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  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Melissa Lopez

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  Warning

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  Chapter One

  "Stay in role.” Lindsey stared into the large bathroom mirror. “Stay in role."

  What a great game she'd discovered. It was a game with a broad spectrum of explanations for myths that role-players brought into play. Best yet, not only were stories weaved online, but regular chats were held, giving the gamers opportunities to get to know those in the Internet community. Now she was about to take her character to the real world.

  Did she look like a wealthy art curator? A collector of treasures? Of artifacts?

  A long sigh passed through her lips as she blew a curl away from her face.

  What had happened to her confidence from an hour ago? How come I'm not this nervous writing my short stories online? Well, she had been, those first few times she'd participated within the interactive community she'd joined. She'd been terrified of putting herself out there in cyberspace.

  Beneath the designer dress suit she'd splurged on and the equally costly high heels, she knew what was hidden. An overweight librarian who worked at a reference desk five days a week.

  The jitters intensified on a memory. She'd promised her cyber lover she'd take their play real world.

  "Honey, stop worrying.” Cynthia nudged her aside. “You're stunning. It's my turn to primp."

  "Thanks.” Lindsey tucked herself back into the corner to watch while her friend finished her makeup. As a moderator of the online role-playing game Keys to Myths, Cynthia had taken Lindsey under her wing.

  Cynthia, known as Copper to others, had been a godsend. Cynthia was an old pro. She'd participated in numerous online games and had experience in real-life role-play. Thankfully, she'd taken pity on Lindsey and given her the heads-up on what was what.

  A year ago, when she'd joined the online community, she'd been such a complete cyber virgin. A goober. Surely, there'd not been anyone as naive as she'd once been. No longer. She knew what was what. You had players. Some who stepped out of their characters and revealed their real-life selves. And you had players. Others who never, ever stepped out of the role they played. Of course, there were a few others still, head cases, unhappy people who, if you didn't want the negativity, the drama, you learned to avoid.

  Cynthia puckered her lips a time or two once the lipstick was applied. “So what time are you to meet Sandulf?"

  Arousal and nervousness fluttered in Lindsey's belly. “The witching hour.” She laughed. “Stop asking me.” She'd told her friend a half-dozen times already. Her teasing was making the upcoming face-to-face meeting worse.

  "Considering you're the only one I know who got a personal note of inquiry to see if they were going to attend...” Cynthia winked at her.

  Heat warmed her face. The things she'd said to Sandulf privately on Instant Messenger, otherwise known as IM. The things she'd done to him, with him, all on messenger services. “Do you ... do you think Sandulf is a man?” she asked, before she could help herself. She'd really put herself out there. The possibility was huge that Sandulf was a woman. But with all her being, she wanted him to be a man.

  Sandulf fell into the player category. Other than to ask if she'd be attending the conference, she'd never known him to come out of character.

  She sighed.

  What would she do if Sandulf turned out to be a woman? Though she'd already suspected it, earlier at dinner, she discovered the large majority of role-players she'd met were women. And the wicked things she'd promised Sandulf she'd do...

  Cynthia blinked long, thick lashes. “Oh, honey."

  Lindsey moaned and tried to get by her friend.

  "You've been keeping secrets from me. I can tell by the expression on your face.” Her friend let her by, only to follow. “What happened to all the advice I gave you? Keep it light? Only flirt? Never go real world romantically?"

  "I know.” Lindsey covered her face briefly. “I know. I can't explain what happened.” She'd never meant for things to rocket out of her control. But the cybersex had been so good. Far better than anything real she'd experienced to date.

  "Details. Details.” Cynthia snapped her fingers. “Details."

  She moaned again as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I should've stayed home.” And kept the role-playing where it was safe. In cyberspace. At home, Sandulf was an Alpha to a pack of werewolves. How she'd looked forward to his group posts. She never missed reading one of his online stories. They, along with an ongoing story about a gargoyle, were her favorites.

  Only Sandulf rarely wrote anymore on the cyber forum. Not since, not since ... he'd approached her privately in chat one night four months ago. From the moment she first encountered him online, he'd appealed to her. Intrigued her like no one ever had, either online or in real life. He excited her. Those nights he came online were her favorites.

  When the community had started making arrangements for an in-person gathering of the gamers, she'd been so excited.

  For the first time in her life, she'd gotten motivated about herself. She'd started eating healthier and exercising. Although she had a ways to go to get to her ideal weight, she was healthier than she'd ever been in her life. She felt good about herself. All because of a character she had regular cybersex with.

  It was insane.

  "From my limited interactions with Sandulf, I believe he's a real guy.” Cynthia joined her on the bed. “Does that make you feel better?"

  "Um, maybe.” Lindsey laughed and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. Yes, it eased her a bit to know that Cynthia believed Sandulf was a guy.

  "Yeah, he could still be seventy. Toothless. Chew tobacco. Have treelike warts growing out of his feet...” Her friend grinned. “And have herpes."

  "Oh my God, stop!” Oh, please don't let Sandulf have any of those things, even if “he” turns out to be female. Though how incredibly embarrassing that would be. Why hadn't she gotten personal? Asked real-world questions? Oh, why hadn't she asked about using voice messenger or video cams with him?

  Because she hadn't wanted to lose the excitement in her life.

  What if he'd refused? Or been a disappointment? Or worse, what if she disappointed him? “Okay, okay, I feel better.” Not.

  "Good, because what's trans
pired between you two can't be undone. So, it's best just to own it.” Cynthia stood up. “I need to touch up my hair."

  Alone, Lindsey wrapped her arms under her breasts and paced from wall to window. How had she ever gotten involved with a character? She understood there was a person behind Sandulf, but she didn't even know his name.

  Sandulf. True wolf. It fit the character she'd come to adore. Come to fantasize over. He'd always come across as a leader. Strong. Sexy. And in private, he could be as charming as he was wickedly naughty.

  Maybe if she hadn't foolishly used her real name when she'd joined Keys to Myths their relationship wouldn't feel so real...

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  The witching hour had arrived.

  It was truth or dare time. Did she run back to her hotel room and hide like she wanted? Or did she dare follow the game inside the ballroom?

  The rock music of Def Leppard poured out into the hallway. Keys to Myths had a nice turnout of some two hundred members from around the states. Players, mostly women, came and went, while she stood there collecting her courage.

  This was the wildest thing she'd ever done in her life. Well, the cybersex had been the absolute wildest thing to date, before this dance. She hadn't even gone to her senior prom. Had no clue how to dance. No rhythm existed in her bones and she was about to seek a man out to dance. Maybe a man. The possibility existed that she was going to be seeking out a woman to dance.

  Cynthia poked her head out from the ballroom doors. “There you are. I was ready to hunt you down."

  Nervousness had made Lindsey stop at the restroom before entering.

  Her friend came out and took her hand. “Come on, you're never going to believe what Sandulf looks like.” She winked. “Believe me, he's all male. Oh, remember to call me Copper."

  Dragging her feet, Lindsey moved along. All male. Now, that made her just as nervous as the thought Sandulf might have been a female. She'd imagined some average looking, middle-aged man. That'd been her hope anyway. Those who fell into the all male category had never been interested in her. And Sandulf ... she wanted him to be more than just interested.

  Inside, Cynthia let her go.

  The sponsors and moderators had gone all out on the eerie decorations. Spooky strobe lights flashed around the room. Cobwebs. Tombstones.

  People in costumes of all sorts paraded around the room and filled the dance floor. Creatures of mythology. Those of legends and nightmares stalked around them. Still, others, like herself, had dressed more casually.

  A short, dark-haired woman approached her. She leaned in close with a glass in hand. “Lindsey?"

  Oh no. Had Cynthia been teasing about the “all male” comment?

  "Yes.” She moistened her lips. “Sandulf?"

  "I wish.” The woman nodded to the dance floor as the music slowed down. “I'm Tawny. My Alpha is out there. I'm to bring you to him."

  Lindsey's knees trembled as she followed the pack's Omega to the edge of the dance floor. It was strange that Tawny chose to play the Omega. Often times, the woman took grief and abuse from the others in the pack. Tawny could be used or ignored by any of the pack's members. But apparently, she enjoyed the part of a submissive.

  A craving stirred low in her belly. Raw sensations born of need awakened. She sometimes liked being submissive. Sandulf had discovered that about her from behind his computer screen.

  A few men danced among dozens of women. Tawny didn't point Sandulf out, but Lindsey's gaze was drawn to a man dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt. Even his belt and boots were black. The cloth of the shirt stretched over rippled muscles.

  Moisture pooled in her panties at the sight of his dark skin and dark hair cut in a military style. She'd guessed he'd been of Hispanic ethnicity because of the endearments he'd used for her on Instant Messenger. But that could've been a part of his character's persona; she'd never been sure.

  It was a good thing this was all role-play. Her mother would never ever approve of someone like him. She'd learned at an early age her mother was prejudiced. The fact both saddened and annoyed her. As hard as Lindsey had tried to talk sense into her, there was no changing her mother's opinion.

  An insatiable longing filled her as she watched him dance with a fairy of some sort. The fairy was beautifully showcased in a flowing costume of white. Dark red hair hung down her back. Her hands clung to his broad shoulders. His big hands provided dark contrast to the white of the dress.

  He had a strong body with wide shoulders and a powerful neck. She loved the muscles that roped along his arms. His legs would be just as muscular.

  She wanted him to leave his companion and come over to her. But he wouldn't. She'd never seen him be rude before. Only courteous. And proud. Yes, he was a proud man.

  Of course, she only knew him from role-play.

  The yearning intensified as she waited for the song to end. Jealous, she looked away. She wanted to be that beautiful fairy with her gorgeous hair and tall, lean figure. Of course, she had no right to be jealous. Role-play. She only knew him in the game.

  As the song faded away, her heart rate accelerated. Breath caught as she watched the dark-skinned man weave his way through the crowd in her direction. Once at her side, he dipped his head to be heard easily. “Lindsey?"

  She met his brown gaze. “Sandulf?"

  "Yes. I'm glad you made it.” The slightest hint of an accent slid along her nerve endings. He nodded to the floor. “You want to dance?"

  "Oh.” She shook her head. “I can't dance."

  "That's all right.” He took her fingertips in his hand. “I can."

  Oh yeah, he could. She'd noticed the way he moved. So had the fairy he'd been dancing with.

  "I really can't.” She lowered her gaze.

  His hand caressed her cheek. “After everything we've done...” The skin of his hand was rough against her skin. “Mujer hermosa, are you being shy?"

  Helplessly, she nuzzled his palm. Sweet arousal fluttered at the contact. This was so different from what they'd shared online. This was far better.

  On a groan, he took a step closer. She inhaled, enjoying his masculine scent. His touch kindled her desire to make the game real. So very real. His nearness provoked her to move even closer to his warm, hard body.

  Dark. Delicious. And dangerous. She didn't know a thing about this man. She quivered on a thrill. Only yesterday, she'd assured him she'd meet with him. Had promised to take their role-play one step further.

  Releasing her, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a leather pouch. “For you. A token of my affection."

  "Oh.” Her hands trembled as she took the offering. “Thank you."

  Stay in role.

  Stay in role.

  "A treasure for your collection.” He helped her get the gift from the bag.

  It was beautiful and intricate peace of Indian jewelry of some sort. “It's lovely.” She fingered the bright centered jewel. A precious fire opal. Through research she'd learned a great many things about the Anahuac civilization, including Mexican gemstones. All because of her need to know what she could about the man who might be behind Sandulf. “It's lovely.” She couldn't think past the nice surprise he'd given her. Think what Lindsey in the game would say. But she couldn't.

  Sandulf took the necklace. When she piled the mass of her hair on her head, he slipped it on her neck. “You sure about the dancing?” Once done, he took her hand and backed onto the floor. The skin of his palm was rough. Liquid heat tingled between her thighs. Such a simple touch to arouse her so.

  "Hm.” She snuggled against his hard body. “I think we already are.” The music was fast, but he kept her close. He kept his head near hers so they could hear one another. “When did you get here? Have you met everyone?” She lifted her head. Those questions probably hadn't been in character.

  "Around eight.” His brown gaze didn't waver. “I met those of my pack that showed up. The mods. And you."

  She smiled. “You met a fairy too."

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a few ladies while I waited for you.” He shifted them so they both faced toward the tables. “You want to get to know my pack?"

  "Oh, sure. I've been looking forward to it."

  "If you're still interested in a threesome, you need to pick your second now."

  Her breath caught. Surely, he hadn't meant everything they'd talked about on Instant Messenger. Everything she'd agreed to ... all for the game.

  His lips brushed her ear. “Tomorrow night, I won't be willing to share."

  Lindsey trembled, enjoying the possessiveness of the Alpha.

  They only had two nights together, then the weekend would be over. Her heart pounded to the music thumping in the room. Her hand rested over his. “I'd rather it be just you and me tonight.” Probably tomorrow night, too. She wanted Sandulf. Wanted to know what his hands would feel like over her body. What he'd feel like in her body, filling her up. And his lips ... It'd be so much better in person than over the Internet.

  Sandulf groaned, his arms tightening around her. He rolled his hips to press his hard cock into her.

  Gasping, she had to know. “Did ... did you promise one of them?"

  "No, though I doubt any of them would turn down a mujer hermosa.” His breath was hot against her skin under her ear. So hot. “What we did, what we discussed, remains between us. Always.” His lips brushed her skin. “What we'll do won't be shared."

  She moaned, her fingers clutching at his muscles. She turned her head in offering.

  At the first pass of his lips, her body arched into his. Her breasts swelled as her nipples extended in an attempt to get closer to the hard expanse of his chest. He didn't hesitate to claim her mouth.

  A raw groan vibrated from him. Delicious sensations spiraled out of control as he explored her mouth. She savored each sip of him she was treated to. Relished each swipe of his tongue as he teased hers.

  He was the first to lift his head for breath.

  Ablaze in sexual heat, she rested her head on his shoulder.

  It was the most sensual embrace she'd ever received. Yet his hands had never left her hips.