Free Into the Light by Tami Lund

summoned.” He looked particularly proud of that fact.
    Tanner thought he sounded like a stupid, lovesick lapdog. If this was the kind of guy Cecilia dated, he could understand why she was giving him adoring looks.
    He wondered if all the male lightbearers were like Dane. If so, he knew exactly why Olivia and Cecilia had escaped to Vegas.
    Once the ladies were in the bedroom, Dane leaned against the wall, trying to be cool, while Tanner dropped onto the sofa, affecting the very epitome of cool without even trying.
    “If you hurt her in any way—” Dane started. Tanner cut him off.
    “Obviously, we did not hear the same version of events just a minute ago.”
    “I heard what she said,” Dane replied. “And I also see the way you look at her. Olivia is a very special person, and I will not abide anyone hurting her—especially you.”
    Tanner sat there and wondered what Dane saw in the way he looked at Olivia.

Chapter 6
    Like all shifters, Quentin Lyons understood the significance of taking a female from behind. It was how shifters declared they were mated. It was a pact, one you made forever. It was also Quentin’s favorite way to fuck.
    Conveniently, he was already mated, and he was the pack master as well, so as far as he was concerned, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Still, whenever he was in the mood for a shifter-style fuck, he sent one of his minions to the nearest human bar to pick up an attractive human female. Shifter females too well understood the significance of shifter-style fucking.
    Plus, he was the pack master, so every shifter within a thousand miles knew who the hell he was. Shifters were also notorious rumormongers, and it was bad enough that the rumor mill whispered of various children within this pack who carried Quentin’s blood in their veins, even though he’d never formally claimed any of them.
    None were legitimate, so none would do as his heir. He had only one legitimate son, thanks to his useless mate, who’d never managed to produce another, despite Quentin forcing himself upon her time and time again over the course of the last forty years.
    The human female who was brought to him last night pleased him greatly. She wasn’t shy or timid or afraid of him, which was a nice change. In fact, she was aroused by him, by his dominance and power. He could smell it, almost the moment she was presented to him. They’d fucked for the first time less than fifteen minutes later.
    They spent the night alternating between dozing and fucking. He was exhausted, but not enough to deny her when she’d rolled over a short time ago and wrapped her lips around his cock, suckling at him until he shoved her away, rolled over, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her from behind. She grabbed the sheets and made noises of encouragement as he pressed closer and closer to release. He even entertained thoughts of keeping her around, just for this purpose.
    There was a sharp knock on the outer door and Quentin cursed as he surged into the woman one last time, stiffening and pouring his seed into her as she continued to wiggle her hips and beg him to move harder and faster. Unfortunately for her, he was done. He pulled out and pushed her away as he rolled off the bed and padded to the attached bathroom.
    “Enter,” he called out, just as he closed the bathroom door.
    When he emerged again, fully dressed and washed of the woman’s scent, one of his guards, a shifter named Mike, stood just inside the door, trying unsuccessfully not to look at the human woman, who sat naked on the bed, pouting.
    “Why are you still here?” Quentin asked.
    “You didn’t finish,” she complained with a swift glance at Mike.
    “On the contrary, I did.”
    “You didn’t finish me .”
    Quentin regarded her for a moment and then waved at Mike. “Mike, finish her.”
    Both Mike and the woman looked startled.
    “After you tell me why you’re here,” Quentin amended.
    Mike cleared his throat and looked everywhere