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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Honey Do

  Wayward Witches

  Bar None

  Call of the Wild

  The Other Man

  Witchy Woman

  Let Me In

  House of Sticks

  Marking Territory

  Change of Life

  Love Me Tender

  Loose Id Titles by Kate Lowell

  Kate Lowell

  BITE ME TENDER

  Kate Lowell

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  Bite Me Tender

  Copyright © August 2013 by Kate Lowell

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  Honey Do

  Levi pushed back the bedsheets and carefully slid his body out from underneath his lover’s arm. Glyn had been putting in sixteen-hour days at his accounting firm, trying to get far enough ahead of schedule that he could take a week off after Tuesday’s full moon. This was their fourth tax season together, and Levi’d learned his lesson after the first one: Glyn short on sleep was a bomb with a faulty detonator. So last night he’d made Glyn promise to turn off the alarm clock and sleep in. Whatever was left could be dealt with in the afternoon, while the office was closed. After all, it wasn’t like Levi was going to be around to distract him.

  Levi’s own day was completely booked—a downside he hadn’t considered when he decided to open a bar. They were always busier the weekend before a full moon. And those months where the full moon landed on a Friday or Saturday? Nothing short of crazy. It wasn’t just the paranormals either; the normals felt it too.

  He tried not to think about Tuesday night as he dressed, tried not to look at the tracery of scars on Glyn’s back and arms. He knew there were others hidden beneath the sunny yellow sheets—some silver, some pink, some still a painful-looking red, taunting him with his failure. Like he wasn’t wolf enough to turn Glyn. Or like Glyn was too much witch for him to turn. It made him wonder uneasily if all his previous successes had been nothing more than luck and if he was just torturing Glyn for no good reason.

  But Glyn swore it was possible and that being made into a werewolf would make his power work properly, or at least fix it so he didn’t have what he called his “fucked-up episodes.” And there wasn’t much Glyn could ask of him that he wouldn’t do, though this was coming close to his limits. A year’s worth of failures. And it was Glyn who paid the price for it, though he’d never once said a word in recrimination.

  Levi leaned over the bed and pulled the sheets a little farther up Glyn’s hips, his fingers hovering above the raised purplish marks he’d left last month. Maybe the pack council was right; maybe they were like an infertile couple and they should simply let it go. Which, to the council’s way of thinking, meant Levi would be free to make new wolves. Somehow he didn’t think Glyn would be on board with the werewolf version of adoption. More than once, someone had made a casual pass at Levi in Glyn’s presence and had gone home with a black eye or a split lip. Glyn’s explanation? “Witches keep what witches claim.”

  Levi picked up his wallet from the top of their dresser and quietly grabbed a handful of coins out of the bowl that Glyn insisted on. “Everything should have its place,” Glyn would say as he gathered up Levi’s scattered change, “especially money. If you treat it casually, it will go looking for someone who treats it better.” Levi couldn’t complain. Glyn’s issues with control were sort of his fault. Even for a quarter witch, there wasn’t enough opportunity in this small town to bleed off the power Glyn slowly accumulated until it burst out of him in a string of bizarre incidents. Glyn had been fine living the adrenaline rush of Wall Street and cruising the bars of Lower Manhattan, but they’d realized early on that you couldn’t keep a werewolf safely in a big city. Especially one as out of control as Levi had been.

  Not that that had lasted long once Glyn took the wolf in hand. They still had their moments, those two, but the wolf was more likely to hide in resentment now than to try to work Levi up into a rage. Maybe once he changed Glyn, the two of them would stop their “king of Levi mountain” game for good.

  So Levi slid the change into his pocket and flattened out the money in the bowl again, catering to Glyn’s idiosyncrasies. Then he tiptoed around the end of the bed and hoped like hell he missed the squeaky floorboard under Glyn’s precisely arranged rug. Don’t poke the sleep-deprived witch.

  As he was easing out the bedroom door, he heard the bedsprings creak behind him.

  Busted.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” he said, turning around warily.

  “Where are you sneaking off to?” Glyn asked. He sat up, wearing only his sly smile and the crumpled sheets. Light from the window turned his ash-blond hair to gold. Levi loved looking at him in the sunshine, the way it dusted his skin in a honeyed halo and lit up the creamy undertones of his skin. One leg spilled out from under the cloth, all long bones and graceful curve of muscle. His eyes intent on Levi’s, Glyn leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, and propped his leg up, giving Levi an unobstructed view of the curve of his ass as it disappeared into the tangled sheets.

  Oh God, beautiful. And definitely in a good mood. Levi walked back to the bed, drawn by the casual eroticism of the pose, his cock swelling within his jeans. He wouldn’t have walked out the bedroom door if someone told him there was a bomb under the bed, and Glyn knew it. The man had mapped every single one of Levi’s emotional buttons and had no compunction about pushing them when he wanted something.

  This morning, it appeared what he wanted was Levi.

  Levi stopped by the edge of the bed and put out a hand to stroke Glyn’s cheek. “I’m going in to stock and clean up a bit, see if I can’t get the back security camera working. Then I’m working on my accounts for the afternoon.” Glyn’s satisfied smile lit up the room, making Levi laugh. Glyn hated his I’ll-get-to-it-when-I-have-time style of bookkeeping.

  “Oh good,” Glyn said. “I’ll need them by Monday if I’m going to get them done before full moon.”

  Full moon. Levi hid his unease and leaned in for a kiss.

  “Yeah, you probably don’t
want to do that. I was drinking coffee all night, and my mouth is disgusting right now.”

  “Full moon. Wolf doesn’t care.” Levi smiled and pulled Glyn up to his lips. The sheets fell away, and Levi indulged himself with a little morning ogle and grope.

  Glyn chuckled into Levi’s mouth and reached behind to pinch Levi’s ass. “Behave yourself, you hound, or I’ll call the dogcatcher to deal with you.”

  Levi laughed and bit him gently on the neck. “You’d miss me. But who knows? Give it a try. Never know—I might get adopted by someone good-looking.” He dodged as Glyn swatted at him in mock anger. “Now, see, if you keep that up, I’ll run away from home, and you’ll have to post ‘Lost Dog’ posters everywhere.”

  Glyn grinned at him. “Maybe I’d get a well-behaved one this time. Come here, Fido.” Glyn hooked his fingers through Levi’s belt loops and pulled him back toward the bed.

  When Levi’s legs were pressed up against the edge of the mattress, Glyn winked at him and briefly eyed the tented crotch of Levi’s jeans. “Are you in a rush to head off? I see someone who looks like they wouldn’t mind a little petting this morning.” Glyn turned those big hazel eyes on him, a look in them so far from innocent it should have been illegal. He licked his lips, and Levi suddenly found it hard to breathe.

  “I suppose I have a few minutes. Wouldn’t want to disappoint either of you,” he croaked. “What about you, though?”

  Glyn smiled. “I’ll be fine. You just make sure your books are all up-to-date tonight. Because this is just a taste for both of us.” He slid one hand up Levi’s thigh and cupped the bulge of his erection. “Now get these open.”

  Levi couldn’t obey fast enough; Glyn could make him cry with delight during a blowjob. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his hips. Glyn, always helpful when sex was in the offing, carefully helped Levi’s cock and balls out into the open.

  He braced himself, expecting Glyn’s usual shock-and-awe tactics. Instead he got the slide of a loosely curved hand, moving slowly up and down his shaft as Glyn jerked him off, a pensive expression on his face.

  “What’s up?” Levi asked, a small frown pinching the skin between his eyebrows.

  “I had a message from Gram last night,” Glyn said, leaning in to place a kiss on the side of Levi’s cock.

  Levi gasped and replied, “What did Gram have to say?”

  Glyn pumped him a little harder and gave the head of Levi’s cock a quick, teasing lick. “She wants to take me out to dinner. To talk about Tuesday.”

  “Oh. How did she find out?” Levi felt his mood—and his cock—deflate a little. It had to be bad news. And Glyn was trying to take the sting out of it with his little morning show.

  “Who knows? It’s Gram. Maybe she read it in the tea leaves or the shape of the bird crap on her deck.” Glyn shrugged. “Now don’t look like that,” Glyn admonished, tightening his grip. He worked Levi a little harder, slipping his lips around the swollen—and soon leaking—head of Levi’s cock. He sucked there a moment, playing the tip of his tongue around and into the slit, and then popped off. “I have a good feeling about this month. Something’s different. Or going to be different.”

  “Yeah?” Levi’s mood brightened. Not that Glyn was always right, but he was right more often than not. Witchblood. Some hope, then, and maybe Glyn was right in refusing to let Levi give up on changing him.

  “Yeah.” Glyn shrugged and dismissed the topic in favor of more interesting things to do with his mouth. He pressed Levi’s cock flat against his stomach and licked a long line up from the bottom of his balls to the tip. Levi squeezed his eyes shut, remembering to breathe only when his head started spinning. Damn, he loved what Glyn did with his tongue.

  He fisted his hands in Glyn’s hair, being careful not to pull. He’d ruined a few comforters and more than one set of sheets early in their relationship, but this seemed to work for them.

  Glyn was going for the gusto now. Having dropped his bombshell, he was obviously planning to drag Levi up to the edge at light speed and throw him over. Make him forget anything but Glyn and his own fulfillment.

  Levi felt his balls draw up, and a tight spiral of almost painful pleasure arrowed down toward his cock. He gasped for breath, thighs shaking and hands crushing the hanks of hair laced through his fingers. Glyn continued his assault on Levi’s cock, going a little farther down every time until he was deep-throating Levi with a speed that would have choked another man.

  “I’m… Gly… I’m…” Levi choked out, and then he was coming, stars exploding behind his eyes and his body arching like a strung bow. His hips continued to pump as Glyn ruthlessly coaxed a few more spasms from him, lips and tongue gentle but insistent on his now overly sensitive cock.

  Levi bent over him, hands smoothing the crimped strands back in place. “God, I love what you do to me.”

  Glyn smirked back up at him, a look that said very clearly, I know.

  When there was nothing left in him, Glyn pulled back and stretched up to press his forehead to Levi’s. “It’s going to be fine. Trust me.” He laid a gentle kiss on Levi’s mouth, then sat back and smacked him on the ass. “Now get to work, Fido.”

  Levi laughed and pulled him off the bed, his arms around Glyn’s waist while Glyn tucked Levi back into his pants. They shared another, longer kiss, and then Glyn—still naked—followed Levi along the hall and down the stairs to the front door.

  Levi flipped the dead bolt off and swung the interior door back. “You could have stayed in bed, you know. You don’t have to see me out.”

  “Maybe I wanted to,” Glyn replied, his eyes dancing. Almost wolf-quiet himself on his bare feet, he padded up behind Levi, leaned casually against the banister at the bottom of the stairs, and watched Levi collect his things. Just as Levi put his hand on the lever to open the glass storm door, Glyn took him by the hips, spun him around, and pushed him hard into the frame. He rubbed his body up against Levi’s, eyes dark and gleaming with mischief. Electric shivers danced along Levi’s skin where Glyn’s breath touched him.

  Glyn gripped Levi’s hair and held him so he couldn’t look away. “Levi, darling. I know you have a lot on your plate. But if you work hard today, I promise you”—he leaned in and ghosted his lips over Levi’s—“I will work you very hard tonight.” The words hung in the air between them as he took Levi’s mouth, bringing him to groaning arousal again, then pushed him out the door with a wild, witchy laugh.

  Levi stopped on the porch to catch his breath. Right at the beginning, he’d been a bit conflicted over Glyn’s need to call the shots in bed. After meeting Glyn’s grandmother, though, he was just grateful Glyn was only one kind of crazy. It sure as hell gave him a lot more respect for his lover’s human grandfather. The man must have had balls the size of grapefruits to actually settle down and have a kid with her.

  Glyn himself was enough for any red-blooded wolf to handle.

  None of the neighbors were out on their steps, but he was certain he saw a couple of curtains swaying where there was no breeze. He hoped they’d enjoyed the show. He knew he had.

  Wayward Witches

  The front doorbell rang as Glyn finished emptying the dishwasher. That would be Gram, because the neighbors didn’t visit. Not after that poor old lady had caught him riding Levi for all he was worth one Saturday morning on the bench in the entryway.

  He’d been debating whether it was worth the effort of trying to get in touch with Gram, when a raven flew by the house one morning and dropped a battered envelope at his feet. Gram was going to be in town and wanted to talk to him before the moon. No mention of why, or how she found out, which didn’t surprise him. But now that he’d gotten hold of her, maybe he could get some sort of handle on the situation. He needed some concrete answers, but he’d take what he could get from crazy Gram.

  Glyn wiped his hands dry on a dish towel and then carefully arranged it over the center of the oven handle. Nice and neat. Orderly. It helped him control the chaos lurking just under h
is skin. Too little power and too much crazy in his gene pool. Moving to Podunk, Middle-of-Nowhere, and inviting a werewolf into his bed had only made it worse. With anyone other than Levi, it could have gone very badly. All Glyn’s craziness just made Levi laugh, where it had inspired everything from rage to appalled embarrassment in Glyn’s previous lovers. Then again, Glyn wasn’t the type to upend his entire life in the course of a weekend for anyone less.

  “Coming,” he called, but she was already in the hallway and on her way to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and watched her walk toward him, still beautiful, still youthful, despite being born over a hundred years ago.

  Witches lived in and through the world, integrated into the lifestream of everything around them. It gave them long lives and an almost butterfly-effect view of the world. Most of them were a little odd, and the ones who weren’t were entirely strange. “Whimsical” was a kind way to describe it. “Like living with a four-year-old on crack” had become Glyn’s opinion after one memorable summer spent ping-ponging around the country with his grandmother.

  “Hi, Gram.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out a chair for her, which she ignored in favor of wandering around his kitchen.

  “Hello, Glynnie. I see nothing’s changed here.” She rearranged the canisters on the counter and, while Glyn was putting them back in order by size, reorganized his set of chef’s knives on their magnetic strip, leaving some pointing up and some down, the small ones mixed up with the large.

  Glyn followed behind her, setting everything back in its place and trying to ignore the gleam of amusement in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. But witches were witches, and buttons, real or psychological, existed to be pushed, regardless of the aftermath. Chaos suited them.

  Lady, why did I think this was a good idea? Less than three minutes and he could already feel his own brand of witch-crazy raising its ugly head and sniffing the air. At this rate, Levi would come home to find him in his birthday suit, painting runes on the walls and singing children’s songs in three different languages while Gram played the bongos and made the furniture dance. Levi hadn’t left him the first time it happened, but he wasn’t sure he had enough credit left in that account for a repeat performance.