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  Sex, Wolves & Rock ‘n Roll

  Copyright © 2014 by Mina Carter

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-648-9

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  Chapter One

  The event organizers had outdone themselves. A packed room. Again.

  No surprise. The Lyric Hounds, the most famous werewolf rock band in the world, were hosting, and everyone wanted a pass to one of their parties.

  Sav, the Hounds drummer, grimaced, snagged a bottle of beer from one of the circulating waiters, and wove his way through the throng. Everyone wanted to be there, except him.

  He flopped on one of the many couches dotting the room and surveyed his surroundings. Lord knew how management had found the place. All steel and glass, it had an industrial edge suiting the style of their latest album down to the ground. But, two floors filled with people, their chatter and accompanying scents, clogged his sensitive sense of smell. Great.

  Yet another wrap party he had to endure, loaded to the brim with starlets, wannabes and hangers-on, all intent on hooking up with one of the Lyric Hounds. Some for career advancement, others seeking the validation of being seen with the rich and famous, and the gold diggers trying to feather their nests.

  On the whole, he preferred the gold diggers. Bless their little hearts. Male or female, theirs was a simple transaction. Sex in exchange for money made the world go around. He lifted the bottle and saluted at random a raven-haired chick on the opposite side of the room. Poured into a leather corset, she’d been making eyes at lead singer Aaron all night, despite the fact the guy had both a wedding ring and a newborn.

  Snorting with amusement, Sav took a deep swallow. That little campaign would last right up to the point when either Barr or Sax, the couple who led the band’s security detail, spotted her. Given they were Aaron’s brother and sister-in-law, neither took kindly to groupies trying to get into the guy’s pants.

  Sure enough, Saxon swooped in. Short, with masses of blonde curls, she resembled a china doll. Until she turned around and the bright amber of her eyes revealed her true nature; that of a fully paid-up member of the furry club, like the rest of the band. He slugged more of the drink while Sax removed the cutie from the room at a fast march, her squawks grating on the ears.

  The noise didn’t stop the party, or even gain much attention other than a shrug from the rest of gold digging sisterhood. No loyalty or solidarity. If anything, the others seemed happy to have less competition.

  Even now, a quick glance across the room revealed K, the band’s guitarist, surrounded by simpering blondes, two of whom were fighting over who got to sit in his lap. Since Aaron, K’s twin, had gotten married, and everyone knew Sav preferred dudes, K had become the sole focus of female fan attention. It sickened him how they squabbled and fought over K. Not that he seemed to be that bothered by it, laughing when one fell off his lap and another dropped into place. Instead, he transferred his attention to the victor.

  His be-ringed hand slid up her thigh, stopping shy of cupping her ass. Her delighted, if a little tipsy, laugh rang out over the music and she clung to the rocker like a second skin, pressing her fake breasts close against his chest. He didn’t object, only grabbed a handful of her hair, tugged her head back and grazed his lips across her exposed throat. Hunched over he lifted his head and speared Sav with a direct look, his eyes bright with his wolf.

  Fuck.

  Lust and jealousy hit Sav broadside, a raging conflagration of need and feral power that stole his breath. Locked in place, he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t tear his gaze from K’s. The male smiled, darkness rising in his eyes. His mouth parted, the tip of his tongue brushing across his lips. Wetting them until they glistened in the overhead lights. The music and hum of conversation around Sav fell away while the man he’d lusted after for years held a woman in his arms, an expression of pure sex on his face.

  Sav gritted his teeth. Heat hit his spine, rolled down to his pelvis and punched through to his groin. Fire wrapped around his balls, drawing them tight, his cock at full mast in his leathers. Thank God they were tight, the leather thick enough to provide some kind of constraint, otherwise he’d have to grab one of the throw cushions scattered on the sofa and pull it across his lap in the worldwide signal for I’ve got a boner and I’m trying to hide it. Screw that. Sav, a Lyric Hound, was out and proud. He didn’t hide anything.

  Ever.

  Before the moment could stretch out, someone stepped between he and K and the spell broke. Sav sagged against the back of the couch and took another fortifying swallow of his beer.

  What the hell…K had never looked at him that way before. The wolf was straighter than a ruler. More than. The absolute stereotype of a playboy rocker. If anyone wanted a description of bad-boy rock star, they only had to point at Karlan Rixx. The epitome of live fast, die young, with the face of an angel and a killer sexy swagger. Women lusted after him and most men wanted to be him. Sav just wanted him.

  K’s bedpost had to have enough notches on it by then. Forget a woman in each town, he went for a new one each night, and from the glimpses Sav had of the milling crowd between them, Karlan planned to take the blonde in his lap home that evening. Jealousy boiled up in an almost murderous rage and Sav’s wolf howled within.

  Once again K would take someone home.

  Not Sav…. Not his mate.

  No, he’d screw someone else, always screwed someone else. Lots of someones.

  Never me.

  He shuddered, raised th
e bottle, and swallowed. Karlan Rixx was his mate, but never had the male acknowledged that link. Not with a glance or a word, even though he had to know that they were meant for each other. All wolves recognized their mate’s scent. And, as far back as Sav could remember, K’s scent had wrapped around him, teased him with a distinctive, little note that had his wolf sitting up and taking notice.

  Hell, the guy had saved Sav’s life when they were kids. The eleven-year-old little runt and his brother, Aaron, had busted the doors down to pull Sav and his mom from the inferno of their trailer. His mother, a human through and through, hadn’t made it out alive, but he had, thanks to K. Not only did he have a goddamn hero for a mate, but a totally straight one, who had never once, with a glance or word, acknowledged their bond.

  Fucker.

  Anger rolled through him and he latched onto the emotion, using it to purge the lust that held sway a moment before. He went to take another drink, only to find the bottle empty.

  “Crap.”

  Glaring at the beer as though it was responsible for all his current woes, he didn’t notice the figure sidling up until the guy dropped into the seat next to him.

  “Refill?”

  The youngster had come prepared. His wide brown eyes guileless, he held out a full bottle. Sav’s gaze moved from the chilled green glass, beads of water running down the sides, to an expression taut with banked interest. Automatically, he assessed the body that belonged to the puppy-dog look. Young but fit, he was packed with slender lines and lean muscle…human and cute. The sort of wholesome cute that made Sav feel dirty breathing the same air.

  “Go home, kid. This place’ll chew you up and spit you out,” he warned, his voice gruff, but he took the bottle anyway. No sense letting good alcohol go to waste.

  Undeterred by his voice or manner, the guy moved closer.

  “That’s kinda what I was hoping for.” He reached out, awe and desire on his face, to whisper a touch over Sav’s arm. Kitted out in his band uniform, Sav was naked to the waist under a leather waistcoat, arms bare apart from the multitude of heavy bracelets around his wrists. A collection of necklaces matched the heavy rings on his fingers. Pants and heavy combat boots completed the ensemble. “I’m Da—”

  In a lightning strike, Sav twisted the guy’s arm behind his shoulder in a hard lock, forcing his back into an arch, then bent over him in a more violent version of K’s grip on the woman earlier. The boy wasn’t K, but still cute. Beddable and cute. Perhaps enough to take the edge off his pain and frustration.

  “No names. You sure you want to go there with me, kid?” he all but snarled, his control slipping enough for his wolf to peer out. If the young man squeaked and showed fear at the amber in his gaze, he’d let him go. He wasn’t into rape. Just hard and dirty sex, nothing gentle or romantic.

  “Not a kid,” he managed to gasp. A small whimper escaped him, the desire and heat in his eyes all but scorching Sav. “And yeah…I want it all. Want you.”

  “Good enough.” The words rolled from Sav in a voice nowhere near human. In one smooth movement, he hauled him to his feet and pulled him close. Almost as tall as Sav, he wasn’t as heavily built. Still, he had enough solid muscle to make Sav’s pulse race and the thick hardness pressed against his groin stirred his own cock in his pants.

  “Impressive,” he growled, rocking his hips. Grabbing a handful of the guy’s short hair, Sav pulled his head back to expose his throat. The guy swallowed, the sound clear to Sav’s excellent hearing, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He hadn’t worn cologne, a fact Sav appreciated as he ran his nose along the kid’s throat and drew a deep breath.

  Heat. Sex. Sweat under the subtle woodsy scent. Human.

  Perfect.

  “Come on.”

  Sav yanked his hand, stalking with him through the party-goers. Passing K, he caught the other wolf’s eye for a moment, then jerked his gaze away and headed for the door. He had a hotel room and a whole night with sex written all over it. For a few hours, if he was lucky, it would be enough to dull the ache in his heart that the male he wanted didn’t want him.

  At least, that was the plan….

  ***

  He had to do something. But what he had planned….

  The next day, Sav stood at the back of the small chapel during the christening for Aaron and Mel’s baby, Angel. Due to the private occasion, a heavy-duty security team guarded the doors. Pursued all over the world by the paparazzi, Lyric Hound’s four band members accepted it as part of the job, but Aaron didn’t mess about when it came to keeping his family life out of the public eye. Which meant he’d ringed the chapel with a security detail hand-picked by Barrett.

  Sav had no doubt it was ex-military, although he did wonder where Barrett had found the two big bastards by the door because they sure as hell weren’t human. A quick intake of breath proved his suspicions. Wolves. Cool. With them outside, it would take nothing short of an army to get in.

  Stuffed into a suit, his hair slicked back and his face scrubbed clean of makeup behind the big glasses, Sav was presentable. Almost. He winced at the preacher’s booming voice bounced around by the excellent acoustics, assaulting his sensitive ears.

  He rubbed his neck, and winced at the sore spot. The kid had been a biter and even though that normally turned him on, the previous night had been a total bust. He’d taken the human back to his room and been subjected to some spine-melting kisses before the guy had slid to his knees in front of him. And…nothing. His cock had played stubborn, refusing to rise to the occasion. Not even for a blow job. Nope, his body turned off once he’d left the party and K’s scent no longer circulated in the air. Not interested in nailing any other guy with K around, he couldn’t even screw anyone away from him.

  Crap. Fucked six ways to Sunday and back again. Exactly the reason for the letter nestled in the inside pocket of his suit.

  He cut a glance to the front of the chapel where the current bane and pleasure of his existence stepped forward to take baby Angel in his arms. With everyone’s attention on K, Sav rocked back on his heels and indulged in the luxury of studying him.

  They were all suited and booted, but K didn’t appear uncomfortable. Instead, he wore the sharp, tailored suit easily, naturally. The jacket accentuated his broad shoulders, the dark shirt open at the throat to reveal a tantalizing V of skin Sav ached to explore with his lips and tongue. As usual, K had added a couple of silver chains, their pendants hidden beneath the fabric nestled against his chest. Sav curled his fists at his sides while the temptation to march over and rip the shirt open gnawed at him.

  K’s hair flowed over his shoulders, only the front tied to keep it out of his way, and the light hit him from behind, creating a halo around his head while he held the baby. He looked up with a soft smile, his blue eyes vivid as Tempest, K and Aaron’s sister, moved forward to say something.

  Sav’s breath caught in his throat. He’d always wondered why K never said anything about their bond. But the answer stood right in front of him. K was straight, yet fate had tied him to a Sav, a gay werewolf. If K wanted the whole, happy, family thing with two-point-six kids or whatever the average was these days, then he and Sav could never bond.

  He’d make a great father. Watching K with Angel in his arms, Sav saw it plain as day. And that’s what he would steal from K if ever he opened his mouth and said something about the bond hovering between them. Sadness hit him, a great wave stealing the strength from his limbs and sent his wolf whimpering away so deep inside he barely felt the creature.

  On the heels of sadness came determination. His back straightened, steel winding down his spine. He wouldn’t ruin K’s life. If the guy wouldn’t acknowledge the bond then Sav only had one option….

  Take off.

  How noble. Leaving for another guy’s happiness. His lips quirked with wry bitterness. No, it wasn’t noble. A coward more like it, since he dare not say anything. For years he’d kept shut, preferring to keep K’s friendship rather than risk it all by admitting
how he felt. He’d told himself he’d rather have a little of the man than nothing at all, but over the last few months a little wasn’t enough. He wanted it all…and if he couldn’t have it, then he had to walk. Leave it behind him and start again, even if it tore his heart right of out his chest. Disappear and let K live his life. Flee and try to forget.

  As if anyone could ever forget Karlan Rixx. He snorted.

  The small sound caught Tempest’s attention, and the female wolf turned to lift an eyebrow at him while the baby got dunked. More a pouring of water over the forehead, which Angel slept through. With a smile he didn’t feel, he gave a tiny shake of his head. Smile and wave; the mantra of his life. Keep it all locked down, don’t let anyone see the pain inside.

  Her part in the ceremony concluded, she stepped back and joined him. He hadn’t been picked for a godparent, thank God. The poor kid could do without his example. Instead, the honor had gone to Karlan and Barrett for the men and Tempest for the ladies.

  “Hey. You okay?”

  He slid his shades down his nose. “Darlin’, when am I anything but?”

  She sighed and gave him her don’t-give-me-that-shit glare. Female wolves were rare, and female Alphas even rarer. Tempest Rixx happened to be both, which meant the wolf she mated was in for the ride of his damn life. Not only that, she had looks too, the features he found so appealing in Karlan equally as devastating in female form. Hell, if he liked women a little more and men a little less, he’d take a shot at her…if her brother hadn’t already stolen his heart.

  The ceremony concluded and he turned to go.

  “One day, Trent Savage, those lies are gonna bite you in the ass.”

  They already had, but she didn’t need to know that. Sav winked over his shoulder, the easy grin still on his face. He made to move off, then stopped. Reaching inside his jacket, he extracted a letter and held it out. “Oh, Temp. I gotta run, so can you give this to Aaron for me?”