Reid Thomas is known for having a revolving door of females in his bed and for not wanting a mate. He's even created rules for himself to follow so he doesn't fall into the trap of a committed, long-term relationship. But when he loses a bet to his best friend, he's sent on a blind date. There, he meets Taryn Campbell, a feisty warrior with a personality to match, who has him questioning his strict rules. After all, aren't rules made to be broken? This is Book 2 of the Crescent Lake series. It can be read as a standalone, however, for context and an introduction to the world and characters, it is recommended that you read "The Alpha's Pen Pal" before reading "The Beta's Blind Date."
Lihat lebih banyakREID POV
I have three rules for dealing with females:
1. No kissing
2. No pack members
3. No sleepovers
4. No fated mate.
Shit, that’s four rules. Okay, rewind. Starting over.
I have four rules for dealing with females.
Now, I know what you’re thinking — no kissing? How can you be intimate with a female if you don’t kiss them?
Well, when I say no kissing, I don’t mean no kissing at all. I just mean no romantic kissing. No long make outs, no sensual lingering kisses. No goodbye smooches or hello smooches or “oh, baby, I missed you so much!” kisses. I kiss as needed, as the sexual situation calls for it, and that’s all. Nothing more.
And there have been no complaints yet.
Although, I’ll admit, that could have something to do with rule number two — no pack members.
I didn’t have this rule before. Before, when I was younger and more naïve, I would totally sleep with a pack female without a second thought. But as I got older, I realized this could cause potential issues in the long run. They expect things. Like sleepovers. And romantic kissing. And relationships.
I shudder at the thought.
So I gave myself rule number two. Now I only sleep with females from one of the two other packs near Crescent Lake — The Amber Forest Pack and The Silver Ridge Pack — or humans from the nearby city.
With human females too, it is very easy to stick to my third rule, which is no sleepovers. I usually just fuck them once or twice at their place, then I come home to the pack or find somewhere else in town to crash for the night.
If it’s someone from one of the other packs, well, then I find a guest room in the packhouse. We have our fun for however long we want, and then I go back to my place or sometimes Wesley’s house. Although, I haven’t gone there since Haven moved in with him three years ago. And definitely not since he marked her. I’ve let them have their little love bubble.
Which brings me to my last rule — no fated mate. Or a mate in general. I decided years ago that I wouldn’t have a mate at all.
Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the mate bond. Mates are fine for others. It’s just not for me.
Anyway, every female I’ve been with has been totally fine with these rules. I’m very up front with every single one about what they’re getting from me. Sex — wonderful sex, I might add — and that’s it. No kissing, no relationship, no sleepovers.
So you can imagine my surprise when I wake up in one of the guest rooms of the packhouse, with a naked blonde female sleeping next to me.
Fuck. My. Life.
I freeze on my back, my hands trapped behind my head, no breath passing in or out of me as she rolls over to her other side, revealing full lips and long lashes. The dark green sheet tangles around her feet, showing off her petite dancer’s body to me.
Imogen.
Everything from last night floods back into my mind. The dinner at Haven and Wesley’s for their bridesmaids and groomsmen; Imogen flirting with me and making eyes at me all night; Imogen’s signature red nails grazing along my dick before her lips wrapped around the tip of it; Imogen sinking herself down onto my cock and taking everything I gave her all night long.
And Imogen collapsing in the bed next to me, saying, “I’m just going to close my eyes for a minute before I drive back into town.”
And now it’s… Well, I don’t even know what time it is, but based on the way the sunlight is peeking through the off white curtains, I can tell it’s definitely morning.
Which means I definitely just had a sleepover with a girl.
Which means I definitely just broke rule number three.
“I need to get out of here,” I whisper to myself.
I can’t get caught like this. I can’t let anyone know what happened last night.
I glance at Imogen again, at her tiny body and her chest as it lifts with each breath. Her small breasts are pale and smooth, with tiny pink nipples, both of them standing at attention, perked up by the cooler air of the bedroom. She isn’t my usual type — she is soft and small and delicate looking. But last night she showed me exactly what she could do with that flexible little body of hers, and damn, if she isn’t talented.
Both on the stage and off of it. Both in the bedroom and out of it.
I bite my knuckles as she shifts again. My morning wood makes itself known, hardening as the sexy little thing next to me moans in her sleep, her lips parting with a soft sigh. Her hand rests on my chest and her breasts nestle themselves against my side, her thighs parting as her leg slides up mine.
I can’t see it, can’t see her shaved, pink pussy, but I remember the look, taste, and feel of it. The smell of her arousal releases into the room as she moves. And somehow, I am even harder.
Goddess, damn it.
“This is exactly why I don’t do sleepovers,” I mutter, frozen in place on the bed with Imogen sprawling almost on top of me.
What am I supposed to do now? Do I try to slide myself out from underneath her? Should I cover her up with the blanket when I leave? Do I leave a note or send her a text?
I am totally out of my element here. But I have to leave. I can not get caught having a sleepover. I can not get caught breaking one of my rules.
I grit my teeth and slowly scoot my body, pausing and holding my breath every time Imogen makes a noise or shifts. It is a slow game, a long game, but I have to make sure she doesn’t wake up.
Inch by inch, I make my way to the edge of the bed. Victory is within my sight. The finish line draws closer. I can taste freedom, sweet, sweet freedom and—
And Imogen’s eyes snap open, meeting mine.
We stare at each other — her, naked, still partially draped over me. And me, naked, trying to sneak away.
“Um…” I mutter.
She groans, rolling onto her back, her hands coming up to cover her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “I don’t usually do sleepovers,” she continues.
I just stare, stare at her naked chest and her pointy pink nipples and her full lips, forcing my eyes to not travel to the apex of her thighs. To that tantalizing, tempting, delicious spot I found myself in several times last night.
I shake my head. “I don’t either,” I admit, scrubbing my hand over my face.
She peeks at me from behind her hands. “Yeah, I didn’t really peg you as the sleepover type,” she says.
She slowly rolls back to her side, sliding back over to me, giving me the same fuck me eyes complete with fluttering lashes she gave me last night. Her hand glides down my abdomen, caressing every muscle with her small, delicate fingers.
“Since we’re like this, though,” she murmurs, licking her lips, “we may as well have a little fun.”
She finds my hardened penis, and she scratches her nails lightly on it, the same way she did the night before. My head tilts back and I groan through my teeth, trying to hold it in. “Im-ogen…”
“Let me help you with this,” she coos, climbing on top of me, positioning me between her legs, right at her already dripping wet entrance.
She hovers over me, fist around my dick, waiting for me to say something. To say no so she can leave, or to say yes so she can sink down onto me, so she can envelop me in her warm, wet, and tight pussy.
Fuck it. She’s ready, and I’m ready. We’re already here, together, naked, so we might as well have a little fun. We might as well just go another round. It’s still early enough, and I’ll still have time to sneak back to my place undetected once we’re done.
I growl and flip us so she’s under me. Her long blonde hair fans out behind her, standing out against the green of the pillowcase, and those full pink lips of hers smile as she wraps her legs around my waist, opening herself up to me.
“I didn’t know you were such a little sex kitten, Imogen.”
She gives me a sharp laugh, but it’s cut off by my dick sliding home, making her groan and arch her back, lifting those pretty little nipples into the air.
“Oh, that feels good,” she sighs, her hands sliding up to my chest. “Fuck me hard, Reid.”
I just grin and slam into her again, forcing another cry out of her, and I groan too. She’s tight and wet, and she takes every thrust of my pelvis into her like a champ, and even begs me for more. Begs for it to be harder.
Soon, the sounds of our moans and our bodies meeting fill the guest room. Her hands roam my body, fingertips lingering on my muscled abdomen. The light touches of her fingertips contrast with the wild bucking of her hips and the loud moans and cries she gives me as I fuck her. It’s hot as hell, the way she’s soft yet wild.
I grip her thighs, removing her legs from my waist and spreading her wide, using her dancer’s flexibility to my advantage. I pound into her; her small breasts bounce around and she grips into the sheets, her moans continuing to echo and fill the room. My thumb finds her clit and I flick it — once, then twice.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she cries. “Don’t stop!”
I’m relentless after that — slamming into her and strumming her clit, pushing us both to that edge, to our orgasm. She comes first, crying out and pulsing around me, driving me over my own cliff of pleasure.
I pull out of her fast, my cum landing on her thighs. I stay there, panting, my thumb still playing with her little bundle of nerves, watching her as she twitches through the aftershocks of her release.
Once I know she’s finished, I jump up and go into the ensuite bathroom, grabbing her a washcloth to clean herself up.
“Thanks for that,” she says as we both dress.
“For what?” I ask as I pull on my t-shirt from last night.
“A good fuck,” she laughs. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had one.”
I chuckle. “You’re welcome.”
“What brand of mattresses are these?” she asks, adjusting her black wrap sweater over her breasts.
“Um, I don’t know,” I shrug, pulling on my jeans. “I think all the guest rooms have the same type. They were all replaced after Wesley took over.”
“Well, it did WONDERS for my back,” she says, combing through her hair with her fingers.
“Hmm,” I grunt as my ears pick up footsteps in the hall.
I hold my breath and freeze, listening to the cadence of the steps, hoping to identify them, and praying to Selene that whoever it is won’t hear us and that Imogen will stop talking.
But no. She keeps prattling on and on about I don’t even know what because I am no longer listening to her. My focus is on the werewolf in the hall, the one taking their sweet ass time to move from point a to point b.
“All right, well, I will see you later. The girls are all supposed to meet at Maya’s for our dress fitting, and I’m technically running late, but since I’m already here, I guess I’m not that late. I’ll just grab my extra ‘just in case’ toothbrush and toothpaste out of my car and freshen up and then be on my way.”
I’m so focused on that person in the hall, I don’t even realize what is happening until it’s too late.
Imogen puts her hand on the doorknob and I lunge for her, heart in my throat and stomach in my feet, but it’s too late.
The door opens, revealing Sebastian leaning against the far wall. His coffee mug steams in his hands, and a triumphant, self-satisfied smile curves his lips upward.
“Good morning, Imogen.”
REID POV TWO MONTHS LATER — SEPTEMBER 30th Today is a perfect day. The sun is shining, its rays warming the grounds and the lake and the garden. There is a light breeze winding and swirling its way around the forest and through the flora, carrying the scent of pine, water, flowers, and sunshine with it. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is the perfect temperature — neither too hot nor too cold. I woke up with my girl in my arms, and my other girl singing us the song of her people at the top of her little lungs, letting us know she was ready to start her day. I spent the day carrying Savvy around against my chest in her baby wrap while Taryn rested and had a spa day with Haven, Maya, and Blake. I soaked in all her gummy smiles and little coos and baby noises, only bringing her back to the house when Taryn needed to feed her. There is no broken, emotionally damaged hybrid after my mate and wreaking havoc on our lives — the crones made sure of that. Malachi extended an offe
TARYN POV SEVEN MONTHS LATER — JULY 21st After a grueling twenty-one hours of labor, our Sour Patch was born at home at 4:31 am on July 21st. Reid was the perfect partner and father through my entire pregnancy and birth. He brought me breakfast in bed in the mornings when I was too exhausted to get up, and he held my hair back for me on the rare occasion morning sickness hit me. He put together every piece of furniture in the nursery and the cradle that now sits in the sitting area of our room, and he held my hand and coached me through every contraction, rubbing my back and caressing my belly, sending me every ounce of love he has for me as I worked my ass off to deliver our pup. And now, he’s standing in front of the window, framed by the light from the early morning sun. He holds our sleeping daughter in his arms, his face ducked down close to hers as he tells her about Crescent Lake, and about the moon goddess, and about all the things he’s going to teach her as she grows up. I
REID POV As soon as we secure Merina to the chair in the cell, I turn around and leave, heading back the way we came in. King Malachi is questioning Merina, getting more details from her about her confession, and even with my distaste for torture, I’d love to watch her squirm, love to watch him get every piece of information out of her by whatever means necessary. She more than deserves it for what she did to my mate. But the ache in my soul pulls me out of the room and back towards the packhouse, back towards my distressed mate. Her pain is mine, growing stronger by the second, clawing up my insides, impossible to ignore. I shove the door to the building open and Taryn flings herself at me, heels in her hand, burying her face in my shoulder as she clings to my neck. Her tears soak my T-shirt, silent sobs wracking her body. My arms wrap around her on instinct and I turn to take her back inside, out of the cold and away from prying eyes. “I’m here,” I say, my lips right against her
TARYN POV I stare at myself in the full-length mirror of our walk-in closet, smoothing my hands over the knee length pencil skirt of my off-white outfit. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, fluttering and tickling my insides, and my hands tremble, but I exhale and close my eyes, putting up my mask for the event today. A low whistle sounds from behind me, and I peek out through my lashes to meet Reid’s stare in the mirror, his blue eyes scanning over my dress and lingering on how it hugs the curves of my ass, thighs, and breasts. Heat and longing rise within me, and I turn to face him just as he reaches me. He tugs on the peplum ruffle of my top, pulling me flush against him and lowering his lips to mine for a soft kiss. “You look delectable,” he says. I laugh against his mouth. “Thanks.” “But what if you need to fight?” he asks, his hands skimming my hips and thighs. “This skirt hugs you in all the right places, but there is no way you can move properly should things end in a scuffle
REID POV We sit around Dominic’s bed, Taryn in my lap on one side, and Maya and her mother on the opposite. King Malachi, Dr. Russo, and Wes all stand near the end of the bed, on standby, should things get hairy. Tensions are high and heart rates quickened, but none are faster than mine. The only thing keeping my heart from racing out of my chest is my mate in my lap and in my arms. Her calm demeanor in turn calms me, grounds me. For the most part. Neither my wolf nor I are comfortable entering this… astral plane or whatever Renée called it — but I’m more uncomfortable with my mate going in there without me, so I’ll do what I have to if it means I know she’s safe. I squeeze her and she rubs my forearms, her hands warm and soft against my skin. The protective bracelet on her wrist jingles and clinks against mine, and she looks over her shoulder at me, a soft smile gracing her beautiful face. Renée places the black tourmaline charm necklace around Dominic’s neck, and I stare at it,
TARYN POV Large hands roam my body, one skating over my ribs and up to my chest and the other traveling down, caressing the tops of my thighs. Warmth spreads through me from where Reid’s hands touch, snaking through my veins like tendrils of smoky incense, sensual and soothing, and just as intoxicating. His hand comes back to my hip, and he presses a little kiss to my mark, his thumb stroking in circles on my abdomen. I whimper and sigh and push back against him, closing the already nonexistent distance between our two bodies. My ass rubs against his groin, and his hard as a rock dick twitches, a groan falling from his lips as he pinches my nipple and slides his hand down between my legs. “Maya said we needed to sleep,” I say, even as I tilt my hips up, seeking his expert touch. “Maya isn’t part of our mate bond,” Reid says, brushing his fingers over my entrance. “And we did sleep. All night. And now I want to have my way with you.” His digit slips between my lower lips, not enter
REID POV “What the fuck just happened?” I ask, holding Taryn against my body. She trembles and her skin is colder than ice, her teeth chattering and her eyes squeezed shut. She presses herself closer to me, her hands gripping my sweatshirt, her face burying into the fabric as she takes in deep breaths. I keep one arm around her waist and cup her cheek with the other, my eyes scanning her face, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, worry and fear rushing through me like a jolt of lightning in my veins. Her beautiful skin has a gray tinge to it, and her eyelids flutter in time with her shivering body. Her heart beats even faster than mine, and rapid breaths force her chest and shoulders up and down at an unnatural pace. I clutch the back of her head and hug her to my chest again, swaying side to side, hoping the calming movement will help settle her nerves. “I was hoping Taryn could tell us,” King Malachi says, letting go of Dominic and stepping away from the bed. “Not here, tho
TARYN POV Reid tugs me away from the bed and stands between Dominic and me, taking a protective stance, his claws out and his growl echoing through the hospital cell. “What the hell? I thought you said he would stay unconscious?!” Dr. Russo rushes to the IV stand, checking the drip line and preparing another dose of sedative from the cart nearby, his movements rushed but precise. “I underestimated how much of it would filter from his system as Taryn healed him. I can prepare another dose, but it will take some time and I’ll need to focus.” Dominic’s eyes bore into me, cold and unfeeling, harsher and more distant than I’ve ever seen them. Gone is the male I knew, the male who was a friend before he was ever anything more. The male I thought would still be my friend even after I told him I wouldn’t remain at his beck and call. Maybe he was never that male. Maybe it was all an act. I’d like to believe that’s not the case, but the proof is staring right back at me, his lip curled and h
REID POV I lower my lips to Taryn’s as my hand slides to the waistband of her leggings, her body quivering in anticipation. But I don’t kiss her. I just hover there, right above her mouth, my breath tickling her lips. Her throat bobs, her pretty neck still stretched and exposed, a feast for my eyes. Her complete submission to me in this moment awakens the primal instinct in me, the one I held back for too long after I met her. It prowls beneath my skin, demanding I claim her again and again, to make up for denying and fighting it. She shrieks as I rip her leggings from her body and toss the ruined garment aside, then reach for her boots to pull them from her feet. My claws slice down the middle of her sweater, and I push the halves aside to reveal her bare breasts, nipples already peaked and pointing straight to the ceiling atop her round tits. “Where’s your bra?” I growl, my eyes darkening. I don’t mind if she wants to free the titties, but the thought of another male seeing her
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