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|My Guardian Angelo
Going undercover to find the commander of his marine unit was supposed to be the easy part. When his cover is blown, Lieutenant Bill Harrison doesn’t know whether to hold on for the dangerous ride or jump. With a drug lord determined to take them out, Bill has to rely on his skills and the sexy guardian angel sent to save him to stay alive.
Created: January 4, 2013 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
DEA Agent Angelo Martinez is pissed when he’s pulled off his current assignment to go rescue some marine in trouble. Rescuing Bill turns out to be tougher than any undercover mission Angelo ever went on. Besides the fact that Bill is gorgeous, the man makes Angel reconsider his lonely lifestyle. And that makes Bill just as dangerous as the drug lord hunting them.
When rescue comes for both of them, Angelo knows he has to find the strength to give up the only man that ever made him think about giving up his undercover work. And Bill has to find the strength to let Angelo go, hoping that his guardian angel will find his way home.
“Hi, gorgeous, sorry I’m late. My car had a flat.”
Lieutenant William Patrick Harrison almost forgot where he was as he stared at the sexy man that suddenly straddled his lap and leaned in brush their lips together. If it wasn’t for the snicker he heard from one of the men sitting across the table from him, he would have dumped the cute little guy right on his ass and demanded to know what in the hell was going on.
He had never seen him before in his life.
“No problem,” Bill replied instead, fully aware of the fact that his life would come to a very quick end if the men he sat with ever learned who he really was or why he was really there. They were not the forgiving sort. They’d gut him just to watch him bleed out on the floor.
The stunning man in his lap grinned widely, showing off a brilliant set of straight, white teeth, and then leaned in to plant a another kiss on Bill’s lips. Bill was stunned. He didn’t even kiss the man back because he was trying to figure out who in the he was.
The cute little guy with short, brownish-black hair moved his lips up Bill’s jaw, nibbling along the way before licking at his earlobe. “Angelo Martinez. DEA,” the man murmured in a sub-vocal tone, his warm breath tickling Bill’s ear. “Your cover is blown. I’m here to get you out.”
Bill stiffened, tightening his hands on the man’s hips. He tried to think of some way to converse with the man without being caught anymore than he already was. Unfortunately, he could only think of one thing that would get him a few minutes alone with him.
“It’s been a few days since I’ve seen my angel.” Bill winked knowingly at the men at the table. Hoping that they would think he was going off to the bathroom to get laid or at least fabulous sucked off. It was the only excuse he could think of to get away from these men without actually getting up and hauling ass. “We’ll be right back.”
He didn’t even take the time to let Angelo down on his feet. Bill merely lifted the man up in his arms and started walking him through the club to the bathroom in the back. He knew Angelo was going along with his plan when he felt the man’s legs wrap around his waist and a loud, delighted giggle filled the air as they walked away.
The second he reached the bathroom and the door closed behind them, Bill lowered the Angelo onto his feet then looked into each of the stalls to ensure that they were alone. Once he was sure, Bill crossed his arms over his chest and turned to look at the Drug Enforcement Administration agent sent to rescue him.
If he could have hand chosen a man to gain his attention, the gorgeous little guy standing in front of him would have been at the top of his list. Angelo Martinez was stunning, from the top of his wavy brownish-black hair to the bottom of his little feet.
His body was a little more on the thin side than Bill would have liked but it seemed to be all slick muscles and darkly tanned skin. There was an exotic tilt to Angelo’s dark brown eyes that hinted to ancestry other than Central American—maybe Egyptian?
Angelo stepped up and ran a hand down Bill’s chest then subtly nodded his head toward the corner of the room near the ceiling. “Oh, baby, don’t be like that. I got here as soon as I could.”
Bill’s eyes narrowed. He glanced to the corner of the ceiling where Angelo had gestured and saw a small black circle in the white plaster. Bill knew what it was without even getting a closer look.
They were being monitored. Bill didn’t know if it was just video or if there was audio as well, but he was taking no chances. He plastered a smile on his face and curved his hand around the side of Angelo’s face.
“You know I don’t like it when you’re late and don’t call me,” Bill commented, choosing his words carefully. “It’s a big bad world out there, Angel. I worry about you.”
Angelo’s lips came out in a pretty damn good imitation of a pout. “I know, baby.” The agent started plucking at the collar of Bill’s shirt. “But I can make it up to you.”
Bill felt his eyes widen when Angelo pushed him back toward one of the stalls but that was nothing compared to how big they got when the man dropped to his knees and reached for the buttons on Bill’s jeans.
Was he insane?
Was he insane?
Bill dipped his head down and purposely glared at the man, silently asking what he had just thought. When Angelo just grinned and shoved his hands aside, Bill knew he was right in his assessment. He didn’t know this man. There was no way he was letting Angelo anywhere near his dick, DEA agent or not.
Angelo rolled his eyes and continued trying to get Bill’s pants undone. Bill tried to fight him, keeping his hands tucked carefully around his cock. He didn’t care how hard this little wrestling match was making him.
Bill froze when he heard the bathroom door open. It gave Angelo the chance to get his pants open and pull out his dick. Bill stiffened and glanced down, opening his mouth to snap at Angelo when two things happened at once.
A head appeared over the top of the bathroom stall and Angelo engulfed Bill’s straining erection down to the root. All Bill could do was groan as his cock was suddenly surrounded by soft, smooth wetness. Then Angelo swallowed around him, causing Bill to groan even louder.
The man hanging over the bathroom stall chuckled. “He looks like he has lips that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, Billy.”
Bill recognized the voyeuristic male as one of the assholes from his table. That wasn’t good. It meant he couldn’t get out of having his dick sucked until the man left, and with the way that Angelo was moving his mouth, Bill didn’t think he would last that long.
Angelo’s mouth was like magic. The wet slurping sounds of Angelo’s lips sliding up and down his erection, sucking hard, made Bill’s cock hard as steel. He pumped his hips toward Angelo’s swollen lips, unable to help himself.
From the little glint of anger he could see in Angelo’s eyes, Bill was going to get punched in the face the second they were alone. The little man was a fucking wet dream come true as far as sucking cock.
It just might be worth the abuse.
Angelo was lapping at Bill’s cock as though it was an especially tasty treat. He swirled his tongue around the entire shaft before pressing the tip into the slit of the flared head. Bill groaned and pushed his cock to the back of Angelo’s throat, waiting for the man’s reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating and pushing into his hot mouth again.
Who the hell knew a random blow job by an undercover agent could set his damn blood to racing? Bill had to curb the urge to grab Angelo’s head and fuck the man’s mouth to completion.
He was pretty sure the agent would do more than punch him if Bill tried.
Angelo knelt in front of Bill, gripping his hips like an anchor. His eyes were lit up, going from angry to sensuous one second to the next. They smoldered with lust, which surprised the shit out of Bill considering the situation.
Still, the sight of Angelo’s desire as he sucked Bill’s cock—as much as the sensations he was feeling—was enough to push Bill over the edge. Arching his back, Bill gritted his teeth as waves of ecstasy throbbed through him. He gripped a handful of Angelo’s hair and came, filling the guy’s mouth with his release.
“Fuck, man,” Lou said from over the stall. “Can I give him a try? I’d like to fuck his sweet little ass.”
Before his cock could even finish pulsing, Bill reached over and grabbed Lou around the throat, tightening his fingers until the man’s face began to turn red. “Angel is mine,” he bellowed with outrage. “If anyone touches him, they will have to deal with me. Is that understood?”
Lou’s head bobbed as he tried to loosen Bill’s hand. Bill snarled at the man and pushed him away, turning his gaze back down to the man that knelt at his feet. He hoped Lou got the idea and left. He had some serious apologizing to do.
Bill stroked his finger over Angelo’s lips. The man had been handsome before but knowing that Angelo’s lips were swollen because he had just sucked him off made Angelo downright stunning in Bill’s eyes.
“That was nice, baby.” Bill felt the corner of his mouth curve up when Angelo glared at him. He just might like this DEA agent after all. He had spirit. “Thank you.”
Tattooed & Taken
Deputy Robby Harrison wanted Wren from the moment they met but no matter how hard he tries, Wren seems to only want to be friends. When Robby gets fired from his job by his brother, he suddenly realizes he’s chasing after a loss cause. In a fit of anger and depression, Robby ties one on at the local bar, only to wake the next morning in bed with a naked woman. Totally freaked out, Robby runs only to end up in the arms of the very man he was trying to forget.
Created: January 4, 2013 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Warned away from Robby six months ago, Wren tried to let things take their natural course. When Robby arrives home after being missing for hours, Wren loses the tight grip he had on his control. What follows is a wild ride that neither of them have any desire to stop.
When the dust settles, Wren is overjoyed that Robby is finally his. But someone else thinks that Robby belongs to them and they will do anything, including threaten Robby’s family, to keep Wren and Robby apart. The marine motto is ‘When everyone runs from danger, marines run towards it’ and Wren has every intention of facing the danger head on. He just has to keep Robby alive long enough to discover who is after him and why.
“You want what?”
“You heard me, Robby,” John Henry replied, his face clouded as if he was hiding something. “Turn in your badge and your gun.”
“But why?” Robert Peter Harrison asked as he stood there in utter shock, not sure if he should reach for his badge or punch his brother in the mouth. His stomach twisted with anxiety and disbelief at what he was hearing. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
He was a good deputy and he knew it. He did his job to the best of his ability but with care and consideration for the people he dealt with. There were no reasons he could think of that John Henry would be demanding his resignation. He hadn’t broken any laws, been late for work, or anything else that would result in John Henry standing here demanding he give up his badge and gun.
“It’s better this way, Robby.” John Henry seemed pensive and almost hesitant as he folded his hands together and rested them on his desk. “You’re not happy here. You’ll never be happy here. It’s time for you to move on.”
What in the hell was John Henry talking about? Robby loved his job. He loved being a deputy, working alongside of his brother, and protecting the people in their county. He actually couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather do.
“I don’t want to move on, John Henry. I like it here.”
Robby knew he wasn’t going to get John Henry to see reason when he saw the man’s jaw tighten and his lips spread into a thin line. John Henry Harrison was a stubborn ass bastard when he wanted to be. It could be a redeeming quality at times.
This wasn’t one of those times.
“Robby, I’m the sheriff here, and your older brother, and—”
Robby barely contained the angry words gagging him when John Henry started talking. It was the same speech he had heard more times than he could count. And he knew, no matter what he said, John Henry’s mind was made up.
Robby had just been fired.
Robby clenched his jaw as he pulled the badge off of his uniform shirt and set it down on the desk. Next was his gun. He carefully unloaded it then set both the gun and the magazine down next to his badge before turning and walking toward the door off John Henry’s office.
Robby paused at the door with one hand on the door handle, then glanced over his shoulder at his brother, a man he had respected almost more than anyone—until today.
“You know, John Henry, one of these days, you’re going to interfere in my life one too many times and you’re not going to be able to fix what you’ve done.” Robby glowered at John Henry then turned away.
He yanked the door open and stormed out, slamming the door loudly behind him. It was better than smacking his brother. He could feel the stares of the other deputies and office personnel as he walked to the closet and grabbed a cardboard box.
It seemed almost anti-climatic that it took less than five minutes to gather all of his belongings out of his desk and put them in the box. Five years of a career and all he had to show for it was a small cardboard box full of crap.
When Robby heard John Henry’s office door open, he grit his teeth and fought for control as he grabbed his stuff and walked out, not bothering to acknowledge his brother was even in the room. If he did—if he even looked at John Henry—he was likely to punch the man right in the mouth.
Robby walked out and then dropped the box of his belongings into the bed of his pickup truck, climbed into the cab, and slammed the driver’s door closed. He took a moment to breathe, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and resting his forehead against it. If he didn’t get himself under control, he’d march right back into the sheriff’s station and give into his urge to hurt his brother.
Robby couldn’t remember when he had ever been so angry at the man. He adored him and had for his entire life. John Henry was the very example of the man Robby wanted to be—until today.
Robby didn’t know whether to go with the anger clouding his mind or the heartache wrapping around his heart. He felt like he had been betrayed, like John Henry was taking something precious from him that Robby wanted more than almost anything in the world.
Well, almost anything.
There was still one thing Robby wanted more.
Robby held onto his control by a thread as he pulled his cell phone out and dialed a number he had memorized months ago. He tried not to call it too often but right now, he needed the voice on the other end more than he needed air.
The corner of Robby’s mouth curved up when he heard the phone connect but no one spoke. That’s how it always was. Wren never said a word until he knew who was at the other end of the line. It was just one of the man’s odd quirks.
He had many.
“Hey, it’s Robby. Want to hang out?”
They had spent a lot of time together when Wren wasn’t gone on a mission, both at Robby’s house and Charlie and John Henry’s. But most of their time together was at Robby’s place, and usually spent just watching movies or hanging out. No matter how many hints Robby dropped, Wren never crossed that line to take things further between them.
“Leaving work early?”
Robby swallowed the bile that suddenly threatening to come up as he thought about the job he had just lost. He stared down at his fingers, pulling at a loose thread on his jeans. “Yeah, something like that.”
The man on the other end of the phone—the one Robby dreamed about at night and fantasized might someday want something more from him than just a few hours together here and there—grunted.
“I’ll meet you at your place.”
And just like that, the phone went dead.
Robby snapped his phone closed and slid it back into his pocket. It felt like knives stabbing into him every time he called Wren and got the same blasé response. He didn’t know how to define his relationship with the man. He didn’t even know if they had one.
Robby called, they hung out, and then they went their separate ways. There seemed to be this wall between them that Robby had never been able to breach. He shook his head at the tears that suddenly appeared. He ached with need and loneliness and it felt like it had just quadrupled.
Robby tried desperately to give Wren the space he seemed to need so much but sometimes it was really hard—like now, when Robby wanted nothing more than to feel Wren’s big muscular arms wrap around him and make him feel like everything would be okay.
And as much as he knew he would suck up whatever attention Wren gave him, he couldn’t help but want for more. He just knew if Wren gave in, things would be explosive between them.
Wren never seemed to budge. He had made it very clear in the beginning of their friendship that there was a line that Robby wasn’t allowed to cross. Robby had tried a few times—flirted, made some passes, dropped some verbal hints—only to be rebuffed. He was starting to doubt that even walking around naked in front of the man would get him anything.
Maybe getting fired was finally making him see the truth. Wren just wanted to be friends. And no wanting for something more on Robby’s part would change that.
“God!” Robby dropped his head back against his seat and stared up at his ceiling. “I am so fucking pathetic.”
Wren scooted back and lifted up onto his knees, moving them between Robby’s calves. He slid his hands down Robby’s back to the man’s tight ass. He heard a soft sigh when he grabbed Robby’s hips and pulled the man back into a kneeling position, Robby’s legs hugging his thighs while his ass was pushed up against Wren’s erection.
Wren’s arousal took on new meaning as he watched his cock slide up and down the crack of Robby’s ass. He tenderly stroked his hands over the rounded globes then gripped them tightly in his hand and pulled them apart until he could see the man’s puckered opening.
He teased Robby, rubbing the head of his cock over the man’s quivering entrance but never quite pushing in. He wanted Robby’s surrender. He craved it. Robby needed to know who he belonged to because Wren wasn’t giving him up.
Robby was his.
“Do you like that idea, love?” Wren asked when he saw Robby’s body shake. “Do you like the idea of everyone knowing you belong to me?”
When Robby didn’t answer right away, Wren decided to up his game. He would have Robby’s answer before they left this room. He pulled back until the head of his cock slid down between Robby’s butt cheeks again, catching on the small cleft of his hole.
It hadn’t been that long since Wren had claimed Robby but he still reached for the bottle of lube carelessly tossed on the bed. He snapped the lid then poured a liberal amount to the place where his cock met Robby’s ass. Once there was enough that he knew he wouldn’t hurt Robby, Wren closed the cap then tossed the bottle back on the bed.
Watching his engorged cock slid slowly into Robby’s welcoming body was more erotic than watching any porn he had ever seen. Nothing had ever gotten Wren this worked up. He was ready to explode and he had barely gotten in.
“Feel how beautifully your body accepts me, love?” Wren asked, never taking his eyes off of where his body was so intimately connected to Robby’s. “Your body knows who you belong to even if you don’t.”
Just as he sank his cock into the hilt in Robby’s ass, Wren saw Robby start to reach under himself. He knew what Robby was doing and he couldn’t allow that, not until he had a commitment out of the man.
Did he care?
Wren leaned down and grabbed both of Robby’s wrists and brought them around to his back, holding them there with one of his. It pushed Robby’s face into the mattress but it also pushed Robby’s ass up against Wren.
Wren moved closer until his hard frame fit to the soft contours of Robby's. He slid his arms down around Robby’s stomach and lifted him. Wren smiled as he nuzzled at the younger man before tenderly stroking sweat-damp hair from the man’s beautiful face.
“Who do you belong to, love?” he asked as he moved Robby’s arms up over his head, rapping them around Wren’s neck. It gave him unfettered access to the man’s dark hued nipples and rippled abdomen, two places Wren loved to touch and caress.
Wren played with Robby’s nipples as he began to move in long, slow strokes, driving his cock as deep inside of Robby’s tight channel as he could go before pulling out and repeating the process all over again. When Robby groaned and fisted his fingers in Wren’s hair, Wren gripped the man’s hips and began to move harder, faster and deeper.
A soft whimper eased from between Robby’s lips as he melted into Wren’s arms. Wren closed his eyes and held Robby to him, savoring the feel of the man in his arms. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Robby.
“Who do you belong to, love?” he repeated, needing the answer more than he needed to come, and that was saying something. Robby’s body gripped him so tightly in silken heat that Wren worried his dick would burn right off.
“Wren!” Robby wailed as Wren nailed his prostate over and over again. Wren knew this was a good position. Not only did he have Robby splayed out over him like a second skin, but he knew he his cock would scrape over Robby’s sweet spot with every thrust. “Please!”
“Answer my question, love, and I’ll let you come.”
Again, underhanded. And again, Wren didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let Robby get away from him now that he had had him. Robby might have had a chance at escaping him before they had fucked each other, but they had. And now Robby didn’t have a chance.
“Who do you belong to?” Just to swing things in his direction in case there was any doubt in Robby’s mind, Wren reached down and wrapped his fingers around the man’s pulsing cock, giving it a couple of firm strokes.
“You!” Robby shouted. “I belong to you!”
“Right answer.” Something long buried and feral rose in Wren at Robby’s words. He started pounding at an alarming rate into Robby’s ass as he jerked the man’s cock. The need to mark Robby inside and out overwhelmed him.
The only cell in his brain that hadn’t slid south to his engorged cock worked the problem over and over again in his head even as his orgasm started reaching for him. A simple tattoo wasn’t going to cut it and he knew it. He needed something more to show that Robby belonged to him.
He just didn’t know what.
Robby’s shattered wail of completion echoed around the room as he sprayed white ropes of cum over Wren’s hand. Wren’s cock hardened to steel at the sound. He couldn’t control his outcry of delight as his seed erupted into the still spasming channel, making him soar until the peak of delight was reached.
Once he could breathe again, Wren gently eased Robby down onto the bed then cuddled up behind him once again, pulling Robby up flush against his own body. Robby wiggled for a moment but it wasn’t to get away. Much to Wren’s delight, Robby scooted back toward him as if the man needed the reassurance of touch to make everything okay.
Wren picked up a lock of Robby’s brown hair and caressed it gently between his fingers. His desire for Robby overrode everything else but the feeling was much more than sexual desire. He adored every little thing about the man. He just wished Robby understood that.
The man was oblivious sometimes.
Hayden Flynn saw something that put his life in jeopardy. Put into protective custody for his own safety, he’s whisked away to a secret location. Pretending to be someone’s live-in lover isn’t so bad except his new love interest is a man.
Created: January 4, 2013 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Christian Jackson had been an F.B.I. agent for several years. He had been trained by the best but nothing prepared him for his next assignment—pretending to be the gay lover to the hottest straight man he had ever seen. Trying to keep Hayden alive seems to be easier than keeping his hands off of the man.
When Jackson and Hayden finally give into their desire, sparks fly. Hayden tries to blame it on the threat of death hanging over his head. Jackson tries to pretend that it wasn’t the best night of his life. Both men are confused by the feelings developing between them. But that doesn’t seem to matter when they discover that the threat to Hayden’s life is even closer than they thought.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes, Jackson." Deputy Director Malone motioned with his hand. "Come in and shut the door."
Christopher Jackson stepped into the director's office and shut the door behind him. He nodded to the other man in the room, a man he knew well, and walked over to stand in front of the director's desk, his hands clasped behind his back as he waited to find out why he had been called to the director's office.
"Oh," the director said when he looked up from the papers he was reading over. He waved his hand. "Have a seat, Jackson."
Jackson sat down, although he felt a little funny about doing so when his immediate supervisor, Special Agent Maxwell Bernaro, was sitting on the edge of the director's desk, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I need you for a special assignment, Jackson," the director began.
Deputy Director Malone set his pen down and leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Without the director looking straight at him, Jackson could still see that the man was worn out and tired. He had the beginning of light bags under his eyes and age lines that had never been there before.
Jackson wouldn't want his job for love or money.
"How long have you been with the agency, Jackson?" the director asked as he lowered his hands to his desk and looked at Jackson.
"Seven years, sir. Two years as a field agent and five years on the Alpha One Fly Team."
"And before that?"
Jackson wasn’t really sure where this line of questioning was going. "Five years with Navy Intelligence, sir."
The chief looked down at a file lying open on his desk, nodding as he read. Jackson knew it was his file. He could see his name at the top in big bold black letters. Jackson glanced up at Max, wondering why the man was here if the special assignment was meant for him.
"It says here that your area of expertise is technical analyst for one of our fly teams."
The chief glanced back up, his face stretched tight with a grim look. "Do you like working in the field, Jackson?"
"Very much, sir."
"You came highly recommended by Special Agent Bernaro."
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't thank me yet, Jackson. You haven't heard what the assignment is."
"I have a situation that requires someone with your unique set of skills."
Jackson's eyebrows shot up. "My unique set of skills, sir?" What in the hell was that supposed to mean? His one main skill was being a technical analyst. He wasn't good at much else. He couldn't even drive a car.
"He means you being gay, Jackson," Max said.
"Oh." Jackson wasn't exactly sure being gay was a skill—at least, not that he had heard of.
"Yes, well…" The director's face flushed. He looked uncomfortable. Max did not. He looked amused. The slight smirk on the man’s face was a big clue.
Jackson had never hidden the fact he was gay from anyone. Everyone on his team knew he was. He refused to hide it. He was gay. So the fuck what? Jackson just didn't understand what sleeping with other men had to do with this current assignment.
"While this wouldn't normally even be discussed in the bureau, Special Agent Bernaro is correct in this instance." The director folded his withered hands together and rested his elbows on the desk, his face still slightly flushed. "Your unique skills would be of great asset on this assignment."
"My gayness would be of great asset?" Jackson glanced from the director over to his immediate supervisor. He wasn’t sure he liked where this was going. Never before had his being gay affected his job in any way. Now they wanted to use his sexual orientation? "For what?"
"Have you ever heard of the RAF?"
Jackson’ brows pulled together as he quickly racked his memory for the definition of those letters. "The Revolutionary Armed Forces, sir?"
The director nodded. "We've suspected for some time that they were moving arms into the country. For what purpose, we haven't been able to discover, but it's something big. The shipments that we have been able to track have been moving into the country at an alarming rate, nearly two a week for the last six weeks."
"Last week we were able to track one of those shipments to an Irish pub in Boston," Max added.
"An Irish pub in Boston?" Jackson arched an eyebrow in amusement. "You don't say."
"This is no laughing matter, Agent Jackson," the chief snapped.
"No, of course not, sir." Jackson instantly straightened his shoulders and dropped the smile from his face. "If you want to give me the pertinent facts to the case it shouldn't take me more than a couple of hours to get up to speed. I can have a suggested scenario for you by morning."
"That’s not why you're here, Jackson," Max said.
It wasn't? Jackson glanced between the chief and Max. He was a technical analyst. Putting bits of information together to make a whole picture was what he did. "So, what do you need me to do then?"
"The pub where the arms shipments have been going to is owned by a man named Hayden Flynn."
"Is he a suspect?"
"No." The chief grimaced. "He's a witness, a very important witness."
Jackson groaned and rolled over the second the door closed behind Hayden. This was such an extremely bad idea. He thought it was a bad idea when Max approached him about it but he had wanted to get out into the field and look good for the boss. Now, he was positive he should have turned the assignment down.
This was an incredibly fucking bad idea.
Jackson reached under his body and palmed his aching cock. His body seemed to know that he was trapped in Hayden’s arms even before he did. He had woken up surrounded by the man’s raw and powerful musculature —which only resulted in Jackson’s hard as steel erection..
Even knowing that Hayden was running from him hadn’t been enough to dampen the lust running rampant through his body. Nothing seemed to make his cock deflate, not even thinking about how bad of an idea this was.
Jackson groaned again and humped his hips, driving his cock through the firm grip of his fingers. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Hayden holding him, that the man’s large strong hand was wrapped around his cock instead of his own hand.
The image began to build stronger and more vivid in his mind as he moved his hips faster and faster–Hayden’s fingers tightening around his erection, the man’s thumb rubbing across the slit at the top of Jackson’s swollen dick and then raked over the bundle of nerves just below the head.
He moved his hand faster and then squeezed his cock so tight that he thought he would break the damn thing. Jackson needed to come and he needed it now. He drew his knees up and moved his free hand down past his balls. He slid a single finger into his tight puckered hole, twisting his finger until he felt the tip slide against the little pleasure button inside his ass that made him gasp.
Jackson rocked on his finger as he rocked on his knees, his hips moving faster. He slipped in another finger inside his asshole, pushing the digits apart, stretching himself out as he imaged that it was Hayden’s dick splitting him apart. Wiggling his fingers around some more, Jackson started fucking himself.
Oh hell, that felt so damn good.
He shoved his fingers in and out of his ass, still imagining that it was the hard cock he had woken up to, pressing into his ass instead of his own fingers.
Never before in his life had he wanted someone to fuck him as badly as he wanted Hayden to shove his damn dick up Jackson’s ass. He wanted to man’s lips on his body, his teeth nipping his flesh, his body driving in Jackson’s.
Jackson’s hole clenched tight around his fingers at the fantasy building in his head, making him groan with need. He just bet Hayden would be a fantastic lover. The man was built to please whoever he fucked. Jackson was pretty sure Hayden could make him call to the gods. That thought send a spike of thrill through his body, making his cock impossibly harder.
His erection slid through his hand every time he thrust forward, wishing it was Hayden who was behind him instead of Jackson’s fingers. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body, his orgasm almost on him.
Jackson yanked his hand from his ass and then curled it into a fist, shoving the knuckles into his mouth to keep from crying out loud as his seed erupted into a sticky mess in his hand. He gave his cock a few last strokes as his body jerked with the last of his climax and then dropped his hand.
Flopping down onto the mattress, Jackson buried his flushed face in the pillows. His burning lust had been temporarily extinguished but somehow, he felt worse now than he had before he started jerking himself off.
He had no idea how long this assignment was going to last but he was pretty damn sure he wasn’t going to make it until this debauched mess was over. He had been attracted to Hayden Flynn from the moment he saw the man’s picture. Meeting him in person just made it all that much worse. Living in the same house was going to be damn near impossible.
Waking up in Hayden’s arms was going to kill Jackson.
Nari Khenti is running for his life. His contract holder has been murdered and he’s accused of the crime. Now, the real killer is after him, intent on killing Nari. The only place he can think of hiding is on Katzmann.
Created: January 4, 2013 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Semyon Barak is concerned when Doctor Saris tells him someone stowed away on his ship until he realizes that the gorgeous green-eyed man is his mate—his very pregnant mate. Now he has to figure out how to keep the frightened man safe while keeping the hardest truth from him…the fact that they are mates.
Taking Nari into the desert might not be the best choice possible but it’s the only one Semyon has because the man after Nari is closing in on them and he has the power of the Elquone throne behind him. Semyon will have to use every bit of training he’s ever had to keep his mate and their child alive because if the dangers of the desert don’t kill them, the bands of roaming bandits just might.
“Okay.” Saris started wringing his hands together as he walked away from Chellak and began pacing. “I was going through the supplies that Semyon had brought in on his last mission when I came across a box that wasn’t on the manifest. At first, I didn’t think much about it. Mix-ups like that happen, you know?”
“But?” Chellak encouraged.
Saris tossed his hand up in the air again, looking exasperated. “But the damn box started making tapping noises.”
Semyon’s jaw dropped. “Taping noises?”
Saris nodded rapidly. “When I tapped back, I heard someone speaking from inside the box.”
“There was someone in the box?” Why hadn’t he heard anything when he checked the supplies? Hell, how had he missed an extra box that wasn’t on the manifest? He usually wasn’t so oblivious.
Semyon was very stringent when it came to loading his ship. For someone to get an unmarked box past him was a feat. Now he was just as curious as Chellak. He also wanted to know who in the hell had gotten past him.
“Yes. His name is Nari. He’s the man Garret was telling me about, the one the rumors are about.”
Chellak sighed as he walked back over to sit behind his desk. He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment and then clasped his hands together. “From the beginning, Saris. What rumors?”
“Nari is Brüter. He entered into a contract with a man off world. It seemed to be a good match from everything I heard, and then suddenly Nari was brought back to Elquone to face charges that he killed the contract holder. When it was discovered that Nari was carrying, his execution was held off until after the child is born, which is in about two month, give or take a week.”
“Wait,” Semyon said as he stepped toward the doctor, feeling a sudden unfamiliar urge to know everything about the rumors Saris had heard. “I thought he was being brought back to face charges. I didn’t hear you say that he was found guilty in a trial.”
“That’s because there was no trial.” Saris’s words were controlled.
“The family of the man Nari was charged with killing comes from money, a lot of money. They greased the right palms and the High Ruler declared Nari guilty without a trial.”
“Can he do that?” Semyon asked as he looked at Chellak.
“I don’t think so, but things are still pretty precarious on Elquone since the last High Ruler died. I’m sure a lot of things go on that aren’t exactly above board.”
“Nari says he didn’t kill the man. It was the guy’s brother,” Saris quickly added.
“Do you believe him?” Chellak asked.
Saris’s lips thinned and he looked pensive, as if he was truly giving the question some thought. “I can’t honestly say. I know Nari is terrified. The brother is demanding the babe be turned over to him as required by the contract. He is saying that the babe is the only thing he has left of his brother.”
“Isn’t the contract nullified once the contract holder dies?” Chellak asked.
“Yes, and that’s what they are using to convict Nari. They say that he killed the contract holder in order to keep his babe. Word is that Nari is insane.”
When Saris pulled out a vid-pad and held it out to Chellak, Semyon peeked down at the information before the vid-pad passed into Chellak’s hands. His breathe caught in his throat when he saw the vivid green eyes staring back at him from the picture of the man in the contract.
Those eyes mystified him. There was so much hope and determination in them. How could a man with that kind of outlook on life become a cold blooded killer?
“Is he insane?” Semyon asked.
“I think he’s terrified.” Sadness sapped the color from Saris’s face. “They want to take his babe from him. I think he has a right to be terrified.” Saris looked up. There were tears in his eyes as he glanced over at Semyon and Chellak. “I would be if someone tried to take my baberen.”
“Is there anything we can do to help him?” There had to be something. Semyon didn’t know the guy but he felt for him. And that was strange. Semyon didn’t tend to make a lot of personal friendships, not after watching Bogden—the shaikh of the Leonid pride on Katzmann—get betrayed by another warrior. It had almost cost Bogden his life–and his mate. Semyon never wanted to be put in that position.
“If we continue to hide him here on Katzmann, Chellak could get in trouble with the Federation. But, if we turn him over to the High Ruler of Elquone, then Nari will lose his babe and be executed,” Saris said as if he were truly split on what to do.
“I’ll take him.” It was a bold statement. Semyon barely registered what came out of his mouth before both Saris and Chellak were staring at him like he might be as crazy as Nari. Maybe he was, but Semyon couldn’t allow Nari to be killed for a crime he hadn't even had a chance to have a trial for. It wasn’t right, and Semyon wasn’t going to allow the man to come to any harm.
“Semyon,” Chellak said slowly, “do you know what you’re saying?”
“If I sign a contract with Nari and claim him according to Katzman law, it should keep them from forcing him to return to Elquone and keep Chellak from being caught in the middle of this shit storm.”
“Semyon, you can’t mate with someone that isn’t your mate,” Chellak insisted with adamancy. “Even you now that.”
Semyon grabbed the vid-pad from Chellak and stared down at the man’s green eyes again. He could feel something move inside of him, something he had not experienced before–at least, not on this level.
The urge to protect the man and his unborn babe became almost more impetrative than the duty he felt toward Chellak Rai, and that was something he had lived by for more years than he could count. He felt an overwhelming need to physically claim the man, to protect him and cherish him.
And that was insane, because it could only mean one thing.
“I think he is my mate.”
Nari’s hands clutched in the blankets on either side of him as Semyon’s mouth moved along the vulnerable arch of his throat, lavishing his skin with kisses and little nips from his sharp teeth. When that wasn’t enough, Nari reached up and fisted his hand in Semyon’s hair, holding the man’s head to him.
“Need you so much, Nari.” Semyon’s voice seemed to glide over Nari’s body like the brush of silken sheets against his skin. It made him ache with want. “Always going to need you,” Semyon whispered along Nari’s sensitive skin.
Nari shuddered. He couldn’t explain the indisputable bond between them. There was some force beyond his comprehension, driving him toward Semyon, making him want to beg for the man’s touch. He just no longer cared what it was, or even why it was.
Nari licked his dry lips nervously, needing to touch Semyon as much as he needed to feel his touch. Semyon’s rough, rasping tongue stroked over his neck. When Semyon’s mouth closed over the mating mark, sucking at the flesh softly, tenderly, Nari felt his cock swell and pulse.
“My mayht, always mine,” Semyon whispered against Nari’s skin.
Semyon’s golden eyes glittered with sexual intent as the man raised his head and gazed down at Nari. His cheekbones appeared flushed beneath the dark tan, his lips fuller, more sensual. They looked kissable.
Much to Nari’s relief, Semyon leaned down and latched onto his mouth. Their tongues danced together, gently exploring, tasting, until air became a necessity. They both drew deep drags of air into their lungs. Their lips met seconds later but this time it wasn't the slow gentle kiss it had been before. This time it was out of control, frantic, and filled with everything needy.
When Semyon lifted his head and gazed down at Nari, there was a feral light in his eyes that almost scared Nari. If it wasn’t for the gentle way that Semyon caressed his skin and moved down his body, Nari would have questioned his intentions.
Nari licked his lips, starting to pant with need as Semyon spread his legs and knelt between them, crying out when he felt Semyon’s fingers brush over his tight entrance. He squirmed when Semyon pushed his legs up, fighting for breath.
Semyon’s tongue slid down to Nari’s puckered hole and swirled around. Nari gasped for breath as Semyon licked him, Semyon’s growls of pleasure echoing through his body. He could feel a wild, uncontrollable sensation building. His body tingled. The pressure increased as Semyon’s tongue stroked around his ass, over it, pushing gently but insistently against his tight opening.
“Semyon.” Nari’s plea was a breathless moan as his hands went to Semyon’s shoulders, his nails biting into the man’s tanned skin. He needed. “Please.”
Semyon was up and between his legs before Nari could barely register the man moving. Nari gasped as the thick length of Semyon’s cock slid into him, stretching him. One hard thrust buried the thick erection into Nari’s body to the hilt.
Nari watched Semyon’s handsome face stiffen, his jaw ticking as he fought for control. His eyes closed and his body went tight, tense. Nari’s breath caught in his throat as he watched, entranced. Semyon was a creature of pure beauty as his control fought his need for pleasure.
Semyon’s eyes opened just as quickly as they had closed. He started moving, thrusting his hard length in and out of Nari’s tight hole. The burning intensity in Semyon’s eyes as he looked down at Nari made him gasp. No one had ever looked at him with such need, such want, or with such tenderness. Nari felt like he could live the rest of his life in that look.
Semyon drove his cock harder and harder into Nari, rocking the carriage with the force of his thrusts. Nari moaned as the long thick cock that seemed to fill him so perfectly brushed across his prostate with every thrust of Semyon’s hips.
His head arched back as Semyon leaned down over him and nuzzled at his neck. He groaned, shivering at the feel of Semyon’s teeth scraping over his throat. Semyon licked the soft flesh just beneath Nari’s ear before sinking his teeth in.
“Semy!” Nari cried out. He was held still by Semyon’s hard body, his thrusting hips, and the sharp fangs imbedded in his skin. Semyon growled around the flesh in his mouth, low, primal, demanding Nari’s surrender as he drove his cock into Nari over and over again.
Nari’s eyes widened and he stared at the room of the carriage in stunned silence for a second before his orgasm hit and he screamed. His climax was like a tidal wave, tearing through him. He held tight to Semyon’s hair, praying for some anchor to hold him to this realm of existence because he was positive he was dying.
No one could survive that much pleasure.
Poppy lives in hell and has for as long as he could remember. The only bright spot he has seen in years is another prisoner being held in the cell next to him. If he can save Marcus, Poppy knows that he will have done at least one good thing in his life. He just had to find Marcus's friends and let them know that they are being led into a trap…and then go back to hell.
Created: November 26, 2012 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Dean Stone is an assassin. He's cold, hard, and without remorse. He's also pretty damn sure that he has stepped into a crazy world. His friend, Gage has mated with the cat king of a pride. His other friends are missing and the agency he works for is a complete mess. What's crazier than that?
When Dean goes to the place where he's supposed to pick Marcus up, he finds something else altogether. Poppy is sweet and innocent and about as sexy as he could possibly be. He is also scared out of his mind and clinging to Dean like a second skin. And Dean doesn't have the heart to deny the man, even when taking care of Poppy turns into a full time job.
But when danger arrives on their doorstep, Dean's training as an assassin comes in handy, especially when Poppy is kidnapped by the same men that held him in the first place. And Dean has no remorse what so ever about killing anyone that stands between him and the man he's falling for.
Dean Stone chuckled. His sandy blond hair, longer now, brushed against his cheeks as he shook his head. He leaned back against the wall behind him and he watched as his friend Gage argue with Noah, the man's mate. Noah Andrews was also the king of the cats, or some such shit like that. Dean was still trying to figure it all out.
What he did know was that despite the fact that Gage Tynan had grown from a man who a couple of inches shorter than Dean to man that stood a couple of inches taller than him, and topped him by at least twenty pounds, it was Gage's little five foot six mate that ruled his life. Noah had Gage firmly wrapped around his furry little finger.
The fact that Noah could shape shift into a house cat was just an added bonus for the cannon fodder. Dean was still reeling from learning that shape shifters lived outside of Hollywood movies. And now not only was he friends with the king of cats, he was living in the pride's damn house. He had to have been dropped on his head as a baby. That was the only way to explain it.
"Gage." Dean held up his hand to stop the arguing couple. His head was starting to ache from watching Gage and Noah go back and forth. Gage wanted to go with Dean to get Marcus. Noah wanted him to stay home. "I am perfectly capable of going to this meeting on my own. I'm a big boy, I promise. I've been taking care of myself for a very long time. I can even go to the bathroom all by myself."
Dean smirked with amusement. The whole growling thing was not necessarily new. Gage always growled. Now, he just did it with more flair. "Dude, seriously, sheath the claws. I'm just going to pick up Marcus in town and bring him back here. It's not like this is a mission or anything. If I stub my toe, I promise to call you right away," he said with a touch of an attitude heavy in his voice.
Dean bristled a little bit that Gage seemed to have so little faith in him. He had been at the agency almost as long as Gage. He had been going out on missions for years. He wasn't stupid. He knew how to be cautious.
Dean clenched his hands, hiding them by crossing his arms over his chest and tucking his hands under his arms as he pushed away from the wall. "I'm starting to think you don't trust me, Gage."
"Of course I trust you, Dean." Gage pushed a frustrated hand through his short hair. "I just—" Gage grimaced. "I don't like the way this is going. We still haven't heard from Steele and Trent isn't answering any of our phone calls. This smells of a set up to me."
Dean arched an eyebrow. "You think Marcus set us up?"
"No, I think Marcus is being used as bait to set us up."
Well, Dean couldn't argue with that theory. Except for a single phone call two weeks ago to set up a time and place for pick up, they hadn't heard from Marcus at all. And Gage was right. They still didn't know where Steele was. He had simply disappeared.
Almost every single mission that Gage, Dean, Marcus, and Steele had been assigned to in the last few months had gone wrong somehow. Either the target was off or in the wrong place. The locations were questionable, and there was absolutely no backup. There's no way in hell intel got screwed up that badly that many times. It was all starting to add up to someone in the agency setting them up.
Dean's money was on Trent, their boss. He was the man that handed out the assignments and gave them their intel, even if he got them intel somewhere else. Trent was the one that decided if the information was good or not and passed it along to them. Trent was also the one that started acting strange just about the same time the missions started going bad.
Dean wasn't a genius by any means but even he could add one and one and come up with a good theory. Over the last few months, Trent, their supervisor at the agency where they worked, had gotten weird. He received phone calls that he always took in private, had meetings with people behind closed doors, and went off for days at a time. Trent had never been like that in the past.
"Would you be happier if I took Braden or Jonas with me?" In the weeks since he met the lion shifters, he had grown to respect them as much as he did Gage, and that said a lot. Gage, Marcus, and Steele were pretty much the only people Dean trusted to guard his back. He used to trust Trent just as much but that started to fade when Trent began keeping secrets and acting all mysterious like.
Gage's eyebrows shot up. "You'd do that?"
"Yeah, sure." Dean shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt for them to see how a professional does it."
Gage chuckled and nodded even as he wrapped an arm around his much shorter mate and pulled Noah to his side. "I'd appreciate it, Dean. Until we get a chance to talk to Marcus and find out where Steele is, you're the only one from the agency that I trust. I'd really feel a lot better if you took some backup."
Dean rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a mission, but a simple retrieval. Child’s play in his book. But he didn’t feel like arguing the point to death with Gage. The man could be just as stubborn, if not more, than Dean.
"Consider it done." Dean turned and started for the door when Noah's hesitant voice stopped him. He paused at the doorway and glanced over his shoulder.
"Be careful, okay?" Noah asked.
Dean grinned and winked at the smaller man, gaining a slight growl from Gage. God, it was too easy to screw with these two. "Sure thing, pussycat."
Dean chuckled and reached over to brush Poppy's hair back from his face. "How are you feeling, Poppy?"
"I hurt, Master."
"You hurt?" Dean pushed himself up into a sitting position and glanced down the length of Poppy's body. He couldn't see anything wrong with Poppy. He looked fine. Maybe he was getting a stomach ache from all that sugar. "Where?"
Poppy's face flushed as he grabbed his groin. "Here."
Dean swallowed hard as every ounce of blood in his body flowed south. "Let me see."
Poppy didn't hesitate at all as he raised the oversized shirt he wore up to his chest and exposed the beautiful erection jutting out from his groin.
"Oh, hell." Dean licked his lips. They had gone as dry as the Sahara Desert all of a sudden. His throat wasn't doing much better. If felt so thick he could barely get air down into his lungs. "Would you like me to make it better, Poppy?"
He should be shot for asking but…
Yeah, he was going to go to hell for this.
He just knew it.
Dean scooted up to the top of the bed and then gestured for Poppy to join him. When Poppy got to his side, Dean lifted the man up and over his chest. He kept his eyes locked on Poppy's as he leaned forward and sucked the head of Poppy's cock into his mouth.
"Master!" Poppy wailed.
When Poppy wiggled to get away, Dean tightened his grip on Poppy's hips and held him in place. He sucked Poppy's hard cock further into his mouth, carefully listening for any sounds that said Poppy didn't want this.
Instead, deep moans filled his ears and Poppy pressed forward with his hips. Dean almost grinned, but that would have meant letting go of the cock in his mouth and he wasn't about to do that. Instead, Dean grabbed the edges of Poppy's shirt in his hand and lifted it up until Poppy pulled it over his head and tossed it away.
Now, the man was totally naked in Dean's arms. Well, on his chest, but it was essentially the same thing. Poppy was naked. Dean started sucking long and hard as he reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
Behind Poppy's back, he flipped the lid and poured some out on his fingers. He closed the lid with the other hand and set the bottle lube down on his chest. He pulled off of Poppy's cock long enough to tell the man to grab the headboard and then he sucked him right back down.
When Poppy grabbed the headboard, it changed the angel for both of them. Poppy's cock now hung hard and long right over Dean's face, making it easier to lick the sides and get to Poppy's balls.
It also made it easier for Dean to reach Poppy's ass. Dean kept his lips locked firmly around Poppy's cock as he stroked his fingers lightly over the crack of Poppy's ass. He knew the moment his fingers brushed against Poppy's hole because the man suddenly stilled and a long keening noise filled the room.
Swallowing Poppy's erection to the root, Dean pushed one finger into Poppy's ass. It was only as his finger slid easily in that Dean remembered what Gage had told him. When he was aroused, his pheromones would tell Poppy's body that he was about to be claimed by his mate.
Dean didn't have to stretch him out.
Still, he wanted to be really, really sure. He would never do anything that would hurt Poppy, and fucking him with no lube would hurt like the dickens. He wiggled his finger for a moment and the pushed in another finger.
With his free hand, Dean reached up between their bodies and tugged on one of Poppy's pert brown hued nipples. Poppy's cries grew louder as he started humping Dean's face. Dean stroked his hand all over Poppy's chest and abdomen, flicking his fingernails over Poppy's little buds.
At the same time, he pushed a third finger into Poppy's tight ass, fucking him with all three digits. Using his tongue, Dean laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown of Poppy's cock and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Poppy's essence.
When Dean felt Poppy start to strain and tense, Dean reached back down between them and unzipped his pants. His cock was so hard that it bounced up the second his pants were open. Dean wiggled his hips until he could push his pants down to his hips. It wasn't easy with one hand.
Dean sucked and swallowed until, with a scream, Poppy's release flooded his welcoming mouth. Poppy's ass clenched so hard he sucked Dean's fingers inside of him past the second knuckle. Dean swallowed until Poppy went boneless and the hard flesh in his mouth began to soften.
Fangs & All
Garret Kane loves his bar. It’s his baby. When Samuel Harden walks through the door and applies for a job as a bouncer, Kane is pretty sure the man is a good fit for the position. One look at Samuel and Kane is positive the gorgeous mountain of a man is perfect for another position—specifically one in Kane’s bed.
Created: November 26, 2012 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Samuel has a few surprises of his own—mainly the fact that not only does he have fangs and drinks blood, but he is in another coven’s territory without permission. As Kane expresses his interest in Samuel, he’s drawn into a world he never even knew existed, one filled with danger and betrayal. Only by making a deal with a man that seems like the devil himself can Kane save Samuel from a fate worse than death. But the cost of that deal might be more than a mere human can survive.
"Yo, Kane, there's some guy out here asking about a bouncer job."
Kane rolled his head, hearing a distinct popping sound as his neck realigned itself. He rubbed the nap of his neck trying to massage away the rest of the tension gathering there. Sometimes he hated owning a bar.
Nights like tonight were a perfect example. It seemed like almost every worker he employed tried to call in sick just before shift started, his weekly alcohol delivery was over two hours late, and the doors on the bar were due to open in less than forty five minutes.
And now someone wanted a job?
"Yo, Kane," the voice shouted again, "what do you want me to tell this guy?"
Kane opened his mouth to shout back an angry retort, catching himself just in time. He snapped his mouth closed and pushed his hand through his thick curls, tugging a little at the ends as if he could pull his worries away with his fingers.
He stared down at the pile of bills and paperwork on his desk and shook his head. His mind just wasn't in it. The bar was due to open soon and he needed to collect himself before that happened or he'd end up decking the first drunk bastard that looked at him wrong.
Kane tossed his pen down on the desk and stood. He'd better find out who wanted to see him before business started or he'd never get the chance. He made his way out to the main room, his eyes immediately scanning the room and assessing the shape of things.
Doors still closed?
Room clean and organized?
Gorgeous muscle bound sex god in tight jeans?
Kane's eyes snapped back to the bar. His cock hardened and throbbed against the confines of his black jeans faster than it ever had in his life as he took in the tall striking figure standing by the bar counter.
Breathtaking didn't even begin to describe the man. He stood several inches over the other men in the room, making him easily seen by Kane. The muscles rippling under the man's tight white cotton shirt quickened Kane's pulse. His powerful body moved with a sensual gracefulness Kane wouldn't have expected in a man his size.
And if his pants hugged his ass any tighter the guy would lose consciousness from lack of oxygen to his brain. But, damn, the ass was the tightest rounded ass Kane ever saw. Kane really liked fucking asses like that.
If he added in the shoulders that seemed as wide as a barn and the thick bulging muscles, Kane knew he was looking at the man of his dreams. And he hadn't even looked above the man's collar yet.
When he did, Kane was beyond stunned. He didn't figure a man that had the body of a Greek God could have a face of an angel. His lips were firm and sensual, his smooth tanned skin stretched over high cheekbones.
A lock of dishwater blond hair fell over his forehead, his light hair a deep contrast to his tanned skin. Kane thumped his hard cock then walked across the room, his sights set on the man staring back at him with moss green eyes.
He was so fucked.
And if he was lucky, so was the man he had in his sights.
"Garret Kane, what can I do for you?" I have a few ideas I could suggest.
"My name is Samuel Harden. I'm looking for work," the man said, his voice low and smooth and just husky enough to send shivers of delight down Kane's spine. "I have experience as a bouncer, beer bartender, and prep cook. Do you have any positions available?"
Kane muffled a groan by biting his lip. This was just too easy. He flexed his fingers to keep for reaching for the Samuel. He wanted to drag the massive man back to his office, bend him over his desk, and find out how many positions they could discover together.
Samuel's eyes narrowed in on the lip caught between Kane's teeth. A light flush filled his face and his eyes seem to widen just a fraction before they darted away. Kane smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I may have a few…uh…positions you might be interested in," Kane drawled. He couldn't believe the crap that came out of his mouth. That was the worst pick up line he'd ever heard.
"Uh, thank you, sir."
Kane breathed deeply then instantly wished he hadn't. The strong scent of male sweat and arousal filled his nostrils. There seemed to be an underlying scent that curled right around Kane's cock and drove him insane. He'd never smelled anything so sweet and yet masculine in his life. He could bottle the stuff and make millions—if he were willing to share.
"Why don't you come back to my office and we can talk." It was a statement, not a question. Kane didn't ask questions. He was too used to giving orders and being instantly obeyed. Maybe it had gone to his head but he wasn't about to change that now, not even for a man that looked like sex-on-a-stick.
"Kane," he whispered.
"Enough talk, Samuel," Kane said as he nuzzled his face into the curve of Samuel's neck. "I want to get to know you better but right now, I want to get to know your body, every damn inch of it."
"Okay," Samuel croaked out.
Samuel's eyes fluttered closed when he felt Kane's tongue lick up the side of his neck. His heart beat was rapid and he couldn't seem to get enough air into his lungs. Samuel dropped his head back against the couch and gave Kane better access to his throat. It was a gesture he would never have normally made but it just felt right with Kane.
He groaned when Kane took full advantage of that move and proceeded to lick and nibble on his skin. The man in him gloried in each little lick. The vampire in him was yowling with delight at each nip.
Samuel knew that he was submissive. It was one of the things that made his life so hard. With his size, he should have been a dux at the very least. He wasn't. He desired to have someone stronger than him make him submit.
And while Kane might not know exactly what he was doing, Samuel felt like barring his throat to Kane, admitting to himself and to Samuel that Kane was of higher rank than he was. Now, if Kane would fuck him at the same time, Samuel would be in heaven.
"Kane," Samuel whispered. "Please."
"Oh yeah, baby," Kane murmured against his skin, "tell me what you want."
"You," Samuel moaned. He couldn't believe he was begging but he couldn't help it. If Kane didn't fuck him soon, Samuel was pretty sure he would wither up and die. "Fuck me, Kane."
"Take your shirt off, baby," Kane said as he leaned back and knelt on his knees above Samuel.
Samuel's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth when Kane whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Oh man, Kane might not be big and muscular like Samuel, but he had tight rippled muscles in all of the right places. Samuel had a strong desire to lick every inch of Kane's six pack abs.
And the small trail of dark hair that led from Kane's belly button down under the waistband of his jeans begged to be followed. Before Kane could move back over the top of him, Samuel sat up and reached for the zipper on Kane's jeans. His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly lowered the zipper and revealed the most marvelous dick he had ever seen.
Samuel licked his lips, aching to have that long, hard shaft between his lips. He started to reach for it when Kane's hand on his wrist stopped him. Samuel's heart froze in his throat. His eyes darted up.
Had he done something wrong?
Samuel grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He dropped it onto the floor and went back to looking at the thick cock he wanted to worship with his mouth. He licked his lips again, hoping he wouldn't have to beg.
But he would if he had to.
Kane grabbed the base of his cock. Samuel swallowed hard as he watched the man's fingers wrap around his thick cock. He knew Kane was teasing him when the man stroked the full length of his shaft a few times, thrusting forward into his hand a few times.
"Is this what you want, baby?"
Samuel nodded. He was beyond words at that point. The moisture pooling in his mouth was threatening to spill out of his mouth and drip down his chin.
"Lose the pants, Samuel, but keep the boots on."
Samuel blinked up at Kane for a moment. He was shocked to see a slight flush filling Kane's face. He wasn't sure what it came from but he wasn't about to ask questions when Kane was staring down at him like he was a glass of water in the middle of the desert.
Samuel moved out from beneath Kane and stood. He quickly unzipped his pants and shoved them down his legs. It took a little work to get them past his boots, but once he did, he dropped the pants on the floor and turned to face Kane.
The man was leaning back against the couch, slowly stroking his cock from root to tip. His eyes were eating Samuel alive. And he was naked from the toes up. Samuel hadn't noticed him getting undressed but he wished he had. Watching Kane strip would have been a treat.
"On your knees, Samuel."
Oh hell, yes!
Samuel dropped to his knees right in front of Kane and scooted as close to the couch as he could get. Kane draped his legs over Samuel's shoulders and spread them wide. Samuel nearly swallowed his tongue when Kane's thick cock bopped right in front of his face.
Had anything ever looked sexier?
Samuel slowly raised his eyes to meet Kane's. He kept them locked together as he slowly lowered his head and engulfed Kane's straining erection. The drops of pre-cum that instantly exploded across his tongue drew out a long, needy groan from Samuel. Kane tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He knew if he wasn't careful, he could easily become addicted to the way the man tasted.
Wrapping his lips around the head of Kane's cock, Samuel began to suck. He was filled with elation when Kane groaned as he swallowed the man down to the back of his throat. He might not be good at a lot of things but Samuel knew he was good at giving head. He had no gag reflex, thanks to his unique genetics. Samuel could practically unhinge his jaw.
"Suck me, Samuel," Kane groaned. "Just like that."
Pocket Sized Prince
Iben Khenti knew he was an alpha by the time he learned to walk. He was one of the strongest and most powerful alphas to ever be born. Unfortunately, due to his small size, no one ever took him seriously until it was too late. Having lived over two hundred years with a wolf that refused to accept anyone that Iben was interested in made for a very lonely life, and one that was quickly coming to an end. Iben is losing control of his wolf, and if that happens the bloodshed will be unimaginable. Iben needs someone to counter his feral nature. He just never expected to find what he needs in the omega of his new pack.
Created: November 26, 2012 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
When Zack Evens is sent to welcome the new alpha into pack lands, he could think of a million other places he would rather be. But the inner circle refuses to give the new alpha the respect to meet him at the airport. They sent Zack instead. When Iben Khenti steps down from the plane, Zack is positive that there has to be a mistake. He is all of five feet seven and a hundred and thirty five pound soaking wet with rocks in his pocket. When Iben shows interest in him, Zack is positive that the alpha is just like the one that had abused him. He can't help but show every bit of distain he feels for the alpha, putting them both in a dangerous situation that could cost them not only the pack but their very lives.
Iben has to try and convince Zack to accept the man in him as well as the alpha if he has any chance of saving them both because someone is kidnapping members of his new pack and Zack is next on their list.
The tie around Zack's neck felt like it had a strangle hold on him as he watched the private jet sent by the council start to come in for a landing. This was it. The new alpha had arrived.
And depending on how the man felt about the disrespectful behavior of the inner circle in not greeting him personally, Zack may or may not survive the next ten minutes. The alpha could easily kill him for the slight, and with no repercussions from the council. It was almost unheard of for an inner circle not to greet the new alpha.
Oh man, Zack's life would have been so much easier if his former alpha hadn't been such a dick and challenged someone bigger and stronger than him. But the guy was an idiot, and most everyone in the pack knew it.
Well, truthfully, Dawson was actually pretty damn smart. He was just a cruel and evil bastard that took sadistic pleasure in other people's pain. He was hated by every member of the pack except for the members of the inner circle, who were just as bad as Dawson.
The wheels of the private Lear Jet set down, and Zack felt his heartbeat stutter just as the wheels did when they hit the tarmac. He pulled at his collar again, feeling like the tie was tightening around his throat.
This was it.
The jet slowed and then slowly turned toward the private hanger where Zack waited. The airport was small but so were the town and the pack. They had a mere sixty one members and were one of the smaller packs in the Northwestern Shifter Territory. And that was a lot of territory. It consisted of Washington, Oregon, and Idaho.
Zack liked having a smaller pack. He knew each member by first name. He knew who they were related to, who was having pups, what couples were mating, and when a member needed a little extra attention. He knew the members of his pack like they were in very own family, and to him, they were.
He just hoped it stayed that way.
There was no telling what the new alpha would do. Most alphas cleaned house when they took over a pack. Sometimes, members were banished or killed in challenges. Other times, new members were brought in.
Things didn't always turn out for the best.
Zack had lost his own parents when Dawson took over as alpha. They had been banished from the pack because they opening disagreed with the man when he outlawed their right to mate with humans. His parents had been forced to join another pack several hundred miles away. Zack had been an adult and was no allowed to leave with his parents. He hadn't even been allowed to see them in the last ten years.
Maybe the new alpha would change things.
Zack stood up straighter and dropped his hands, clasping them behind his back, as the jet pulled to a stop in front of him. He'd be lying if he said his heart wasn't beating a litter faster and his throat wasn't drying up like the Sahara Desert as the door opened and a set of stairs lowered.
His throat grew even dryer when a tall man stepped out of the plane. He wasn't dressed as Zack thought a new alpha coming to meet his new pack would have been dressed. Where there should have been a suit, instead there were tight faded jeans, short sleeved black t-shirt, and black leather boots.
No matter how the man was dressed, though, he was still Zack's alpha and deserved his respect. "Alpha Khenti." Zack nodded when the man reached the bottom of the stairs.
The man pulled down his dark sunglasses with a single finger in the middle of the frame, and peered over the top at edge at Zack. "Afraid not, dog boy."
Zack pressed his lips tightly together. One, he didn't want to open his mouth and give credence to the insult just handed to him, even if it was to deny it. For two, Zack suddenly understood who this man was even if he had never met him before. He was an enforcer.
If he was a council enforcer, Zack could be in a shit load of trouble. No one crossed a council enforcer and lived to tell the tale. It just wasn't a smart thing to do. Zack nodded to the man, trying to seem as unthreatening as he possibly could. At six foot three, that was usually pretty hard to do. With this man, who stood several inches taller than he did, it wasn't so hard.
Zack actually felt a little intimidated.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Zack. I was sent by the Aberdeen Pack to greet the new alpha and take him back to pack territory."
Zack pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled his driver's license out. He handed it to the man, and then waited, hoping that he passed whatever security measures were in place.
The man that held his ID, looked at it for a moment, and then looked at Zack. And then he lifted his wrist to his mouth and began speaking into a bracelet that looked like it was made of black paracord, stating Zack's name and giving his description. Communication device?
The man apparently heard what he wanted to hear because after a moment, he nodded and then handed Zack back his license. Zack breathed a sigh of relief as he placed his ID back into his wallet and then put his wallet back into his back pocket.
He glanced up toward the doorway leading into the airplane, wondering where his new alpha was, and then back to the man just standing there staring at him as if he was waiting for something.
Zack felt like a bug on a windshield. He didn't want to be standing on the tarmac like a damn idiot. He'd rather get the new alpha home and then go off to do—pretty much anything else.
"Well, boys?" came a voice from the doorway, catching Zack's attention. "Are we done measuring the size of our dicks?" One perfectly manicured eyebrow lifted as a smirk crossed the small man's face. "Because I can assure you, mine is bigger."
Zack's jaw started to drop as he gazed up at the man standing at the top of the stairs. He was dressed simply enough—a white button down dress shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He even wore a pair of black biker boots like the enforcer—complete with silver wolf heads on each side.
Zack's jaw continued to unhinge as the man swaggered down the steps, dropping just a little further with each gentle sway of the man's hips. By the time the golden man reached the tarmac, Zack's jaw felt like it rested on his chest.
"I'm Ibenré Khenti, but you may refer to me as Iben." The man held out his hand like he was just a regular guy and not the new alpha of Aberdeen Pack. "I'm the new alpha."
"Alpha, I wanted to—"
Zack's words faded as Iben looked down at the hand the man had wrapped around his arm. Zack's skin felt so warm against his, so alive. Iben could hear the rapid pounding of the man's heart in his chest, hear him swallow as he gathered his courage together. He was pretty sure he could even hear the blood pumping through Zack's veins.
The innocent touch was too much for Iben. After years of denying himself the simplest of touches, and then being faced with a man so beautiful that he made Iben's teeth ache, he could no longer control himself.
Not when Zack was touching him.
Iben growled as his wolf took control. He swung around and grabbed Zack, taking him down to the soft grass as gently, but as swiftly as he could. He was up and over Zack before the man could even let out an exclamation of surprise.
Iben straddled Zack and leaned down to capture the man's mouth with his own in a kiss that fed his hungry soul. Zack's unique taste blasted across his senses like a safety rope to a drowning man.
Iben groaned as he swept his tongue inside of Zack's mouth and began to explore, dipping and licking with his tongue. He grabbed the edges of Zack's shirt and pulled, glorying in the sound of fabric ripping.
The skin that was exposed when Iben tossed the edges of the man's shirt aside was more glorious than even Iben had expected. Muscular pecs and strong abs gave way to a perfect arrow leading to the edge of Zack's jeans. And a small trail of black hair made a trail from Zack's belly button to just under his waistband.
Iben needed to know where that trail led to more than he had ever needed anything in his life. He reached down and unbuttoned Zack's jeans and spread the fabric to the sides, revealing the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Iben's breath caught in his throat as he stroked his fingers over Zack's full, erect cock. He felt Zack's fingers dig into his arms and quickly looked up in alarm. When his eyes met Zack's the man's hands fell away and he tilted his head back, baring his throat.
Iben's wolf howled in victory at Zack's submissive gesture. It was all Iben could do to keep his claws retracted as he unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled out his hard cock. When he leaned in and pressed their cocks together, the need building inside of Iben pulled a deep feral growl from his throat.
"Zack," he whispered as he started stroking his hand over their combined erections. He leaned down and licked a line up the side of Zack's throat, careful to keep from biting Zack. When he claimed his mate, he wanted to do it in a bed, not on the grass for anyone to see them.
But nothing said he couldn't take the edge off right now.
They both needed it. Iben could feel it. Zack was panting softly, his hips flexing as Iben stroked him. The smell of Zack's arousal was so thick that Iben was swimming in it. He licked at Zack's neck again, scraping his teeth over the tender flesh.
Damn, it was all Iben could do not to claim Zack now. His wolf was more than ready. Only the strong scent of Zack's arousal kept the wolf at bay. It was enough to calm the wolf and let them know that their mate was here in their arms.
Soon, Iben promised his wolf. He'd help take the edge off for both of them and then take Zack up to his room and claim him the way both he and his wolf wanted. Zack would be theirs forever.
Just that thought was enough to bring Iben to the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. He wanted Zack to go with him. With that need in mind, Iben stroked harder, faster, moving his thumb over the small slit at the head of Zack's dick.
He sank his teeth into Zack's tender flesh, not enough to break the skin but just hard enough to leave a mark that would tell anyone who saw it that Zack belonged to him. The red mark satisfied his wolf enough to allow Iben control once again.
Iben heard Zack grunt just as his body stiffened. The sweet scent of the man's release filled the air. Iben groaned as his own orgasm was ripped from his body and his own cum joined Zack's, splashing all over their stomachs.
He squeezed their cocks together a few more times and then slumped down over Zack. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he floated in a pleasure filled haze. He had never been more content in his life. He had his pack, a beautiful home, and now he had his mate.
Life was perfect.
"Make sure he is well taken care of" would be words Lieutenant Ryan Devries would live to regret. He was shocked to see Kurt Ackerman's name among the harden criminals he was assigned to bring in for questioning, especially since he knew the man intimately.
Created: November 26, 2012 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Tracking Kurt down and bringing him in was the easy part. Forgetting the look of betrayal on his former lover's face was hard as hell, especially when Ryan’s message for Kurt to be taken care of was used against him by a sadistic officer out to torture Kurt into confessing everything he knows—which isn't much.
Kurt Ackerman was running for his life. When Ryan, the man that left him after one night of bliss, apprehends him and takes him in for questioning, Kurt never expects to survive, let alone see the man again. But when the unit Ryan is working with is ordered to return Kurt to his home planet, the furthest thing on his mind is hooking up with the sexy man again. But forgetting Ryan may be the hardest thing Kurt has ever tried to do, especially when Ryan won't take no for an answer.
Chasing down the men on their most wanted list, Ryan soon discovers that not only is winning back Kurt’s trust an almost impossible mission, but so is the task of stopping the Onyx from hurling past End of the Line and into the unknown
Lieutenant Ryan Devries quickly walked down the corridor of the Council building, wondering why he was being summoned to General Vedic Merrick’s office. Their business with the Lady Blue was finished, the outcome favorable for the general and the crew. All charges had been dropped and the Lady Blue crew, along with the general and his mate, were going on with their lives. Ryan had been released from his assignment and sent back to Tronos. His life in Elite Forced had gone on as well.
Ryan knocked lightly on the door, entering when he heard the general’s deep voice call from the other side. He smiled slightly when he saw the general’s mate, Shane, sitting at a smaller desk behind the general, working diligently.
The man had a lot of catching up to do considering he was from the past. But the small smile on Shane's face as he gave Ryan a little wave told him the man was exactly where he wanted to be.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Ryan asked as he saluted the general.
“At ease, Lieutenant,” the general said as he took a seat behind his desk and waved a hand at a chair on the other side. Ryan took a seat and waited.
“I have orders from Admiral Monroe to execute warrants for a number of people involved in the cover-up and treason against the Federation of United Planets. It seems the list is a little more extensive than any of us had suspected.”
And Ryan had a feeling he was about to be handed that list. Call it a gut feeling, call it knowing the game of handoff, but Ryan could see that the vid-pad currently in the general’s hand was soon going to be in his.
“I want you to take a unit and hunt down these fugitives. I want them brought before the Council to explain their part in this scandal. No one is to be hurt, but by all means, defend yourselves if need be. Just try and bring them in alive if possible. It's kind of inconvenient to question someone with holes in them."
Ryan gave the general a smile he didn't feel. He so did not want this assignment. He was tired of running off all over the universe. He'd like to keep his feet on Tronos for a while.
"Some of the names you will be acquainted with.”
And here comes the pad.
Ryan stretched his arm out to take the small, thin tablet the general was offering him. He took a moment to scan the vid-pad, spotting a very familiar name close to the top of the list. Gregory Tyvak. He was the former Commander Brystan Peirce’s nephew. Former meaning that Ambassador Vystal shot his ass to keep Peirce quiet and made it look like he was saving his son, Commander Remington Vystal.
Junior Officer Gregory Tyvak was the one responsible for setting the Lady Blue crew up in the first place and bringing about their dishonorable discharge. It was all a set-up to get his uncle into power as the commander over the entire Elite Force, a position that should have gone to Commander Remington Vystal. It had all been tied up very neatly that day in front of the full Counsel with Pierce’s death.
As Ryan looked down the list, his jaw clenched. “Sandwan Vyjord had a hand in this?” The Nebulan scum was a thorn in Ryan’s side. Vyjord was the largest black market dealer in the Turok System, but always found a way to get away with his crimes whenever cornered.
The Elite Force could never find anything on his person or his ship. The man always seemed to know just when to play it safe. He was going to be a hard man to track down. Vyjord could fade into the underworld of the black market when he didn’t want to be found.
“Yes." The general nodded. "But he is not a top priority. The top ten people on that list are, though. I expect this to be completed in a timely manner. Although their warrants do not have an expiration date, the Federation of United Planets would like this mess cleared up quickly and quietly.”
Ryan wasn’t sure how quickly he could bring these people in, considering the list was very long, and some of the names on the vid-pad had criminal records longer than the Turok Belt.
"Do I have discretion picking my team?"
"Yes. Pick the best men you can and I'll clear whoever you choose."
Ryan could barely keep from pumping his fist into the air. He much preferred working with men he respected rather than ones he was stuck with. “I will have a unit assembled by the end of the week, sir,” Ryan said as he stood. "Who do I report to, General?"
"Me." With a grim look on his face, General Merrick folded his hands together on the desk. "You report directly to me."
"Understood, sir." Ryan tucked the vid-pad under one arm and saluted with the other. Once the general saluted back, Ryan spun on his booted heel and headed for the door.
“And Lieutenant,” the general said from behind him as Ryan reached the door.
Ryan sighed. He had almost made it out of there. He didn’t need any more duties added to his roster. It was already full enough. “Yes, General?”
“The Elite Force has already suffered a smudge against their name during this whole mess. Try to use tact and decorum when arresting these men and woman.”
Tact and decorum? Was the man serious? Some of these men would try and shoot Ryan on sight rather than be arrested. Ryan gave a tight nod anyway. “Yes, General.”
Had a more perfect male specimen ever been created anywhere in the universe?
"You know, Kurt," Ryan said in a voice full of mirth, "this whole sex thing works a lot better if both of us are naked."
"What?" Kurt frowned as he dragged his eyes away from Ryan's gorgeous body up to his face. The amused smirk on Ryan's face reminded Kurt that he was supposed to be getting undressed. He felt his face flush as he quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off and tossed them aside.
Ryan’s eyes rake over Kurt with such lust that Kurt shivered where he stood. "Now, you're talking."
Kurt squeaked when he was suddenly grabbed and tossed on the bed. He had barely finished bouncing on the mattress before Ryan was on him, pinning his arms over his head as he hovered over the top of Kurt, his mate’s hard cock tapping at Kurt’s thigh.
“You are so damn beautiful, baby."
Kurt's eyebrows shot up. "Me?"
"Yes, you," Ryan said matter-of-factly. "Do you see anyone else in this room?"
So unused to being considered beautiful, Kurt actually glanced around the room just to make sure. Ryan chuckled and lowered himself down until they were chest to chest, thigh to thigh, hard aching cock to hard aching cock.
"You will believe me before this night is through, Kurt."
Kurt didn't think so but he was all about Ryan proving him wrong any way that he could. The sensuous light growing in Ryan's eyes told Kurt that Ryan was just as excited to prove Kurt wrong as Kurt was.
Kurt felt his heart race even faster as Ryan released his hand and reach up to gently touch his throat. Ryan's hands wrapped a good ways around Kurt's throat but the man didn't grip him tight enough to cut off his breathing. Just enough to tilt Kurt's head to one side.
And then Ryan leaned in and licked a line up the side of Kurt's neck, right over his gills. Kurt shuddered as pure radiant pleasure swamped his body. He couldn't believe that Ryan had remembered how much that affected him. It was a well-kept secret among the Lakonian that their gills were a hot spot for them. Just the simplest of touches, or licks, was enough to make Kurt's cock begin to throb painfully between their pressed bodies.
Ryan slowly kissed a trail down Kurt's neck and past his shoulder. The gentle stroke of Ryan's tongue caused a surge of heat to rise within Kurt. He started lifting his hips, grinding his cock into Ryan's. He was pretty sure that Ryan could just lick him to completion. The man wouldn't even have to fuck him. Kurt would just explode.
But damned if he wasn't glad he didn't have to test that theory. Ryan's hands touched him everywhere, every touch, however subtle, was driving Kurt insane. They stroked down the sides of Kurt's body, sending a current of electricity straight through Kurt's to his shaft. Kurt was so hard he was almost afraid that one strong breath would make his cock shatter.
When Ryan moved further down, licking and kissing his way to Kurt's chest, Kurt arched off the bed and a breathless moan escaped his lips. It was guttural and sensual, letting Ryan know exactly what he was doing to Kurt. He just about lost his mind when Ryan ran the tip of his tongue around his nipples, teasing them to hard little nubs and latching on to them, sucking on each one.
"Ryan!" he crooned breathlessly. Ryan's wicked grin was Kurt's undoing. Kurt moved toward Ryan, reaching for him with his arms, impelled almost involuntarily by his own passion. "Please."
Kurt knew exactly what Ryan was asking. It was in the darkening glint in Ryan's needy blue eyes. Ryan needed Kurt to say the words that would bind them together as much as Kurt needed to say them.
"Please, mate, I need to feel you inside of me. I need you to make me yours."
Ryan's eyes dilated as the man inhaled sharply. Kurt suddenly knew he had unleashed something inside of Ryan, something primal and a little bit feral. Ryan might not have been a shifter or an alien species, but his basic instinct to claim his mate had just suddenly taken over the man and it looked like nothing was going to stop him.
Not that Kurt wanted to stop him. He was thrilled beyond reason to see the need to stake a claim in Ryan's eyes. Ryan knew that they were mates now and he was going to make sure that Kurt knew it too.
Kurt spread his legs, glorying in the feeling of Ryan's bigger body settling between them. He tilted his head back, barring his throat to his mate, feeling totally and utterly exposed and at Ryan’s mercy. Kurt wasn't a submissive by any means but even he knew when he was being confronted by an alpha male. Ryan needed to be in charge right now.
Maybe Kurt could be in charge next time.
Kurt reached under the pillow, hoping Ryan still kept his lube under the pillow like he had the last time they were together. He was right. He grabbed the bottle and pulled it out, quickly popping the lid. As he started to pour some out on his fingers he hoped that Ryan would give him the time to stretch himself out. In the single minded fog that Ryan was in right now, he wasn't sure the man had the patience.
Kurt's eyes widened when Ryan growled and grabbed the bottle from him. Before he could protest, Ryan squirted some lube out on his own fingers and then dropped the bottle onto the bed.
Kurt smiled and reached for Ryan's wrist. He guided Ryan’s hand down between his spread legs to his tight little bud, not taking his hand away until he felt a light pressure from the tip of Ryan’s finger against his quivering hole.
Ryan’s wiggled his finger in Kurt’s ass, stretching his opening. Kurt grasped Ryan’s arm and held on as his ring of muscle squeezed down on the invasion. Kurt almost couldn’t breathe through the pleasure that raced through his body with the speed of light as Ryan stretched him.
Kurt hissed as Ryan rubbed over his sweet spot. He hadn't been a virgin when they had fucked before but no one he had ever been with had ever zeroed in one that wonderful pleasure button as quickly as Ryan did. It was like the man had a halo-map right to it.
A Little Bit of Heaven
Hugh Marshall is disgusted when his father gives him an ultimatum. Mate with the daughters of a neighboring pride or lose his baby brother. Hugh decides to run with both of his brothers. He just has to save a family of white Bengal tigers staying in his father's territory before that can happen. Hugh is shocked when he discovers that the sweetest of the men he rescues, Kye Hara, is his mate, and that means Hugh is an alpha.
Created: November 26, 2012 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Forced to run for their lives, Hugh takes his new family and races to the only place he knows they might be safe, the home of another alpha. Stellan Mihos promised him safety, but will that still hold true when the man discovers Hugh is now an alpha in his own right? And just how pissed is he going to be when it's discovered that Stellan's brother and beta, Neumus, is also Hugh's mate? Will he help them or turn them over to those hunting them?
With his family growing every time he turns around, will Hugh be able to keep them all safe from those that want them dead? Or will he lose his new mates before he even has a chance to claim them?
"Alpha Marshall sent me."
Kye liked the deep voice that replied but he did not like the idea that Alpha Marshall sent anyone. Kye hadn't liked the alpha since the moment he met him. The disdainful glare the alpha had given him and his family made Kye's skin crawl.
Considering that he was in another pride's territory, keeping the door shut wasn't an option. He'd have to let the man inside. But that didn't mean he had to do it alone.
"Please wait." Before the man could reply, Kye hurried across the room and knocked on his brother's door. A moment later, a bleary eyed Kumiko answered the door a moment later, rubbing his eyes. Kye didn't even wait for his brother to say anything. He just grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him toward the door. "Hurry, Kumiko, the alpha has sent someone to speak with us."
Kumiko's eyes were huge as he looked down at Kye and then at the door. "Alpha Marshall?"
"At this hour?"
"Yes." Kye made a shooing motion with his hands. "Now go. I'll wake Yuji."
Kye heard his older brother stumble toward the door as he hurried to the room he shared with his other brother, Yuji. There were three of them, and Kye was the youngest of all of them. Kumiko was the oldest and Yuji was born second. They still treated Kye like the baby of the family even though he was twenty three years old.
"Yuji, wake up and get dressed."
"Wake me in a couple of hours," Yuji murmured as he tried to bury his head in his blankets. "It's not even light out yet."
Kye rolled his eyes and hurried to get Yuji's clothes together, and then tossed them onto his brother's twin bed. "Get dressed, Yuji. Alpha Marshall sent men to talk with us."
"What?" Yuji exclaimed as he jack knifed in bed. He blinked, and then rubbed his eyes, then blinked again. "He did what?"
"Alpha Marshall sent some men to talk to us. I suspect our time here in this town has come to an end." Kye pulled his faded jeans up his legs and then buttoned them before reaching for his sweater. "Get dressed and help me gather our stuff. I don't know how much time we have before they kick us out."
As soon as Kye was dressed, he rushed around the room and gathered their stuff, shoving it into the bags they had brought. He had done this before. He knew the routine. Grab the most important items first—their identification, laptops, their crafts and supplies, and their money. After that came the clothes and hygiene items. They weren't as important as their craft items.
While his brother was getting dressed, Kye set the packed bags on the bed and crept over to the door. He cracked it open and peeked through the small slit in the door to the main room of their hotel suite.
Three men stood talking with his brother, Kumiko, and they were the biggest men Kye had ever seen. Kumiko looked like a child standing next to them, which would make Kye look like a toddler as he was several inches shorter than his brother.
Kye paled when he realized one of the men was looking directly at him. He'd been caught, plain and simple. He felt his face go from ashen to pink. He glanced over his shoulder at his brother to see him tying his shoes. Good, they could run if they had to. It wouldn't be anything new. They had had to do it before.
Kye never understood that.
They followed the rules set down by the council. They never went into another alpha's territory without presenting themselves and requesting the customary five day leave time. Usually, they were allowed to stay for the allotted time but a couple of times they had immediately been run out of town. Once, they had actually been hunted as they ran.
Kye really hoped this wasn't such an occasion.
Kye opened the door and stepped out, hoping to learn what was going on. The more prepared he was, the easier it would be to escape. As he stepped into the small hallway between the room he shared with Yuji and Kumiko's room, he ran smack into the hardest wall he had ever hit. Large hands grabbed him before he could fall back onto the floor.
"Whoa, I have you."
Kye's eyes snapped up at the deeply rumbled tone, and then up some more. He had to tilt his head all of the way back to see into the large man's face. "My apologies," Kye said quickly, afraid he was about to be squashed like a bug. "I was not looking where I was…going."
Gods, what was that wonderful smell?
It was divine. Kye sniffed the air. He glanced around, sniffing some more as he tried to pinpoint exactly where that intoxicating scent was coming from. He had never smelled anything so wonderful in his life. It was like a combination of mountain air and jasmine.
"No apologies needed, little bit." The man chuckled. "I hope I didn't hurt you."
"No, not at all." Kye smiled as much as he could considering the state he was in. His skin was suddenly tight and itching. He felt an almost overwhelming need to rub his hands up and down his arms. "Please, excuse me. I must speak with my brother."
And find out where that wonderful scent was coming from.
When Kye went to step around the massive wall of flesh standing in front of him, he realized that he couldn't. The man's shoulders were almost as wide as the hallway. Kye felt flustered. There was no way that he could move the man on his own. And if the stranger decided not to move, Kye couldn't do anything about it.
"Excuse me, please," Kye tried again. His mother always said politeness was best when in a tough situation, and they didn't get much tougher than this.
"My apologies this time, little bit." The man slid to the side but there was still barely enough room for Kye to squeeze past. "I was just a little astonished that you have no scent. I was under the impression that you were a white Bengal tiger."
Kylle's breath caught in his throat as he slowly raised his widened eyes to the man standing beside him. He licked his lips as he tried to form the words that where hanging on his tongue.
"You"—Kye suddenly had a fist sized lump in his throat—"you can't smell me?"
After the door closed behind Stellan, Kye turned to look at Hugh, curiosity practically burning a hole through him. "So, how do we do this?"
Hugh tilted his brow, looking at Kye uncertainly. "You don't know?"
"Not a clue."
"You've never had sex?"
Kye swung around at the sound of Neumus's voice, and then he almost swallowed his tongue. Neumus had shifted back to his human form and he was standing across the room totally start ass naked.
And gods, he was fucking gorgeous, all rippling muscles and darkly tanned skin. He was tall and handsome, with a beautiful proportioned body. And the rest of him—even as Kye watched, Neumus's cock thickened and rose up into the air.
"Well, that’s a damn good start." Hugh chuckled.
Kye's eyes almost popped out of his head as Neumus grinned and started across the room. The man's powerful well-muscled body moved with an easy grace as if he was comfortable in his skin, and comfortable being naked in a room with two men that were practically strangers. Kye didn't know if he would feel quite so relaxed being naked. In fact, he was pretty sure he wouldn't.
When Hugh pulled his shirt off and tossed it over a nearby chair, Kye could only stand there and stare. He didn't look like either of his mates and he could see the way that Neumus was watching Hugh as the man stripped. There was a heat in Neumus's eyes that threatened to ignite into a burning flame at any second.
By the time that Hugh was just as naked at Neumus, and the two men stood side by side as they looked expectantly at him, Kye was so nervous he thought he might puke. His stomach was doing flip flops and his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest.
"You're turn, little bit."
"I'm good." Kye let out a nervous little laugh. "You two go ahead and start without me."
"Nu uh." Hugh shook his head. "It doesn't work that way, little bit. I have to claim both of you, which means we all need to be naked."
When Hugh and Neumus started stalking him, Kye backed up, feeling like prey. The feral gins on their faces, while somewhat exciting, was also scary as hell. Kye squeaked when he felt himself run into the wall and realized that he had no avenue of escape.
Hugh and Neumus surrounded him. Hugh was pressed against his front. Neumus was pressed against his back. If they hadn't smelled so damn good and felt so damn right, Kye would have felt claustrophobic being crushed between the two large men.
"I…err…" Kye licked his suddenly dry lips. He had never been in this particular position before, not unless he was about to get his ass kicked, and Kye really didn't think that was what they had planned.
On the either hand, he didn't have a fucking clue what they had planned. His sexual experience consisted of jerking off to some nude pictures he found in a magazine. Until last night, he'd never even been kissed.
It wasn't that he didn't find other men attractive, or was found attractive himself. He had just never found anyone that he really wanted to be intimate with. Sex seemed like a very personal thing, something only to be shared with someone special, not something to be given out to just any man. But the two guys surrounding him were not just any men either. They were his mates.
"This has to come off, little bit," Hugh said as he pulled the towel from around Kye's waist. "You won't need—holy mother of mercy!"
Kye winced and glanced down. Hugh was just staring at him.
"Baby," Hugh said slowly, hesitantly, licking his lips in between words, "have you always been this big?"
Kye was pretty sure that the blush that suddenly flushed his skin went all of the way down to his toes. He reached down and covered his groin, not that it did him any good. Hugh and Neumus were staring at him and it was causing Kye's cock to stiffen and rise up toward his bellybutton like a steel pipe.
Gods, he was so fucking embarrasses.
"That is…" Neumus whimpered. "That is the most impressive cock I have ever seen."
"It's magnificent," Hugh murmured.
Kye felt like a bug under glass. Or a fish in a glass bowl. Either description would describe how exposed he felt in that moment. This was one of the major reasons that he never bathed in front of his brothers or even walked from the bathroom to his bedroom without something covering him.
People gawked. His brothers had done it a couple of times until they realized that Kye was embarrassed. After that that, they never said another word. But they still knew, and Kye would sometimes see them staring at his groin in confusion as if they couldn't understand how a man as small as him could have a ten inch cock.
Kye didn't have a clue.
More than once, Kye had wished he was a smaller more respectable size, like maybe six inches or something, and not the massive ten inch long, two inch thick monstrosity that hung between his legs.
"I want me some of that," Neumus groaned.
Before Kye could protest, his hands were pulled away from his cock and held to his sides. The next thing he knew, Hugh had leaned forward and swallowed the tip of his cock. Kye groaned, shuddered as his eyes slide closed. The warmth surrounding the head of his cock was unlike anything he had ever felt.
"You like that, baby?" Neumus asked.
Kye could only nod as every muscle in his body tenses and then relaxed, only to tense right back up when Hugh began swallowing more of his length.
"Open your eyes, baby," Neumus murmured. "Watch your alpha."
Kye reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced down, not sure of what he'd see. A full body shudder shook him as he watched Hugh wrap his lips around the head of Kye's cock. Hugh began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed.
Neumus's hands slid down Kye's arms and then circled around to pull them up over his head. He wrapped his hands around Kye's midriff and began to slowly move them up over Kye's abdomen and chest.
A tingling began in the pit of Kye's stomach. Neumus was touching him, stroking his skin like it was fine silk. At the same time, Hugh was moving his head back and forth, sucking on Kye's cock like a dripping Popsicle.
Kye bit his lip to stifle his outcry of delight. The way that Neumus touched him sent an involuntary shill through him. But combined with the sweet suction on his cock and Kye thought he might pass out. His heart was beating so fast in his chest his lungs could barely keep up.
Heart & Soul
Marc Duggon was on a mission. He knew that Lowell Erickson was up to no good and he was determined to prove it. It was the only way he could keep his friends safe. But Marc has no idea that breaking into the man's lavish estate would give him someone else to protect.
Created: November 26, 2012 | Posts: 0 | Author: stormyglenn
Jasper was a blood slave. He had been a blood slave longer than he could remember. His life was hell, a serious of beatings and being an unwilling donor to a coven of blood thirsty vampires. It sucked, especially when the prince of his coven decides Jasper is no longer useful and sells him to the highest bidder. But the man waiting for him after the auction is not new master Jasper expects.
One, he's human.
Two, he's the sexiest damn man Jasper has ever seen and his blood calls to Jasper's heart and soul.
Three, Jasper isn't so sure that Marc is his new master.
Marc fights for their freedom like a man possessed, promising Jasper everything he ever dreamed of, but Jasper hesitates to believe all of the things Marc tells him, especially when the man agrees to do something Jasper never expects. But believing Marc's outlandish tales won't mean a thing if they can't escape the most vicious vampire prince the world has ever known
After checking for noise, Marc pushed the door open and stepped inside. He had been expecting another storage room.
He was wrong.
The room was surrounded on three sides by couches, and they were fancy looking couches. The cushions were as white as snow but the actual frames were gilded in gold. Marc had seen something like this in a museum in France. There wasn't enough money in the world to make him sit in one of the fragile couches. He didn't want to end up on the floor on his ass.
The third wall was covered in a deep crimson red curtain that fell all of the way to the floor. It drew Marc like a beacon. He didn't know what he would find behind the curtain, and he was almost afraid to find out. But he had to know.
Marc stepped over to the deep bloodred cloth and parted it just enough to see inside the small room attached. There was light but it seemed to be coming from a room beyond the curtained room. The room he was staring into was dark enough that Marc felt safe stepping through the crimson veil. He made sure that the curtain was closed behind him and didn't cast any light into the small closed off room.
When he turned, he marveled at what he was seeing. It was a viewing room or some sort. A chair sat central in the room, a small table next to it with a small console with a big black button in the middle of it.
The far wall was made of glass from about midpoint up the wall all of the way to the ceiling. Through the glass, Marc could see at least five other windows such as his, even if he could not see the occupants. In the center of all the viewing rooms was what looked like some sort of raised platform, like a stage.
Marc crouched down on the floor and searched his backpack for his night vision goggles. Peaking just over the edge of the partition, he looked at the other rooms. Three of the five rooms were vacant. The other two had men sitting in the chairs in the middle of the rooms.
He really hoped whoever was in them couldn't see him.
Marc winced when the ceiling light in the middle of the viewing rooms suddenly came on. He quickly dropped his night vision goggles and dropped back down behind the partition. He took a moment to rub his aching eyeballs and then peeked back over the edge and through the glass again.
What he saw sent shivers of rage through Marc. It was obvious from one look that the two men entering the room were vastly different. One was a guard and one was not. The guard was dressed in black leather with an automatic rifle in his hands.
The young man, however, was dressed in a long flowing crimson red cape, about the same color as the curtains behind Marc. Marc didn't understand why the man just stood there when the guard pulled his hood back and then pulled the cloak from his body until he saw the man's bound hands.
And holy fuck, the man was stark ass naked.
He was rather slim but Marc could see a few muscles here and there. His skin was alabaster white, as if he had never seen sunlight before. Marc wasn't able to make out the man's eye color but he did notice the collar length mocha-brown hair.
Marc didn't even want to look any further than that considering that the man was obviously a prisoner, but he couldn't help himself. His jaw dropped when he caught sight of the very nice flaccid cock hanging from the man's hairless groin. Oh hell, did they shave the man before putting him on display?
Who were these fuckers?
He clenched his teeth as the man's bound hands were drawn above his head and placed over a hook hanging from the ceiling. The guard stepped back into the shadows and the small platform began to slowly spin. It was no doubt meant to give each viewer time to peruse the merchandise.
Marc blinked in shock as a voice came over the loud speaker and began presenting the merchandise for the viewers.
"Jasper is AB negative due to the absence of his proteins A, B, and Rh. As only 1% of the human population has an AB Negative blood type, Jasper is considered quite a rare find. To add to his resume, Jasper has no human chemicals in his system. He does not smoke, drink, or do drugs of any kind. As he has been kept in virtual isolation by his former master, his system is clean of any human influence."
"The bidding will begin at one hundred thousand dollars."
Whoever was in control of this place was auctioning the man hanging from a hook in the middle of the ceiling off to the highest bidder. And two things were readily apparent. One, Jasper was human. Two, he was being auctioned off as a blood slave.
"The biding is now at one hundred and fifty thousand. Do I hear one seventy five?"
Marc couldn't allow this to happen. No matter what his mission was, he couldn't just stand by and watch some poor man being sold off. It went against everything he fought for, everything he believed in.
There had to be a way for Marc to rescue Jasper, and if not continue his mission, at least escape with his life intact, and hopefully Jasper's, too. He just had to figure out exactly how to accomplish both objectives without getting either of them killed.
"The bidding is now at two hundred thousand," the voice over the loud speaker stated. "Do I hear two hundred and fifty thousand?"
Marc was really starting to hate that voice.
He dropped down behind the partition wall again and grabbed for his backpack. He had packed light when he went on this mission, assuming it would only involve reconnaissance. But he wasn't stupid.
He always brought a few toys from home.
"You are playing with fire, moron. I’m not a monster like them, but you are tempting a newly turned bloodsucker." Jasper inwardly cringed at what he had just called himself, but he had to make Marc see what he was doing to Jasper. He was only hum—Crap, not anymore. Now he had something else to add to his crappy-things-that-happened-to-him-list. It seemed to be growing pretty damn fast lately.
"It's okay, Jasper. You're not taking from me or forcing me to do anything I don't want to do," Marc said as he turned his head and barred his throat to Jasper. "I'm offering."
Jasper groaned as the pulse in Marc's throat called to him. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was more than he could ignore, especially when Marc seemed so willing. Jasper leaned forward and scraped his fangs along the arch of Marc's neck.
As he sank his fangs into Marc's skin, he heard as well as felt the low moan that rolled up the man's throat. Marc's hands tightened on Jasper's arms as Jasper began to suck, hot, delicious, and soul satisfying blood splashing across his tongue.
Jasper could feel the life giving nutrients of Marc's blood sink into his cells, bringing them back to life, invigorating them. The rush to his system was overwhelming. His heart jolted and his pulse began pounding. The very air around him seemed electrified.
He could feel Marc's heart thudding against his own, the man's body tensing. Jasper froze as his senses leapt to life. He could smell Marc's blood, taste it on his tongue. But there was something else in the air, something more.
When Marc groaned and moved Jasper to the cradle of his thighs, Jasper knew, and he gloried in Marc's reaction. He had never been aroused by any vampire that fed from him. Maybe it was different for Marc since the man was offering his blood instead of having in forced from him.
Jasper could only hope so.
He reached down and palmed Marc's hard erection through the tattered material covering him. Marc groaned and flinched away. For a moment, Jasper thought he had read things wrong, that Marc wasn't turned on by being bitten, until he felt Marc's hand move his and then the man started humping against him.
Still, Jasper was confused by Marc's reaction. He quickly withdrew his teeth and licked the bite mark closed, not wanting Marc to continue bleeding. And then he raised his head to look down into Marc's face.
"I'm a little tender down there, baby. That fucking blond vampire with the scar down his cheek tried to kick my nuts up into my throat."
"Is that his name?"
Jasper nodded and glanced down toward Marc's crotch. He was surprised to find that even with the low light, he could see Marc perfectly. And he was right. There were bruises on the skin that Jasper could see through the torn fabric. If Victor damaged Marc’s goodies, Jasper was going to hunt the man down and rip his balls from his body. He was horny, but he wasn’t a bastard. If Marc couldn’t do anything, Jasper wouldn’t force the man.
"You should have said something."
"Jasper." Marc sounded really exasperated. "I can understand you licking my cuts but I wasn't about to ask you to lick my balls."
Jasper smirked as he glanced up at Marc. "Why not? I would have enjoyed it. And I can guarantee you would have too." He hoped, considering he had never licked a nut in his life. But for Marc…yeah, buddy.
He didn't wait for Marc's reply, which he was sure would be slow in coming as Marc's jaw had dropped open. Jasper moved down so that he was kneeling between Marc's legs. He carefully removed the fabric that covered Marc's injured flesh, wincing when he saw the bruising. Damn, that had to hurt. “I think you have redefined blue balls, Marc.”
“Thanks, I think.”
Jasper leaned down and lick a long line from the bottom of Marc's balls up to the tip of his cock. Hmm, salty.
"Oh fuck, Jasper."
Jasper grinned wickedly at the man. Oh, yeah, he had put that look of total desire on Marc’s face. Jasper would have gotten up to do a happy dance if he didn’t have Marc’s nuts presently at his lips.
Jasper started his crusade to fix Marc balls, licking them several times before soaking each small globe into his mouth. He wanted to insure that every inch of abused flesh was well healed before he moved on. When Marc's sac pulled up tight against his body, Jasper knew it was time to move on.
He may not have any experience with a man, but he had plenty with his hand. He knew the signs of an impending orgasm when he saw one. Jasper hadn't a clue what he was doing, but he did have a very active imagination. He had plenty of time in the fucking dark to envision all sorts of things, even naughty thoughts at times. There just never was a face, because hell if he was imagining one of the vampires as he got himself off.
But now he had a face, and what a damn handsome face it was.
He began by licking up each side of Marc's cock, making sure he covered each inch of the massive shaft with his tongue. When Marc's cock began to pulse and jerk, Jasper sucked the tip into his mouth.
The taste of pre-cum exploded on Jasper's tongue and he knew he wanted more. Marc's seed tasted just as good as his blood. Using his tongue, Jasper licked at the tender depression beneath the mushroomed shaped head and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit at the top, licking away the salty taste of Marc’s desires. He enveloped the hard flesh and began to suck earnestly, swallowing Marc's cock until it hit the back of his throat.
Fighting his gag reflex, Jasper nuzzled in the wiry curls tickling his nose before licking his way back up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor more of Marc's pre-cum. As he swallowed without trouble, Jasper felt a large hand on his head and looked up to see Marc gazing down at him.
"Baby, I—" Marc groaned as his head fell back.
Jasper felt the muscled thighs beneath his hand tense and knew what Marc was trying to tell him. He recognized the signs of Marc's approaching orgasm and was more than ready to swallow Marc's release.
He took Marc's hard cock fully into his mouth in one swift move and sucked ferociously. Marc came with an incoherent, hoarse shout, filling Jasper's mouth. Jasper swallowed greedily, savoring the salty sweet taste of Marc's seed.
Damn, he had done it!