Lindy & The Wulfen - R.E. Butler

R.E. Butler - The Wolf's Mate #7 - Lindy & The Wulfen

Lindy & The Wulfen (The Wolf's Mate #7)
R.E. Butler

fantasy/romance/werewolves/erotica

Chapter 1

Lindy was vaguely aware of the toilet flushing and groaned softly, turning over and burying her face in her pillow. Then she was very aware of two things. First, that she had rolled over onto underwear that was definitely not hers, and second, that someone had just flushed her toilet and she lived alone.

As she sat up and her head swam with a hangover to beat all hangovers, the previous night’s activities came rushing back with alarming clarity.

Drinking at Jake’s with Faith and McKenna to celebrate McKenna’s impending mating.

Way too many Rum and Coke’s.

Accepting a ride home from…oh f**k.

Someone sat down on the bed hard enough to bounce her in the air. Bruce Smith, a fellow Tressel Pack member, reached next to her for his underwear and gave her a smarmy smile as he lifted the briefs into the air. “Unless you want to keep these for a trophy?”

She stifled the desire to gag, but just barely.

Oh, how the hell had she fallen so low that she’d let Bruce not only take her home when she was drunk but also have sex with her?

He stood and pulled on his jeans and turned to face her as she sat staring numbly at him. He looked at her, his blue eyes regarding her for only a brief moment before he walked to the end of the bed, picked up his shirt and shoes, and walked out of her bedroom without a word.

It was just a few moments later that she heard the front door open and close. She hadn’t even rated a goodbye from one of the biggest ass**les in the pack. But she hadn’t expected to be respected by a drunk one-nighter, had she? It’s not like she was dating him, or ever would.

A little bit of anger rolled through her. Why had her best friends let her leave the bar with him? They all had firm no-asshole rules about going home with guys. Bruce was definitely on their ass**le list.

She spied her cell on the nightstand and grabbed it, noticing it was only three a.m. Dialing McKenna, she was surprised when her friend didn’t answer. As she dialed Faith, she stood slowly, waited for her stomach to stop rolling, and walked to the bathroom.

“What do you want?” Faith’s frosty tone stopped Lindy in her tracks.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you serious? You have a lot of nerve calling me after that bullshit you pulled last night, Lindy. I’m too pissed to talk to you.”

The call ended, and Lindy stood in her bathroom, naked, staring at the phone. What the hell had just happened?

Putting the phone on the counter, she clicked on the overhead light, squinted at the brightness, and reached into the shower to turn the water on. Finding aspirin in the medicine cabinet, she tossed back several and then drank a few glasses of cold water. As she put the cup down, her eyes strayed to the wastebasket, and she noticed a used condom inside it.

Well thank goodness!

At least she’d had enough sense in her stupor to have him wrap his dick. Shoving the unwanted thoughts of ha**ng s*x with Bruce into the back of her mind, she stepped under the warm spray. As she poured rose-scented body wash onto a scrubby sponge and began to wash away the scent of Bruce from her skin, she replayed the evening over in her mind.

Earlier that day, Faith and McKenna had shown up at the bookstore where Lindy worked, and McKenna had proudly shown off the mating marks on the back of her neck from her boyfriend and fellow Tressel Pack member, Drake. Lindy had smiled and congratulated her friend, but inside she’d been green with envy. Not because of Drake. He was too young for Lindy’s tastes. But jealous of her friend moving on with her life. The three girls had been best friends since preschool, and they’d had their share of arguments over the years. But what had bothered Lindy most was that McKenna hadn’t been looking for a mate and had landed one. Sure he was young, but he had a steady job and was cute.

Over the course of their celebration, Lindy must have gotten a loose tongue and told McKenna her true feelings on the mating. Closing her eyes as she soaped her body, she tried to remember what she had said. All she really got from that experiment was more