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me she’d be willing.”
    “How about a friendly wager, then? We’ll ask her when she wakes up. If she agrees, you win. Not only will we get to fuck her, but…” Brad paused as though searching for a suitable wager. “I’ll tell the elders I’m willing to choose a mate. That’ll buy you at least another couple of months before they come after you again.”
    J.C.’s mouth gaped open. The pack’s confirmed bachelor -- gay bachelor -- was willing to choose a mate? “Why would you do that?”
    He could almost see Brad shrugging in the dark. “I need to do it sooner or later. I just haven’t been properly motivated yet.”
    J.C. shook his head. There was more to this than his friend was letting on. “And if you win?”
    “If I win… you let me fuck you for once.”
    Ah . That explained it. J.C. and Brad had been getting together for their weekly Fuck Fridays for years, but they had an agreement. J.C.’s ass was strictly off limits. He’d never let anyone penetrate him, no matter how horny he got or how often he fucked another man.
    He was a Zantean shifter. The pack’s alpha. Royalty. No one fucked him up the ass.
    “You’re awfully quiet. Is that a yes?”
    Wanting to make Brad believe he was actually thinking about his proposal, J.C. took a deep breath before responding. When he did, the answer was simple.
    “No.”
    * * *
    Eve awoke to the smell of sex.
    Not the slightly musky odor that permeated the air in her bedroom after she spent a night enjoying the pleasures of her favorite vibrator -- pungent but ultimately tame. No, this was the full-blown, tangy, mouthwatering aroma of unbridled lust. It made her think of hard naked bodies, of sweat and arousal, of semen splattered all over the floor.
    She kept her eyes closed, inhaling the scent through shallowly drawn breaths. This was the first time she’d been able to enjoy anything that even vaguely reminded her of an orgasm in… much too long. As much as she liked to tease her best friend, Angelina, about her lack of a sex life since Griffin abandoned her, Eve’s own erotic adventures left a lot to be desired. There were only so many nights a woman could spend in the company of a vibrator before even that took a backseat to a good book and Late Night with David Letterman .
    “Her breathing’s changed. Did you notice?”
    “You’re imagining things.”
    Eve’s heart quickened at the sound of the masculine voices. She gritted her teeth, trying to yank her thoughts away from nakedness and orgasms and back to the problem at hand. Where was she?
    She remembered walking through the gates of the Hard Delights amusement park, finding the fake beard in the trash can, listening outside the doors of the shack, and then…
    “Do you think she’s awake?”
    Eve stifled a gasp as images of two gorgeous men entwined in some of the hottest, wildest fucking she’d ever seen flashed behind her closed eyelids. Her inner muscles fluttered in response while her imagination insisted on replaying everything she’d seen before the world went black. One of the men was blond, lean, with perfectly shaped muscles and a firm ass she’d have loved to dig her fingernails into. Except someone had already beaten her to it.
    The other man had been darker, taller, more muscular. He looked strong and menacing, power and authority drifting off him in waves.
    And then he’d started to change. She replayed the scene in her mind. His fingers lengthening, his nails giving way to sharp, deadly-looking claws, his mouth and square jaw transforming into… a muzzle?
    She swallowed hard and dug her fingernails into her palms to keep from crying out.
    “Oh yeah, she’s definitely awake. Come on, Sleeping Beauty, if you’re up, get up.”
    For a moment, Eve considered pretending to still be unconscious, but discarded that idea as quickly as she’d thought of it. They’d never let her get away with it.
    She opened one eyelid and peered past her lashes, but all she could make out were