Mate by the Music by Rebecca Royce Read Free Book Online Page B

blood surged with the challenge. “How do I earn it?”
    “I don’t know.” She pouted and danced away, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. “I haven’t decided yet.”
    The farther she went, the more he wanted her back in front of him. If she wouldn’t let him kiss her, he could do other things. He tugged up his briefs and his pants, left them unzipped and stepped forward, transfixed.
    She’d returned to the juke box, her body pulsing each time the song hit the down beat. Her hands explored, touching her hips, arms, finally lying on her breasts. She danced like a woman who all but considered herself alone, comfortable in her own skin, unafraid of her sexuality.
    He needed to shake that last bit from her consciousness. Putting her lips on his cock had done something strange to him—branded him in some way he couldn’t have anticipated.
    Walking up behind her, he grasped her hips.
    “Are you going to dance with me?” Her voice roamed like silk over his senses.
    “I could bring you tremendous pleasure.” He pressed his rising cock against her ass.
    Her back still to him, she shrugged. “Right now I’m dancing.”
    He turned her in his arms and forced her to look at him. “I can fuck you like no one has, beautiful.”
    “Promises, promises.”
    The words were true, but why? Maybe it had to do with the way she’d distanced herself before he could touch her, pay her back for the incredible gift she had bestowed on him minutes earlier. Her tone said it all. Nancy expected to be disappointed and she backed away before he could give her pleasure.
    He stared into her blue eyes and for a second, saw something he’d never expected: an animal lurked under the surface of her calm veneer. Her gaze altered, changing her pupils for just enough time that he saw that animal. And that could only mean one thing.
    “What kind of shifter are you?” He ran his fingers over her face, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath his touch.
    She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. “A wolf. Just like the shifter your brother married yesterday.”
    He sucked in a breath. “So you do know him.”
    It eased him to know Stark hadn’t been hurt—even if he’d wring his younger brother’s neck for having put the family through a scare and abandoning them at work for a week.
    “You smell similar. Families have a…compatible taste to my senses. He comes in when Yvette works. Like I said, they were hitched yesterday, which is why I’m here tonight.”
    Stark married and without a word to Scott or Sean. “Why do you suppose he didn’t let us know?”
    “He’s in that place where shifters go when they mate. All they can do is mate and love. All they can handle is each other. Yvette couldn’t get through her shifts here without Stark bending her over a table in the back room.”
    That kind of aggression didn’t sound like his Zen-filled little brother. Scott’s mind whirled. “Stark isn’t a shifter.”
    “He might as well be now.” Nancy ran her tongue over her lips again and he almost groaned aloud. How could one woman—shifter or not—make me so fucking hard ? “Your brother is shifter-friendly. Are you?”
    Scott smiled. “We were all raised with a shifter family hidden next door. I guess you could say we’re all shifter-friendly .”
    “That’s good.” She leapt on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and nearly sent them crashing to the floor before he caught himself. “Because I want to see if you’re telling me the truth. Can you make me come, human? I almost never do.”
     
    I’ve completely lost my mind . Had her wolf finally taken over all her senses? What the hell did she think she’d accomplish fucking a human in Gunther’s bar like she didn’t have a care in the world? Gunther counted on her to be his sensible employee. The one who wouldn’t lose her head because she couldn’t afford to.
    She’d just confessed to this male that she shifted. Bloody Hell .
    He kissed her