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  Unmated at Midnight

  Whiskers, Mane and a Biter

  Brad Hercules wanted James from the moment he met the huge lion shifter… But he was invisible to the man. Over the months of working for Ant, he heard the stories of James’s conquests and realized if he was ever going to have a shot with the man he needed to change into James’s type. Mainly, tight-bodied little twinks that know how to have fun.

  James wrote off Brad for the kind of fun he wants from the sexy little mouse shifter because he’s too innocent and James won’t risk breaking Brad’s heart. When Ramses shows up to take Brad’s old job when he gets promoted, everything changes. He wants Brad so bad he takes a job he’s overqualified for. When Ramses makes his play, James refuses to be left out and moves in on Brad.

  But who is the screechy bitch that shows up trying to ruin their lives?

  Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Shape-shifter

  Length: 35,481 words

  WHISKERS, MANE, AND A BITER

  Unmated at Midnight

  Joyee Flynn

  MENAGE AMOUR

  MANLOVE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  WHISKERS, MANE, AND A BITER

  Copyright © 2012 by Joyee Flynn

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  WHISKERS, MANE, AND A BITER

  Unmated at Midnight

  JOYEE FLYNN

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter 1

  Brad

  “I’m telling you it was crazy, Gavin,” James chuckled. “The guy was a total closet case. He was too scared to try anything on his own but his girlfriend was more than adventurous enough to bring another guy into their bed. But then he practically ignored her. When I wore him out I did her until she was tired. You know our recovery time.”

  “I thought you didn’t even like women?” Gavin asked in shock.

  “I don’t but we were all so drunk and she was so hot that even I got wound up. I think it was that she was so into watching me with her boyfriend. And the way she sucked cock? Wow, that’s one lucky guy.”

  I put my fist in my mouth to keep from whimpering in pain. I couldn’t listen to one more of James’s sex-capades stories. As I turned to flee, no longer wanting the water I’d come upstairs to grab, I saw Ant standing there with a concerned look on his face.

  “You ever going to tell him?” he asked gently.

  “He doesn’t even know I exist besides being your dorky chunky intern,” I whispered, my chest hurting at the admission. “And he likes firm little twinks.”

  “Is that why you’ve been trying to lose weight like a madman?” Ant’s eyes were wide and I didn’t even bother to deny it, simply shrugging.

  It was around nine months ago that I’d started working for Ant and Gavin… Meeting the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. Work was great even when my personal life was nonexistent. I’d been their personal assistant for the contracted six months as Ant taught me about his company and being a game tester on the side. Then when I’d proven I had learned enough to be his intern, I’d found them a great young vampire to replace me, and Ant promoted me.

  Ant told me he thought another six months and I’d be ready to take new clients of my own. I’d still help him with his clients on the side, but when I got to that point he’d start paying me commissions on top of my salary.

  Money was great, and yeah, I’d want a bank account like Ant’s one day. But it was more that I just wanted a job I loved. I’d been alive almost a hundred years and I felt like I simply survived life instead of ever living it. I wanted passion, in my work and personal life.

  Was that too much to ask?

  “At least you’ve been safe about it,” Ant said with a sigh. “All you’ve been doing is walking on the treadmill and now you’ve moved on to the elliptical machine.”

  “But I’ve only lost ten pounds. I need more help,” I mumbled, staring at my feet. “And I don’t think I can work out here anymore. I appreciate you letting me use your gym, but it’s just too hard. I should feel better about myself after a workout, not depressed and like I want to eat my weight in cheese.”

  “Ant? Is that you, my love?” Gavin called out from the kitchen.

  “Brad and I were just catching up on how today’s work went,” Ant answered quickly.

  “Thank you,” I whispered under my breath as we stepped into the kitchen.

  “Brad was telling me he was thinking of getting a personal trainer to help him with his workouts.”

  “Being healthy is great, Brad,” Gavin agreed, shooting me a look that told me he knew why I’d been trying to lose weight. “I mean, you’ve always been a cutie and all. The
weight you lost just enhances your features.”

  “You’ve lost weight?” James asked, turning to eye me over. “Huh. Nice job, little mouse.”

  “It hasn’t been much.” I shrugged and opened the fridge. “I’ve basically been spinning my wheels with the cardio. Maybe I need a dietician.” I snapped my mouth shut so fast that I bit my tongue.

  “You know about that stuff, right, James?” Ant asked hopefully and I wanted to cry.

  “No, it’s cool. I’ll find someone,” I rambled, shooting my friend and boss a look. Yeah, the last thing I wanted was for James to realize I was some uncoordinated drip as he watched me bend over and show just how fat my ass was. “See you tomorrow, boss. Night, guys.”

  “Brad,” Ant sighed but let me rush past him. I just wanted to go home and lick my wounds. It seemed to be my normal way to spend my off time for months now. I knew it was never going to happen with James… I just didn’t know how to get over him.

  * * * *

  James

  “He really is an odd little guy, isn’t he?” I chuckled after Brad squeaked and raced from the kitchen.

  “He’s one of the sweetest, most loyal men I’ve ever known,” Ant answered, his eyes narrowing at me. He turned on his heel and stormed from the room as if I’d offended him.

  “What was that about? Is Ant pissed at me?” I glanced at Gavin in shock. Ant rarely snapped at anyone ever and I couldn’t think of a time when it had been directed at me.

  “He’s worried about Brad,” Gavin hedged as he handed me a fresh beer.

  “I thought he was working out great? I mean you guys got a new PA and Ant promoted him.”

  “Yeah, not professionally. Ant’s worried about Brad personally. He’s, um, he’s not, well, happy. He’s really shy. Brad works, now he’s been working out, and goes home. He sits alone and reads like mad. Ant wants him to make friends and maybe find a boyfriend.”

  “He’s so innocent though,” I replied just as cautiously. Brad was beautiful and as much as I liked how sweet he was… I was afraid if I went there, I’d break him. I wasn’t known for being sweet or kind in my trysts. They were quickies and one-night stands with no emotional attachment. I couldn’t see Brad on board for that.

  “Yeah. He’s got a huge crush on someone but won’t ever tell them. I want the little guy happy but I’m worried about the person he likes chewing up and spitting him out.”

  I snapped my gaze to him, wondering if he meant me. Gavin didn’t meet my eyes and started talking about the snowstorm that was supposed to come at the end of the week, screwing up our monthly full moon run. I nodded my head and offered suggestions, like a good second-in-command should.

  That didn’t mean I was done trying to figure out what Gavin had meant or who Brad had this crush on. And if it wasn’t me, which I think I secretly hoped it was, then I was going to make sure the guy treated Brad like a prince. He deserved nothing less.

  * * * *

  Ramses

  I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on any of it. I swear I hadn’t. But when I saw Brad upset by James’s bragging about his latest conquest, I was about to let him know I was there and offer him comfort. Ant just beat me to it.

  And then I didn’t want to interrupt their obviously private conversation. I figured it was safe when Brad and Ant went into the kitchen so I picked up the bags of stuff I had left on the floor and just as I was about to reach the kitchen, Brad crashed into me.

  “Sorry, Ramses,” he mumbled and went to dart around me.

  “No problem. I was going to look for you anyways,” I said coolly as I stepped in front of him so he couldn’t leave. “I’ve got to give this stuff to Ant but would you hold off leaving for a moment?”

  Brad bit his bottom lip in that cute I’m thinking so hard way that made my dick get just about as hard. “Can I wait for you by your car? I really don’t want to be here anymore.”

  “Sure. I can even give you a ride home if you want?”

  “I can walk. I need the exercise,” he muttered quickly. Then he squeaked like he always did when he admitted too much and fled. I sighed. Brad was wonderful, breathtaking, and completely oblivious of how special he was.

  “Hey, Ant,” I said as he stepped in the hallway I was in, having just stormed out of the kitchen.

  “Hey, Ramses.” Then he smiled brightly. “Oh, you got the stuff. Thanks so much! I have something special planned for Gavin. Sorry to send you on such a personal errand but I really have been busy.” He blushed as he rambled, a few squeaks in there as well.

  “I got paid to go to the adult store today with a shopping list,” I chuckled as I handed over the bags. “Yeah, my job is so horrible. I picked up something for myself while I was there so really it worked for me too.”

  We both had a laugh and said our good-byes. I headed for the door, trying to figure out the plan I had started working up in my brain since I heard Brad say he needed help with his losing weight. At six foot and a firm two hundred pounds, I knew all about keeping fit.

  And if I could get to spend time with Brad, all the better.

  “Thanks for waiting for me,” I said as I approached Brad. I didn’t want to spook him since he seemed as if he was staring out into space.

  “No problem. Did you have a question about work?” he asked nervously. I had replaced Brad as Gavin and Ant’s PA… But I hadn’t needed the job. I didn’t really want it. I just wanted Brad and to be around him.

  Hell, I had an MBA from the University of Chicago, my own businesses, and I was completely overqualified. But I left that all off my resume when I applied for the job.

  “Umm, no. I overheard the tail end of your conversation and I thought maybe I could help.”

  “Really? You can show me how to lose weight and make me hot?” He was so hopeful, it nearly broke my heart. How could he not see how adorable he truly was? He was five-three, dark spiky hair, and light brown eyes of yummy goodness. And personally, I liked his round, voluptuous ass.

  “You know you’re hot now,” I said easily, ignoring his low self-esteem. “You don’t need to lose weight, Brad. But I can help you get into better shape.”

  “Don’t be mean, Ramses. I know I’m fat,” he grumbled.

  “You’ve got cute junk in your trunk but I would never say you were fat.” I saw the disbelief in his eyes and decided to move on. “I actually thought we could trade help.”

  “Anything. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’ve only lost ten pounds with all the cardio I’ve been doing.” I saw the hope was back and I figured that was better than his distrust.

  “It’s kind of a big favor to ask though,” I hedged, waiting until he nodded to continue. “I have problems drinking out of the blood bags. I know it’s silly for a vampire to not really like the sight of blood, but it creeps me out to drink from a bag.”

  “You want to feed from me?” he gasped, looking scared and maybe a little turned on at the idea.

  “Yes,” I groaned. “Your blood especially smells so tantalizing to me.” I took a chance and stepped closer so that we were almost touching. “I’m so hungry, Brad. I know I’m younger and everyone said I’d get over my aversion to the bags but it hasn’t happened.”

  “Will it hurt?” His chest was heaving and I couldn’t help a thrill running through me that he wasn’t immediately saying no.

  “I’ve never heard anyone say that. Everyone I’ve ever talked to that has been bitten says that they really enjoy it.”

  “You won’t take too much, will you?” He licked his lips nervously and it got me so hard.

  “No, not at all. We can just try it once and if you don’t like it, I won’t ever ask again. I’ll still help you work out since I have a home gym. We can work out together and while I’ll use different weights, I can still tell you what you need to do.”

  “That’s so nice of you.” I felt my heart skip a beat when he smiled at me. “Should we do this at your apartment then?”

  “That would work.” I tried to tone
down my excitement, instead looking grateful. “Thank you so much, Brad. You have no idea how much this would help me.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek, trying to keep calm and not let him see the bulge in my pants. “Hop on in.”

  “Okay,” he breathed as he stared up at me. His eyes were a little glazed and I wanted to pump my fist in the air. He finally saw me as more than just the guy he trained. I loved this plan!

  I quickly unlocked my car and opened the door for him, smiling when he slid in the passenger’s seat. I was so nervous he’d change his mind that I didn’t want to waste any time. We talked about work on the quick drive to my house.

  “Um, I should warn you. I come from family money and don’t really need my job,” I hedged, realizing I’d need to explain my huge house before we got there. “I wanted to get out from all the set ideas of my coven and meet some new people. So that’s why I took the job. Can you not tell anyone though? I hate when people look at me funny because I’m rich.”

  “Your secret’s safe with me,” he giggled. Then his eyes went wide when he saw the drive I pulled in. “Wow. Your house could eat my apartment and the whole building.”

  “Vampires have their hands in a lot of pies normally and hand down businesses to their heirs as their duty. So you don’t normally find too many broke vampires unless they ran from their coven for whatever reason,” I explained. I normally made sure to drive my SUV instead of one of my expensive cars so no one who worked for or was around Gavin’s house asked why I’d taken an assistant job when I had a snazzy ride.