Protected: Mirror Lake Shifters, #1

By Violet Dupre

Ros, a server at The Honey Pot (Mirror Lakes only bar and restaurant), has a few secrets. She's on the run from some very bad men. She's in lust (love?) with her sexy bosses. And, in her old life, she worked (enthusiastically) as a Diana at The Diana Club—a high-end sex club.

 

B and Bear, the owners of The Honey Pot, also have secrets. They're bear shifters. They're mated to their human server. And they know their mate has secrets of her own.

 

When men come to The Honey Pot and threaten Ros, B and Bear know they must protect their mate. But in order to do that, they have to know her secrets.

 

Will Ros give up her secrets? Will B and Bear tell theirs? Or will their secrets and the men hunting Ros keep them from their happily ever after?

 

Welcome to Mirror Lake, a mountain town full of sexy shifters looking for their mates.

 

This book is a very steamy, erotic, MMF, fated mates romance with an HEA. It involves some light BDSM, including spanking, e-stim and DDLG/DDLB scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Violet Dupre
• Release date: Dec 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201069186

Book preview

Ros

There’s a low growling sound coming from behind me. I know it’s Bear without turning around. I’m very aware of him...and his brother, B, for that matter. I’m hypersensitive to their smell, the sound of their footsteps, their growls. I can tell instantly when one or both have entered the room without seeing them. I know the feel of their presence. I have no idea why or how. I’ve never been able to do that with anyone else.

I turn and steel myself for the inevitable moment of stupid that happens whenever I see my bosses. Fuck, he’s hot. His name suits him. He’s big—broad-shouldered and muscled. His muscles have muscles. My cheeks redden as all kinds of dirty things flow through my head. Me on my knees in front of him, licking and sucking up every drop of his come. Me riding his face until he nearly drowns in my mess. Him pounding into me right here in front of everyone.

I shake my head to clear it as I wipe my lips in case I drooled while fantasizing. Uh...d...do you need something from me, Sir?

Yes. In the office.

In the office. Now all I can think about is him bending me over the desk while he rams his massive cock into me. And by massive, I mean massive. I’ve seen him in sweats, and they leave nothing to the imagination. I’m pretty sure I turned a dark shade of red all the way to my toes. Right. Okay, I manage to squeak out. He smirks at me as he heads toward the office.

I follow close behind. I’m so close I’m almost touching him. I can’t help it. I’m compelled to keep close. It’s like he has a magnet attached to him. It’s like that with B too. To be apart from them, like when I’m at my apartment, is painful. Physically painful. But that pain diminishes the closer I get to them, so I spend most of my time at work or at the town market on the weekends where they sell their honey.

It’s been this way since the moment I walked into The Honey Pot two months ago. I had already been on the run for three months. I was tired of running. I was thinking that I didn’t care if the fuckheads found me. So, I drove until my car ran out of gas. I’d entered the small town of Mirror Lake when the gage started blinking. I made it into the parking lot of the town’s only bar and restaurant. From the moment I walked inside, I felt I had to stay, that somehow leaving would rip me in two. How dumb is that? I’m running from very bad men who want to do very bad things to me, and I suddenly think it’s a good idea to stay in one place. Like, for good. My brain still screams at me to Go! Go now! But I just can’t make myself do it. It’s like I have no control over my body. The thought of leaving makes sick. Not metaphorically sick, but actually sick. Like vomit up my breakfast sick.

On top of that, I’m always horny. I mean, I’ve always had a big sex drive. I even worked at a sex club before I had to go on the run. I was a Diana at The Diana Club, an upscale, very exclusive sex club catering to pretty much any kink you can think of. I was one of the most sought after Dianas because I rarely said to no to whatever the client wanted. So, I should be used to this, especially since I haven’t fucked anyone in months. The problem is it never goes away. Never. No matter how much I masturbate. I’ve used Gary (my favorite thrusting Rabbit vibrator) until he died. He didn’t last three weeks here. Worse yet, I haven’t been able to replace it, so I’ve had to get creative. Let’s just say I’ve suddenly developed a taste for cucumbers.

When we make it to the back office, Bear moves behind the desk and motions for me to sit down. My heart’s racing, and it’s not just because I want to leap across the desk, rip his shirt off, and lick down his chest. I’m nervous. What if he knows? What if he’s figured out my secrets? What if he’s discovered that I worked at a sex club? Would he fire me? Would try to pimp me out? I mean, I wouldn’t say no. I enjoyed my job at the club. And besides, the men in this town...I’d do them all for free. Starting with my bosses.

Worse, what if he found out I’m on the run? I’d definitely be fired then. No one wants trouble to come to their door. No one.

I take a seat as Bear shuffles some papers around on his desk. He’s so big he practically takes up the whole office.

Umm...so you said you need me for something?

Bear looks at me and I get lost in his gold-flecked eyes for a moment. He starts to tap his fingers on the desk, and I lick my lips. Everything he does makes me wet. Looking at his fingers makes me think of what it would feel like to have them inside me, rubbing against that sweet spot that makes my eyes cross. I nearly let out a whimper.

Bear

Fuck, she’s cute when she’s nervous. She’s twirling her hair around her finger and biting her bottom lip. I honestly have no idea why I brought her in here. I mean I do. I want to pound her through multiple orgasms. And I want to hold her pretty blonde hair in my fist while I do it. I want her on her knees with that luscious mouth of hers wrapped around my cock. But I can’t say that. Or act on it. I know she wants me and B just as bad as we want her. I can smell her arousal. She’s always aroused. She’s probably sick a lot too when she’s away from us. It’s the mate bond, which happens to a prime mate when they’ve found their mate or mates. Their mates also feel this pull for their prime mate, but it includes the need to mark them.

It’s a bit easier for B and I to get at least a little relief because we’re already mates. We’re Secondary Mates, so the need for each other is not as strong as the need for our Prime Mate, but because we’re mated, we can essentially trick the bond to a small degree when we fuck each other. The need for our Prime Mate is still there, but not nearly as unbearable as it would be otherwise.

Poor Ros doesn’t have that option. There won’t even be a little relief until we’re able to complete the bonding process. But we can’t complete it until we have her consent to bite her, and we can’t do that until we tell her that we’re shifters. And we can’t tell her we’re shifters until we have the Council’s permission because she’s human. Revealing our bears to her would also mean putting our entire shifter community, as well as the other immortals. The Council doesn’t take that kind of thing lightly.

I want so badly to ignore all the reasons why B and I are being good bears and not acting on our mate bond. Besides the whole shifter/human thing, we also know she’s running from something, which makes her vulnerable and makes us dicks for even thinking about the things we want to do to her. Our bears definitely don’t care about those reasons, though, and they're getting harder to control. We’ll find a way to get Ros to fall in love with us, to accept us, accept our bears, and accept our mate bond. And it needs to be soon because I’m pretty sure my balls are turning blue.

But first we have to deal with whatever’s got her running scared. We haven’t pressed for details even though our instinct is to protect our mate. We’re worried that she’ll panic and run if we ask too many questions.

I realize I’ve been avoiding her question for too long. B walks in just as I’m about to make up some bullshit. Thank fuck. He looks grumpier than me today, which is saying something. I’m a big, grumpy motherfucker and I make no apologies.

He closes the door and leans against it, looking right at Ros. There are a couple of slimy pieces of shit out there. The wannabe rockstar is demanding to speak to you, Sweetness.

I look at Ros. All the color has drained from her face. I sense that she’s no longer aroused. Her sweet sent has been overwhelmed by fear. B notices too