Dichotomy

By Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Iris is not a usual tiger shifter. Yes, she’s independent, headstrong and dominant, but in the right hands, she’s also submissive and eager to please. The issue has always been finding someone who accepts both sides of her nature and doesn’t try to change her.

Riker and Jared have been mates for almost a decade, but they always knew they were missing a third in their relationship. When they meet Iris, they’re elated. Finally, they’ll be whole. However, they quickly realize the tiger shifter is not what she first seems and bringing the three of them together for good might not be as easy as they initially thought.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Apr 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9780369503305

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Copyright© 2021 Elyzabeth M. VaLey

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0330-5

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Jessica Ruth

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DICHOTOMY

Club Lobo, 2

Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Copyright © 2021

Chapter One

Iris

The music thumped in the club, dimming the din within. Unfortunately, it did little to muffle the sounds of pleasure coming from the private rooms downstairs, especially if one had heightened hearing as she did.

Iris sighed. She hadn’t come tonight to help out with dungeon duty, but Mason Murphy, co-owner of Club Lobo, had begged her to keep an eye on guests as Till, the club master, had suddenly gotten sick. After shifting, she’d taken her place in the raised dais and kept her eyes on the crowd as the venue slowly filled up. A few people danced. The gilded cage in the middle of the room was empty tonight, but the light still made it glisten like some kind of magical artifact. A couple made out in a corner, while another chatted loudly, the Dom pointing to his sub and showing her off to his friends.

Iris frowned. Better to keep an eye on those four. The woman didn’t appear to be very comfortable with the situation. She sniffed and continued to peruse those around her. A group of newcomers milled at the bar, giving each other congratulatory slaps on the back. She perked her ears. The words going to propose reached her, and she bit back a mewl of frustration.

She wasn’t a romantic at heart. She was a tiger shifter, and by nature they were solitary creatures. Tigers were headstrong, confident, and competitive. She appreciated her independence and the time to herself. When it came to sex, she liked to take the lead, to bring a man to his knees and make him beg.

She was, however, a rarity. Just as much as she enjoyed topping, she thrived on submission. Tigers were anything but docile, yet for years she’d fantasized about meeting someone who embraced the other side of her. Someone who would understand her need to both dominate and submit and wouldn’t think less of her for it. Unfortunately, so far, at Club Lobo she had only met submissive men jumping at the opportunity to play with her. None would reciprocate. It was fun, but it didn’t fulfill her.

Stretching, she curved her back, trying not to dig her nails into the cushions. She was going to have a walk around the club and a closer look at the Dom and sub she’d spotted earlier and make sure things were in order. She’d barely taken a few steps when something tickled her nostrils. The fragrance was tantalizing. Sweet, with a hint of masculine muskiness that made her insides clench. She searched for the source, finding it mere moments later.

Had she been in her human form, she would have smirked at the sight of the luscious male at the bar. He was a gorgeous specimen of brawn and muscle, with pale strands of hair framing a masculine jaw. She tilted her head, attempting to catch sight of his eyes, but he kept his head bowed while furiously tapping on his phone. It didn’t matter. A purr rocked her diaphragm as her beast recognized him for what he was. Submissive. Abruptly, as if he’d sensed her, he glanced up. His gaze locked on hers, his blue eyes widening in apparent shock. Iris sat back on her haunches and stared at him, possessiveness squeezing her heart and desire making her lick her jaws.