Every Night Forever
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Authors: R.E. Butler
Every Night Forever
(Hyena Heat One)
by R. E. Butler
Copyright 2012 R.E. Butler
Every Night Forever
(Hyena Heat One)
by R.E. Butler
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Cover by Ramona Lockwood
This ebook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is coincidental.
Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.
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I would like to extend sincere thanks to Alexis Arendt at Word Vagabond for editing this story.
Thank you
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To my Aunt B.L., for her encouragement and to my husband, B.B., I love you both.
Jacq McNeill, who’s become such a sweet and dear friend, thank you for your insight, your help, and your friendship.
To my new friends and fans, thank you so much for your support. For Jackie, who teases me with pictures of sandy beaches, and for Alex G. who tirelessly runs my FB page, I’m so glad to know you.
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Author’s Note
: Thank you for purchasing the first in my new series, Hyena Heat One, Every Night Forever. This series is connected to The Wolf’s Mate series. Those of you who have read The Wolf’s Mate series have met the three heroes in Every Night Forever - Dante, Cairo, and Mason Stone - in Book 4, Michael & Shyne. Although events in The Wolf’s Mate Book 4 are mentioned, it is not necessary to read it prior to reading this story. This book, and this series, are about were-hyenas and their search for their shared bride, and is not about the Tressel Wolf Pack in any way. I loved Dante, Cairo, and Mason’s characters so much when I wrote them in the fourth wolf book, that I knew I had to give them their own book and series. I hope that you’ll find the three brothers to be as deliciously sexy as I do. All the best, R.E.
Table of Contents
Author’s Note About the Series
Alyssa gripped her hair in frustration. Her own stupidity. This was why she was in this predicament in the first place. The timer beeped for three minutes. She didn’t move.
“Are you going to look or should I?” Her friend Bethany asked, looking up from where she was scrubbing an emery board over her nails.
“No, ah, I’ll do it.” Alyssa stood up from the bed and walked stiffly to the bathroom. The full moon in July, she’d been so damned horny she couldn’t control herself and she had willingly gone home with Ben, one of the younger wolves in the pack. She’d wanted to take the male who had joined the pack last summer to bed with her, but he hadn’t wanted her. Cody was a high-ranked male and well thought of in the pack. Gorgeous to boot. But he had never looked at her as anyone worthwhile.
The night before the full moon she had walked into the pack bar and found the handsome wolf making out with a human woman in the corner, and her confidence had been shattered. It was one thing to be passed over for other she-wolves, but to be passed over for a human just seemed plain wrong. She’d been feeling particularly humiliated that none of the males in her age group had been interested in what she was offering, so she’d drunk more than her fair share of beer and taken Ben up on his offer. She was thankful when she woke up the next morning that at least he was over eighteen.
“I still don’t understand what the big deal is. You’re on the pill.”
Alyssa hadn’t opened her eyes yet. “I know that, Bethany, but I’m late, and I just recently switched pills and this one is screwing with my cycle. I just have to be sure I am before I make plans to rip the throat out of my doctor.”
Bethany snorted delicately. “You’ve got such a strange sense of humor, Alyssa.”
Her eyes opened slowly until she was staring at the pregnancy test. There, in easy-to-read print, it said “not pregnant”. She whooped a
hallelujah
to the heavens. She wanted to have kids eventually, but definitely not with an eighteen-year-old just out of high school kid who couldn’t have found her clit with a map and a flashlight. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed sex. The only time she ever got off was when she was alone.
Now isn’t that just pathetic?
After the test clunked in the wastebasket, she looked at herself in the mirror, really looked, for the first time in a long time. Twenty-six. She should at least be in a relationship. Doing something with her life. She was just drifting, and not to anywhere good. She’d spent the last ten years playing whore to the males in the pack, and she knew without thinking too hard that all that sex, the trampy clothes, the flirting – it was just a front. All the time she’d spent being the fun girl, the sexy girl, and no male had ever wanted her for anything except sex. She shouldn’t have expected them to want to see past her slutty ways, but there was a part of her that was hurt that no one had.
Bethany stood up when Alyssa walked out of the bathroom. “The girls are going to meet us at Flannigan’s. You ready?”
Floating on Cloud Nine after narrowly escaping having Ben as her baby-daddy, she was more than happy to go out with her friends and party. She grabbed her ID, cash, and keys, and followed Bethany out of her apartment. Bethany drove; she was one of the few girls in their pack who was always the designated driver, because her mother had been a fall-down drunk and Bethany didn’t want to follow in her footsteps.
Flannigan’s was run by her pack. The interior was dark paneling and stained, faded wallpaper. Tables and chairs were crowded together and there was a small space towards the stage where the floor was cleared for dancing. She followed Bethany to where their friends were sitting, in their usual place - center booth along the far wall, directly across from the bar and just outside the dance area. Alyssa said hi to her friends and fellow pack members - Nina, Lori, and Wendy - as she and Bethany slid into the booth.
Drinks were ordered, and she cast her gaze over the full bar. The house band was playing a country song she vaguely recognized from the radio, and a few couples were dancing on the floor, along with a few already-drunk women. She saw Cody sitting at one of the tables with his friends, and her heart quickened at the sight of him. Lean and tall, his sandy-blond hair was just long enough to dust his collar and always looked just-rolled-out-of-bed ruffled.
As the night wore on, Alyssa was very aware that her friends were all asked to dance, but she was outright ignored. She felt as if she were invisible, sitting alone in the booth while her friends had fun.
When the girls said they were going to the bathroom, Alyssa decided to check out her makeup and make sure she didn’t have lipstick on her teeth or something else that was stopping anyone asking her dance. She could admit to herself that the last few weeks she hadn’t been nearly as popular as she had been before she decided to close her legs to casual sex, but she’d never felt like such a pariah before.
Touching up her lipstick and double-checking that her teeth were color-free, she turned to her friends at the sinks and said, “Is something going on?”
Lori tousled her long, blonde hair and met her eyes in the mirror. “What do you mean?”
“Well, no one’s asked me to dance. All the guys in the pack are acting like I don’t exist. I just thought...” She didn’t know how to finish the sentence. What she wanted to say was that she thought she was pretty enough, nice enough, to get asked to dance. But she couldn’t say that out loud.
Nina let out a disgusted sigh. “You thought, what? That your personality was nice enough that the boys would want to be around you with your clothes on? Puh-lease.”
Shocked, Alyssa’s mouth fell open.
Wendy turned and leaned against the counter. “Face it, Alyssa. You were only good for one thing to the males in our pack, and when you took your pussy off the table, they lost interest. It’s no one’s fault but your own.”
Her face turned beet red in shame and horror. “I’m not a whore.”
“No?” Lori laughed. “You’re a pack toy, for fuck’s sake, Alyssa. Did you think they would accept you being less than that just because you had a change of heart?”
Alyssa’s eyes burned with tears, and she fought not to cry as she looked at Bethany. Her best friend shrugged and blotted her lipstick on a piece of toilet paper. “They’re right, Alyssa. Because of you, we’re all suffering, picking up your slack.”