Evin had been cocky as hell in front of Mason. But the truth was, he was anxious as shit.

A year had passed since his father had banished him from the pack and he'd moved to Dover. Twelve months of jacking off alone in his bed. And the loneliness was driving him out of his mind. But no one in town had even piqued his interest, and a string of anonymous one-night stands wasn't Evin's thing. They had a nasty tendency of making an empty bed feel even colder.

There was something different about Mason, though. The human definitely piqued his interest. From the moment Mason had walked into his bay, Evin had been coiled so tight and his dick so hard, he was surprised he'd been able to form a coherent sentence. The spicy scent of Mason's skin made his blood hot. The way those damn linen pants hugged Mason's ass when he moved had Evin's cock aching for release. Shit. No other guy had ever got under his skin so quick before. But it had been all Evin could do to keep a handle on his control and not grab the man by the back of his head, spin him around, and fuck him until Mason knew who he belonged to. Whoa. Where the hell had that come from? He shook his head.

Evin turned left on Highway 211, heading out of town and toward his cottage. After rounding a curb, he pulled onto the shoulder and set the brake.

"Why are we stopping?"

"If I turn around now, there's a hotel about two miles in the other direction." Evin pivoted in his seat and faced Mason. Even though the moon served as the car's only source of illumination, Evin's perfect night vision allowed him to drink in the rich hue of Mason's dark eyes. A striking contrast to the short layers of golden blond hair that shimmered under the beams of moonlight. Evin tightened his hand around the leather-covered steering wheel. He had to, or in the next second, his fingers would be wrapped in those locks, and he'd be finding out if they were as soft as they looked. But he knew one touch would never be enough to satisfy the craving about to drive him out of his mind.

"Is that what you want, Evin? Would you rather I choose the other end of the road tonight?"

Yes. Because I've got a bad feeling you're going to be a taste I'll never get enough of.

No. Because I think I'll go crazy if I don't touch you.

"I think it's pretty clear what I want." Evin reached out and trailed a forefinger along Mason's cheek. The coarse sensation of Mason's shadow of a beard shot through Evin's skin like a bolt of lust aimed straight for his cock, forcing him to bite back a hiss of pleasure. Mason turned into his touch, then took Evin's finger knuckle-deep inside his mouth.

And sucked.

Evin couldn't hold back the groan that emanated from his throat. "Tell me what you want, Mason. Say it." With a final swipe of his tongue over the tip, Mason released his finger with a pop.

"I want you to fuck me."

Monica couldn’t have stopped the whimper that fell from her lips if she’d tried. "Fuck me." Unbidden, her hips left the bed, arching toward her lover as if drawn to the drug they knew she had to have. "Dear God, Dane, if you love me like you say—Fuck me now." Shit. She was babbling, but at that very moment, she really didn’t give a damn.

"Baby, I’m going to do that and more." Dane rolled over and stood. "But I won’t be alone."

"What?" Monica tugged against the hold the cuffs had on her wrists. "Are you serious?" Her womb clenched, and the sudden wave of excitement had her pulse roaring in her ears. Dane circled the foot of the bed and headed toward the suite’s door.

"I overheard one of my partners at the firm talking about this very exclusive private club on the outskirts of Savannah, the one I’ve brought you to tonight. And after getting an ear and eyeful of what you’ve been craving, I decided to check it out."

Dane went for the door handle and swung the wood wide. "After a health and background screening that must surely rival the CIA’s, I was accepted as a member about eight weeks ago. That’s when I met—for anonymity’s sake— Bob and Dick here."

"Bob and Dick?" Jesus, he is serious.

"Hey, Danny," one of the men said.

Danny? Not too much of a change, but it was enough to keep his identity private.

The slaps of hands to backs in greeting reverberated from the open doorway a few feet away. Monica craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek. Curiosity was killing her. First one, then a second hunk of what she could only term "eye candy" brushed past her fiance. Her head fell back on the pillow, and she knew her eyes were probably wide with shock. He was actually planning to share her—And holy shit, did Dane know how to pick ’em.

The men raked her with their gazes, and if the bulge growing in each one’s slacks was any indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn’t know whether to cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her body was screaming.

"And what shall we call you, sweetness?" The one on the right - tall, lean, and blond - eased down onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the exposed side of her arm. "I’m Bob."

"Layla." It was the first name that popped into her head.

"Okay, Layla. Your fiance issued the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well." Bob glanced at Dick, then back to her. "Do you want us here and everything that entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew existed. Make you come—." he lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers "—and come again."

"Love you," Mason whispered against his mate’s lips.

"I love you too." Evin threaded his fingers through Mason’s hair. "Can’t imagine my life without you."

"Good. ’Cause I’m never letting you go." Mason smiled, then nipped Evin’s lower lip.

"Ouch!" Evin jerked his head back and laughed.

Mason flexed, ready to scramble from the bed, but Evin snaked his arm around his waist, halting his retreat right. A hard palm landed on Mason’s ass. Smack!

"Hey…" he cried out, whipping his head around to meet the handsome, teasing gaze of his lover. Heat flared across his butt cheek where he’d been spanked, sending a heady rush of excitement through his veins. "You love that, don’t you?"

"What?" Evin smoothed his palm over the sting, then promptly swatted the same spot again. This time Mason had anticipated his move and yielded to the sensation. "Keeping you in line? Spanking your ass when you’ve been bad?" Mason’s cock stirred back to life at his words. The deep and husky sound of renewed arousal in Evin’s voice tantalized every nerve ending and licked up his shaft, making it difficult to remain still. Evin pulled Mason closer, and the warmth of his breath caressed Mason’s ear. "Yes, I do."

The heavy thud of a fist pounding on the front door had Mason swallowing back the demand for Evin to finish the punishment he’d started.

"What the…?" Evin rolled from the bed and darted toward the bathroom. Mason followed close on his heels. After performing a quick spot check for any evidence, they grabbed their robes and made their way to the front of the cabin. The abuse of the wood grew even more insistent as they neared. "Coming!" Evin mumbled a few more choice words, then flipped the dead bolt and yanked the door wide open.

Landry Michaels and Kaleb Dalton, two senior leaders of the KinKaid enforcers, stood on the other side. The stony looks on their faces and the fact that it was three o’clock in the morning said they hadn’t dropped by for a beer.

"We’ve got a problem." Landry was the first to speak as he entered. Kaleb sauntered in behind, his palm resting on the grip of his automatic.

"Must be a bitch of a situation if this couldn’t wait until dawn," Evin stated, shoving the door closed.

"It’s the Gregorson pack." Kaleb swung back around, facing Evin now.

Mason moved in closer to his mate’s side. He didn’t know what the hell that meant, but judging by the chill that suddenly swept the room, it couldn’t be good. Mason glanced up at his partner and couldn’t miss the lines of tension forming around his eyes.

"What have you found?" With a lift of his chin, Evin directed the men toward the den, and the warmth of his hand at Mason’s back guided him toward the couch.

The thump of boot heels echoed off the wood floor as they proceeded into the other room. The enforcers were dressed in black from head to toe, their uniforms matching their dark moods.

Landry dropped into the large chair to the left of the sofa as Kaleb sat on the edge of the love seat, legs spread, hands clasped between his knees, directly across from Evin and Mason. Kaleb shoved a few strands of the auburn hair that had come loose from the band at his nape behind his ear, then looked to Landry. As if on cue, the other enforcer picked up where Kaleb had left off.

"Dead wolves."