RIDE A COWBOY ANTHOLOGY
AVAILABLE: Monday, February 16th
COWBOY FOREVER by Lynn Hagen [Erotic Alternative
Paranormal Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA] Simon had
his heart ripped out by a man he'd fallen in love with. But when he finds out
that his ex-lover is nothing more than a piece of dirt, Simon decides to swear
off men…for a little while, at least. That plan is put to the test when he runs
into Mason and Jeremiah.
PAPA BEAR'S PUP by Stormy Glenn [Erotic Alternative
Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, werewolves, HEA] When being on the
road so much takes its toll on him, Papa Bear heads to the woods to let his
bear roam free. Finding a wounded man was never part of Papa Bear’s plan, but
he can’t turn away, not when he suspects the little wolf might be his mate.
FINDING CONN'S HAPPINESS by Bellann Summer [Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Cowboy Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, werewolves, HEA]
Leaving the local hangout after a much-needed drink, tiger shifter Conn Caspian
senses the bloody man stumbling down the street is his mate. Taking him back to
his ranch, Conn is delighted with his murmuring little wolf. But danger is
coming and the big bad tiger’s on the prowl.
THAT DEEP, RUMBLING PURR by Marcy Jacks [Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Cowboy Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA] Mateo Colt
found a rare golden tiger shifter in a poacher's trap. He frees the shifter and
brings him home to his ranch, but when the tiger awakens, Ty is so delectable
that Mateo can't keep his hands to himself. Even though the tiger could kill
him if he loses control of his wilder side.
COWBOY FOREVER
by
Lynn Hagen
STORY EXCERPT
Jeremiah Cretan drove his motorcycle into the parking space
in front of the post office. He grabbed the mail from his saddlebag and tucked
it under his arm before heading inside. Normally he just shoved the envelopes
into the mailbox and tossed the little red flag up.
But Jeremiah felt like getting out of the house. There was
plenty to get done at home, but there was nothing like the feeling of riding on
the open road. Everyone needed to let work go once in a while and enjoy the
day.
After taking his mail into the post office, Jeremiah decided
to head down to the drugstore. Since he was in town, he might as well get some
of the things he needed. He might even stop at the local diner and have some
lunch.
He gazed into the store windows as he passed them by and
briefly considered getting some flowers to liven up his kitchen, but kept
walking. He’d probably kill them anyway. Jeremiah had a black thumb. He was no
good with any kind of plant or flower. He’d once tried to put in a flower bed
around his porch, but nothing had ever grown. Correction, the weeds had
flourished.
As he passed the hair salon, Jeremiah slowed his pace. He
gazed through the large plate glass window at the sexiest man he had ever seen.
Jeremiah’s heart began to beat faster as he stopped and stared. He would say
that the guy was of average height, but there was nothing average about this
man.
Absolutely nothing.
His mocha-brown hair was short and spiky on the top and
shaved at the sides. His nose was aquiline and his chin was stubborn. From what
Jeremiah could see under the shirtsleeve, the stranger had a body to die for.
He wasn’t thick with muscles like Jeremiah, but cut nicely just the same.
He found himself walking backward until he was standing in
the open doorway and staring into the shop like a lost tourist. His bear
growled for Jeremiah to walk inside.
So he did.
“Can I help you?” A woman with short, crimson red hair
asked. Her smile was polite but Jeremiah only had eyes for the stranger who was
currently tin foiling some woman’s hair.
“I need a haircut,” Jeremiah said. His wavy brown strands
reached his neck and Jeremiah liked the length of his hair. After eight years
of having a buzz cut in the navy, Jeremiah had sworn never to have his hair
that short again. Trimming it up would be fine though.
“I can take you over—”
“No.” Jeremiah shook his head, cutting the woman off. “I
want him to cut my hair.” He pointed at the stranger.
“Simon might be a minute,” she replied as she popped the gum
in her mouth and gave Jeremiah the once over.
He nodded at her and wondered what was going on behind those
brown eyes. She was gazing at him as if he were a suspect in a lineup. “That’s
fine.”
The woman turned and said to Simon, “I have another customer
for you.”
Jeremiah held his breath as Simon turned his head. Those
eyes. They were intense and piercing and as blue as the sky. The man’s eyebrows
arched at each end and it was the sexiest look he’d ever seen. Simon gave
Jeremiah that same once over look and then nodded.
“Just have a seat,” he said to Jeremiah. “I shouldn’t be
much longer.”
Jeremiah nearly fell over the coffee table as he backed up.
The woman’s eyes widened slightly, as if expecting Jeremiah to take the shelf
of hair products down with him. Jeremiah caught himself and then moved to the
cushioned chair by the window.
He glanced at the magazines scattered on the table but was
uninterested in reading about hair styles and colors. He’d much rather focus
his attention on Simon.
“He’s single,” The woman behind the reception desk said
before she winked at Jeremiah. He had no idea why she was telling him this. But
it was good to know.
ADULT EXCERPT
Fingers slid over Simon’s ass, spreading the cool essence of
lubrication while parting the delicate, sensitive muscles of Simon’s anus. He
had wrapped his legs around Jeremiah and Jeremiah’s hands were carding through
Simon’s hair. Who had their fingers at his ass? Simon stiffened and began to
pull away but Jeremiah refused to let him go.
“Don’t panic,” Mason whispered. “Just feel. You don’t have
to control yourself,” he whispered seductively. “You don’t have to do anything
or pretend to be something or someone you’re not. Just be yourself. A creature
of pleasure, an exquisite form of sexuality, that’s all you have to be. No
demands, no expectations. And no reprisals. None, baby.”
He had heard someone come in. The thought was finally
registering. It had been Mason. The man must have taken one look at Simon and
Jeremiah and decided to join them. Simon closed his eyes as he buried his face
into Jeremiah’s neck, holding on as Mason slipped his fingers inside. Simon
arched his back again, this time moaning out the pleasure that bathed him.
“Feels good,” Jeremiah said. “Doesn’t it?”
Simon nodded before he began to lick his way over Jeremiah’s
neck. He rocked back onto Mason’s fingers and then Jeremiah turned sideways,
keeping Simon at his chest as Mason slid into the bed. He had a hard wall of
muscle in front and behind him. Simon was pressed between the two. To say he
was nervous was an understatement, but he didn’t stop either man and didn’t try
to run.
“Getting started without me,” Mason said as he scissored his
fingers, making Simon feel as if he was one raw nerve.
“Getting him warmed up for you,” Jeremiah said.
Simon gasped and then groaned as Mason leaned over Simon and
began to kiss Jeremiah. There was nothing gentle in it either. It was beautiful
but reminded Simon of two Titans clashing. And he could feel just how naked
Mason was behind him. The man’s erection was sliding over Simon’s back and
Simon was dying to take a look.
Jeremiah pulled Simon’s leg over his beefy thigh, spreading
him wide for Mason. Simon ground his cock into Jeremiah’s stomach, his need
growing higher. He nearly yelped when he was pulled away and turned onto his
back. Simon’s gaze flickered between the two men who were staring salaciously
at him. Simon wasn’t sure what to do with two men. He knew what to do with one.
But two mountainous men? Fortunately, he didn’t have to decide. Mason rolled
between Simon’s legs and began to nibble his way down Simon’s chest as thrust
his fingers in and out of Simon’s ass.
Good, god. He was going to die of overstimulation. Jeremiah
leaned over and began to lick at Simon’s nipple, sucking it between his teeth
and teasing it with his tongue. Simon arched into Jeremiah as he hitched his
hips for Mason. Mason racked his teeth gently down Simon until he was kissing
Simon on his hip and working his way toward Simon’s hard cock.
“I’m going to eat you alive,” Mason said right before he
took Simon into his mouth. Simon arched his back and cried out as pulses of
pleasure wrapped around his groin and shot outward to every inch of his body.
It didn’t feel like blood was rushing through his veins, but a thick and sweet
aphrodisiac.
He wasn’t sure where to put his hands. Simon was lost in
what both men were doing to him. He carded on through Jeremiah’s and used the
other to grip the strands of Mason’s hair. He thrashed his head back and forth
as he lifted his legs and planted his feet on Mason’s back.
He was losing his fucking mind.
Jeremiah pulled back and then slid from the bed. Simon
watched the man undress as Mason worked his cock in and out of the man’s mouth,
licking and sucking until Simon was ready to explode. He thought Jeremiah would
get back on the bed where he had been kneeling, but instead, he moved in behind
Mason. Simon’s eyes widened when Jeremiah bent down and his head disappeared
and in the next second, Mason was moaning around Simon’s cock. Holy fuck! Simon
wanted to see what Jeremiah was doing, but couldn’t bring himself to pull his
cock from Mason’s mouth.
This was the hottest and most erotic thing Simon had ever
participated in and seen. He wanted to see more.
PAPA BEAR'S PUP
By
Stormy Glenn
STORY EXCERPT
“Are you sure you can’t stay?”
Bartholomew Matthews smiled sadly as he pressed his
brother’s hand to his cheek. “Are you sure you can’t come?”
Aisely’s smile was just as sad and tear filled as his own.
“My life is here, Bug,” Aisely murmured. “I have to stay. But I’ll miss you.”
Bug nodded. He knew that was going to be his brother’s
answer before he even asked the question, but he had to ask. “I’m going to miss
you, too.”
“Do you know where you’re going to go?” Aisely asked.
“It’s better that you don’t know.” The truth couldn’t be
beaten out of him then.
“Call me when you get settled?”
“I’ll try.” But they both knew he wouldn’t. Any type of
contact between them could be detrimental to their health, and maybe their
lives. With one last squeeze of his brother’s hand, Bug grabbed his backpack
and then stood. “Remember to keep yourself safe.”
Aisely stood as well, his fingers brushing Bug’s cheek,
moving to the edge of the bruises on the side of his swollen face. “Remember to
keep an eye on these. Get some ice on them as soon as you can. It will help
with the swelling.”
Bug pulled his long chestnut curls down over his cheek,
hoping to hide the bruises. It was bad enough that he had had his ass handed to
him. He didn’t need his brother bringing his shame into the light.
With a pang, Bug realized that this might be the last time
he ever saw his brother. He wasn’t going to suddenly start liking girls and his
father wasn’t going to suddenly accept him. Randal Matthews would rather see
him dead than admit one of his sons was gay.
“Be happy and stay safe,” Bug said before he turned and
walked away before he could talk himself out of leaving.
Going out into the world alone was almost as scary as
staying behind with his psychotic father. Both were dangerous. Bug wasn’t sure
which one was riskier. Being turned over to the enforcers was as close to death
as Bug ever wanted to get. Being deemed a rogue wolf was nearly as bad. If
another wolf pack got wind of his scent, his life wouldn’t be worth a plug
nickel.
The moment he stepped into the woods, Bug took off running.
The faster he got out of his father’s territory, the better. The moment he set
foot outside his father’s territory without his permission, he was rogue, and
that meant he was free game for anyone with a grudge or a little anger to burn
off. No one could protest because he would be a rogue wolf. Any pack anywhere
could do whatever they wanted to him.
He wouldn’t put it past his father to contact other packs
and warn them that his son had gone rogue, to kill him on sight. Randal
Matthews would do just about anything to prevent people from learning he had
given life to a son that liked to take it up the butt.
Bug had quite a few miles to cover before he was out of his
father’s territory. He knew if he didn’t hurry, he would never make it. It was
a good bet that someone would check his room at some point and discover that he
had escaped. If it wasn’t for his ability to heal quickly, he would still be in
bed moaning in pain.
Bug breathed in shallow gasps as he ran. There was nothing
he could do about his footsteps but he could control his breathing as best as
possible.
He wished he could shift. He would get so much farther on
four legs than two. But his scent was stronger in his wolf form. He’d be pinpointed
in a manner of moments. In his human form, he had a chance, as slim as it was.
A cold knot formed in Bug’s stomach when a very
distinguishable howl ripped through the night air. They had discovered that he
was gone. Fear made him reckless. He tore off through the woods as fast as his
feet would carry him.
It wasn’t long before he heard people—or wolves—crashing
through the woods behind him. They were gaining on him but they weren’t
catching him. It was almost as if they were playing with him, enjoying his
fear.
They probably were.
Bug ran faster, his short legs making his flight for freedom
almost a joke. He knew he was merely avoiding the inevitable. He knew he would
be caught. It was just a matter of time. Still, he couldn’t give up. What
waited for him if he got caught was worse than the beating that had sent him
running in the first place.
Bug ran until his legs ached and then he ran some more. The
darkness slowly turned to light. It allowed Bug to see better but it also
allowed those chasing him to see him better. And then the trees thinned, giving
way to open fields and flatland for as far as the eye could see.
Bug glanced over his shoulder at one point and knew beyond a
shadow of a doubt that the men chasing him were playing a game. There were
three of them, enforcers for Randal Matthews. They were the meanest of all the
enforcers, malicious and cruel, deriving pleasure from listening to others
scream.
They fanned out behind Bug, watching him, following him.
They never got to close but didn’t fall behind either. This went on for hours,
miles, until Bug realized they were close to the border of Randal Matthews’s
territory, and then he knew. They were waiting until he stepped over the
boundary between his father’s territory and the pack next to them. He would be
free game the moment that happened.
Bug wasn’t sure why his father wanted them to wait. He knew
they weren’t just following him to make sure he left his father’s territory.
They were going to wait until he entered the territory belonging to his
father’s rival and then attack, blame it on them.
Bug almost laughed as he acknowledged he had probably played
right into his father’s hands when he decided to run. Not only was Randal
Matthews getting rid of his gay son before anyone discovered his perversity,
but he was giving his father ammunition to bring sanctions against the
neighboring pack, and possibly gain some of their land.
Yay him.
ADULT EXCERPT
“I was afraid that was all in my imagination.” ‘Cause damn,
god had certainly known what he was doing when he made this man. Papa Bear was
perfect.
“No, pup.” A smiled played across Papa Bear’s lips as he
brushed a curl back from Bug’s cheek. “It’s not your imagination.”
“Are you sure?” Bug wasn’t.
Papa Bear chuckled. “Yes, Bug, I’m sure.”
Papa Bear captured his lips in that very moment, stealing
all thoughts from Bug’s head just as he stole the breath from Bug’s lungs. He
groaned into the kiss as Papa Bear’s scent filled every pore in his body. The
kiss was gentle but consuming. Bug was going up in flames. He knew he could
quickly become addicted to kissing the man all day, every day.
An animalistic sound rumbled in Papa Bear’s throat. Papa
Bear was branding Bug, making his claim. His movements were wild, unforgiving,
and dared Bug to interfere, to stop him. “Let me claim you, mate,” Papa Bear
whispered against Bug’s lips as his tongue traced along Bug’s bottom lip,
making his entire body shiver with need.
“Yes.” It was that easy. Bug wiggled under Papa Bear,
wanting to get closer. He was desperate to feel the man’s large, thick cock in
his ass. The man was a bronzed god.
Bug wanted to lick every inch of the man’s body. Bug leaned
forward, placed his hands on well-sculpted thighs, and took Papa Bear’s cock
into his mouth.
“Son of a bitch!” Papa Bear shouted, his thighs shaking.
Bug worked the thick cock, licking and humming the whole
time. He felt two large, beefy hands sliding through his curls as he lapped up
the pre-cum spilling onto his tongue.
“That’s it, pup. Suck my cock. Take it all in,” Papa Bear
crooned as his fingers continued to skim through Bug’s hair. “You can do it,
baby. Just relax your throat.”
Bug stopped himself from gagging and then did as Papa Bear
asked. Bug found the man’s shaft daunting. Not only was Travis thick as hell,
the man had to be at least eight inches long.
“Slow, pup.” Papa Bear hissed as Bug took in another inch.
He could feel the head slipping further down his throat. His lips were
stretched wide, but Bug was determined to take all of the hardened cock.
“Oh, god,” Papa Bear said as his legs shook harder. “That’s
it, pup…that’s…it.”
Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Bug pushed
forward, feeling Papa Bear’s erection slide all the way in until the wiry hairs
at Papa Bear’s groin tickled his nose.
“Fuck, baby!” Papa Bear’s hands gripped Bug’s curls as his
hips snapped forward. It was a slow, sensual fuck. The man’s cock was going
down Bug’s throat, and then pulling back. He didn’t need to make a tight
suction. Papa Bear’s dick filled his mouth to the stretching point already.
“Oh, damn,” Papa Bear said with a groan.
And then Papa Bear pulled back, letting Bug suck the head
with enjoyment. It also gave him a moment to catch his breath. He wrapped his
hand around the base, retracting several inches, making it easier for him to
take his mate back into his mouth.
Papa Bear ran his fingers under Bug’s chin. When Bug looked
up, Papa Bear’s green eyes were watching him closely. Papa Bear pulled back.
The cock Bug had been sucking on popped from his mouth. Bug raised one brow,
asking without words what Papa Bear was doing.
“God, look at you,” Papa Bear said as he trailed his fingers
over Bug’s swollen lips. “You look so good when you’ve been sucking me into
your mouth.” The man grinned as he pulled Bug up. “I want some of this ass.”
Papa Bear’s voice was strained, almost as if he was just as desperate as Bug
was to feel their skin collide. “On your stomach.”
Bug swallowed around the dry lump in his throat. He turned
around, giving Papa Bear a nice view of his ass, trying desperately to tempt
the man into claiming him. Papa Bear grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, giving
the flesh a light squeeze. The sensual hold made Bug’s hole pulse with need.
Bug cried out when he felt a finger rim around his entrance.
A slight pressure applied, and then Papa Bear’s finger sank in deep. Bug panted
heavily, wanting to feel more but needing a minute to adjust.
Bug panted as he felt Papa Bear’s fingers push deep, and
then pull back. Papa Bear added a second finger and went in search of his
prostate. Bug moaned as the long, thick fingers that seemed to fill him so
perfectly brushed across his prostate with every movement of Papa Bear’s hand.
A third finger quickly joined the first two, thrusting
several times before they were removed. A feeling of emptiness started to
overwhelm Bug until he felt the blunt head of Papa Bear’s cock pushing at his
entrance. Bug sighed with pleasure as he felt his mate’s cock pop past the
tight muscle and fill him completely.
“So good, baby…so good.”
FINDING CONN'S HAPPINESS
By
Bellann Summer
STORY EXCERPT
Still not moving, he looked up the street and regarded the
only intersection in town with stop lights. There, passing under a street
light, on the corner coming toward him, was a young man. He had his head down
and he was weaving wildly around the concrete sidewalk covering twice as much
ground, as he would have walking a straight line. If Conn’s keen eyesight
hadn’t spotted the blood staining the guy’s ripped shirt and jeans, he would
have thought the man was drunk off his ass.
Conn studied the man, using his heightened senses. A husky
voice reached Conn’s sensitive ears. Natural or created from his injuries, the
tenor over gravel quality was a melody straight to Conn’s heart.
“Keep going, Aisley. One more step at a time. Soon you’ll
find a place to hide and rest.”
Conn’s eye’s widened when something in his brain clicked,
and he saw the pure white aura surrounding the man. “Mate,” screamed through
Conn’s mind.
In the middle of the sidewalk the man stopped, lifted his
curly dark head, and looked at Conn, swaying slightly. Rage coursed through
Conn’s veins at the sight of the deep, bloody, crescent shaped gash on his
mate’s left cheek. One corner of his swollen puffy lips was encrusted with
dried blood, and bruises marred the skin around each eye. Conn’s blood pressure
rose several levels at the hint of bruising along the line of his jaw and
around his neck.
Dirty, beat-to-hell, clothes torn to pieces and way to
skinny, Conn’s mate was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. The man’s
nostrils flared, telling Conn his mate most likely was a shifter whose sense of
smell was dominant.
“Holy hell he’s big. I think he’s some sort of cat. I’ve
only smelled the pack before, so how am I supposed to know what he is? It
doesn’t matter. I can’t put him in danger. But it sure would be nice to slide
up close and get naked next to him.”
Conn smiled at his mate’s musings. Seeing his smile, the man
stiffened and panic covered his battered face. His body tensed, and Conn could
see he was ready to take off.
“Running won’t help, little wolf,” Conn called out. The
man’s body jerked and Conn knew he guessed his mate’s animal right. “We’ve
exchanged essences when you smelled me and I heard you. Our bodies are already
changing and tiny strings of the mate bond have already formed.”
“Shit. What am I going to do? I’m in no shape to out run
him.”
“You couldn’t outrun me on any day. Now come to me.
Everything will be okay.” Conn tried to keep his tone soothing. He hadn’t had a
lot of practice in his long life with that, but he would try for his mate.
“I was talking out loud, wasn’t I?” The man asked, clearly
not wanting the answer Conn was going to give him.
“Yeah,” Conn answered.
Conn stood there waiting. He wouldn’t go after his mate
unless he was forced to. Wolves didn’t like to be chased or trapped, and
patience was second nature to his tiger. Hell he had waited almost one hundred
years for Tay to realize he sucked at ranching. This should be a piece of cake.
“It would be better if you walked away and forgot about me.”
Misery covered his mates face.
“Not happening,” Conn responded.
“There’s a good chance I have trouble following me. I’m
considered rogue. I need to keep moving.”
“Now you are my mate, not rogue. Any trouble we’ll handle
together and there isn’t going to be anymore running.” Satisfaction filled Conn
when the small man took a few steps forward.
“I would love to believe you.” A shaky hand lifted and then
dropped back down to his side.
“You will love me forever and a day,” Conn responded.
“You sure are confident.”
“Thanks because I know,” Conn said.
“Why is everything starting to hurt even more than it did
before? I’m so confused.”
“It’s the bond,” Conn replied. His own skin burned and his
tiger growled in agitation. “What is your name?”
“Aisley Matthews.”
Conn watched Aisley move forward until there was about ten
feet between them. Now that he was closer, Conn could smell other wolves on his
mate, including the unmistakable scent of an alpha.
Anger surged to the surface and Conn’s tiger roared in fury.
Danger permeated the air and the situation became volatile. His mate proved to
have good instincts and rushed over to Conn, putting his hand on Conn’s arm.
Immediately both of their bodies relaxed and the cold pain of mate separation
that had been steadily building dissipated.
Conn put his hand on top of Aisley’s and turned them toward
his truck parked at the end of the street. The relief of being connected to his
mate helped to settle Conn’s tiger, and his anger at another dominant man
touching his mate.
“Do you know anything about big cat shifters?” Conn asked.
Aisley leaned heavily against his arm, and then jerked himself upright. Conn
quickly maneuvered the smaller man under his shoulder, tucking him close. When
Aisley didn’t object to his physical manhandling, Conn became worried. His
injuries must be worse than Conn thought, to let him hold him so close this
early in their relationship.
“No. I grew up in a wolf pack. My father is the alpha, and
we always kept to ourselves,” Aisley said.
Conn’s truck couldn’t come into view fast enough for him.
When they reached it, Conn opened his driver’s door and helped the rapidly
weakening Aisley up into it. Conn was no fool. Aisley said his father was an
alpha and by the alpha stench coming off of him, Conn was getting a picture of
what happened to his mate. Now the question was, why?
ADULT EXCERPT
A huge lion ran past Aisley straight at Conn. Before his
eyes the lion leaped into the air, it’s back arched, paws raised, and claws
extended. It was met head on by a massive orange and black striped tiger. The
shifters clashed in a fury of teeth and claws. Deep growls and ear splitting
roars filled the air. Hair sprouted along Aisley’s arms, his wolf wanting to
come out and help its mate.
The fight lasted far too long for Aisley’s piece of mind,
but in reality it was only a few minutes before the big lion was lying on the
ground at his gorgeous fierce tiger’s feet. The lion was still but breathing
and Aisley could hear its heartbeat. Thinking he should check for any major
injuries on either of them, Aisley walked across the barn, but was stopped when
the tiger shifted its considerable body mass so it was between him and the
lion. From what Aisley could tell, the lion was a black lion, his long full
cape of a main more gray and black than brown and gold. He remembered one of
the old women telling him that black lions were usually either noble warriors
or nasty lowlifes of society. It seemed he now knew which Loren was.
“Change back, Loren. Conn’s next blow will be a kill shot,”
Seth said, standing beside Aisley.
The lion took his human form, lying there bruised and
bloody. Aisley didn’t feel sorry for him, Conn had every right to fire him for
his insubordination and defend himself from Loren’s attack. The man was at
least smart enough not to move from his prone position at the tiger’s feet
before Conn took his human form.
The next instant Conn stood naked in all his magnificent
glory, muscled legs slightly spread, powerful chest puffed out and strong hands
on his tapered hips. Aisley’s cock immediately took notice, wanting his mate’s
attention.
“Leave now,” Conn ordered the downed man.
Loren, naked and bleeding, wobbled to his feet and staggered
out of the barn, Conn watching him all the way.
Only turning his head and keeping his body facing away, Conn
looked over at Seth and Aisley. “This time, make sure he leaves,” he said, gray
eyes hard as gun metal, stared Seth down.
“Yes, sir,” Seth answered and left the barn
“Conn?” Aisley wasn’t sure why Conn didn’t face him. He
wondered if his mate was too injured to move. Breathing in through his nose,
only Loren’s blood was detectable. Lust hit Aisley square in the chest with the
force of a freight train, through their mate bond.
Conn turned around and Aisley smiled. He was more than ready
to help Conn with the problem he was having between his legs. Before him,
Conn’s iron hard cock stood tall and proud making Aisley drool. Already pre-cum
was beading from the end and dripping down its red, thick veined side, causing
the blood in Aisley brain to rush south so fast he almost had a heart attack.
Aisley didn’t hesitate, and hurried over to Conn as fast as
his own engorged prick would allow. Dropping to his knees Aisley put the head
of Conn’s cock in his mouth and sucked hard. Salty pre-cum coated his tongue
and Aisley licked all around the spongy head, cleaning his mate and enjoying
every minute of it.
Fingers sifted through and tightened in his hair, and Conn
took over, thrusting into Aisley’s mouth going deeper with every pump of his
hips. Aisley opened his mouth as wide as he could and relaxed his throat,
letting his lubirea mai take over.
Raising his hands, Aisley enjoyed the lightly hair covered
flexing muscles on the back of Conn’s thighs. Aisley continued to swallow
around Conn’s cock until he felt it widen, stretching the corners of his mouth
to its limits.
Following the back of Conn’s leg up, Aisley caressed his
lover’s buttocks for a moment before dipping a finger into his crack and
rubbing over the tight wrinkled skin of Conn’s hole.
THAT DEEP, RUMBLING PURR
By
Marcy Jacks
STORY EXCERPT
Mateo stayed in control.
He walked over to the bear trap, and he slowly, very
carefully kneeled down. The golden tiger turned its head and looked right at
him, but it didn’t lunge, and it didn’t otherwise move. It stayed on its side.
Which didn’t stop Mateo’s heart from trying to pound right
out of his chest, like it was trying to escape.
Now that he could, he did hiss in pain at the sight that met
him. The trap was thick and strong. It was also rusted along the chain. That
wasn’t just blood. This trap had been out here for a while, which meant he
teeth of the thing were probably also rusted. Not that he could tell since they
cut so deep into the back leg. The red blood was staining that white and golden
fur, and Mateo clenched his hands into fists.
“If you’re a shifter,” he said, keeping his voice calm and
light, refusing to even look the animal in the eyes. “Then you need to change.
I know it will hurt, a lot, but I can’t take this off while you’re in that
shape. I won’t risk that you’ll attack me.”
If this was a shifter, then the pain of being trapped
could’ve prompted the animal to take control. An animal wouldn’t know the
difference between some naked guy trying to help him, or trying to eat him. The
tiger could attack. It could attack him right now and Mateo wasn’t sure if he
was fast enough to get out of reach before those claws got him.
On the other hand, that also meant that, if this was a
shifter, then the animal side might have taken over so completely that he
didn’t even know what Mateo was saying right now anyway.
Mateo took in a deep breath. “I won’t leave you, all right?
You have to shift, please understand what I’m saying.”
Dakota whined, and he couldn’t spare her so much as a
glance. Just because he wouldn’t look this big cat in the eyes, didn’t mean he
would risk turing away from it completely. Then he would be entirely open for
an attack.
Mateo’s hands found the thick, soft, fur of the tiger’s back
paw, the one that was not trapped and coated in blood. He never thought it
would feel so soft. He expected it to be coarse. Maybe it was coarse on other
parts of its body, but not where he was touching.
Actually, now that he was in his human shape, and putting
more focus on the body instead of the wound, he realized that this tiger wasn’t
exactly big at all. It was hardly a cub, but it must also be an adolescent.
That might explain the fur.
“Come on, please hear me. I know you have to hear me.”
Mateo finally took the risk and looked up into those golden
tiger eyes. They were still on him, the pupils still small, and though Mateo
still felt like the creature wanted him for supper, something happened that
changed that.
The tiger put its head down onto he soft earth, and a ripple
passed under its fur.
At first the change seemed peaceful as the golden hairs
melted away, but then the first signs of shifting bones happened, and the tiger
bucked and roared.
Mateo launched himself to his feet and backed off as the
animal flung itself around, flailing like a captured snake. It even tried
attacking its paw, biting at it in an effort to chew itself free, but it was
too late.
Too much of the human was back in control, more features
made themselves known. Long, skinny arms and legs, pale features, and a young
man’s face. It had to be a man. The genitals gave it away, but in the
beginning, Mateo couldn’t tell what gender it was.
He was glad he was right about his instincts on this being a
shifter, and when the young man stopped moving, Mateo released a breath he
hadn’t known he’d been holding.
Fuck, that was intense.
When there was no longer a tiger lying in the middle of a
dirt patch, Mateo was finally able to step forward without hearing too much of
his mustang complaining in his ear. The instinct was still there, the instinct
to stay away from what was clearly a predator, but it was a whisper in his ear
compared to before.
The young man wasn’t move, and Mateo rushed forward,
kneeling down and putting his hand on the boy’s sweat slick throat.
A pulse. Thank God.
It was probably better that the shift made him pass out. Bad
enough he had to feel his body shift and change while something was clamping
down onto his foot without having to see the damned thing come off.
Mateo checked the metal teeth of the trap. The lack of fur
made it easy to see, though the foot was still a little distorted. The toes
were too small, there were claws, and a faint stripe pattern on the skin. The
teeth imbedded into the ankle prevented a full change in that spot, but that
should go away once he got the teeth off.
There was always an emergency latch on traps like these. He
just had to find it and follow the instructions.
He got the trap loose and pulled the bloody metal teeth from
the man’s skin. It wasn’t a pretty sight, and Mateo had helped mares give
birth, hinted hogs, and done all sort of things around his ranch that never
turned his stomach.
This did. Somehow this was different.
He looked behind him to where Dakota was still patiently
waiting, watching the entire thing. Her black and brown ears were perked. “I
don’t supposed you can go back and get my truck?”
Dakota tilted her head.
“Guess I’m walking,” Mateo said, and he picked up the young
man, surprised at how easily he was able to hold him.
ADULT EXCERPT
Despite how much Mateo’s instincts commanded him to drive
his cock home into Ty’s ass, he was still very much in control, enough to know
that something like that wouldn’t be a great idea.
He needed to prep him first. At the bare minimum, they
needed that.
But he didn’t have any lube on hand. It wasn’t like he got a
lot of time to himself, or even had a lot of lovers. The absolute best he could
do was get some of the sun lotion he had from his medicine cabinet and make
due.
“Hang on just one more second. There’s something I need to
get,” Mateo said, and he was about to leave his spot between Ty’s legs when the
shifter grabbed him by the arms.
“No, you don’t need to get anything. I took care of all of
it,” he said.
Mateo’s brain was so fogged up, so slow, like it was driving
through a pool of mud, that he didn’t understand what Ty said for the first
couple of seconds.
“Wait, what? You took care of it?”
Mateo looked down, and he noted that there was something a
little…well, the man’s pucker did look like it had some attention given to it
recently, that was for sure.
Mateo reached down to touch, giving Ty a quick glance,
making sure he had permission, and when his finger came into contact with that
ring of muscle there, he was able to feel it.
“What did you use?” Mateo asked, though it wasn’t like he
really cared or anything, especially since this meant he could proceed.
“When I was in your bathroom, I figured it would be easier
if I got myself ready. I found some hand lotion beneath your sink.”
He usually did keep a couple of extra things in the guest
bathroom. His housekeeper liked to keep it stocked up, at any rate. It was as
if the woman was expecting Mateo to throw a big party sometime in the future,
and she was getting ready for all the people who were inevitably going to be
sleeping over.
Mateo was so supremely happy about this, but he didn’t trust
using hand lotion that might have dried up by now, though it definitely made
the entry way seem a little softer and easier to touch.
“I think you did a good job, but let me get something
anyway,” Mateo said, and he quickly slid off the bed before there could be any
arguments on the matter.
He still caught the disappointment on Ty’s face. The tiger
wasn’t very patient, that was for sure.
When Mateo returned with the sunblock, Ty laughed at the
sight of it.
“What?” Mateo asked, putting one knee back on his mattress.
“I don’t have anything else, and I just thought—”
“It’s fine,” Ty said, shaking his head and still smiling. “I
just saw it, and then realized that I’m going to had the softest ass ever, with
the added bonus of not getting a sunburn on it when we’re done here.”
Mateo couldn’t help but grin at that logic. It did make
sense, after all.
He returned to his spot between Ty’s open legs, giving the
injured ankle a quick glance, if only to make sure that the bandages were still
in place, and that they didn’t need to be changed.
They looked fine. He would check them when he was done here.
He wasn’t at his most graceful when he opened the cap and
poured some of the white lotion onto his fingers. Just enough for him to coat
Ty’s asshole with.
Ty jumped and hissed slightly at the contact.
“It’s cold,” he said when Mateo looked at him.
Mateo smiled. “That’ll pass really soon, I promise.”
“Gonna hold you to that,” Ty replied, and the man put his
hands on his thighs, spreading his cheeks wider to give Mateo better access.
He liked this man. He really did.
He spread the lotion around Ty’s hole, and he pushed one
finger inside, making sure for himself that Ty would be ready for this. The
man’s body accepted the intrusion with little fuss, and Mateo had enough. His
dick throbbed every time he heard a tiny, gasping moan coming from Ty’s mouth
on each forward thrust of his finger.
If he watched himself finger-fuck this tiger shifter
anymore, listened to more of those sweet noises, then he was going to embarrass
himself.
He pulled his finger away, and he was even clumsier than
before as he stroked some of the sun lotion onto his dick.
Ty was right, it was cold, but even that wasn’t enough to
make his erection wilt, not in the least.
Ty watched him eagerly, and those eyes of his were gold
again, the pupils small. Mateo could see some of the tiger deep inside of him.
He shivered.
“You’re tiger doesn’t happen to like eating horses, does
it?” Mateo asked.
Ty blinked. “That’s what you are,” he said, and it wasn’t a
question. “I smelled horses on you, and I wondered about that.
Mateo shook his head. This man was really too cute for his
own good.
He pushed the head of his cock against that tight entry. He
grunted as Ty’s body relented to him slowly, swallowing up the crown of his
dick with only some effort on Mateo’s part, and then he had to stop.
“Are you still okay?” Mateo asked. Ty’s face was contorted.
His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit down on his lips.
“Yeah,” Ty said, letting the word out like he was almost
choking on it. “Just give me a second.”
Mateo gave him more than that, and he didn’t push forward,
even when he felt Ty’s body open to him. He knew it was about more than the
burning pain of being penetrated
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