STORY EXCERPT

“Aiden. No last name that I know of.” Terry twisted the phone cord around his fingers. “Yeah. He was in a fight outside your club last night, I hear. Well, no, I’m not police. I’m a reporter for The Parano— Hello? Crap.”

He replaced the receiver and rubbed his aching neck. His first lead in three damn weeks, and the club wouldn’t talk about it. From the reports, the man, Aiden, had been attacked by three shifters at once in the alley around the back of The Pit and walked away without a scratch. Even if that was an exaggeration, it was still worth an article by itself. Readers were always asking for Aiden scoops.

Terry sat back in his chair and dropped his legs back to the floor. One more week and I’m history. His boss hadn’t been kidding around this time. Not after the fiasco with the reported “merman” who turned out to be a sweaty man in a latex tail. Unfortunately Terry hadn’t found the truth until after he’d flown halfway across the globe on the newspaper’s money. When he’d given his boss the bad news, he was very nearly left stranded with no return ticket.

Speaking of whom...He dropped his legs back to the floor as Mr. Jacobson poked his sweat-sheened bald head around the door of the office.

“Well?”

Terry put on a fake enthusiastic smile. “I’m pretty sure it was him. The club isn’t talking, bu—”

“One week left, Reeves.” Jacobson stuck out a pudgy finger. “One!”

Terry nodded then winced as the door slammed shut. The task was a setup, of that there was no doubt. Jacobson wanted him out of his office, so he ordered Terry to find a man who some people didn’t even believe existed.

Aiden.

The name had changed over the years, but the description of the man, and his achievements, didn’t. By all accounts, he was a veritable superhero. Terry pulled two surveillance photos and a printout of a mobile phone shot from a slim manila folder and slapped them onto the desk.

They weren’t the best photos, but they were all he had, and that was more than anyone else had managed in a decade. Aiden was between six and six and a half feet tall, stocky with short black hair, and always wore a long trench coat. The rumoured reasons for this were as logical as to hide his sword and as farfetched as to hide his wings. Terry was hoping for the latter, given that he worked forThe Paranormal Times and not The Random Vigilante Times. Not that there was much chance of him being human. The man had been sighted in a dozen events this year alone, was always fighting against something undesirable and always winning, no matter the odds. I’d let him wrestle me to the floor anytime.

He tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. Jacobson had given him the job because he knew that it was impossible. No fewer than ten other reporters had tried to locate Aiden in the past year alone, and every one had failed.

“Well, I’m not going to be one of them.”

He stood and stretched out his back then yawned and ran a hand over his two days of stubble. He needed a shower and a shave, and then it was time to visit The Pit. The chances of Aiden returning were slim—he’d rarely done so in the past—but maybe there was something to be found in the alley. After a drink. Maybe I’ll get lucky in the club, too. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d got lucky. Pretty sure dinosaurs still roamed the earth.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Something the matter?”

Terry shook his head. “Just relaxed.”

Something nudged against his ass. “That bodes well for me.”

He reached back, and his fingers found Aiden’s hard cock. “Already?”

“Yup.” He pushed forward and backward in Terry’s grip. “You up for it?”

“I think I could be persuaded...”

Terry slid his hand through the shower curtain and fumbled on the shelf beside it until he found what he was looking for. He closed his fist around the lube and tried not to come from excitement as he pulled the bottle into the shower and flipped the lid. He’d dreamt of this moment, even before meeting Aiden face-to-face. A strong, gorgeous man fucking him for all he was worth. Holding him hard against the wall while he had his way with his willing asshole.

Aiden took the bottle, his hand lingering on Terry’s for a moment before he busied himself coating his cock. Terry gasped as a slick finger found his hole.

“Been a while, huh?” Aiden said from behind, a smile in his voice.

“It has.” Terry adjusted his footing. “That doesn’t mean you should go easy on me, though.”

“No?” The finger slipped inside him. “How should I go, then?”

Terry took a shuddering breath as the fingertip slid away, only to be replaced by the pressure of Aiden’s cock pushing against his slick entrance. “Slow at first, then hard and fast. Treat me like you caught me breaking into your house.”

Aiden laughed. “You like it rough.”

“No, I don’t.” Terry pushed back against him. “I love it rough.”

“Well, if that’s what you want...” Aiden growled and pushed Terry against the shower wall. “I’m happy to oblige.”

Terry’s response was cut short as Aiden’s cock pushed harder against his ass. He took a breath and relaxed, letting Aiden work, and his cockhead pushed inside Terry’s ass with a moment of both pleasure and pain.

“Oh God!”

Aiden began to slide his cock farther inside then back out again then back in. Each time he increased the depth, and soon Terry couldn’t imagine there being any more room inside him. But Aiden wasn’t finished, and Terry had to breathe deep and relax to let Aiden fit his huge cock all the way inside.

“You’re huge,” he managed to gasp, but Aiden just snarled in response and held Terry’s head under the hot water.

“I didn’t say you could speak, did I?” Terry shook his head, and Aiden released the grip. “Good boy. Now, stand there and take it like a man.”

Terry nodded and bit on his lip as the angel sped his strokes, slipping his entire length back and forth inside Terry’s slick hole. He had never felt anything so simultaneously painful and exquisite in his life. Aiden knew exactly what he was doing and managed to hit the right spot on every stroke so that Terry didn’t dare grab his own cock in fear he’d come straightaway. I want this to last. Instead he slapped his hands against the wall and moved his hips along with Aiden’s strokes.

“You feel perfect,” Aiden said, his breath ragged. “It’s like you were made to take my cock.”