Anthony Carrow never thinks to find the love of his life when he goes to a bar with his best friend Steven Dell. Getting over the death of his lover has been a hard task for Anthony. After two years he’s still broken-hearted and doesn’t have any intention of joining the dating scene. However, going with Steven to scope out a werewolf club to help his friend find a mate leads to unexpected consequences.
Silver, alpha leader of the Moon pack, has been searching for his mate for a long time. Unhappy with the men he meets he’s given up searching for the man of his dreams until Anthony walks into the bar.
Can a man who’s already suffered a loss once be persuaded to give love a second try or will fear hold them back from finding the love they both deserve.
Sweeping the dance floor with a piercing gaze, Silver searched for the source of his unease. From what he could see from his vantage point, everything appeared to be running smoothly. He saw no fights breaking out and no unwanted touching occurring. Out of habit, Silver closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents of the club. His senses first located members of his pack in the dense crowd. A few dozen were there to keep the club moving smoothly, a few others were hunting for mates of their own.
For several minutes, he couldn’t find anything different or new. Certainly nothing that demanded his attention. Silver was about give up when the scent of a deep, cool forest drifted up to him from the crowd.
Longing filled him. Silver yearned to run under the full moon with rich dirt flying under his clawed feet, to run to the source of that smell. His wolf howled inside him, aching to get out. With a great deal of effort, he snapped back to reality.
There wasn’t a patch of good running land for miles. Silver closed his eyes and inhaled again, turning his head as the smell drifted past. Unable to help it, the alpha growled.
Someone in the club smelled irresistible.
“What is it?” Thomas asked, his eyes riveted to the expression on Silver’s face.
“Don’t you smell that?”
“Heaven.” Silver sighed.
Following the trail of the scent, Silver’s gaze landed on a dark-haired man in tight jeans and a red shirt who swaggered across the floor. An unremarkable looking man with dull blond hair, a sweet ass, and a scent from Silver’s hottest dreams. The blond’s movements were more like a graceful dance than a walk, as if the music itself propelled him across the floor. Without a shirt, he got a good look at the man’s smooth, tanned skin, poured over sleek muscles by a generous creator. The leather pants he wore outlined an ass so fine moisture pooled in Silver’s mouth. He had never met Mr Sweetass, but now was the time. It had been too damn long since someone had caught his attention.
“I think I just found the Mr Average of my dreams,” Silver muttered to his lieutenant. Placing his hands on the wooden banister, he gripped it firmly before flinging himself over the balcony. With their enhanced senses, the dancers fled with seconds to spare. Silver landed on the recently vacated space and strode through the quickly parting crowd to reach the pair now standing and talking in the corner.
The blond faced away from him, giving Silver a view of the tattoo across his upper back. His enhanced sight let him make out the word Andrew.
Fury rushed through Silver at the thought of someone else touching the sleek blond. If his splendid smelling man already belonged to another, there would be a murder tonight. No one else could own the man who would soon belong to Silver.
The possessiveness he felt toward this one man took him by surprise, but it didn’t stop him from approaching the pair.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Silver Moon, the owner of this club. I don’t believe I’ve had the chance to meet you. Are you new members?”
He was rather proud of the fact that he didn’t just grab the blond and drag him back to his lair.
See him use restraint.
Both men turned to face him, but Silver’s eyes locked onto the blond.
The dark-haired man stepped forward, drawing his attention. “Nice to meet you, Mr Moon. I’m Steven Dell, a new member, and this is my friend Anthony Carrow who’s come as my guest. I’m trying to talk Anthony here into getting back into the dating pool.”
“No.” The objection burst from his lips without a filter. Silver quickly followed it with a charming smile; he didn’t want to scare away the splendid smelling man. Anthony looked up, and Silver saw the color of the other man’s eyes for the first time. Amazing. This ordinary looking man had extraordinary golden eyes that sparkled like they were made of trapped sunlight.
“Is there something wrong with the men here?” Anthony asked in a smooth tenor, a sweet, dimpled smile lighting his plain face.
Silver cleared his throat to come up with something plausible. He concentrated on the brunet because he seemed to be the spokesman for them both.
“There’s nothing wrong with the men here, but you don’t want to jump into anything. Why don’t you two come back to my table? I’m always happy to get to know new members.” Not a complete lie. “The two of you will be able to see everyone from there.” He darted a glance at the blond. “I’d feel bad if you chose the wrong man on your first foray.”
Of course, Silver didn’t tell shy, sweet Anthony that the wrong man was anyone but him. Instead, he held out his hand and bit back a moan when the blond’s palm slid across his to shake.
There were many moments in Silver’s life that made up special memories, but this one eclipsed them all. It wasn’t every day you touched your mate for the first time.