STORY EXCERPT

A young man, mid-twenties, answered the door. And with such a miserable expression on his face that it was as though he was being forced to do so.

The man wore no uniform, was in a simple pair of jeans and a plain, dark T-shirt.

He also looked at Romulo as though he were dog shit.

Interesting.

“You’re the guy?”

It had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him like that.

Romulo was very intrigued.

“I assume you are to be my new servant?”

The man rolled his eyes. Jacob, if Romulo recalled the name correctly.

“Right, come on in, I’m still packing my things. His majesty only told me thirty minutes ago that you were coming.”

“Really? He spoke to me last weekend.”

Just as Jacob turned his back and started walking away, he stopped. Romulo stepped to the side just enough to see the way the small vein at the side of his eye twitched.

“Did he?” Jacob forced a smile, the sort of thing the Joker would have given off on a bad day. “How unlike him,” he said through clenched teeth. “It must have slipped his mind.”

It had clearly not slipped his mind. Romulo may have walked into something he didn’t fully understand here, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one.

And he could see someone who didn’t entirely adhere to the idea of a shifter’s superiority.

Even from the human perspective.

“Are you nearly packed?”

“Almost.” The man’s fists remained clenched. He seemed to be struggling to hold in his temper. “Give me…please give me a few more minutes. I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”

Romulo bet he did, and the more he looked at the male, the more he smelled him, the more patient he found himself becoming.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll speak with Alastair and Lillian for the moment, clear up some details.”

“They’re in their study,” Jacob said shortly. “Good hosts always come out and greet their guests, but sometimes forgetfulness can take them, so feel free to go and meet with them.”

Yes, Romulo knew he was going to like this man very much.

Jacob marched off. Romulo walked freely inside the vast home.

It was certainly warmer than his own. If Jacob had been taking care of this home, overseeing the servants, confirming that duties were being performed, then he might actually be worth the amount Romulo had paid for him.

He found the library easily enough. Many of these elegant homes took inspiration from each other when they were being built, and while there were some noticeable differences, Romulo could find his way about easily enough.

He knocked on the door.

“I said to pack your bags, you miserable little shit! Before Romulo gets here!”

Romulo opened the door, letting himself inside.

He couldn’t lie that he delighted in watching the other man squirm at the sight of him, shocked at his presence.

“Jacob allowed me inside. I hope I’m not intruding on anything.”

Alastair’s mouth opened and closed, but after two seconds of this, he managed to compose himself, smiling pleasantly and standing from behind his desk, as though ready to greet an excellent friend.

“Of course not! Any time I have available is always at your service, my dear friend!”

Alastair stepped forward, arms outstretched, as though he intended to hug him.

Romulo was willing to put up with many things, but the inner wolf he shared a brain with growled at the thought.

Romulo stuck his hand out instead, reaching for Alastair’s, and shaking it hard.

Alastair brought his hand in for the shake, as though that had been his intention the whole time.

“You look well, you look so well,” he said, smiling brightly. “You said Jacob let you in? I do hope he was polite.”

“Very,” Alastair lied. “Though it seems it slipped your mind to tell him of our arrangement.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Romulo wasn’t even touching his cock. Neither of them were touching the other like that. It was just kissing. It was beautiful, perfect kissing and touching, and yet it was still enough to make Jake’s dick throb.

Worse than those first few nights when he’d stayed here and dreamed of the man.

The real thing was better than any dream. Jake just didn’t want to come before they had the chance to get to anything fun.

A dream was one thing. Jake woke up and could clean himself off and not be embarrassed.

In real life, if he embarrassed himself and came too soon, there would be no waking up from that. No pretending it didn’t happen.

Romulo growled again, pressing his lips against the side of Jake’s throat, and then he slid sharp teeth across the sensitive flesh.

“Been thinking about this ever since I first saw you,” he said, accenting his low-toned voice with a soft bite. His fingers toyed with Jake’s nipples, circling and rubbing them.

Jake moaned. He couldn’t speak. He wanted to. He wanted to say something, anything at all that would make this make even a little sense, but he couldn’t seem to get the words out.

Just helpless moaning and breathing.

This man was amazing.

Why the fuck had Jake been hiding away from this?

Without warning, Romulo had to go ahead and make an intensely hot situation burn like the heat of the sun as he ripped Jake’s button-down shirt wide open.

Jake dropped the gift he’d been given as cool air touched his chest, but he was still able to keep himself somewhat in control.

He could still breathe. He could still think.

Mostly about how much he wanted some attention on his cock, but it was still thinking.

“I’ll get you a new one,” Romulo said, as though it was any skin off Jake’s back whether the man ruined the uniform he’d provided Jake with.

The only time Jake had a complaint or any second thoughts was when Romulo sank to his knees, his hands working on Jake’s belt.

“N-no. What are you doing? Get up!”

“No,” Romulo replied, his voice more sure of himself than anything Jake could have produced.

He got Jake’s pants and underwear down around his knees. Jake’s stupid dick throbbed, shooting up against his belly, as though the thing had been released from prison and was trying to make a getaway.

“You can’t.”

Romulo looked up at him, his eyes flashing back to that of the wolf. “You say that as though I do not benefit from this.”

He was the one getting ready to put Jake’s cock in his mouth. How could he possibly benefit from that? How could it be anything other than the master of the house getting onto his knees for a servant? A human servant at that?

Romulo didn’t seem to share these concerned. He opened his mouth and licked Jake’s cock from root to tip as though he were hungry for it.

Jake’s scandalized thoughts didn’t go away, but he couldn’t hear them as loudly over the sound of his own moaning.

Oddly enough, Romulo moaned as well, especially when he slipped the head of Jake’s dick into his mouth and sank down, lips and cheeks tight, eyes closed, and moaning as though he were savoring a treat.

That couldn’t be right. This was certainly no treat. This wasn’t anything any self-respecting werewolf should be doing with the help.

And certainly not something he should be encouraging by thrusting into his mouth the way he was.

Jake couldn’t help himself, though.

He’d had sex before, and it had always been a welcome release, but never in his life did he feel more wild, more animalistic than he did right now.