Last Call: Tequila Sunrise

Moira Rogers

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Last Call: Tequila Sunrise

Moira Rogers

Werewolf Evelyn Smith loves her boyfriend, Kieran. Some people find it odd that an
alpha female would choose a weaker mate, but Evelyn is willing to ignore her

occasional cravings for submission when the reward is a fulfilling life with a man
who loves her.

Kieran Rhys doesn’t mind the mocking jibes of his pack, but knowing the woman he

loves has needs he can’t meet drives him crazy. After months of coaxing, he’s finally
convinced Evelyn to accompany him to Last Call. If he can’t give his lover what she
needs, he’ll find someone to help him.

Tequila Sunrise: Looking for domination.

Unrequited love has been hard on Zack Elliott. Even if the object of his desire

returned his feelings, she’s a fragile human whose body couldn’t withstand the force
of his needs. Evelyn and Kieran seem like the perfect solution, especially when he
realizes the one thing they need is the one thing he’s been holding back for far too

long -- absolute domination.

Chapter One

Kieran scanned the floor at Last Call and wondered, not for the first time, which

of the men in the crowd would be the one to fuck his girlfriend.

Next to him, Eve argued with the bartender, her voice husky and nervous. “I’m

not discounting tradition. I just wonder about the symbolism.”

“You’d have to ask the owner, ma’am. But it’s a drink with layers. A top and a

bottom.”

Eve’s cheeks heated, and Kieran heard the way her heart raced even over the

loud music and the noise from the dance floor. “Oh.”

“Do you want to order one?”

The flashing lights hurt his eyes, and the music was loud enough to rattle even

normal eardrums. His supersensitive ones were starting to question the wisdom of

coming to the club.

Still, it had taken him the better part of six months to convince Eve to come with

him, and he wasn’t going to leave without getting what he’d come for. So he turned and

glanced at the menu in Eve’s trembling hand. “The Sunrise means you’re looking for a

top, right?” At the bartender’s nod, Kieran pulled out his wallet. “What’s your name?”

It must have been an odd request, because the man fidgeted a little. “Bernie.”

“Well, Bernie.” He pulled out his gold card and held it out between two fingers,

trying to ignore the way Eve held herself rigidly at his side. “We’ll need two.”

The bartender glanced at Eve, whose breathing had turned a little unsteady,

before turning his attention back to Kieran. “You don’t need two unless you’re both

participating. Just to avoid misunderstandings.”

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As nervous as Eve was, she couldn’t hide the longing in her eyes. Kieran grasped

her hand and smiled reassuringly. “We do everything together, Bernie. We’ll need two

drinks.”

The bartender turned away, and Eve’s fingers tightened almost painfully around

his. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered. “If this doesn’t go well… I don’t want

to risk losing you over something silly.”

He drew her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “It’s not silly. It’s

something you need. And you can’t lose me, love. Not over this. So we’ll do it

together.”

“Thank you.” Her gaze caught his, and she stared at him as if no one else existed

as the bartender’s voice cut through the music, spilling out of the speakers to announce

to the patrons of the club that the couple at the bar had ordered a pair of Tequila

Sunrises.

Eve was a strong werewolf -- it was the reason they were at Last Call, after all --

and her sudden tense nervousness evidenced itself in a prickling wave of power that

spilled out from her and raised the hair on the back of his neck.

The wolf inside him whined. He steeled himself against the urge to submit to

her, to roll over and show his belly, even in a figurative sense. He was used to it, to

fighting the instinct to cringe when Eve was wound up or displeased.

More than a few people had abandoned their dancing in favor of watching the

events unfold at the bar, and Kieran felt the appraising weight of their stares as he

handed Eve her drink and lifted his own. He knew what they were thinking; it was

nothing less than what he heard from his own pack all the time.

You don’t belong together.

He raised his glass in a toast and arched an eyebrow at Eve. “Tonight is for both

of us,” he whispered. “No regrets.”

“No regrets,” she agreed in a quiet, tense whisper before tipping her drink back.

* * *

They didn’t belong together.

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Zack Elliot absently swirled the remaining beer in his bottle, every bit of his

attention riveted to the couple on the dais in the middle of the bar.

The woman was gorgeous. Nothing as refined as pretty could accurately describe

her earthy, exotic beauty, from the dark hair pulled up behind her head to the flare of

her hips under the flowing, brightly-patterned dress she wore.

Power radiated from her, a fierce dominance that made him want to bare his

teeth and bite her. His hand tightened around his bottle, and he set it down on the

nearest table. The last thing he wanted was to end up in the bathroom, picking glass

slivers out of his hand.

The blond man sitting next to her was obviously incapable of handling the power

inside her. His body language said it all, from the slight slump of his shoulders to the

way he hunched a little, as if trying to keep his head lower than hers in spite of his four-

inch height advantage.

Zack had seen it before, though not often, and almost never with a woman this

strong. The fact that she was there, desperate for a man who could challenge her, wasn’t

surprising. The fact that the man beside her seemed willing to go along with it, even

participate… That was different.

She turned, and the full force of her power hit Zack as her eyes found his. There

was nothing submissive there, nothing but wild strength and a need for someone just as

strong. A craving for somebody stronger, somebody to take the burden of control away

from her, if only for a few hours.

If it had just been the woman, Zack would already have her room key in his

pocket and his hand at her back, urging her toward the elevator. She was exactly what

he’d been looking for -- a woman who could handle the dominant wolf inside him.

He’d kept him penned for far too long, denying the wild in favor of the civilized.

It was driving him crazy.

But it wasn’t just the woman looking for domination tonight. The man beside her

drained the last bit of his drink, reminding Zack that the two were a package deal. Then

the man turned, following the woman’s line of sight, and caught Zack’s stare.

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The blond man looked away immediately.

Well, why the fuck not? Zack arched one eyebrow at the woman, and held her gaze

as he approached the bar.

She didn’t look away, but she did shift to the side, a subtle move that put her in

front of the man. Whether he was strong enough for her or not, it was obvious she’d

long since staked her claim. He belonged to her, and she’d protect him, even if the look

she’d leveled on Zack had already begun to shift from angry challenge to hot invitation.

The mixed signals would be easy enough to sort out upstairs. He stepped up in

front of her, his eyes fixed on hers as he reached behind her to rest his hand on the

man’s shoulder. “Give me the key.”

The blond man stiffened for a second, then turned and rose from the stool.

“Eve?” His voice held a trace of an accent, probably British. “Is this okay with you?”

“Don’t ask her,” Zack ordered. “Tell her. Yes or no.”

The man cleared his throat and leaned closer to the woman before murmuring,

“Let’s go upstairs.”

She stayed frozen for just long enough to make him wonder if she could give in.

The tension between them twisted tighter and she lifted her chin in a gesture of

defiance, though who it was aimed at was anyone’s guess. Then she slid from the stool,

the split skirt of her dress sliding open to give him a momentary flash of tanned skin

luscious enough to make his hands clench. “Fine,” she whispered. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Zack took the key and led the pair toward the back of the club, his smile growing

with every step. He could give them what they needed, take what he needed, and be

done with it. No more tight leash on the wolf inside. And when he was exhausted,

sated, maybe he could get his head on straight again.

* * *

Even with Kieran at her side, every step Eve took toward the elevators at the end

of the hallway felt like a betrayal. It wasn’t her intentions, exactly; she’d mostly come to

terms with what they were going to do. What shocked and embarrassed her was the

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strength of her need, and the fact that the strange man guiding them to the room made

her body feel empty and aching with just the brush of his power.

Kieran stopped beside the elevator, his hand still wrapped firmly around hers.

The man called the elevator and studied them long enough to make Eve fidget. Then he

spoke. “I’m Zack.”

Even his voice called to her, or to the wolf inside. She’d struggled against her

instincts for so long it was hard to tell where she stopped and the wolf began.

Confusion filled her voice with husky challenge when she replied. “I’m Evelyn. Eve.

This is Kieran.”

Kieran cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you.”

Zack laughed. “Awful polite, all things considered.”

“I try to be at all times.”

The elevator door slid open, and Kieran put a hand to her back as they stepped

in. Zack rubbed his chin and moved to lean against the opposite wall while Kieran

swiped the room card and pressed closer to Eve’s side. “You two going to make it?” The

man’s voice had dropped to a low rumble that weakened Eve’s knees.

The wolf rose to the surface without warning, drawn by the allure of Zack’s

strength. Eve straightened and let her gaze drop to his feet, then dragged it slowly up

his body, impressed in spite of herself by the hard muscles showcased to such effect by

his casual jeans and shirt. When she reached his eyes again she smiled, all mocking

challenge. “You’re not that impressive,” she lied.

He just laughed again, then reached out and hauled her to him, spinning her so

her back hit his chest. “I never said I was.”

It left her staring at Kieran, and the tense, wary expression on his face cut

through any satisfaction she got from the way Zack curled around her. “Are you okay?”

Kieran opened his mouth, but it was Zack who answered. “He doesn’t know

whether to kick my ass or curl up in a ball on the floor. What he doesn’t get yet is that

he doesn’t have to do either.”

For one miserable moment, no one moved.

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Kieran shot off the wall and pressed his body against Eve’s. “I’m okay,” he

whispered, then covered her mouth with his in a rough, possessive kiss. Arousal

returned in full force, enhanced by the hard wall of Zack’s chest at her back and

Kieran’s lean body rubbing against her as he thrust his tongue past her lips and

swallowed her moan.

Zack moved his hands to her waist, giving her the freedom to lift one arm and

curl her fingers in Kieran’s short hair. Zack’s fingers tightened on her hips and she felt

the gentle scratch of stubble against her neck. Warm breath tickled against her skin,

followed by the quick, sharp nip of teeth.

If she hadn’t been pinned between both men, her knees might have given out.

Eve didn’t even realize the elevator had stopped until Zack lifted his mouth to

her ear. “Get your ass to the room. Now. Both of you.”

Kieran raised his head, his blue eyes dark and hazy with desire. “Come on, Eve.

We both need this.”

We both need this. The wolf inside howled her agreement as she curled her fingers

around Kieran’s arm and all but dragged him from the elevator. She wasn’t sure what

she needed, but whatever it was, Zack would give it to her. To them both.

* * *

Kieran’s heart pounded, and his hand shook as he opened the door to their room.

God only knew what would happen, but the scene with Zack in the elevator had

calmed his anxieties.

He wasn’t sure what he’d anticipated. Perhaps he’d thought the alpha who

joined them would want him to sit and watch, to hold his instinctive reactions inside as

another man dominated and pleasured his girlfriend.

The thought hadn’t really appealed to him.

Zack, however, seemed to expect his participation. Kieran’s mouth went dry. If

he could be part of it, part of satisfying Eve, then he wouldn’t feel so…

So inadequate.

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The door swung open, and Kieran smiled at Eve and their companion. “Would

anyone like a drink?”

Eve didn’t respond. She prowled past him with an expression he recognized all

too well, tense and edgy and a tiny bit dangerous. The wolf was riding her hard, a

situation that had always been impossible to manage before now.

Zack walked past him and sat on the bed to remove his shoes. “Nothing for me,

thanks.” He tossed his boots and socks beside the liquor cabinet and nodded to Kieran.

“Shut the door and help Eve undress.”

He locked the door and cleared his throat. “Usually when she’s like this, she

prefers to --”

Zack arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask, Kieran. Do it or I will.”

Even though he was a werewolf himself, sometimes Kieran forgot how fast Eve

could move. A hair-raising growl filled the room as she shouldered in front of him,

protective anger in every line of her body. “He’s mine. Don’t talk to him like that.”

Zack rose and stalked over, stopping mere inches away from Eve. “You both

ordered drinks downstairs,” he reminded her. “That makes him mine tonight.” He

glanced over her shoulder and met Kieran’s eyes. “‘Watermelon.’ Say it, either of you,

and everything stops. But, until then, you do what I say, when I say.”

Eve practically vibrated with tension and rage, and Kieran lifted a hand to the

back of her neck. Slowly, he let his fingers drift down to the zipper on her dress and

grasped the tab.

He only had to coax the zipper down a few inches before the fabric slipped from

Eve’s left shoulder. The bra revealed was one he’d bought for her with the money from

his last advance, sinfully expensive silk that hugged her curves so perfectly his breath

caught in his throat. He coaxed the bra strap down and lowered his mouth to her bared

shoulder. The taste of her skin and the smell of her arousal pulled a growl from him.

Zack hummed in approval and pulled at Eve’s hair, tilting her head back.

“You’re angry with me, Eve,” he whispered against her mouth, then licked her lip. “But

you’re so turned on you’re about to come right now, aren’t you?”

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“Yes.” It was low and soft, an admission that seemed torn from her against her

will, but she shimmied a little and the dress slipped from her other shoulder and

slithered to the floor, leaving her standing in a pool of colorful silk.

Kieran slipped one hand around Eve’s hip and down, edging under her panties.

Then he stopped and raised his eyes. His human side balked at seeking approval from

Zack, but the rest of him needed it.

Zack looked down and placed his own hand over Kieran’s, urging his fingers

lower. “Touch her,” he commanded, his voice low, and Kieran gritted his teeth when

his fingertips reached the unbelievable wetness between her thighs.

She moaned and arched her body, pressing into his touch hungrily. He knew her

body well enough to know she was already close, a truth confirmed by the way she

reached back and curled her fingers around the back of his neck. “Harder. More.”

Zack jerked the silk and lace away from one breast and cupped her naked flesh.

He bent his head and closed his mouth over her dusky nipple, and Eve shuddered in

Kieran’s arms. She did it again when Kieran rubbed his fingers firmly over her clit and

thrust against her ass, letting her feel the hot, hard length of his cock through his

clothes.

“Baby --” Her fingers tightened until he felt the sting of her fingernails against

the sensitive skin of his neck. “Take your clothes off,” she whispered, the words low

and commanding. The hot press of her power against him made his wolf want to

whimper and obey without question.

Shock nearly made him stumble back when Zack growled and yanked Kieran’s

hand out of Eve’s panties. “No. He doesn’t do what you say. Not tonight.”

His sweet little girlfriend bared her teeth and snarled. Zack just grinned lazily,

and Kieran’s blood heated to a boil, hardening his cock to the point of pain. “Better

mind what he says, love,” he whispered in her ear. “If you can handle it.”

Chapter Two

Eve was beyond snarly, and Zack was ready for one of them to bust out the safe

word. But instead of calling a halt to the sex, Kieran seemed to get off on watching Eve

squirm.

And why wouldn’t he? Ego was a tricky thing for men anyway. Add in an entire

level of animal behavior, and things got confusing real fast. If Zack’s suspicions were

right, Kieran was going to enjoy Eve’s submission as much as she did.

“Take off your clothes, Kieran,” he said finally. “And lie down on the bed.” He

watched Eve as her boyfriend moved to comply. Her gaze followed his movements,

and her breathing grew ragged as Kieran’s shirt hit the floor and he reached for his

pants.

Her fingers curled into fists, but when she jerked her gaze to Zack’s face, the

anger was gone. In its place he saw confusion, and need, and frustration so intense it

made her tremble. “He’s mine to protect.”

He framed her face with his hands and leaned down to bite her lip again. “Give

it to me for a little while, Eve,” he coaxed softly. “Just for the night. Let me protect both

of you.”

The nervous energy around her calmed as her eyes drifted shut, and she gave a

tiny nod. “For tonight.”

Kieran stretched out on the bed, and Zack stepped behind Eve and unhooked her

bra. “What do you do at home?” He smoothed the pricey lingerie off her body and

tossed it to the floor. “Do you suck his cock?”

She shivered, but her voice held all the arrogance of an alpha werewolf. “Until he

begs me to let him come.”

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Judging from the hard-on Kieran was sporting already, that was often. Zack

ignored his own burgeoning erection and guided her to the bed. “Do it now. Nice and

slow, with your ass in the air, and maybe I’ll fuck you. Maybe.”

She didn’t resist as he pushed her gently forward. She planted her knees on

either side of Kieran’s legs and bent over him, giving Zack a mouth-watering view of

those shapely hips and her ass encased in flimsy, expensive silk.

Kieran groaned at the first touch of her tongue to his cock, and Zack grinned as

he dragged his shirt over his head and reached for his belt. She’d submit to him and,

before the end of the night, to Kieran, as well.

He dropped his jeans and boxers and climbed on the bed behind Eve. She was

teasing Kieran, caressing his cock with long, leisurely licks, and Zack gripped her hip.

Her skin was hot under his mouth as he leaned over and licked a wet line up her spine.

Kieran watched, biting his lip and arching up into her mouth. He caught Zack’s

gaze and laughed, then slipped a hand into Eve’s hair and unclipped the dark mass. It

fell around her face, shining and smelling of citrus.

Zack nudged her hair aside and bit the back of her neck. Her breath hissed out

sharply, and her entire body went tense, almost trembled. She started to pull back, but

Kieran wrapped a hand in her hair and shook his head. “Don’t stop, love.”

An aroused whimper escaped her, and Zack caught the waistband of her panties

with his thumb as he straightened. “You’re a tease, Eve. I like that.” He pulled the silk

halfway down her ass, then moved off the bed.

This time the noise she made was one of frustration. She started to lift her head

again, but Kieran pulled her hair more firmly. Tension filled the room, along with a

skittering, nervous power, and it wasn’t hard for Zack to figure out the problem. Eve

might get off on the idea of Kieran calling the shots, but her wolf had other ideas.

Zack stood by the bed and stroked her back for a second, then slapped her ass

hard. She jerked her head around and glared, but her body betrayed her by rocking

toward him, her back arched in submission. She turned back to Kieran without having

to be told, and this time her movements were far more purposeful. The head of his cock

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disappeared between her full lips, which looked hot as hell wrapped around the shaft

as she sucked him with what looked like impressive dedication.

Zack groaned and fought the urge to stroke his own cock in time with the

bobbing of her head. Instead, he pinched her nipple and opened the nightstand to pull

out a condom. “That’s it, Eve. Keep it up. Don’t stop until one of us tells you to.”

He dragged her panties down her legs and eased them over her shoes, then

moved back into position behind her. He closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out

everything but Kieran’s moans of encouragement and pleasure. It would be too easy to

stroke his hands down the wicked curves of Eve’s body and picture paler skin, lighter

hair…

He forced his eyes open just as he thrust into her pussy. He’d never fucked a

woman while pretending she was someone else, and he wasn’t going to start now.

* * *

Eve loved going down on Kieran. She had a fondness for oral sex in general,

which could have something to do with the fact Kieran was a genius with his tongue.

But as good as it felt to have him drive her into insanity with his clever mouth and

dexterous fingers, she loved going down on him more, because that was when he talked

to her, when he used his ability with words to twist her into a frenzy of need until she

climbed into his lap and rode him to collapse.

She’d left frantic need behind ten minutes ago. Kieran’s fingers twisted in her

hair, pulling hard enough to show dominance, and even the feeling of Zack’s cock

sinking into her body wasn’t as hot as the idea of Kieran pulling her hair, of Kieran

slapping her ass and driving into her until she felt full and completely vulnerable under

the onslaught of sensation.

He twisted under her and moaned. “Faster,” he whispered. “More. I want to

come in your mouth.”

Zack bent his mouth to her back again, pressing parted lips to her spine, his

steady, hard thrusts keeping time with her rhythm as she sucked Kieran. He spoke low

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against her back. “She wants you to do this, Kieran. To ride her like this.” He landed

another firm, stinging smack to the side of her ass. “To own her.”

Just the thought of it nearly pushed her over the edge. She fisted her fingers in the

quilt on either side of Kieran’s hips and held on for dear life. It was hard to keep up the

rhythm of the blowjob with the distraction of Zack’s cock plunging into her, wishing

Kieran wasn’t too much of a gentleman to thrust into her mouth.

“Would you like that, Eve?” Kieran ground out, pulling her hair harder. “Fast, a

little rough, with me yanking your head back and ordering you not to come until I said

you could?”

Her body clenched at the image his words painted, and she groaned. She swirled

her tongue around his cock once before lifting her head just enough to speak. “Yes.

God, yes.”

Zack groaned. “Keep talking, Kieran --”

“I think about fucking your mouth.” Kieran’s voice cut through the command,

tickling her ears and twisting the need inside her even higher. “Fucking your mouth

while I eat your pussy. Making you come with my cock and my tongue inside you at

the same time.”

It was too much. Tiny tremors started somewhere inside her, set her whole body

to shaking as she threw her head back with a hoarse cry. Release rode her hard, making

her pant for breath as hot pleasure flooded her body and she clenched around Zack’s

cock.

Zack rocked through her orgasm, then slid his arms under her shoulders and

pulled her up against his chest. Kieran sat up and trailed his tongue over her stomach

and up to her breasts, one hand skating down to tease her clit as Zack began to move

again.

“Kier --” It came out as a breathless whimper, her body trapped between the

aftermath of climax and a fresh surge of pleasure. She strained against Zack’s arms,

whimpering as she pressed her open mouth against Kieran’s forehead. “Kiss me, kiss

me --”

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He rose to his knees and grabbed the back of her head. When he kissed her, his

tongue conquered hers, slick and teasing. Zack bit her neck again, then brushed his lips

over her ear. “Come again. Then I want to watch Kieran fuck you until you scream.”

She groaned against Kieran’s mouth and curled her fingers around his shoulders,

clinging to him as the sharp angle of Zack’s thrusts stoked the fire inside her. Kieran’s

fingers continued their clever little circles, rubbing her clit in the way he knew got her

off.

It was too much sensation -- too much pleasure -- to keep distinct. She was

surrounded by the smell of male wolf, of sex. Zack’s energy shivered over her skin,

taming the wolf inside with his strength.

But even that wasn’t distinct, not with Kieran curled around her, too. Their scents

mixed, their energy twined together, and the wolf gave way to the woman with a

confused whimper. Hot anticipation skittered up her spine as she tore her mouth away

from Kieran’s and offered him the vulnerable arch of her neck, a gesture of submission

the wolf was too sated to refuse.

He answered it with a growl and a hard snap of his teeth.

She came, hard, and there was nothing pretty or poetic about it. Her body

bucked between them as she struggled to choose between grinding herself against

Kieran’s fingers and pushing back against Zack’s cock. She panted. She whimpered.

Her nails dug into Kieran’s shoulder and she screamed, riding the clenching pleasure as

the world faded in a mess of slick skin and fingers and teeth and the feeling of being

well fucked.

Zack shuddered, and his fingers dug into her hips as he drove into her one last

time, a deep groan rumbling out of his chest. For a split second, satisfaction and pride

flashed in Kieran’s eyes, eclipsing the lust that still burned in them.

She collapsed into Kieran’s arms, and he covered her damp skin with soft kisses.

His cock still prodded her, hard and insistent, but his touch was gentle. Loving.

Zack panted behind them. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the

bathroom.

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Kieran kissed her temple. “Okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” She nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the sharp, masculine scent mixed

with sweat. “That was some dirty talking, baby. It was hot, too.”

He laughed. “You always like that.”

“Mmm. Lucky me, I have a man who likes words.” She licked the spot where his

pulse throbbed at the base of his throat, then closed her teeth lightly over it. “Maybe

you should write some dirty stories just for me. Read them to me when I go down on

you.”

“My editor might be a bit peeved, love,” he murmured. “You know how she gets

when she thinks I’m slacking off on handing her the next great American novel.”

The bathroom door opened, and Zack came out. He flashed them a grin as he

pulled on his shorts and dragged a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans. “I

half expected you two to be going at it.” He held out the pack and raised an eyebrow.

“Want a smoke?”

Kieran took two and lit them both with the silver lighter Zack handed him.

“Thanks.” He passed one cigarette to Eve and relaxed back against the pillows.

Zack sank into a chair by the wall with his own cigarette. “You’re a writer, huh?

What do you do, Eve?”

She rarely smoked, but now seemed to be a good time. She took a drag and

exhaled slowly. “I’m an engineer. What about you?”

“I’m a cop.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “Detective.”

It was a profession that suited his rugged strength. She inhaled from the cigarette

again before rolling over to set it in a small, discreet glass ashtray on the bedside table.

Kieran was still aroused, and the sight of him lounging back in bed with a

cigarette and a prominent erection stirred something that should have been tired by

now. She licked her lower lip and curled her fingers around his cock, stroking up

slowly as she turned to look at Zack. “Are you still the boss?” The idea that had

infuriated her a half hour ago made her hot now.

“’Til someone calls the whole thing off… yeah.”

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* * *

Eve stroked his cock again, and Kieran’s breath caught. Zack watched them

closely and arched an eyebrow. “I think I said something about you fucking her until

she screamed, Kieran. What do you think?”

He placed his cigarette next to hers and brushed her hair back from her face. “I

want it slow,” he whispered, his hips moving under her hand. “I want you to ride my

cock.”

Her gaze shifted from him to Zack and back. “Now?”

Zack hesitated, a teasing glint in his eyes, then tilted his head. “If Kieran wants.”

“Is that what you want, baby?” She was already moving, sliding to straddle him

and brace her hands against the headboard on either side of his shoulders. Her hair

tumbled forward again, tickling at his face as she rocked her hips once. She rubbed

against his cock, taunting him with the slick heat of her pussy and the memory of how

good it felt to be inside her.

“No.” His own words shocked him, and he stared at Eve when she drew back to

peer at him in confusion. He tightened his hands on her thighs. “Turn around.”

Heat flared in her eyes, along with more than a little challenge. It was hard not to

back down as she studied him with eyes that didn’t look quite human, but a few tense

heartbeats later she lifted her body and turned.

Across the room, Zack laughed. “Gnashing your teeth yet, Eve?”

Her body stiffened and Kieran heard her soft, unmistakable snarl. Zack sat up

straighter, and Kieran bit his lip. He couldn’t let Zack run the entire show, or he might

as well not be there at all. So he scratched his nails lightly down her back and gripped

her hips. “Move.”

She was usually graceful, but not tonight. Tonight she was almost clumsy; her

body trembled and it took her three tries to line their hips up. She hissed in a breath

when she finally got it, sinking down onto his cock hard and fast. Tight, clenching heat

surrounded him, and she rocked a little and whimpered when he inched that much

deeper.

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Kieran arched his neck, his head digging back into the pillows. The long, silky

drape of her hair beckoned, so Kieran gathered a handful and tugged lightly. “I said

slow, love.”

She moaned and rocked again, lifting up just a few inches before dropping to

grind against him. “I need you, Kieran. I need you.”

“I know.” He focused on the curve of her hip under his hand and the heat of her

body around his. He barely noticed when Zack rose and approached.

But Eve noticed. She stiffened with another low snarl and stopped moving.

“What?”

Zack stopped a few feet from the bed and eyed her, bemused. “Got a problem,

Eve?”

“I don’t want to fuck him while you laugh at me.”

Kieran froze as something stormy and wild gathered in Zack’s eyes. Then he

blinked and it was gone. “I guess I’ve worn out my welcome, then.” He grabbed his

jeans and shook his head. “Good luck with your thing.”

“Wait.” Kieran rose up until his chest pressed to Eve’s back. “You can’t go.

There’s --” He bit off a curse. If Zack left, they’d be right back at square one. “There’s

got to be something we can do.”

Zack just shook his head again. “Lady doesn’t want me here.”

Eve made a frustrated noise and turned her head until her face was tucked

against his cheek. “It’s not funny,” she whispered. “I fight myself and I can’t control it

and it’s not funny.”

Kieran could hear Zack grinding his teeth. “I wasn’t laughing at you. But I don’t

know what you want me to do.”

Kieran stroked the side of her neck and murmured nonsense until her breathing

evened. “Lie down, Eve.” It was a gamble. He didn’t want to upset her further, but he

hadn’t yet gotten what he’d come for. “Do it, love.”

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She seemed almost relieved as she lifted slowly away from him and relaxed back

against the bed. “I don’t want you to go, Zack. I’m just feeling… a little stupid. And it’s

making me mean. I’m sorry.”

The tense line of Zack’s shoulders relaxed. “It’s all right.” He cast a quizzical

look at Kieran. “What do you have in mind?”

He smiled and nodded to the cabinet at Zack’s side. “Are there any restraints in

that thing?”

Eve sucked in a breath next to him, her sudden excitement impossible to miss

with her racing heartbeat echoing in his ears. Zack must have heard it, as well, because

he grinned. “I like the way you think, Kieran.” He turned and opened the cabinet.

Kieran leaned down to kiss Eve as Zack rummaged through the cabinet.

“Anything you’re not okay with?”

“I just want you.” Her fingers curled around the back of his head and she kissed

him hard.

The bed dipped, and Kieran looked up to find Zack there with a set of fur-lined

leather cuffs. “Here.”

Kieran took them and kissed Eve again as he pulled her wrists above her head

and toward the decorative but functional iron loops extending from the headboard. He

buckled the cuffs around her wrists, trapping her.

He watched as she tested the restraints, a soft tug at first and then a jerk. He

knew the strength that existed in her deceptively slender arms, but the bed and cuffs

had been designed to hold stronger creatures than werewolves. The iron loops rattled a

little against the headboard but held fast, and Eve let out a soft moan and closed her

eyes.

He beckoned Zack with a look. He nodded and dropped his pants again, but left

his boxers on. He stretched out on the other side of Eve and caressed her arm and side.

“You’re in charge, Kieran,” Zack murmured. “What now?”

Kieran returned his smile and curled a hand around Eve’s hip. “Now we make

her forget about the dominance games.”

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* * *

Zack doubted Kieran’s plan would work. He expected Eve to break out the safe

word as soon as he touched her again, but all she did when he pressed his lips to her

shoulder was suck in a breath and arch into his touch.

Kieran’s hand bumped against his, and Zack blazed a wet trail down to Eve’s

breast as Kieran kissed her again, swallowing the soft moan he felt rise up in her. She

jerked and trembled under their hands and mouths, her panting breaths loud in the

quiet room.

The power encased in her body flared with her next moan, spilling out in a

scalding wave that should have been a challenge. It had been the last time, a brittle,

defensive challenge that had annoyed him more than anything else. The hurt pride was

gone now, replaced by lust and need and the sort of confidence that made her an alpha

to begin with.

She tore her mouth from Kieran’s and issued a gasping command. “Fuck me,

Kieran.”

The look he flashed her was defiant, almost pleased. “No.”

For a second Zack thought she might get off on the denial alone. She growled

and arched her hips, and the iron loops rattled against the headboard again. “I want

you to fuck me.”

“When I’m ready, love.” He lowered his face to her neck and teased her with a

slight press of teeth.

Zack smiled against her skin. Even the power radiating off Eve couldn’t cow

Kieran, not this time. It seemed that this was what they’d both needed. He swiped his

tongue over her nipple and glanced up when Kieran moaned.

He was watching.

Zack smiled again and slid his fingers into the other man’s hair, pulling him

closer. He tilted his head in invitation and saw heat flare in Kieran’s eyes as his tongue

rasped over the firm swell of Eve’s breast to meet his.

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This time Eve whimpered, low and desperate. “That is the hottest thing I have

ever seen.”

They both groaned in answer, their tongues twining around the stiff peak of her

breast. Then Kieran caught Zack’s hand and guided it down to Eve’s pussy. Their

fingers slid together for a moment, then Zack stroked her clit as Kieran pushed his

fingers inside her.

Eve cried out and bucked against their hands, and the power between them

tightened to painful arousal. “Fuck, make me come, please… please --”

Zack bit her instinctively, his teeth scraping over her nipple and Kieran’s tongue.

The other man growled and moved his fingers harder, the heel of his hand bumping

Zack’s fingers with every thrust.

She just kept begging, whispering broken words as she twisted into their touch

and shook on the edge of a climax that seemed just out of her reach.

Kieran rose and bit her lip, then rasped in her ear, “Come.”

“Yes…” Her eyes locked with Zack’s, silently begging for permission.

He leaned up and brushed his lips over her other ear. “Kieran told you to come,”

he whispered. “Do it, Eve.”

The tension in the room released as Eve dug her head back into the pillows and

screamed. She came long and hard, writhing between them in a way that ground her

hip against his cock.

He hardened even more when she collapsed with a whimper and Kieran

brushed a soft kiss over the damp hair at her temple and murmured a soft endearment.

Zack jerked his hand back as Kieran climbed over her, staring down into her eyes as he

thrust his cock into her.

She wrapped her long legs around Kieran’s waist and rocked up into him with a

desperate little noise. For a few seconds they were lost in their own world, gazes locked

as Kieran ground her hips down against the bed.

Surprisingly, it was Eve who turned to look at him, her tongue darting out to wet

her lower lip. “What about you?”

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Even more surprisingly, he found himself reluctant to intrude on their

lovemaking. “I want to watch, remember?” He bent and nipped her earlobe. “No

laughing.”

* * *

Eve shuddered and turned her gaze back to Kieran, who stared down at her with

stark adoration. Her chest tightened as emotion rose in her, love mixed in with lust and

the desire to submit to him clashing with the need to challenge. It was that last need

which had tormented her for so long. She had to work so hard to repress it just to give

him some control during sex. But the need to issue orders was instinct, just as instinct

prompted Kieran to obey them without question, even when she didn’t necessarily

want him to.

But she didn’t need to fight it now. She let the soft growl work its way out of her

chest as she tightened her legs around him. “Hard and fast,” she demanded, knowing it

was the opposite of what he wanted.

“No,” he whispered with a soft smile. He drew back and filled her again, his

movements slow and deliberate.

It felt like magic. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, relaxing into the

sheer lack of responsibility. When she spoke this time, it was a plea. “Talk to me. Tell

me what you want to do. What you’re going to do.” Because finally, finally you won’t just

do whatever I tell you to…

Kieran laughed low in his throat, the sound playful and rough. “You want us

both to fuck you, don’t you, Eve? You won’t say it, but you do.”

She hadn’t really thought about it, but the idea was arousing enough to drive a

whimper from her. “Do you want to?”

He stroked his hands up her arms, all the way to the leather shackles binding her

wrists. “I want to.”

Eve fought a desperate groan. “How do you want to do it? Tell me. Tell me,

baby.”

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He plunged into her once, hard and quick, then stilled with his hips pressed tight

against hers. “I want you to ride me while Zack fucks your ass.”

Maybe she should have felt guilty at the twist of pure need that accompanied his

words. It was dirty and wicked and the sort of thing she’d never imagined wanting…

But God, it would be good.

Her eyes drifted open and she stared up at Kieran, lost in the heat in his gaze.

“Yes. I want that. I want it a lot.”

Kieran resumed his slow, easy rhythm, and Eve heard the soft snick of a lighter.

She and Kieran had been so wrapped up in each other they hadn’t noticed Zack

crossing the room and lighting a cigarette. Now he sat in a second chair by the bed,

watching them and stroking his cock.

She licked her lips and met his eyes. “Do you want to do it?”

He drew on his cigarette and smiled as he exhaled. “If I fuck you again, I want us

both inside you. I want to get you both off.”

Eve watched his hand as it smoothed up the length of his cock and shivered

before she looked back to Kieran and arched her hips into his next thrust. “He wants to

get us both off.”

The easy roll of Kieran’s hips stuttered even as he groaned. “So do I.”

“Then take me,” she whispered, curling her fingers into fists. She closed her eyes

and tilted her head back and gave in to the persistent pleasure. “Take me, Kieran. Make

us both crazy. Make us both come.”

He growled against her jaw, his muscles taut and straining. Eve heard Zack’s

breath hitch from across the room, then everything faded as Kieran let go, pounding

into her with abandon. It was hard and out of control, and at another time it might have

been too much. But every hard thrust pushed her closer to oblivion.

Orgasm slammed into her without warning, and the wolf inside gave in to the

pure masculine strength in Kieran’s lean body. For the first time in five years she let go

of everything and let Kieran drive her into limp, exhausted satisfaction.

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He collapsed on her, but she barely felt his weight before he rolled away,

nuzzling his face into her neck as he panted. “You need to rest now.”

Eve tugged at the cuffs with a sleepy frown. “Untie me?”

“Mmm.” He unbuckled the leather cuffs and rubbed at her wrists and arms. “I

love you, Eve.”

It took all of her energy to roll onto her side and settle her head on his shoulder.

“Love you, too. Sleep now. More hot dirty sex later.”

He laughed. “Yes, love. More dirty sex later.”

Chapter Three

Kieran took the cigarette Zack offered and bit back the question he longed to ask.

After several minutes of both of them listening to Eve’s slow, steady breathing,

Zack finally spoke. “Go ahead. Ask.”

Kieran couldn’t quite bring himself to be shocked. “I guess we’re both great

observers of human nature.” He rose and crossed to the small liquor cabinet that served

as a bar. “Whiskey?”

“A double.” He still stared broodingly at Eve.

Kieran cleared his throat as he filled a highball glass with a generous measure of

liquor. “Who is she?”

Zack arched an eyebrow. “You don’t fuck around, do you?”

“You told me to ask,” Kieran reminded him lightly as he passed him the

deceptively sturdy crystal glass. “And you seem terribly envious of me, but not overly

covetous of my girlfriend’s ass.” He sat down and took another drag from his bummed

cigarette. “So who is she?”

Zack drained half of the whiskey before answering. “Her name is --” He bit off

the words and finished his drink. “She’s a social worker. I met her on the job. Didn’t

think much of it, really. Then she moved into my building.”

“Mmm. A case of familiarity breeding anything but contempt.” Kieran clucked

his tongue and sipped his own whiskey. “Is she taken?”

“Worse.” Zack’s expression grew stormier. “She’s human.”

It explained so much, from his emotional detachment to his apparent envy.

“That’s a rough hand. How’re you going to play it?”

Zack’s gaze snapped to his, confused and a little alarmed. “What do you mean?”

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“I mean…” He stretched his legs out in front of him. “What are you going to do

about it?”

“I’m going to stay the fuck away from her.” Zack walked to the liquor cabinet

and refilled his glass. “I’ve got enough on my conscience without adding the fact that I

broke some sweet little thing in half because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.”

“‘But true love is a durable fire’,” Kieran quoted, swirling the whiskey in his

glass, “‘In the mind ever burning’.”

Zack’s glare turned murderous. “I may not be as educated as you, but I know

what I’m doing.”

“Of course. Forgive me.”

Eve made a sleepy noise of protest. “No fighting.”

“Not fighting, love.” Kieran winked at Zack and finished his cigarette. “I quoted

Raleigh at our friend here in a most pretentious fashion, so he told me what a snobbish

twat I am, and to mind my own business.”

“That is fighting,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow. “And you

started it.”

“A thousand apologies, then.”

Zack just shrugged. “I asked for it. Besides, a man’s got a right to be curious.”

Eve rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows, studying them both from

beneath the tousled fall of her hair. “How on earth does curiosity equal quoting

Raleigh?”

“Our friend here has a secret.” It was a risk, and Kieran knew Zack might think

he was making light of his predicament. But he and Eve weren’t the only ones who’d

come to Last Call because they needed something. “A woman.”

“A woman?” Eve had never been the judge of human nature that he was, and the

puzzled frown that tugged at her lips was downright adorable. He could almost see the

gears rumbling in her head as she pondered the possibilities, then discarded them all

with a tiny shrug. Her dark eyes fixed on Zack, looking completely serious. “What do

you need?”

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“I don’t need anything,” he rasped.

Kieran shook his head. “We can’t give him what he needs, Eve. All we can do…”

He ran a hand over Zack’s bare back, surprised by the thrill of desire that heated his

own blood. “All we can do is satisfy the wolf.”

“I know.” Her voice was low, husky and deliciously wicked as she repeated the

same words, this time infused with a world of promise. “What do you need?”

“I need…” He shuddered under Kieran’s hand. “I need to be who I am. What I

am.”

Eve sat up slowly, letting the sheet slip to her waist as she reached up and caught

Kieran’s hand. Her eyes found his and she smiled as she guided his hand slowly up and

over Zack’s shoulder, then down, skating over the planes of his chest. Their fingers

twined together as she coaxed his hand lower, over the tense, trembling muscles of

Zack’s abdomen and finally the hard shaft of his cock. The sound he made was half

groan, half growl.

They stroked him once, together, before Eve wet her lips and leaned forward to

brush them over Zack’s shoulder. “I’m strong enough to take anything you can give

me,” she whispered, her gaze still fixed on Kieran’s. He watched as her tongue snuck

out to taste the other man’s flesh and she squeezed her hand, forcing their fingers

tighter around Zack’s cock. “And Kieran’s so hot when he begs.”

Kieran kept his gaze on hers and followed suit, drawing his tongue over the side

of Zack’s neck. “Eve does it all the time. Teases me until I lose my mind.” Zack’s pulse

pounded even harder, and he groaned again. “You could tease us both now, love.

Couldn’t you?”

Her laughter curled around them both. “Baby, I think you should check out that

cabinet. Find some lube. And a vibrator. If I’m going to tease an alpha werewolf until he

loses his mind, you’re going to make sure I’m ready and begging for it by the time he

fucks me.”

She’d reverted right back to alpha form, but Kieran only smiled and moved to

obey. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Zack growled. “We’re getting things a little backwards here…”

“So stop me.”

“I…” His voice failed, and he frowned. “I don’t want to.”

Kieran pulled open the cabinet and sorted through the numerous toys and

accessories. “You heard the man, Eve.”

* * *

Zack’s frown deepened as Eve stroked her hand along his cock again, her touch

light and gentle. “When’s the last time someone took care of your needs?”

How long had it been? He couldn’t remember. “I don’t do a lot of socializing.

And I don’t have a -- a pack…” His words trailed off as his cock jerked in her hand. “I

don’t know.”

Wet heat enveloped his earlobe, followed by the sting of teeth. “I’m going to give

you one hell of a blowjob, but you have to decide if you want to lie back and enjoy it, or

help Kieran get me ready for how hard I want you to fuck me.”

Her words and touch sent soft shivers up his spine, magnified by Kieran’s quiet,

aroused laugh. “I’ll help him. If you can take it.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” She slid her hand up to the middle of his chest and

pushed slightly, urging him back on the bed. Once he was settled she grinned at him

and moved to straddle his chest, wiggling her hips enticingly as she bent over and set to

work on his cock with her mouth.

Zack arched into Eve’s mouth as Kieran came back to the bed, one knee pressing

into the mattress. He hummed approvingly and ran his hand down her back and over

her ass. “Bad girl,” he laughed, then smiled at Zack and offered his hand.

He took it and placed it high on the curve of Eve’s ass. “Tell me what she likes.”

Zack and Eve both moaned when Kieran leaned down to answer. “Put your

tongue in her pussy.”

When he lifted his head and drew his tongue around the slick wetness of her

inner lips, she groaned and wiggled closer, straining into his touch greedily.

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He felt Kieran’s fingers brush his face as they slipped between them to ply Eve’s

clit. She moaned again, the sound vibrating over his cock, and he thrust into the depths

of her mouth.

She lifted her head after a few more seconds and panted for breath. “I need it,

Kieran… please. Sh-show him --”

“Yes, darling.” He urged Zack’s head back and raised the small bottle of lube

he’d fetched from the cabinet. Zack watched, fascinated, as Kieran warmed the liquid in

his palm, then slicked it between her ass cheeks, lingering until she gasped.

Kieran didn’t have to tell him what to do next. Zack lifted the slim vibrator and

stroked it over her slippery skin. “Yes?”

Her quiet moan as she returned her mouth to his cock was answer enough.

Kieran rubbed her clit with his thumb and watched as Zack prodded her ass with the

vibrator, pressing it inside, slowly and gently. She tensed a little at first, but soon she

was rocking back, her whimpers vibrating against him every time he worked the slim

silver toy inside her.

When Kieran stilled his hand, Zack growled and flicked the base with his thumb

to turn it on. It began to vibrate, and Kieran licked a path up Eve’s back as she lifted her

head and cried out.

He felt her panting breaths against his cock before she dropped her head and bit

his thigh, muffling another sharp noise against his skin. A moment later, he heard

Kieran and Eve kissing, then felt both their mouths on his cock. He groaned and thrust

his fingers inside Eve’s pussy as he rasped an order. “Don’t stop. Either of you.”

They didn’t. One mouth slid over the tip of his cock, hot and wet, but it was

impossible to tell whose it was until he heard Eve’s murmured, breathless

encouragement in between soft licks of his shaft. “Suck him, baby. God, he’s fucking me

so good, so deep. Just like you showed him, just like I like it.”

Kieran drew him deeper with a soft groan, and Zack arched up to their mouths.

He couldn’t hold out for much longer, not under the twin assault of two people

determined to make him come. “Fuck. Fuck.”

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“Stop --” It was Eve’s voice, hoarse and shaking. “I want to fuck you. I want to

fuck both of you.”

Zack pulled the vibrator away carefully and tossed it on the bed. It took him a

moment to catch his breath, then he rasped. “Sit on the edge of the bed, Kieran, with

Eve on top of you.” The only thing in his mind was release, for all three of them.

“Now.”

* * *

Eve had forgotten all of the deeply reasoned justifications for why she was here,

crawling into her boyfriend’s lap while a strange man watched. Her legs trembled as

her knees hit the bed on either side of Kieran’s hips. She clutched at his shoulders and

lifted her body, so hungry for him that she whimpered. “Help me, please.”

Kieran growled and gripped her hips, lifting her until he could thrust his cock

into her pussy. Then he lay back with a groan, bringing her with him. “It’s going to feel

so fucking good when you come, love.”

“I’m going to ride you,” she whispered, bracing her hands on either side of his

head. “And you’re going to watch Zack ride me.”

Zack stepped up, his slick hands massaging her ass. The head of his cock was

bigger than the vibrator had been, and he hissed in a breath. “Stop me or tell me to slow

down or something --”

“I can take it.” She curled her hands in the blanket and ground down against

Kieran until the base of his shaft rubbed against her clit. The pleasure shook through

her body, making it easy to rock back and force Zack deeper. She wanted this, wanted

to be overwhelmed and ridden, fast and maybe a little too hard.

When Zack didn’t thrust all the way into her, she growled and whipped her head

around, not bothering to stop the giddy flood of power that spilled from her along with

her challenging words. “I can take anything you can give me, so fuck me already.”

He tugged her head back with a low growl and slapped her ass with his other

hand. “If you ask nicely.”

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She groaned as heat spread through her, illicit and all the better for it. “Should I

ask nicely, Kieran?”

He gritted his teeth and arched a little, his eyes gleaming. “I think you should

beg, Eve.”

Begging was on the schedule, but Eve had no intention of giving in so soon. Zack

needed the challenge, the triumph, as much as she needed the chance to surrender. “I

think he should make me beg.”

A heartbeat passed, and Zack thrust into her -- hard. The brief discomfort gave

way to pleasure when his hips pushed her down against Kieran again, who lifted a

hand to pinch her nipple lightly.

She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck me, Zack. Fuck us.”

She’d have bruises from the way he gripped her hips, but she didn’t care,

especially when he and Kieran began to move against her, back and forth, a rocking

grind that had her digging her teeth into her lip.

Kieran shook and moaned. “You’re beautiful, Eve. You feel so good.”

“So do you,” she panted, forcing her eyes open again. She stared down at Kieran,

her gaze caressing the familiar planes of his face as the pleasure twisted tighter. “I

needed this so bad, baby. I needed…”

“I know,” he choked. “Me too, love.”

Zack leaned over her and bit the back of her shoulder. “You’re both fucking hot.”

Her head slammed back into Zack’s shoulder and she cried out, the last shreds of

concentration lost in primal pleasure. She was surrounded by the strong, masculine

scent of male wolves and the feeling of their power, a gentle warmth from Kieran that

steadied her against the blaze of Zack’s strength.

The contrasting sensations were the best part. Kieran’s gentle hands on her body,

coaxing as he rocked up into her. Zack’s firm grip on her hair as he pulled her head

back and bit her again, demanding her surrender. They’d found some sort of rocking

rhythm, Zack pushing into her ass with firm thrusts that forced her down into Kieran’s

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grinding advances. It was slow and intense, and Eve knew that when she came, it

would be hard and long and so good she might not be able to take it.

And she loved every second of it.

Zack reached past her to grab Kieran’s hair, dragging his head back to bare the

strong line of his throat. “Bite him, Eve,” he whispered hoarsely. “Make him come.”

She whimpered and licked the pounding pulse in Kieran’s throat. “Mine. Mine.”

Her teeth closed on his skin and satisfaction rose up, pushing her over the edge.

He bucked up, thrusting hard and gritting his teeth as he came, his cock pulsing

inside her. She released Kieran long enough to scream as climax tore through her, then

set her teeth in his shoulder again.

Zack slammed into her as he came, a tortured groan spilling out of him. His nails

bit into her hip, and the other hand pulled Kieran’s hair hard enough to jerk his head to

one side. Zack’s hips pressed her down, ground her clit against Kieran until she came

again, wild enough that her toes curled and the quilt under her hands gave way with a

sharp rip. Her body tightened, clenching around the cocks that filled her until both men

groaned in unison.

Zack rolled away, bringing both Eve and Kieran onto their sides, and they

collapsed in a heap on the bed, panting and still shuddering. Eve curled her arms

around Kieran’s body and pulled him closer as she relaxed back against Zack’s solid

form. She had no idea how long they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, the room filled

with the sound of pounding hearts and shallow breaths. Minutes, hours… It didn’t

matter. She closed her eyes and floated on the joy, surrounded by warm skin and the

feeling of being safe and cared for.

The man at her back moved, leaving Eve and Kieran curled around each other on

the bed. When she looked up long minutes later, Zack had already dressed. “I need to

go,” he said quietly, buckling his belt.

Sympathy rose in her. “You don’t have to. You could rest…”

He shook his head as Kieran rose on one elbow. “I really do have to go. Early day

at work tomorrow. Lots of paperwork.”

Moira Rogers

Last Call: Tequila Sunrise

- 35 -

Kieran hummed quietly and stroked Eve’s hair. “Thank you, Zack.”

“Thank you,” she echoed in a whisper. “I hope things get better for you, Zack.”

He hesitated and then smiled as he smoothed his shirt down. “They already

have, Eve.” He ran his hands over his hair and sighed. “I’d say I’ll see you two around,

but I think I probably won’t.”

“If you need to find us…” She laughed. “Well, you’re a detective. And Kieran’s

sort of famous. If you ever need anything, just call.”

“The owner knows how to reach me, too,” he said softly. “You know, if you need

anything.”

Kieran raised a hand. “Good luck, Romeo, with your star-crossed Juliet.”

Zack snorted even through his smile. “You remember they both died, don’t you,

smart guy?”

He laughed. “So do it differently. Do it smarter.”

“Not a tragedy. Got it.” Zack waved even as he walked toward the door. “Take

care.”

When he was gone Eve curled back around Kieran’s body and sighed. “What is

she? Human?”

“Indeed.” He stroked her shoulder. “Makes you feel lucky, doesn’t it?”

“I always feel lucky, Kieran. Tonight more than ever.” She lifted her hand and

brushed his hair away from his forehead before moving to cup his cheek. “I don’t need

this all the time. I’d just be happy if you told me no once in a while. I can’t help the

bossiness. When I get riled up the wolf comes to the surface, and she’s like that. But you

can tell me no. I want you to tell me no sometimes.”

“I’ll try, love.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a soft smile. “It’s damn

hard to do, though. And not because of the alpha thing. I want you to have everything

you want.”

She traced her thumb over his lip, smiling when he pressed a soft kiss to it.

“Then how about we buy or steal some of these magical handcuffs, and you can tie me

down and tell me no on special occasions?”

Moira Rogers

Last Call: Tequila Sunrise

- 36 -

“That’s the best damn idea I’ve heard all week.” He kissed her softly, lingering

over the curve of her full lower lip. “I love you, Eve.”

“I love you, too.” She indulged herself in one long, tender kiss, then rolled over

onto her back and sighed her contentment. “And now I have a request I’d rather you

didn’t say no to, since I’m not sure my legs will hold me. Could you go fill up that

obscenely huge Jacuzzi tub in the corner so we can cuddle in there?”

“Your wish is my command, love.”

Moira Rogers

How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing

student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a

passion for gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and

enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.

By day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South.

At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to unleash

the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To learn more about this

romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit their webpage at www.moirarogers.com.

(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered

imaginations.)