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When her eyes made contact with his, he knew. Whatever she was, she wasn’t human. Not a kind of human he was familiar with.

He also knew he’d rather die than be separated from her.

Logic and reason tried to break through, pounding up a storm on a door somewhere deep inside his brain, but he refused to listen.

“Here’s the other one, kiddo,” Badger said, presenting it to her on a plate. “Try eating it like yer not a total barbarian, for chrissake. Ye’ll scare the poor lad. I raised ye better than that.”

Without breaking eye contact with Ken, she unerringly grabbed a knife and fork from the counter, made fast work of slicing the rare meat, and forked the plate’s contents into her mouth…

Wolfing it down proved the best description his brain could latch on to.

“What are you?” he whispered.

She softly burped and excused herself as she rinsed the plate and utensils before putting them in the dishwasher. Her expression had taken on a softer, sated tone.

“I told you, I’m a wolf shifter,” she replied. “Most people think we’re a myth. There are very few humans who know the truth about us. There’s a lot more of us than you’d think. Here in the Tampa Bay area alone there are nearly a thousand of us, most either descended from or beholden to the Targhee pack. Although some others from other packs have filtered in over the years. That’s why they sent me here, to keep order. Humans can’t be dragged into pack business. We don’t need the truth getting out.”

She stepped around the counter. He turned on his stool to follow her movements.

“Don’t let him hit the floor,” she warned Badger as she shrugged off her shirt.

“What?” Ken asked.

Badger laughed as he stepped close. “She’s worried ye might faint on us. Valid point, too. Don’t feel like totin’ ye to the emergency room to explain how ye got a concussion.”

Indignant outrage returned. “I’ve never fainted in my entire life. I don’t even faint at the sight of blood.” God knew he’d seen a lot of it over the years. Especially his own, from beatings at the hands of his step-brother.

Badger grimly nodded. “That’s good to know. Chances are, ye’ll see a lot of that over the years with her as yer mate.” He tipped his chin in her direction. “Not yer own blood, mind ye, but others’.”

Ken returned his attention to Dewi, who by this time had worked her way down to her bra and panties.
Holy crap, how’d she get undressed so fast?
She showed no signs of embarrassment as she removed those and stood totally nude before them.

Beautiful, gorgeous. Not skinny, but firm, lean muscles and perfectly rounded curves in all the right places. His cock screamed to let him have another chance with her.

“Ready?” she asked, but Ken wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or Badger. He nodded anyway.

Badger replied, “Aye.”

As he watched she closed her eyes. Her lips moved although nothing came out. Suddenly, he was staring at a huge timber wolf with a grey face and silver coat with black highlights.

And Dewi’s mocha eyes.

It felt like all the air exploded out of his lungs.

Bleacke’s Geek

Bleacke Shifters Book 1

by Lesli Richardson

© 2012

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Bleacke Shifters Book 1
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2012
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Dedication

To Hubby and Sir, my two favorite geeks.

Chapter One

The parking lot of a crowded neighborhood sports pub in north Tampa, not too far from the University of South Florida, on a steamy, early June Saturday night.

Nothing unusual about that.

Leaning against her car, she patted her hip. Through her black, double-breasted oilskin coat she felt the comforting weight and profile of the nine millimeter in its holster. The coat, a man’s style that she’d had custom-tailored to better fit her, hung midway down her calves, the back split up to her ass, allowing her unimpeded mobility. Tonight she wore black jeans and an oversized black, button-up shirt, with a black tank top on under that, along with her black leather motorcycle boots.

Admittedly clichéd, but it hid blood well, if necessary.

Pushing away from her black Saleen S281, she strode toward the pub. Two college-aged guys standing outside the front door went slack-jawed and silent as they stared at her approach. She didn’t need her special abilities to know what they thought as they watched her progress across the wet parking lot. Coat billowing behind her, combined with steam rising from the tarmac, a smooth gait that made it seem as if she floated, and a kick ass car.

She could practically hear their erections rising.

Frat Boy One shifted position a little so he could crane his neck to look around her and get a better view of her ride.

“You walk within ten feet of it,” she muttered, just loudly enough that they could hear as she passed them, “and I’ll rip your balls off and have them deep fried as my appetizer.”

Both men immediately took a step back out of her way, giving her a wide berth as she entered the pub.

As she’d expected, no one inside noticed her entrance. It was a busy Saturday night. The waitresses looked frazzled, while the puck drop of the Bolts-Blackhawks playoff game on TV held most of the patrons’ attention.

Her intended mark sat in a far corner booth, with his back to the door while he shot the shit with three of his scumbag human friends.

Good. He’s not expecting it. Stupid fuck.
How could you sell your fifteen-year-old daughter to a drug dealer and
not
expect retribution from pack elders?

It boggled her mind.

She preferred to not take him down inside the main dining room, especially since there were a few kids in the pub. At least not kill him in the open. Maybe if he got up to take a leak, then she could do it back in the bathroom.

One of the harried waitresses noticed her and waved her hand around the dining room. “Sit anywhere you want, hon. We’ll be right with you.”

She nodded. Crossing the dining room away from her mark, she slid onto an empty stool at the bar where she could see her him. Jonathan “Jay-Jay” Peckingham, Junior.

Peckerhead would be a better name for him.

He sat totally oblivious to her presence. Laughing with his friends, he stuffed his face full of fried cheese sticks, totally unaware he was consuming his last meal.

Good. That means he’ll be there for a while if they’re only on the appetizers.

She ordered fried mushrooms and water and waited for her chance. While she watched, her mark and his friends killed a pitcher of beer and immediately ordered a refill.

The hockey game didn’t interest her despite her love of the sport. Not tonight. Not even when the Bolts managed to score two back-to-back power play goals midway through the first period. She kept her focus on the men, although it would appear to anyone else that her attention was fixed on the TV across the bar.

Unfortunately, the call of nature strikes even pack Enforcers.

I can check out the back, at least.

When the bartender walked past her seat at the bar, she left a twenty by her plate, reached out to touch his arm, and said, “I’ll be right back. Little girls’ room. Keep the change. Don’t give away my seat.”

He smiled, as much from the nearly fifteen dollar tip she left him as from the silent command she sent him to forget her face.

On her walk through the pub, she considered her options on how to best take out Peckingham with as little risk as possible to the other patrons. Deep in thought, the unexpected scent slammed into her as if she’d been sucker punched, stopping her in her tracks.

No. Oh,
hell
no. Not tonight!

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to force her feet to move. Even when a waitress struggled to scooch past her, she didn’t step aside.

Forward
, she commanded her feet.

She opened her eyes and scanned the room. Of their own volition, her feet turned her away from the back hallway where the bathrooms lay and to the left, into the other side of the pub’s dining room.

Please let him be married. Taken. Fuck, let him be gay!

She had to take down Peckingham tonight. Those were her orders from the tippy-top of the Targhee pack food chain. Not that she needed orders, in this case. She was happy to take the fucker out. But considering an edict from the pack’s Alpha had been issued, if she didn’t, her hide could, literally, be on the line. Not that she had any intention of not following through with the edict.

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