It couldn't be Ethan. It was too early for their date. Besides, he'd just come in or use his key if the door was locked, which it rarely was.

Harris damned near ripped the door off its hinges when he yanked it open. The sight that greeted him stopped his next angry words cold. He opened the door wide and stepped back to let her enter.

Gabby.

Werewolf soldier and major pain in his ass, but man could the woman work a short red dress. Clingy fabric wrapped around her killer curves, high, full breasts, and a mouthwatering ass. Auburn hair hung loose to her shoulders, framing a face more striking than beautiful. But it was her eyes that did him in every time. Rich brown and expressive.

He hadn't seen her for three months, and there could only be one reason for her showing up now. She looked him over with a smoldering gaze that confirmed his suspicions.

"In heat again, darlin'?"

Smoldering gave way to bright, sharp anger. "Are you complaining? That's a first."

She moved to the living room entryway, leaned one shoulder against the wall, and wrapped her arms around her middle. The movement pushed her breasts up so they almost spilled from the top of the low bodice. It was a calculated move, playing dirty, and they both knew it. His own anger started to simmer.

He wasn't sure who was the cat or who was the mouse, but he was fucking sick of this game. They should be enemies. Wizards and werewolves weren't allies, friends, or fuck buddies. Then again, nothing was as it should be, right down to his presence in Redemption, Florida. He'd been banished as a teenager and had made his way here to neutral territory.

Neutral or not, it bordered werewolf land, and a good half of its residents were members of the neighboring Redhawke pack. He hadn't exactly been welcomed with open arms, but he'd carved out a place for himself. Despite the odds, despite centuries of animosity between his race and theirs, Harris counted werewolves among his friends and lovers. He'd made a name for himself as an honest and ethical and dependable man.

But that acceptance only went so far--and that was part of the problem, wasn't it?

Gabby would never mate with him. She wouldn't let him get that close, but she trusted him when she was in heat in a way she'd never trust a wolf. Mating was an instinct a wolf would find hard to resist with a female in heat, but she didn't believe Harris could create a mate bond with her since he was a different species. Because he'd been content with their arrangement, he hadn't corrected her. The first time she'd come to him, two years ago, he'd resolved to just enjoy what part of her she was willing to share. He didn't push. He didn't make demands. He didn't come close to taking her the way he wanted to. Why? Because wolves did not mate with wizards.

But then things started to change. First Redhawke's paladin--their third in command--Liza, the only person on the planet Harris knew of who was half wolf and half witch, had mated with her alpha and beta. It was a year ago now, and even though Liza had always been a part of Redhawke, was seen as more wolf than witch by her pack members, it had made Harris start to think. If that mating could be accepted, why not others? When he'd casually mentioned that to Gabby, she'd stayed away five months. On her return, he'd smelled what remained of a potion he knew werewolf females sometimes used to delay heat. He didn't bring it up again, but it made him angry and resentful, and he felt ridiculous about it. Who complained about casual, no-strings-attached sex with a hot woman?

"Earth to Harris?"

He realized he was staring at the wall over her head while memories washed through him, and he shifted his gaze to study her face while he went on thinking. Liza had been the first, and her circumstances were special. But then came Harper, a witch looking for sanctuary. It hadn't taken long before one of Redhawke's soldiers and its healer had made her theirs. Why couldn't two witches mated into Redhawke become two witches and a wizard? Harris had stopped thinking about it weeks ago. He knew what he wanted.

"Harris?"

A look crossed her face--something between unease and fear--that made his heart accelerate with anticipation. Let the games begin.

"This isn't working for me anymore."

At his words, her expression turned to one of annoyance. "Fine," she said, straightening. "I'll leave."

"I didn't say you could leave, darlin'."

He was as good at spells and potions as the next wizard, but that wasn't what set him apart. He used his mind to slam the still-open front door shut and turn the locks. The surprised look on her face was so comical he almost laughed. He did grin, and she gave him a dirty look.

"I had no idea you could do that."

"Oh, I can do all kinds of things." Read as much innuendo into that as you like, darlin'.

Small white teeth bit down on her bottom lip. He just managed not to groan, remembering what they felt like on his skin.

"How?"

"Telekinesis." He took a step forward, and she matched it with one in retreat. "It's a rare talent, and mine is stronger than most." Probably the strongest in the world, but she didn't need to know that yet.

"Can you read minds?" she asked curiously.

"No."

"And what can you do other than shut and lock doors?"

Ah, his curious little wolf. He had her. With a slow shake of his head and fighting a smile, he said, "Let me show you."

But she didn't take the hand he held out. "I thought you said this wasn't working for you anymore."

She frowned, but her eyes were feverish, and her gaze kept returning to the erection his towel did nothing to hide. The heat was taking over. He used a finger under her chin to lift her face so he could see into those cloudy eyes. Deep and whiskey-colored, they only spoke of lust and need.

He grinned. "Don't you think we should wait and talk about this later?"

"Oh yes." She nodded, lust thickening her voice. "Definitely later."

She reached for him, but he stopped her and turned her around. He kept his hands on her shoulders and moved up close behind her, his cock pressed against her ass, as he whispered in her ear, "Wait in the bedroom. You know where it is."

"Aren't you coming?"

He slid his hands down her arms to her elbows, moved them to her hips, and held her still while he pushed his pelvis forward. She gasped and tried to get closer. It took all his restraint not to let her.

"Harris." It was a panted plea, and he let her desire wash over him, a hot, seductive wave. He knew what she wanted. A casual, undemanding, very vanilla joining. But he was certain that wasn't what she needed. It might satisfy her body, but it wouldn't give her the fulfillment she craved in her heart and soul. He wasn't a telepath--he hadn't lied about that--but he felt her emotions and most deeply hidden secrets on a psychic level. Secrets she probably didn't even acknowledge to herself. The only other person Harris could read so well was Ethan, and Harris knew that was because both wolves were his. Ethan accepted that, but not his skittish little she-wolf. She required persuasion, and Harris was ready to use the most sensual kind.

Releasing her, he stepped back and slapped her ass. "Go. I want you waiting naked for me." He looked down her stocking-clad legs. It was time to make some demands of his own. "You can keep the shoes on."

With one last uncertain glance over her shoulder, she moved down the hall and disappeared into his bedroom. He could sense a low-level tension under her confusion. As a high-ranking soldier in Redhawke, her instinct to resist his order was only quelled by the desire flooding her body. He heard a key in the lock behind him and turned as Ethan sauntered in. Grinning, Ethan looked him over.

"I figured dinner and a movie first, but if you want to skip straight to dessert, I'm game."

Harris rolled his eyes, but it was only a feeble effort to hide his excitement. "Not now."

Ethan shut the door and leaned back against it with a casual grace that fooled everyone who met him. It was a carefully cultivated image. He was tall and leanly muscled and looked more like a rich playboy than a dangerous soldier. Dark blond hair with tantalizing streaks of gold fell into his eyes, and he shoved the shaggy, wavy mass back to pin Harris with an emerald green stare. His eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared. That easygoing mask slipped for just a minute as he waited Harris out.

"She just showed up," Harris replied to the unanswered question. He knew his werewolf lover could scent the woman they both wanted in the house. He'd been with Ethan long enough to anticipate him. Usually. Harris half expected him to straighten and make himself scarce. He didn't.

Instead a pained look crossed his face, and Ethan muttered, "That woman is gonna kill me."

Harris understood like no one else could have. He wanted Ethan and Gabby fiercely, always. He wanted a right to them. A right to make demands from them. He was sick and damned tired of being on the outside, and he was pretty sure Ethan felt the same way. Gabby would only come to Harris when she was in heat, but she would only go to Ethan if she wasn't. The woman had serious commitment issues.

He looked Ethan over and felt the usual lust strum through his body. He rarely allowed himself the fantasy of the three of them together, but things were changing, weren't they?

"I told her this arrangement isn't working for me anymore."

Ethan gave him a sharp look edged with hunger. "And yet, she's in your bed."

"Jealous?"

He snorted. "Hell, yeah."

"I told her, but she isn't exactly in a position to think right now. It would be cruel of me to send her away like that."

"The heat. I thought I scented the beginning yesterday," Ethan murmured.

"Hmm. No telling what she might agree to in that state."

Ethan blinked; then a slow smile curled his lips. "That's not right. Sneaky. Underhanded. I like it."

Harris grinned. Gabby didn't feel any compunction about playing dirty. Why should they? Besides, all was fair in love and war, and this was both. "After you, then."