Free Lycan Alpha Claim (#2) by Tamara Rose Blodgett, Marata Eros

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    Talyn
     
    I open my eyes in the middle of world war three.
    Two huge men crash through my already broken french doors, and immediately separate, staking their claim to the perimeter of my living room on opposing sides.
    I try to sit up and heat sears through me. I groan.
    “Stay down,” Enforcer Adrienne commands in a low voice of authority. A hand flashes above me like a flesh lightning strike and she flies backward, her foot connecting with a strong jaw on the way down.
    Blue eyes.
    But he's got more than blue eyes happening now—he's not all human.
    Sharp teeth are barely contained in his mouth, a snub snout has wide nostrils that flare with his obvious emotion. He's seven feet tall of solid  muscle. Forget six packs—he's got a keyboard of muscle on his stomach.
    And he just attacked Enforcer Adrienne.
    She gives back as good as she gets, his face rocking from the impact of her well-placed kick.
    He stumbles backward.
    The two men who came in through my back door open their mouths and hiss.
    Oh my God — it's supernatural week . Hysteria begins to have its way with me.
    I roll over, crawling through the bodies and try to reach the kitchen.
    My gaze frantically rolls around the space as grappling begins behind me. Where the hell is Pooky—where is Arden?
    “Tal!” I hear a geeky squeak from my left. I fling my hand out without thinking. Our hands touch. I hang on for dear life as Arden drags me to him. I look up in surprise, realizing Arden's stronger than he looks.
    A lamp crashes and an electrical surge sparks from my archaic electrical connection.
    Adrienne leaps to her feet, moving her jaw back and forth and comes to crouch in front of me and Arden protectively.
    She and Blue Eyes square off. The two males look ready to pounce.
    “Stand down, Lycan.”
    The huge creature backs toward the door as the two vampires charge forward.
    “No!” Adrienne says and they hesitate. “He's in Changing mode, guys. He's all hot to transition Dr. Phisher.”
    The two huge men look like they'd like to transition him .
    I note Adrienne calls me by my official title.
    “Aeslin—Matthews, it's okay,” she says, clearly trying to talk them down.
    The one with the bald head growls, “The hell it is, this mutt just struck our female.”
    Adrienne nods as if she wasn't the one who was just hit. “I get it. But this is part of the job. You guys can't just burst in here every time some supe gets a bee buzzing around in their bonnet about bringing it.”
    The other male, still giving Blue Eyes the stink eye, straightens slightly. “Nor can we stand back and watch another male beat on our female.”
    Blue Eyes stands in the periphery, chest heaving, eyes darting surreptitiously between the trio.
    Narah slaps her hands on her hips and gives a harsh exhale. “Males,” she mutters. She swivels her head, whipping all those small braids over her shoulders.
    She turns her attention to Blue Eyes. “Name,” Adrienne barks.
    “Merck,” he says with a voice that hovers between human and other. To my ears his voice sounds like gravel falling.
    “Okay,” she spreads her hands. “Don't make me kick your Lycan ass.” The two males by her side protest. “Shh, Aeslin,” she turns to look at the slightly taller vampire of the two. His dark hair is in sharp contrast to the other guy—Matthewsʼ—nearly bald head. Her hand reaches up and cups his jaw. His face softens at her touch. If a face that hard can be called soft .
    His own hand covers hers but he never takes his eyes off Merck.
    I'm hoping I can just become invisible.
    “Stay out of this, vampire,” Merck says.
    I can't take my eyes off the strange half-form of Merck. He looks like a huge human man, with a superimposed image of a wolf over everything. Short talons grace his fingertips in molted colors of beige, ivory and tan. A light coating of reddish-brown hair runs over his exposed skin.
    And there's a lot of skin flashing.
    Lust strikes me like fiery pain and I can't