The Werewolf and The Officer

  Cincinnati Shifters Book 5

  B.A. Stretke

  Superiorland Publishing

  Copyright © 2023 B.A. Stretke

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

  Cover design by: Art Painter

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United States of America

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  About The Author

  CHAPTER ONE

  Parc spent the evening casually observing the mated members of the Pack. Alpha Cross, Ames, Lowell, and now Cade had all found their Fated mates and had settled into lives of tender smiles, eager touches, and a perfect connection.

  The Pack had been experiencing a rush of Fated connections, and he hoped that he would be one of the chosen. There was no guarantee that the universe would continue to favor them, and the bonds could end at any time.

  He was similar in age to Cross. They were both older shifters, and like Cross, he longed for the Fated connection of his predestined mate. Parc had known many men in his life, but he'd never known real love, the kind of love that is only possible with your Fated lover. He had dreams of what that man may look like and behave, but as others had found out, dreams rarely came close to the reality of Fate's gift.

  He was more than happy with his life at Club Zephyr, where the nights were lit, and the sex was plentiful and amazing. As the Mercer Pack Beta, he had a commanding aura of dominance and power that drew them in and allowed him the pleasure to take his pick of the many and the willing.

  Parc was a black wolf, just like Cross, large and fierce, and the power of his animal was shown through his human presence. That energy was a powerful draw for the frustrated, needy, and adventurous that came to the Zephyr for release. Lately, he was dwelling on what it would be like to have a true and deep connection with someone. He longed for his mate to appear, but he shared that with no one.

  It was busy tonight; Saturday nights tended to be that way. Parc had Cade helping him work the bar, and he noticed Cade's mate Connell across the room, watching him closely. Cade worked most Saturdays unless he and Connell had established other plans. They had a beautiful relationship, two strong men allowing each other self-expression but also completely devoted to one another.

  Their love was clear, and no one got in the way of that. They had the perfect life with time alone in their forest retreat and a life in the city with friends and a pack. It was the best of both worlds, and Parc would never admit it, but he envied them. He trusted the natural order and accepted that Fate would reward him when the time was right.

  According to myth and supported by the bonds he'd recently witnessed, mates were brought together when they needed each other the most. His mate would come to him when the man needed him most, and he would be there for him, guaranteed.

  Another rush at the bar brought him out of his wondering, and his focus was back on the job. "What'll you have?"

  “Gin and tonic and you for ten minutes.” The man looked confident, and Parc loved confidence. He was somewhere in his thirties, average height and weight, but the draw was his lovely thick red lips, and he probably knew how to use them. Parc leaned over the bar and smiled.

  “Only ten minutes?” He teased.

  "I'll take whatever you're willing to give, gorgeous." The man batted his eyelids with lust and arousal pouring off him. Parc's wolf was getting interested, and Parc felt his own arousal sharpening. He wanted to have those lips wrapped around his cock as soon as possible. He began to thicken inside his tight leather pants, straining for release and the satisfaction of those talented, red lips.

  The man was a vampire, Parc could smell it on him, and he was certain he knew that Parc was a wolf. They were two species who often met each other's needs. "Meet me in back in twenty," Parc stated as he slid the gin and tonic across the bar toward him.

  "I'll be there." He said and quickly disappeared. Parc received three more tempting offers as he waited to take his break but turned them down for now. He might pull them back in later, depending upon how skilled the little vampire proved to be. He was never at a loss for companionship at Club Zephyr, and he looked forward to a pleasurable evening.

  Parc had taken his break with Autry covering for him at the bar and headed to the back to hook up with that sultry, sexy vampire with gorgeous lips. He could envision those beauties wrapped around his cock and the titillating relaxation that would follow.

  Nothing like a good blowjob to destress a man. He saw him leaning against the wall observing a couple off to his left, and Parc's cock began to harden at the thought of what was to come.

  His phone vibrated, and he knew he had to answer no one other than Pack had his number, and they wouldn't be calling just to chat. Parc stepped into the walkway that led to the restrooms and opened the call, and saw that it was Cross.

  "Come to the office. We have a situation brewing and cops on the way." Cross stated with irritation in his voice. The cops were getting on their case more in the last month than usual, and the implications were that they were bound and determined to find something.

  So far, they had to leave empty-handed, but with raids happening so often, it was sure to start eating into their revenue. No one wanted to frequent a club that was constantly under scrutiny.

  “On my way.” The handsome vampire would have to wait for another day. Parc went directly to Cross’ office. Cross informed him that his contact at the police station had just called and warned that a raid was coming based on a complaint that had been called in.

  “What was the basis of the complaint?” Parc asked as they left the office in preparation for what was to come.

  “The complaint alleged drug use and public acts of indecency. They claimed that people were engaging in sexual acts and dancing naked on the main floor in full view of the entrance door.” Cross stated and then directed Parc to clear out the private rooms while he notified the rest of the Pack. Parc took care of the private rooms quickly since no one wanted to get rousted by the cops.

  Unfortunately, these constant threats of police showing up would begin to wear on the good nature of patrons, and naturally, they'd start to go elsewhere for their fun and relaxation. Harassment like this could kill a club, and Parc was hard-pressed not to believe that was part of the plan behind the sudden rush of raids.

  He headed back out to the bar, and when passing the back corner where his vamp had been waiting, he heard someone call out to him. "I've been waiting so much longer than your promised twenty minutes." He stopped and turned to face the man still leaning against the wall, but he was all alone now all the others had vacated the area.

  Parc stared for a moment scrutinizing the smug grin and the casual manner, and instantly knew who had called the cops. "Not interested. Find your entertainment elsewhere." He told him and then turned and continued toward the bar.

  Cross was behind the bar trying to persuade Autry to go up to their apartment on the second floor and to wait there until the business with the cops was over. It took a little convincing, but ultimately, he did as the Alpha asked. Parc came up beside Cross and got his attention.

  "You were right about being set up." He told him, and Cross immediately turned to him with a grim expression.

  “What do you know?” His tone was sharp and to the point.

  "I'll tell you later," Parc said and nodded toward the front doors letting him know that the cops had arrived. There were seven officers and one Sergeant with a boatload of ego splashing around. Seemed like overkill for a club this size, but the Lieutenant obviously wanted to make a show.

  It was becoming ever clearer that they were indeed being targeted. Parc kept his eyes on the vampire that had propositioned him. He stood with the crowd on the main floor but off to the side by the tables, observing the action with a pleased expression. Was he the one making all the calls? Parc couldn't remember seeing him before tonight, but that didn't mean anything; he would have to talk to Noa and Ames. They remembered everyone. They worked the doors, and it was up to them who got in.

  His attention suddenly became laser-focused on the three officers standing with the Sergeant. One looked familiar, yet he was sure they'd never met. Parc had no connection with the cops. It was Cross who'd established a working relationship with an employee at the station and who now kept him posted as to raids and other issues. The sturdy young blond with the look of discomfort stirred something in Parc, and he wanted to figure it out.

  Fortunately, the Sergeant and several officers followed Cross into the back rooms, and he instructed three other officers, including the young blond, to question the staff and patrons at the bar. He would
get up close to the officer and would figure out the connection he was feeling. Perhaps he'd been present on one of the previous raids, and Parc had met him then. Once he was close enough, Parc could scent him and know for certain if their paths had ever crossed.

  Officer Danny Atwater was new with the Cincinnati Police Department and had been riding a desk for the past eight months since transferring from Toledo and ached to get out into the field. They needed more officers to cover the Club, so they pulled him off desk duty to assist but also made it clear that he was only there to take statements. He would be back on the desk tomorrow, which was made clear to him by Sgt. Jeffers.

  Club Zephyr was known as a specialty club, one that tended toward the leather culture of dominance and submission. Danny had contemplated checking it out on many occasions but always chickened out for fear he'd look ridiculous to those who understood the culture.

  Now, here he was inside and charged with questioning staff and customers regarding alleged drug use and alleged acts of public nudity. Definitely not how he envisioned his first experience at Club Zephyr.

  He looked around and found the place to be more polished and sophisticated than he'd expected. Talk around the station had pegged it as more of a seedy and kinky sex bar, but it looked like any other specialty club on the strip. There was a lot of fine-fitting leather around but nothing outside what one would expect to find at a place advertised as a leather club.

  It was much more stylish and cleaner than the BDSM club three doors down. Danny had gone in there once and never went back. It was an experience he hoped never to have again, and for some reason, he thought Club Zephyr was of the same ilk. It was clear by the setup that one could either participate or simply come in for a drink, and either was welcome. The only requirement was some form of leather clothing or accessory.

  He was pulled from his critique when the crowd at the bar thinned, and he caught sight of the tall, dark bartender. The gorgeous man was watching him as well, or at least it appeared so as their eyes met, and a spark of awareness sizzled between them.

  Danny was gripped by those dark eyes below the thick dark brows that seemed to scrutinize everything he saw. His face was hard lines, as was his beautifully sculpted body. He was bare-chested except for a strand of supple braided leather that hung from his neck.

  Danny felt his heart rate kick up a notch when the Sergeant ordered him and two others to question the people at the bar. Danny did not hesitate and went straight for the half-naked man in the stunningly tight leather pants while his companions began questioning the customers.

  "My name is Officer Danny Atwater, and I'd like to ask you a few questions." He began, and the control it took to keep his attention on his job and not on the pure sex appeal that was dripping from this man was monumental. The animal magnetism was off the charts, making the air thick with arousal. Danny coughed, cleared his throat, and asked the man's name.

  “My name is Parc Kingsley, officer.” The deep sultry voice was a match for the visual in every way and made Danny’s hands sweat with the desire to reach out and touch this specimen of masculine perfection. He took a deep, shaky breath and continued.

  “You work here?” He knew that he did, but he needed him to say it and clarify his position.

  “Yes, I’m a bartender.”

  Danny wrote down the answers and kept glancing up at the gorgeous man who stood a good head taller than him and marveled at the mystic beauty of his eyes. He was overcome by the steely blue eyes that were in stark contrast to his thick black brows and silky black hair. This man was pushing all of Danny's buttons.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Parc knew the man the moment he came into clear view, and this knowledge was solidified when he caught the first aroma emanating from this handsome young man. This cop, Officer Atwater, was his mate, and that fact was both mystifying and extraordinary in his mind.

  The thoughts he'd pondered just before the raid returned to him now. He dreamed of his mate but was quite certain it wouldn't happen for him for a while, and now here he was, staring at his future, holding the gaze of his forever love and wondering what to do next.

  "I'll need contact information for you, sir." He asked, and Parc wished that request had been under different circumstances. He reached into his back pocket, withdrew one of his business cards, and handed it to Danny. He wanted to call him by his first name, but this was not the time or place for familiarity, although the heat in his expression and the arousal in the air let Parc know Danny was not unaffected by their closeness.

  He could sense his desire and hear the rapid beat of his heart as he tried to keep his mind on business, but his eyes were owning Parc. Officer Atwater glanced up at him repeatedly through his long blond lashes; those hazel eyes were the loveliest he'd ever seen. The top of his blond head came to just under Parc's chin, and his build was slim but not frail. His uniform fit him well, emphasizing a nice round ass that Parc suddenly ached to take in hand.

  Danny took the business card and slid it into his pocket, and then began a list of questions related to the complaint. The complaint was bogus and for the purpose of harassment only, but the Officer didn't know that, and he needed to do his job, so Parc answered truthfully but with sparse detail.

  Their time together was over too soon, and if he was not mistaken, Officer Atwater felt the same way. Parc caught him looking his way more than once as he questioned the others at the bar. "A police officer, what a surprise." He mumbled to himself with a satisfied smile.

  “What did you say?” Lowell came up to stand beside him.

  "Nothing." He said and then asked. "They almost finished destroying our business for the night?" He couldn't help feeling frustrated by it all and wanted the cops gone, but he did not look forward to his mate leaving. All the other cops could get the hell out, but Danny Anders should stay; he should stay forever. He smiled to himself again and cast another longing stare in the officer's direction.

  "The Sergeant is trying to lean on Cross, thinking he'll crack." Lowell chuckled and shook his head. "The little man is light years out of his league. Cross looks more bored than intimidated." He laughed outright this time.

  "Yeah, the Sergeant is a bit soft to be taken seriously, but he does have the power to fuck with us," Parc responded to Lowell's comment.

  “I could leave him with serious memory loss and an attitude adjustment, but Cross said to leave him alone for now. He doesn't want to fuck with the police yet." Lowell flashed an evil smile.

  "Do all vampires have the skill of mind control, thought manipulation, or whatever you call it?" Parc was duly impressed with Lowell's gift. It came in especially helpful when dealing with some people.

  “No, the gift comes to only around ten percent of the population. I was just lucky.” He smiled.

  "We are the lucky ones." Parc clarified. The Sergeant came out of the back hall with Cross, and neither looked pleased. He motioned to his men to finish up and move out.

  Parc also noticed the little vampire from before slipping out the front doors in full view of at least one officer. They didn’t stop him, and they didn’t talk to him, just a mutual nod which was highly suspicious. He and Zeke would look into this man in more detail later, but for now, Parc kept his gaze on his mate, the man that made this entire fiasco well worth the effort and costs.

  He was particularly pleased when Officer Danny Atwater approached and handed him a card before leaving. Parc made sure their hands touched during the exchange needing the contact, although it was ever so slight. The reaction was apparent on Danny’s face, and it was gratifying for Parc.

  "I would like you to call me if you think of anything else you'd like to tell me or if you remember anything important." He was rambling, and his eyes were full of questions that he did not ask.

  Parc glanced at the card in his hand and then at the man standing in front of him and smiled. "Of course, Officer. I'll call you if I have anything else to add." At that moment, when it looked as if he were going to ask the question burning within him, the Sergeant broke the tension and headed for the door and ordered his men to follow.