Saturday, September 29, 2012

Finished & Submitted - Dangerous Desires (Tri Omega Mates 7)

Tri Omega Mates 7
Siro Castilian worked undercover in the hunter militia. When he learns of a mission to wipe out his mate’s entire pack, he races to warn Conner McGregor in time. But warning Conner and getting the man to believe him are two different things–especially when Conner doesn’t believe Siro about them being mates and shoots him. Now, how’s he supposed to convince him?
Conner McGregor wanted to believe the hunter that warned him about the impending attack but he learned early in life not to trust anyone. Besides, everyone knew that mates were found by scent and Siro didn’t have the mate scent. In fact, he had no scent at all. So, the hunter had to be lying. Right?
Yuri Miroslav is enraged when he tracks down his mate and finds him shot and bleeding. He has to help him escape the hunters before he can prove to the man that they are mates. Even then he can’t claim Siro because the man is a Tri Omega and their other mate is not only dangerous, he’s a McGregor, and everyone knows someone from the McGregor pack can’t be trusted.
When Siro, Yuri, and Conner come together, it’s dangerous for all of them. Betrayal, mistrust, and violence follow them everywhere they go. If they can learn to stand together instead of alone, they might have a chance of living through the mess they are pulled into. If not, they are in danger of losing more than their lives. They are in danger of losing each other. 
"Are you going to tell me what has you so upset?"
"Not hardly." Conner McGregor was casually amused by the question. Leyland Summers was always trying to make sure everyone around him was happy as he was. It was like the man's mission in life or something. Conner just didn't want to be one of Leyland's pet projects.
"It might help to talk about it."
"Says the man with two mates," Conner snickered.
"So, it's because you're not getting laid on a regular basis?" Leyland asked. "Is that why you're in such a foul mood?"
Conner rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter. He held his coffee cup in both hands and took a long sip, anything to keep from having to answer the little Tri Omega. He liked Leyland well enough but not enough to talk about his sex life or lack there of.
If wasn't for the fact that Leyland's two very large mates would wipe the floor with him, Conner would have told Leyland exactly how he felt about talking about his sex life. It was a subject totally off limits in his book.
"I'm just trying to help, Conner."
Conner sighed. "I know, Leyland."
Leyland frowned and chewed on the end of his thumb, which was actually a good look for the man. Conner imagined it pretty much got him whatever he wanted where his mates were concerned. Jake McAlester and Lucas Jones had absolutely no resistance to one of Leyland's pouty looks.
"Maybe we could have a party," Leyland said suddenly, his smile brightening. "We could invite some of the surrounding wolf packs. You could meet someone there."
"Leyland, I appreciate your concern over my sex life but it's just that, my sex life."
Conner rolled his eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own date, thank you very much."
Leyland frowned again. "I just want to make you feel better, to make you feel more comfortable here."
"Leyland, you can read people." A feat which still freaked Conner out a bit. "Do I seem like I'm uncomfortable here?"
"No, but—"
"I'm fine, Leyland, just a bit envious."
"Of me?" Leyland's hand fluttered at his neck.
"More of the relationship you have with Jake and Lucas. I think I'm even jealous of Brom, Daniel, and Jaryn." Conner chuckled. "Minus the kids, of course."
Leyland's expression stilled and grew serious. "You don't like kids?"
"I love kids." He smiled. Leyland's reaction amused Conner. "As long as they belong to someone else."
"I think it's been great having Brom's kids here. Cailin and Iain are so cute and they bring Jake and Lucas to their knees every time."
A burst of laughter fell from Conner's mouth before he could stop it. "And you don't? I've seen you use that pouty little look on your mates more than once. It gets you whatever you want."
Leyland grinned and tossed back his light brown hair with his hand. He didn't look the least bit repentant. "It's a gift."
"Its manipulation and you damn well know it."
"It works, doesn't it?" Leyland chuckled.
Conner opened his mouth to say something to Leyland about manipulating his mates when the phone rang. He reached over Leyland's head and grabbed the phone hanging on the wall and brought it to his ear.
"Wolfrik Ranch."
"You're in danger," a low masculine voice whispered through the phone.
Conner's eyebrows shot up in surprise. That wasn't something he heard every day. "Excuse me?"
"You're in danger," the voice whispered again, "you and the man with you."
"Who is this?" Conner ground the question out through clenched teeth. He didn't like mysterious voices but he liked cryptic messages even less.
"You're life is in danger, Conner."
Conner stiffened, feeling a deep dark cold crawl down his spine. "How do you know who I am?"
"Conner?" a small voice wobbled next to him.
Conner glanced over at Leyland when the man grabbed his arm. He started to shake his head to tell Leyland to be quiet. He needed to figure out who in the hell was calling him, and why.
And then he spotted a red laser dot on Leyland's forehead.
Conner whipped around to look out the kitchen window, trying to spot who ever had a laser light pointed at Leyland's head. He couldn't see anything except green fields of grass surrounded by rolling hills covered in trees. There wasn't a person in sight.
"Conner!" The voice over the phone was getting harsher but still spoke in a whisper. "You're not listening to me. You and the man you are with are in danger. You must get out of there."
"Who is this?" Conner demanded again, anger beginning to lace his voice. He started to feel a prickling along his skin as if all of the hairs were starting to stand up. If he didn't know better, Conner would have thought that he had some sort of premonition because it felt like something was coming, something bad.
"Consider me a friend," the voice replied.
"I like knowing the names of my friends."
"Just get out of there. You're not safe."

“Oh, baby, have I got a surprise for you.”
Yuri’s eyes dropped to the erection pushing against Siro’s jeans. “I’ve seen that surprise before.”
Oh, the poor man. He had no clue.
“Come with me.” Siro grabbed Yuri’s hand and pulled him to the edge of the bed they had been sharing for the last few nights. While nothing too intimate had occurred between them, Siro hadn’t been able to deny Yuri’s need to cuddle at night. He even put up with finding Yuri curled around him every morning.
It made Yuri happy.
And that made Siro happy.
Who knew?
Siro pulled Yuri to a stop at the edge of the bed and reached for the buttons on his shirt. He was actually a couple of inches taller than Yuri, which brought the man’s forehead about to Siro’s chin. Still, the man was no slouch. Yuri had muscles to spare, and miles of golden tanned skin that Siro had the urge to lick.
Siro took the time to explore Yuri’s silky skin as he pushed the shirt from the man’s wide shoulders. Once the shirt dropped to the floor, Siro stroked his hands down over Yuri’s thick shoulders to his muscled chest.
“I like this,” he said as he pushed his fingers through the short curly hair on the man’s pectoral muscles. There was just a smattering of small curly hairs spread out over his chest and then trailing down to a narrow arrow that led under the edge of the man’s waistband.
Two lightly brown hued round disks nestled in all of that dark hair caught Siro’s attention. He kept his eyes locked with Yuri’s as he leaned down and nipped at one. Yuri’s nostrils flared but not a sound escaped the man’s tight lips.
That would change.
Siro leaned over and nipped at the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth between his teeth. Yuri stiffened but yet again, not a sound escaped his mouth. Siro mentally shrugged. Maybe Yuri wasn’t a nipple man. Not everyone was.
But he didn’t know a man on the planet that would turn down a set of warm lips wrapped around his cock. Siro slid down to the floor and reached for Yuri’s boots. He heard Yuri chuckle when he pulled one boot off and tossed it over his shoulder, and then the other one.
Yuri’s laughter stopped when Siro reached for the zipper on the man’s jeans. The bulge in his pants pulsed and grew as Siro slowly pulled the zipper down to reveal one of the prettiest cocks he had ever seen. It was thick, long, and dripping.
He had not faired bad in the mate department. Yuri was a golden god with dark jet black hair that curled lightly around his head and fell to his shoulders in gentle waves. His azure blue eyes dominated his face, making his square jaw and strong cheekbones stand out.
He was stunning.
Siro pushed himself to his feet and pointed to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Yuri arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Siro grinned and reached for the edge of his cotton shirt. He pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor, unconcerned with where it fell. Yuri just stood there and stared until Siro paused.
Yuri’s eyes widened for a moment and then his face flushed as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. Siro smirked as the man scrambled to get on the bed.  Yuri was in for more than a few surprises. He had plans for his mate–a lot of plans.
Siro waited until Yuri got settled on his back in the middle of the bed then pushed his boots off his feet, kicking them away. He could feel the full weight of his mate’s intense stare as he shimmed out of his jeans.
Once he was naked, Siro raised his eyes to meet Yuri’s lust filled ones. The heat in his mate’s eyes warmed Siro as nothing ever had. His breath hitched in his throat, stealing the words he had been about to speak.
He went with action instead.
Siro grabbed his hard cock and gave it a long slow stroke. He saw the intense Yuri became aware of what he was doing. The man’s eyes dropped to his cock and a soft flush filled his face. But it was the way that Yuri’s cock pulsed and jerked that drew Siro’s attention.
“Do you like what you see, Yuri?” Siro gave his cock another long stroke from root to tip and then back down again. His balls felt heavy, achy. The need to sink his shaft into Yuri’s welcoming body was almost overwhelming.
But he had to take it slow, no matter how much control it took. Yuri had never been on the receiving end and Siro would curl up and die if he made this experience uncomfortable for his mate.
Yuri’s breathing seemed to stutter in his chest the more he watched Siro caressing himself, which told Siro a lot of things. Yuri enjoyed watching. It would be good if they were ever able to settle things with their other mate.
The other thing that Yuri’s erratic breathing told Siro was that the man was not unaffected as he wanted to appear. And considering what Siro had in store for the man, that was a really good thing.
Siro dropped his hand from around his cock and climbed onto the end of the bed, tossing a tube of lube down next to the man. He slowly climbed his way up until he hovered over the top of Yuri, his hands planted on either side of the man’s head and his body nestled between Yuri’s thighs.
“You’re going to like this,” Siro whispered. “Promise.”

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Finished & Submitted - Finding Frankie


Mech Warrior 1

Ten years ago, a virus swept the planet, killing millions. Just as the human population was starting to recover from that disaster, mechanical aliens invaded Earth looking for iron–and they had no problem exterminating the human race to get it.

Anthony Roarke lost his lover in the first wave of the virus. Frankie’s family secreted him away in a cryogenics facility until a cure could be found. But that was before the mechs invaded.

Roarke has searched for Frankie since the day he disappeared. Once word reaches him that Frankie has been located, Roarke wastes no time in going after his lover. But brining Frankie into the new world might cost him more than his sanity. It might cost him his life.

Erotic, Futuristic, SciFi, M/M Romance


"Damn, baby. You're the hottest fucking thing in this place."

Frankie laughed and leaned back into the tall muscular body behind him, wiggling his hips against the hard cock he could feel pressing into his ass. There were a lot of hotter looking guys in the club than him, but Frankie was glad his lover thought he was the sexiest.

Holding Roark's interest was at the top of Frankie's priority list.

Detective Anthony Roark was a walking wet dream, and Frankie was just lucky enough to be the man the detective was interested in. How that had come about, Frankie would never know, but he also wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Roark wanted him, the handsome man could have him—for as long as he wanted.

Frankie stifled a groan when he felt Roark's hands move down his chest to grab his hips. Roark was driving him nuts, and had been for hours. Apparently, the man was on a mission to see how long Frankie could hold out before attacking him.

It wouldn't be long.

They had been dancing for the past two hours. And that was after going out to a romantic dinner together. Frankie knew that they were celebrating their one year anniversary. He just hadn't known that Roark would remember it. Most guys didn't.

After all of the years Frankie had spent trying to find Mr. Right, the sexy detective had fallen into his lap—literally.

Roark had been shot on the job, trying to apprehend a suspect in a bank robbery. He had ended up in Frankie's emergency room. Frankie had gone into the exam room to take Roark's vitals and the man had tried to sit up and almost fallen off the bed. Frankie had rushed forward and caught the detective before he could hit the floor.

Frankie was always a little confused about what had prompted Roark to pursue him. He was a male nurse, and worked a lot of long hours. He didn't have a ton of friends, but a few, but he also wasn't a party animal or someone that slept around.

Of course, he had been hit on before and tried to keep things professional between him and Roark, assuming the guy was either high on pain meds or looking for a quick piece of ass. Not too many men that looked like the detective tried to date Frankie.

Roark had seemed to be on a mission though. He started coming by the emergency room more and more often, always searching Frankie out. After one night when he dropped by the ER to see Frankie, he had cornered him in one of the exam rooms. After kissing Frankie until his head spun, Roark had stolen his cell phone and erased every damn number in there before programming his number in under boyfriend.

Frankie had been pissed for days, and then amused when Roark started dropping by more and more often, sometimes bringing Frankie dinner. Other times, Roark just brought him flowers. After four weeks of constant attention, and some good natured razzing from his friends, Frankie had finally given in and agreed to go out on a date with Roark.

The rest was history.

They had dated for the last year and now they were celebrating. Frankie was pretty sure that Roark was going to ask him to move in. At least, that's what he was hoping would happen. As it was, he spent more time at Roark's house than he did his own. It only made sense that they would share an apartment together.

And Frankie had no reservations about saying yes. He loved Roark and he knew Roark loved him. They spent all of their free time together and had been a public item to their friends and co-workers for over six months. It was time to move their relationship to the next level.

"We should head home pretty soon, baby," Roark murmured into Frankie's ear. Frankie grinned when Roark squeezed his ass. "I want a piece of this tight little ass before the clock strikes midnight."

Frankie tilted his head back to peer up into Roark's smoky grey eyes. "Afraid I'll turn into a pumpkin?"

Roark's eyes twinkled in the flashing lights hanging over the dance floor. "Na uh, my fairy godmother promised me that the handsome prince would be mine as long as I claimed him by midnight."

Roark was a dork, but gods, he was Frankie's dork. Frankie grinned and grabbed Roark's hand as he started backing off the dance floor, bumping into more than one person along the way.

"Then I guess we'd better get going before my—ouch." Frankie frowned as he grabbed his arm right where it met his shoulder. That had hurt. He felt like something had poked him but…"Oh, I don't feel so good."

Frankie grabbed his head as his vision suddenly started to blur. His stomach was clenching, trying to rebel. He thought he might actually be sick.


"Roark, I don't—" Frankie's tongue felt like it was swelling in his mouth, making it hard to talk. He slapped his hand over his mouth when his gums started to throb. What the fuck was happening to him?

"Frankie, what's wrong?"

Frankie tried to lift his eyes to see Roark. The man sounded frantic. But his eyelids felt so heavy. It was an effort to keep them open at all, not that it did him much good. He could barely see out of them as it was. Everything was going hazy and dark, almost a deep grey color.

"Ro-Roark!" Frankie tried to scream but all he heard was a desperate whimper come out of his mouth as his legs gave out beneath him and he started to slide to the floor. He felt someone catch him and he was pretty sure it was Roark, but he couldn't be positive.

"Frankie, baby, come on. You can't leave me." Roark's voice had taken on a desperate pitch. "Frankie?"

"Roark," Frankie whispered as his head rolled back on the man's arm. "I…what…"

Frankie heard Roark's cries as his vision darkened. He tried to lift his hand to caress his lover's cheek but his arms felt like dead weight, like they were filled with lead. He barely had enough strength to continue breathing.

"Frankie! Frankie, baby," Roark cried out. "Come on, Frankie. Open your eyes. Come back to me. Frankie!"


"Tell me you love me, Anthony."

It wasn't often that Frankie used Roark's first name so he wasn't sure if the surprise he saw in the man's eyes came from that or from what he said. But the tears that filled them were unmistakable.

"I love you, Frankie," Roark choked out.

Frankie clasped Roark's face between his hands and drew the man closer. "Then show me," he whispered just before settling his lips against Roark's. He swept his tongue across Roark's frozen lips. They parted with a deep sigh from Roark. Frankie pressed his advantage and swept his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern.

The first tentative kiss was gentle, sweet, and almost chaste. Frankie felt Roark open to him and bent lower, mating their mouths together, exploring Roark's mouth. Their lips parted, only for a brief moment.

When their lips met again, it wasn't the slow tender and gentle kiss it had been before. This time it was out of control, frantic, needy. Frankie felt Roark's groan as a tingle in the pit of his stomach.

He felt the man's hands grab at him, holding onto Frankie's hips like Roark thought he might escape. Except that Frankie had no intention of trying to escape. He had no intention of going anywhere. He was right where he wanted to be—wrapped in Roark's arms.

"Frankie, baby," Roark whispered against his lips, "please. It's been so long. Let me touch you. Please."

Since Roark was already holding onto his hips, Frankie had a pretty good idea that wasn't what the man was referring to. Frankie was nervous about having sex after ten years of nothing. He was also a bit nervous about Roark's unit hearing them. They might be on the second floor above them but they were still on a balcony. Any noise they made would be heard by everyone.

Still, Frankie wasn't sure he could deny the deep need he could see in Roark's grey eyes. He nodded, expecting for Roark to jump him or something. He was shocked when Roark scooted away from him.


Frankie's words died in his mouth when Roark stripped off his pack and pulled out a thin blanket. Roark shook it out and then placed it on the floor. He tucked his pack under one edge after grabbing something in a small tube out of one of the pockets.

Once he was done, Roark held out his hand.

Frankie swallowed hard and then reached for Roark's hand. He shivered when Roark's fingers closed over his and he was drawn from the bench to the blanket on the floor. Roark slowly pulled the faded white body suit off of Frankie's shoulders and pushed it down to his hips.

Frankie felt his face flush when Roark dropped to his knees and continued to pull the bodysuit off before tossing it to one side of the small alcove. Roark's eyes never left Frankie's body, not even when his hands began to shake.

"You are still so gorgeous, Frankie."

"I'm ten years older, Roark."

Roark glanced up, surprise on his face. "And you still look as handsome as you did they day we met in the hospital." Roark glanced down at Frankie's body, starting with his chest and working his way down past his abdomen. He stopped briefly at Frankie's hard cock and inhaled sharply before moving on down his legs to his feet. "If anything, you're even more beautiful to me now."

Frankie chuckled even though he was delighted by Roark's words. "I think all of this fighting has warped your brain."

"No," Roark whispered as he shook his head and lifted his head to look up at Frankie again. "After everything I've seen, I've become an expert on beauty, and you, Franklin James, are the most beautiful damn thing I have ever seen."

Frankie almost preened but that was hard to do when his heart was beating out of control. He had worried that ten years could have taken away some of the desire Roark had for him. He was still worried about that.

Hell, he was terrified that Roark wouldn't want him, that he couldn't measure up to the man Roark built up in his mind. He wasn't perfect by a long shot, and yet Roark seemed to think that he was. Not by a long shot.

"I hope you always think that, even if you are delusional."

Roark gave a lopsided grin. "I'm not delusional, Frankie."

Desire burned in Roark's eyes but it was overshadowed by the love Frankie could see in their deep grey depths. Frankie couldn't help himself. He curved his hand around the side of Roark's face, rubbing his thumb from the edge of Roark's nose to his cheekbone.

"I love you, Roark."

Roark's eyes closed for a brief moment. His head turned and Frankie felt the man's wet lips press against the palm of his hand. Roark didn't kiss him. He just let his lips sit there, almost as if he needed the contact. Frankie almost pulled away and dropped to his knees when he felt a tear land on his skin.

"Thank you," Roark murmured as he opened his eyes and looked up. "I swear I will never abuse that again, Frankie. You'll never have to doubt me in the future. You might have to beat me off with a stick, but you'll never have to wonder if I love you again. I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you know it."

"Shh." Frankie pressed his finger over Roark's mouth. "Let's not talk about it anymore. You're here and I'm here. That’s all that matters."

Roark looked unconvinced so Frankie leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against the man's lips. That seemed to do the trick. Roark groaned and dragged Frankie down to the blankets.

Before Frankie knew it, Roark had stretched out next to him, and half rolled on top of him. Frankie groaned when Roark's hands started exploring his naked skin. It felt just as wonderful as he remembered.

"Oh gods, baby, you smell so damn good." Roark whispered against Frankie's skin as he started nuzzling the skin at his neck. "Missed this so much, baby, missed you."

Frankie tilted his head back, giving Roark more skin to kiss. He was happily rewarded by the feeling of Roark's mouth working its way across the bottom of his chin and down his neck to his chest.

Frankie shuddered with increasing arousal and cried out softly as Roark's lips closed over one of his nipples. The mere touch of Roark's lips on his skin sent a warming shiver through Frankie. When Roark's tongue stroked across his taut flesh, Frankie cried out again and gripped Roark's arms with his hands.

"That’s it, baby," Roark murmured, his hot breath blowing out over Frankie's sensitive skin. "Come apart for me."

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Finished & Submitted - Fangs & All


Garret Kane loves his bar. It's his baby. When Samuel 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.

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.

Hot damn!

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."


Just damn!

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.

He wasn't.

"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?

"Shirt, Samuel."



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."