Saving His Mate (A vampire-werewolf romance)

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by Savannah Stuart


  She laughed at his almost angry declaration. “Good.”

  “Good?”

  “Uh, yeah. I don’t want to live without you.” Even with her loving and supportive pack this week she realized that she’d been missing something. Rex was it.

  “Thank God because I can’t live without you. Hell, I can’t believe I’ve lived hundreds of years without you. You make everything better, Margery. I sound like an idiot but around you everything is brighter and more beautiful.” He looked almost bewildered as he spoke.

  As if he couldn’t believe he’d found her. She knew what he was feeling because she felt the exact same way.

  She grabbed his face in her hands and tugged him down to her, needing to taste him. Their salt-slicked bodies molded to each other as their lips and tongues clashed in a fervent erotic mating. Something told her that as soon as they made it back to shore and got this mess straightened out, they’d be skipping the rest of the party and spending it back at her—their—place. That was more than fine with her. She wanted to seal their bond physically and have him drink from her again—claiming her in the most primal way.

  Epilogue

  Two months later

  Rex’s body tightened in anticipation when he heard the front door open, just as it did each time Margery walked into a room. The front door quietly closed and that sweet lavender scent made him go rock hard. He was like a trained monkey. All he had to do was smell her unique, erotic scent and he was ready to go.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” he called out from the living room. It was still daytime so the drapes and hurricane shutters were pulled tight, but the sun should be setting in less than an hour. And he had a date planned for them. They’d gone straight from sleeping together to living together and now he was making up for it, taking her out every chance he got. He’d also put an engagement ring on her finger.

  He wanted every male, regardless of species, to know she was taken. She deserved the courting he’d planned to give her and he wanted marriage. He’d been human at one time and some dormant part of him needed to make the commitment even more official.

  “Hey, babe.” She strode into the room carrying a takeout bag of what he guessed was some of her favorite chocolate, buttercream cupcakes if the scent was any indication. She set the bag down on the coffee table along with her purse and keys.

  He set his laptop on the cushion next to him and before he’d straightened she was straddling him. Her summer dress pushed up to her thighs, revealing beautiful, tan skin. “You’re in a good mood.”

  “I don’t have to work tonight, I have extra cupcakes that I don’t have to worry about my mate stealing, and I’ve got the sexiest mate there is.” Her smile was infectious as she raised up and slid her panty-covered mound over his unfortunately covered cock. That was about to change soon. “How’s work going?” she murmured as she started working the buttons of his shirt free.

  “Good,” he rasped out, already unsteady at the thought of her hands all over him, of getting to kiss and touch her everywhere.

  For the past couple months he’d been working on a new project, creating a private, intricate database for supernatural bounty hunters to information share, among other things. Right now work was the last thing on his mind though, especially when his mate’s scent of pure lust was relentlessly teasing him.

  As she slowly continued undressing him, his patience snapped, as it so often did when it came to Margery. Grabbing her hips, he stood and headed for the bedroom.

  She giggled lightly, her hands moving to clutch onto his shoulders as he hurried. “It’s going to be one of those nights, huh?”

  “Definitely.” Which was basically every night. He couldn’t get enough of her. He’d thought this all-consuming lust for her would have faded a little, but it grew each time they were together, each time he pushed deep inside her and each time she gave him her blood.

  As he laid her out on the bed they shared, his throat clenched with a no longer foreign emotion. He loved this female more than life itself and planned to show her every day for the rest of their lives.

  Before her, he’d been a man caught between worlds, hunting his own kind and never fitting in with them. Never fitting in anywhere. Now he’d found a pack, friends, and more importantly the female he loved more than anything.

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  Excerpt from

  Claiming His Mate

  by Savannah Stuart

  Copyright © 2013 Savannah Stuart

  Lauren Hayes shoved a wayward strand of hair under the knit cap she wore as she slid up to the outside back wall of the quiet, two-story house. The black cover over her hair had nothing to do with the chilly October weather. Right now she was all about blending into the shadows this cold fall night. Which meant dressing in all black, like a sneaky burglar.

  Because she was about to do something stupid. Incredibly stupid. She inwardly berated herself.

  There was no turning back now. Shifters were notorious gossips and word had spread through the grapevine that Grant Kincaid, alpha of the Kincaid wolf pack in Gulf Shores, Alabama was on a honeymoon.

  With his new human mate.

  That by itself had shocked the shifter world. Kincaid’s father had been a brutal bastard—before he’d died. A shitty alpha who’d hated anyone who wasn’t supernatural. Or at least that’s what Lauren had heard.

  The current alpha was two hundred years old and she was twenty-five so it wasn’t as if they’d ever run in the same circles. She’d also heard Grant wasn’t like his father and from the brief meeting she and her pride had with him six months ago, she had to agree that he seemed pretty decent.

  Even if he was a stubborn ass who refused to give her family back what was rightfully theirs. Now that the alpha was out of town, she and some of her pridemates had decided to break into his house.

  To steal from him.

  Maybe steal was a bit of a stretch, she thought as she moved against the side of the house. Wind whipped around her, sending another shiver racing through her. She was simply taking back something that belonged to her family’s pride. She had to remind herself of that. Her sister was getting married in two weeks and the broach the elder Kincaid had taken from her family almost a hundred years ago was supposed to have been a wedding gift when the oldest Hayes daughter got married. The piece of jewelry had been in their family for centuries. Well, the jewels had been. Three, four-carat—colorless—diamonds and a handful of emeralds had been passed down from oldest daughter to oldest daughter in some form of jewelry ever since. When Lauren’s mother had received a necklace from her mother, she’d had the jewels put into a broach instead.

  And Lauren desperately wanted to give it to her sister Stacia as a wedding gift. She deserved it.

  Since Lauren was one of the few shifters on the planet who could mask their scent from other shifters, vampires and pretty much all supernatural beings, she’d been more or less volunteered for the job by her cousins. She also had a knack for breaking into places. Not that she was normally a thief. Her cousin Tommy, however, was. When she’d been twelve he’d taught her a lot of tricks, including picking locks and hotwiring cars. Her parents had been so pissed when they’d found out. After she stole back what was rightfully theirs, she bet they’d be glad she had those extra skills. Of course they’d be angry at her for doing this, but she’d known if she told them they would have ordered her not to. She figured it was better to do this then beg forgiveness later.

  She had a few pridemates waiting a mile away in case she ran into trouble, but they had to stay out of sight unless she called them.<
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  Right now they were all on Kincaid territory. Didn’t matter that it was a touristy beach town right on the Gulf Coast and that humans had no idea a shifter pack had carved out an area to live here. As a jaguar shifter, she knew she shouldn’t be here without permission so if she got caught she was so screwed. Wolves weren’t known for being forgiving. And stealing from an alpha? She shoved those thoughts out of her head. If she was scared, she couldn’t work.

  Here goes nothing.

  The two story house was raised like most houses on the beach but he also had an upstairs patio that she planned to use to her full advantage. She shimmied up one of the columns with a preternatural speed and hoisted herself up and over the lattice style barrier. Being a cat, she was nimble and quick on her feet, but it still took strength to do this in human form.

  Crouching low to the ground, she carefully looked around the large patio at the closed French doors and then back at the beach. The waves sounded softly about a hundred yards away, the calm methodic rhythm doing little to soothe the nerves punching through her. She was about to break into an alpha’s home. So, so, so stupid. But it would make her mother and sister happy.

  Thankfully the quarter moon was hidden by clouds, further helping her cover. She’d been watching the Kincaid pack’s comings and goings for the last week in preparation for tonight. It was midnight so almost every one of them was at one of the many bars or the hotel Kincaid owned. They all worked together as a big family. Their hours were more like vampires’ than shifters’, but clearly it worked for the pack because they were ridiculously wealthy.

  Owning beach front property anywhere could be pricey, but they also owned an entire condominium building next door to Kincaid’s personal residence. At least almost everyone was at work. And even though she knew for a fact they had a security system, she’d thrown a giant boulder through the back French doors a couple days ago in preparation.

  Lauren had felt like a total jerk doing it, but she’d needed them to replace the doors. Which they’d done this morning. The chances of them having already replaced the security contact that would be standard with the system on the new doors was about five percent. More like zero percent considering she’d been watching the house practically ever since she’d ruined the doors. And when she hadn’t been spying, one of her pridemates had.

  As she examined the French doors now she realized the lock was also new. And it wasn’t the cheap kind either. But, she was very good at getting into places she shouldn’t.

  Less than sixty seconds later she was inside the master bedroom. After a quick perusal of the top part of the door frame she breathed a sigh of relief to see no new contacts in place. Carefully closing the door behind her, she paused and glanced around the giant room. With her supernatural eyesight she didn’t need to turn on a light to see everything—not that she would anyway. Might as well just put up a bright neon sign that she’d broken in.

  The furniture was masculine, but there were definitely feminine touches. Not that Lauren cared about any of the décor. Now she was focused on looking for a safe. If he were going to hide diamonds and emeralds, it would definitely be in a safe. There was a slim chance he’d put it in a bank vault, but shifters and vamps, especially one as old as him, were weird about that stuff. No, they liked to keep their valuables close on hand.

  For all she knew a silent alarm had gone off. There weren’t any visible sensors in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean shit. She knew that by breaking in blind without knowing the complete layout of the security system she was taking a chance but almost no one had sensors in their bedrooms. It didn’t make sense. Living room areas and downstairs areas of course, but bedrooms and any upstairs saw too much foot traffic on a daily basis.

  Moving quickly and quietly she went to the most obvious place to hide a safe. The closet. Nothing there. She searched behind picture frames next, then everywhere else she could think of before moving to the next room. The door was open to reveal an office.

  Pausing, she could hear only the wind and waves outside. There were residual scents in the house but that made sense. She stepped inside the room, her boots silent against the rich hardwood floor. Two steps in, she realized she wasn’t alone. It was like an abrupt assault on her senses and her inner animal simply knew.

  Before she could turn fully around, she was tackled to the ground by a huge male. Definitely supernatural.

  Strong, muscular arms encircled her from behind, throwing her to the ground, the male on top of her. Somehow he managed to angle their fall so he took the brunt of the impact on his arms. All the air left her lungs in a whoosh as panic slammed through her. She hadn’t heard him, hadn’t even scented him. That alone told her how dangerous he was.

  Though all her animal instinct told her to fight, she knew she was at a disadvantage. Going limp, she didn’t struggle. The second she was set free or her captor loosened his grip, she was running. Wolves might be strong, but jaguars were wicked fast. In human and shifter form.

  “What the hell are you doing sneaking around in wolf territory in my alpha’s fucking house?” a familiar male voice said near her ear, a trickle of his fresh scent that reminded her of the beach in winter enveloping her.

  She hadn’t scented him before, probably because of her own fear and panic at doing such a stupid thing—but now his scent covered her. She shivered at the sound of Max McCray’s voice. Kincaid’s second-in-command. He was supposed to be at the Crescent Moon Bar tonight working.

  Lauren swallowed hard. “I want my family’s fucking jewels back,” she gritted out. There was no sense in lying. He’d be able to scent the bitter, acidic stench if she tried. She could normally cover her scent well, but right now she was nervous and couldn’t keep her gift under control. Blind panic hummed through her, her inner jaguar telling her to run, run, run.

  But she couldn’t. Not with Max’s massive body on top of her, keeping her pinned in place.

  She was ashamed to admit that she’d had more than a handful of fantasies about the dark-haired, muscular shifter with the piercing blue eyes. None like this, with her flat on her stomach and him behind her… Okay, that was a lie. She’d had those types of fantasies too. Of course they’d both been naked and she hadn’t been working as a thief.

  Complete Booklist

  Miami Scorcher Series (paranormal romance)

  Unleashed Temptation

  Worth the Risk

  Power Unleashed

  Dangerous Craving

  Desire Unleashed

  Crescent Moon Series (paranormal romance)

  Taming the Alpha

  Claiming His Mate

  Tempting His Mate

  Saving His Mate

  Futuristic Romance

  Heated Mating

  Claiming Her Warriors

  Contemporary Romance

  Adrianna’s Cowboy

  Tempting Alibi

  Tempting Target

  Tempting Trouble

  Acknowledgments

  I owe a big thank you to Kari Walker and Carolyn Crane for reading early versions of this story. I’m also very grateful to Joan Turner for her input. And as always, I’m incredibly thankful to Tanya Hyatt who keeps me sane and helps out with so many behind the scenes things so I can spend more time writing! Last but never least, a huge thank you goes out to my readers! Thank you for buying my stories.

  About the Author

  Savannah Stuart is the pseudonym of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katie Reus. Under this name she writes slightly hotter romance than her mainstream books. Her stories still have a touch of intrigue, suspense, or the paranormal and the one thing she always includes is a happy ending. She lives in the South with her very own real life hero. In addition to writing (and reading of course!) she loves traveling with her husband. For more information about Savannah please visit her website at: www.savannahstuartauthor.com. If you would like to be notified of future releases, please join her Katie Reus newsletter. Direct link: http://eepurl.com/
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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek—Claiming His Mate

  Complete Booklist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

 

 

 


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