To Have A Human

Sometimes  it’s  the  family  you  choose  that  loves
you the most.

Carey  Gale  always  knew  about  shifters.  It  was
difficult not to know when your best friends could
turn  into  some  of  the  deadliest  beasts.  When  he
gets a daytime job to support his band working at
a shifter owned business, he doesn’t expect to fall
hopelessly  in  lust  with  Broden  Lyall,  the
company’s  alpha.  Sadly,  Broden  thinks  little  of
humans.  He  considers  them  helpless  and  weak.
But  when  hunters  come  after  Carey’s  friends,
Broden learns that not all humans are alike, and he
will do anything to have one slim, blond human.

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Chapter One

arey Gayle finished his guitar riff with a quick
flicking of fingers, sending the crowd

screaming. He loved feeding off the energy of a
live audience. The acoustics in Club Feathers were
better than most of the small bars they'd played in
and the owner always gave them free drinks.

“Thank you everyone for coming out tonight.

We’re  Banded  Brothers,  and  we  look  forward  to
seeing you again in two weeks.” He bowed to the
crowd  and  waved  a  hand  to  indicate  his  band
mates.  He  could  see  his  friends  bowing  in  his
peripheral vision.

The thunder of applause filled the bar and a

chant of next week went through the crowd. Carey
waved again, then he kneeled down by the case to
place his guitar inside.

“I think they liked your new song.” His band

mate Eaton Franks crouched beside him, his bare
chest soaked with sweat. Eaton’s golden brown
hair gleamed under the lights with the same color
as his feathers in eagle form.

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Carey nodded. “Yeah, but I think me and

Denton were playing different tracks.”

“That’s because you’re a show off,” Denton

teased.

Carey looked up to see Denton’s eyes shift to

reptilian for a second and Carey froze, wondering
what his friend sensed.

“You smell something?” Ducking his head

Carey flicked his gaze around the club, hoping to
spot any danger before it found them.

“Mostly cat shifters,” Denton said in a low tone.

“I thought I scented wolf for a bit, but it’s faint.”

Even in his human shape, Denton’s crocodile

nature gave him a better sense of smell than Eaton
and Carey had.

“I didn’t see any wolves.” Carey replied. He

always kept an eye out for wolves since that breed
of shifter tended to be unstable and start fights.

“I don’t want to alarm you guys, but there’s at

least three cat shifters here and a wolf who left,”
Harris Bender said. Harris crouched down beside
them, cradling his bass guitar like a baby.

Bear shifters had a sense of smell seven times

that of the average bloodhound. Harris had never
been wrong. Between him and Denton they’d
always been the first level of alert for their group.

Carey nodded. “Denton already said.” His

friends were leery of other shifters since none of
them were affiliated with an official shifter family.

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The four of them had formed an unofficial pack
with Carey as the leader, despite his human status.

“If no wolves are going to attack, I need a

drink!” Carey declared.

Snapping his instrument case closed, Carey left

it behind for Denton to put in the van. Carey and
Eaton helped set things up while Denton and
Harris were in charge of tearing it down. That was
their agreement.

Carey spotted Eaton flirting with a fan as he

headed for the bar. Eaton was always the
personable one with the audience.

Carey had a knack for being able to recognize

shifters even when they were in their human form.
It came from a childhood of hanging around with
non-human friends. They always moved a little
too smoothly, a little more gracefully than
everyone else.

The crowd slowed his progress toward that

desired  drink.  Carey  pushed  through,  nodding
and  smiling  to  fans  as  they  came  to  congratulate
him  on  a  good  performance.  The  best  part  of
playing to a live audience for Carey was meeting
people afterward and getting feedback.

Finally free of the bulk of people, Carey slid

onto the closest bar stool.

“I hear they have a great selection of imported

beer,” a deep voice spoke up behind him.

Carey turned to see six-foot plus of lush shifter

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goodness. The man’s dark eyes scanned Carey as
if he were a favorite treat and the stranger wanted
a bite. Midnight hair cut short, but long enough
for a good grip, sent several hot scenarios rushing
through Carey’s brain.

Work was over, it was time to play.
Carey let his gaze slide all over the delicious

man. Cat shifter, would be Carey’s guess. “Can I
buy you a drink?”

Carey nodded toward the bartender.
“I’d rather just take you home and fuck your

brains out.” The man didn’t even blink while he
uttered his outrageous pronouncement.

“Hmm, a direct kind of guy, I like that. But I

never go home with anyone if I haven’t tasted the
goods first, not to mention I don’t even know your
name,” Carey said pointedly.

Laughter looked good on the guy. Big, tall and

intense, he probably didn’t laugh half as much as
he should.

“Forgive me. I got sidetracked by your half-

naked body. I’m Broden Lyall.”

“Carey Gale. And I object to the half-naked

thing. My shirt is still on.” Unbuttoned all the way
to expose Carey’s body, but still on. Eaton was the
exhibitionist of the band.

“Barely.” Broden slid one long finger down

Carey’s six-pack abs. “I hope you don’t think I
was objecting.” His trail ended at the top of

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Carey’s jeans. He hooked a finger through the
front belt loop and yanked Carey closer until their
groins touched.

An embarrassing whimper left Carey’s throat.

The man smelled like something wild and
delicious. Carey could feel the man’s heat through
his thin shirt.

“I’m a bit sweaty,” Carey protested weakly as

he locked his knees to stop from tumbling to an
inelegant heap at Broden’s feet.

“I like sweaty,” Broden growled. “It makes me

want to lick you all over.”

Carey’s cock hardened. He had never been so

turned on by someone so quickly before. He didn’t
generally pick men up at bars, but Broden was
going to be the exception.

Broden’s nose twitched before he pinned Carey

with a predatory expression. “I see you like that
idea, too.”

Carey tilted his head submissively as he felt

Broden’s erection harden against him.

“You know what I am,” Broden whispered.
“I’m guessing cat of some kind,” Carey replied.
“And you’re not scared.” Broden searched

Carey’s face as if trying to catch him in a lie.

“Nope. Kiss me,” Carey demanded.
Broden captured Carey’s lips without

hesitation—tasting, licking, conquering Carey’s
mouth. Heat flashed through him like a

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flamethrower had scorched his insides. It took all
his resolve not to climb the man like a tree and
hump against him in front of the entire bar. When
they broke apart, panting replaced words for a
minute.

“How’s that for a sample?” Broden asked. His

wet lips distracted Carey who yearned for another
kiss.

“Um…it’ll do,” Carey managed to say once he

realized Broden was waiting for an answer. He
licked his lips to belie his words. Damn the man
tasted good!

“Go tell your friends you’re leaving.” Broden

turned  Carey  and  shoved  him  toward  his  band
mates  who  were  all  watching  him  with  great
interest.  Carey  didn’t  live  like  a  monk,  but  he
rarely  went  home  with  complete  strangers—his
father  taught  him  better  than  that.  This  time
though,  he  couldn’t  resist  the  urge  to  follow
Broden like a lost puppy looking for a new home.

Carey made eye contact with Harris who raised

his eyebrows at him. A shrug and a bashful grin
conveyed all that he needed to. He made the
motion that he’d call later and Harris nodded.

He turned back around to find Broden

watching him with amusement.

“All done?” Broden asked.
Carey nodded. “If I don’t call Harris in a few

hours, he’ll get worried.”

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Even without weapons. Carey had lethal skills.

His father made sure that Carey could handle any
situation with or without a gun to back him up. Or
as his father liked to say, A pretty boy like you needs

to know how to take a big man down because everyone

is going to want into your pants.

His father might not be the most diplomatic

person, but he’d taught his son everything he
knew and had saved Carey’s ass more than once.

Broden placed a hand on Carey’s back to guide

him, but didn’t try to speak until they left the
noisy club behind. “Your band is really good.”

“Thanks!” Carey smiled. “We’re getting better.

We’ll never hit it big, but we enjoy playing in the
clubs. There’s cheap liquor and a friendly
audience.”

“Why don’t you think you’ll ever be a success?”

Broden’s interested expression told Carey the big
man really did want to know.

Carey shrugged. “I guess it depends on your

measure  of  success.  I  think  if  we  get  to  play  in
clubs, then we’re a success. We’ll never be a huge
name  because  it’s  a  matter  of  commitment.  We
enjoy music, don’t get me wrong, but we all have
other  goals  in  life.  I  like  computers,  Harris  is  a
painter,  Eaton  is  getting  his  degree  in  quantum
physics or something like that and Denton is into
landscape design. Music is our passion, but it isn’t
our life. In order to make it big, you need for it to

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be both.”

The street was quiet as they walked away from

the  club.  Only  a  few  cars  passed,  indicating  the
lateness  of  the  night.  The  cool  air  made  Carey
shiver.  He’d  left  his  jacket  on  the  stage  when  he
stripped it off earlier.

“Here.” Broden’s body heat enveloped Carey

with the warm cloth of his jacket. “I always forget
how cold humans can get.”

A snide comment danced on the tip of Carey’s

tongue,  but  weighed against  the  chance  for  a  hot
night  with  the  shifter  made  him  keep  the  words
inside.  Maybe  Broden  didn’t  mean  that  like  it
sounded. No reason to jump to conclusions.

“It is cold out,” Carey agreed, snuggling into

Broden’s jacket.

“What do you do with computers?

Programming?”

“Something like that.” More like de-

programming. That was a world of discussion he
didn’t  want  to  have  with  a  total  stranger.  His
hacking  skills  weren’t  something  he  told  other
people  about.  He  used  it  for  the  benefit  of
organizations  to  check  out  their  firewalls  and
verify  their  security,  but  most  people  heard  the
word  hacking  and  immediately  thought  he  was
into  espionage  or  willing  to  break  into  bank
accounts  and  funnel  money.  Neither  was  a
discussion he intended to get into with his fuck-of-

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the-night no matter how nice the guy seemed. The
less information shared, the fewer things that
could go wrong.

“Let’s not talk about me. Let’s discuss where

we’re  going  so  you  can  fuck  me.”  Carey  figured
they  were  walking  to  Broden’s  place  since  they
had  already  passed  the  parking  lot  a  while  ago
and weren’t heading to any of the few cars parked
on the street.

“I live right over there.” Broden pointed to a

tall, modern building across the street. Carey had
watched them construct the luxurious condos a
few years ago. They appeared to be well-built, if a
bit soulless.

“Nice.” Looked like he was getting lucky in

style.

They crossed the street and Broden used his

access card to open the main door.

Carey approved of the security even if he knew

he could crack the code in a few seconds. It would
keep  most  people  out.  He  automatically  checked
out the exits as they crossed the lobby. Carey kept
his  hands  to  himself  in  the  elevator  as  Broden
pushed  the  number  ten  button.  You  never  knew
what  people  would  do  with  elevator  recordings.
Carey  wouldn’t  put  himself  in  a  questionable
position that he’d have to access later and erase.

Broden led Carey down the hallway. Doors

were spaced a good distance apart so the

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residences  must  be  quite  large.  Stopping  halfway
down  the  corridor,  Broden  unlocked  the  door.
Pushing  it  open,  he  motioned  Carey  forward.
“Here we are!”

Broden’s apartment surprised Carey. The place

had an unused feel to it like, the man never really
stayed  there.  High-grade  leather  furniture,
polished  wooden  floors  and  pieces  of  art  glass
filled  the  condo.  Carey  wanted  to  take  the
gorgeous shifter to his house and show him what
a real home looked like. The Victorian mansion his
grandmother  had  left  him  held  all  the  character
and  warmth  Broden’s  beautiful  but  empty  living
space lacked.

“I don’t spend a lot of time at home,” Broden

said, as if reading Carey’s mind.

Carey shrugged it off. It wasn’t like they were

picking out china patterns. If the man wanted to
live in a cold personality-free abode, he wouldn’t
point out the flaw. For their purposes, they only
needed a nice bed and some lube. Luckily, shifters
didn’t spread disease so a condom was optional.

Deciding actions were better than words, Carey

stripped off his shirt.

“Not much of a talker?” Broden asked, amused.
“No I’m more of a doer. What about you? Want

to do me?” Carey stepped closer until they were
almost chest-to-chest.

“Oh definitely, honey,” Broden purred.

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Bingo. Carey had the big kitty’s attention.

“Don’t be shy, let me see what you’ve got.” It was
probably the worst line he’d ever used, but when
Broden stripped off his shirt and exposed miles of
sexy muscle, Carey had to admit it worked.

Carey’s erection hardened against the fly of his

extremely tight jeans until he worried about
cutting off circulation.

Broden’s nose twitched and a wide smile

crossed his handsome face. “Oh, honey, I want
you, too.”

Carey let out an unmanly yip as Broden picked

him up and slung him over his shoulder like a
sack of flour.

“Hey,” Carey protested.
Broden slapped his ass. “Hush.”
“Hush?” Carey wished he’d brought his knife—

Broden’s broad back would make an excellent
target.

He didn’t have long to anticipate the shifter’s

death. Broden rushed down the hall, then
dropped Carey onto a large bed with a big fluffy
mattress.

Broden’s eyes glinted with satisfaction. “Hmm,

just as I suspected.”

“What?”
“You look amazing in my bed.”
Before Carey had the chance to make the

smartass comment hovering on his lips, Broden

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yanked off Carey’s shoes, then tossed them over
his shoulder.

“Not a neatnik, I see,” Carey said with a laugh.
“Not when I’ve got better things to do than

lining up your sneakers.”

Broden took off his own shoes, then removed

the rest of his clothes without fanfare. Carey
would’ve commented on the lack of romance if
lust hadn’t choked him.

“I must’ve been a really good boy in another

life,” Carey said, his gaze focused on Broden’s
erection.

“Come take your reward,” Broden coaxed.
“Mmhmm.” Carey made gimme motions with

his  hands,  his  mouth  already  watering  over  the
thought of tasting the liquid beading the top of the
large  mushroom  head.  He’d  never  considered
himself  a  size  queen  before.  He  might  have  to
revisit  that  notion.  After  Broden,  he  might  be
ruined forever.

Broden stalked toward to the bed, traces of the

animal inside rose to the surface as his eyes
glowed with a predatory light. When he got close
enough, Carey went to his knees and crawled to
the edge of the bed.

Carey wrapped a hand around Broden’s thick

cock. Peeking at Broden through his long lashes,
Carey swallowed him down to the root.

“Oh Jesus!” Broden exclaimed. “I’ve never had

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anyone take all of me before. Yes, suck me!”

Despite Broden’s rough tone, he placed a gentle

hand on the back of Carey’s head and slid careful
fingers through Carey’s hair.

Carey increased his suction until Broden

tightened his grip to hold Carey still. “Stop. I want
to come inside you.”

After a noise of protest, Carey pulled off. “But I

want to taste you,” he complained.

Broden groaned. “As much as I’d like to have

you swallow me down, I want to fuck you even
more.”

With quick efficient motions, he divested Carey

of  the rest  of  his  clothing.  It took  a  little  effort  to
peel  off  his  pants,  but  Broden  applied  himself  to
the  job.  When  he  was  finished,  he  paused  to
admire  his  handiwork.  “Nice.  You’re  pretty  all
over, aren’t you?”

“I’m glad you think so,” Carey replied. He got

his  fair  amount  of  attention,  but  since  his  three
best  friends  were  drop-dead  gorgeous,  he  never
really  thought  much  about  his  own  looks.  From
the  expression  on  Broden’s  face,  the  man  didn’t
find any faults.

“There’s lube in my nightstand,” Broden

prompted.

“I’m on it.” Carey scurried over to the drawer

and ripped it open. He gave a shout of success.
“Found it!”

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Broden snatched it from Carey’s hand.
“Hey!” Carey exclaimed.
“That ass is mine tonight,” Broden insisted.

“Roll over, beauty.”

Carey snorted. “I think I preferred honey.”
“And I think I prefer you on your knees and

offering me your ass,” Broden countered.

Carey made a big production over sighing

before he rolled over and wiggled his butt at
Broden.

Broden slapped Carey’s ass, the sound echoing

in the bedroom.

“Hey!” Carey objected.
“Sorry, I can’t resist smacking something that

fine.” Broden grinned.

“Less smacking, more fucking,” Carey insisted.
“Patience, sweet.” Broden rubbed the red spot

he caused.

Carey almost said something sarcastic, but the

happy sound of the lube top popping open stilled
his words. He didn’t want to discourage the man
from taking action. He had the uneasy feeling that
Broden had enough control to withhold sex just to
teach Carey a lesson.

“Easy.” Broden circled Carey’s hole until he

pushed back against the finger taunting him.

“In me now!” Carey insisted.
Broden didn’t answer. Instead he slid one

finger completely inside and crooked it until

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Carey bucked beneath the attention.

“More!”
A second finger joined the first, then quickly a

third.

“I need your cock,” Carey moaned.
“I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry.”
Carey relaxed as Broden’s erection pressed

against his hole. “Now.”

Broden sighed as he slid inside. “You feel so

good. Better than anyone, ever.”

“Flatterer,” Carey groaned.
Laughter puffed air against his skin as Broden

rubbed his face against Carey’s bare shoulder.

“Are you scenting me?” Carey asked.
“Damn straight. When you leave here you’re

going to reek of me for days.” Broden gave a
growl of satisfaction. The cat shifter pumped in
and out of Carey as if his life depended on Carey
coming without a touch.

“Keep that up and I’m not going to last,” Carey

protested.

“Good. Come!” Broden bit Carey’s shoulder,

sending him over the edge.

“Oh, crap!” Carey cursed as cum spurted from

his cock.

Broden groaned and Carey felt wetness flood

his hole.

With a sigh, Broden pulled out, falling onto the

mattress beside Carey. “I knew you’d be a sweet

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fuck.”

“Glad I could prove you right,” Carey gasped.

His heart hammered in his chest as he came down
from his orgasm. His shoulder hurt from Broden’s
bite, but his body ached deliciously.

“Give me some time and we’ll do it all over

again,” Broden said.

Two hours later Carey only felt a little guilty for

sneaking out while Broden slept the sleep of the
well fucked.

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Chapter Two

roden looked up from his paperwork to find
his second-in-command Isaac Graham

standing in the doorway. “You vanished last night
with that pretty singer,” Isaac teased.

“Yes, I did. He was tasty, too.” Broden grinned.

His inner jaguar swished its tail in agreement. He
suppressed  his annoyance over waking up alone.
He shouldn’t have expected a flirty singer to want
to  hang  around  until  morning.  At  least  he  knew
where  he  could  find  the  man  in  a  few  weeks  if
Broden didn’t hunt him down sooner.

“Was he as sweet as he looked?” Isaac asked.
“I marked him as mine,” Broden confessed.
“You marked him? Seriously? But…but he’s

human!” As a puma shifter, Isaac rarely showed
concern over anything. People who bugged him
tended to decide they had other places to be.

“I know.” Broden couldn’t help who his jaguar

picked. The beast had never chosen anyone before
and he couldn’t believe his animal half had chosen
wrong this time. Memories of the taste and feel of

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Carey had haunted him all day. He couldn’t wait
to claim his future mate again.

“You can’t bond with a human,” Isaac objected.
Broden growled. “I will choose whoever I want

and I want this man.”

Isaac sighed. “You better hope he’s tougher

than he looks.”

“Are you telling me you don’t think I can

protect my mate?” Broden stared at his beta in
amazement. A low growl rolled up his throat and
he could feel his fangs beginning to lengthen.

“No. Of course not,” Isaac took two slow steps

backward. “I just want you to be careful.”

“Is there anything else you needed from me? Or

are you just goofing off?” Broden snarled.

“We need to hire a new computer hacker. Tony

quit. He said our expectations were too high.”

“Damn it.” Broden slumped against his desk. It

was difficult to find good computer people. They
tended to be more willing to hop onto the next
better paying job than stick around. Especially
hackers. “Who’s taking over his position?”

“That’s the other problem. We don’t have

anyone. Tony was our best security guy. The
others aren’t anywhere close to him.”

“We’ll have to hire outside.” Broden didn’t like

the sound of this.  To have someone else just step
in  could  be  difficult.  They’d  have  to  get  security
clearance  for  any  new  employees  and  that  took

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time. “Do you know of anyone who might be
interested who already has top security
clearance?”

If anyone could find someone, it was Isaac. He

was a connector—the type of person who always
knew someone who knew someone who could do
a job. Which made him an excellent beta.

“I’ll call around and get back to you. I just

wanted you to know about the situation,” Isaac
reassured him before leaving.

Broden sighed, resisting the urge to pull his

hair out by the roots. He needed a cut. It grew so
quickly  he  should  have  his  barber  on  speed  dial.
Idly  he  wondered  if  Carey  would  like  it  longer.
Broden  frowned  as  he  considered  his  pride’s
reaction to a human alpha mate. They’d better fall
in line with his choice of mate, or there would be
serious repercussions. Broden had no intention of
dropping  Carey.  They  might  have  only  had  one
night  together,  but  his  Jaguar  had  decided  on
keeping  this  one  human  and  he  wouldn’t  be
denied.

Annoyed that his brain kept circling back to

Carey,  Broden  returned  his  attention  to  his
paperwork. He had to focus and break down the
work to see how many people they needed to hire
for  all  the  extra  jobs.  With  the  increased
sophistication  of  global  hackers  and  thieves,  they
never  ran  out  of  work.  Spotted  Cat  Security

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specialized in breaking into companies and
exposing their security breaches.

They snuck through security systems both

physically  and  electronically,  with  Tony  being
their  main  hacker.  However,  now  that  Tony  had
abandoned  them,  they  were  dead  with  their
electronic  surveillance  until  they  found  a  new
employee with mad hacker skills. Not necessarily
an easy person to replace. However, if Isaac found
a  new  hacker,  this  person  could  train  others  to
help  with  some  of  the  easier  jobs.  Unfortunately,
hackers  and  security  clearance  didn’t  always  go
hand in hand.

Broden plowed through his paperwork, trying

to work out allocations of resources. He got lost in
his calculations and looked up in surprise when
Isaac rushed back into his office.

“I called around and heard some rumors about

a guy who can hack into anything—apparently
security is his specialty. My contact is checking to
make sure it’s all right to give me his number. He
sounds like the right guy if we can get him on
board,” Isaac said.

Broden nodded. “Great.” He tried not to panic

as he contemplated letting someone else into their
system. Alphas didn’t panic, at least not where
anyone else could see them.

“He’s human,” Isaac warned.
“Humans can be useful, just not usually as

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bodyguards or with break-ins. They’re just too
weak to match a shifter if there’s a confrontation.
However, that doesn’t mean they can’t be helpful
with the computers,” Broden explained.

Isaac gave Broden an odd look. “Aren’t you

worried about your own boy? He’s human. You
think he’s weak?”

Broden shook his head. “No. I can take care of

him.”

He would do everything necessary to keep his

mate protected. Humans were fragile and needed
special care, but Broden figured he could protect
one beautiful human.

* * * *

Carey crouched behind the low stone wall, his gun
raised. Leaves rustled in the light breeze, covering
the sound of anything approaching. They were out
there, he just had to be patient. When Carey was
young, his father taught him that when dealing
with the enemy, patience was more than a virtue,
sometimes it saved your life.

A slight noise had Carey lunging to the right as

claws scraped the wall where he’d been standing.
An eagle screech pierced the air. Spinning around,
he shot the bird and laughed when a blue blot of
paint splattered across one large wing.

“Gotcha,” he said in a low voice. A growl had

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him leaping forward.

Snap
“Oooh, vicious,” Carey taunted with glee. He

hadn’t realized he’d gotten so close to the water.

The ten-foot freshwater crocodile growled

again before crawling back into the underbrush.
Light brown in color, it smoothly blended with the
tall grass, all but disappearing in the shadowy
water.

“You’re a cheater, Denton,” Carey called out.
Brush crackled and snapped behind him.
“Crap.”
Carey ran.
He might be able to roll out of the way of a croc,

but  the  grizzly  he  heard  tramping  through  the
underbrush  could  accidentally  crush  him.
Adrenaline  pumped  through  Carey’s  body  as  he
tucked  his  gun  in  his  waistband  before  jumping
then  pulling  himself  up  onto  the  low-hanging
branch.  Carey  climbed  to  the  top,  spun  around,
pulled out his weapon, then shot a paint pellet at
the bear’s wide shoulders. He flipped off his perch
and nailed the croc on the nose as the creature slid
out of the greenery.

“The human wins again!” Carey shouted before

dancing in a little circle like a football player
who'd just made a touchdown.

The croc transformed into a black-haired,

green-eyed man who stood six-foot-two in his

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bare feet. “I hate it when you shoot me in the
nose,” Denton Stills complained, brushing at the
blue paint coating his face.

“I just like to hit the biggest target,” Carey

teased.

Denton scowled. “Funny.”
“I know.” Carey bowed to his friend.
“At least you can see your paint,” Harris

Bender complained, pawing at his back. At six-
foot-three, Harris resembled his bear form in size
if not in hairiness.

“I can’t believe you’re pouting,” Carey laughed.

A pouty face looked odd on the big muscular man.

The eagle swooped down and landed before

Carey. In a showy flash of gold, the bird changed
to a five-foot-ten man with brilliant golden brown
hair and gold-brown eyes. Blue paint covered his
entire arm and dripped down the side. He gave
the mess a rueful look. “Good shot, Care!”

Carey grinned at his friend. Eaton Franks never

held a grudge. The eagle shifter had been Carey’s
friend since second grade when an arm cramp had
caused the adolescent eagle to fall from the sky
into Carey’s sandbox.

“You haven’t lost your touch,” Denton

reluctantly agreed.

Carey relished his win as his friends pulled on

their clothing. They might be shifters with
enhanced abilities, but he’d been training to shoot

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people since the age of five when his father gave
him a set of laser guns and tracked him through
the forest.

Raised by a single father who lived and

breathed  Special  Forces,  Carey  knew  before  the
age  of  ten  how  to  sneak  up  and  disarm  an
assassin. However, in a fit of rebellion, Carey had
gone  into  computers  instead  of  joining  any
military group. That didn’t stop him from wanting
to keep his skills up to date.

After they were all dressed, they piled into

Denton’s  jeep  and  headed  back  to  the  cabin.  The
cabin  belonged  to  Carey’s  father,  but  since  he
never  stuck  around  for  long,  they  could  use  it
whenever they wanted.

Despite the fun he had with his friends, as soon

as  the  adrenaline  faded,  Carey  began  to  miss
Broden. The stupid cat shifter had gotten into his
head  and  didn’t  seem  willing  to  leave  it  anytime
soon. How he’d gotten so infatuated with a man in
one night he didn’t know, but he had to admit the
glow from their one time together hadn’t faded in
the  thirty-six  hours  and  ten  minutes  since  they’d
last parted. Not that he was counting.

His phone rang, pulling Carey from his happy

glow of winning. He ignored his friends’ good-
natured grumbles as he answered the call.

A few minutes later, he hung up.
“I’ve got an interview!” he said gleefully,

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waving his phone.

“Good. We need a new keyboard,” Harris said.
Carey nodded. All their extra money went to

the band and to pay taxes on the house his
grandmother had left him, which they all lived in.
“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Don’t steal it,” Harris warned.
“Or liberate it,” Denton added.
“Or anything like that,” Eaton said.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Carey grinned at his

friends. “You’re all very suspicious.”

“Uh-huh,” Denton said.
“I was never convicted,” Carey reminded them.
Eaton laughed. “That’s because they lost the

evidence.”

Carey shook his head. “Pesky computer files,

shame how they disappear.”

The friends all exchanged looks and burst out

laughing. Harris wiped his eyes. “Morons
shouldn’t have left you alone with a computer.”

“Idiots thought a twelve-year-old couldn’t do

anything,” Denton said with a smirk.

Carey shook his head at his friends’

amusement.

They were the best.
Bantering amongst themselves, the quartet

returned to the cabin to wash up.

Thinking back over his conversation with Isaac,

Carey knew this was the sort of job that would

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lead  to  a  much  better  revenue  stream  than  his
current one. He’d love to just work  and not have
to worry about drumming up clients all the time.
Sometimes  it  was  more  effort  to  find  customers
than to do the job for them.

Carey picked up his guitar and began to

absently strum it while he thought over his
options. He’d have to nail the interview. He’d do
some research on the company before he went.
Preparation was the key.

Carey didn’t know what to expect when he

reached  Spotted  Cat  Security,  but  the  silvery
metallic office building that looked like something
out of a space ship wasn’t it. Their website hadn’t
done  the  headquarters  justice.  The  building
covered  a  good  corner  of  a  downtown  block.  If
Carey took the job, at least he wouldn’t have far to
go  from  his  house  on  Queen  Anne.  His
grandmother had left him a mansion at the top of
the hill with a nice plot of land, but taxes were a
bitch.  Even  with  his  friends  pitching  in,  they
barely covered the tax bill.

“Wow.”
Carey’s mind automatically mapped out the

entrances and exits as he walked into the building.
The  quickest  way  to  make  an  exit  was  imprinted
on  his  mind  before  he  made  it  to  the  elevator.
Following  the  instructions  emailed  to  him,  Carey

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pushed the button to the third floor offices.
According to the buttons, there were fifteen floors
in all. He wondered what all these people did.

The doors opened, revealing a beautiful

reception area with a lot of wood and an adorable
shifter  girl  at  the  reception  desk.  A  row  of  office
doors  made  a  frosted  glass  ring  along  one  wall.
Peering  around  the  reception  area,  Carey  could
make out a maze of desks, but no cubicle walls. So
far,  so  good.  He  hated  when  he  went  places  and
saw a sea of cubicles.

Carey flashed his best smile.
“Can I help you?” the girl asked, her eyes

brightening at the sight of Carey.

“I have an appointment with Isaac Graham.”
The receptionist tapped a few strokes on her

keyboard before asking, “Carey Gale?”

“Yep, that’s me,” he agreed, leaning on the

counter.

“If you’ll have a seat, I’ll tell Mr. Graham that

you’re here.”

“Sure thing.” Carey sat down on the cushy

chair indicated and pulled out his smart phone to
entertain himself while he waited.

Within a few minutes, he’d lazily hacked

through their firewalls and examined their
inventory. They definitely had a good inventory of
weapons and a long client list. He wondered what
percentage of workers were shifters versus

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humans. The company was owned by shifters, but
because of their sensitive work, names and
pictures of the employees weren’t on their
website.

“Mr. Gale?”
Carey looked up into a pair of friendly gray

eyes set in a narrow face. “Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Isaac Graham.”
Carey stood up and took the hand offered.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

He noticed the shifter moderated his grip so he

didn’t  hurt  Carey  when  they  shook  hands.  Some
shifters  were  overly  cautious  when  dealing  with
humans. Carey hid his smile.  Mr. Graham would
be surprised by how much strength Carey had.

“Call me Isaac, please.”
Carey nodded. “Please call me Carey.”
“Now that niceties are out of the way, let me

introduce you to our A-boss.”

“You can say alpha. I won’t be offended.”

Carey  knew  some  humans  were  freaked  by  the
rigid  social  structure  of  shifter  organizations.  He
certainly  wasn’t  one  of  them.  How  could  he  be
when  he  was  essentially  the  alpha  of  his  own
small group?

Isaac’s smile became wide. “Excellent. I heard

you’ve worked with shifters before.”

“I haven’t really worked with shifters, but I live

with three of them.” Carey didn’t give details.

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Isaac didn’t need to know the ins and outs of his
personal life. A lifetime of caution kept him from
saying anything more. His father had drilled into
Carey’s head not to share more than minimum
details with anyone.

“Good. Good.” Isaac nodded. “I just wanted to

check. Some humans are uncomfortable working
with my kind.”

“Some humans are idiots,” Carey said.
“True. That’s very true,” Isaac agreed. “Sadly, I

can’t say there aren’t some nutty shifters out there
also. I mean you have the wolves…”

Carey nodded. “At least that’s one group you

can point to and fairly assess they’re all bonkers.”

“Agreed,” Isaac said.
Isaac escorted Carey down a white-painted hall

decorated  with  generic  office  artwork.  Carey
wondered  where  a  person  went  to  buy  the  same
crappy  stuff  that  went  on  cheap  hotel  walls,  but
then Harris painted most of his art. Not everyone
was lucky enough to have a resident artist.

When they reached the last door, Isaac knocked

twice and waited.

“Enter,” a deep voice called from inside.
Carey’s stomach did a nervous flip. That voice

sounded awfully familiar. When Isaac opened the
door and waved Carey inside, his suspicions were
confirmed.

“You!” he exclaimed. Paranoia struck. Had

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their meeting the other night been coincidental
after all or had Broden been hunting him and
horny, stupid Carey had fallen for the act?

“You left me!” Broden stood up and marched

over to Carey.

“It was a one night thing,” Carey defended

himself. Broden’s anger was oddly reassuring.
Maybe it hadn’t been a setup. Maybe the gorgeous
shifter had actually liked him. “And my shoulder
still fucking hurts.”

He wouldn’t let Broden get away with not

taking responsibility for his painful bite since the
damn thing stung whenever he moved his right
side or took a shower or even breathed wrong.

“Let me see.” Broden’s smug expression wasn’t

reassuring. Carey resisted the urge to hit him. It
probably was the wrong move if he truly wanted a
job there.

Before Carey could respond, Broden ripped

open Carey’s dress shirt, sending buttons flying
everywhere.

“Shit! I liked that shirt,” Carey complained. It

had  been  his  favorite,  too—polished  cotton  in  a
nice  blue.  Eaton  was  going  to  throw  a  fit.  He’d
bought  the  shirt  for  Carey  for  Christmas  a  few
years ago, telling him he needed at least one dress
shirt to be civilized. Apparently Broden didn’t get
the  how-to-be-a-civilized-person  memo.  Maybe  it
was lost in his inbox along with the don’t-molest-

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potential-employees note.

“Beautiful.” Broden brushed a finger across

Carey’s  wound.  Carey  whimpered  as  a  jolt  of
desire  slammed  through  his  body  at  Broden’s
touch. Why he was so completely enthralled with
this one man, Carey didn’t know, but the slightest
brush  of  skin  between  Broden  and  him  brought
sparks of need zapping up and down his spine.

“I had a different word for it. Besides it sort of

destroys my dating potential.” He struggled to
sound sarcastic when he was actually turned on.

“It proves you’re mine and you have no more

dating potential,” Broden snarled. The tip of fangs
appeared through his lips. “You’re done seeing
other men—or women, too, if you swing both
ways.”

Carey opened his mouth to tell the bossy shifter

what he thought of the man’s opinion when Isaac
intervened.

“I take it I should interview him then?” Isaac

asked.

Carey and Broden turned to face him.
“For the job? You know, ask questions that

don’t involve naked couch time?” Isaac’s raised
eyebrows showed he thought he was hysterical.

“I’ll interview Carey on my own,” Broden said

in a rough tone. He put a hand on Carey’s
shoulder, his thumb sliding across a patch of bare
skin and sending a shiver through Carey’s body.

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Unable to resist, Carey jabbed Broden in the side
with his finger, pleased when he got a grunt. The
shifter was way too sure of himself, thinking he
could manipulate Carey into doing what he
wanted.

Dating, maybe, but mating wasn’t on Carey’s

to-do list. Not in this decade. He didn’t need a
mate to weigh him down and tell him what to do.

Isaac’s cynical gaze swept Carey’s exposed

chest. “I don’t think that would be such a good
idea. I mean you can sleep with him all you want,
but a job interview should be professional. I don’t
want you hiring someone with your little brain
and regretting it later. No offense, Carey.”

“No offense taken.” Carey shrugged. At least

one of them was looking out for the company. His
respect  for  Isaac  grew  at  the  man’s  insistence  on
someone  responsible  doing  the  hiring.  Obviously
Broden wasn’t giving the interview the right kind
of  attention.  Carey  would  love  a  repeat  of  their
first  encounter,  but  he  could  use  a  job  more.  He
also didn’t plan to get it because he was sleeping
with the boss.

Carey’s phone beeped. He pulled it out of his

pocket. “I think you need to beef up your firewall.
I’ve been all over your system and there wasn’t
much stopping me.”

Whoever had been their computer specialist

before hadn’t done a very good job, by Carey’s

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estimation.

Their

security

program

was

sophisticated, but anyone with an ounce of
knowledge knew all of its back doors.

The astonishment on both their faces made him

smile. They really had no idea about the
technological capabilities of a smart phone. These
obviously weren’t the computer crew. Carey
wondered who else they had on staff.

“You’re hired,” Isaac said.
“We will, of course, run a background check on

you first,” Broden replied. His smile told Carey
that it was probably more for personal reasons
than because he needed it for the job, but that was
all right.

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t. You’ll find I

have both shifter and human clearance,” Carey
assured him.

If there was one thing his father had taught him

even better than firearms, it was how to design his
own  background  check.  Carey’s  file  showed
whatever he wanted it to. However, the one these
people  would  see  was  the  one  he’d  set  up  with
security clearance and a limited background filler,
enough  to  look  like  he  had  a  valid  history,  and
with just enough facts to satisfy his curious kitty.

“Good,” Broden approved. “Now that that is

out of the way, Isaac, you can leave us and go
check Carey’s clearance.”

“Don’t you want to explain the job to me? I

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might not want it,” Carey warned. He might think
Broden was the hottest shifter on the planet, but
he wouldn’t ruin his life over a big cock, no matter
how well the owner knew how to use it. He’d only
offered to interview because he wanted a steady
paycheck for the group.

There were other options. More tiring options

that  involved  drumming  up  business  and  a  few
that  involved  shady  people  with  even  shadier
bank  accounts,  but  that  didn’t  mean  he  wouldn’t
do  things  if  needed.  He  took  care  of  his  people.
They  might  be  an  odd  little  pack,  but  they  were
his.

Broden wrapped an arm around Carey’s

shoulders. “I’ll tell you all about it.”

“It doesn’t include having to have sex with the

alpha,” Isaac piped up. “That’s completely
optional.”

“Don’t you have references to check?” Broden

growled.

“Yes, sir,” Isaac gave a snappy salute before

vanishing out the door, laughter drifted after him.

Carey tried to put his shirt back together, but

had to give it up as a lost cause.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Broden promised.

“Sit.”

Broden motioned toward a leather couch

positioned at the side of the room away from the
desk. The piece of furniture looked comfortable

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and well-loved like it had provided haven for
more than one impromptu nap and possible
overnight sleepover.

“Is this like a casting couch interview?” Carey

asked, waggling his eyebrows at Broden. “Should
I strip to see if I’m qualified for the job?”

Broden grinned. “The job isn’t contingent on

giving  me  sexual  favors.  However,  don’t  let  that
stop  you  from  sleeping  with  the  boss.  Although
I’m  in  charge  of  the  company,  I  won’t  be  your
direct supervisor, Isaac will. He’s in charge of day-
to-day operations.”

“Good.” Carey hadn’t stopped kicking himself

for not getting Broden’s number before. He’d had
an attack of nerves in the middle of the night and
had  snuck  away.  Afterward,  he’d  regretted  that
action.  Broden  deserved  better.  Unfortunately,
unless  he  returned  to  Broden’s  apartment  and
truly  became  a  stalker,  there  wasn’t  a  way  to  go
back and apologize.

“I was going to go back to the club to find you,”

Broden said, breaking into Carey’s thoughts.

“You were?” Carey’s heart pattered faster—he

really was wanted. Despite the evidence of the bite
mark,  he’d  worried  that  Broden  might  regret  his
one-night  stand  with  a  human.  Carey  had  more
than  one  encounter  where  the  friendly  shifter
lover  from  the  night  before  refused  to
acknowledge  him  the  next  day.  Harris  generally

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hunted those men down and beat the crap out of
them, but it had happened before.

Broden nodded. “You said you’d be there in

two weeks. I was going to make sure I was, too.
I’d like to date you on a regular basis and see
where it might go. What do you think?”

“I didn’t think shifters dated. I thought you

mated  or  not.”  Carey  couldn’t  get  a  handle  on
Broden.  The  man  had  marked  Carey  as  if  he
belonged to him, but then didn’t push to seal the
deal. As none of his friends were mated yet, Carey
didn’t  know  if  this  behavior  was  normal.  Maybe
the  cat  shifter  was  a  bit  unhinged.  Or  maybe  he
was looking for a way to convey his regrets about
picking the wrong guy. Despite the satisfied look
in his eyes when he saw his mark, maybe Broden
didn’t  want  anything  long  term  either.  Carey
could appreciate that. He needed to get his friends
settled first and make sure their lives were on the
right  track  before  he  could  accept  any  man
permanently in his life.

“I’m not like most shifters. I’m a jaguar, and the

alpha of my pride. I need to make sure any man in
my life can handle being my mate. If you were a
shifter, it would be easier. Each of our animals
would bond with the other. Since you’re a human,
allowances must be made.”

Carey didn’t like how Broden acted as if being

human was a barrier that had to be overcome.

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He’d known enough shifters with that humans-
are-inferior attitude that he didn’t have to accept it
from a lover.

“I can already tell you that if you think you

need to make allowances for me, then we aren’t
compatible,” Carey let his disgust show on his
face.

He wasn’t anyone’s second choice. With one

last disappointed look at Broden and with his
heart breaking, Carey turned to leave.

Two steps later, Broden grabbed him and spun

him back around.

“Don’t leave, babe. I didn’t mean for it to sound

like  that.  I  just  want  to  know  you  better  before  I
make  any  permanent  decisions.  I  told  Isaac  you
were mine and I was going to keep you, human or
not, but I  do  have to make  sure you’ll settle well
with  the  pack.  Is  it  too  much  to  ask  to  give  us
some time?” Broden’s pleading look twisted Carey
into knots.

“I like you, too, but I’m not a consolation prize.

If  you  can’t  accept  me  as  a  human,  we’re  done.”
Carey  was  at  a  loss.  He  really  liked  Broden  and
even though he didn’t really want to be Broden’s
mate  at  this  time  in  his  life,  he  couldn’t  make
himself  let  the  man  go  completely.  He  had  a
feeling  that  if  he  quit  seeing  Broden,  he  would
regret it for the rest of his life.

“Like I said, I want to date you. Take you out

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somewhere, not my apartment or a bar, and get to
know each other.” Broden leaned closer and
sniffed at Carey’s neck.

Carey laughed. Broden’s breath across his neck

tickled.  “If  you  want,  I  can  strip  down  and  you
can  sniff  me  all  over,”  Carey  offered.  He  winced
after  he  spoke.  Eaton  always  told  him  he  didn’t
need to say everything he thought. Harris claimed
Carey had a defective brain-to-mouth filter. Carey
suspected  a  person  had  to  have  one  to  start  out
with  in  order  to  break  it.  His  daddy  wasn’t  the
only reason Carey had to learn to hold his own in
a fight.

Broden’s mouth quirked at the edges. “I’ll

restrain myself.”

Despite his words, Broden shoved Carey’s shirt

off Carey’s right shoulder a little to access the bite.
Broden  lapped  at  the  mark  he'd  left,  healing  the
open  wound.  “Sorry  I  didn’t  heal  this  for  you.  I
got  carried  away,  and  you  left  before  I
remembered.”

“It hurts like a bitch. I almost asked Eaton to fix

it, but that would have been too weird,” Carey
explained. He’d never been romantically attached
to any of his roommates—they were like brothers
to him.

A low growl vibrated Broden’s body against

him. “I don’t know who Eaton is, but he better
keep his mouth to himself.”

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The he-man act never appealed to him before.

Why  did  Broden’s  possessive  tone  make  Carey
shiver  with  desire?  Something  about  this  cat
shifter  had  Carey  reacting  like  he  never  had
before.  Maybe  there  really  was  some  sort  of
cosmic-mate-matching  service  and  they  were  the
latest  pair.  Only  time  would  tell  if  this  would
work out.

Carey raised an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t agree

to be exclusive.”

“Trust me when I say I don’t share. Until we

decide what’s between us, I’ll need you to see only
me. I’m a jaguar,” Broden said as if that settled the
matter.

“I didn’t think jaguars mated for life,” Carey

said.

“Jaguar cats don’t. Jaguar shifters are like all

other shifters—once we find the one we want, we
keep them.” Broden’s smile told Carey the man
already had plans for keeping Carey.

“I’m not dating anyone else at the moment. I’ll

agree to be exclusive for now,” Carey caved. He
didn’t want to fight, not when his entire goal was
to get back into Broden’s bed.

“Thank you. Let me know if you change your

mind,” Broden said. “So I can hunt down your
new lover and convince him of the error of his
ways.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” Carey said dryly.

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Chapter Three

roden knew the second Carey exited the
elevator and walked onto the third floor. The

scent  of  honey  and  lemon  always  followed  the
man. An odd smell to make him hard and needy,
but the results didn’t lie.  Since Carey had started
to  work  there  a  few  days  ago,  Broden  had  never
missed the opportunity to watch the man enter or
leave  a  room.  No  one  looked  as  good  from  all
angles as Carey.

Not to mention the man did great work. Three

banks now had permanent contracts with them
after Carey easily hacked into their accounts to
show them the error of their ways.

His hot lover was also good for business—what

more could he ask for?

He struggled against the urge to purr.
After taking a slow calming breath, Broden

turned and tried to focus on his spreadsheet.

“Did you say something, boss?” Isaac asked.
The smirk on his face told Broden his beta

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needed his ass kicked…again. Ever since Carey
had started on the job and showed all the errors
their last computer guy had left behind, Isaac had
been beside himself with smugness.

Not only did Isaac pat himself on the back for

bringing Carey on board, but for finding Broden’s
mate. Isaac said that he got the credit because
Broden let Carey slip through his fingers.

Smug bastard.
“No, I didn’t say anything.” Broden let a little

growl underlie his words to show his ire.

Isaac tilted his head submissively, even though

the twinkle in his eyes didn’t dim. “You should
see the workers pop out of the woodwork when
he walks through the office, men and women.”

A fang pricked Broden’s lower lip. He sucked

in a breath, appalled at the action. Only Carey
affected him enough to lose control and actually
fang out.

Isaac gave a strangled laugh.
“Oh, shut up. I can’t help if it drives me insane.

Have you seen my guy? He’s hot!”

“He is,” Isaac agreed. “You think he’s the one?”
Broden nodded. “He’s jumpy though. He’s

agreed to be exclusive, but not to commit.”

“Is it the rock star thing?” Isaac asked.
Broden shook his head. “No, I think it’s because

I made a comment about him being human. He’s
kind of sensitive about it.”

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Isaac tilted his head to examine Broden.

“Maybe you’re just insensitive. You’ve never had
to actually consider someone’s feelings before.
Everyone has always catered to you, especially in
the pride. I think you need to step up your game.
Do you know he remembered Julie’s birthday and
he hasn’t even been here a week?”

Broden shrugged. “You know I don’t remember

stuff like that.” He’d never been good with
anniversaries

and

holidays—they

always

interrupted the flow of the regular day. Annoying.

“She’s been your assistant for ten years,” Isaac

said, exasperated.

“So?” Broden wondered where his beta was

going with his weird comment. It’s not like
Broden didn’t know how long she’d been his
assistant.

Isaac rolled his eyes. “My point is, he’d make a

good alpha mate. He already knows how to get on
everyone’s good side, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s
easy on the eyes.”

They both watched the friendly blond exchange

smiles with the receptionist. Carey brought out the
best in everyone. Not to mention his shirt outlined
a nice set of muscles.  Broden longed to strip him
naked  and  examine  every  bump  with  his  fingers
and  tongue.  Sometimes  at  night  he  had  dreams
about  doing  that  exact  thing.  He  wished  to  do
more of it in the future.

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He smiled as he visualized the mating mark

still there beneath Carey’s shirt. Broden made sure
to freshen it each time they made love. Eventually,
it would become permanent.

“I worry he’s not strong enough because he’s

human.”  As  much  as  Broden  wanted  to  keep
Carey  forever,  he  worried  the  pretty  man
wouldn’t  be  strong  enough  to  be  a  shifter  mate.
Although  a  mixture  of  cat  breeds  formed  their
small  pride,  they  didn’t  have  any  humans  in  the
mix.  He  ignored  the  unhappy  snarl  of  his  inner
cat.

“I think Carey would kick your ass if he heard

you  questioning  his  strength.  I  think  he’s  plenty
strong  for a human, and if he somehow gets into
an  altercation  with  a  shifter,  he’s  got  you,  our
pride,  and  that  band  of  his  behind  him,”  Isaac
persisted.

Isaac had come to some of Carey’s concerts and

was becoming an avid fan. Broden suspected it
was a particular crocodile shifter that really had
his attention, but he didn’t point that out. Not yet.

Broden shook his head. “As much as I want to

keep him, it would kill me if I hurt him.” That’s
what it came down to. He didn’t want to hurt the
younger man.

Humans were fragile. His father had drummed

that into him years ago when he’d gone to a public
human-shifter school.

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Unfortunately, his parents weren’t around

anymore to ask for advice. His mother had died in
a plane crash and his dad died soon after from a
broken heart. For shifters, it wasn’t just a figure of
speech. When they lost their mate, their heart
literally couldn’t take the pain.

“So that’s it. Despite claiming him as yours,

you’re  going  to  let  him  get  away?”  Isaac’s  tone
expressed  both  disgust  and  disbelief.  “I  never
thought  I’d  see  the  day  my  alpha  was  afraid  of
something.”

“I can rip out your throat before you make it to

the door,” Broden said mildly.

Isaac cleared his throat. “It’s your decision,

boss.”

Broden nodded. “Remember that.”
After discussing a few more items of business,

Isaac  rushed  off  to  carry out  Broden’s  orders.  He
left the door open when he exited, leaving Broden
with  a  clear  view  of  Carey  talking  to  a  new
worker.  Broden  had  contracted  the  man  for
protection support, but his inner jaguar didn’t like
how  close  the  man  stood  to  Carey.  No  one  but
Broden  should  stand  near  enough  to  mingle  his
scent with Carey’s.

The new guy, Dan or Dean or something,

watched Carey with a glow of attraction that made
Broden’s animal half want to take the man down
like a wounded deer and rip out his throat.

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The Carey issue ate away at him. He needed to

have the gorgeous man under him, preferably
naked and wrapped around his cock. Memories of
the last time they got together haunted him day
and night. He had to have Carey, he just hoped it
wasn’t a selfish move that would injure his pride
in the end.

A loud purr rolled up his throat as he

contemplated  all  the  things  he  could  do  with  the
human. He imagined Carey’s robin egg blue eyes
darkening  with  lust  as  he  licked  all  that
beautifully  tanned  skin.  Broden  wiggled  in  his
chair,  parting  his  legs  to  make  room  for  the
erection as he contemplated the tan that extended
all over Carey's hot body.

Taking a deep breath, Broden ruthlessly forced

his mind to focus on the contract before him. His
erection would have to wait.

Linda came into the office, closing the door

behind her and cutting off his view of Carey. Her
natural  reddish-brown  hair,  twisted  in  a
complicated  knot,  looked  like  it  took  hours,  but
Broden  had  seen  her  twist  it  out  of  the  way  and
pin  it  in  place  with  a  pencil  and  get  the  same
elegant  look.  She  had  the  natural  grace  of  an  old
movie  screen  actress  with  the  attitude  of  a  drill
sergeant.

“You look nice today,” Broden commented.
Linda looked up from her notepad and

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frowned at him.

“What? Can’t I compliment you?” Broden

asked innocently.

“The last time you complimented me it was to

cushion the blow that you'd set the coffee pot on
fire,” Linda reminded him.

“That was what? Five years ago?” Broden

asked.

Linda nodded. “And I only remember it

because your desperate attempt at distracting me
failed miserably. Anyway, I wanted to say Carey’s
a sweet boy, though you should formally claim
him. Spreading your scent across him, then
sending him into the company to work is starting
all sorts of rumors.”

“What kind of rumors?” Broden growled. “If

anyone has said anything to hurt him…”

Claws popped out of the tips of Broden’s

fingers. No way would he let anyone harm Carey,
physically or mentally.

“Hold on, boss. I’m just saying it’s causing talk.

Some are saying you’re too afraid to take what
you want or you don’t trust Carey because he’s
human. I don’t think anyone has said anything to
him, but I don’t know for sure. Even if they don’t
say anything to him directly, he’ll eventually hear
the rumors and his feelings might be hurt.” Linda
look worried.

“I don’t think he’s that delicate,” Broden

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responded. However, the thought of it possibly
hurting Carey bothered him.

“It’s a matter of courtesy. If he were a shifter,

would you hesitate?” Linda’s expression made
Broden feel like he was reverting to his childhood
when his mother tried to hold him accountable for
his actions.

“No,” Broden confessed. “He’s right, I do treat

him different because he’s human.”

Damn, he was an idiot. “I need to have a

claiming  ceremony.  Prove  to  everyone  I  mean  to
make  him  official.  I’ve  been  an  idiot.  There’s  no
way  I’m  not  going  to  keep  him.  He’s  my  mate.  I
know it. He’ll have to get used to the idea.”

“That’s the spirit,” Linda approved.
Putting their heads together, they started to

schedule the party.

* * * *

Carey settled into his office. Because he did all the
computer stuff and needed a lockable space, he
was given an office of his own. Tony’s old office.

“Hello, pretty human, what’s on the agenda for

the  day?”  Lucan  slinked  into  Carey’s  office.  The
way  he  moved,  all  boneless,  made  Carey
sometimes think of him more as a snake than the
Scottish  wildcat  he  was  in  his  shifted  form.
However,  Lucan  treated  him  just  like  he  was  a

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member of the company. Carey had learned the
corporation was actually a small pride of mixed
cat shifter breeds who ran the business and shared
in all the profits.

“We’re breaking into WolfTrac,” Carey

informed him.

Lucan tilted his head. “A wolf company is

hiring us?”

Carey tapped a few keys and examined the

monitor. “Hmm, did I say that?”

“Does the boss know?” Lucan stepped closer to

see what Carey was doing.

“They’ve been trying to crack our system for

the past three days and I’m trying to figure out
why. I don’t want to say bad things about Tony,
but there were some emails between him and the
WolfTrac president. The email was encoded and I
haven’t had time to look at it yet, but it does make
me curious as to why a cat shifter would leave an
obvious good thing here to do some work with the
enemy.”

“Tony is working for WolfTrac now?”
Carey nodded. “At least that’s what it looks

like.  His  signature  is  all  over  their  system.  Not
only  that,  but  he  left  a  lot  of  holes  in  our  system
that WolfTrac seems to somehow know all about.
I’ve been plugging them and adding gates  of my
own  to  keep  them  out,  but  I’m  following  the  a-
good-offense-is-the-best-defense  route  and  am

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checking them out myself.”

“I did wonder why Broden never pursued

Tony. I mean, we’re a tight group and Tony never
really fit in, but he was one of us, you know. The
fact he just up and quit and no one went to check
on him is kind of odd,” Lucan observed. Sitting on
the edge of Carey’s desk, he sniffed the air.

“What? You know I hate being sniffed.”

Somehow it didn’t feel quite as annoying when
Broden did it, but it usually preceded sex so he
was forgiven.

“I can’t help it, you smell like Broden, lemon

and honey and, as a member of his pride, the
alpha always smells the best. I just want to climb
in your lap and sniff you,” Lucan confessed.

“Do it and you're fired,” Broden growled from

the doorway.

Lucan jumped gracefully to his feet, dropped to

his knees, and bowed his head. “Forgive me,
Alpha.”

“Rather dramatic, isn’t he?” Carey asked.
“A little.” Broden raised an eyebrow. “Rise,

Lucan, just keep your nose to yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” Lucan climbed to his feet and

hovered as if unsure of what to do.

“Go back to your desk. Carey will call you

when he needs you back,” Broden instructed.

“Yes, Alpha.” Lucan gave Carey a wistful look

before exiting the office.

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“Don’t be so hard on him, he’s young,” Carey

said. He felt a little bad for the exuberant shifter.
Lucan had a sharp mind, but a big mouth. Carey
understood the dangers of that combination.

“I’m not hard on him, I just don’t want him

sniffing you. That’s my job.” Broden walked over
and pressed his face to Carey’s neck, inhaling
deeply. “He’s right, you do smell good.”

Carey laughed. “I take it you like how you

smell on me?”

“Absolutely, you’re the best kind of smell,”

Broden confirmed.

“And what’s that?”
“Mine.”
Carey laughed. “Did you come by for a reason

or just to sniff me?”

“I wanted to double-check you were doing your

concert tonight. I’m going to show up, but it might
be  closer  to  the  end  of  your  gig.  I’ve  got  an
overseas  conference  call  later  tonight.”  Broden
gave  Carey  a  pained  expression  that  told  him  it
wasn't  something  his  lover  was  looking  forward
to.

“No problem. We’ll be there until midnight.

After that, you’ll have to hunt me down at home.”

“Speaking of home, when are you going to take

me to yours?” Broden frowned.

“I’ll have you over soon,” Carey promised. “I-

I’ve never invited a date home before.”

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It was sort of an unwritten rule. None of the

roommates  brought  anyone  into  their  house.  It
was  their  safe  zone,  where  strangers  weren’t
welcome.  He’d  have  to  check  with  his  friends  to
see how they felt before dragging Broden home.

“Really? Never?” Broden asked.
“Nope. I’ll check with the guys, maybe we can

have  a  dinner  or  something,”  Carey  offered.  He
didn’t  want  to  make  any  hard  promises,  but  if
Broden  planned  to  become  part  of  his  life,  Carey
needed  to  be  comfortable  with  Broden  in  his
home. Carey usually kept his private life private—
it  would  be  a  big  step  to  allow  someone  into  his
small group.

“Are you worried your friends won’t like me?”

Broden’s expression was almost amused as if
Carey’s concerns were ridiculous. Maybe they
were.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of complicated. Now, if

you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.” He waved
meaningfully at his monitor.

“What are you working on?”
“Hacking the wolves. They’ve been trying to

break into our system over the past few days. Do
you know why Tony left?”

“No. Why?”
“I think he might be working for WolfTrac now,

and I don’t know why anyone would go work for
those psychopaths if they didn’t have to. I’m

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wondering if maybe he had to.”

“You think blackmail?” Broden asked in

surprise.

Carey shrugged. “Did he give notice or

anything?”

“I don’t think so, I’ll double-check with Isaac.

As far as I know, he just stopped coming to work
and told Isaac we had too many jobs to do.”
Broden frowned. “That does sound suspicious,
doesn’t it?”

“It kind of does.” No good roads led to the

wolves. If Tony was working for them now, that
might be something Broden should investigate.

Broden grabbed Carey’s desk phone and called

Isaac’s extension. After a minute, he slammed it
back down. “I forgot he’s taking the day off to go
to a security seminar at the convention center. He
won’t be back in the office until tomorrow. I’ll
leave him a note and have him check on that.”

“Thanks,” Carey felt a rush of relief that Broden

not only believed him, but was willing to look into
his concerns.

“No, thank you. No one else thought to look

into this. We should’ve been more concerned with
one of our own.” Broden kissed Carey, hard and
fast, leaving a blaze of heat behind.

“Um, you’re welcome, but Lucan is the one

who mentioned that he didn’t think anyone
followed up,” Carey got out once he caught his

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breath.

“I’ll thank him, too, minus the kiss.” Broden

tapped Carey on the nose and left.

“It better be without the kiss,” Carey mumbled

as he tapped on his computer keys. The idea of
Broden touching anyone else, kissing or not, made
Carey cranky—Broden belonged to him.

“Crap,” Carey said, looking at the ceiling. “I’m

in love with the fucking alpha.”

“About time you admitted it,” Lucan said,

entering the room. “Thanks, by the way, for telling
Broden about my idea.”

“He talked to you?” Carey didn’t realize he’d

been fixating that long on his computer screen.

Lucan nodded exuberantly. “He said I had

good instincts for the pride.”

“That was nice of him.” Whatever faults Broden

had, he was a good alpha.

“It was. I hear you have a concert tonight.”

Lucan scuffed the floor with his shoe. “Is it okay if
I come along?”

“Sure, the more the merrier.” Carey sighed.

“I’m not making much progress with this right
now. I’m going to run a few programs, then leave
it for tomorrow. We’ll be at Feathers on Capitol
Hill. It starts at ten, come early if you want a seat.”

“Cool. I always wanted to go there,” Lucan

exclaimed. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled as Lucan all but

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bounced out of Carey’s office.

Lucan was a cute kitty. He’d be a good hacker if

he could stand being seated for more than a few
seconds at a time. Maybe he should ask Broden to
look into one of those standing desks for Lucan—
that way he could fidget and still get work done.

Pulling on his jacket, Carey headed out the

door.

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Chapter Four

he club pulsed with life and dancing as pre-
recorded music pounded from the speakers

positioned  all  around  the  building.  Carey  spied
his band mates on the small stage, setting up gear.
Sometimes it struck him odd that he was the only
human in a  band of  shifters, but  his  father called
him a shifter magnet for good reason. If there were
sick  or  injured  shifters  within  a  hundred  mile
radius, they always found Carey.

“Hey, guys.” He waved to his friends as he

approached.

“Hey, rock star,” Eaton called out.
Carey laughed. If either of them looked like a

rock star, it was Eaton. The man’s gold hair and
perpetual tan gleamed under the stage lights.

Catching sight of the familiar bag in Carey’s

hand, Eaton’s smile went nuclear. “You are the
best, dude.” He grabbed the sack Carey held out
and opened it eagerly.

“I figured you wouldn’t have time to eat.” He

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didn’t mention he doubted Eaton had the money.
His eagle shifter friend  sent all his extra funds to
his  parents  to  help  raise  his  five  brothers  and
sisters in Guatemala. His family didn’t have a lot
of  money  and  Eaton  worked  two  jobs  besides
playing with the band. Despite everything, Eaton’s
sunny  nature  always  shone  through  his
exhaustion and he’d never let the band down.

“The double cheeseburgers are on top.”
Eaton grabbed two from the top and handed

them to Harris.

“Thanks, Carey, I freaking love their salmon

patties.” The sandwiches looked  almost dainty in
Harris’s large hands. A nicer guy hadn’t been born
despite the hardships life had dealt him. If Carey
hadn’t found Harris crammed into a small cage in
a  sicko’s  backyard,  the  bear  shifter  might  not  be
alive  today.  By  mutual  consent,  they  never
discussed  Harris’s  condition  when  Carey  found
him.  Some  things  didn’t  need  to  be  talked  about
between friends.

“Did you get my steak burger?” Denton

stepped forward, his ripped shirt exposing his six-
pack abs. The man didn’t have a single ounce of
fat on him and as a crocodile shifter, he burned off
tons of calories whenever he transformed, leaving
his human form lean and muscular.

“Have I ever forgotten?” Carey asked, mildly

insulted.

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Denton’s eyes flashed reptilian for a moment.

“Sorry, dude, I didn’t eat lunch,” Denton
apologized.

“You know you can’t skip meals,” Carey

scolded. When Denton got super hungry, his croc
half took over and bit down on whatever was
closest.

A flush crossed Denton’s cheeks. “Sorry, I was

working on a new song.”

“Ah,” Carey nodded. Denton got lost in the

creative process and forgot to eat or drink or do
anything except the music.

Carey got his own chicken sandwich out and

sat at the end of the stage next to Eaton. “How’s it
going?”

Eaton scanned the stage. “Pretty good. I think

we’ll be ready in ten minutes or so. We should
have a nice crowd tonight.”

Carey followed Eaton’s head nod toward the

audience. The tables were filling up quickly.

“Anyone playing after us?” Carey dared not

hope the crowd was there for them. He thought
they were good, but he might be biased.

“Nope, they’re all here for us,” Eaton said with

satisfaction.

“Really?”
Carey scanned the audience with new eyes. The

crowd wasn’t huge, but it was growing, and it
looked to be a good attendance.

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The band quickly finished their food and tossed

their wrappers.

“I’ll change quickly, then we can get started.”
Carey grabbed the clothes Denton handed over

to him and rushed to the backroom to get dressed.

* * * *

Broden  exited  his  Mercedes  and  slammed  the
door.  He  could  hear  the  music  from  the  parking
lot.  A  deep  driving  beat  and  a  luxurious  voice
could be heard above it all.

Carey!
His footsteps sped up as Broden rushed to the

front door. When the bouncer went to intercept
him, Broden flashed his fangs.

“Whoa, cover charge!” the bouncer said.
Broden pulled out his wallet and tossed some

money at the bouncer—he didn’t bother to count
the bills. He needed to get inside, to claim his man
before someone else dared. Pushing his way
through the crowd, Broden ignored the angry
looks and frowns until he reached a few feet from
the stage.

Wow!
On the stage was a man of pure sex appeal.

Carey  writhed  and  sang  like  a  siren  spinning  his
spell  upon  his  hapless  victims.  Broden  knew  if
Carey  crooked  his  fingers,  half  the  audience

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would be more than happy to offer themselves to
him.

A low growl rolled up his throat while Carey

continued his song and shook his ass on the stage.
His inner  Jaguar wanted to drag the object of his
attraction  away  from  the  crowd  so  no  one  could
drool  on  him.  That  ass  should  have  exclusive  to
Broden Lyall tattooed on it to keep the others away.

Isaac walked through the busy bar to come

stand beside Broden.

“He’s good,” Isaac shouted to be heard over

the crowd.

Broden nodded, but didn’t say anything. Right

now he didn’t want anything to distract him from
his mate, especially with Carey dripping sex like
an incubus after a dry spell.

Four songs later the band stopped for a break.
Broden spun away from Isaac and followed

Carey’s path off the stage and to the bar.

“Good evening, Carey,” Broden said.
Carey spun around. “Hey, Broden. You’re

earlier than I thought you’d be.”

“The conference call ended sooner than I

expected,” Broden replied. “Happy to see me?”

“Always.” Carey stepped closer until his

sweaty body pressed against Broden.

Broden slid his hands into Carey’s hair, holding

him still for his kiss. Carey tasted like everything
right in the world. Broden’s inner jaguar let out a

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purr, vibrating both of their bodies.

Carey laughed. “I think kitty approves.”
“What’s not to approve of?” Broden looked

Carey up and down. “I think I might have to
demand a new company dress code.”

“I don’t think we’d get much done if everyone

wore skin tight pants to work. I wouldn’t be able
to sit at my desk, that’s for sure.”

“Hmm, okay, maybe only on Fridays,” Broden

amended.

Shaking his head, Carey accepted the bottle of

water the bartender handed him. “Did I see
Isaac?”

“Yes. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Broden gave

the bartender a cold glare when the man flashed
Carey a flirtatious look. The stupid man also had
the gall to check out Carey’s ass when he turned
away.

His inner jaguar clawed at Broden’s insides.

The cat wanted to rip the bartender apart. Broden
took  long,  slow  breaths  and  imagined  his  inner
animal  curling  up  in  a  ball  to  sleep,  a  calming
exercise he’d learned when he was young.  It had
been  years  since  he  last  got  so  close  to  losing
control.

“Hey, you all right?” Carey slid his hand along

Broden’s arm.

The feel of Carey’s skin touching him soothed

him as only a mate could—another sign Carey was

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meant to be his. Broden grabbed Carey and kissed
him. He started out gently, giving Carey the
chance to pull away if he wanted. Instead of
objecting, Carey rubbed against Broden, ratcheting
up the desire to unprecedented levels.

Broden’s grip tightened as he added more

aggression to his embrace. Carey matched him,
kiss for kiss.

“Carey, we need to get back on stage, man,”

Denton’s voice broke into Broden’s lustful haze.

He lifted his mouth to glare at the intruder. A

reptilian gaze flashed at him until the man’s eyes
returned to human.

Carey looked over his shoulder. “Sorry,

Denton.”

Denton smiled at Carey. “Come on, you’ve got

fans waiting.”

Broden received a quick kiss before Carey

headed back to the stage.

“Keep your hands to yourself, cat, Carey’s not

for you,” Denton warned.

Broden bristled at the order. “Why is that?”
“Because Carey’s good people and I know you

kitty cats stick with your own. I won’t have him
toyed with because you’re in heat,” Denton
growled.

“I’m not in heat. I’m interested in Carey and no

lizard is going to stop me from getting what I
want.” Broden had no interest in playing games.

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Denton smiled, revealing rows of razor teeth.

“I’m not a lizard. I’m a crocodile. Trust me when I
say I’ve got Carey’s back. If you hurt him, you
better sleep with one eye open, because we’ll hunt
you down. I’ve declawed a cat or two in my time.”

Broden nodded. “It’s good to see he’s got

people on his side. Someday maybe you can tell
me how a croc shifter came to be watching out for
a human.”

“You’ve got that wrong, mister. Carey usually

watches out for us.” Denton turned around and
headed back to the stage before Broden could ask
any more questions.

Isaac walked up beside him. “I still think he’s

hot.”

“He’s a croc.”
“Hmmm, I like to live dangerously,” Isaac said.
Broden watched as his friend tracked Denton’s

progress to the stage where he picked up his
guitar.

“Are you going to stay?” Isaac asked.
Broden watched Carey begin a song and leaned

against  the  post  beside  him.  “I’m  not  going
anywhere.” No way would he leave the sexy man
in a bar full of horny  young  people, all of whom
had  their  eyes  glued  on  Carey’s  gyrating  hips.
He’d  tell  Isaac  about  Tony  tomorrow—it  wasn’t
like the man was going anywhere now.

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* * * *

Carey  tried  not  to  stare  while  he  focused  on  his
music, but Broden stood out in his fitted suit  like
an  Abercrombie  model  in  a  sea  of  trolls.  Closing
his eyes in order to keep on tune, Carey belted out
his  words.  They  sang  a  combination  of  cover
songs and ones the band wrote, mostly Denton.

The heat from the lights made sweat soak his

clothes and saturate his hair. He knew by the end
of the night he’d be able to drench a full-sized bath
towel with his moisture. The crowd went wild as
the band wrapped up their last set. Taking a bow,
they exited the stage.

Carey only made it a few steps before a low

growl sounded beside him. He turned to see
Harris’s eyes glowing. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“That man is here,” Harris said.
Carey froze. Over the past few weeks, a wolf

had watched them, but never close enough to spot
and not always at every performance.

“Where?” Since Carey didn’t have enhanced

senses, he depended on his friends to let him
know if there were any strangers they needed to
keep an eye out for.

As a band of three shifters and a human, they

were  more  cautious  than  they  might’ve  been  if
they  had  an  all-human  band.  Carey  wouldn’t
trade  his  friends  for  anything,  but  it  did  cause

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some interesting times. More than once they’d had
to hide their true nature from the world at large in
order to stay safe.

Carey scanned the crowd, his training kicking

in as he picked out a few people he considered
possible targets. Unfortunately with his tight
leather pants, he had little room to hide a gun.

“Let’s clean up. Denton, you keep an eye out,”

Carey ordered, taking control of the situation. In
their group of four, Carey had always been the
leader.

“I’m on it,” Denton replied without hesitation.
Carey, Eaton and Harris all packed up their

equipment.

“Can I help with something?” Broden asked.
“Carry this,” Carey handed over a subwoofer.
“What can I do?”
Carey looked up to see Isaac standing by the

stage, his gaze pinned on Denton.

“You can carry Denton’s guitar,” Carey nodded

toward the black case and ignored the dagger
glares from his friend.

He hid his laughter as he bent down and

grabbed the keyboard stand. It only took a couple
of  trips  before  everything  was  packed  up.  The
person  Harris  had  scented  never  made  an
appearance  and  after  twenty  minutes,  the  bear
shifter declared the stranger gone.

“Do you want to go home with your friends or

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with me?” Broden asked.

Carey turned to face his band mates. “What do

you guys think? You need me to go with you?”

It would be the perfect reason to avoid Broden.

As much as he liked the guy, he was still on the
fence about the forever-bonded mates things.

“We’ll be fine,” Eaton reassured him. “Don’t

use us as an excuse. If you don’t want to go with
Broden, don’t.”

“Don’t be a pussy, Carey,” Denton taunted.

“Not when you can be with one instead. Of course
if he hurts you, I will kill him.”

Carey smiled. His friends were the best. Leave

it to Denton to cut to the heart of the matter.

Broden cupped Carey’s face, his thumbs

brushing across Carey’s cheekbones in a
surprisingly gentle touch.

“I’m going to kiss you right now unless you tell

me no,” he warned.

“Go ahead,” Carey whispered. He might have

reservations about his possible relationship with
Broden, but he had none when it came to kissing
the sexy cat shifter.

Thoughts vanished from Carey’s head as

passion overwhelmed him. He forgot everything
except the texture of Broden’s fingers stroking his
skin. He pressed closer, trying to add more contact
between them.

“Get a room,” Eaton said, laughter lacing his

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voice.

Broden broke away from the kiss. “I have one.

Want to come home with me?”

Entwining his fingers with Carey’s, Broden

pulled  Carey  along  after  him  and  through  the
crowd.  Carey  nodded  to  the  regulars  he
recognized  and  the  people  who  waved  to  him  as
he  passed.  They  paused  at  the  door  when
Feather’s  owner  appeared  out  of  the  crowd,
barring their way.

“Hey, Carey, not leaving without your funds,

are  you?”  Tim  asked.  A  condor  shifter  in  his
animal  form,  Tim  stood  six-foot-four-inches  as  a
human. He  might  be  able to meet Broden eye-to-
eye, but he still didn’t ooze the magnetism the cat
shifter exuded naturally.

“Thanks, Tim.” Carey accepted the envelope

the nightclub owner held out to him.

“No problem, you know I love it when you

boys play. My bar tabs always triple when you’re
here. We still set up for next month?”

“You bet,” Carey agreed happily, tucking the

fat envelope into his jacket pocket. That should
cover the utility bill.

“He’ll call you.” Broden wrapped his arm

around Carey’s waist as if staking his claim.
Typical obsessive shifter behavior Carey had
observed in the past, but never toward him.

Tim gave Carey a knowing look, but didn’t say

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anything. Instead, he stepped to one side and let
them pass with a wave of his hand. “Enjoy your
night.”

“Thanks, Tim, see you soon,” Carey said as

Broden moved him quickly out the door.

Carey didn’t say anything until Broden started

leading Carey to his Mercedes. Carey stopped in
the middle of the parking lot. “I need to take my
truck.” He pointed to his battered vehicle. “I don’t
want anyone to tow it.”

“Good point. Follow me and you can park in

my garage.”

Carey’s father had taught him to never give

anyone control of his method of transportation.
You can’t make a quick getaway if you have no
way to run.

“Sounds good,” Carey agreed.

* * * *

It  took  little  time  to  take  the  elevator  up  to
Broden’s condo from the parking garage and soon
they  were  stepping  into  Broden’s  sterile  home.
Carey  suppressed  a  shudder  at  the  personality-
free abode.

“I’m going to hold you to that promise of

dinner at your house,” Broden commented as if
sensing Carey’s dislike of his condo.

“I share a place with my band. You might not

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like  the  crowd,”  Carey  commented,  trying  to  put
Broden off a bit. He wondered if Broden would be
offended  if  he  suggested  he  hire  Harris  and
Denton  to  redo  his  place.  Combined,  the  pair
could  do  their  own  design  show,  though  Denton
would  rip  out  every  one  of  his  crocodile  teeth
before he admitted it.

“Hmmm. Maybe not, but I’d still like to see

where  you  live.  You  aren’t  ashamed  of  me,  are
you?  Your  band  mates  seemed  to  have  mixed
emotions  about  me.”  The  insecurity  in  Broden’s
eyes surprised Carey.

He tapped his cheek a moment as if

considering.  “Tall,  dark,  gorgeous  man  with  a
successful  business.  You  might  be  acceptable
enough.  I  mean  I  am  scraping  the  bottom  of  the
barrel, but I guess you’ll do.”

* * * *

Broden laughed. “Have a seat. Would you like a
drink?” He could be a good host. Jumping on the
man immediately would probably be bad form.

Carey sat down on the couch, his legs spread

wide apart and displaying his erection. Broden
licked his lips.

“I’ll take some water,” Carey said.
“Water, I can do that.” Broden pulled his gaze

from Carey’s cock to meet his mate’s eyes.

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Carey’s slow smile warmed Broden and eased

his concerns. “You’re okay with this, right?”

“Absolutely. I’m glad you came tonight. I was

worried I’d miss you if your call went late,” Carey
confessed.

“How could I not?” Isaac was going to pitch a

fit when he learned Broden had cut short the
customer call in order to attend Carey’s gig. He’d
rather lose all the clients he had, than disappoint
his mate.

Broden stared at Carey. He couldn’t remember

the last time someone threw him off guard. Carey
slid off his tank top, exposing an enormous tattoo
with an eagle, a bear and a crocodile designed in a
circle.

“You didn’t have that last time.”
Carey smiled down at the tattoo. He ran a hand

over the intricately detailed mark. “I’ve been
waiting for the money to have it done. I wanted a
picture of my family.”

Broden let out a snort. “Your family is an eagle,

a bear and a crocodile. You have a weird ass
family.” He knew they represented Carey’s band,
but he had to admit the lack of a cat in the tattoo
hurt a bit. Once they were officially mated, he’d
damn well add a giant jaguar to his lover’s body.
Maybe cover his entire back.

The cold look he received for his teasing

would’ve done credit to the crocodile. Carey stood

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and, even though he barely reached Broden’s
nose, the animosity crackling off him would’ve
made a saber tooth tiger proud.

“You’ve met my band.” Carey informed him.

“They’re my family. Well, them and my father.”

Broden held his hands up in a gesture of

surrender. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you guys were
that close. I knew you were band mates and lived
together, but usually completely different shifter
species don’t join as a group.”

Their relationship fascinated Broden. Another

reason he wanted to see Carey’s place, to
understand the interaction between the friends.

“We have special circumstances. I’ve known

them all since I was a child. It’s a long story,”
Carey said.

“I’d love to hear it some time,” Broden said

before he went into the kitchen and came back
with a glass of water. Getting information from his
lover was difficult. Carey was like a high security
safe with a triple encryption code.

“I’ll share it some time when all my brain cells

haven’t travelled south,” Carey offered.

Even knowing Carey was purposely distracting

him  didn’t  deter  Broden  from  falling  for  the  hot
look  sent  his  way.  He  carefully  set  the  glass  of
water  on  the  table  before  sitting  beside  Carey  on
the couch.

“I’ll be happy to help you with your little

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problem,” he purred.

“Little?” Carey raised an eyebrow, daring him

to continue.

Broden grinned. His mate did have a point,

there wasn’t anything little about the erection
pushing for room inside Carey’s tight pants.

“Did I say little? I meant huge problem,”

Broden soothed.

“That’s what I thought you meant,” Carey said.
Broden grinned. He would be happy to come

home to find this half-naked man on his couch
every day.

Carey took a sip of water before pushing off his

shoes and stripping off his pants. Stark naked, he
settled back on the couch with a come-get-me look
in his eyes. Broden had never received a better
invitation.

“Nice.” No matter how many times Broden saw

him naked, Carey still took his breath away.
Broden smiled at the fang mark on Carey’s
shoulder. He’d done well there. The man belonged
to him.

Now he just had to figure out how to integrate

a  human  into  his  world  without  his  entire  pride
freaking out over it. Having Carey work with the
pride  had  helped  some.  Getting  them  familiar
with  a  human  in  their  midst  took  away  some  of
the  fear  ingrained  in  them  from  their  parents.
Humans  hadn’t  always  been  kind  to  the  shifter

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world, and many pride members had bad
memories of tortured childhoods or frightening
knife- or gun-filled encounters.

Carey’s cheery personality and helpfulness had

done a lot to pave the way to better human-shifter
relations,  but  they  still  had  a  way  to  go.  Pushing
thoughts  of  his  pride  away,  Broden  quickly
stripped  off  his  clothes  before  Carey’s  interested
gaze.

“You are the most fascinating person I’ve ever

met,” Broden whispered as he climbed onto the
couch, placing a knee on either side of Carey’s
hips. “And you’re all mine,” he hummed.

“You had me before,” Carey reminded him.
“Yeah, but now you can’t escape,” Broden

grinned triumphantly. His inner cat loved to play
and since Carey was used to being around
shifters, he knew the young man wouldn’t freak if
claws and fangs came out.

“Who said I wanted to escape?” Carey licked

his lips as he regarded Broden with lust-filled
eyes.

“Mmm, not me.” Broden settled on Carey’s lap,

pleased when his human easily took his weight. It
helped that Carey was quite strong for a human.
Although Broden enjoyed being the aggressor, he
liked it even better that Carey wasn’t a fragile
flower.

“Kiss me,” Carey insisted.

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“Pushy boy,” Broden teased. He slid his tongue

along Carey’s lips until Carey allowed him inside.
Heat pooled through his body, making his cock
harden. Moaning, he rubbed against Carey’s body,
letting their erections bump and grind together.

He wrapped his fist around Carey’s cock,

pumping gently. Sliding his thumb across the tip,
he spread pre-cum across the top before licking his
finger to relish the taste. “Let’s get the lube. This is
one spot you don’t want chafing.”

Carey laughed. “I can’t argue with that. You

should keep a tube in here.”

“If you come over more often, I’ll consider it,”

Broden agreed.

Broden slid off Carey’s lap, then without

warning, he picked up his mate and flipped him
over his shoulder.

“Hey! What is it about you and treating me like

a sack of potatoes,” Carey protested.

Broden slapped Carey on the ass. “I like

potatoes.”

Something about Carey always raised his

spirits. No matter how much stress he had during
the day, just seeing his mate’s face made
everything better. Working with him just
increased his happiness.

Broden dropped Carey onto the bed. He froze

as the beauty of the moment grabbed him by the
throat. Love took away his breath, but Broden

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brutally held back the words. Carey wouldn’t
appreciate hearing those three little words quite
yet. When it came to feelings, his human was more
fidgety than a cat in a room full of puppies.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you

going to fuck me properly,” Carey complained.

“Properly?” Broden asked. “No, I plan to fuck

you very improperly.” He grabbed the lube from
the drawer. “Roll over. I want to screw you hard
and I don’t want to have to bend you in half.”

“But I’m very bendy,” Carey teased.
“I know you are. Now roll over.” Broden used

his commanding voice, the one the cats in his
pride immediately responded to.

Carey raised an eyebrow. “Did you just try to

alpha me?”

Broden sighed. “Just roll over before you totally

ruin the mood.”

Giving that notion the attention it deserved,

Carey rolled his eyes. “I somehow doubt you’ll
lose interest.”

Despite his words, Carey turned onto his

stomach and shook his ass. “Does this help
resurrect your flailing interest?”

“Definitely, your ass could be the next Viagra,

able to make a man hard with a single shake.”

Carey looked over his shoulder at Broden. “I

don’t know if I should be flattered or appalled by
the imagery you just put in my head.”

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“Let’s go with flattered,” Broden said.
Broden prepped his lover carefully before

slicking  up  himself.  Without  further  warning,  he
pushed  his  cock  inside  Carey’s  well-lubed  hole,
relishing the first moment of entry. The second he
entered Carey, he paused to savor the initial body-
to-body  interaction.  He’d  had  many  lovers  in  his
past  and  none  of  them  had  ever  felt  as  good  as
Carey.  When  they  connected,  it  was  as  if  their
souls bonded.

Leaning forward, he wrapped his body entirely

around  Carey,  surrounding  his  lover  with  his
heat.  In  slow,  dreamy  movements,  he  slid  in  and
out of Carey, cherishing every brush of skin, every
second  of  heat  surrounding  his  cock  and  every
gasp he pulled from his mate like sweet music.

“You feel so amazing wrapped around me. I

want to keep you here forever,” Broden whispered
in Carey’s ear.

“It might make time at the office a little

awkward,” Carey answered with a hitch in his
breath.

“Mmm, I’ll chance it.” Broden plunged his teeth

into his mating mark, reinforcing his claim.
“You’re mine. The sooner you agree, the quicker
we can start planning our life together.”

“But no pressure.” Carey tightened around

Broden, making him buck from the sensation.
“And stop biting.”

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“More pressure,” Broden groaned. “And I’ll

bite you until everyone knows you’re claimed.”

The thought of everyone knowing Carey

belonged to him even when he danced half-naked
on the stage shone as a tantalizing dream. Broden
wrapped a hand around Carey’s cock, pumping
him to completion.

With a cry, Carey came and shot across the

sheets.  The  smell  and  feel  of  Carey  coming  sent
Broden  over  the  edge.  His  cock  pulsed  out  his
release,  flooding  his  lover  with  his  scent  and
reinforcing his mating claim.

Carefully disengaging from his mate, Broden

toppled sideways. He pulled Carey into his arms
as he tumbled away from the mess.

“I’ll clean it up in a minute,” Broden said.
“We need new sheets,” Carey muttered.
“Rest. I’ll get them in a bit,” Broden reassured

him.

“Okay,” Carey agreed, his voice already sleepy.
“My mate,” Broden whispered, nuzzling the

back of Carey’s neck.

“Yours,” Carey agreed.

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Chapter Five

roden woke up smiling with Carey cuddled
in his arms. Carey had agreed to be his. His

mate might have said it in the heat of passion, but
Broden  would  hold  him  to  his  agreement.  It
would  only  take  a  quick  phone  call  to  Linda  to
arrange a pride meeting for next week. They could
plan  a  mating  ceremony  at  the  same  time.  He’d
even  spread  the  invitation  to  Carey’s  friends  and
father if he wanted. Broden wondered what kind
of person had raised his rather complicated mate.

Broden brushed the hair from Carey’s face as he

slept.  For  a  person  who  always  appeared  on  the
alert  while  awake,  Carey  slept  hard  like  a  child
safe  in  his  bed.  Broden  hoped  Carey  always  felt
that level of security when sleeping with him.

With a quick kiss to Carey’s cheek, Broden

slipped  out  of  bed,  then  pulled  on  his  jeans.  He
kept  his  steps  quiet  when  he  left  his  bedroom  to
start  some  coffee.  No  reason  to  wake  his  lover,
they  had  no  work  today.  That  reminded  Broden

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he still needed to talk to Isaac about Tony.

“Good morning, Mr. Lyall,” a strange voice

said.

Broden’s claws popped out of his fingertips in

response to an intruder in his house. A wiry blond
man with the coldest eyes he’d ever seen sat on his
counter. A pistol rested beside him in plain sight.
Dressed  in  a  bland  outfit  of  off-brand  sneakers,
khakis  and  a  beige  polo  shirt,  the  man  wouldn’t
stand  out  in  a  crowd.  The  average  person
wouldn’t remember the stranger two seconds after
he passed him on the street. Broden felt chilled at
the  ease  with  which  the  man  would  blend  into  a
crowd,  just  a  regular  every  day  guy  who
comfortably fingered the weapon at his side.

“Who are you?” Broden was quite pleased his

voice didn’t shake. He needed to get this guy out
of here before Carey woke up. His jaguar swished
its tail as if waiting to pounce and protect its mate.
Except the man had an oddly familiar smell and
Broden’s fears were confirmed with the man’s
next words.

“No need to get uppity, little cat. I’m just here

to  talk  to  my  son.”  Somehow  Broden  didn’t  feel
reassured.  If  the  man  had  been  a  shifter,  he
would’ve  been  something  with  big  claws  and
sharp teeth. Examining the intruder, he took note
of the similarities. If his sweet Carey were twenty
or  so  years  older,  half  as  pretty  and  slightly

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homicidal, the men could’ve been twins.

“He’s sleeping. Come back later and try

knocking.” Broden didn’t take his gaze off the
man as he issued his demand.

Carey’s father gave Broden a low dangerous

smile that sent chills across his skin. “I’ll wait for
my boy. He doesn’t tend to sleep in much.”

As if to prove his words right, Carey shuffled

into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
He smiled when he caught sight of the gun-toting
intruder. “Hey, Dad.”

The joy in the man’s eyes at catching sight of his

son made him look like a completely different
person. The fast transformation from cold killer to
caring father made Broden a little dizzy.

“Hey, Care.” Carey’s father jumped off the

counter and hugged his child like any other
parent. As if he hadn’t just broken into Broden’s
secure condo and brought a gun with him.

Broden watched Carey’s expression carefully,

surprised to see nothing but affection on his
lover’s face. Whatever the man did on the sly, he
obviously adored his son and the feeling was
returned.

After greeting his father with hugs and manly

back-slapping,  Carey  turned  the  man  to  face
Broden.  To  Broden’s  relief,  he  left  psycho  dad’s
side  to  give  Broden  a  quick  hug  before  making
introductions.

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“Broden, this is my dad, Aden. Dad, Broden

Lyall, though you obviously know that since you
figured out where he lives,” Carey added.

Carey’s casual acceptance of his father’s break-

in  skills  startled  Broden  a  bit.  Of  course,  he  did
hire  Carey  to  hack  into  other  people’s  systems.
Maybe  the  Gale  family  had  flexible  morals.  But
while  he  found  that  trait  adorable  in  Carey,  he
found it nerve-racking in his father. Next to Aden,
Carey’s crocodile friend looked like a baby gecko.

Aden nodded to his son. “I need to talk to you,

alone.”

“Anything you want to tell Carey, you can

share with me. He’s my mate.” Broden crossed his
arms  over  his  chest.  No  way  would  he  let  this
psychopath alone with  Carey despite his obvious
affection  for  his  son.  Aden  wouldn’t  be  the  first
father to kill his young. The man all but vibrated
with violence.

Aden ignored Broden and kept his eyes on his

son, waiting for his response, as if Broden didn’t
matter.

“It’s okay, Dad,” Carey agreed.
“A dead body was left by your front gate this

morning.  I  went  there  first  and  found  it  with  a
warning note. The Greben wolf pack is after you.
I’m  guessing  it  has  something  to  do  with  your
work  for  this  guy.”  Aden  pointed  disdainfully  at
Broden.

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“Did you get rid of the body? Eaton can’t see a

dead body!” Carey snapped.

Aden nodded. “Don’t worry, I told the boys,

but got rid of the evidence. I grabbed his driver’s
license.” He pulled a wallet out of his pocket and
tossed it at Carey.

Broden intercepted it and flipped it open.
“Is it Tony?” Carey asked.
“Yeah.” Broden didn’t try to sugarcoat it. They

both had suspected who it might be as soon as
Aden had mentioned a dead body. “I wonder why
they did it.”

“Because I kept blocking their hacking. They’ve

been using him to try and get into our system. I
guess once they figured out it wasn’t working,
they had no further use for him,” Carey answered.

“Why did he go to them in the first place?”

Broden asked. “He had a good life. A stable pride
and a good job, what else could he want?”

“Maybe he had debts we didn’t know about,”

Carey offered. “You never really know about
someone else’s life. Everyone has things to hide.”

Broden resisted that obvious invitation. “You

need to come and stay with me for a while. I’m not
letting you go home—the Greben pack knows
where you live.”

Aden gave a snort. “You’re an idiot if you think

he’s going to leave his friends.”

“Hey! You weren’t even invited here, you can

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leave any time now,” Broden snarled.

“Don’t talk to my father like that—he’s right,

I’m not leaving my friends,” Carey replied, his
face set in mutinous lines.

“Fine, we’ll find them an apartment to stay in,

too,” Broden answered. He paced as he began to
make plans. His mind worked better when he was
in motion.

“I’m not leaving my house either,” Carey said

between gritted teeth.

“Have you seen anyone strange hanging

around recently?” Aden asked.

Carey paused. “Harris thought he smelled a

strange wolf following us the other day.”

“If the Greben pack is after you, I’ll pull some

people  off  break-in  jobs  and  have  them  protect
your  house,”  Broden  offered.  The  Greben  family
manufactured some of the worst drugs. They even
made  some  that  affected  shifters.  Both  the  shifter
and  human  authorities  were  leery  of  the  group
because  they  weren’t  afraid  to  hire  assassins  to
take out any enemies.

“You know them?” Aden asked.
“Not personally, but I’ll see that Carey is

protected.  I  run  a  security  agency,”  Broden
explained as fear chilled his heart. How could he
keep  everyone  protected  when  Carey  wouldn’t
even be reasonable enough to move into Broden’s
secure  building?  Of  course  it  couldn’t  be  that

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secure if Aden just wandered in.

Aden tossed back his head and laughed. “You

think my son needs protection? I just wanted him
to keep an eye out. He’ll be fine.”

“Your lack of concern for your son is

appalling!” Broden growled.

“My son is more than capable of taking care of

a few shifters,” Aden said, his gaze challenging
Broden to deny his statement.

Broden was more than happy to oblige. “He’s a

human against shifters. He doesn’t have a
chance,” Broden snarled.

Carey turned to face Broden with an expression

he’d  never  seen  on  his  lover’s  face  before.  “Are
you  saying  I’m  inferior  because  I’m  a  human?  Is
that  what  you  really  believe?  That  somehow  I
can’t take care of myself because I’m too fragile?”

Oh shit!
“No. I’m saying you aren’t equipped to fight

shifters,” Broden explained. He flexed his claws to
prove his point.

Carey turned and stormed back to the

bedroom.

Aden shook his head. “You stepped in the litter

box this time, cat boy.” Aden reached behind him
and collected his gun.

“What did I do?” Broden had no idea how

wanting to protect Carey had turned so wrong. He
wasn’t making things up. It was dangerous for

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humans to fight shifters, everyone knew that.

“You disrespected my boy. He’s not going to

stay with you now.” The glee in Aden’s voice
shredded Broden’s last nerve.

“I don’t need the advice of a homophobic anti-

shifter asshole,” Broden snapped.

Aden shook his head sadly. “Don’t lay this on

me, cat man. I don’t care if my son loves a man as
long as he has someone. Unfortunately, you don’t
seem smart enough to keep him.”

Carey returned, wearing his clothes from the

night before. “Let’s go,” he told his father, not
looking in Broden’s direction.

“Wait!” Broden said. “I’ll assign someone to

watch you.”

“Don’t bother, Broden. I can take care of

myself.” Without another word, Carey walked out
of the condo.

“If he gets so much as a scratch on him, I will

hunt you down,” Broden growled at Aden.

Aden shook his head. “You know nothing

about my son. Maybe you should talk more and
fuck less. Getting to know your mate is just as
important as claiming him.”

With those parting words of wisdom, Aden

tucked his gun into the waistband in back of his
pants, covered it with his shirt, then followed his
son out. Somehow Broden lost both his lover and
the respect of his future father-in-law in one fell

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swoop.

“Damn.”
Broden dropped onto the couch in defeat and

rubbed his face in his hands. After a few minutes
of self-pity, he fetched his phone and called Isaac’s
personal cell phone.

“What’s up, boss?” Isaac answered.
“I want you to put a guard on Carey Gale.”
“What’s up?” Isaac asked.
“He’s a target of the Greben family. They just

left Tony dead on his doorstep. His psycho father
thinks he can take care of himself.”

“Against a pack of wolf shifters?” Isaac asked

incredulous. “I mean I know he’s got shifter
friends, but what there’s only three of them and
one human against an entire pack.”

“I know.” Broden felt better now that his friend

agreed with his assessment. When Carey and his
father were there, he was beginning to think he
was the only sane one.

“I appreciate a confident man, but are you sure

he’s not crazy?” Isaac asked.

“Not entirely.”
“What’s his address?”
Broden froze. “I don’t know.”
“You’re dating a man whose house you’ve

never been to?”

“We haven’t been dating long,” Broden

protested. “Besides, it’ll be in his employee file.

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Look it up.”

“You’ve had time to mark him,” Isaac

countered.

Broden growled. “Just find his address and put

security on him. If anything happens to him I’ll
never forgive myself.”

“We’ll keep him safe,” Isaac answered

cheerfully.

“Thanks.” Relief filled Broden. Isaac would take

care of Carey just like he handled everything else
with ruthless efficiency.

“No problem, boss, I’m interested in

discovering  more  about  the  guy  you’ve  fallen  in
love  with.  I  mean  I  like  him  and  all  and  he’s  a
great  hacker,  but  he  never  really  shares  anything
personal.”

“I know,” Broden agreed. When all was said

and  done,  he  really  didn’t  know  his  lover  that
well. Maybe he could learn more about Carey and
keep  him  safe  at  the  same  time.  “While  you’re
checking out his address,  do  a background check
on  his  father.  He  came  to  my  apartment  with  a
gun and he looked more than capable of using it.
I’m thinking he has a military background of some
kind.  He  might  even  still  be  active.  His  name  is
Aden Gale.”

“Got it. You know if Carey finds out you’re

investigating his father he might not be so
forgiving,” Isaac warned. “Some people try to

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learn things through conversations with their
mates—you might want to try it sometime.”

“It should concern you to know that you and

Carey’s father agree on that point,” Broden
pointed out.

“I’m just letting you know you might be taking

the wrong approach to this whole thing,” Isaac
said.

“Carey is my mate. He’ll forgive me.” Broden

had confidence that his lover would get over his
ire. Didn’t he have to?

* * * *

Carey was still fuming when he entered his house
twenty minutes later with his father on his heels.

Eaton, Denton and Harris were lounging

around the mansion, eating wings and pizza.

He frowned at the eagle shifter. “Don’t you feel

cannibalistic when eating something with wings?”

Eaton laughed. “I think I can overcome any

kind of wingy taboo. Besides, you’ve seen me eat
chicken before not to mention eagles hunt smaller
birds.”

“True.” Carey plopped down beside Eaton.

“And each time it freaks me out a little bit.”

Denton and Harris laughed while Eaton shook

his head.

“Did you secure the house like I told you to?”

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Aden asked the shifters.

“Yes, sir,” they said simultaneously.
“The windows are triggered,” Denton said.
“The garden has traps,” Harris added.
“And I re-calibrated the security cameras,”

Eaton spoke up.

“Good. My being here won’t do anything but

draw more attention to you. I’m going to go, but
I’ll still be keeping an eye on you. You know how
to contact me if there are any further problems.
You guys can always go to the cabin if you need to
get away. I’ve added a little money to your
account, Care, I noticed it was getting a bit low,”
his father said.

“Thanks, Dad.” Some people might think Aden

Gale  was  a  strange  parent  who  taught  his  son
dangerous things, but Carey knew his father only
wanted  to  prepare  him  for  a  world  where  Carey
wouldn’t  be  the  biggest,  baddest  thing  around.
Aden’s  goal  was  for  Carey  to  at  least  be  the  last
man standing. Aden’s motto was even the toughest

guy will fall if you shoot him in the balls.

His father gave Carey a manly clap on the

shoulder before showing himself out. As soon as
the door closed behind him, his roommates started
talking.

“Your dad freaks me out,” Eaton confessed.
Carey laughed as the other two shifters nodded

their agreement.

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“You didn’t have to come home early,” Denton

said. “You knew your dad was looking out for us.
Why leave your kitty friend?”

Humiliation burned through Carey as he

remembered Broden’s attitude. He’d been halfway
to falling for the guy when he learned how Broden
really felt about humans. Carey felt like an idiot.

“Because when Dad came over with his news,

Broden told me he doesn’t think I can handle
myself because I’m human,” Carey confessed.

“Oooh no.”
“Idiot!”
“Crap!”
Carey nodded. “I’m apparently quite unable to

take care of myself and need my big manly shifter
to look out for me.”

“Well, to give him credit he’s probably not used

to humans like you. I mean if he’s only dealt with
shifters in the past, he might not realize that some
people, some humans are more than capable of
taking care of themselves,” Eaton offered.

“Always the peacekeeper,” Carey patted Eaton

on the leg.

“No, he has a point,” Harris agreed. “You are

exceptional. Not every human can take down
shifters. I don’t think you should give up on your
cat man yet.”

Carey let out a long sigh. “Is it wrong that I’m

looking for reasons to break up with him?”

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“Why?” Denton asked. “If he’s that much of an

asshole, I can take care of him for you.”

Carey pulled down his shirt to show the mark.

“He marked me.”

“Ooh,” Eaton leaned over to check it out closer.

“He’s bitey. I thought you smelled weird but I
thought it was because you spend the day with all
those other shifters.”

Carey shoved Eaton away. “He thinks I’m his

mate.”

Denton frowned. “Cat shifters don’t think they

have mates, you’re either a mate or not. If Broden
says you’re his, he’s never going to let you go.”

“Unless we kill him!” Eaton said cheerily. “That

would end the whole thing.”

“No killing!” Carey snapped. “I don’t want him

dead.”

The thought of Broden being harmed made

Carey’s heart beat faster in a panicky rhythm.

“You really like him,” Harris said with the

wonder of a child discovering a new toy.

“Yes. I really like the idiot,” Carey grudgingly

admitted.

“Carey’s in loooveee,” Denton sang.
“Shut up,” Carey threw a chicken wing at him.
Denton snagged the food out of the air and bit

into it.

Looking around the large room made him

smile. The house was an old Victorian with all the

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original details. With over seven thousand square
feet of space, it was too big and too much upkeep.
However,  it  was  filled  with  memories  of  his
childhood and growing up with his shifter friends.
When  Carey  looked  around  the  house,  he  saw  a
home  filled  with  memories.  The  long  banister  he
used  to  slide  down,  the  ballroom  where  his
grandmother  taught  him  to  waltz  and  the
enormous  kitchen  where  she  tried  but  failed  to
teach him how to cook.

His grandmother had invited his friends into

her home and lavished them with all the love they
could  ever  need.  She’d  even  added  a  freshwater
pond  for  Denton  to  swim  in  when  he  needed  a
good  soak.  They’d  all  mourned  deeply  when  she
died five years ago.

“What are you thinking about?” Eaton asked.
“Memories. I’ve had some great ones in this

house.”

“Have you thought about who you’re going to

leave it to when you die?” Eaton asked.

“Poaching out my house?” Carey asked.

Shifters lived much longer than humans and it
made sense to him that his friends would worry
about their home.

“No,” Eaton denied. “I was just wondering.

You don’t have any siblings. You probably aren’t
going to have kids unless you adopt. And since
you’re denying your kitty, I have doubts you’re

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going to have any children soon.”

“I have the house divided between the three of

you,” Carey said calmly.

“No shit?” Denton asked.
“You’re my closest friends, who else would I

leave my house to?”

Harris growled. “You’re going to mate with

that damn cat and live a god damned long life.
You understand?”

“What are you talking about?” Carey frowned

at his friend.

“If you officially mate with the cat, it will

extend your life as long as his,” Denton explained.
“I thought you knew that about shifters. You
know everything else about us.”

“Since none of you have mates or have even

started  looking,  the  ins  and  outs  of  shifter  love
have  escaped  me.  I  can’t  believe  you  want  me  to
accept  him  just  so  I  can  live  longer.”  A  ruthless
idea to come from the usually dreamy bear.

Harris rolled his eyes. “No, you should accept

him because you’re his mate and the only one he’ll
ever have. The fact that mating with him will
extend your life is just a bonus.”

Carey sighed. “I can’t decide right now when

I’m under a death threat. Once the wolf gang is
dealt with I’ll make a decision about Broden.”

“I think it’s time for us to go back to the cabin.

Make them come to us.”

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“Gee, I hope no one follows us…” Denton said.

The sound of a bone snapping beneath strong jaws
filled the air.

They laughed over their food as they made

plans.

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Chapter Six

roden paced back and forth in his office,
waiting for an update. At least Denton called

him to tell him they were going out of town.

“He’ll be fine. We’ve got men following him,”

Isaac soothed.

“I need to go out there. I don’t like leaving him

unprotected.”  Broden  felt  twitchy  without  Carey
in  his  sight.  Especially  since  he  knew  the  Greben
pack  wanted  Carey’s  blood  or  maybe  his  skills,
Broden wasn’t sure about that yet.

“Doesn’t he have three shifters with them, one

of them a bear?” Isaac lifted an eyebrow at him.

“That won’t help them if Greben brings the

entire pack,” Broden fumed.

“I did some calls and six of Greben’s boys

headed out of town. I think your man can handle
that many,” Isaac said.

“I’m not going to chance it,” Broden snarled.
“Why don’t you give him the opportunity to

prove himself? You said his father looked like a
dangerous man. Maybe he taught Carey a thing or

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two.  We  can  keep  an  eye  on  the  main  pack  from
here. If they so much as twitch a paw out of place,
we’ll  hunt  them  down.  If  you  go  too  early,  you
could  lose  Carey  forever.  No  one  wants  to  be
considered weak by their mate,” Isaac said.

Broden collapsed on his couch. “You’re right.

Telling him I thought he was a fragile human
started the fight in the first place. No reason to
compound my stupidity.”

“Exactly,” Isaac approved. “Why don’t you go

home and get some sleep? I’ll call you if anything
happens. You’re not going to get anything done
today.”

Broden couldn’t argue with that reasoning.

He’d been there for several hours and had nothing
to show for it. “Fine, but call me if you hear
anything. Understand?”

“Absolutely,” Isaac promised.
The busy traffic home had Broden cursing most

of the way. Entering his condo and upset about
Carey and the Greben pack, Broden didn’t pay
attention to the odd smell until it was too late.

“Oh good, and I thought this was going to be a

hard capture,” a silky voice said.

A sharp pain pierced Broden’s neck as the scent

of  wolves  filled  his  nostrils.  Damn,  he’d  turned
into  one  of  those  too-stupid-to-live  heroines.  All
he  needed  to  finish  the  look  was  a  pair  of  four-
inch  heels  and  a  dark  forest  to  stumble  blindly

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through.

He definitely owed Carey an apology. Longing

for his mate, Broden tumbled into darkness.

* * * *

“Who wants s’mores?” Eaton asked brightly.

Three hands went up.
“Cool. I’ll get the stuff.” Eaton scurried off to

the small kitchenette.

“You should call him,” Harris said.
Carey scowled at his friend. “Why? So he can

explain my inferiority in excruciating detail?”

“I think you’re making too much over that,”

Denton scolded. “He’s just a little kitty who
doesn’t understand his ball of yarn bites.”

“That was bad,” Carey scolded his friend.
“Come on, call him before he gets his fur all

ruffled,” Harris teased.

“You guys are never going to stop bugging me

until I call him, are you?”

“Nope,” Denton exclaimed.
“Fine.” Carey pulled out his cell phone and

dialed Broden’s number.

The phone rang and rang before going to voice

mail.

“He’s not answering. Huh,” Carey set his

phone down. The lack of answer unsettled him a
bit. Broden always answered his phone.

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“Maybe he’s using the litter box,” Denton

commented.

“I will end you all if you don’t stop with the cat

jokes,” Carey threatened.

“Yes, Carey,” Denton and Harris said together.
Carey wasn’t fooled by their fake looks of

contrition. He knew they’d start up again.

A howl filled the air, the sound quickly picked

up by other wolves.

Eaton stomped back into the room. “I’m glad I

didn’t started roasting marshmallows because I
hate it when they get ruined.”

Another round of howls had Eaton tilting his

head, not unlike his bird nature. “I hear six.”

Carey yanked back the rug and pulled at the

iron  ring  embedded  in  the  floor.  Opening  the
hatch  revealed  a  wooden  ladder  leading  down
below. The smell of cedar and dust filled his nose.
His father had discovered the underground cellar
after he’d bought the cabin. It had been little better
than  a  hole.  Together  Carey  and  his  father  had
added a better framework, cedar flooring and lots
and lots of hooks for weapons. Pulling the cord lit
up a lone light bulb.

Rows of guns and stacks of ammo filled the

dugout basement. There was even a case full of
knives and a few bows, but for now the collection
of guns should do well enough to take out a wolf
or two, or at least sting their asses. Carey grabbed

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his new favorite Glock, filled his pocket with
ammo cartridges and was ready to go hunting.

Carey climbed back up the ladder, pleased with

his collection.

“Ready, wimpy human?” Denton asked.
“I’ll try not to break a nail.” Carey snapped in

his first cartridge.

There was a scratch at the door. Carey raised an

eyebrow at Harris who shrugged.

“Should we let in the wolf at the door?” Eaton

asked.

Carey shrugged. “Sure, why not if they want to

make it easy for us. Wolves in a cabin are sort of
like shooting fish in a barrel, not a lot of sport
involved.”

Harris opened the door. “Hello.”
A muscled man wearing jeans, a T-shirt and a

whole lot of attitude sauntered into the place like
he owned it. “Which of you is Carey Gale?”

“I am.” Carey raised his hand in a pick-me

gesture.

“I’ve come to give you the chance to work for

John  Greben.  His  last  computer  tech  proved
incompetent.  You  will,  of  course,  be  spared  your
life  as  payment,”  the  wolf  in  human  form
explained  as  if  he  were  doing  Carey  a  massive
favor.

“I’m sorry, but what’s your name?” Carey

asked.

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“Frank Greben, John is my brother.” Frank’s

eyes narrowed.

“I’m not going to be your computer bitch, so

you can just go back to your master and tell him
you failed,” Carey made a shooing motion with
his hand.

“You think your little friends can help you? I

can kill them with just a snap of my finger.” Frank
sneered.

Carey shot his leg.
Frank screamed and clutched at his bloody

wound. “I’ll kill you.”

Carey knocked the wolf over with a well-placed

kick.  “Here’s  a  little  something  you  might  not
know. My father is in Special Forces. He’s taught
me  all  kinds  of  things  about  skinning  animals.
Now  you  can  get  out  here  nicely  and  tell  your
pack leader to leave me the hell alone or I can hunt
you down and kill you.”

The wolves howled.
“My pack will tear you apart,” John warned.
“Or I can shoot them. I’m a really good shot.”
“He is,” Denton verified.
“What about my leg?” Frank whined.
“Shift,” Carey shrugged indifferently.
“I’m not shifting in front of you!” Frank

exclaimed.

“Then go outside, I don’t care,” Carey said.
“How am I going to get there?” Frank pointed

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at his leg.

“I can help with that.” Harris picked up the

wolf shifter.

Eaton rushed forward to get the door. “After

you.”

Harris tossed Frank out the door.
“Nice distance.” Eaton slapped him on the

shoulder. “That shot-put training you had really
paid off.”

“I thought so,” Harris said proudly.
The five wolves sitting in a circle looked at

them curiously.

“Tell your alpha we don’t want to have to kill

your pack, but we will if you don’t leave us
alone,” Carey warned.

Harris slammed the door.
“Who wants a beer?” Eaton asked.
“Ohh, me!” Denton said.
The other two nodded and a round of beers

were opened.

“How long before kitty cat arrives?” Denton

asked.

Carey shrugged and took a sip of beer. “I’m

sure he’ll be here soon.”

“You think so?” Eaton asked.
“Absolutely. He’s obsessed,” Carey said wryly.
“Your interpersonal skills might need a little

work,” Denton offered.

“Hmm. Maybe.” Carey rubbed his chin like he

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was thinking it over. “No. That can’t be it.”

Carey’s phone rang. “Hello?”
“Carey we have a problem. John Greben has

kidnapped Broden. He says he’s going to kill him
unless they get you. Come back to Seattle and let’s
get Broden back,” Isaac proposed.

“You want me to turn myself in?” Carey asked

in surprise. He’d thought Isaac liked him and if
Broden found out his beta gave Carey over to the
Greben pack, he’d kill him.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Isaac scolded. “I want you

to come help us kick their collective asses. That
way not only can you get Broden back, but he’ll
have to eat his words about you not being able to
protect yourself.”

“I like how you think, Isaac,” Carey

commented. “We’ll be back in town in about two
hours. Where do you want me to meet you?”

“Stop by the office and we can get you some

weapons before we head out,” Isaac offered.

“That’s not a problem. Where is the pack

located?” Carey had no idea of the pack
headquarters. He didn’t generally hang around
the part of town where scary wolf packs gathered.
His father taught him to protect himself, but not to
look for danger.

“They want to do the exchange at Seward Park.

I think they believe we’ll be less likely to cause a
fuss if we’re in public,” Isaac said.

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“Idiots. I’ll call ahead to the human police and

tell them to stay away. I’d suggest we go straight
to their pack home and hit them where it hurts,
but who knows what they’ll do to Broden. They
might kill him just to teach us a lesson.”

“Agreed, but we also don’t necessarily need to

go in there guns blazing. If you take out the leader
of a wolf pack, they fall apart. If we can kill John
Greben, it’ll all end quickly,” Isaac stated.

Most wolf packs were attack-now-worry-about-

details-later and were completely under the
control of their pack alpha. Little individual
freedom or thinking took place. If they finished off
John Greben, they were golden.

“Do you have a picture of him?”
“Who?” Isaac asked.
“John Greben.” Carey could grab a picture

himself from the Internet, but it would save a lot
of time if he didn’t have to.

“Yeah, I’ll text it to you. Just come back home,”

Isaac pleaded.

“We’re on our way. We just need to pack up

and head out.” After exchanging goodbyes, Carey
hung up.

Eaton looked at his marshmallows sadly, then

stuffed several in his mouth, giving him more of a
chipmunk than an eagle look. “I wove
mashmawows,” he said with his mouth full.

“That’s so gross,” Denton groaned. “You know

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I hate it when you talk with stuff in your cheeks.”

Eaton made kissy noises that sounded more like

a deranged squirrel than a kiss, making them all
laugh.

“Broden’s been kidnapped by the Greben pack.

They want to exchange me for him at Seward Park
tonight. We’ve gotta get going,” Carey explained.

No one moved.
“Which part of going did you guys not

understand?” he asked.

“The part where you think we’re going to

exchange you for anyone,” Harris answered.

“I’m not really going to be exchanged. It’s just a

ploy to get Broden back and kill their leader John
Greben. I won’t be in any danger,” Carey
promised.

“I don’t know these cats well enough to trust

them with this kind of exchange. I say before we
go we call in the big guns,” Denton said.

Eaton

nodded

and

swallowed

his

marshmallows. “Let’s call your father.”

The city streets shone from the recent rain as

they headed to the park, giving everything a
blinding glare when oncoming cars flashed their
headlights.

Pulling into the parking lot, Carey saw the rest

of the office had already arrived.

“You ready, Carey?” Eaton asked. The eagle

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shifter  had  his  hair  tied  back  and  covered  with  a
black  beanie,  and  all  four  had  Kevlar  vests  and
enough  weapons  to  start  a  revolution. Carey  had
damn near emptied the cabin’s weapon room.

“As ready as I’m going to get,” Carey replied.
He had a Glock in his underarm holster, a Sig

tucked  in  the  back  of  his  waistband  and  a  .38
nestled  in  his  ankle  holster,  plus  every  pocket  he
had was filled with ammo. If that all failed, he had
the  Bowie  knife  his  dad  gave  him  for  his  tenth
birthday  because  according  to  his  dad,  if someone
pulls a knife on you make sure yours is bigger.

There was no doubt in Carey’s head that the

wolves  had  no  intention  of  letting  anyone  but
Carey  leave  alive,  and  that  only  because  they
needed  him.  The  more  cats  they  could  take  out,
the better it was for the wolves. Less competition
was better for them in the long run.

“Let’s go get your cat,” Denton said. His

anticipatory smile would’ve been chilling if Carey
hadn’t been sired by tougher stock.

“Looks like the wolves need to be taught some

manners,” Harris said in his calm way. Even going
into a possible gunfight, Harris never lost his Zen-
like tranquility. Carey had seen him bash a rhino
shifter’s head in and then calmly finish his
sandwich.

In synch, the four friends exited the van and

headed toward Isaac’s group. The beta’s eyes

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widened when he caught sight of them.

“I guess it’s not your first time at this rodeo,”

Isaac commented.

“We like to call this a regular Saturday

afternoon,” Denton replied.

Isaac examined their gear. “Military grade.

How did you get your hands on this stuff?”

“It’s rude to ask where your presents come

from when you find them wrapped under the
tree,” Eaton said piously.

Carey suppressed his laughter because his dad

had given Eaton that particular sniper rifle
complete with a big red bow two Christmases
back.

“You have hidden depths, alpha mate. I think

you’ll fit in just fine,” Isaac’s eyes glowed
approvingly while Carey wondered if that was
such a good thing or not.

“Have you seen the wolves?” Carey asked.
Isaac nodded to a field away from the parking

lot. “Over there.”

Carey nodded and headed in that direction, his

friends  flanking  him  on  both  sides,  Harris  on  his
right,  Denton  and  Eaton  on  his  left.  He  vaguely
heard  cursing  and  a  stampede  of  feet  following
them. Carey kept his focus on the man standing in
the middle of the field with a dozen wolf shifters,
holding a gun trained on another man lying on the
ground.

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Carey had wrestled with himself over whether

or not he could commit to Broden, but seeing his
strong, vibrant lover collapsed on the ground
sealed his answer. He loved Broden. Every
stubborn, annoying bit of him, and if John Greben
hurt one hair on Broden’s head, Carey was going
to kill him.

“Took you long enough,” John sneered. He was

a  handsomer  version  of  his  brother,  but  his  eyes
had a meaner cast. Carey knew that type of man—
he’d  snap  for  no  reason  and  beat  the  crap  out  of
someone,  then  blame  it  on  the  victim  later.  A
bully.  Carey  knew  exactly  how  to  deal  with
bullies.

“Didn’t your brother tell you we were on the

way?” Carey gave Frank an appraising look. The
wolf glared back at him.

John laughed, a cold sound holding all the

warmth of the winter wind. “He told me you shot
him.”

“Yes, I did. I’d have killed him if I’d known you

had Broden,” Carey said.

John smiled, his dark eyes lit with a mean

mirth. “I like you. You’re almost as ruthless as me.
Your big drawback is that you have loved ones. If
you have people who love you, you’ll always be
weak.”

“Weird, I’ve always thought that’s what makes

me strong.” Carey stared at John as if waiting to

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hear what he was going to say, but in reality he
was assessing the situation.

“I like your house,” John said. “While we’re

here, I’ve decided to make it my new base. My
men are there now, helping themselves.”

Carey laughed. “I somehow doubt that.”
A look of confusion crossed John’s face. “I don’t

get you, you’re not the least worried about coming
out  here  and  being  surrounded  by  wolves.  Even
with  your  backup,  you  are  outnumbered  yet  you
don’t  smell  the  least  bit  like  fear,  and  neither  do
your buddies. The cats all stink of it,” he sneered.

“Can we get on with this?” Carey asked in a

bored voice. “Give me back my mate and I won’t
kill you.”

John threw back his head and laughed. “He’s

your mate? This just gets better and better. Sadly,
it does mean I can’t kill him if I want your
services. Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll
free Broden here and you come work for me.”

“I have a counter offer. Free Broden and I don’t

kill you,” Carey said.

“That’s your counter offer? How about I kill

one of your pretty friends?” John moved the gun
from Broden and toward Eaton.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Carey said.
“Why not?”
“Because my sniper gets an itchy trigger finger

when my friends are threatened,” Carey offered.

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“Sniper! Ha! You don’t have a sniper. Who do

you think you are?” John taunted.

“Lance, shoot the eagle,” John ordered.
The wolf by John’s right pulled out his gun and

pointed it toward Eaton. A loud crack filled the
air. A red bullet wound appeared in the center of
Lance’s forehead. He toppled to the ground.
Before he even hit it, Carey knew he was dead.

“Did you want to try that again?” Carey asked.
John stared at his dead pack member. “I can

shoot Broden before your sniper gets me.”

“You can try,” Carey agreed. He crossed his

arms  in  front  of  his  chest  as  he  waited  for John’s
answer. “We can do the whole shootout at the OK
Corral  thing  if  you’d  like,  but  that  sniper  taught
me  everything  I  know.  We  will  win,  and  even  if
we don’t, we’ll kill most of your pack—all so you
can get one hacker. You might want to think about
that.”

John’s phone rang. Not taking his eyes off

Carey, he answered. “What do you mean you
can’t take the house?”

Harris’s big body shook with laughter beside

Carey.

“Shush, you’ll make him feel bad,” Carey

scolded.

Broden still hadn’t moved. Carey wondered if

Broden was drugged or if the bruise on his
forehead had caused his unconsciousness.

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“Get everyone out you can. I’ll talk to the

owner.” John hung up with the person on the
phone still squawking in the receiver.

“Problem?” Carey asked innocently.
“Your house has apparently eaten ten of my

wolves.” John paled.

Denton didn’t try to hide his amusement—he

threw back his head and laughed.

“A wolf-eating house.” Eaton giggled.
“Enough!” Carey scolded his friends. The traps

they’d  set  captured  the  wolves  in  cages  beneath
the  ground.  It  would  take  a  special  pass  code  to
release  them.  His  father  had  set the  system years
ago when he’d worried some of his enemies might
be interested in capturing or killing his son.

“I’m willing to trade your cat for my wolves.

Do we have a deal?” John’s expression showed
what he thought of having to make one.

“Deal. I take Broden now and I’ll send your

wolves home.”

John scowled. “How do I know you’ll keep

your part of the bargain?”

“What am I going to do with a bunch of

wolves?” Carey asked.

“Good point. If I don’t see them in two hours,

then I’m coming to get them myself.”

“You should come get them,” Carey agreed.

“Otherwise, they won’t have a way to get home.”

“I’ll send cars,” John said sourly.

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“What did you do to Broden?” Carey had held

back asking before because he figured John
wouldn’t answer just to spite him.

John pulled a vial out of his pocket. “I drugged

him. If you give him this, it’ll counter the drug and
he’ll wake up with only a headache for his
troubles. Here, catch.”

Carey easily caught the vial.
“You know, for a human you have really good

reflexes,” John commented.

“Thanks. Harris, grab Broden,” Carey ordered.
Harris put the rifle strap across his chest, then

walked over and picked up Broden. The bear
shifter easily flipped the unconscious cat over his
shoulder. A flash caught Carey’s attention.

Isaac shrugged. “What, you didn’t think I’d get

a picture of that? It’s perfect blackmail material.”

“Send me a copy,” Carey said. With a nod to

John and a wave to his kitty cohorts, Carey led his
group back to the van.

“That was disappointingly bloodshed-free,”

Denton said with a pout.

“One guy died,” Harris pointed out.
“Yeah, but it was all tidy and neat,” Denton

protested.

Carey laughed. “Sorry, next time I’ll request

more blood splatter.”

Shaking his head, he got in the car and they

drove home.

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Chapter Seven

roden woke up to a blinding headache in the
most comfortable bed he’d ever lain in. Like

sleeping on a cloud, the mattress cushioned his
body and the covers cocooned him in a cozy nest.
He could easily stay there forever.

“Good morning, lazy cat.”
Broden’s favorite voice in the world added to

his pleasure and he began to purr. “Morning,
mate,” he replied. His voice sounded rusty to his
ears and his throat dry.

“Here’s some water,” Carey slid an arm behind

him and pressed a glass to his lips.

Broden happily drank the cool liquid as he

soaked in his mate’s scent. The whole bed smelled
like him—hell, the whole room did.

“I’m in your home,” Broden said, amazed.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Carey

asked.

“Someone stabbed something into my neck,”

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Broden replied.

“John Greben had you drugged and kidnapped

in order to get to me,” Carey informed him.

Broden blinked up at his mate. “But you’re here

and I’m here. What happened?”

“Let’s just say things didn’t work out for him

like he thought.”

Looking around the room, Broden soaked in the

architecture.  Unlike  his  modern,  cold  building,
Carey’s  room  had  interesting  moldings  and  pale
yellow  walls  with  vibrant  artwork.  The  furniture
had  the  feel  of  solid  wood  and  the  window
treatments  blended  with  the  colors  in  the  room.
Overall, it oozed home from the very core.

“No wonder you don’t like my place,” Broden

mused.

Carey laughed. “You’ve slept for a few days,

want to take a shower and get some food?”

“Sounds good,” Broden agreed. He didn’t

really want to get up—he’d never been so
comfortable in his life, but he did need to use the
bathroom and he might as well shower while he
was there.

“Come on,” Carey held out hand to help

Broden up.

Broden let Carey pull him out of bed before

wrapping an arm around his mate and dragging
him toward the door he pointed to.

“I think it would be a better idea if we shower

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together. Water conservation and all,” Broden
declared.

“Hmm, very wise idea,” Carey agreed. “You go

ahead and use the bathroom. I’ll come in when
you start the shower.”

Broden did his business, brushed his teeth with

a new toothbrush he found on the sink and started
the water. With some food and another session in
that heavenly bed, he’d be good as new.

Carey appeared as if on cue.
“Get in and I’ll wash your back,” Carey

motioned Broden inside.

“That’s probably the best offer I’ve ever had,”

Broden agreed, stepping into the tub. It was one of
those old-fashioned claw-foot tubs with the
amazingly high sides. A curtain ran all around it,
but when Cary moved the curtain away from the
window, it exposed a private rose garden.

“My grandmother planted that garden in

tribute to my mother. She died having me, but
apparently loved roses,” Carey said.

“Is your grandmother still around?”
Carey shook his head. “No, we lost her a few

years ago. She left me this house.”

“From what I’ve seen of it it’s beautiful,”

Broden said.

“I love it and I love you,” Carey said, soaping

up his hands.

Broden smiled. “Does this mean you’re going to

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agree to become my mate officially?”

“Someday. There’s not any hurry, is there?”

Carey asked.

Broden sighed as his mate’s hands ran across

his body, stroking and soothing him with each
pass. “No hurry as long as everyone knows that I
have you.”

“I’ve thought about adding another tattoo,”

Carey said as he wrapped his hand around
Broden’s erection.

“Whatever you want,” Broden agreed. “As long

as you keep me.”

“Would you like to move in with me?” Carey

asked. “My friends won’t be moving out.”

“I wouldn’t ask them to,” Broden reassured

him.

“Good, then let the negotiations begin.”

Without warning, Carey dropped to his knees and
Broden  realized  his  lover  had  no  intention  on
playing  fair,  a  fact  that  became  less  and  less
important  against  the  skill  of  Carey’s  talented
mouth.  In  no  time  at  all  his  orgasm  rushed
through him only to be greedily sucked down by
his lover.

His knees wobbled and he was more than a

little relieved when Carey stood up to help
support him.

“Come, cat man. Let’s go back to bed and I’ll

tell you a bedtime story about the boy who grew

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up in this house,” Carey coaxed.

Eager to go back to bed, Broden let Carey lead

him  back  into  the  other  room  only  to  stop  at  the
sight  of  a  pair  of  fully  automatic  machine  guns
with  white  bows  around  them.  They  looked  like
the sort of bows you’d put on a wedding package.

“Aww, Dad must like you,” Carey said. “He

only leaves guns for people he likes.”

“Um, that’s sweet?”
“Welcome to the family, Broden,” Carey said

with a grin.

Exhaustion wore Broden down. “Let’s get the

guns off the bed and take a nap. After that we can
explore all the things two grown men can do in
such a big comfy bed.”

“It’s a date,” Carey agreed.
Broden climbed into bed and cuddled his mate

close. Today he just wanted to lie there and be
with Carey. Tomorrow he’d worry about the
details of meshing their lives together.

About the Author

Amber Kell lives in Seattle, WA with her husband,
two sons, one cat and one extremely stupid dog.
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