Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

"Instead, it will be randomly determined by drew." The complaints grew louder at this, but she simply reached into a woven basket and retrieved a stack of folded papers. "Inside this basket are numbered slips. You'll each draw one, and whoever has the same number will be your partner." One by one, we filed up to the front, each selecting a paper from the basket. My fingers closed around a blue slip and I made my way back to my seat, hands trembling slightly as I unfolded it. The number 22 was printed in bold across the center. I glanced around, wondering who else would have the matching number.

But then, it took him less than two seconds to answer his lover's question. "That guy is a cheater—a playboy to be exact—and he can never be the best fit for Kate," Michael paused, then continued on to say. "And also, even if they were mates. It does not mean that they are for each other if they don't love each other," Michael finished saying. Gabrielle nodded his head as if what his lover said made sense. "Yeah, it was unlike us. We are mates; we loved each other, so we are really mated," Gabrielle boasted with a smile.

Allison grinned. "They are hot." Raeanne agreed. "Now it says I have to wait to see if there's a match." Allison replied. PARANORMAL DATE PLAY AT YOUR OWN RISK! "Umm, play at your own risk?" Raeanne questioned "Just part of the game." Allison replied. "Oh yay! It says I am a beta. And I will get to choose from the beta males. Wow, look at these hotties!" Allison squealed. "Oh wow! Are they real men?" Raeanne asked.

Real live cowgirls need not apply for a spot in Trevor’s stable. Those loose women—young and old—knew the score. One night as a no-holds-barred sexual plaything, not only for Trevor, but for whichever cowboy buddy Trevor invited along. Usually Colby volunteered as the third player. Occasionally Edgard bucked up for the fun and games. Adventurous women took on all three men at once. Their reputations as bad boys of the circuit were well earned. Partners and the positions might’ve changed, but the rules never did: get off, get out, and get moving to the next town.

She says, and I take a deep breath as Marta looks at me. “Players auction?” She asks and Tatum smiles. “One of my best ideas, we are auctioning two hours of their time. Whoever bids more for the player will choose an activity from the agreed list to do with them for two hours,” I say, and she smiles. “That sounds fun,” Marta says, and I shake my head. “It sounds like my worst nightmare,” I let out under my breath as both of them looked at me with the same annoyed expression on their faces.

"But hold on a moment, I need to use the restroom." I stood up from my seat and walked out of the room and into the bathroom, leaving Zayn to ponder over my words. When I returned, I sat back down across from him and began to unveil my plan. "Well, I've been thinking about it for a while now," I said. "And I think the best way to pick a fake mate is to find someone willing to play along with the charade. Someone who needs something from me, or my father. And in return, I get what I want."

The MC interrupted our conversation when he suddenly announced that the game would begin now. That stopped me from asking more questions about who the girl really is and if she is actually someone special to Liam. "We are starting with the game of recognizing scent, and you only have two minutes to randomly pick a partner, and it must be someone from your team." Mr Vaughn said, and everyone began to pick their partner. I tried to look for my two friends, but they already picked each other, leaving me all alone. "Would you like me to choose you?" I looked behind and saw Theodore.

Knox turned to me “Yeah. I have a chosen mate” I murmured not giving away much. “That was fast man. Is she sexy that tamed our playboy” Knox teased me. They were with me so being a playboy was not hidden from them. “She is ugly. She cannot even make me hard for your information” Not revealing her identity is good for now. I don’t want unnecessary attention on my mate. I know how much of a playboy these two are. They would not back down to pursue her right in front of me. We always joked about going after each other’s mates.

“If she is truly your fated mate, claiming her publicly—officially—will solidify everything. Your rule. Her protection. Even Cedric will be forced to back down.” Another elder, old Bram, coughed into his hand. “And if she isn’t your mate? You must choose another. For Nightshade’s sake.” My stomach turned. The thought of touching someone else—calling someone else Luna—was like chewing glass. I looked up slowly, eyes locking with Marcellus. “You’re telling me to pick a mate,” I said. “Publicly. On a stage. Like some fucking livestock auction. And you think that’ll keep the peace?”