In the previous weeks, Marcus had invited someone to spend the night with them every weekend. He’d accumulated plenty of women who wanted to scene without a relationship over the years, and Heather thought, at first, that maybe he was trying them out, to see if they would fit, after all. However, when she’d talked to Marcus about it in private, he told her it was more about the threesome getting more experience for how a foursome would someday work. He knew the women weren’t the one, but it was still fun to pull another person in and play.

  Heather didn’t think life could get any better. Two gorgeous men in her life, one who gave her sensations she couldn’t begin to describe, and one who served her, who lived to please her. She made money doing the things she loved, and the Adventure Center next to her ranch was taking off and making nearly three times the income she’d budgeted, which meant she could hire more people to help, and expand her offerings.

  Kyle was thrilled with the status quo — he was living with his best friend and with the love of his life. He’d learned how to pleasure his true love, and serving her slaked a deep need he’d worried he’d never fulfill again.

  Life was good for all three, but Marcus still had an unquenched need that ran deep. He ached for his own slave to train, to love, to mold, and to hurt.

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  Bibliography

  If you’ve enjoyed Safeword: Mayday, you may also like other books by Candace Blevins.

  Only Human series, urban fantasy with a side of kink

  Only Human

  An Unhuman Journey

  Of Humans and Monsters

  Defining Human

  Edge of Humanity

  Infinitely Human

  Unhuman Acts

  Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club

  Duke

  Brain

  Bash Volume I

  Bash Volume II

  Bash Volume III

  Horse

  Gonzo (where we first meet Britches/Briana)

  Nix

  Ghost

  Bud

  Razor

  Bubbles

  McGyver

  Birmingham RTMC

  Bobcat

  Dementor

  Frost

  Squatch

  Cat out of Hell, series, paranormal romance:

  Cat out of Hell Volume I

  Cat out of Hell Volume II

  Cat out of Hell Volume III

  The Dark Underbelly of The Chattanooga Supernaturals

  Pride

  Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire

  Leashed

  An Elegant Weapon

  A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale

  Slave

  Lady

  Consort

  Queen

  A Paranormal Halloween, paranormal romance

  Hallowed Destiny – Forged by Darkness

  Unhallowed Murder

  Countdown to Murder

  Unholy Murder

  Pleasure Times Four Christmas series, ménage/RH paranormal romance

  Unexpected Gifts

  The Gift

  Present Tense

  Imperfect Gifts

  Out of the Fire series, paranormal romance:

  Consequences

  Wicked Beauty

  Inked Beauty

  Fear (Ryan’s story) – TBA

  Lust (Cora’s story) – TBA

  Chattanooga Supernaturals series, paranormal romance:

  The Dragon King (Aaron Drake’s story, we first meet Duke and Brain)

  Riding the Storm (Kendra and Eric’s story)

  Acceptable Risk (Bethany, Ranger, Mac, and Jonathan’s story)

  Careful What You Ask For (Britches’ story)

  Uncaged (Ghost’s mother’s story)

  Cocky Queen

  The Safeword series, intense BDSM contemporary romance

  Safeword: Rainbow

  Safeword: Davenport

  Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon

  Safeword: Quinacridone

  Safeword: Matte (Sam and Ethan Levi’s story, we first meet Frisco and Cassie)

  Safeword: Matte – In Training

  No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon

  No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After

  Safeword: Arabesque (Frisco, Cassie, Isaac, and Cam’s story)

  Safeword: Mayday

  Safeword: Mayday – Adding Their Fourth

  Check out other books by Candace Blevins at candaceblevins.com.

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  BUD Blurb

  Nickie’s an investigative journalist who recently faced some of the worst men she’s ever confronted — which would’ve been fine if the FBI hadn’t lost them when she’d practically handed them over on a silver platter.

  She vacations in Cancun to get away from the horrors she saw while probing the human trafficking organization, and doesn’t expect they’ll be able to find her while she travels under another of her pen names.

  Bud is in Mexico on club business, staying in a Cancun resort dressed as an American businessman. He meets the beautiful Nicole and gets caught up protecting her when he discovers she’s alone in Mexico with human traffickers after her. She’d paid the resort extra to provide protection services, but Bud fears the bad guys have outbid her and bought her security out from under her.

  Can Bud take an investigative journalist home to Atlanta? She’s good at her job — will she turn on him if she discovers how the MC makes most of their money? His wolf isn’t taking no for an answer, and once Bud discovers Nickie writes BDSM Romance under another pen name, he isn’t inclined to argue with his inner animal.

  Excerpt

  “I’ll scan these in, email a copy of both to each of us, and then I think we should celebrate by my bending you over the desk so I can fuck your ass until you beg for an orgasm.”

  “Oh no, my ass definitely needs some recovery time. I’m all for you bending me over the desk, but my ass is off limits.”

  Bud had expected as much, so he shrugged and stepped to the scanner. “My way or the highway. You don’t get to dictate what will and won’t happen.”

  “And I’m telling you my ass can’t handle your cock right now.”

  “What if it can? Tell you what — you trust me to make it good for you, and if I can’t then you can safeword and I’ll get you off with my mouth. But if I can? If you’re beggin’ for an orgasm when I do it my way? You’re mine sexually, twenty-four-seven, anytime I want you for the next seven days.”

  “And why would I take that deal?”

  Bud leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “You know you want to. No one’s come along who could take control of you in a long damned time, right? You’ve been the one in charge, and while that might be more convenient, it isn’t what really scratches your itch. Is it?”

  “Three days.”

  Bud chuckled. “It isn’t a negotiation.” He sat at the computer, logged into his personal email, and sent the scanned NDA contracts to her while she thought his proposal over. He knew she wanted to accept it but the woman was stubborn.

  “You have a copy of both documents in your email, as well as the paper copies we signed. Shall we celebrate, or would you like to play some pool?”

  “You’re right about it turning me on, but I worry that the seven days thing won’t work for me and I’ll just avoid you, and it’ll fuck up whatever we have going. Twenty-four-seven is a big deal, and we’ve only had sex one night.” Granted, it was a good part of the evening and into the night, and then the morning — but still.

  And he wouldn’t be able to get a bead on her scent over the phone if she came up with a reason he couldn’t come over. He could make sure she enjoyed it enough while they were together, but people convinced themselves of all kinds of crazy things when they were alone. Still, he was offering a seven-day deal.

  “I like your honesty. Seven days, but if you find yourself even considering avoiding me, you’ll tell me and we’ll figure out what isn’t working.”

  Bud’s cock pulsed and grew in his pants when Nickie bent over and began unlacing her riding boots.

  “Leave them on. Nothing sexier than a woman bent over the desk with her pants around her knees and heavy riding boots holdin’ her feet down.”

  She retied the boot and stood. “Where do you want me?”

  He’d smelled her conflict the night before — wanting him to take over but unable to take the steps to show him. Tonight, there was a teeny bit of it, but she’d pushed past it. To reward her, he stepped to her, pulled her into his arms, leaned her back, and his heart sang when she opened to his kiss. He could get lost in Nickie’s scent when she wanted him like this, but he pulled away from the kiss when her heart raced like she was sprinting.

  He stood her back up and cradled her cheek with one hand while he supported her with the other arm. “Pants down to your knees and bend over the desk.” He grinned. “We have little sterile packets of lube in the desk drawer, along with condoms. I’ll lock the door so no one will walk in on us. I don’t share.”

  Something about his telling her he didn’t share bothered her, but he couldn’t ask about it without having to explain how he knew. Her poker face gave nothing away, but her scent easily betrayed her.

  However, by the time he’d collected the condom and lube, her arousal level was through the roof.

  The office still had the same fifty-plus-year-old filing cabinets the club had used when they opened the bar, and the metal desk was probably just as old. The original cheap paneling on the walls, linoleum on the floor, metal folding chairs for guest seating — Bud had instinctively known she wouldn’t think she was too good to have sex here, but was still happy to smell her arousal. Wendy had been born to be an ol’lady, but his little brat would have to figure out how she fit into his life and into the club. That was okay — if he’d only wanted to replace Wendy with another Queen Bee, there were dozens of women who’d wanted the position over the years.

  Bud slicked his right hand and ran it over and around her pussy. She moaned and pushed back, and he rewarded her by sinking two fingers inside. He pressed into her g-spot, scissored them to spread her wider, and let her feel some of his strength as he pressed inside. “Not interested in dominating you too much outside of sex, but I’d love you to be mine enough I can use you anytime I want, whether you’re up for it or not. Watching you fight to submit when I order you on your knees to blow me, or I spank your ass first thing in the morning just because I want to see you standing in the corner with a bright red ass while I cook. Or maybe I’ll stop by your condo to fuck your face on my way to a job — just enough time for me to get off, but not enough to do right by you until I return four hours later.”

  He leaned in closer to her ass to take a look at the bruising. “If you misbehave today, you’ll feel my belt on your breasts. When I finish with your ass, I’ll rub some more arnica in. See if we can’t get your bruises to heal faster.”

  Humans were so much more fragile, but Wendy’d been a werewolf and had still died from a stupid drunk driver. There weren’t any guarantees, and he’d just have to hope fate dealt him a better hand this time.

  He unfastened his jeans, set his gun and extra mags on a shelf, pulled his cock out, and donned a condom. Nickie tensed as she thought he was about to enter her, but then moaned when he circled her clit with his fingers, and she groaned in bliss when he sank two fingers back into her pussy. He pulled his fingers out long enough to get both hands slick, gave her two fingers where she wanted them again, and oh-so-gently traced the outside of her asshole with the pointer finger of his other hand.

  Her pussy and ass both gave off a lot of heat and he had no doubt she was sore, but he was confident he could get her horny enough she didn’t care. Also, he’d thin his cock down enough she could handle him in her ass.

  She didn’t know about that little trick, and he couldn’t let her figure it out. He’d have to be careful not to go too much narrower.

  Five minutes later he was working her with two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. She was on her way to an orgasm and he used his left hand to slick the condom more before he pressed it to her asshole and opened her with his cock.

  “You don’t have permission to come, Brat. Hold onto it. I’d like nothing more than to turn your tits red with my belt — just give me a reason.”

  * * * *

  Nickie had been determined not to beg for an orgasm, but she’d lose her mind if she didn’t come soon. Fuck, but his hand on her clit and his cock in her ass, and that damned sexy voice telling her she couldn’t come.

  “Please. Fuck, Bud. Please! Let me come, I’m begging! You won the bet, just let me come already! Fuck!”

  “You can come when I do.” He’d wiped his hands with a baby wipe earlier and they were clean and dry when his fingers curled around her shoulders for leverage while he pulled out and slammed in. “A few minutes rough and we’ll both get off. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”

  “God yes, fuck me hard. Damn. Shit.”

  And then there was no more talking because it was all she could do to breathe while he fucked her ass hard, fast, and ruthless. When he finally pressed into her bottom, his own back arched as he emptied his balls into the condom deep inside her, and he leaned on her more than he had before as her spasming anal muscles milked him through his orgasm. Nickie told herself he’d put more weight on her because she’d made his knees weak, but she didn’t have enough energy to taunt him over it.

  When both of their orgasms finally faded, Bud stood long enough to give her ass crack a few swipes with a baby wipe, pull the condom off and toss it and the wipe into the trash, and take two steps back with her in his arms before he sat heavily in a metal chair. He held her like a baby and she melted into him, not in the least worried about her jeans down around her knees.

  “Fuck,” he told her. “It’s almost eight. You’re mine for seven days from now, until eight in the evening.”

  “Have to work. Can’t be yours the whole time.” She sounded drugged even to her own ears, and he chuckled and kissed her forehead.

  “No, just when I want to play with you. What are you working on?”

  “Editing the grumpy detective, writing a werewolf romance, marketing a cozy mystery.”

  “We’ll discuss your writing schedule later so I can be sure I don’t fuck with it too badly. Are you going to need a massage after your ride today? How often do you ride?”

  “Ride a bicycle a lot, don’t often ride a motorcycle. I’m fine.” She lifted her head, met his gaze. “Damn, you melted my brain but I think it’s working again.”

  He helped her stand and made sure she had her balance before he let go. They both took a few minutes to pull their pants up and put themselves back together.

  “So, the lesson is to trust you?”

  “Yeah. My way or the highway, but I’m not going to do something you can’t handle. You won’t always like what I do, and I’ll hurt you often, but I won’t injure you.”

  “Okay then. Seven days, and I’ll tell you if it isn’t working for me.”

  “Not everything’s gonna work for you. You’ll tell me if you start to consider avoiding me. I don’t intend for the arrangement to make you happy all the time.”

  He touched under her chin and she lifted her gaze to meet his once again. “Gonna run you by the clubhouse for five or ten minutes, introduce you around as mine. You may see people having sex, getting spanked, giving blowjobs. Those aren’t ol’ladies. I won’t use you in front of anyone like that.”

  He stepped back, looked at his phone, slid it into his pocket. “We’ll let your security have a say in whether I stay with you tonight or you stay with me, but you’ll be at my place at least a few nights of our week.”

  “Wait, the bet includes spending the night together every night?”

  “How the hell else do I have access to you?”

  She hadn’t spent seven nights in a row with anyone in years. She wasn’t used to that kind of sex — not night after night.

  “I’m already so sore.”

  She said it more to herself than to him, but he chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Not even close to how you’ll feel seven days from now.”

  Nickie expected the clubhouse to look a lot like the office, but she was surprised to find hardwood floors, new-ish leather sofas, nice pool tables, and five big screen televisions spread around the room. All were showing a ball game or a hunting program, and all had closed captioning turned on. Only one had the volume up so it could be heard, and it went mute shortly after Bud started talking.

  “This is Nickie.” He dropped her hand and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. “She’s mine. She has her own security team, but she uses Drake so most of you will know at least some of them. Don’t give them a hard time.”

  “Who’s after her?”

  “Human trafficking ring. Long story.” He moved his hand from the back of her neck to around her waist. “She’s an investigative journalist.”

  The entire room went quiet and she sensed hostility, but a big guy from the back of the room said, “Bud wouldn’t have brought her if she was going to report on us.”