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  “Hey, hon.” I continued to brush on the barbecue sauce. “I didn’t think I’d see you again until Friday.”

  I took in the emerald green silk blouse, black skirt, and emerald heels she was wearing. The emerald green looked gorgeous against her dark skin. She hair was done in big, wavy curls that went midway down her back. She was stunning. The way she carried herself exuded so much confidence that she was impossible to ignore, owning every room she walked into.

  “I wanted to stop by and tell you the good news.” She peeked at the chicken and licked her plump lips, which had been covered in a shiny gloss.

  “Don’t worry. I made extra.” I winked as I closed the lid to the grill and went inside to get the corn on the cob.

  She waited for me to return before spilling the good news. “I got the job. I start Saturday night and will be working on Fridays and Saturdays.”

  “Just two days a week? Can you live on that?” I placed the corn on the cool side of the grill and lowered the lid back into place.

  “The manager…” She blushed enough for me to see even with her dim light. “Well, he said that with my confidence and looks, I would probably make a couple grand a night.”

  “Hot damn, Willow. That’s awesome.” I hugged her, making sure not to get my barbecue tongs tangled in her hair.

  “I’m just so excited.” When she pulled away, I could see the tears in her eyes. “I need this so, so bad.”

  “Where’s the restaurant at?” I turned back to the grill to turn the corn and remove the chicken to a clean plate.

  “It’s on Clearwater Street.” She held her chin as she thought about it. “It’s across from some bar called Club Yes Master.”

  I almost dropped the plate of chicken, but Willow caught it. “Whoa, you okay, girl?”

  “Yeah, guess I worked too long and forgot to eat again.” Shit, shit, SHIT! How was I going to make it in and out of the club without running into her? And what would I say to her if I did get caught? “Oh, sorry I didn’t tell you I like to be tied up and fucked by strangers.” Ugh.

  “You have to stop doing that.” She headed for the back door with the plate of chicken. “You don’t even need to work. I don’t understand why you do it.”

  I placed the corn on a tray and carried it inside, hot on her heels. “You know I’d go crazy if I didn’t have something to do.”

  “At least let me read it. You know I’d love to read some of your work.” She turned to me with her arms crossed in front of her large breasts.

  Setting the corn on the counter, I opened the fridge to pull out a salad I made earlier and then removed the baked beans and cornbread from the oven. “I’ve told you before, Willow. I can’t let people read my work because I’m a ghostwriter. It would break the contract between me and the author.”

  “Yeah, whatever.” She brought a barbecued chicken tender up to her lips and took a bite. Sighing as her eyes rolled back into her head. “Damn, that’s good chicken.” She licked her lips and finished the piece.

  “Glad you like it. I added a bit more cayenne and honey to the sauce.”

  “That sweet and spicy flavor combined with the smoky taste of the chicken is amazing.”

  We made our plates and went back outside to my screened porch. It was a beautiful, not too hot and not too chilly. Best of all, the humidity was relatively low. It was the perfect evening, spent with a good friend.

  “Any plans for tonight?” I asked as I sipped my sweet tea.

  “Nope. You?”

  “Nah, just gonna curl up on the couch with a piece of cheesecake and watch Netflix.”

  “Count me in.”

  We’d been friends since birth. It didn’t bother me that she invited herself to hang out with me. In fact, I’d have been upset if she didn’t.

  4

  Anwell

  The next morning, I was in my usual spot, enjoying my cup of coffee and the paper. I was just getting comfortable when I heard my sister’s voice from down the hallway. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” This had to stop. I opened the paper to the classifieds and scanned for an apartment in Greywood that would suit her needs. If she planned to stay in the city, it wouldn’t be here.

  She hung up her phone as she strolled into the kitchen and opened the fridge like she owned the damn place. She started to hold the orange juice container up to her lips.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, get a goddamn glass, Luna.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “Do you know what’s up with, Matt?”

  “No, why?”

  “Just wondering. He just seemed different last night.”

  I hid my smile behind my newspaper. “I’m surprised you noticed anything about Matt. You’re usually too busy looking down your damn nose.” I turned the page and continued my search for an apartment.

  “That’s not true.” She put her hands on her hips.

  I raised an eyebrow and looked at her over my paper.

  “Well, not exactly true.”

  “Sure.” I took out a pen and circled an ad. The apartment was on the other side of town, but close to the places my sister enjoyed visiting. More importantly, it was far away from Club Yes Master. My sister stood there, chewing on the end of her ponytail. I shook my head at her absurd behavior. She seemed to be having an internal debate about how she had treated Matt in the past. She liked to believe herself a saint, but in all honesty, she could be a snooty little bitch – literally.

  “I need to go,” she said while staring off into space and moving toward her room. I smirked and bid her farewell as I got ready to go check out the apartment. I prayed it would be something suitable for her.

  I’d pay any price to get her out of my hair.

  The apartment was a winner. I signed the lease and told my sister to meet me for lunch. In the meantime, I let the memory of the sweet fairy dance through my mind. Her petite stature had been a huge turn on. As an alpha wolf, I loved to be in control and there was something incredibly sexy about a woman I could break so easily. Not that I would. I wasn’t a monster. But it was hot to know she trusted me not to hurt her.

  As the day turned to evening and the evening turned to night, I considered heading to the club. If she was there, I didn’t want to miss seeing her. But, I didn’t want to seem too eager either. She couldn’t think I was interested in her. I wasn’t interested in any woman for more than a good fuck. Plus, when I did settle down, I needed to find a woman who could handle carrying my pups. There was no way the tiny fae could do that. She wasn’t my kind, so it would never work. The racist thought made me cringe, but it was true. I needed to mate with my own kind. And, by mate, I meant joining my soul with the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. We’d be bonded together forever. Marriage was simply a fancy piece of paper that could easily be tossed aside when things get hard.

  Mating was forever.

  I considered going to another club but decided against it. Instead, I spent the night watching TV and enjoying a steak I cooked on the grill. It was super cliché, but I loved a good steak and ate beef at least five times a week. My sister tried to go vegan once and almost got herself killed. The first full moon after her venture into veganism sent her into a deranged fit. She’d gone a little mad and devoured ten rabbits, four squirrels, and a sheep from a nearby farm before she got shot. Thankfully, it was a .22 round, but it could have been much worse. From then on out, she’s been a carnivore like a good little werewolf.

  Speaking of my sister, she loved the apartment. It had all the amenities a girl in her early twenties would want. There was a pool, a gym, and even a small convenience store that carried her favorite brand of ice cream. And there was a Starbucks not ten yards from the main entrance. Down the street, there were also several boutiques that carried everything from clothing to shoes to handbags. It was a dream come true for a little brat like my sister.

  It would be nice to wake up and not have her nosing around my place. But the best part was she had no reason to be on the same side of to
wn as Club Yes Master. There were plenty of clubs around her apartment – none of which catered to the lifestyle that my club catered to.

  In truth, I never set out to be part owner of a BDSM club. When Logan approached me with the idea, I didn’t even know what BDSM was. I was only twenty-five at the time. Sure, I’d had my fair share of women by then. As an alpha, I’ve explored many of the women in other packs in the area. Still, nothing could have prepared me for this lifestyle. It’s unlike anything I’d ever experienced but it felt so natural.

  It spoke to my alpha side.

  Being in charge and commanding women to do just what I want made me harder than any other sex ever had before. I quickly became a favorite of all the women at the club. But no woman ever captured my attention the way the little fairy did. And I’ve only ever been with weres. Some were werewolves, others werecougars. Even werebears had entered the club. I enjoyed a curvy woman as much as the next man, but even at my large size, I found it hard to pleasure such a big woman. Not that werebears were fat, they were just big. Most had more muscles than I did.

  Just before I dozed off in front of some war movie, I decided to go back to the club the next day. I hoped she was there, but if not, I’d find another woman to enjoy. I didn’t want to become fixated on this one woman. Not only was she not my kind, but I was way too young to be tied down.

  5

  Lily

  Standing at the bar, I tried to casually look around the room. I wondered if he was there, but I didn’t even know what his face looked like. Would I be able to spot his clothed body? I was leaning far back when a strong Cockney accent almost knocked me off my stool. I frantically reached for the edge of the bar, my legs flailing in the air. In a swift movement, the man rushed to the other side of the bar and caught me.

  “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to startle you,” he said as he placed me on the stool. “Are you looking for something in particular?” He was close enough that I could breathe in his cologne. His eyes were a piercing amber color with spots of yellow that stood out from his dark skin. His full lips were almost irresistible. He stared at me with a cocky smirk on his face, yet his eyes gave away the fact that he would enjoy a good roll in the hay.

  Before either of us could explore those thoughts further, a growl erupted from the back of the room. The man instantly broke away from me and returned to the other side of the bar, whistling as he wiped down a glass.

  What was that about?

  “Room Two is available tonight, Miss.” He didn’t look up from the glass he was drying.

  Room Two was the room I’d been in the other night. Each room belonged to a different Dom. I was there in hopes of seeing him again, but something felt off. I was no longer in the mood and had a chill down my spine.

  Without a word, I slid off my stool and headed for the door. Tonight didn’t feel right, but I would return to Room Two some night.

  Soon.

  I didn’t feel like going home, but I wasn’t in the mood to hit another club. Instead, I found myself at McDonald’s, dipping fries into a vanilla milkshake. It wasn’t exactly how I planned to spend the evening, but it was better than sitting at home alone.

  I looked around the dining area and spotted a couple college kids working on laptops. It was hard to believe I’d finished university almost 10 years ago. I didn’t feel old yet, but I wasn’t getting any younger. I silently wondered when I would realize I was old. Would I be fifty, sixty? Fae lived longer than humans, but not by much. As a flower fairy, my lifespan was roughly 150 years. That was with good diet and exercise – something I had yet to fully commit to in my thirty years. Chances were good that I’d die much earlier.

  I studied a human across the room. He was muscled and sipping a water while he ate a grilled chicken sandwich. He was reading a novel and his silky bangs fell over one eye. He was stunning but even with his obvious attention to health, he wouldn’t live much longer than eighty. So sad. But because my kind lives almost twice as long as humans, relationships with humans were frowned upon. When fairies fall in love, we fall hard. Our lives are cut short when human mates die. We’re simply unable to move on.

  The man looked up and caught me staring. He smirked and closed his book, meeting my intense gaze. Fuck, he was hot. I involuntarily licked the salt from my lips, and he made his move. He walked up to my table and asked if the seat was taken.

  I simply shook my head, unable to speak.

  He slid into the booth, sitting across from me. His long legs captured mine between his, and I let out a squeak. Then he pulled a fry from my box and dipped it in the ice cream. He lifted the fry and rubbed the ice cream across my lips until my lips parted, and I licked away the sweet cream. I bit into the fry and let out a moan. Holy fucking shit this was so hot. He leaned forward and licked away the rest of the ice cream, letting my tongue touch his. Soon our tongues were fighting a war that neither wanted to end.

  I got up from the booth and grabbed my bag. Without a word, he gathered his things from his table, and we quickly walked outside. I pointed to my SUV, and he nodded before getting on his motorcycle. I wasn’t sure he’d follow me, but he was right behind me as I drove to a nearby hotel and we checked into a room. There was no way I was taking him home, but that wasn’t going to stop me from fucking him.

  We fumbled with our clothing then fell onto the bed. His body was gorgeous. He was tanned everywhere, and his dirty blond hair kept falling into his face.

  Soon, he was on his knees, kissing his way up my inner thigh until he licked my inner folds. “God, you taste so sweet. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever tasted.”

  It was true. I probably was unlike anything he’d ever tasted. As a flower fairy, my juices tasted like sweet nectar mixed with berries. It drove most men wild, and given enough exposure, it could drive human men mad with desire.

  I let him suck and fuck me with his tongue. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure, but I had to pull him away before he lost his mind. “Come up here,” I murmured. “Fuck me.”

  And fuck me he did.

  It was incredible. His generous length slid in and out of my moist channel without any resistance. I could tell he was enjoying every minute, and it would take just a slight shift of my hips to make him come. I was very petite compared to him and just sliding into me almost caused him to explode. I decided to take control of the situation and pushed him onto his back, getting in a position where my clit would be stimulated as I rode him.

  “Oh, fuck.” He grabbed my ass cheeks and ground into me. “You’re so fucking tight. Yes, just like that,” he gasped.

  I was almost there so I rode him a bit more slowly to make sure I reached my climax. It didn’t take long before I drifted off to a higher plane and he exploded, his dick jerking as he filled me.

  I leaned down and grabbed his nipple in my teeth, gently pulling before I released it. “My goodness, you’re a very good fuck.”

  I could feel him already getting hard again. He was younger than me by at least a few years, so he could probably go all night. And it didn’t hurt that I was a flower fairy. My juices held a special flower essence that could keep him hard for hours.

  I wiggled my hips over him, and our sensual dance started again. Using my tongue, I explored his muscles and just focused on the moment. This guy wasn’t as sexy as the man in Room Two, but he was hot nonetheless. The second time, I took him quickly, making him come in a matter of minutes, just for fun. After all, I had all night to release all the built-up sexual tension since my last visit to Room Two.

  As the sun began to rise, the human was almost begging for mercy. “Good god, you’re fucking magical,” he gasped between thrusts. His hair was matted to his head, and it was time to call it a night – make that morning.

  I pulled myself off him and got dressed. I would shower at home. “You’re right. I am magical.” I winked as I grabbed my purse.

  “Can I see you again?” he asked while drifting in and out of sleep.

  “It wouldn’t be a g
ood idea, but hopefully I haven’t ruined you for all other women.”

  He was snoring gently as I closed the door behind me. Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind seeing him again and again and again, but humans and fairies weren’t meant to be.

  6

  Anwell

  She left.

  Freaking left.

  Okay, so it was probably my fault, but seeing Logan put the moves on her had pissed me off. When he asked me about it, I simply said that he shouldn’t be getting so close to customers when he was manning the bar.

  He didn’t buy it. I didn’t blame him.

  “Bullshit.” He crossed his arms. “You want that lass for yourself.”

  I scoffed. “You know better than that. I don’t want anyone for myself.”

  “Then what the fuck was that all about? Because my dick was more than ready to give her a good fuck when you threw your little hissy fit.”

  I growled. “Don’t ever talk about fucking her again.”

  He laughed. “Lad, if you didn’t want her for yourself, I could fuck her all I wanted.” He got up in my face and whispered in my ear, “I’d give it to her real good.”

  I seethed but refused to give in to his taunts. Instead, I stormed out of the room and went to find something to eat. McDonald’s was right around the corner so I ended up there. When I walked in and spotted her, I immediately stepped back outside. Then I realized she wouldn’t know who I was because I always wear a mask in Room Two.

  I walked back in and ordered a double quarter pounder and a large vanilla shake. A light snack for a man my size. I’d never seen an ounce of fat on my body and never would. Werewolves had an incredible metabolism, and I worked out daily.

  As I ate my burger, I watched her make a move on a human. At first, I wanted to stop her. But what right did I have? She wasn’t mine, and she never would be. I wasn’t planning to settle down, and she was a fairy. Still, as I watched their tongues dance, I wished I was the one she was with. The two left together, and it was all I could do not to follow. But fuck, I wanted to be fucking her. Hell, I’d even settle for sharing her with the guy.