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  Alpha Protectors 3

  Alpha Thunder

  Marcy Ferguson needs a new job, one that will help her achieve her goal of building a community for people like her mom who need help, but a gang of mean yahoos isn't helping. Luckily she knocks on the door of the right store and a couple of nice guys rescue her.

  For Doug and Troy, when the dazed, lost-looking young woman comes to the door of their store, Heat Springs Antiques, in the rain, looking for a job, they feel a strong need to help her. The truck full of nasty locals that rumbles by convinces the two successful business owners that their fellow Alpha Protectors are needed as well, and they invite Marcy to stay at their expansive home for her own protection. She accepts, unaware that her heart will now be in danger from their generosity, and she wonders how these two obviously wealthy guys can be interested in her, a young woman who has nothing, not even a place to call home, only a big dream to build homes for those in need.

  Troy and Doug fear she won't want anything to do with them when she finds out about their shameful past, and the reality of what they are now and forever. When Wra, leader of the outlaw shape-shifters goes after Marcy to exact his revenge on Troy and Doug, they must rescue her before it's too late.

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 40,933 words

  ALPHA THUNDER

  Alpha Protectors 3

  Lyzie Carlisle

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  ALPHA THUNDER

  Copyright © 2016 by Lyzie Carlisle

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-68295-053-1

  First E-book Publication: February 2016

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  About the Author

  ALPHA THUNDER

  Alpha Protectors 3

  LYZIE CARLISLE

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  Troy gave the heavy old sofa a push. It hardly moved. “Hey, Doug, could you give me a hand with this?” With rain drenching the windows of their store, it looked almost as dark as night outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance. He glanced at his watch. They had a couple hours before dinner.

  “Sure thing.” Doug strode from the workroom in back. He carried the notice they’d found today in their email about a new shipment of furniture. It would arrive later this week at their Heat Springs Antiques store. He left the paper on a nearby end table and took hold of the opposite end of the sofa.

  With so much rearranging to do in order to fit the new shipment into the showroom, it was a good thing they were closed on Mondays. Even being closed, they hardly had time to move furniture, dust every item and put things back on tables. “I doubt we’ll finish before dinner.”

  “If this rain doesn’t stop, there won’t be time for our usual after-work-swim at the lake,” Doug said. “If it’s cold, there won’t be any babes swimming.”

  Troy agreed. “You’re right, and I sure would enjoy a fun-loving babe tonight.”

  “A few beers would go great,” Doug said.

  The roar of a truck’s engine came down the street. A pickup screeched to a stop in front of the store. Loud cat calls and hoots sounded from several yahoos. Someone banged on the front door.

  Jolted by the frantic sounds of fists pounding the door, Troy turned at the same time as Doug. “What the hell’s going on?” Everyone in town knew their store was closed on Mondays. The dark clouds and heavy rain made it impossible to make out the stranger.

  “Who’s that?” Doug headed for the front entrance.

  Troy followed close behind him and tried to see who the hell pounded their door.

  Doug opened the door.

  Ready to explain to the person they were closed, the words caught in Troy’s throat at the sight of the rain-drenched red-headed young woman staring at them with fright and a dazed look in her huge blue eyes.

  “Please, could I come in? I…” she began, her voice raised to be heard above the noise outside.

  Troy and Doug reached out at the same time and hauled her inside. Soaked, she dripped rain water onto the wood-planked floor. Troy felt her shivers beneath his palm. “You a
ll right?”

  “Yes,” she said, sounding a little breathless.

  “Stay here.” He strode outside with Doug and shut the door behind him with her safely inside the store. In spite of the storm he heard the loud obscenities yelled by the bastards in the truck. Both he and Doug took quick strides toward the drunken idiots. Troy expected the potent danger he and Doug threatened would send the fools on their way.

  The driver floored the gas pedal. The truck sped away, tires screaming on the wet pavement. “Damn drunks.” Troy watched just as Doug did beside him until it left town. “Did you recognize any of them?” Troy asked him.

  “They looked like some of the rogue shape-shifters we’ve run into all our lives,” Doug said, shaking his head.

  “If they know what’s good for them, they’ll quit harassing women to get their kicks,” Troy said. “This looks like a job for us and the Alpha Protectors.”

  “If those guys don’t cut it out right now, they’ll be sorry,” Doug agreed.

  They spun on their heels and re-entered their store with quick strides. The lovely young woman stared at them, surprise and the urge to run evident in her wide blue eyes. She raised her hands and crossed her arms over her ample breasts, but not soon enough to keep Troy from noticing the outline of her firm tits jutting against the inside of her dripping-wet clothing. He glanced down the length of her and took in every sweet curve and valley beneath that clinging fabric. His cock rose hard against his jeans. Damn, she looked good enough to eat.

  “I’m sorry, but I’m getting your floor wet.” She shook her head as she looked down.

  Drops of rain flew from locks of her long red hair and added to the dampness of Troy’s shirt across his chest. His body shook from the sensation of those cool splashes, reacting exactly like the wolf in him.

  “I’m so sorry,” she said, worry evident in her tone as she placed her palm over his dampened shirt. Her warmth heated his chest.

  Troy gathered his addled wits. “No problem.” He felt like he’d been slammed by an invisible bull and couldn’t think. “Let’s get you dry. We’ve got some towels in the back.”

  She jerked her hand away and stepped back.

  “I’ll grab some towels,” Doug offered.

  Troy noticed her glance at the leaflet on the table. It mentioned the store expecting a new shipment of antiques and being closed on Mondays.

  “I’m sorry to impose on you.” She looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. “I’ve been looking for a job and going door to door here in Heat Springs today. The storm caught me by surprise, and those idiots in the pickup started following me. They were too close for comfort just now, and there was no one else out on the street. I saw you moving furniture and didn’t even think to check if you were open for business before I knocked.”

  “No problem.” Troy couldn’t help smiling at her. “We’re happy to help.” The sound of her voice, urgent and yet smooth as honey, flowed through his body like a blaze of hot sex.

  Doug hurried back, his arms filled with a clean stack of the soft towels they kept for their own use at the store. “Here you go.”

  “Thanks, but I should get going.” She shook her head. “Looks like those guys have moved on.”

  “We insist,” Doug urged her. “You can use the bathroom at the end of the hall to dry off.” He nodded in that direction. “No sense getting chilled.”

  Sounded like Doug was interested in her. Troy had no plans to let her leave now either. He wanted to know everything about her. Everything. His cock reacted again with intense need. “I’m Troy Snyder and my business partner here is Doug Hensley.”

  She reached out and shook hands with both of them. “I’m glad to meet you. I’m Marcella Ferguson, Marcy for short.”

  “Great to meet you,” he and Doug answered at the same time.

  “You’d best go ahead and dry off,” Troy urged her, his voice gone dry and rough in his aroused condition. “The rain’ll quit soon. We happen to need someone to help us here at our store. If you’re interested, we’d like to talk to you about taking the position we have open.” Troy glanced at Doug who nodded in agreement.

  They both looked back at the gorgeous female. Troy smiled at her in question, hoping to win her over.

  “Oh. Yes, I’d like to talk to you about your offer.” She glanced nervously toward the end of the hall. “I’ll just hurry and dry off so I’m not dripping rain water on everything.” Her eyes sparkled with what looked like a hint of hope.

  Troy grinned at her. “Take all the time you need.”

  She headed down the hall with energetic steps. Troy looked at Doug to judge his response.

  Doug beamed with interest. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “She’s one hot babe,” Doug said, his voice low. “And there’s something intriguing about her.”

  “I feel it too,” Troy said, his voice soft as he watched the door to their washroom. ”There’s no other way to handle this than to share her if she’s interested.”

  “Definitely. I’d go for a three-some,” Doug agreed.

  Troy met Doug’s gaze. “All we have to do is convince her.”

  Chapter Two

  Marcy stepped inside the well-lit bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. As she thought of the way the lights inside the store had shone on the eyes of Troy and Doug when they had let her in, she shivered. For a moment it seemed as if their eyes reflected the light exactly like the eyes of wolves. That was impossible. She must have imagined it because she’d been frightened by the aggressiveness of those idiots in the truck. Probably the turquoise stones shaped like wolves’ heads in the rings that Troy and Doug wore encouraged those thoughts. In reality Troy’s eyes were sort of a dark green like a clear green lake. Doug’s eyes had the same clear depth but they were blue-green. The color of their eyes was shocking, really. Their dark brown, almost black, hair was thick and cut in the current style of serious businessmen. She hadn’t imagined the hard muscles beneath her saviors’ soaked shirts though. The downpour of rain had drenched both guys even in the short while they stood outside on the walkway. She hoped they missed the widening of her eyes, since she couldn’t control that reaction when she noticed their muscular chests and thighs. The size of those engorged ridges below their jeans’ waistbands made her feel cautious.

  If she was the kind of female who looked for sex with good-looking guys just for fun, their appearance would probably be enough to make her seek release from both of them. Uncomfortable heat wrapped around her and she suffered a needy feeling just remembering that sight. What was she thinking? She wasn’t like that. She had important things to think about, like landing a job that would pay for her final year of college courses and help her support her mother at the same time.

  She stared at herself in the mirror over the sink. In spite of her goals, if she had to choose which of the pair intrigued her more she’d find it impossible. She imagined sitting in the front seat of a pickup between them. Troy would have his arm around her shoulders and Doug would have his hand on her thigh.

  Oh, good grief. Only thinking about Doug’s hand so close to her sensitive places made her flesh swell and ache between her thighs. What was the matter with her? What if sex was exactly what they had in mind when they offered to talk to her about a job? She needed a steady job. It was just that she couldn’t help remembering how sexy they looked all wet and aroused. Being a woman, she’d found the two good-looking guys attractive and her body had reacted. That’s all it was. Except now her breasts were as sensitive as the swollen feeling between her thighs. She didn’t dare brush against them. Her wet clothing clinging to her nipples, thighs, and the flesh that sheltered her most sensitive nerve endings, would reveal to the two hunks how aroused they made her.

  Almost a year had passed since she’d dated and said good-bye to her last male interest. She slipped the strap of her purse off her shoulder and hung it over the hook on the door. She needed a job and those two guys wanted to talk to
her about one for their business. She had to focus on landing the job and not on their sexy bodies, or how she felt aroused by both of them. How could that happen, anyway? She’d never been aroused by two guys at the same time before.

  Focus on the job, Marcy. She must dry off fast and make herself as presentable as she could, in spite of looking as bedraggled as she did at the moment. She dried her face and her dripping wet mop of hair. Satisfied she’d done all she could, she rubbed her arms and legs dry. There was nothing she could do with her damp clothing. After she combed her hair out, she smoothed her skirt and blouse and slipped her purse strap back over her shoulder.

  Here goes. She had to land this job, and then she needed to find a place to live. She didn’t look forward to finding a place to stay for tonight in the dark and the rain.

  Opening the bathroom door, she stepped into the hallway. She inhaled a deep breath and took what she hoped were confident strides back down the hall. Her damp clothing squeaked as it rubbed back and forth. Good grief, how could she land a job in this condition?

  Troy and Doug stood in the large room facing her. Yes, they looked like hungry wolves. What if they did offer her the job? What was she getting herself into?

  Maybe it would be best if she looked for a job elsewhere.

  Doug, who had brought her the towels, came toward her holding in his hand a steaming mug of delicious-smelling coffee.

  “How about some coffee?” he asked her. “It’s decaf in case you’re wondering. We try not to drink the hard stuff after lunch.”