Page 16 of Opposites Attract

“Are you bored with me?” John asked as he trailed his fingers down my ribs. I shivered under his touch. Who knew callused hands could be so gentle?

“A little.” I scrunched my nose, pretending to smell a lie. “But not in the way you think,” I hurried to add when I realized he’d feel the truth.

“What is it then?” He turned his face to the ceiling as his knot continued to hold me in place, demanding we have this conversation now.

“While this is nice,” I sighed, “I’m not used to doing nothing all day.”

“Nothing?” He gave a small thrust of his hips.

“That’s something.” I moaned as his knot stretched me wider. “I just want to be useful.”

“I’ve got lots of uses planned for you.” He waggled his eyebrows.

I tried to keep my expression serious and failed. “Sex slave was not on my list of future employment opportunities.”

“But you make such a pretty one.” He pressed his lips to my neck.

“I was under the impression that you needed a Luna.” I gasped as he tugged at one of my nipple piercings gently.

“You are a perfect Luna.” He moved his hand to my other breast. “The sexiest Luna I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m worth more than my body.”

He dragged his fingers south, worshiping the dips and curves of my stomach. “It’s such a beautiful body.”

“Damn it, John. Stop.”

He lifted his eyes to really look at me. “Whatever you want. I’ll get it for you.”

“I don’t need or want you to get me anything.” I took his big, bearded face in my hands. “It’s time for me to do my job. I need to meet the pack.”

John’s brow furrowed and I felt his hesitation. “Now?”

“It’s not going to change anything if we wait another week.” I blew out a breath of frustration. “I get it. I’m not from around here. Small towns don’t trust outsiders. But hiding isn’t going to do me any favors.”

John groaned as he buried his face between my breasts. “I don’t want to share you.”

He’s a good mate.

A little dramatic, though.

I patted the back of his head as he flipped us and his massive body crushed mine. For such a big male, he sure was a cuddly thing. “I promise you’ll survive.”

6

John

The smell of meat roasting drifted from the kitchen and wafted through the lodge house to the meeting room. My stomach grumbled in response, but my own hunger seemed an afterthought.

“Did you get something to eat?”I mind-linked Fallon. She was sitting across the oak desk looking every bit the cold and collected female I’d first laid eyes on during the show.

“I’ll eat at the festival tonight.”The tone she used with me was soft and I stared a moment longer, wondering how she could do that. Her face dared anyone to fuck with her while she calmly placated me, but I physically felt the nervousness she refused to acknowledge.

“Is Shirley making venison roast?” Bryant, my Beta and second in command, sniffed the air. He was a military veteran shifter who wore the deputy sheriff badge along with his other pack duties.

Technically, I was sheriff up here. But that was more of a formal title. We had about five thousand square miles in the O’Neil territory stretching from west of Mackinac Bridge and bordering the Hiawatha National Forest. In all that land, there were less than a thousand shifters.

Most of them were older than sin and didn’t come out of their cabins for much. A festival, though, could bring out even the worst.