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  Chapter Six

  Luc stared at the beautiful brunette who made his gut clench and his balls ache just by existing. Her lovely violet gaze nearly brought him to his knees right in the middle of the parking lot. The surprising thing was, he didn’t give a damn.

  The goddess’s scent pulled him to her like metal shards to a magnet and his beast sounded out—a feral scream. Mate!

  His heart slammed in his chest. His breath caught in his throat while his beast informed him that after over one-hundred and fifty years, he had finally found a woman he could call his own.

  He glanced over at Gabe, noticed his friend’s slack-jawed appearance and realized that he, too, had realized who and what the woman before them was to them.

  Mates weren’t supposed to be hard to find, but with the takeover of Paradise and the kidnapping of their women, they had become rare. It wasn’t until Adam and his men took Paradise by force and discovered the hidden archive beneath Alpha House that they realized that humans were also viable mates.

  Still, as shifter males, they couldn’t force a woman to accept them and, he was certain, it took a special kind of woman to take a shifter as a mate.

  He stared at the woman before him, his mouth watering to taste her. He would be in heaven if she tasted as good as she smelled. He shook his head. It didn’t matter. He would love her, protect her and care for her always, if she would allow it.

  Luc was aware that a conversation flowed around him, but he had been hard pressed to do anything but stare at his mate’s utter beauty. Long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves. Dark, perfectly arched brows framed those startling violet eyes— and her lips. He practically groaned when he looked at them. Red, full, inviting—it was all he could do to keep his cock under control as he thought of those luscious lips wrapped around his cock, driving him mad.

  “Hello, ladies. Did you have a good lunch?” The sound of Jonas’s voice hit Luc like a bucket of ice water.

  It brought him to his senses and he was able, finally, to pay attention to the conversation around him.

  “Yes, we did. Thanks for asking,” his goddess replied. Again, his gut clenched. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of her voice or watching her perfect mouth move as she spoke. She moved to her friend’s side and took her hand. “Did you say something about needing approval?”

  He frowned. Was she frightened of him—of them? God, he hoped not. He didn’t know what he would do if she refused them after all these years of waiting. Already he could feel the insidious heat of the el calor, the mating heat, traveling through his body, his blood. His ears rang. His heart slammed in his chest as he stared at his mate’s wide hips, the swell of her perfect belly and her full bosom.

  “Oh! I forgot.” Milla turned to her mate. “Jonas, would you and Mel mind asking Mr. Greer if they can stay here, too?”

  Jonas looked the two women over with a critical eye. “Can I tell him that he has nothing to worry about as far as acceptance goes?”

  “Yes,” Milla replied without hesitation. “They will be fine with your secret. I haven’t told them, though. However, they know me and know I’d never lie to them. If he says it’s okay, we can tell them. It might take proof, though. Do you think that will be a problem?”

  Luc glared at Jonas. He wanted to rip his heart out. How dare the other man look at their mate as though he might find her lacking? She was lovely. Perfect. He wanted to punch the smile off the other man’s face.

  “Not the way I see it. I see three men that look as though they’d love to show them something.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ha! I bet they have something to show us. Nadya snorted, drawing the attention of the taller of the two men who couldn’t seem to stop staring at her.

  Her clit throbbed and she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to ease the slight ache. Her panties were damp. She felt it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to steady her jangled nerves.

  “It’s probably not what you’re thinking.” The blond stepped forward, his blue gaze boring into her. He raised his brows as he folded his arms over his chest.

  Nadya’s mouth went dry at the size of his large biceps and perfect pectoral muscles beneath the form-fitting shirt.

  “That’s Lucas Martin. The Neanderthal next to him is Gabriel Frey. They own the soon-to-open general store.” The three shook hands. “I’d just like to say thanks for that and hurry the hell up. We’re all tired of shopping in Mason.”

  “We’re doing our best,” the one identified as Lucas said as he stared at Nadya.

  The rest of the conversation drifted off as she returned the men’s stares. Her nipples pebbled beneath the material of her top and her breathing grew shallow. Why did they keep staring? What did they want from her?

  Two days later, Nadya stood in the room the town’s mayor provided for her. She still didn’t know why he wanted the three of them to stay in the local hotel. She eyed the king-sized bed with longing as she imagined the two young studs she’d met two days ago in it with her. Unlike with Milla and Alexa, the two men who had seemed interested in her that first day, hadn’t so much as smiled at her. In fact, she hadn’t seen them since they’d put her in her room.

  “Get a grip. You’re too old for those two, anyway.” She stalked into the bathroom. It didn’t matter that, technically, Milla and Alexa were too old for the men chasing them. Those men had made their intensions known.

  The two men who stared at her all afternoon that first day had never said a damned thing to her past any common courtesy. Was she just supposed to invite them up here to her room, strip and lay spread-eagle on the bed? “Fat chance of that happening.”

  She turned the water on in the shower, tested the temperature and began to shrug out of her nightgown. Whatever was going on with her friends, it appeared as though they were on the road to lifelong happiness. She couldn’t be happier for them. Really.

  Climbing into the tub, she pulled the curtain around her and stood under the hot spray. Nothing could have prepared her for the rush of emotion when it came. Nadya turned her face up to the spray and cried.

  Why not her? Never would she begrudge her friends their happiness, but why couldn’t she share in it? If this was a town of men who liked older, big beautiful women, where were her young studs? Hell, she’d even settle for old studs—one old stud. No one could ever say that she was picky.

  Still, she’d been on the receiving end of a lot of staring, but no one had asked her to be their date. Hell, no one had asked her to be anything but the person who would sell tickets at the carnival tomorrow, and that asshole Perry didn’t count.

  After her crying jag, Nadya turned the water off and stepped out onto the cool, tile floor. She dried herself off with a thick towel and dressed in a long, flowing skirt and flowered blouse. She wore heels for once. In this town, she didn’t have to worry about being taller than every man she saw. They grew big here.

  Her face heated as she thought about Luc and Gabe. She’d taken to thinking of them that way when she’d heard them call each other by those nicknames. She liked the sound of the names almost as much as she liked the looks of the men.

  Would they be in the dining room for dinner? She doubted it. They most likely had their own place. Jonas had said they owned their own business, after all.

  She walked down the hall to the elevator and punched the down button with more force than she probably needed. Still, it had felt good to let off a little steam. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing the empty interior. With a sigh, she stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor.

  “Hold the elevator.”

  The deep voice sent shivers up and down her spine. Goose bumps covered her arms, and her nipples tightened as she hurriedly reached out and stuck her arm between the closing doors.

  Nadya berated herself for her reaction when the man entered the elevator and turned to hold the door for his friend. Just beca
use they were staying here, in the same hotel, didn’t mean they wanted to have anything to do with her. Hell, she was forty-three years old and probably weighed more than either of these two men.

  “Thanks for holding the door.” Luc smiled down at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners just a bit. “Sometimes it acts up and gets stuck between floors. We’d hate to have to wait an hour for the damned thing.”

  “There’s always the stairs.” Nadya had contemplated taking the stairs for a nanosecond before she remembered what shoes she’d put on.

  “True, but if the elevator go stuck, you’d be in here alone. At least this way…” Gabe shrugged. “You’ll have company.”

  “Uh, yeah. Right.” She nodded. Why would they give a damn?

  The elevator jerked and she lost her balance on the stiletto heels she wasn’t used to wearing. Luc caught her upper arms and held her steady until she regained her footing.

  “Maybe you two should stand across the elevator. I’d hate to fall on you and hurt you.”

  “There’s no chance of that happening, sweetheart.” Gabe gave her a lopsided grin. “We’re a lot sturdier than we look. Incidentally, so is this elevator. It just has its little quirks. Kind of like the rest of us.”

  “What?” Nadya stared up at them with a frown. What in the world are you two talking about?

  Chapter Eight

  Gabe moved closer, pressing the length of his body against Nadya. It was all he could do not to groan as he took in her unique scent. He loved the way she felt against him, all soft and feminine. He’d always loved women with full breasts and hips. He wasn’t sure why and he didn’t give a damn.

  At the moment, all that mattered to him was the tantalizing scent of her porcelain skin and feel of her curves as he pulled her into his arms.

  “I…uh…what are you doing?” Her spine stiffened as he pulled her close and Luc moved up against her back and pressed little kisses against her neck. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, her brows drew down in an adorable scowl.

  He smiled as goose flesh covered her arms and she shivered. “I suppose you could say we’re staking a claim.”

  “I’m not a freaking gold mine.” She practically snarled the words as she struggled to push him away. “So help me God, I’ll scream rape.”

  “No you won’t.”

  “Look. I might be a big girl, but I’m not desperate and I refuse to jump in the sack with just anyone.”

  “Thank God for that.” Luc continued pressing little kisses where her neck met her shoulder.

  Nadya’s breathing grew erratic. “Let me go.”

  The elevator jerked again and the bell indicated they had reached the ground floor. “Your wish is my command,” Gabe said with a smile as he released her. “Try not to get so caught up in the carnival that you forget to eat again. We won’t be pleased if you continue to neglect your needs.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The angry blush staining her cheeks told them differently. She knew exactly what they meant. She’d skipped lunch the day before as she watched some of the other women with their mates.

  “Yes, you do.” Gabe grasped her arm and stared deep into her eyes. “Take a lunch today or we’ll take you to lunch. Like it or not.”

  He almost laughed aloud when she stuck her nose in the air, stepped off the elevator with an angry twitch of her skirt and sniffed disdainfully. “I’ll do as I damned well please. Neither of you are my father.”

  “Again, thank God for that.” Gabe reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean it. Eat or be fed.” He leaned closer. “Just think of Paradise as the jungle and the law of the jungle applies.”

  “Survival of the fittest?” She glared at them, no doubt thinking that they had just insulted her.

  Reaching out, they each took one of her hands and brought it to their mouths. “Not quite.” Gabe bared his teeth in a huge, predatory grin. “Eat or get eaten.”

  Her heartbeat grew erratic. He could hear it. Jerking her hand back, she lifted it to the center of her chest and her lips moved for a few seconds before sound finally emerged.

  “Oh…my. You can’t possibly…” The blush on her cheeks darkened.

  “Oh, my sweet, we can.” Luc turned her hand over, pressing an opened mouth kiss against her palm. “And we will.”

  Gabe wanted to laugh at her expression. She wanted them. He could smell it. The scent of her arousal filled the elevator and now filled the corridor where they stood. He inhaled the sweet aroma with every breath. His rock-hard cock throbbed with the need to plunge deep into her sheath and ride her until they both came—but it was too soon. He knew that, yet he couldn’t help but tease her. Give her a taste of what she would miss if she turned them down.

  He glanced down at the bulge in his jeans and pointedly returned his attention to her, and lifted a brow. “As you can no doubt see, I am looking forward to the opportunity.” He nodded toward Luc. “And so is he.”

  Nadya glanced at them both, her gaze lowering to peek at the proof of what he said. She bit her lip and met his gaze with eyes wide. “Are you two for real?” She shook her head. “Of course you aren’t. You’re just passing the time flirting with an old maid.” She glowered at them. “If you don’t mind, I have a dozen eggs and a pound of bacon waiting for me in the dining room. If you make me miss breakfast, I’m not going to be a happy camper.”

  Turning, she stalked off toward the swimming pool.

  “Nadya,” Luc called after her.

  Gabe could do little more than grin.

  “Nadya,” Luc repeated when she didn’t respond.

  “What?” Turning around, she rested her hands on her hips and stomped her foot, angry that they had stopped her yet again. “What could you have to say that could possibly be more important than my eating breakfast?”

  Luc gestured behind him. “The dining room is that way.”

  “Oh!” She stomped her foot again and stalked past them with a muttered, “Men!”

  Turning, they followed her to the dining room. It was then that Gabe realized that he would be happy to follow their mate anywhere. The sight of her generous bottom swaying back and forth beneath the skirt she wore was something he wouldn’t have missed for the world.

  Chapter Nine

  Nadya tried to move slowly as she headed for the dining room. She didn’t want to miss breakfast, but she knew those men were behind her—watching. The last thing she wanted was to show off her jiggling ass as she stomped into the dining room—even if it was what she wanted most to do at the moment.

  Did those two really think that she didn’t know what they were up to? She wasn’t their type. She pushed the thought of her two best friends and their men from her mind. She didn’t care what they said. There could be only so many men attracted to chubby girls in one town and she very much doubted this particular little hamlet had more than its fair share.

  She stepped through the door to see her friends and the men who doted on them already seated and waiting, it appeared, for her.

  “It’s about time you got your ass down here. I’m starved.” Milla scowled at her over her cup of coffee.

  “Me, too,” Alexa added with a smile. She glanced at the two men flanking her and blushed. “What took you so long?”

  “Apparently, the elevator has issues.”

  Luc pulled a chair out for her, indicating she should sit. Nadya’s stomach did a little flop as she followed his direction. It wasn’t until after he’d pushed in her chair that she realized that they had successfully maneuvered her into the middle chair. They both sat, one on each side of her.

  Nadya cleared her throat, reached out and brought her glass of water to her lips. The water was cool and refreshing. It was also leaking down the center of her chest! “Oh, damn!” She glared at the glass which had a hairline fracture down the side. Had she bothered to look before she picked it up, she would have noticed it wasn’t quite full. P
erhaps if she had, she could have saved herself some embarrassment.

  Gabe reached over with his napkin and patted her cleavage.

  “Stop that!” She grabbed the linen napkin from his hand and held it over her heaving breasts, more to hide her traitorous hard nipples than to soak up any water which had already ran down the center of her push-up bra and pooled in her navel and between her legs.

  Double damn! Now she’d leave a wet spot on her chair, and she had been so determined not to do something so adolescent. Even if she had been able to control her emotions and her sex drive, there was no way she could stop the water from leaving a mark on the seat when she stood. Oh god! And what, pray tell, would her skirt look like?

  Nadya rested her elbows on the table, put her head in her hands and willed herself not to cry out of sheer mortification. Could things get any worse?

  “He was only trying to help, Nadya,” Alexa managed to say between bites of bacon.

  Nadya glanced at the plate that held the manna of the gods and frowned. There was only one slice left. By God if someone else laid claim to her lonely piece of bacon, heads would roll.

  Luc reached out and snagged the bacon, cheerfully popping the slice into his mouth. Nadya shook her head. That was it. It just wasn’t worth getting out of bed today.

  “That’s it. I’m outta here.” She pressed her lips together in a frown. “I can’t believe I got out of bed for this.”

  At that moment, Gemma, the owner and manager of the hotel sailed through the door leading to the kitchen. In her arms she carried five large plates full of food—bacon, hash browns, eggs, pancakes and biscuits. How the woman carried all five platters was a mystery. Nadya knew she would have dropped them.

  “There is a god.” Nadya inhaled the scent of hardwood-smoked bacon with a sigh. “I thought you were out.”