Finished & Submitted: Julian's Happy Place

JULIAN’S HAPPY PLACE

Aberdeen Pack 2

Djal was just trying to do his duty as beta of his pack when he made one small mistake and now he has a pack member chasing after him, intent on mating him. If Djal doesn’t figure out how to stop Julian’s obsession with him, he just might strangle the man.

Julian has lived through hell, more so than most people know. When freedom comes, Julian is still faced with people out to harm him. The mere sight of the big strong beta makes Julian feel safer. One night spent together convinces Julian that Djal would be the perfect mate. He just has to catch Djal first.

When Djal discovers that someone is abusing Julian, the protective streak he tried so hard to control breaks free. It goes way beyond what Djal knows he should feel for a mere pack member and only by giving in to Julian can Djal come to terms with the need growing inside of him. But before Djal can save Julian, he has to figure out who is after him, and Julian isn’t talking.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/julian'shappyplace.htm

STORY EXCERPT

Djal slipped around the side of the house then pressed his large body back against the wooden building. He closed his eyes and prayed when he heard the quick patter of feet running past his hiding position. He opened his eyes and held his breath as he watched Julian hurry past him as if he was invisible.

And he wished he was.

This thing with Julian was really getting out of hand. If the man wasn’t trying to chase Djal down, he was staring mooneyes at him. Djal had barely had a minute to himself in two weeks. If something didn’t change soon, Djal was going to strangle the little guy.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Julian, because he did. Julian was cute, and he made Djal laugh. But every time Julian looked at him, he had daydreams in his eyes, and that just wasn’t who Djal was. He didn’t sleep with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that came around but he liked keeping his options open.

Julian wanted commitment. He wanted a mate and he wanted Djal to be that mate. Everyone knew it. Djal felt like he had become the butt of everyone’s laughter over the last two weeks. And just because he had tried to comfort the guy after he had been kidnapped and attacked by his ex.

Djal knew he made a mistake when he offered comfort to the man. He knew it when he did it. It should have simply been the beta of the pack–Djal–comforting a pack member–Julian–as was his duty.

It had turned into far more and now Djal was paying the price. It had gotten to the point where Djal was avoiding pack gatherings just so that he wouldn’t run into Julian. The guy was sweet, maybe too sweet. There was a gentle nature about Julian that called to every protective instinct Djal had and maybe a few he didn’t even know he had.

Djal wanted to wrap Julian up in bubble wrap so the world couldn’t hurt him. And that was dangerous–to Djal, to Julian, and to the pack. Djal had no doubt that if he gave into the crawling need that ate away at him every time he smelled Julian’s alluring scent, he would forsake everything in order to keep Julia safe, even his duty to his alpha and their pack.

And in all of the years that he knew Iben Khenti, Djal had never let the man down. He wasn’t about to start now, and that meant staying as far away from his cute little pack mate as he possibly could–no matter how much he wanted to taste Julian’s sweetness again.

When the sounds of Julian’s footsteps faded, Djal blew out a frustrated breath and pushed himself away from the side of the house. He cast a quick glance down the path Julian had taken and then hurried it into the alpha house.

Djal wanted to sink into a hole the moment he closed the door and realized that Iben and his mate Zack were in the great room, staring right at him with a good deal of amusement on their faces.

“Problems, Djal?” Iben’s eyebrow quirked as the man asked a question he already knew the answer to.

Djal curled back his upper lip as he growled at his alpha. He was probably one of the few people in the world that could get away with such an action without losing his head. Iben had befriended Djal and his siblings, Sissy and Rory, when they were toddlers. They had stood side by side in support of the man ever since.

“I swear to god, Iben,” Djal grumbled as he pushed a hand through his long hair in frustration and stalked into the great room, “if something isn’t done about Julian pretty soon, I’m going to flip the hell out.”

Iben laughed. “He likes you.”

“He’s obsessed!” What part of that didn’t Iben get? Taking a deep, unsteady breath, he stepped back from his alpha and lowered his tone. Iben would have his butt in a sling if he was disrespectful. “He won’t leave me alone, Iben. He follows me everywhere. I can’t get a moment alone.”

“Would it be so bad to be with Julian? He’s actually a pretty great guy.”

Djal’s eyes snapped to Zackary Evans, the mate to Alpha Ibenré Khenti. Zack was crazy about Iben, and protective as hell. He saw his duty to the alpha to keep him safe and happy. He would never understand the need Djal had to keep all of his pack safe. It was ingrained in him, part of his very DNA. He could no more deny his need than he could deny his pack or an order from his alpha.

“My duty is to Iben and this pack,” Djal replied. “I don’t have time for a mate.”

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you slept with Julian.”

Djal’s eyes narrowed. While he hadn’t come right and said he slept with Julian, pretty much everyone knew he had. Djal wasn’t proud of that fact simply because he had been trying to comfort the guy, not fuck him into the mattress.

But one thing had let to another and things happened.

“It was a onetime thing,” Djal insisted.

“Does Julian know?” Zack asked.

“I told him.” And he still felt the weight of his guilt at the tears that had sprung to Julian’s eyes when he did. But, no matter how he felt, Djal couldn’t back down. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be the mate that Julian was dreaming of.

There was just no way.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Kiss me, pup.”

Djal was ready for Julian to kiss him. He was even ready for the man’s eagerness. He wasn’t ready for the streak of lust that flared to life deep inside of him the second Julian’s lips touched his.

Julian wasn’t a graceful kisser and he certainly wouldn’t win any awards. But he more than made up for that lack of expertise with pure enthusiasm. Julian kissed Djal with a hunger that rocked Djal to the core.

Crushing Julian to him, Djal pressed his mouth more firmly against Julian’s. He moved his mouth over Julian’s, devouring its softness. He stroked his tongue across Julian’s lips, tasting him. When Julian’s lips parted, Djal delved inside to explore and conquer.

Djal pinned Julian against his chest and moved his lips over the man’s jaw, kissing a line to his swan like neck. Djal brushed his lips over Julian’s throat. His lips left a blazing trail on Julian’s heated skin. He kissed the silky skin at the base of Julian’s throat.

Something intense flared inside of him when Julian moaned. Djal felt a possessiveness that was far beyond anything he had ever felt for Iben, Sissy, or Rory. He needed to possess Julian, to feel the man submit to him, to his wolf. He needed to know that Julian belonged to him and him alone.

And Djal suspected Julian needed the same thing.

“Mine,” Djal growled savagely against Julian’s throat. His nipped at the bite mark he had left, licking across it with his tongue. Julian’s shudders filled him with an overwhelming need to give the man more–more pleasure, more caring, more everything.

He felt the harsh uneven breathing coming from Julian’s body. It was as poignant as the hard cock pressing against Djal’s abdomen. Julian’s body seemed to ache for his touch. His beautiful green eyes were no longer pale but stunningly emerald green.

Djal stroked his hands down Julian’s side until he reached the man’s ass–and what an ass it was, tight and rounded and made to be fucked. Djal didn’t want to tell Julian that. It seemed wrong and out of place.

“Are you ready for me, pup?”

Julian gulped and nodded.

Djal kept his eyes locked with Julian’s–watching for any sign of pain as he lathered his fingers with lube then slowly pushed one into Julian’s tight ass. Except for the slight inhale of breath, Julian didn’t move a muscle.

He pulled his finger out then pushed back in, gently fucking Julian with his finger. When he thought that Julian could take more, Djal pressed in another finger and wiggled it around.

Julian suddenly wailed when Djal pushed in a third finger and altered the angle of his thrusts. Djal knew that he had hit Julian’s prostate. He started to move his fingers in a steady rhythm, making sure he stroked his fingers over Julian’s sweet spot as often as he could.

"Oh gods...Djal...I have to...oh please." Julian clutched at Djal’s arm, his nails digging in as he started moving his hips, pushing back against Djal’s fingers. “I need!”

“I know what you need, pup.”

 Djal fucked Julian’s ass a few more times and then pulled them free. He grabbed the tube of lube and spread some on his cock. Julian had plenty of lube already in his ass but Djal wasn’t taking any chances.

The air around Djal seemed electrified as he lifted Julian up by his hips then slowly lowered the man down onto his thick cock, gently thrusting into him. He pressed in a little more each time, and Julian rocked back, silently begging for more. With every inch that slid inside of him, Julian’s eyes widened until they dominated his face.

Once Julian’s body rested fully against his, Djal paused. It took every ounce of control he had honed over the years to keep from plunging into Julian’s sweet body. He wanted to give in to the blazing fire burning inside of him, to plunge deep inside of Julian.

He just couldn’t.

He wouldn’t move until Julian gave him the okay.

“Djal, please, I…more, I need more.”

Oh, thank fuck!

GRL 2012

Hey All,

It looks like I have to miss this year's GRL event. I've put it off as long as possible, hoping things would change but they haven't. I'm going to have to go in for surgery on my bellybutton hernia (used to be an inny. Now it's an outy). Not sure when exactly the docs want to do this but it will most likely be in the next couple of weeks. In the meantime, they do not want me traveling in case it gets worse and I have to go in for emergency surgery. One good cough and I'm in the hospital, which considering I have a chest cold right now, is not a good thing. The meds they have me on are helping but it really sucks. Like I said, until this cold hit, I was really hoping to make it and put the surgery off until AFTER the conference. But that’s just not going to happen.

I hope everyone has an absolutely wonderful time and takes lots of pictures so that I can see them. I am sorry to have missed everyone. There were so many people that I was looking forward to seeing again or meeting for the very first time. Hopefully, this will all be taken care of by the next conference.

Stormy Glenn

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

DANGEROUS DESIRES

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. 

http://www.stormyglenn.com/dangerousdesires.htm

STORY EXCERPT

"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—"

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."

ADULT EXCERPT

“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?”

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.”

Finished & Submitted - Finding Frankie

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

http://www.stormyglenn.com/findingfrankie.htm

STORY EXCERPT

"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.

"Frankie?"

"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!"

ADULT EXCERPT

"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.

"Wha—"

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."

Finished & Submitted - Fangs & All

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.

STORY EXCERPT

"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?

Check.

Room clean and organized?

Check.

Gorgeous muscle bound sex god in tight jeans?

Check.

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."

Damn!

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.

ADULT EXCERPT

"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."

Shirt.

Right.

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."

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."

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