When Roxie and her friend, Candice, decided on a girls' night out she didn't realize Wulf's Den would be more than she had anticipated. But Roxie soon learned to expect anything. The presence of a super-abundance of super good looking men surprised her, and when the best of the bunch stared at her as if he wanted to devour her, surprise turned to amazement.
Beowulf recognized her as his mate the instant she crossed his path and her scent filled his lungs. But he had to overcome one hurdle. She was not one of his kind--a werewolf. He had waited for years to find his mate and he would claim her even if she was a mortal. He would soon teach her all about werewolves.
Roxie is caught up in strange events. Archaic markings appear on her wrist, and strong forces threaten to tear her away from her love as two other male werewolves try to claim her as their own. Would Roxie and Beowulf be able to keep the bond love had forged or would they lose each other forever?
The sound of Candice laughing drew Roxie’s attention back to her friend. “Are my eyes playing tricks on me or are there sinful amounts of hunks here?”
Candice laughed once more. “Isn’t it great? Gail at work told me about this place. I didn’t believe her at first, but after I came here last Friday and found she told the truth, I knew you had to come check it out.”
A perky little waitress stopped by their table and asked them what they wanted to drink. Roxie ordered a glass of white wine. When the girl moved to take Candice’s order, Roxie glanced over at the bar. She immediately all the air rushed out of her lungs. She’d thought the other guys she’d seen were gorgeous, but the one standing behind the bar outshone them all.
He had to be no less than six-foot-seven. His straight, soot-black hair brushed the tops of his shoulders, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. His shoulders were broad and padded with muscle, the same with his chest. He wore a tight, black t-shirt. Roxie couldn’t help but notice how the muscles in his arms bunched as he poured drinks. She wouldn’t be able to see what color his eyes were, even if he had been looking at her, which he wasn’t. Drop-dead-gorgeous guys didn’t usually notice her.
Roxie sighed with longing, then dragged her gaze off the bartender and looked over at Candice, who had a wide smile plastered on her face. It took Roxie only a few seconds to figure out who her friend was seducing with her smile. A guy, not as good looking as the hunks but not shabby in the looks department, by any means, sauntered over to their table. He smiled at Candice and asked her to dance. Candice looked at Roxie, who waved her friend to go. Candice was more of a party girl. At least one of them should be enjoying themselves.
Alone, Roxie glanced back over at the bar to see if the waitress had picked up their drinks yet. Her breath caught in her throat. The bartender looked straight at her, or at least she hoped he was. She turned her head to make sure there wasn’t anyone else standing behind her. She couldn’t believe he stared at her. And it wasn’t that he was merely staring, he seemed to be devouring her with his eyes. Finding no one at her back, Roxie gulped and looked back.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. The way his moved over her, it almost felt as if he were caressing her. The world seemed to fall away. She no longer heard the loud music or perceived the other people around her. Her whole being centered on the man behind the bar. It’d been so long since a man had looked at her in that way. Her sex-starved body thrilled at his touch, even if it was only with his gaze.
She squirmed in her chair. Unable to take her gaze off him, Roxie watched his drop from her face down to her chest. Her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened into tight buds. They ached for his touch, for the feel of his hot mouth sucking her. Not wanting to be left out, her pussy demanded her attention too. A throbbing ache built in her core and wetness pooled. Roxie squeezed her legs together, trying to alleviate some of it, but that only made the throbbing increase. Never before had she been brought to full arousal by merely being stared at. If he could do that with his gaze, what would happen if he actually touched me?
The waitress returned and placed the drinks on the table. Roxie wrenched her gaze off the bartender and tried to calm her body down. She picked up the glass of wine and took a big swig. It immediately went down the wrong way, causing her to gasp for breath while she coughed to clear her lungs. By the time she got over her choking fit, Roxie’s eyes were streaming and she had the feeling her face was an unbecoming shade of red.
Unable to look over at the bar to see if the bartender had been watching her try to cough up one of her lungs, Roxie slid out of her chair. She quickly made a beeline for the restroom. She splashed cool water on her face and gave her hair a quick fluffing, then prepared to face the world once more.
Roxie stepped back into the club, squared her shoulders and headed to her table. Her luck ran out. One moment she was walking and the next her klutzy side reared its ugly head. She didn’t just stumble, not anything as simple as that, no. With her right foot, stepped down, then twisted her ankle over. When the side of her foot hit the floor, she knew she was in trouble. She threw her hands out and prepared to meet the floor as she started to fall.
Expecting to land in an undignified heap on the floor, Roxie was shocked when strong arms grabbed her around the waist, effectively breaking her fall. Her hands came to rest on a rock hard chest. She blinked in surprise as she looked up into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. She groaned in embarrassment. Her rescuer was none other than the hunky bartender.