AWerewolfattheFalls

  A Werewolf at the Falls

  Marisa Chenery

  As a cocktail waitress at Fallsview Casino Resort, Jorja has been witness to some brow-raising moments. But she’s never been part of one until a hot-as hell patron in her section pulls her into his lap and kisses her senseless. Talk about a generous tipper. Lady luck has smiled on her indeed.

  What was supposed to be a weekend of harmless gambling takes a dramatic turn when Kian’s wolf scents his would-be mate. Consuming her lips as if his life depends on it in the middle of a crowded casino is bad enough—but giving in to his mating urge and claiming her before she knows his true nature is nothing short of a disaster. And when a fellow pack member shows up and lets the wolf out of the bag, Kian is forced to admit not only who and what he is, but what he did. He may need more than luck to pull this one off.

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  A Werewolf at the Falls

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  A Werewolf at the Falls Copyright 2011 Marisa Chenery

  Edited by Grace Bradley

  Cover art by Dar Albert

  Electronic book publication June 2011

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  A Werewolf at the Falls

  Marisa Chenery

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  Chapter One

  Jorja walked into the Fallsview Casino Resort ready to face another evening shift as a cocktail waitress. The casino was one of two at Niagara Falls, on the Canadian side of the border. She’d worked there for just over a year. She didn’t mind the job, and especially didn’t mind the tips she made.

  Crossing through the casino, Jorja glanced over at one of the blackjack tables and had to do a double-take when her gaze landed on two extremely good-looking men sitting there. One had longish, black hair while the other wore his blond hair short. The dark-haired man snagged her attention more.

  She noticed the men sat at one of the tables she’d be serving. A few butterflies fluttered inside her stomach. She’d be able to get a better look at the dark-haired man. Not that she thought she stood a chance with him. But Jorja could do all the looking she wanted. And look she would.

  Since it was a little early for the start of her shift, Jorja headed to the bar where she saw Connie, who she would be taking over for. The woman gave her a smile when Jorja drew even with her.

  “Hey, Jorja. How goes it?”

  “Not bad, Connie. And you?”

  “I can say the same.” Connie nudged her with her elbow. “Did you see the two pieces of eye candy on your way in?”

  Of course Jorja knew exactly who Connie referred to—the two hunks at the blackjack table. “How could I not? I’d have to be blind not to. Have they been here long?”

  “All day, and have been drinking the entire time.”

  Jorja frowned. “I guess that means I’ll have to cut them off soon.”

  Connie shook her head. “Not yet. Those two can hold their alcohol. They’re just starting to feel good, if you know what I mean. I’ve never seen anyone able to drink like they have and not be passed out on the floor. And they have to be loaded cash-wise to afford all the drinks, and make some of the hefty bets I’ve seen them make.”

  “I’ll keep an eye on them, though. They have to reach their limit at some point.”

  “Let’s hope it isn’t for a little while, for your sake. They tip really well,” Connie said with a laugh. “You should go put your purse and coat away, because I’m out of here soon.”

  “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

  Jorja left Connie and went to the room in back where the staff had lockers to store their belongings while working. She put her purse and coat inside hers. Before she left the room, she gave her skirt a couple tugs and smoothed the front of her blouse by running her hands down it.

  After she returned to the bar, Jorja watched Connie walk toward her from the direction of the blackjack table where the two men sat. She then listened as the other woman placed an order with the bartender.

  “They’re still okay to serve?” Jorja asked.

  “Yeah. I’ll let you give them their drinks. The blond ordered the beer while the dark-haired one wants the vanilla vodka.”

  “Are you sure? What about the tip?”

  “You have it. Like I said before, they’ve tipped really well. Since I’m now officially off the clock, I’m leaving. Have a good night, Jorja.”

  “You too.”

  Once Connie left, Jorja placed the two drinks the bartender had readied on her tray. With a deep breath, she headed over to the blackjack table. She felt those stupid butterflies in her stomach the closer she came. At age twenty-five, she would have thought she’d be way past the stage where she became nervous at being around a man she found attractive. That wasn’t the case, though. She just hoped she wouldn’t make a fool of herself by stumbling over her words when she served them. That tended to happen as well.

  Jorja arrived at the table and stood in between the two chairs the men sat on. She reached to give the blond his beer first. She’d just placed the glass of vanilla vodka on the table in front of the dark-haired one when she found herself grabbed around the waist and pulled onto his lap. She let out a small gasp, which ended up muffled as his mouth landed on hers.

  Jorja felt her body go up in instant flames as the man hungrily moved his lips over hers. His tongue delved inside her mouth, stroking and tasting. Her eyes closed as she kissed him back. She forgot where they were, that she sat on the lap of a strange man in the middle of a busy casino, kissing him back as if she needed him to survive.

  His hand buried in her long hair and held her exactly where he wanted her. Jorja barely held back a moan when she felt the length of his erection pressing into her backside. Her pussy clenched. A throbbing ache between her legs matched the rapid beat of her heart.

  Finally when one of the slot machines played the sounds it made when someone won, Jorja came to her senses. Her eyes flew open and she pushed at the man’s chest. His response was to hold her tighter and make a surprisingly real-sounding animalistic growl.

  Feeling desperate—knowing all of this would be recorded by the surveillance cameras in the ceiling—Jorja grabbed a fistful of his longish, black hair and pulled his head back until he was forced to break their kiss. Her gaze landed on his eyes, which she swore seemed to glo
w mutedly for a split second before they appeared to be a normal shade of light brown.

  “Mine,” he said in a husky voice that seemed to fan the embers of her desire to life once again.

  “Aw shit,” said his friend. “First Atticus and now you.”

  His friend’s words seemed to distract him enough for Jorja to break out of his embrace and slip off his lap. Flustered, and still turned-on, she fled, not even bothering to collect the money the men owed for the drinks.

  Kian found it more than a little difficult to get himself back under control. But it was understandable, considering the momentous thing that had just taken place. And being three sheets to the wind didn’t exactly help matters, either. He’d found his mate. Seemingly out of nowhere her scent slammed into him, causing his mating urge to go into high gear.

  His cock had gone instantly rock hard, and all he could think about was claiming the female who would be his. Realizing she stood at his side, and reacting on instinct alone, Kian pulled his would-be mate onto his lap and kissed her as the mating urge demanded.

  Only her physically pulling his mouth off hers had stopped him from trying something more than just a kiss. The scent of her arousal had intoxicated his already drink-befuddled mind, making him completely forget where he was. His whole being had centered on the woman in his arms.

  Now that she was gone, Kian found his brain worked marginally better, but not by much. He gave his head a shake, hoping to clear it more. All that managed to do was make the room spin. Now, of all times, he’d finally reached the point of being a little drunk. Being a werewolf, that was no small task. It literally took three times the amount of alcohol a mortal could handle—and one who had a high tolerance at that—to give him a buzz. His friend Soren and he had worked on their present condition all day.

  “Damn it,” Soren said, his voice sounding a bit slurred. “You would have to up and do this right now. Couldn’t you have waited until after our gambling weekend was over?”

  Kian scowled. “As if I have any control over it.” He looked at the mortal blackjack dealer who watched them avidly. “You know what.”

  To his ears, his voice didn’t sound any better than Soren’s. He reached for his glass of vodka and took a big sip. Having ordered it straight up, it burned all the way down.

  “Are you sure you should be drinking that?” Soren asked. “Considering what just happened to you, I would think you’d want to cool it on the alcohol.”

  “As you said, considering what happened to me, I need it. But I do think I’m done gambling for the night.” Kian stood and collected his winning chips to cash in.

  Soren did the same, then said, “Shit. Your woman took off so fast we didn’t get a chance to pay for the drinks. If this were Vegas, we wouldn’t have to worry about it, since they’re all free. Too bad it’s illegal in Canada for casinos to just give away drinks.”

  Kian smiled and shoved his chips at his friend. “Stop your griping. You take these and cash them in for me while I take care of our unpaid tab.”

  “And I suppose you won’t be leaving the bar any time soon.”

  “Probably not.”

  “Fine. I’ll return with your winnings, then I’m hitting the slot machines for a while.”

  Kian watched Soren head off before he walked toward the bar with his drink in hand. His gaze zeroed in on the woman who stood there with her back facing him. Her long, golden-brown hair fell in waves to the middle of her back. The black skirt she wore hugged her curvy hips just right. He followed it down her ass to her long, toned legs. She wore black high heels that accentuated them even more.

  He was just about upon her when she turned with a tray full of drinks held in her hands. Spotting him, her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. Her gaze jumped everywhere, as if she didn’t know where to look. When she finally looked him in the face, Kian noticed her eyes were blue-gray in color.

  “Can…can I get you something else to drink?” she asked stiltedly.

  Kian held up his half-empty glass. “Not yet, but soon.” He took a step closer, but she lifted the tray of drinks higher, using it as a barrier between them. As if that would keep him away. He let it go for now. “But my friend and I forgot to pay for our drinks before you…left in a hurry.”

  Her cheeks pinkened even more. “Oh. All right. I have to serve these first. Or better yet, if you don’t want to wait, you can pay the bartender.”

  “I’d rather wait for you. That way I’ll know for sure you got your tip.”

  “O…okay. I’ll be back then.”

  He smiled and turned to follow her with his gaze. His would-be mate was more than he could have asked for. She wasn’t supermodel-pretty like female werewolves, but that didn’t make her ugly by any means. She was pretty in a cute kind of way. And she totally appealed to him.

  Kian chuckled to himself when he thought of how nervous she was around him. Just something else he found attractive about her. He was going to enjoy cozying up to her and getting her used to him. Taking a seat on one of the barstools to wait, he tossed back the rest of his drink. It looked as if he were going to have to work for his mate, and there was nothing wrong with that.

  * * * * *

  At the opposite end of the casino, Jorja made sure she took the circuitous route to the last table she had to serve drinks. She stalled for time. Her heart still thudded at a rapid pace and she felt more than a little shook up. How the hell could she go back to the bar and not make a total ass of herself? Just the few words she’d had with the dark-haired man, who had practically kissed her senseless, had turned her into a stuttering fool. And it didn’t help that his deep voice seemed to sink right into her and cause her body to go into overdrive.

  Pull it together, Jorja. He was just a man. Just an utterly gorgeous, hunk of a man who she wanted to screw her brains out. And judging by the hot kiss he’d laid on her, he was more than a little interested in her. Maybe she stood a chance, after all. Yeah, as long as she didn’t scare him off with her stupid nervousness and lack of ability to string words together.

  Jorja served the last of the drinks she carried and took a deep breath as she headed back to the bar. She could do this. She was a mature woman who’d been around a bit. Her virginity had been lost several years ago. There was no reason why she couldn’t carry on a perfectly normal conversation with a man who happened to look like an underwear model.

  Her small pep talk seemed to work until she spotted the dark-haired man’s friend sitting at one of the slot machines. He turned his head to look in her direction and gave her a knowing wink. That did her in again, making her think of the heated kiss she’d shared with his friend for all to see.

  She hurriedly continued on her way. At the bar, Jorja felt another rush of heat zip through her body as she met the gaze of the man in question. There was no mistaking the look of hunger that lurked in his eyes. She swallowed, pulled herself up straighter and walked over to where he sat.

  “W-Would you like to p-pay for those drinks now?” Oh god. Could the floor open up and just swallow her, please?

  He gave her a sexy grin that made him even better looking. “Sure. But first, what’s your name?”

  “Jorja.”

  He held out a twenty-dollar bill. “Keep the rest as a tip, Jorja. By the way, I’m Kian.”

  Even his name sounded sexy. She took the proffered bill. “Thanks.”

  Jorja turned to the bartender and handed him the money. While she waited for him to give her the change, she felt Kian’s gaze on her the whole time. She ended up being startled when he spoke again.

  “Will you have a drink with me, Jorja?”

  After pocketing her tip, she turned back to Kian. “I can’t. It’s not allowed while I’m w-working.”

  “Then how about after you’re off?”

  “I just started my shift.”

  “I guess I’ll have to wait until you’re done.”

  “That won’t be for hours.”

  He took her hand and tugged h
er to stand between his spread legs. With the height of the barstool he sat on, it made it so they were almost equal in height. “I don’t mind waiting. I’ll sit here all night, watching you work.”

  Normally, after her shift ended, she was dead on her feet and only thought of going home to bed. If Kian did stick around for that long, Jorja would be more than happy to have one drink with him.

  She jerked her head in a short nod. “All right.” She looked around at her tables and saw a customer signal her over. “I have to go.”

  Kian released her hand and let her take a step back. “And like I said, I’ll be right here, waiting.”

  Jorja said, thankfully without a stutter, “I’ll see you then.”

  She walked away from the bar feeling as if lady luck had looked her way for once.

  Chapter Two

  As promised, Kian stayed at the bar for the rest of Jorja’s shift. The later it got, the busier the casino became, which meant he didn’t really have much time to talk to his would-be mate. But he watched her, his gaze rarely straying. Soren would come to the bar to sit with him for a while and then go off to try his hand at one of the gaming tables. One time he tried to convince Kian to go get something to eat at the buffet. Kian refused. Instead he slowly nursed drink after drink. By the end of Jorja’s shift, Kian was pretty loaded, not that anyone would be able to tell. He hid it well.

  He knocked back the last of his drink and waited for Jorja to finish up. Soren had long since returned to his hotel room. Kian was thankful they had each decided to get separate ones. Having a friend sawing it off in the other bed while he tried to get to know his soon-to-be mate better wouldn’t be very conducive.

  At Jorja’s final return to the bar, carrying her purse and coat, he asked, “Will you still have a drink with me?”