Free The Claiming of Zoe (Supernatural Strippers Series) by Amanda R. Browning

Zoe Clawford woke up around noon to find another person in her bed . " Oh shit, not again," s he thought. She had no idea who she had gone home with the night before. The tail end of the night was a blur of drinks, dances, and the press of sweaty bodies. Zoe tried not to disturb her mystery guest as she quietly climbed out of bed. When she was finally free from the entangled limbs of the stranger, she stood. She was stark naked, as was the beautifully built man in her bed.
    He lay on his back with his face turned away, so she couldn’t get a peek and try to remember his name. He had long, straight black hair tied back into a ponytail, and smooth copper colored skin that stretched across the tight muscles of his back. The sheet had slid from his body when she’d moved, and Zoe found her gaze drawn to the well-toned muscles of his ass.
    " Zoe, why do you do this to yourself? " s he thought. She couldn’t really help it though. She was a werewolf and when mating season came around, her hormones raged out of control. Some nights the lust overwhelmed her and she just grabbed the closest person to her, man or woman, and tried to have sex with them. She enjoyed the sex, but it sure did make for some awkward mornings.
    Zoe was the youngest in a long line of born werewolves. They weren’t just any ordinary wolves though. The women in her family only gave birth to Alphas. There was magic in their blood. One of the Clawford women had done a good deed for the goddess Artemis generations ago and she had gifted that woman with the magic she’d passed down to her descendants .
    Zoe could only get pregnant by another werewolf, and she hadn’t met one that appealed to her enough to have his baby. That would bind them permanently together and she wasn’t so big on permanent right now. Zoe planned to fulfill her obligation to her people; she just wasn’t ready to do it yet. She felt that she deserved a little more time for herself before shackling herself to someone she didn’t love for the good of the pack . Between the werewolf magic and the power of her blood, she was protected from disease, so the only danger of promiscuity was her moral code .
    " Hah, what moral code? " s he laughed to herself.
    When she went into heat, her hormones went crazy. She could literally not resist the urge to get fucked. Even by a normal human, hell, it didn’t even have to be a man. She just had to get laid constantly. The urge to be pleasured became undeniable. Zoe thought this was also from Artemis. She was a virgin goddess and Zoe thought she might have thrown an extra bit of lust into her gift to ensure that mating would happen; but never having experienced sex, she threw in a bit too much.
    Her job came in handy really well on those days. Zoe’s family hated what she chose to do, but she figured since they just wanted her to be their brood mare, they could hate whatever they wanted. She’d give them their Alpha, but until then, she was going to work at Dark Hungers.
    Zoe danced at the strip club four nights a week, and made a very healthy living. The club was owned by De sirina, a French i mmortal woman. All the girls called her Desi, and she took good care of them. All the dancers were some sort of supernatural creature, as was most of their clientele. Desi kept a vampire on staff that was unusually talented at compulsion. If any of the human guests noticed anything strange, the problem was quickly taken care of. Most of the time, the tits and ass in front of their faces kept them plenty distracted.
    The mystery man started to stir in the bed and Zoe turned around from where she stood next to the closet, still naked. She smiled and said, " Hello. "
    He looked her up and down, his approval clearly showing in the stiff erection jutting from between his thighs . " Hello to you too, gorgeous. Last night was amazing; I’ve never had a woman go at me like that. You’re an animal. " He winked at her as he finished speaking. His handsome face had