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  Pack Law 1

  Set Me Free

  Michelle Barclay has just moved to Aztec, New Mexico, from Mullen, Nebraska. At the library where she works, she is cornered against her car by a large, wolf-like dog and then rescued by the animal’s owner, Jonah Friess.

  Jonah is the lead Alpha of the Friess Pack, sharing the leadership role with his two brothers, Mikhail and Brock. He knows the uptight librarian is their mate, and the brothers set about wooing her into their bed.

  Michelle is hurt by a jealous female pack member, but instead of being angry with Kirsten, she gets mad with the three Alphas and lets them have a piece of her mind—what she doesn’t realize is that she has just claimed them.

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 35,875 words

  SET ME FREE

  Pack Law 1

  Becca Van

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  SET ME FREE

  Copyright © 2012 by Becca Van

  E-book ISBN: 1-61926-139-1

  First E-book Publication: January 2012

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  SET ME FREE

  Pack Law 1

  BECCA VAN

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  “Don’t eat me! Good doggy. Please leave. I promise, I don’t taste very nice,” Michelle Barclay told the wolflike dog standing before her, its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth as she pressed herself up against her small compact car in the secluded parking lot of the library.

  Michelle Barclay had only been in Aztec, New Mexico, for three weeks. She had decided to move from her home state of Nebraska when she had received a letter from lawyers Holt and Holt six months ago declaring her the owner of a small rural property in the town. She was now working as a librarian. For four months she had pondered over whether or not to sell the property and buy her own place in her hometown of Mullen, but the thought of being in a small rural town and not having to pay rent anymore was too good to ignore. So she had given notice and moved to the small cottage five minutes outside of the town of Aztec. She was a twenty-six-year-old librarian and had never been on a date. At first she was too busy with her studies, and then she had just never found anyone who engaged her brain as well as her body. She knew she was seen as an uptight schoolmarm, as she dressed so conservatively, but she just didn’t give a damn about what anyone else thought. She wasn’t about to lower her standards for anyone. No matter who they were.

  Michelle felt behind her for the keyhole with the tip of her finger and thanked God she’d had the foresight to have her car keys in her hand. She jiggled the key, trying to get the metal to slide into the lock, but since she kept her eyes on the now-sitting wolf-dog before her, she was having a hell of a time trying to fit the key in the lock. Every time she tried to move, the animal before her would begin to growl, its hackles rising on the back of its neck. The muscles in its huge body would ripple as it tensed up, looking like it was ready to pounce on her.

  Michelle couldn’t work out if the animal in front of her was a wolf, a dog, or a combination of both. The animal was huge. When it was standing up on all four paws, the top of its head was level with her chest. She kept looking around to see if its owner was nearby, but the brightly lit parking lot and street looked to be totally deserted. She looked into the dog’s gray eyes and breathed in deeply, held the breath, and released it slowly.

  “Look, I don’t know what you want, but I need to get home. I’m going to turn around, open my car door, get in, and leave, all right?” Michelle said, then slowly turned her body sideways, making sure she could still see the animal as she finally got her key into the lock. The sound of the snick on her older-style car seemed really loud in the still night air.

  Michelle cringed as the wolf-dog slowly walked toward her, its steely-gray eyes holding hers, until she could feel its hot breath on her arm. She whimpered with fear and nearly jumped out of her skin as the animal’s mouth wrapped around her left wrist. She waited for the excruciating pain she knew would follow as the animal clamped down with its powerful jaw, but the pain never came. She opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed and stared at the dog. The sound of footsteps echoing behind her had her sagging against her car with relief.

  “Are you all right, miss…?” A deep, gravelly voice came from behind her.

  “I will be if you can get this–this dog to let me get into my car,” Michelle said quietly so as not to alarm the dog, but loud enough for whoever was near to hear. She heard the man behind her move around the back of her car and then heard him snap out a command to the animal still gently holding her wrist.


  “Mikhail, let her go. Now!” The man growled.

  To Michelle’s surprise the animal released her and licked the sensitive skin on her inner wrist, making a hysterical giggle bubble up from her chest as its warm, wet tongue tickled her skin.

  “What are you doing out here alone on a Friday night, ma’am?” the man asked as he moved forward into her vision.

  Michelle’s breath caught in her throat at the first sight of the owner of the deep, sinful, gravelly voice. He was tall, so much taller than her own height of five foot four inches. He stood around six foot one and had sandy-brown hair, a lean, rangy muscularity, and deep-blue eyes. He had a high forehead, a beaklike nose, sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and a hard, rugged jaw. His stance was confident and aggressive. His arms were crossed over a muscular chest, his hips thrust slightly forward, his legs shoulder width apart, but his eyes were what captured her the most. His eyes seemed to glow as he stood staring at her. She moved her eyes back to his mouth and was just in time to see his nostrils flare above those full, sexy lips as he inhaled. She could have sworn she heard him growl before he shifted on his feet and moved in closer toward her.

  “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new to town or just passing through?” he asked as he stopped inches away from her.

  “I moved here three weeks ago. I work at the library and was just leaving for the night,” Michelle replied, her eyes sliding from his to the dog now sitting quietly next to him. She felt hemmed in and didn’t like to feel so crowded. Her breathing escalated and she tried to push herself further into the protection of her old car.

  “Hm, you must be Michelle Barclay. I’m Jonah Friess, a member of the library board. Pleased to meet you, Michelle,” Jonah said as he held his hand out in greeting.

  “Mr. Friess,” Michelle replied, slipping her hand into his. She couldn’t quite contain a gasp of shock as she felt a spark of electricity race up her arm, over her chest, and down to her pussy. She’d never felt anything like it before. Her vagina clenched, and she felt moisture drip down to wet her panties. She tried to snatch her hand away, but Jonah wouldn’t let her. He tightened his grip, but he didn’t hurt her.

  Michelle felt her own nostrils flare as he took another step in closer to her body. The scent of musk, soap, and clean male assailed her olfactory sense. She tried to tug her hand away while keeping her breathing shallow, afraid her hard nipples and aching breasts would rub against his chest if she took a deeper breath. She held very still as Jonah leaned in close to her, bent his head down to her neck, and inhaled.

  “You smell good. What perfume are you wearing?” Jonah asked.

  Michelle cleared her throat, twice, before she could speak. The heat and nearness of his body was making her crazy. “I’m not. I don’t wear any perfume. It must be the soap I used this morning that you can smell.”

  “Mmm,” Jonah hummed. “You smell good enough to eat.”

  “P–Pardon?”

  “I said, you smell good enough to eat,” Jonah breathed against her ear.

  “Mr. Friess, would you please move away? You’re crowding me,” Michelle stated indignantly. She felt a flutter against the top of her ear and wondered if the man had just licked her. No, he couldn’t have. My imagination is running rife tonight.

  “Is that your dog, Mr. Friess?” Michelle asked, looking to the animal again.

  “I guess you could say that. My name is Jonah, darlin’. You calling me ‘mister’ makes me feel old.”

  “Um, well. Okay then, Jo–Jonah.”

  Michelle let out a sigh of relief as Jonah released her hand and stepped back. Now she could breathe. She moved away from her car door, grasped the handle, and opened it. She was about to slide into the seat, but the sound of Jonah’s voice stopped her.

  “Have you had dinner yet, Michelle?”

  “Uh, no,” Michelle replied, turning back to face Jonah. “I’m about to head home and prepare a light dinner.”

  “I haven’t eaten yet either,” Jonah said then looked at her expectantly.

  Michelle knew Jonah was waiting for an invitation to dinner. As much as good manners were in ground in to her personality, Michelle found herself hesitating. The way the man was looking at her made her feel like prey to his predator. For some reason he turned her on, and she just wasn’t comfortable with that unfamiliar sensation. It wasn’t that she was afraid of him, it was the fact she was scared of her body’s response.

  “I’ll leave you so you can go home and enjoy your meal then. Thanks for the help with your dog. He looks like a wolf, you know.”

  “That’s because he is a wolf, darlin’. You don’t have to worry about him hurting you. That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

  “Well, if you say so. It was nice meeting you, Mr.…Jonah.”

  “You have no idea, darlin’,” Jonah replied cryptically.

  Michelle gave Jonah a look with raised eyebrows, shook her head, and slid into the driver’s seat of her car and left the parking lot. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed Jonah and his wolf watched her until she was out of sight. There was just something strange about that man. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was that puzzled her, but even though the man turned her body inside out with unfamiliar desire, there was more to him than what was on the surface.

  Michelle had heard about him and his two brothers since they were on the library board, but this was the first time she’d met one of the Friess men. She wracked her brain trying to remember what his brothers’ names were as she drove along the dark outskirts of Aztec. Then it hit her. Their names were Jonah, Mikhail, and Brock Friess. How strange to name one’s wolf after his brother. Surely the man could have come up with a better name. She wondered if his brother was insulted or flattered, then gave a mental shrug of indifference. Who cared what the man called his wolf? Why he wanted a wolf instead of a dog for a pet was beyond her comprehension.

  Michelle sighed with relief as she pulled her 1984 model small car into her driveway. Once she got inside and closed the door behind her, she released her hair from the perpetual tight bun she kept it in and shook her long brown tresses free. She undid the top three buttons on her high-necked blouse as she kicked off her shoes and headed to her bedroom. She liked to keep her appearance professional when she worked at the library, but once she was home the façade came off. She removed her blouse and ankle-length skirt, unclipped her stockings from her garter belt, and rolled them down her legs. She took off the garter belt to be left standing in a red lace G-string and matching demi bra. She pulled her favorite jeans and large college T-shirt from her closet and drawer, then pulled them on. Once comfortable, she padded to her kitchen in bare feet and set about getting some dinner, but while she cooked, she couldn’t get the memory of Jonah and his wolf-dog out of her mind.

  Chapter Two

  “Yes, she is our mate,” Jonah replied verbally. “Go and change forms, get dressed, and meet me at Aztec’s and bring Brock with you. We have some plans to map out.”

  Jonah and Mikhail watched as the woman of their dreams drove away. Jonah was about to enter the Aztec Club after a long workweek to grab a beer and unwind. He was just about to step through the doors to the club he and his brothers owned when Mikhail had called out to him telepathically. He felt his brother’s excitement and arousal through their link and had turned toward the library parking lot at the end of the street. He was surprised to find his brother had cornered a woman up against her car in the library lot, but knew he must have had a damn good reason. Mikhail had never done anything like that before. As he’d moved closer, Jonah had caught a whiff of the woman’s scent which had called out to his wolf. He knew in that instant the woman could possibly be the mate he and his two brothers had waited for. He had to make sure, so he had moved in close to her and sniffed her neck. He’d gone rock hard in an instant. The blood had drained from his brain straight down to his crotch, filling his cock so full, he ached. He’d had to push his beast back down as he could feel his wolf ramm
ing at him to claim his mate. He’d been able to resist, just.

  “Mate,” Mikhail growled into Jonah’s mind.

  Jonah watched as Mikhail took off, a dark blur of speed as he disappeared into the trees off to the side of the library building. He turned around and headed back down Main Street, his destination their very own Aztec Club.

  * * * *

  Jonah was sitting at their usual table when he scented the arrival of his brothers. He picked up his beer and took a sip then gestured for his brothers to sit when they arrived at their table. As firstborn and the most Alpha out of his brothers, his word was pack law. Even though his brothers were also Alphas, when Jonah laid down the law no one questioned him, not even his brothers. Of course he was always open to advice from any of his werewolves and often discussed pack and business issues with his brothers, but if he put his foot down, no one dared argue.

  Jonah had been main Alpha of the pack since he was twenty years old. His father had handed over the reins to him when he and his mother had decided they wanted to take the time to travel. Jonah had been prepared to be Alpha of the pack along with his brothers since the day of their birth, but they had all known he was the most senior leader of the Friess pack as he was the eldest.

  His cousins, Chris, Blayk, and James Friess, were his Betas, second to the Alphas, as were Jake, Devon, and Greg Domain, his cousins on his mother’s side. The rest of the pack members were labeled as Omegas.