Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse- This Gruff #Shifter Has Finally Found His Mate #RomanceNovel #MM

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Full Moon Rising by #LexieDavis - He Still Feels The Drive To Be With His Former Mate #Erotic #Romance #MM #Shifters

Full Moon Rising (MM)
by Lexie Davis
Shifters of North Point 1
Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 35,284
Alternative (M/M, Gay) Futuristic Paranormal

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Ten years ago, a serum was invented to suppress the supernatural abilities of the wolf shifters of North Point. After being injected with the serum, Alex Black moved to the city and away from North Point’s wolf sanctuary, a place he’d called home all of his life. Alex lived a good life in the city as a detective and kept himself in good favor of the mayor. However, when a case of disappearing people brings him face to face with his former lover, Braden, Alex is forced to confront his past and those in it.

Braden Kohler never forgot what it felt like when his lover, Alex, told him he’d been injected with the serum to make him human. The hurt and betrayal burned deeper than he could have ever imagined. Moreover, the way the humans treated the wolf shifters hurt him more. When the shifters declared war on the humans, Braden accepted a role as a soldier in the rebel army.

Now he doesn't want to admit that he needs Alex's help, but his former lover is the only one who can get them what they want. Once they reunite, sparks fly and the desire to rekindle their romance becomes imminent. Can passion between two shifters override the need for vengeance? Or will these two find themselves in more trouble than they can dream of?


 STORY EXCERPT


“I know nothing in our agreement said you had to talk to me, but you’re obviously upset.”

Alex pulled off his pants and stood nude in front of Braden. His long cock hung between his legs, flaccid and perfect. “The mayor wanted to fuck this afternoon, and I may have done something bad to get out of it.”

“What?” Braden asked.

“There was a girl, a nobody really, who worked with me at the station. She was attracted to me and came in my office, stripped naked, and grinded herself on my dick.” Alex rubbed his forehead. “Hell, I knew it would make the mayor back off, so I kissed her. Let her get lipstick on my collar and her arousal on my crotch.”

Braden leaned against the doorjamb. “What’s so bad about that?”

“I think the mayor had her killed.”

It didn’t surprise Braden in the least, but he saw the confusion and hurt on Alex’s face. He really was shielded from the notoriety of the mayor. Braden pushed away from the doorjamb and walked across the bedroom. He still wore the red shorts Alex had given him and nothing else.

“Go take a shower. You’ll feel better.” Braden collected his clothing and stared at him. “The mayor is a very dangerous person. With the serum, you have little power against him. I hope you see that. I hope you understand that every meeting you have is as dangerous for you as it is for those around you.”

Alex rubbed the tip of his tongue along his teeth. “And that’s what you’re here for? To take him out?”

Braden glanced down at the clothing in his hands. “They have Rhett’s sister in a lab somewhere.”

Alex’s face filled with more concern. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“No.” Braden swallowed. “They took her after they destroyed the serum. The army busts our balls all the time, but they said they do horrible things to her. Worse than any one of us can imagine.” Braden licked his lips. “Erik is part of it too. He has his own reasons. We’ve got more than fifty wolves planning to fight on the full moon. It’s not just me, Alex. We all care about our kind. We care about the future of our kids and getting innocent wolves out of danger.”

Alex shook his head. “You think I don’t?”

“I think you’ve forgotten where you came from. Maybe it’s the serum or maybe it’s whatever you went through. I don’t know. The reality is they need to be taken down. The wolves cannot go on living like this. If we win, great. If we don’t, you can’t say that we didn’t try.”

“They’re my friends too.”

Braden gave him a sad smile. “Were. You don’t know us anymore, and I’m not sure you ever will again.”

He turned to take care of the laundry. The stains were noticeable, and dabbing them with water and a little detergent helped. Braden didn’t know what Alex thought, but he didn’t want him in the middle of it. If anyone went against the mayor, it had to be Braden. He’d never forgive himself if the mayor did something to Alex.

“Hey,” Alex called. Braden turned and glanced over at Alex from the kitchen sink. “You’re wrong. I do fucking know you. I know that when you were a kid you were scared of monsters eating you in the lake. It took me two fucking years to get you to go swimming with me, and even then, I had to float you around on my back because you wouldn’t go out into the water by yourself. I know everything there is to know about you and then some. The first time you kissed me was a dare. The first time we had sex you told me that we could fuck like that forever. As far as I know, I’m the only one who knows what you feel like. Am I wrong?”

Braden stared at him a moment before going back to the laundry. “No, you’re not wrong. I told you that we bonded. I have no desire to be with anyone else. It’s…not possible. You, you’re human now. You don’t have the same reaction I do. It’s different. We’re different.”

“Don’t insinuate that I don’t care about this as much as you.” Alex’s whisper made Braden stop and look over at him. “In this world, you have to learn to play nice with the enemy to get what you want. I’ve gotten good at living in this world.”

Braden set the clothing in the sink. “I’m sorry. We’ve been apart for so long it’s difficult for me to accept that you haven’t move on. That you haven’t forgotten about us.”

“What do you want me to do, Braden?” Alex shook his head. “It’s a two-way street. You texted me, and I came.” He pointed at him. “Don’t think for one second that I’d forgotten anything.”



ADULT EXCERPT


“You don’t get to scare me like that.” Alex propped his hands up on his hips. “I woke up, and I thought something had happened to you.”

It was on the tip of Braden’s tongue to apologize, but instead, he narrowed his eyes at Alex. “Fuck you. You’re the one who got caught. You’re the one who chose to take the serum. Don’t give me some bullshit about scaring you when you did the same fucking thing to me.”

“Oh, I did the same fucking thing?” Alex came toward him. Braden moved slightly, preparing to defend himself as Alex grabbed his legs and pulled him off the sofa. He covered him with his body, pressing him into the hardwood floor as his mouth claimed Braden’s. His knee moved between Braden’s legs as he brushed his hard cock along Braden’s thigh. He’d fought the kiss long enough. He gripped Alex’s head and gave as good as he got.

Alex moaned as Braden bit his lower lip. He’d pulled on a pair of shorts but wore nothing else. Braden slid his hands along Alex’s sides, feeling the hard muscles and how hot he felt in his arms. He wanted him inside now. No playing games. That was for later when they’d had at least an hour or two of hard-core fucking to get the need out of their systems. Braden slipped his hands into Alex’s shorts and cupped his ass, dragging him forward so that Alex’s cock rubbed against his own. Fuck that was hot. Everything about the man was hot.

Alex sat back momentarily to pull Braden’s shirt off while he struggled to push Alex’s shorts down. They were tangled in clothing and limbs, which only spiked the urgency. Braden fought to get his shirt off then focused on pushing Alex’s pants down so he could wrap his fingers around his fat cock. Alex gave a slight grin when he’d succeeded in stroking him and busied himself with tugging Braden’s shorts down.

“You know I’m going to have to leave you to get some lube.” Alex leaned down to nibble along Braden’s neck.

“Go.” Braden let him go. Alex grinned down at him before pushing up from the floor. He kicked off his shorts and turned, giving Braden a nice view of his perfect ass as he walked out of the room. Braden took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up shifting, and that would be a fucking disaster.

Alex returned as quickly as he’d left and set the lube on the coffee table beside them. He tugged Braden’s pants off and tossed them to the side. He spread Braden’s legs wide enough that his hips could fit between them.

“I need this tight little hole, but I’m in no condition to take it slow.” Alex rubbed the puckered hole with the tip of his finger. “I can’t wait to feel your hot ass wrapped around my cock.”

“Don’t.” Braden pulled him down so that Alex’s warmth surrounded him. “I need you to. Hard. And deep. Fuck me.”

Alex kissed him as he reached for the lube. Squirting some on his dick, he fisted himself a few times to smooth it out. Then he pressed the plump head to Braden’s tiny hole. The stretching was intense. His ass burned, and he groaned as Alex pushed deeper, claiming him. It felt too fucking good.

Braden dropped his head back on a gasp, taking every inch of Alex’s cock inside him. As promised, he didn’t take him slowly. He withdrew, barely giving him time to breathe, and shoved back in, going hard and deep just like Braden wanted. Alex propped himself up, each of his hands poised beside Braden’s shoulders as he thrust inside him.

 Every thrust hit his gland, and Braden worked his hole around him, squeezing his cock as Alex pushed in.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” Braden whispered in his ear. He bit his earlobe before he flicked it with the tip of his tongue. “Your big cock is hitting my gland over and over. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

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It's About Time by #AJJarrett #PNR #Shifters #Wolves #Pack

Blurb

Carson Thompson has been infatuated with Ryan Kline-Kemp since he was just a boy. The older he got the more his feelings grew but Ryan never returned them. When Ryan left Silver Creek four years ago, Carson gave up and moved on. He wasn’t going to wait around for something that was never going to happen.

Ryan always knew there was something special about Carson but he didn’t want to be tied down at such a young age. Ryan’s life hasn’t gone as he had hoped but once he sees Carson he knows this man holds his forever in the palm of his hand. He just has to pray Carson can forgive and forget.

Carson wants Ryan and he also wants to make the man suffer but the mating bond is growing stronger every day. Love is in the air but Carson isn’t ready to give in just yet. It’ll take Ryan proving his love before Carson can surrender his heart.


Story Excerpt

“Hey, little guy. Where are your parents?” Carson set his items on the shelf and knelt down in front of the little boy.

“Hi.” The little boy giggled as he took a step closer to Carson and reached out to lay his warm sticky hands on his cheeks. “You smell good.”

Carson opened his mouth to say something when he caught the sweet smell coming off of the little boy. Under the scent of a cherry sucker and grape juice he smelled like, as odd as it sounded, cake. His favorite kind of cake actually, Skyler’s homemade chocolate cake. It wasn’t a strong aroma but enough for Carson to smell. Underneath that he could sense the wild aroma of shifter. This little boy was like him.

“Well, little man, you smell good too.” Carson smiled as he stared at the little boy. “What’s your name?”

“Riley, I swear to god once I find you, I’m putting a leash on you.” The sound of an older man came from an aisle over.

“That’s daddy.” Riley started to giggle.

“You shouldn’t run off from him.” Carson tapped Riley on the nose. “It makes parents worry when they can’t find you.” Carson remembered doing that to his dads all the time when he was younger. It wasn’t that he meant to make them worry, he was just a curious little boy as Skyler liked to tell him.

“But I had to come find you.” Riley’s little blond brows knitted together.

“You had to find me?” Carson gave the little boy a curious look.

“Carson?” A loud booming voice sounded from the end of the aisle.

The strong aroma of his favorite cake slammed Carson in the face long before the recognition of who that voice belonged to. Carson wavered a little on his feet as he looked up. He felt as if someone had slapped him across the face with that strong scent. Carson slowly looked up at the approaching man.

He was tall with a thick muscular body. He had short blond hair and light blue eyes. The lines of the man’s face looked so sharp, Carson thought he might cut himself if he reached out to touch him. The man was magnificent yet eerily familiar.

“Carson, is that you?” The man stopped in front of him and Riley.

“Daddy!” Riley held his arms open for the large man hovering over them.

The man bent down, bringing with him a fresh wave of his alluring scent. This time Carson did lose his balance and had to grab the shelf beside him or fall on his ass.

“Baby boy, you need to stop running off like that.” The man lifted the boy into his arms and kissed him on the cheek. Riley giggled again. “Carson, are you all right?” The man held a hand out for him to take.

“Do I know you?” Carson stared at the hand but didn’t take it.

“Do I really look that much different?” The man laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “I guess four years can change a person.” The man eyed him up and down. “For the better.” His voice dropped a little as he gazed over Carson’s body.

It hit him like a brick to the face. Carson ignored the hand in front of him and climbed to his feet. All his arousal for this man’s smell was now gone, well, partially gone. Knowing exactly who this man was made his stomach sour.

“Long time no see, Ryan.” Carson narrowed his eye at Ryan. How dare he act like everything was normal? As if the last four years hadn’t happened.

“Daddy, I found him.” Riley’s sweet little voice pulled Carson from his thoughts of wanting to strangle Ryan. “Can we keep him?”

Suddenly what the little boy had been calling Ryan sunk in. His heart clenched in his chest and he really thought he was going to throw up in the middle of aisle five.

“He’s your son?” Carson looked at Riley. The resemblance was uncanny.

“Yeah, he is.” Riley kicked his legs and Ryan sat him down. The little boy ran in a circle around them.

Every time Ryan moved, he kicked the air up around him and that smell hit Carson again. His body hummed and his dick twitched in his pants. It was as if he was hit with a strong aphrodisiac. He could practically feel the heat pulsing off of Ryan’s hot and hard body.

What the fuck was going on here?

“Do you feel that?” Carson asked because he needed to know he wasn’t going crazy, that he wasn’t the only one affected by whatever the hell this was. He hadn’t been this attracted to anyone since, well ever.

“Carson, we need to talk.” Ryan took another step closer to him.

“No, stop, please.” Carson put a hand on Ryan’s chest to stop him, and that small touch made him gasp as if his hand had been burned. His body felt all tight and he thought he might shift into his wolf form. The wolf inside wanted out and Carson had a feeling he knew why. “Are we mates?” Carson asked in a low voice, his eyes burrowing into Ryan’s.

Carson’s dads had both told him about what a mate was and what would happen once he found his. The feelings were intense and he wouldn’t be able to think straight. Skyler had said it was like having a fever, but instead of feeling sick he’d be so aroused his head would feel as if it would pop off. That was exactly how he felt right now.

“We really should talk.” Ryan reached out to touch Carson on the shoulder, but he dodged the touch. It would be too much to handle to have Ryan’s hands on his body. “I need to explain a few things to you about”—Ryan looked from him down at Riley then up at Carson again —“all this.”

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 AJ Jarrett

Author Blog- http://ajjarrett29.blogspot.com/ 

Back to the Sky by #KateyHawthorne #ScifiRomance #AirElemental

Blurb  

Rather than spend his first post-college summer on the beach with a hot boy and a margarita, Zane Woodward goes home. While the lectures aimed at getting him to be more respectable like his lawyer father aren’t appreciated, Zane wants to be near his sister and his best friend—both of whom he’s convinced need him.

Enter Geordie Finsen: the Buddhist, blue-haired, stacked house-sitter-next-door. Geordie has a penchant for parties, older women who can pay the bills, and younger men who can wear him out—and he may or may not be able to control the weather.

While Geordie and his philosophies start to disentangle Zane from his own expectations and hang-ups, they bring the two closer and closer, and their chemistry flares into a hot and heavy summer romance. But Geordie has hang-ups of his own, including an aversion to getting too attached to anyone or anything. When things get a little too heavy between him and Zane, his instinct to cut loose and run free is tested, and Zane’s plans for a perfect escape of his own might never get off the ground.

~Back to the Sky is the "air" in the Elementals project.~


Excerpt:

“Girl scouts make great body shots.” Geordie yanked off his shirt, revealing a broad, defined series of muscles and grooves across his bare chest and stomach that made Zane sit up straighter and squeeze his legs together. The hair trailing from the center of Geordie’s chest down, past the sweet indentation of his navel, over the flat hardness of his lower belly, into his shorts, was scruffy and pale.

Zane almost laughed at himself. Of course it fucking was—what, had he expected it to be blue? Jesus. “A’ight. Let’s do it.”

Geordie threw his shirt at the sliding glass door, then pointed to Zane. “‘First you gotta lose the shirt.”

Zane complied. He wasn’t as cut as Geordie—with muscles that were more long, flat planes than defined in deep relief. He took care of himself, though, and it was sure as hell nothing to feel ashamed of.

“Then…” Geordie leaned over to rummage for the chocolate. When he found it, he sat up on his knees. “I’m not really into food play, by the way. I just kind of want to lick you.”

Zane thought, Holy shit, is this really happening? Zane said, “Read my mind, man.”

“Don’t move,” said Geordie. “Stay just like that.”

Zane stilled, hands pressing hard into the clay tiles beneath him. Geordie threw one leg over his lap and sat straddling his thighs, facing him. The smell of clean sweat filled Zane’s head, overpowering the peppermint. When Geordie leaned forward, looming over him, Zane rolled his head to one side, offering up his neck.

Something wet and cold hit his collarbone, and Zane lifted his shoulder to form a deeper cup. It filled with chocolate, cooling his overheated skin; a little line of it dripped down his chest onto his jeans.

He wrestled down a sudden shudder as it tried to race through his body. Goose bumps broke out, and his nipples hardened.

Geordie placed his hands at Zane’s middle, thumbs sinking into his jeans. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and— Jesus Christ, look at him stick that fine ass up in the air like a goddamn cat in heat.

Geordie licked up his pec, cleaning up the little chocolate trail before more could drip off. Raff was right. I so want to smash in that back door. Fffffffuuuuuuuuu—

The thought never completed, as by that time, Geordie was sucking at his collarbone, licking, sucking some more, licking again, cleaning it out. Zane’s nipples perked even tighter; his fingers and toes tingled. His dick grew too heavy to hide, and fast. He curled up his fingers, forming fists to try and keep him from grabbing for the fine-ass man in his lap. His throat clenched as he bit back a little groan, swallowed it whole.

Geordie sat up, snagged a shot glass from the ground next to his knee, dropped the contents into his mouth, and began shaking his head.

Gently this time, but it still meant there was now a vibrating fine-ass man spread out over Zane, the backs of his thighs pressing into the tops of Zane’s, the flat of his belly, the button of his fly, the mouthwatering bulge behind it, all inviting Zane to touch, stroke, play. Zane uncurled his hands and ran his fingertips through the trail of hair between Geordie’s navel and the waist of his shorts. His skin was warm all over, like it held the sunshine.

Geordie swallowed and settled his ass against Zane’s thighs again. He dragged the back of his hand over his mouth and said, “You made it taste better.”

Zane sank two fingers into the front of Geordie’s shorts and pulled, just a little. Not enough to actually bring him forward.

Just enough to let him know he wanted to.

Geordie grinned and edged forward. Zane tilted his face up, and again Geordie went with it, tilting his face and pressing his lips to Zane’s. They were soft, as soft as they looked, sticky and sweet with chocolate and peppermint. Zane licked at the full lower lip, sucked at it, then started a new kiss. Geordie’s lips parted under his, and he scooted his ass up Zane’s thighs until they were that close to optimum dry-hump position. One of Zane’s hands stayed between them, running up and down the flat of Geordie’s belly, tickling; the other slipped around his waist, held him close, ran over the curve of that ass.

Geordie hummed a little, closed off the kiss, and let his forehead rest against Zane’s. Zane’s breath had gone heavy, his chest tight and his heart thumping. A little wind picked up and ruffled his hair, and he vaguely thought it might cloud up again, rain on them. He was fresh outta fucks to give, apparently.

“You want to try?” Geordie asked.

Zane could think of a couple of things he wanted to try right then, yeah.

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Author Bio:

Katey Hawthorne is an avid reader and writer of superpowered romance, even though the only degree she holds is in the history of art. (Or, possibly, because the only degree she holds is in the history of art.) Originally from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, she currently lives in Ohio. In her spare time she enjoys comic books, B-movies, loud music, Epiphones, and Bushmills.

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Katey Hawthorne
Superpowered Love
http://www.kateyhawthorne.com
kate@kateyhawthorne.com

The Bear Essentials by #StormyGlenn. #PNR #Shifters

Blurb

Bear shifter Rob Colton is excited about the future, and after graduating, he is ready to start the next phase of his life. He never expects that life to include a frightened young man that darts out in front of his truck. But one whiff of Casey's sweet smell and Rob knows his future was going to be brighter than ever. He has found his true mate.

Orphaned at an early age, Casey Newton has been bounced from foster home to foster home, never quite finding a place to call his own. When a big burly man decides Casey is his true mate, the cold and lonely world Casey grew up in begins to change. For once in his life, someone wants him.
But wanting someone and keeping them safe are two very different things. When the man that has terrorized Casey for most of his life comes after him again, can Casey trust Rob to protect him or will he be tossed away like he has every other time in his life? And will the bond between mates be strong enough to withstand losing everything they hold dear?

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STORY EXCERPT

Rob grinned when he heard his best friend’s unique ring tone blare on his phone. He tapped his Bluetooth earpiece, connecting him to the call. “Yo, dude, we did it.”

“Right?” Billy Ray Jenson replied.

“I can’t believe it’s finally over.”

“Yeah, man, school sucked.”

Rob couldn’t agree more.

“We still meeting out by the river tonight?” He couldn’t wait to celebrate.

He had wanted to drop out of school when he turned eighteen and go to work fulltime in his father’s construction company. His parent’s made him stay in school, and now he was glad they did, but the last few months had been the hardest.

Unlike the rest of the known universe, shifters had to attend an additional three years of school. Most humans assumed it was some sort of advanced college courses, and maybe that was true to some extent. The courses they took taught them about their bear history. It taught them how to control their beasts when they were faced with violence or situations that forced their bear to the surface.
It taught them how to be better bears.

“You know it.”

“You and Jed grab the beer,” Rob said. “I’ll bring some steaks.”

“Cool.”

Billy Ray was a man of few words, at least few comprehensible words.

“I need to swing by the house and grab few things then I’ll head out to the river.” And he wanted to talk to his parents now that he had finished school. He wanted to go to work for his father fulltime. He had been dreaming of working side by side with his dad since he was seven years old and picked up his first hammer.

“See you out there.” Rob chuckled as he disconnected the call. He was still reeling from the fact that he had finally graduated. It felt like he had been attending school forever and he had finally been set free. His bear wanted to roar.

“Holy fucking shit!” Rob slammed on the breaks, his eyes rounding as his truck slid to a stop mere inches from the small figure racing across the road in front of him.

Wide eyes the color of the warm caramel and edged with kohl peered up at him over the hood of the truck, big fat tears dripping from them down pale white cheeks. Time seemed to stand still as Rob sank into those big liquid eyes, drowning in them.

Then the man blinked, his dark thick eyelashes sweeping over his pale tear stained cheeks as he huddled further into his dark grey hoodie. He turned and started across the road again, the moment broken.

Rob stared after the lone figure, stunned by the overpowering emotions suddenly running rampant through him. He didn’t understand why his stomach clenched at the sight of those tears or why his dick became so hard he could have punched a hole through a steel plate.

But he was going to find out.

Rob growled as he drove his truck to the side of the road and turned the engine off. He jumped out of the truck and raced after the little man, catching sight of him hurrying down a dirt path on the side of the road that led into the woods.

He quickly caught up with his prey, barely panting from exertion. He grabbed the guy’s arm, his eyebrows shooting up when the guy instantly dropped to the ground and curled into himself.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” the man whimpered as he covered his head with his arms.

Rob growled, his gaze snapping back and forth as he scanned his immediate surroundings for signs of danger. Spotting nothing out of place, Rob lifted his nose and drew in a lungful of air. He smelled the forest—trees and dirt and the slightly musty smell of dead leaves.

And apples…cinnamon and apples.

Rob frowned in confusion. If he didn’t know better, he’d think someone was out in the middle of the woods baking an apple pie. God, he loved apple pie. It was without a doubt his favorite desert next to honey.

Nothing tasted better than honey.

Dismissing his wild thoughts, Rob turned his attention back to the man cowering on the ground at his feet. A deep mind numbing rage began to take hold of him when he noticed the bruises showing up through the rips in the man’s hoodie. There was even a trickle of blood at the corner of the man’s mouth, no doubt due from the cut on his fat lip.

Someone had worked this poor guy over, and hard.

Rob squatted down next to the smaller man. Jeez, he had to outweigh him by at least a hundred pounds if not more. The little thing was all skin and bones.

And bruises, there were a shitload of bruises.

“What happened, cub?” Rob spoke in his gentlest voice, which wasn’t easy when his usual tone was deep and rough. It matched his looks. He was big and fierce and made like a brick shit house. And for once in his life, he wished he wasn’t so intimidating.

The poor thing was going to shake apart.

“Sshhh, it’s okay.” Rob tried to sooth the man by rubbing his back. “You’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you.”

When a little of the tension eased in the man’s body, Rob lifted him up into a sitting position, surprised by how easily he could move the guy. He had lifted heavier bags of cement.

Big liquid brown eyes peeked up at Rob through a fall of honey blond hair. Rob reached down and gingerly touched the man’s swollen bottom lip, grimacing at the wince of pain that crossed the guy’s face.

“What happened to you, cub?”

“They took my bike.” The words were whispered in the sweetest voice Rob had ever heard. It wrapped around him like a blanket of tranquility he had never felt in all his years. If he had been a cat he would have purred.

He wasn’t a cat.

“Who took your bike, cub?”

“Casey,” the man said as his eyes flickered up for a moment before darting away. “My name is Casey Newton, not cub.”

Rob chuckled at the small flicker of defiance he could see in those warm caramel brown eyes. He knew who Casey was. While they didn’t run in the same circles, Rob had seen the man around town. He might not have known his name until now, but he knew who Casey was.

“I like cub.”

And he liked this particular cub. The draw to cradle Casey in his arms and hold him close, protecting him from all the evils in the world was riding him hard. Rob had felt the same way each time one of his siblings came into the world, just never to this magnitude.

He’d kill a rock for his mate…

Fuck.

ADULT EXCERPT

Rob fisted a handful of Casey's hair and pulled gently until the man's head was tilted back and then he lowered his head, pressing their mouths together in a gentle kiss.

There was a quality to kissing Casey that was unparalleled to anyone Rob had kissed in the past. Casey didn't just press his lips to someone's and move them around a little bit. He leaned into the kiss and put his entire body into it.

It was a kiss for his tired soul to melt into.

As his tongue explored at its leisure, Rob gently stroked the lissome body pressed against him. Needing just a little bit more, Rob slid his tongue inside the warm heat of Casey’s mouth, tasting him, devouring what the man had to offer.

As he pulled back, he nipped Casey's bottom lip with his teeth.

"I ache, Rob." As if to emphasize his words, Casey rubbed against Rob, leaving no doubt as to what he meant. Casey's cock was like a steel rod in his pants.

Rob swallowed hard as the lust igniting in his gut burned away his ability to breath. He glanced toward the kitchen where he could hear his parents talking in low voices. He knew he would get his head handed to him if he took Casey upstairs and claimed him as he really wanted to do. But that didn't mean he couldn't take the edge off until he could.

He lifted Casey up in his arms and carried him out of the living room and down the hallway to the guest bathroom. He stepped inside and set Casey down on the bathroom counter before turning back and locking the door.

Once he turned back to Casey, he leaned in for another kiss. Their lips met again but this time it wasn't the slow tender and gentle thing it had been before. This time it was out of control, maddeningly frantic, needy. Blood pounded in his brain, leapt from his heart, and made his knees tremble.

Casey’s skin was flushed, his beautiful face transformed by the flush of desire. Rob hadn’t thought Casey could get any better-looking, but staring down at the man, he knew he had been wrong. His mate was breathtaking.

He was one lucky bear.

Rob leaned forward, inhaling Casey’s scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the scent of cinnamon and apples. The sweet fragrance rushed back into Rob in a wave of intoxication. Smelling Casey was hardening his cock. Rob loved the smell of the man, was addicted to his delicious flavor.

There was a pull that was almost maddening in his mind. Rob wanted to sink deep into the man’s soul and never come out. It was a need so strong that Rob let it wash over him and carry him under.
He glanced down at his mate, staring as he snaked his hand into Casey’s jeans and massaged the heated flesh tenting up his pants. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under his fingers with the pre-cum leaking over Rob’s fingers.

Lifting his hand to his mouth, Rob sucked his fingers in, the tangy taste rolling over his taste buds like nectar to a bee. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Casey’s pants, chasing the material down Casey’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.

Casey lay there on the counter, stunningly naked, exposed to Rob’s appreciative eyes. He drank the man in as he pushed Casey’s thighs apart.

He found himself wanting to rub his scent all over Casey again. The urge was strong, compelling him to lean forward until his stomach was touching Casey’s erection. He rubbed his body over Casey’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.

“Rob?” Casey asked.

Rob grinned as he dropped down until his head was even with Casey’s weeping cock. He licked a path down Casey's abdomen to his cock. He nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking his way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Casey’s pre-cum.

Casey groaned out his pleasure as Rob swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Rob laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Casey’s desires.

“Please,” Casey hissed as he gripped the edge of the counter top until his knuckles turned white.

Rob placed Casey's feet on his shoulders and then pushed his knees apart. He wished he had a camera to take a picture of what was most definitely the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His jeans became tight, quickly growing uncomfortable.

Rob splayed his fingers over Casey's nicely rounded ass cheeks and pulled them apart before abandoning the man's cock and lowering his head to lick at his tight puckered hole. The high keening cry that came from his mate made Rob's bear rumble. The desire to take Casey and claim him was riding him hard and it was all Rob could do to keep his bear at bay.

He concentrated on pleasing his mate, which seemed to satisfy his bear. Making sure he left plenty of spittle behind, Rob swallowed the man's cock again. At the same time, he pushed his finger into Casey's ass, curving his finger up to reach that special spot.

Casey bucked, driving his cock deep. Rob sucked harder. He wanted, needed, his lover's seed in his mouth. When Casey cried out and filled Rob's mouth with his release, Rob swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of his lover's cream.

Rob fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, frantic. His balls burned, and at this intensity, Rob knew he wasn’t going to last long. He jumped to his feet and shoved his jeans down his thighs. Grabbing his aching shaft, Rob began pumping his hand at a frantic rate.

"Rob."

Rob's eyes snapped to Casey. He felt his balls draw up tight to his body when the man lifted his hoodie up to his throat, baring his stomach and chest. "Come on me. I want to smell like you."
His mate's simple request was all it took for Rob to find his release. Rob came with an incoherent, hoarse shout. He spurted hot jets of cum all over Casey's naked skin, marking him in a way that every bear would understand.

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The Love of An Incubus and A Phoenix in Heart's Volition by Frey Ortega

Blurb

Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being held captive by not one, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person. Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to the phoenix named Erik Anderson.

Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded, stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world he’s not familiar with.

In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.

Story Excerpt:

Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the good way most incubi would have liked.
It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting to be with him, though.

The moment the mating bond snapped into place between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.

Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.

And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus, he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to devour the man he was bound to.

Not to mention the fact that the man with wild, blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.

Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.

Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything else, really.

Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.

Then there was Kai, who was settled right against Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other things to.

Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.

Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.

But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.

“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You still with us, space cadet?”

“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai grinned.

“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nothing serious.”

“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.

“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”

“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”


Adult Excerpt:

The world around Micah was reduced to the sensations of his lover’s kiss and their embrace. Erik’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Micah’s bottom lip almost harshly, demanding and needy all at once as he kissed his mate. The way Erik’s stomach flexed, rigid and hard against his own softer, smoother frame, as well as the tension of the larger man’s arms as Erik drew himself closer, threatened to engulf Micah in his sultry warmth, like moth to a flame. Erik tasted so sweet—sinful, even—almost like warm, melted chocolate engulfing him with velvety softness. Micah craved more, trying to tangle his tongue against Erik’s, but their kiss ended all too soon.

Their lips finally parted with a soft suckle. Micah looked up to see Erik’s ice-blue eyes dilated, and his lips parted as he panted. The phoenix’s arms tensed, grasping the wall. Micah could even hear his mate’s nails scrape against the wood.

“You taste real good,” Erik murmured, his voice just a bit lower and more guttural than usual. Instead of retching like Micah did whenever somebody used a pet name on him, the term of endearment actually made something in his stomach do some form of a flip.

“No, no I’m not,” Micah said, his cheeks puffing up as he turned his eyes away, trying to sound as menacing as possible while his hands went up into the messy mop of near neck-length blond hair that Erik had. His fingers curled into them, combing through the locks as he peered up into his mate’s eyes, dragging his gaze along Erik’s form. It took him another few moments to speak, looking up to see an amused expression on his mate’s face. “Your hair is, though.”

“Was that a legitimate attempt at flirting?” Erik chuckled. He pressed his kiss-swollen lips right up against Micah’s once more, lightly pecking the incubus’s lips. “That was awful.” He took that moment, though, to grasp his smaller lover’s body up from the wall and hoist over to the bed, dropping the man unceremoniously onto the mattress, and making Micah bounce slightly from the force.

“No it wasn’t. I wasn’t flirting. Sh–shut up!” Micah stammered and turned to look away, his face turning bright, bright red and heat prickling at his face. He collected himself as he tried to pull away from the phoenix, curling up into a little ball near the headboard.

“Micah, look at me, pretty,” Erik drawled in a whisper.

“N–no.” There was a petulance in his voice, even as Micah stammered. “You’re making fun of me. Also, I hate that name. Can’t you just call me Micah?”

Erik’s voice was filled with mirth. “No, I wasn’t. You’re cute and I like it, so stop hiding yourself away, all right? Come on, Micah. Look at me.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Erik stopped saying the word pretty and actually called Micah by his real name, he wouldn’t have looked.

Micah turned his gaze slowly to see Erik’s hands grasping the edges of his shirt. Almost in time with the sweep of Micah’s eyes upward, Erik undressed right before him, revealing his broad, muscled frame. Micah’s eyes were drawn to the perfect hills of his lover’s abdomen, to the small treasure trail of dark blond hair that surrounded his lover’s peach-colored nipples down into his pants. The incubus’ breath hitched. His fingers clenched around the covers of the bed. In that moment, there was only Erik, and suddenly Micah felt so warm in the clothes he wore that he began to perspire just a bit.

Erik, of course, didn’t look so fazed, though he did permeate arousal in every movement of his body. In fact, he’d started to remove his pants, too, revealing a cock that was already pointed up, smacking against his belly right below his belly button. He grinned and his head lifted, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. Like a panther, he stalked forward, crawling up the bed until he loomed right over Micah in all his naked glory.

Micah couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted so badly to resist, but his impulse control was shot to hell. Erik was fulfilling his mate’s needs and desires at that moment, the cloud of passion and energy permeating them both fueling Micah. It wasn’t just his lust, either. Micah could feel his strength coming back to him, flowing back into him. The small incubus didn’t know that it could feel like this.

From the many stories Micah had heard about incubi who’d bonded who didn’t at least have sex once a week with their partners, it was a wonder he was still alive.

True, he’d already been weak and starving for some time, but he was able to get by just from feeding off of the happiness of the people around him, and it wasn’t such a big problem without being bonded. An unbound cubi could simply feast on whoever they desired, eating up the pleasure—which was also why they were so sexual—of almost everyone around them and ensuring their survival. But now, it was different. With Erik and their bond in the picture, his body now craved and yearned for nourishment from the phoenix. After all, Micah’s life now depended on a single person.

Deep in his reverie, he hadn’t even realized that Erik had removed his pants, though his shirt remained on his body. It was only when he was being flipped over, his face resting against the mattress and his legs in the air, held in place by Erik’s strong arms, that Micah was able to realize what was happening. Erik’s face pressed in between his cheeks, making Micah’s eyes widen in surprise. “E–Erik, what are you doing—ah!”

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Author Bio

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

Visit his website at: http://freyortega.wordpress.com/

Email him at: freyortegawrites@gmail.com

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Accidental Alpha by Poppy Dennison

Because accidents happen but fate marks its own territory.

Blurb

A quiet life. A break from the dangers of being a cop. Yep, Lex Tompkins has his future all worked out. That is, until fate—or rather the stray toddler from the house across the street—bites those plans in the ass. Well, technically Lex’s neck. Suddenly, he’s transformed into the Alpha of the secret werewolf clan hiding in the perfect, out of the way neighborhood of Lex’s dreams.

Now Lex is the unlikely leader of a dysfunctional pack… except for Spencer Robinson, the one shifter Lex can’t seem to keep his paws off. Will Spencer be able to teach Lex how to embrace who he has truly become?


Excerpt:

Lex stared at the parking lot across the street. Well, technically, he looked down the hill in front of his house at his neighbor's yard, but with the half dozen cars parked in the grass and the three he could see in the driveway, it might as well be an asphalt slab. Damn neighbors. He'd bought this place because he wanted to be alone. One neighbor, the real estate agent had assured him. He's very quiet, she'd promised. Bullshit. Spencer Robinson must have a horde of family.

Lex had only met the man once, when they'd both been stopped at the end of their driveways picking up mail. He'd noticed Spencer looking him up and down and then the blush that had appeared on his cheeks. Spencer had even stumbled over his own name when he'd tried to introduce himself. Lex had pretended not to notice. Spencer was a good-looking guy but not Lex's type at all. He preferred his men to be big, beefy bears like himself. Nothing about Spencer was bear-like at all. The guy was lean to the point of being too skinny, and his baggy clothes didn't appear to be hiding any muscles at all. Besides, shy and blushing didn't exactly get Lex's engine running.

After opening the back of his Suburban, Lex gathered his bags of groceries with a scowl. Spencer was probably having another one of his stupid parties, and Lex wouldn't have any peace and quiet. Again. His side spasmed when he lifted more bags than he should have.

"Fuck," he muttered and released some of the weight. The scar tissue on his side had been giving him hell lately. Nothing like being stabbed between the ribs and having a collapsed lung to make a man learn to value his own life.

He waited for the twinges of pain to pass, and then lifted a couple of the bags. A year ago, he'd have been able to wrangle all the groceries in one trip. With one hand. Those days were far behind him. The doctors promised him he'd regain his strength but warned him that it could take years.

Years meant retirement and disability. Cops couldn't perform their duties with half a body not working correctly. He could have ridden a desk job for a few years, but apparently, the shrinks didn't think he was even up for that much of a challenge. They'd put him out to pasture, and he'd taken them literally. Seven acres of land out in the country made a mighty nice pasture for a guy who was sick and tired of people.
Except for the damn loud neighbor.

Lex made two trips into the house with his groceries and got them all put away. Weekly task complete, Lex thought over the self-imposed list of chores he'd made to keep himself busy.

"Fuck it. I'm taking the day off."

He pulled the steak out that he'd tossed into the freezer moments before and set it on the counter. Steak, baked potato, and a nice cold beer. Sounded like the perfect afternoon. He'd find a game on television and ignore everything. Satisfied with his plan, Lex went out onto his deck to start the grill and came knee to face with a kid.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The little guy looked up at him with a grin. Lex grimaced in return.

The tyke wasn't much more than a baby, maybe a couple of years old. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and a suspicious grape jelly looking smear across his cheek. Lex cocked his ear to see if he heard any shouting coming from across the street that might indicate they already knew the little guy was missing. Apparently not.

"You're going to make me go over there, aren't you?"

The kid babbled something that Lex couldn't understand. He held his hands up to Lex, and with another grumble of discontent, Lex lifted the kid into his arms.

"Perfect."

With a sweet pat to Lex's cheek, the little boy lowered his head to Lex's shoulder. "Don't be cute, 'cause I don't like kids and I'm not going to like you."

Another babble and the kid snuggled his face into Lex's neck.

"Seriously. This is my life." He carried the kid around the side of the house and headed the couple hundred yards to Spencer's. 

The good thing about having one neighbor was that there was only one likely place where the kid could have come from.

They reached the bottom of the hill, and the kid raised his face and showed off a toothy grin. Lex rolled his eyes and kept walking. The next thing he knew, the kid had buried his face back against Lex's neck. Then the brat bit the ever-living hell out of him.

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His Not So Straight Mate; An Erotic, M/M, Contemporary, Paranormal, Werewolf, Romance by A.J. Jarrett

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Blurb:

Nothing in Peyton Abbot’s life has ever come easy. He’s finally found the brother he’s spent the last five years searching for only to discover he has no memory of Peyton and now lies unconscious in a coma. Peyton starts to contemplate what he’s done with his life and that only becomes more complicated when he meets Levi Taft.

Becoming a wolf shifter's mate was never something Levi thought a possibility for himself, mainly because he’s straight and the wolf wanting him is a man. Levi wasn’t expecting this, but he’s drawn to Peyton and willing to change his whole life around to explore what’s growing between them.

When called out on a mission to rescue a fellow shifter, Peyton is forced to leave his brother behind, but he won’t be going alone. Now it’s time for Peyton to think about more than himself and put his mate first, otherwise this will be one short courtship.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpt

Levi tugged at his shirt as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He sighed, then pulled it over his head and tossed it to his bed.

“Since when do I care about what I wear and how I look?” Levi grumbled as he thumbed through his closet. “I’m starting to feel like a chick.”

Finally Levi settled on a light blue button-down shirt. He rolled the cuffs up his forearms. The color of the shirt made the blue of his eyes shine brighter. Levi considered his eyes one of his best features, or so he’d been told by several women in the past.

“Women,” Levi whispered softly. He sat down on his bed, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

All his life Levi loved being with women. The softness of their skin, the plumpness of their breasts against his hard chest, and the sweet florally smell that most women seemed to have, he loved it, or so he thought he did. But since his one lapse in judgment, or was it control? Levi wasn’t quite sure, but all he could think about was rough, firm hands holding his head for an aggressive and dominant kiss and a hard body pressed tightly to his.

For so long Levi knew who he was and what he wanted but now he felt a little off balance. It was as if seeing a sunrise for the first time. It was magical and beautiful but almost too perfect to be real. That was how he felt about the kiss he shared with Peyton.

“I can’t believe I kissed a fucking dude!” Levi fell back on his bed and threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes.

One simple, yet perfect kiss had been the center of Levi’s world for the past week. He wasn’t an emotional or sentimental man either. But he couldn’t deny he wanted that kiss, hungered for it. Then once he got it he back peddled so fast he punched Peyton in the face. Not a very good first impression to leave a guy with but he didn’t know what else to do. He loved everything about women so the attraction he felt toward Peyton must just be a fluke. People couldn’t just turn gay in an instant, could they?

That one question had consumed Levi for the past seven days. In all his life he’d never for once questioned his sexuality but now? All he could think about were deep green eyes filled with lust, long wavy blond hair, and tan flesh covering a rock hard body. Peyton. He was like a drug that Levi couldn’t shake himself free from.

Even now he could close his eyes and still feel Peyton’s fingertips on his cheeks. The press of his thin silky lips against his as Peyton stole the very breath from Levi’s lungs. God, nothing had ever felt so good or right. And that was the problem. How could one simple kiss create this much havoc in his fucking life?

But to be fair it wasn’t the kiss that had caused the doubt to start wheedling away at his confidence, it was the first time he’d met Peyton. The moment he laid eyes on Peyton he felt drawn to him like by an invisible string and that’s what kept him going back over to Roderick’s house. Not to see how Dominic was doing. He did care that Dominic made a full recovery, but mostly he just wanted to be near Peyton. Something about Peyton calmed Levi on the inside. Silenced the voices raging a war inside his head trying to convince him he was something he wasn’t, but from that one kiss he was starting to realize the voices were right. He wanted Peyton with a fierce need he’d never had toward a single living person before. It was insane. What was it about Peyton that had his whole life spinning out of control?

Being the thorough kind of guy that Levi was, he started to take notice of the guys around him. In his classes he’d see a guy who he thought others would find attractive but nothing. Not one stirring below the belt. He continued his little experiment by taking long looks at other guys even in the shower at the gym, but not one tiny twitch of his cock. It was a relief but then again just thinking about Peyton’s cock-sure smile made him rock hard in two seconds.

“Fuck it.” Levi stood up and grabbed his wallet and keys from his dresser. He headed out of his room and down the stairs. His goal was to hit Club Sin, get drunk, and find the first willing female body to take to bed. To him it sounded like a solid plan or at least a good distraction from Peyton Abbot.

“Where are you off to?” Levi turned to see Kyle curled up on the couch reading a book. “Big date tonight?” Kyle asked as his eyes roamed up and down Levi’s body.

Levi liked Kyle. He’d really become a good friend and someone Levi would do anything for, and he was also his best friend Oliver’s boyfriend. Besides being sweet as can be, he was also a little cutie, but still no feelings other than friendship crossed his mind when he thought of Kyle.

“Not yet but it’s only a matter of time, baby.” Levi grinned then spun in a circle. “I mean seriously, look at me. I won’t be able to keep the ladies back with a ten foot pole.”

“Conceited much?” Kyle chuckled. “But yes, you look good enough to eat and I’m sure the female population of Silver Creek will be fighting each other to just get next to you.”

“That’s the idea.” Levi had to force a smile to continue the little charade that he was actually looking forward to going out tonight. It was more about proving a point to himself than anything else.


ADULT EXCERPT

“Le…Levi.” Peyton’s arms gave out and he fell back on the bed, spreading his legs wider.

Levi sat up,, grabbed the sides of Peyton’s jeans, and yanked them down his legs. With the body he so badly desired on full display, Levi could think of nothing else then getting naked and getting inside his lover.

“Is everything okay?” Peyton asked, sitting up.

“Yes.” Levi pulled up his shirt and threw it to the floor. “Take your shirt off. Now.” He barked out the order.

Peyton stared up at him and Levi could feel the roaming of his eyes as if it were an actual touch of his fingertips. With fast hands he pushed down his jeans, taking his boxers as they went, then kicked them aside.

With them both completely naked, nerves quaked over Levi’s frazzled brain. In his dream he fucked Peyton and Peyton seemed to like it, but that had been a dream. Levi was still new to all this and wasn’t sure he was ready to take that step of letting Peyton fuck him. Maybe someday but he just wasn’t there yet.

Levi blinked his eyes and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He started to think they were moving too fast.

“Levi?” Peyton sat up and reached for Levi’s hand. Levi latched onto Peyton like a life line and let his lover pull him to sit on the bed. Peyton’s strong hands ran up and down his back in a soothing manner. “What’s the matter? Two seconds ago we were both on the same page and now you’ve gone as white as a ghost. Are you having a panic attack?”

“No, it’s just…” Levi took a deep breath, trying his best to come up with the right words. “How do you like to do it?”

“Do it?” Peyton chuckled. “Do you mean how do I like to get fucked?” Levi’s cheeks heated and he nodded his head. “Levi, baby.” Peyton reached up and turned Levi’s face toward his. “I like doing it both ways, but I preferred to be on the receiving end.” Peyton’s voice grew serious and he leaned in closer to Levi. “It’s all about baby steps. One day you will want me to fuck you and I’d be happy to oblige you, but for now let’s take this one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Levi wrapped his fingers around Peyton’s wrist and rested his forehead against his.

Peyton lifted his chin and brushed his lips over Levi’s and the tenseness that had surrounded them was gone. They fell to their sides and Peyton lifted his leg to wrap around Levi’s hip. Their cocks rubbed alongside one another and Levi kissed him harder. They stayed twined together, sweaty body to sweaty body, with their juices smearing between their hard dicks.

“You ready?” Peyton pulled away to ask. His sweet breath fanned across Levi’s face. 

“Only if you are.” Levi opened his eyes and reached for Peyton again, but he rolled to the side.

“On no.” Peyton shook a finger at him. “If we start kissing again I’m going to come and I was kind of hoping to wait and do that until I’m inside you.” Peyton reached into his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube and held it up. “How much instruction do you need on how to do this?” He waved the tube from side to side.

Levi snatched it from Peyton’s hand then reached for his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed. “Just because I’ve never made it with a guy before doesn’t mean I’ve never had anal sex before.” Levi sat back on his heels and rubbed his left hand up Peyton’s inner thigh.

“Okay, new rule.” Peyton sat up halfway, causing his abdominal muscles to clench tight and Levi couldn’t help but run his finger down the center. Peyton whimpered, then knocked Levi’s hand out of the way. “No talking about ex-lovers while we are together and especially when we are about to have sex. Deal?”

“Deal.” Levi pushed up on the back of Peyton’s thighs and Peyton wrapped his arms behind his legs. Levi scooted forward until his knees were placed under Peyton’s ass.

This angle gave him the perfect view of Peyton’s pink hole. A light dusting of hair clung to his crease and Levi trailed a finger down the center. He tapped the tip of his finger at the tight-ribbed muscle and Peyton let out a loud groan.

“You like that?” Levi kissed along Peyton’s ankle as he used his finger to tease his fluttering hole.

“Yes,” Peyton hissed.

Levi’s dick wept from the sight Peyton made. He lay naked and wanton on his back for him and Levi couldn’t wait to get inside him. Levi popped the top of the lube and let it drizzle down his crack. The wetness ran down his finger and very slowly he pushed in one finger. Peyton’s head fell back, arching his neck in the air. Levi turned his wrist, caressing Peyton’s inner walls. Levi hadn’t had much anal sex, but enough to know he had to get Peyton ready for his cock.

One finger became two, then three. Peyton thrashed around on the bed begging for more. It took all the control Levi had not to thrust his cock deep into his tight heat.

“You ready for me?” Levi eased his fingers free from Peyton’s wet hole. He grabbed the lube and began to coat his cock in the slickness.

“I’ve been ready, you tease.” Peyton let go of his legs and his hands fell to lie at the sides of his head. He was covered in sweat and his hair lay in a mess around his head.

“Testy, aren’t we?” Levi grabbed the base of his cock and guided it forward, brushing the blunt tip over the stretched hole.


“No, horny.” Peyton reached up, wrapped his arms around Levi’s waist, and pulled him forward, causing Levi’s cock to breach his hole. “Fuck, yeah!” Peyton grounded out between clenched teeth.

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