Wulf's Den 1: Beowulf and Roxie

Marisa Chenery

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When Roxie and her friend, Candice, decided on a girls' night out, she couldn't have imagined what Wulf's Den would have in store for them. For one thing, it had a super-abundance of super-hot men. For another, the best of the bun...
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When Roxie and her friend, Candice, decided on a girls' night out, she couldn't have imagined what Wulf's Den would have in store for them. For one thing, it had a super-abundance of super-hot men. For another, the best of the bunch immediately turned to stare at her like he wanted to devour her. Then the next thing she knew, strange markings showed up on her wrist and the hunk was saying she was his.

Beowulf had waited an eternity to find his mate. He hardly imagined he'd find her at Wulf's Den when he entered that night, but there could be no denying it, not from the very first instant her scent filled his lungs. He would claim her. Immediately. Nothing would deter him, not even that she was a mortal. She would learn what she needed to know of werewolves from him, soon enough.

Yet, as if her mortality didn't provide obstacle enough to their mating, two other males aimed to claim her themselves. If Beowulf and Roxie weren't smart and careful, their life together would end before it could properly start.

  • Note:This book was previously released by another publisher and has been revised and re-edited in this version.
Beowulf put his black Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet into park as he stared at Roxie’s modest two-story house. Like the woman who owned it, it was pleasing to the eye in a subtle way. It was no showpiece home.

Before getting out of the car, Beowulf glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Even though he had the top up on the car, he wanted to make sure he looked presentable. For some reason, he was nervous about seeing Roxie again. Maybe it was because of what she was to him, or it could be from the erotic dreams he’d had of her during the night. All he knew was he couldn’t mess up a second time. If she rejected him once again, he didn’t know what he would do. Until he claimed her as his own, he was a walking time bomb, waiting to go off, something the males of his race suffered through when finding their mates. With Roxie for his mate, it made matters that much worse. She wasn’t a female from his race and wouldn’t know what was expected of her.

Beowulf walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. In one hand he carried Roxie’s shoe. Not hearing anyone moving inside, he rang the bell a second time. Candice had assured him Roxie would be home, that she was always at home. Still not hearing any sounds coming from the other side, he pounded on the door. That seemed to work. Footsteps heading toward it soon reached his ears.

She yanked open the door and, much to his surprise, glared at him. “What do you want?”

Beowulf smiled. She looked pissed as hell at him, something he was better equipped to handle than the fear he’d seen in her eyes the night before. “Nice to see you again, Roxie. Your friend was nice enough to tell me where you lived so I could return your shoe. Can I come in?”

Not taking any chances, Beowulf crowded her until she took a few steps back, allowing him to walk into the house. He shut the door behind him. Roxie scowled, then turned on her heel and walked away.

Without turning around, she said, “Just put the shoe down anywhere, then you can leave.”

Beowulf became flustered as Roxie disappeared into the other room. She was definitely not acting like a chosen mate should. He put her shoe on the coffee table in the living room before he stepped through the doorway where she had gone. He found her sitting behind a desk, typing away on her computer.

Unable to see another chair in the room, Beowulf sat on the edge of the desk across from where Roxie worked. One glance at the computer screen was enough for him to know he had no idea what she was doing. It looked like a bunch of nonsense to him. “What are you working on?”

Roxie stopped typing and slowly turned her head to look at him. She seemed surprised to see him there. “Not that it’s any of your business, I’m working. I thought I told you to leave.”

“What kind of work do you do?” Beowulf chose to ignore the last part. He had no intention of leaving, and she would have to accept that.

“I’m a web designer.” She turned back around and typed away once more.

Beowulf bristled with irritation. He clenched his hand against his thigh and concentrated on keeping the scowl off his face. Usually when potential mates found each other, they had a hard time keeping their distance. He was feeling it. Being close to Roxie, able to smell her scent, to be near enough to touch her, caused his body to go rock hard. He fought the urge to yank her out of her chair and put her on the desk so he could bury himself inside her. It was a blow to his male ego that she didn’t seem as affected as he was.

ROXIE FORCED HERSELF to keep her gaze glued to the computer screen. Beowulf sitting on the edge of her desk, watching her work, was doing wicked things to her body. On the outside she appeared not to be noticing him, but on the inside it was the total opposite. He took up so much space her office seemed too small with him in it. The room was filled with his scent. Each breath she took was laced with it. It made her think of how it had felt having his hard body pressed to hers, his mouth devouring her. She could still taste him. Why wouldn’t he leave? Everything about him screamed sex. She couldn’t shake the feeling that if she acted on her impulses, he would want not just her body but her soul as well. She didn’t do well with letting other people that close to her. If she did, she was usually found lacking in some way.

Without any warning, Beowulf moved off her desk and yanked her chair back before he pounced on her. He slung her over one shoulder so her head hung down his back. He walked out of her office.

All her blood rushing to her head, Roxie asked, “What do you think you’re doing? Where are you taking me?”

Having found the stairs to the upper level, Beowulf moved in their direction. “To bed. It’s what we both want, and I’m not going to have you push me away.” He reached the upstairs level, then calmly asked, “Which one is your bedroom?”

Roxie reared up on his shoulder and tried to break Beowulf’s hold. “I never said anything about going to bed with you. Put me down.”

“Be still.” Beowulf turned his head and bit her on her bottom.

Roxie yelped. “Ouch! Put me down right this minute.”

When Beowulf only chuckled, she figured two could play at his game. She hung down his back once more, then pinched his ass—hard, digging her nails into it for good measure. She didn’t let go until the hold he had on her slipped enough for her to squirm out of his arms. Roxie sprinted down the hall to her room, hoping to buy enough time to close the door before he followed her inside. His hand blocked it before she could slam it shut. She backed away, trying to put some distance between them.

Beowulf rubbed his butt as he stalked Roxie around the room. “That wasn’t very nice. I should make you kiss it better.”

She continued to walk backward until her back came up against the wall. He quickly caged her in, placing his hands on either side of her head. Beowulf could move fast. One minute he was across the room from her and the next he’d trapped her. Roxie gulped and kept her gaze on his broad chest. If she looked into his eyes, she would be lost.

Beowulf took a step closer and brought their bodies together. She felt every inch of him against her. Already fully aroused, he pressed his erection into her stomach, showing her how much he wanted her. “Don’t you want me, Roxie? I know I want you. I’ve done nothing but think about having you since last night.”

Roxie closed her eyes as liquid heat pooled between her legs. Oh she wanted him all right, but not like this. They were going way too fast. “I will admit I’m attracted to you, Beowulf.” When he lowered his head to claim her lips, she gently pushed it away. “Wait. Hear me out. You can’t expect me to jump into bed with you just because we have the hots for each other. I don’t know what the other women you’ve been with are like, but I’m not like that. I barely know you, and I sure as hell don’t hop into the sack with just anyone.”

“Is that what you think, Roxie? That I have the hots for you and only want to bed you?” Beowulf shook his head. “I can honestly tell you, it’s much more than that to me.”

“How can that be? We only met last night. I’m not sure how I feel about you. You come on way too strong for me, Beowulf. Quite frankly, you scare the crap out of me.”

Beowulf stiffened at Roxie’s confession. “I’m not trying to. Look, let’s start over. Okay? Let me take you out for dinner tonight. I promise to take things slower.”

She looked Beowulf in his gorgeous blue eyes and saw he was sincere. Roxie bit her lower lip and nodded. “Okay. I’ll have dinner with you tonight.”

Before Roxie could protest, Beowulf captured her lips and kissed her soundly. He seemed to be savoring the taste of her, almost as if he had to make it last until he saw her again.

He released her, then rested his forehead against hers and groaned. “You’re killing me, Roxie. I’ll pick you up around six.”

Roxie was only able to nod again. After Beowulf left the room, and she heard the front door shut behind him, she slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He’d turned her legs to jelly. If he kissed her like that again, he would turn her brain into mush.

She picked herself up, then headed downstairs to her office. There were too many hours between now and when Beowulf was to pick her up. She needed to get back to work or she would end up spending the rest of the day having sexual fantasies about him. And that wouldn’t do at all.

Copyright © Marisa Chenery


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