Mate by the Music Read online

  “You like my lack of hair?”

  “Honey, I would like your pussy any way I could get it. Now, I just get a better view.”

  He set her down on the floor and whispered in her ear, “Lean against the jukebox.” Then he dropped to his knees and stared at her mound. “We have to stop meeting this way.”

  She giggled, covering her mouth. “What are you going to do?”

  “Touch you everywhere.”

  He reached upward, found her clit. In her experience, men always rushed. They touched her fast, in and out, then wanted to plow inside of her, get off, and be done with the process. Not Scott.

  With a circular motion, he massaged her clit until dizziness threatened to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the back of the music machine until her body pulsed with a need he had to fulfill. He fingered her. She may have screamed his name. A second finger joined the first and she came, convulsing around his hand.

  Tears filled her eyes. I’ve never had an orgasm like this one before. And he’d done it entirely with his hands.

  He wore no smug satisfaction, only curiosity and admiration. He crooked a finger at her. “Come down here.”

  He caught her in his arms before she fell over. “I need to be inside of you.” He scooped up his pants and took a condom from his wallet. “It’s been in there for awhile. I try to be prepared.”

  “Smart. Just in case a woman decides to force you to have sex with her in a bar.”

  “Nothing forced about it. Just in case a fabulous brunette decides to give me the best night of my life.”

  In seconds, he’d sheathed his cock. He scooted forward, taking her with him until he rolled on top of her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist again, loving the position. Her pussy wept and she desperately wanted his cock inside of her.

  He inched forward until she accommodated him. His breathing quickened against her neck. Finally, he thrust. She cried out her pleasure. When had she ever been so full?

  He progressed slowly at first, bringing her to the brink then taking her back. Sweat formed on his brow. She swallowed back more tears as release threatened to overwhelm her. The pressure built. She exploded again, the pleasure overtaking her and she sobbed, unable to stop the emotional assault of their mating.

  Seconds later, he followed her and none of her fears mattered any more. An inhuman growl left her lips. She had to have what she wanted. Without thinking, she bit his shoulder.

  He gasped then held onto her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the moment. They’d mated on the floor of Gunther’s Bar and a more romantic moment never existed anywhere.

  Releasing him, she licked his wound to clean it. It would scar. And she wanted everyone to see he belonged to her.

  A perfectly sated Scott lay on the floor, one arm resting beneath his head. He smiled. “So I guess this means I get to take you over the desk in the back room every time you work now?”

  She grinned. “Exactly.”

  “I don’t like desks. But I might take you over the sink or on the back of my bike.”

  “You rode in this weather?” She frowned. “Are you crazy?”

  “I had to get here tonight.” He lay her down on his chest. “What is this song?”

  Closing her eyes, she snuggled against him. “Don’t let me fall asleep on the floor.”

  “That’s the name of the song?”

  “Very funny.” She elbowed him. “I should bite you again.”

  Beneath her, his cock stirred again. “Promise?”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.

  Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.

  She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

  In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

  You can visit Rebecca at:

  www.rebeccaroyce.com

  Other Stories by Rebecca Royce

  I'll Be Mated For Christmas

  A 1 Night Stand Story

  Bethany Johnson grew up one of the only humans in a pack of werewolves. She didn’t have an easy time and her self-confidence was almost non-existent. Finally, after some serious psychotherapy and the help of weight-loss surgery, she is feeling like the Bethany she has always wanted to be. But now she has to say goodbye to the werewolves in her life. Out with the old and in with the new this year…

  Luke Denarius is the new Alpha of the Delta pack. He’s never met Bethany but the second he scents her he knows she is his. No way is she going off to Italy for adventure and hot sex with other men.

  With the help of Madame Eve these two will find that a mating is in the works for Christmas.

  Behind the Scenes

  Kyra Soloman has been a successful actress in Hollywood since she was fifteen years old. Now, about to turn thirty, she's had enough of the scene. She wants to move to New York City and rediscover her love of acting.

  Brent Hallow is the new 'it' guy in town. He's recently starred as a vampire in a teenage angst movie. He's also twenty-four years old, and the fact that Kyra is attracted to him makes her feel very old.

  But one hot night at a Hollywood house party will show them both they share more than the love of acting…and the real desire for rough sex as well.

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  Unwanted Mate

  Judy is Gunther’s mate—he knows they’re meant to be together. But his little human isn’t so sure. A tragedy brings Judy knocking on his door. When these two finally come together, sparks fly that could lead to forever.