Rise to Embrace [Rise of the Changelings, Book 3] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) Read Free

“Don’t piss off the kitty cat whose claws are at my throat, Selene.”
    Sasha shifted slightly behind Nate. It brought Sasha’s chest closer to Nate’s back. He had to suppress the moan as he began to feel Sasha’s heat soaking into him.
    “Why are you following me?” Sasha asked.
    “You’re standing in Rick’s home, Sasha. I should be the one asking the questions. You are supposed to be helping us gather the changelings and getting them out of town. Why aren’t you?” Nate asked. Sasha was an inch taller than Nate, but Nate was twice as wide as the cat. Whereas Nate looked like he could be a world heavyweight bodybuilder—but it was all homegrown, thank you very much—Sasha was more toned down, with honed muscles and a slimmer waist and body frame. Oh, Sasha had a nice body. Nate had seen him once in a snug T-shirt and the sight damn near made his jeans sticky. Sasha’s biceps were well developed, his pecs rose just the right amount, and his abdomen was flat, and from what Nate had seen, an eight-pack. The man loved to purr, loved to be provocative, but he was also the fastest man Nate knew.
    He could have had Nate against a wall, throat torn out, and gone from the house before Selene had grabbed her gun. If Sasha had wanted to.
    He was playing with Nate.
    “I’ll save the answers for later.” Sasha purred, and then Nate inhaled sharply when the tip of Sasha’s tongue touched his nape before the leopard alpha was gone. Nate took off into the kitchen giving chase, but Sasha was nowhere to be found.
    Selene walked in, reholstering her gun. “Can you do me a favor, Nate?”
    “Sure, anything,” he replied as he held the screen door open for her. There was no use trying to hunt Sasha down. The man would be long gone by now.
    Selene glanced at him, and then her eyes lowered to Nate’s groin. “The next time I have my gun drawn, and you have a pussycat pressing his claws into your throat, try not to get so goddamn excited.” She walked out with a scowl on her face. Nate followed her, an erection in his jeans so hard it was painful.
    “Where to now?” Selene asked.
    “We need to find Detective Dayton. I want to know how he got that list of names to begin with.”
    Selene stopped walking and looked up at him. “Graham betrayed us, Nate. I would think it was him who provided the names of our pack members. The alpha of the werehyenas had pictures of pack members in various stages of shifting. If you ask me, between Graham and Tyson, the detective didn’t have to do much work to get that information together.”
    Nate watched as Selene ran a hand over her short, black, pixie-like hair, frustration in her eyes. His hard-on hadn’t diminished in the slightest. He was just as hot for Selene as he was for Sasha. It made a very peculiar situation for him. It was very tempting to tell her how he felt, but she was an enforcer and Nate was in charge of her. He didn’t want to take advantage of his position, and he couldn’t find the nerve to tell her.
    Yeah, big bad Nate was a chickenshit when it came to little five-foot-three Selene.
    “Rick told us to steer clear of Tyson. The werehynena alpha is up to something other than trying to take over our territory. Rick isn’t sure what it is, but his orders were to keep away from him.”
    “But he started all of this,” Selene argued.
    “No,” Nate disagreed as they headed back to his truck. “The humans started all of this. It didn’t help that there were people willing to hand us over on a silver platter, but it was the president who ordered our extermination. It was a corrupt judge and an even more corrupt detective who tried to frame Dorian and Rick for those murders down at the waterfront. What we need to do right now is go back to Larry’s and figure out how he was cataloging changelings. That information needs to be destroyed.”
    Selene climbed into the passenger seat.
    “We need to find Detective Dayton and get that list,” Nate repeated.
    “I