Story Excerpt

“What the hell was that?”

Jacob raised an eyebrow at Alex. “Kiss?”

“Why?”

“Is that…not how sex gets started on your plane?”

Alex’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. It was an unfamiliar feeling. He didn’t like it. He narrowed his eyes at Jacob. “Yeah, I know what sex entails. I just…” He struggled with the words, coming up with nothing. “Why?”

“We’re mates,” Jacob said, his eyes searching Alex’s before he could turn away. He could feel fear rising inside him, for one of the first times in his life, and he didn’t want Jacob to see it in his eyes. “So…”

He moved in toward Alex again, his small, soft hands creeping up Alex’s chest. Alex backed away, nearly bumping his back into the tree behind him. This time, Jacob kept his distance, and it took every shred of control Alex had not to grab Jacob, turn him around, and push him against that tree until the outline of his cock pressed against Alex’s thigh.

It was just that he couldn’t.

“Look, you’re a planeswalker,” he began.

Jacob rolled his eyes. “I’m aware of that.”

“And I’m a werewolf—”

Jacob took a step toward him. “And your mom’s a planeswalker and your dad’s a werewolf. I get it. It’s unorthodox, but I kinda figured you of all people would—”

“I’m not prejudiced, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” Alex snapped.

Jacob held up his hands in protest. “Okay. Fine. What is it then?” He glanced down at Alex’s bulging crotch.

Alex snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Eyes up here.”

Jacob’s eyes widened as he did as he was told. “Sorry, I just…I mean, obviously you’re interested, so…”

Alex let out a breath that he feared sounded more like a growl. He could see Jacob flinch even at the sound of it. He searched his mind for a plausible excuse as to why he was resisting what his cock so clearly, embarrassingly desired. It was no use. All he could think of was the truth.

In his thirty-one years, Alex had had exactly ten lovers. All of them had been strangers, and all of them had taken place at a certain discreetly advertised club in Austin.

It was the closest place to Borderland that specialized in BDSM.

Jacob took another step closer to him, closing the distance between them. His hand crept up Alex’s chest, and Alex had to bite his lip to keep from kissing him.

“You’re not going to hurt me, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jacob said softly.

Alex closed his eyes, suppressing a shudder as he felt Jacob’s fingers trace past his nipple. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

It was exactly what he was worried about.

Until recently, Alex hadn’t given much thought to mating, always conceiving of it as some faraway event that he’d have plenty of time to prepare for when the time came. Even in the past weeks, when his brothers’ matings had forced the issue to the front of his brain, he’d always imagined that when he found his mate, his tendencies toward dominance and punishment would recede and be replaced by other, gentler desires, ones more appropriate for a lover he cared about and intended to spend the rest of his life with.

Only now, Jacob was here, and his smart mouth and slender frame as it leaned into Alex had done nothing but awaken every dominant tendency he had. With a vengeance.

Adult Excerpt

“Fuck me,” Jacob breathed. “Please. Make me yours.”

Alex’s brows drew together, and he shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He crawled up the bed toward Jacob, and Jacob’s arms shot out to draw him close, as close to him as he could get. “You won’t hurt me,” Jacob said. Alex didn’t move, but Jacob wasn’t above begging. “Please. Please, please, please—”

“Stop begging me!”

“Or what?” Jacob dared him. Alex growled, low and angry, and his hands closed tight around Jacob’s thighs. He could remember the way those hands felt, the way Alex felt when he’d let his resolve slip and cracked his palm down on Jacob’s ass. He wriggled under Alex’s touch, trying to get him to grab and smack his ass again. “Go ahead,” Jacob dared him.

Alex shook his head. “You can’t be like that.”

“How?” Jacob breathed. He was close to losing control. He just needed a little push.

“Like a bratty little sub.” Alex growled again. It was not a sound Jacob had ever expected to be erotic, but damn. Jacob had to remind himself to breathe just to keep his head from spinning. “If we’re going to do this,” Alex began, “I need you to listen so I won’t want to punish you.”

Jacob thought he’d like being punished quite a bit, but if Alex was going to give in, even a little, to what he wanted, Jacob wanted to help him however he could. More than anything, he wanted to make him happy.

“Okay.” He nodded. “I can do that.”

“And if I ask you to do something, I need you to do it.”

“Okay.”

“If I hurt you, you tell me to stop.”

“Okay,” Jacob repeated, but Alex only stared at him, his eyes heavy with concern.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you piss me off—”

Jacob couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice, recalling what happened the last time Alex used that term. “You’ll spank me again?”

“Don’t test me, angel.”

Jacob smiled, recalling Alex’s words in the hospital room. Do you know what BDSM is? He locked his eyes on his lover’s, knowing full well what his needs were.

“Yes, sir,” he said, smiling.

Alex’s eyes widened at the term, but then a wide, goofy smile spread across his face before he cleared it. “Turn over,” he said, low and commanding. He wasn’t trying to mask the note of domination in his voice anymore.

Jacob turned, pressing his face against the pillows and sucking in a breath. He folded his hands underneath his head and closed his eyes, feeling Alex’s hot, wet breath move down the small of his back. Fuck, hadn’t he had already been played with enough? He didn’t know if he could take this. He squirmed underneath the downward trail of Alex’s tongue until a firm hand grasped his ass.

“Don’t move,” Alex commanded him. Jacob stilled. It was going to kill him, but he did. He didn’t feel or hear anything else for a moment until Alex added, “Unless I tell you to.”

Jacob grinned, feeling his cock harden painfully at the command. It pressed into the mattress, stiff as a board as Alex tongued his way down Jacob’s crease and parted his cheeks. He squirmed to push his legs apart until Alex’s strong hands pressed into his thighs, holding them still, even as they spread wide open.

“I said don’t move,” Alex told him. There was a warning note in his voice, and for a bare moment, Jacob almost dared to test it.

Then he felt Alex’s hot, wet tongue plunge inside his hole.

He yelped at the sudden invasion, and he kept his mouth open, letting it fix into a silent scream as he struggled to keep his back from arching and his ass from pushing against the blinding rush of pleasure.

Somehow, he managed to stay still, letting the sensations build until they nearly overwhelmed him. Behind him, he could hear the soft thwack, thwack of Alex stroking himself. Thank God. Jacob was already so close he didn’t think he could hold out long enough to bring Alex to the edge with him. Just when Jacob was certain he couldn’t stave off his orgasm any longer, the wet pressure receded and disappeared. Jacob breathed out a sigh. Then Alex’s tongue was replaced by two insistent fingers pushing into him.

“Alex,” he panted as the fingers retreated, “I can’t—”

“You can,” he said as he invaded again. God help him, Jacob could. He felt those fingers attack and retreat in time to the soft sound of Alex jerking off behind him.

Alex’s fingers curled inside Jacob, stroking his prostate until he was almost out of his mind with need. Abandoning Alex’s orders, he shifted and squirmed, fisting his fingers on the bedsheets beneath him, humping the mattress and bucking against Alex’s steady, rhythmic touch. He couldn’t help it. He’d heard the note of desperation in Alex’s voice when he gave the order, but now, more importantly, he could sense his own need, unfamiliar as it was, pressing against him, growing and swelling until he could no longer hold it. He needed to claim Alex, needed to feel his lover open his mind and soul to unite with his. Jacob’s mind sought Alex’s, pressing at his defenses, seeking entry, but there was something Alex continued to hold back, some dark note of need he was denying himself. It was a need that grew exponentially as Jacob flagrantly disobeyed him, writhing and kicking and jerking under his touch.

Alex pulled away, but it didn’t stop Jacob’s panting. “Let go,” he said. “Please, Alex, I need—”

“Sir,” he panted. “Call me sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jacob was so damn close, he’d call Alex anything he wanted. Still, he couldn’t break through that wall, that last line of Alex’s defenses. He was holding something back. Desperate with need, Jacob continued to wriggle against the sheets, and Alex grabbed his ass to stop him. Hard. Fuck, it excited him. And it excited Alex, too, he noted, feeling those walls of resistance give as he squeezed at Jacob’s flesh and restore as he relaxed his grasp.

Was this what he was missing? That edge of pain?

In a haze of inspiration, Jacob pushed his ass into the air. “Fuck me,” he said, palming his cock with one hand. “If you don’t make me come now, I swear to God, I’ll—”

Before he finished the sentence, Alex pushed his hand away, pinning his wrist to the bed. Jacob moaned, feeling his cock pulse at the show of domination.

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” Alex said, his voice laced with need.

Jacob smirked, feeling the thread of Alex’s resistance thin to the breaking point. A single word would set him over. Or two.

“Make me,” he said.