Note: The first book of this short story series will be available in December 2011.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

“I want to take this job.” I stared directly into the brown eyes of my alpha, Jack, and braced myself for his objections. I didn’t know what route his refusal would take: terse and angry, resentful and sarcastic, indulgent and gentle. Probably depended on how horny he was.

“I can’t believe you went behind my back and applied for this position. You’re flirting with insubordination here, Lorena.” Jack didn’t look angry enough to punish me right then, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to get him there. I was allowed to get away with a lot in this pack, including extended eye contact with the alpha, but only because it was a turn-on for him. Finding out that I hadn’t just applied for the job in question but that it’d already been offered to me, accepted by me . . . and that I was scheduled to show up for training in a couple of hours might just be enough, so I kept those nuggets of information to myself.

“I could be here flirting with you instead of insubordination if you’d just let me take this job and move on to our afternoon romp.”

”We’ve already talked about this. You are needed here, and our schedule doesn’t permit you the flexibility to be . . . traditionally employed.” As he said it, he ran his fingers through his thick gray and silver hair. His refusal came out in a tone that lapped at me like gentle waves. Horny it was.

“I understand, but,” I purred, leaning forward slightly in my chair and showing a hint of my creamy, tanned skin and cleavage, “I can make sure that any job I get is flexible enough that it won’t interfere with the pack’s needs. I’m thirty-four. I need to know that my life is going to amount to more than just being the sexual stress ball for the pack.”

Jack leaned toward me, his eyes roaming the landscape of my blouse and his tongue licking his lips in a subconsciously hungry way. He fiddled with a pen on his desk and said, “Being the pack’s mistress is a vital job. You keep our males satisfied so they can focus on procreating. How is that not enough for your life to amount to?”

I pulled back a moment, leaning thoughtfully against the back of my chair twirling my long, wavy, dark brown hair with what I knew was a sexy, absentminded appearance. There was no point in trying to go head to head against my alpha on this, so I decided to switch tactics and heads. “The pack’s needs always come first for me. Always. Speaking of needs, Jack, do you have any today? Is there anything I can do for you?”

Jack’s jaw loosened and he adjusted himself in his seat. It never ceases to amaze me that even after fifteen years of being the pack mistress, the males of the pack—alpha, beta, whatever—always fall under my spell immediately. Maybe that’s why I’d been born infertile, because instead of having the power to make pups or to shift, I had the ability and wherewithal to consistently seduce and satisfy those I’d had sex with thousands of times.

In a pack of Weres, the most important thing besides attaining pack status is mating to ensure the continuation of the pack. Thanks to the help of science, Weres are matched together at birth based solely on the pair’s likelihood of successfully breeding future generations. This makes mating mechanical for many of the couples since they aren’t able to marry for love or attraction. I was the sexpot that the married males in our pack had dreamt of fucking their entire lives, but would be forbidden to love or marry. I was a recreational drug. For some males in the pack, the ability to fuck me at will was the only thing that made getting married worthwhile. For the others, well, they just wanted the occasional guilt-free rendezvous.

Sitting here with Jack, I was reminded not only of my duties to the pack but of the power they brought. I uncrossed and recrossed my legs slowly, allowing myself to get aroused by the smoothness of the skin on my calves and thighs, knowing that Jack would smell my arousal instantly. I arched my back and pushed my tits forward, continuing to stroke my chest and lick my lips slowly.

Jack was all but undone. His brow was dotted with sweat and his eyes were unfocused as he watched my hand, seemingly hypnotized by its movement. When he smelled my arousal, the fog lifted from his eyes and his pupils expanded instantly. He rose from his chair and proudly showed me further proof of his need.