Beautiful Creatures Series

The smell of brewing coffee drew Gordon from his sleep. He had not slept that soundly in… well. He could not remember the last time he slept like that. He had been dead to the world. Gordon rolled over in bed and looked around. Mackenzie was not in bed. It had been so late by the time they had worn themselves out Mackenzie had suggested he stay the night, and he was way too wiped out to drive home, so he snuggled in close to her and let sleep take him. Only now she was missing, and he was alone.

Gordon climbed out of bed and found his pants. He tugged them on and went in search of the source of that welcomed morning smell. He walked down the hall to find Mackenzie in the kitchen, just wearing a pair of booty shorts and his shirt. Her dark ebony hair was tied up in a sloppy ponytail.

“Now that is even sexier than the lace,” he said, coming up behind her and wrapping both arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “I could just eat you up,” he purred gently, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth.

“Coffee?” She said, turning in his arms and offering him a mug of freshly brewed coffee.

“Thank you,” he kissed her cheek, accepting the mug she offered.

“Cream and sugar?” She offered.

“No thanks, I take it black,” he said, sipping his coffee as he walked over to the couch and sat down. “Damn, this is good coffee.”

“It should be it is expensive enough,” she said, mixing cream and sugar into her own before joining him on the couch. Gordon draped his arm over the back of the couch, and Mackenzie scooted in close, cuddling up to him with her feet pulled up on the cushion tucked under her bottom.

“What time is it?”

“Eight,” she answered, looking up at him. “Do you have to rush off and open the shop?”

“Not right away. The best thing about being the boss I work when I want. Do you have someplace to be?”

“I have to meet a new coupled at ten, but besides that, no,” a naughty little grin curved the corner of her delectable mouth. “Why? Do you want to fool around?” There was so much excitement in her tone, Gordon grinned with pride.

“Is sex all you think about?”

“No, sometimes I’m asleep,” she said with a straight face as she sipped her coffee. It was all Gordon could do not to choke on his coffee when he laughed. “Men are ridiculous. You all want a woman with a high sex drive until you meet a woman with a high sex drive. Then all of a sudden, you can’t keep up.”

“Don’t count me among them. I have stamina as you have never seen,” he was not boasting; it was a fact. As a Lycanthrope Alpha, Gordon was blessed with strength, speed, and endurance that no human man could ever hope to achieve. While he was in his mid-forties physically, he could outperform any 18-year-old Olympian who did nothing but train and still have enough energy at the end of the night to go clubbing.

“Come back tonight, and we will see who wears out whom,” she challenged.

Gordon grinned. He loved hanging out with Mackenzie. She was one hell of a woman, and he liked her a lot more than he should. He would never complain about the sex, he enjoyed the sex, but he found himself craving to know her better. “What are we?”

“Horny?” She grinned.

“To each other?”

“Oh,” she said with a serious expression. “Well, we are friends.”

“Friends?”

“With benefits. Don’t you like being my friend?”

“With benefits?”

“You don’t like the benefits?”

“I love the benefits, but call me old-fashioned. I like to get to know the person I’m fucking.”

“You want to get to know each other?” She said, pulling back and sitting, so she was looking at him with her coffee in both hands. “That sounds dangerously like the start of a relationship.”

“You don’t want a relationship?”

“I’m surprised that you do. You did just get out of what I’m assuming was a horrific relationship. Why would you want to start a new one so soon?”

“I’m not talking about getting married. I’m just suggesting a date that doesn’t start in the bed?”

know you,” she said with all seriousness.

not been the one he had

you. If we did, the get to know you crap…” She stood up and walked out of the room. Mackenzie returned shortly with the rest of his clothes. Gordon stood up, accepting his things.

the hell

***

didn’t like to lie to people, but if she got to know Gordon, she would tell him nothing but lies. For years in witness protection,

never see him

her hair and put on her makeup. Then she slipped into a black and white dress that came just below her knee with matching shoes. She was meeting a new client this morning, and she wanted to look professional.

other side of the door, his powerful arms folded across his chest and an almost scolding expression on his face.

standing here

an amazingly patient man,” he

said, pushing past him and heading for

the day off,” he said, following Mackenzie to the

time. I have a meeting

important, you make

Mackenzie stood by the door. “Fine, I’ll give you five minutes. What

looking for a relationship; I’m ok with that. If all you want is a good time, then fine. I don’t mind. I won’t ask any more questions. But

said,

“I

I don’t

to let me

else finish it,” she said, not looking him in the eyes. There was a long silence. “I have to go. Please don’t be here when I get back,” she then turned and left

***

Gordon went about his business. He had not seen or heard from Mackenzie in days. She did not come to her next appointment. Gordon had been annoyed for days. He had gone and screwed up a good thing. He should

he looked up again, he saw Mackenzie coming into the back without an invite. Gordon finished the cleanup and gave the men instructions on how to care for their tattoos while they healed to prevent a staph infection. He then walked all three

back into his backroom, finding Mackenzie seated on his tattoo chair. “You’re late.

hoping you could squeeze

you were going to have someone else finish

changed my mind. I don’t want someone else fucking it up.

“No, I really don’t.”

Do you have another

actually closing up right away. I have to help

“Oh, tomorrow, maybe?”

“Closed all day.”

“Why?”

wedding to go to. One of my boys is getting married. I’m a

chair and made to leave, looking like a pouting child who had

face him. “I’ll finish it on Monday… if… you be my date

Mackenzie grinned. “What time?”

meet me at my place no later

there,” she then turned and

he was doing the right thing. He felt giving her a second chance was only fair since she had given him one when he’d had

***

he had joined the small bigrade of pack members who had all come by to help set things up for the wedding tomorrow. He was helping Darrell decorate the arbour he had built for his nuptials. Darrell was a general contractor. There was nothing he could not build or fix. They were hanging white silk,

heading out for a party. The ladies were throwing a bash of Katelyn, Darrell’s fiancée. In turn, the guys were heading over to Stanton’s place to throw Darrell a wild

over their handiwork. “Looks good. I think we

it over. “Damn, boy, you

“Thank you.”

to smile at him. “Do you mind if

looked surprised. “You’re

figured, why should I

you have a date in