Authors: Laurann Dohner
Tags: #Mating Heat
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|Ellora's Cave (2010)|
It’s werewolf mating season. All the males are in heat and the driving, sexual lust of their beasts is almost uncontrollable. Mika is human, in an alley, surrounded by four horny werewolves. She knows she’s in deep shit. A tall, handsome werewolf rescues her then demands payment. Hot, sweaty, intimate payment. Grady is a half breed whose his human mother abandoned him to his werewolf father, so he knows human women just aren’t safe to fall in love with. The wolf within him wants Mika as his mate, but Grady will not give in. Never. Ever. He’s willing to fight his emotions and his beast, no matter how much sexy Mika tempts him. But neither of them expected her Uncle Omar to assign Grady to protect her from other males—24/7, in her home, sleeping just down the hall. Mika decides to make the best of her vacation and keep the hot wolf in her bed. Grady can’t resist the scorching sex, but he is determined to resist the bond.
It’s werewolf mating season. All the males are in heat and the driving, sexual lust of
their beasts is almost uncontrollable. Mika is human, in an alley, surrounded by four
horny werewolves. She knows she’s in deep shit. A tall, handsome werewolf rescues
her then demands payment. Hot, sweaty, intimate payment.
Grady is a half breed whose his human mother abandoned him to his werewolf
father, so he knows human women just aren’t safe to fall in love with. The wolf within
him wants Mika as his mate, but Grady will not give in. Never. Ever. He’s willing to
fight his emotions and his beast, no matter how much sexy Mika tempts him.
But neither of them expected her Uncle Omar to assign Grady to protect her from
other males—24/7, in her home, sleeping just down the hall. Mika decides to make the
best of her vacation and keep the hot wolf in her bed. Grady can’t resist the scorching
sex, but he is determined to resist the bond.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
Mate Set Copyright © 2010 Laurann Dohner
Edited by Pamela Campbell
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication September 2010
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Mika experienced fear and confusion as the four men surrounded her. She was
supposed to be safe in Bartock. This was her uncle’s town—humans were off limits to
werewolves, it being law to leave them alone. The four men who had grabbed her from
the sidewalk and dragged her down the alley weren’t following the rules. They’d
released her but she was trapped in the corner of two buildings that prevented escape.
Three of them were blond and resembled each other enough that she knew they
had to be brothers. The fourth one was black haired and looked nothing similar to his
companions. They were silently watching her and she had the sinking feeling that they
were toying with her as though she were a trapped mouse.
There was no doubt what they were. The one closest to her was showing his teeth.
They were sharp and his mouth was a little too long to be normal. The drunken man to
her right was sprouting so much hair that his arms looked like hairy mats, and unless
cheek hair was the norm, his face was way too hairy. He also had wild eyes. Drunken
werewolves were obviously bad at maintaining their human appearance and at least
two of them had slipped enough to let her know what they were. The smell of alcohol
was strong enough that she breathed through her mouth.
“I’m human,” she said softly. “Back off me now.”
“Totally fuckable.” The blond to her right leered at her. “We were looking for a
bitch and now we have her. I say we go by age on who gets her first.”
The second blond softly growled. “You say that because you are the oldest. Let’s go
by size. Smallest to biggest so she survives longer.”
She didn’t know these men. She was trying hard to control her fear since she knew
the scent of that emotion to a werewolf was an aphrodisiac. That’s the last thing she
wanted to smell like considering the four were talking about sex. She frantically tried to
bring up a memory that would piss her off.
Her ex-boyfriend came to mind instantly. Ralph had cheated on her, she’d caught
him dead to rights in the act but he’d told her it wasn’t how it looked, as though his
dick inside another woman could be anything other than what it was. Anger burned.
Ralph thought she was a freakin’ idiot.
“I said back off me.” She was proud that her anger was clear.
The beefy blond with the teeth and hairy-arm problem was closest to her. He
sniffed, his brown eyes narrowing as he softly growled at her. She tensed. He was close
enough now to smell her fear, which was probably making the wolf’s senses go into
overdrive. He inched even closer.
The black-haired one licked his lips. “She looks tasty, doesn’t she, cousins?”
Mika pressed her back tightly against the brick wall. Her gaze flicked from one man
to another. They were definitely showing her what they were, whether they meant to or
not. She had no doubt of her predicament at that moment. She was in deep shit.
She was trapped against a wall with no escape. She bit her lip harder but then
released it when she realized, if she made herself bleed, she was done for. It would send
all four men into frenzy and she’d be at the center of it. If they shifted into their wolf
forms completely, they’d tear her apart.
“Breathe through your mouths,” she ordered them. “And back up. I’m human and
it’s against the law to attack me.”
The black-haired one growled, taking a step closer, making Mika glare. He glared
back but hunger lurked in his eyes as well. Her look darted to the other three. Hunger
burned in their scary eyes as well. She was screwed, literally and figuratively, if she
didn’t get control of these four men fast. She probably wouldn’t survive the attack, and
she even if she did, she was pretty certain she would wish she hadn’t. Surviving one
out-of-control werewolf would be tough. Four of them would be a miracle. Mika’s luck
just wasn’t that good.
“Take off your clothes and present to me,” the second blond growled at her.
“I’m not a werewolf,” she yelled at him. “Do you hear me? I’m not taking my
clothes off and I sure as hell won’t be getting on my hands and knees to show my ass to
you. I’m human. Go find one of your own if you want to get laid. Leave me alone.”
“She knows about us,” the black-haired one growled. “She knows what ‘present’
means. Human or not, I say we take her.”
“Shit,” Mika gasped. “You’re slipping form. That’s how I know what the hell you
are. You need to shave your arms in the worst way and two of you are showing canine
teeth. Don’t do this. I’m Omar Deken’s niece,” she said in a shaky voice. “If you hurt
me, he’ll hunt down every damn one of you. I’m pack protected.”
The blond closest to her sniffed again, frowning. “You’re not pack. You’re not even
the right race, and you don’t carry a man’s scent, so you aren’t claimed.”
“I’m under Omar’s protection. He’ll kill you and I’m not kidding about that.”
“Who?” The first blond growled. “I don’t know him.”
Shock hit her hard that these men weren’t familiar with her uncle’s name. That
meant they weren’t from anywhere around Bartock County so they weren’t pack. Any
shifter within a hundred miles knew her uncle. All hope of talking her way out of this
mess suddenly evaporated. She was going to die a horrible death. She squeezed against
the brick wall, wishing she could become one with it. They weren’t Alpha Pack so the
rules wouldn’t apply to them.
“He’s the alpha’s advisor. He’s also best friends with Alpha Elroy. You know him,
right? You’re in his territory.” Her voice shook.
They sniffed her, moving in closer, as horrible images filled her mind. Would they
take turns raping her or would they all attack at once? She knew it was going to hurt.
Her uncle had told her all about werewolves and he was an expert since he was one.
Uncle Omar had given her the birds and wolves sex talk when she had once asked
if she could ever date a werewolf when she was a teenager. He’d been horrified at even
the thought, made damn sure all boys from the pack weren’t allowed near her, and had
promptly sent her back to California. She remembered what he’d told her though.
Werewolves were dominant creatures, highly sexual, aggressive and rough. He’d also
told her that she’d never have to worry about one coming after her.
Stalking a human for sex was illegal as hell in most packs. If taken by force, human