Seduced by Wolves Part Two
To mate or not to mate?
Attacked and almost killed, Selena James is surprised beyond her wildest imaginations when not one but two tall, dark and handsomes arrive to play nurse and seducer to her growing needs.
Drawn to them both, she learns from Zane--a demanding but truthful Alpha--that she is his mate, a woman destined to be the Pack healer. She learns from Cory--a baggage carrying sensual playboy--why you should never challenge an Alpha wolf and his longtime lover. The four hands, two mouths kind of pleasure is out of this world.
Word Count: 13,603 / 27,259
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, June 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Cory hadn’t intended to walk within half a mile of the training circle today. Teaching the youth was a task Zane personally oversaw, leaving the rest of the hunters to focus their attention on tracking rogues and keeping their quiet Pack safe. But when he scented Selena’s soft fragrance on the breeze, her delicate signature not woven with that of his lover, rage overrode common sense.
Zane was wasting precious time by not mating her, fooling with a bond as sacred and old as time itself. He and Selena belonged together. The two of them. Period. Anger weaved through his every cell as he strode to the vacant training lot. Each quick step closer brought the familiar scents of Zane to him as well as the overwhelming sweetness of his mate. The hurt over losing Zane now, over losing Linnea all those years ago riled his temper further. Marching right up to the fray, he stopped, ignoring the startled stares his presence evoked.
“Ian, go have Selena check your wound,” Cory growled as he waited impatiently for the teenager to exit the fighting circle, fury racing through his blood.
The second Zane remained in the ring alone, Cory sprinted inside, resisting the urge to let his claws loose as he shoved him forcefully with both hands. “What the hell is the matter with you, Zane?”
His temper escalated further when the Alpha refused to defend himself.
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me, love.”
The near smirk on his lover’s chiseled face fueled a hot rage and Cory shoved him once more, this time letting his claws out to scratch Zane’s bare chest. His partner finally retaliated, slamming his fist across his punching shoulder and driving Cory backward.
Regaining his composure, he stepped right back into the Alpha’s space. “You didn’t seal the bond with Selena, dammit.” He all but shouted on a vicious growl. “And everyone here with a working nose scents your indecision. You’re hurting your Pack.”
He slashed outward again, Zane easily sidestepping his lethal claws.
“I told you I want you there with us.” Zane grated, as they circled the ring, drawing a crowd. Their relationship was no secret in the close bonds of their Pack but never had they fought against each other even in training.
Cory ignored the wide-eyes of the teens around them. His soul had nearly been lost all those years ago when Linea died. He wouldn’t put himself through the torture again. Wouldn’t subject Zane to a similar fate. “I said no, Zane. Accept it.”
When Zane shook his head, sweat flinging from his face, Cory lunged. Dropping low, he swung his leg in an arc, knocking Zane flat on his back. A few stunned onlookers hollered, having never seen their Alpha downed but Zane rolled and sprung back up. Before he could turn, Zane connected his boot with the back of Cory’s knee. He roared in agony as he hit the hard earth.
The feminine shriek startled him and he lifted his head off the ground, his eyes locking on Selena’s tear streaked face. Damn. Ian had his hands around her waist, holding her back but just barely. She was a fighter, he’d give her that. When he shook his head, mouthing it’s okay, she stilled.
Zane’s thick-soled boot pinched one clawed hand to the ground as he bent low and fisted Cory’s too-long hair in his hand. He leaned close enough for him to scent the raw essence of his lover beneath the sweat and dirt from the training session. On any other day he would welcome being able to scrub it off Zane’s body, but not today, possibly not again for a long time.
Cory could hear the quickened beat of his heart, no different from when they made love. He groaned in miserable frustration, his mind and body torn about doing what it wanted and what was right.
“If you force me to choose between you two,” Zane whispered into his ear low enough the other wolves wouldn’t hear, “I’ll ignore the mating pull no matter how destructive I become. I won’t give you up. Take Selena with me.”
Outraged Zane would place the burden of Pack survival on his shoulders, he ripped his hand free and brought Zane back down beside him with a swift chop of his arm. The metallic scent of blood coated the air as he rested his claws directly beside his lover’s carotid. “You’re a bloody idiot, Zane.”
He watched the normally warm brown eyes of his partner turn cold as they narrowed and waited. A detached piece of him knew he’d pay for insulting his Alpha in public. “She’s your mate,” Cory pointed to Selena with his free hand. “Yours.” He growled.
The sacred mating bond existed between two individuals. No threesome possible. No matter what trash Zane mouthed, he craved Selena, needed her to stay in his life. Cory wouldn’t ruin that by tarnishing their time together. It took a certain kind of woman to accept two powerful, demanding men and she wasn’t it.
And he knew firsthand that hoping for it to be otherwise would end up in disaster.
“She’s either both of ours or neither of ours. Your choice, love.”
Gritting his teeth against the hunger he experienced as the Alpha refused to exclude him, he shook his head and growled. His wolf wanted to believe. To trust their leader. When another of Selena’s whimpers carried to his ears, he pulled his claws back, fearful of scaring her away. The Pack desperately needed her healing touch. Zane took the moment’s reprieve to knock him sideways and scramble to his knees.
“Mate her,” Cory demanded roughly.
Zane leaned back on his haunches, retracting his claws to swipe at the blood dripping from his hard chest. Cory knew he was furious as hell for fighting him here, for dragging their private matters in front of the Pack’s impressionable youth with Selena watching. But dammit, their stubborn, thick-headed leader needed to address this.
“Make me,” Zane taunted with a devilish grin, clearly enjoying a win in their tête-à-tête.