STORY EXCERPT

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Grant demanded.

The cute younger man swallowed. “My name’s Tom. Tom Parker. I’m a beta werewolf, and for now I work with the Templars.”

“Why?”

“Because they tell me to, not because I agree with them,” Tom said.

Grant narrowed his eyes. “Speak plainly to me, or I’ll shut you up for good,” he threatened, and he managed to get his fingers to squeeze just enough to let the man know he wasn’t kidding.

Which was total bullshit because for whatever reason, Grant did not want to kill this man.

“I can’t tell you anymore, all right?” Tom snapped. “I’m just...doing a job.”

Grant let out a disgusted noise, and he flung the wolf away from him, hating that he’d had to touch him at all.

The only werewolf Grant liked was Conner, his high dragon’s new mate, and even that respect had been slowly earned by the man’s genuinely cheerful nature.

It seemed that Conner was destined to be the only wolf that Grant ever liked, because the one in front of him was bringing out the worst in him.

“So it’s your job to come in here naked and wrap me up in a blanket?”

“You were cold. You were shivering,” Tom said, and he wasn’t looking at Grant’s face, or even Grant. He was staring down at the floor as he rubbed his arm. He looked nervous, and Grant shoved away the tiny part of himself that felt sympathy.

They were both still on their knees, and now that Grant had the reminder, he realized that it was indeed pretty damn cold on the floor. A lot colder than he thought it was.

Grant scowled at himself as he reached for the blanket, wanting to have a look for himself, as if he would discover there had been something sinister about it.

It really did just look like a regular blanket, the only thing that was off about it, was the fact that there was a small bottle of lubricant among the folds.

Grant picked it up, and he looked right into the blond’s blushing face. He guy was actually hiding his face behind his hand.

“You’re cute and all—”

“I can explain—”

They’d both spoken at the same time, and when that happened, they both stared at each other, as if shocked.

“All right, explain,” Grant said. “Because more and more it’s looking like you were sent in here to get me to fuck you. Do the Templars want some cross between wolf and dragons? Because if they want a hatchling, they’re out of luck.”

“Because you won’t have sex with me?”

“Because the conditions aren’t right,” Grant said, and that was all he was going to say on the matter as well. He barely knew this man, as cute as he was, so there was no way he was going to get into how dragons could impregnate, and only during certain times of the year. Sometimes they couldn’t even do it for years at a time either. With such long life spans, it wouldn’t be the best thing in the world if dragons repopulated like bunnies.

Grant would need to go into heat. His body would produce an immense amount of sperm, as well as a blank egg that would go inside of his chosen mate.

The whole thing was supposed to be a painful process for males who were chosen to carry the hatchlings, which was why everyone had worried about the high dragon choosing such a weak mate for himself. The men who went through with it had to have their entire insides changed around as a womb was created to house the egg. The egg would then take the DNA of the mother, and the sperm would do the rest before it could start to grow.

It was so much easier and less dangerous to just have hatchlings with another dragon, or even a female. They already had the innards for that sort of thing, even if the egg itself always posed as something of a problem after it started to get on the larger side, especially if the shell cracked before the birth.

Grant couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gone into heat, but he hadn’t impregnated anyone in years, and he swore to himself that it wouldn’t take anything less than Armageddon for him to do it again.

“Well, that works out just fine anyway, because I don’t want to get pregnant, and don’t go around talking about wolf and dragon mixes. You’re going to give them some ideas.”

It almost sounded as if this young man really was trying to help Grant, but it could easily be a trick. Templars weren’t exactly known for being honest or fair.

“So then, why are they putting you in here with me?”

Tom looked away from him again. “I told you, it’s a job I have to do. It’s...it’s nothing personal.”

“I see. Well, if the Templars don’t want my sperm to make a hatchling with, then it’s clear they brought you in here to lull me into a false sense of security. I won’t reveal names from my clan or where the castle is or how to get there.”

“They practically already know where it is anyway,” Tom said, and it sounded like the little brat was sulking! “It’s not like you all make it hard for them to figure it out, considering you’re always flying off in the same direction to get back home.”

Grant frowned. He hadn’t thought of that. When he got out of here, he was going to have to speak with Aris, the high dragon, about that as well.

“I still won’t say a thing.”

“Even if it means saving your brother?” Tom asked.

Grant immediately grabbed the man by the throat, and he slammed him down onto the cold ground.

Tom’s heart started to pound, and those interesting blue-green eyes stared up at him.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Do you have anything?” Grant asked. He hadn’t exactly brought any lube in here with him, and he was hoping that Tom’s depression hadn’t halted a healthy need for masturbation.

“Yeah,” Tom said, and he leaned over to his side and reached between the mattresses to yank out a small purple bottle.

Not exactly an original hiding place, but definitely not as obvious as the nightstand either.

Grant took it and popped the thing open with his thumb. He immediately squirted some into his hand and stroked his nearly red cock with it. It was so good that he nearly came from that alone. His prick was dark and the bulb was damn near purple.

It pulsed in his hand, so he stroked it only once just to coat himself, and then he removed his hand to keep himself from coming too soon.

Tom was already fisting and stroking his prick, moaning as he watched Grant touch himself. “Put it in me. Right now, don’t wait.”

Grant snorted a laugh. “I don’t think we should do that,” he said, and then he added some more of the lube to his fingers. It tingled and warmed his cock and his fingers on contact, and he wondered where Tom had come across the stuff.

He also decided it didn’t matter. “I’m going to get you wet for me, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yeah,” Tom said, and his entire body was flushed with want. It was good seeing him like that, seeing his body filled with life instead of lacking in it.

Grant leaned down and pressed his mouth to Tom’s hole, licking it and pressing his tongue against it, feeling the smaller man shiver and listening as he moaned at the pressure he was receiving.

Grant pulled his mouth away and replaced his tongue with slick fingers. He pushed them inside, and Tom pushed his ass back against the intrusion. The sight of Tom thrusting his hips like that made Grant’s cock pulse and his balls tighten up. His mouth watered, and he couldn’t wait much longer.

He had to remind himself that it had been an entire month since they’d done anything even remotely sexual, and then it had been a couple of days before that since Grant had fucked Tom at all.

He hooked his fingers within the ring of muscle, spreading the lube as deep and as far as it would go.

Tom moaned, his gorgeous eyes squeezed tightly shut as he gripped his hair and humped against Grant’s fingers. “N–no more. Fuck me now. Right now, please!”

Grant had to listen to the man because there was no way in hell he could deny his lover, his mate, after all this time anymore.

Grant pulled his fingers from Tom’s hole, and he leaned down and pressed a hard, biting kiss to the man’s swollen lips just as he gripped himself by the root, lined up the head of his cock, and then thrust it home.

Tom cried out and tensed up. His wolf’s claws had come out and he was gripping Grant by the shoulders, digging into the flesh and making him bleed, but he felt no pain because it was just so damned good.

Tom was so damned tight. Grant had forgotten how hot and good this felt, and the second his cock was buried within that heat, Grant lost all ability to think of anything but ramming his hips forward and taking Tom as hard and fast as he could.

Tom arched his back and dug his fingernails deeper into Grant’s skin, and it made him that much hotter for the guy. For the first time in so long, Grant was staring at the bite mark on Tom’s neck with something other than guilt, and he leaned in and pressed his teeth to the familiar scar as their bodies rocked together. Skin slick with sweat and pre-cum that was leaking from Tom’s cock as it was trapped between their bodies, Grant lost complete control of himself.

He came with a growl, his body becoming tight and his cock swelling even more as the release surged through him like a rocket.

He spilled his seed deep inside of his mate, the pleasure rocked him, and then Tom’s asshole was gripping him tight enough that it nearly hurt.

Warm cum spilled between them as Tom opened his mouth and came with a loud yell. The sight of his wolf’s teeth, the way his eyes glowed that bright gold, was such a turn-on, and Grant thought he could go again.

In fact, he knew he could go again. His prick was still hard and he still wanted to keep the momentum of his hips going.

Tom blinked as if he was in a daze. “Th–this is going to go on for a while.”

“Yeah?” Grant asked, grinning a bit as he rocked his hips forward. He was fully hard again within seconds, and soon he was thrusting in earnest again.

“Y–yeah,” Tom moaned. “M–my scent, my ph–pheromones—”

Grant kissed the man, pushing his tongue between Tom’s lips and enjoying the natural taste of his beta wolf. He didn’t have to say anymore anyway. Grant understood. He’d already suspected this would happen once he realized what was going on. They’d been apart for too long, avoiding each other for weeks, and now they needed to catch up on all that time lost.