SEDUCED BY TWINS

STORY EXCERPT

Maddox smiled as he pulled to the curb in front of Bungles Hardware. Matthew had sent him into town for some supplies. A few things needed fixing around their new home. He spotted Sam walking toward him. The human hadn’t spotted him yet.

He slipped out of his Charger and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew Sam would be pissed to see him, but Maddox didn’t care.

His gaze drank in Sam’s lithe frame, his brownish-blond hair, his cupid mouth, and dark green eyes. Maddox was getting hard just staring at the guy. Sam was looking downward at his phone and nearly passed Maddox. He cleared his throat.

Sam’s head popped up, and then his eyes grew wide before they narrowed. “You.”

“Which me?” Maddox teased. Most people had trouble telling him and Matthew apart. They’d managed to fool their parents on more than one occasion. The only one who was never fooled was their baby sister, Skyler. She could tell who was who blindfolded. Maddox wanted to see if Sam could.

The guy studied him for a long moment and then smirked. “Maddox.”

“How’d you guess?” Maddox was impressed, and a bit turned on.

Sam tucked his phone into his back pocket. “Because you keep looking at me like I’m your lunch,” he explained. “Matthew didn’t look at me that way, not with open interest the way you do.”

Maddox nodded. “Matthew is more subtle, whereas I have no problem letting someone know just how interested I am in them.”

He pushed from the car and moved closer, but Sam backed away. The guy looked as if he’d pass out at any second. Jeez, Maddox wasn’t that frightening. At least he wasn’t trying to be. “Relax, I’m not going to attack you right here on the street.”

“But you’d attack me if there weren’t any witnesses?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Maddox said. “Just calm down.”

Maddox knew why Matthew had scared Sam and why he’d played along, but to be honest, he didn’t like his mate being scared of him. His wolf whimpered to get closer, but Maddox knew he had to take this slow.

“What do you want?”

That was a loaded question. Maddox wanted everything from Sam, but for now, he wanted to see the guy smile, to hear him laugh. “A million dollars. You wouldn’t happen to be carrying that in your pocket?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Corny.”

“I was just wondering if you’d show me around town. If you hadn’t figured out from last night, I’m new here,” Maddox said.

“Bullshit,” Sam said, his face tight. “You two acted as if you didn’t know where Dalton Falls was, yet Matthew drove here without any instructions from me. Show yourself around, jerkwad.”

Sam began to walk away, but Maddox moved until he blocked the guy. “A friend of the family lives here.” He held his hands up. “That’s the honest truth. But we’ve never explored the town before, not as residents. It would be nice to get a tour from a native resident.”

“Ask your friend to show you around,” Sam said as his face clouded over. “I don’t trust you or your twin after the stunt you two pulled.”

Maddox glanced at a guy leaving the hardware store, toddler in tow. The stranger glanced between them before walking to his car. He could smell cat on the guy. He was some kind of shifter. Maddox shoved his hands into his front pockets, trying his best to seem less intimidating. “Can we start over?”

A frown puckered between Sam’s eyes. “Why are you so pressed to be friends?”

Because you’re my, and Matthew’s, mate. “You seem like a nice enough guy, and from what my friend told me, this town isn’t very accepting of strangers.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?” Sam asked, his tone filled with hesitation as suspicion gleamed forth. “You two seemed nice last night, until I got into the car. What if you flip on me again?”

Maddox crossed his heart with his finger. “Won’t happen again. I swear.”

Sam brushed a lock of hair from his face and glanced around. “What do you want to know?”

“Can we walk and talk?” Maddox asked. He stepped aside to allow Sam to move ahead and then fell in beside him when his mate began to walk.

“I’m not sure if this place will be a perfect fit for you,” Sam said as he smiled at a couple passing them by. The woman smiled at Sam. The guy scowled at Maddox before he scented the air, and then he frowned. Sam seemed oblivious to all of this.

“And why is that?” he asked.

“Because this town is…different.” Sam stopped and gazed up at Maddox, those green eyes captivating him. For a second, Maddox became lost in them.

“What?”

“I’m just trying to figure you out,” Sam said. “What’s your angle?”

“I don’t have an angle,” Maddox said. “I’m just a new business owner and resident who doesn’t know anyone here aside from Matthew, our friend, and you.”

Sam leaned sideways as he tucked his arms over his chest, eyeing Maddox. He knew that he and his brother had broken Sam’s trust. It was a price Matthew had been willing to pay to teach their mate a lesson. Maddox, on the other hand, was pissed that he had to gain it back. Matthew could have found another way to teach Sam about taking rides from strangers.

“I still feel like I’m being set up for some kind of fall,” Sam said and then sighed heavily. “Fine, we’ll start fresh, but screw me like that again, and you better forget I exist.”

“Got it.” Maddox smirked. “No screwing you.”

ADULT EXCERPT

He hesitated, still shivering like crazy when Maddox grabbed the hem of Sam’s shirt and lifted it over his head. Sam stood between the two, his thin chest exposed to them both. He tried to cover his chest, but Maddox grabbed his wrists and held them at his sides as the guy began to kiss him along his neck. Sam shuddered and tilted his head to the side as Matthew started to kiss him along his bare shoulder.

Sam’s lips parted, his breath coming out in short bursts as Maddox unbuttoned his pants, pulling the fabric apart. His warm hand slid into Sam’s underwear, and then the guy wrapped his hand around Sam’s aching cock.

Oh god! Sam hitched his hips forward as he leaned into Matthew, closing his eyes once more while Maddox began to slowly stroke him. He still wasn’t sure if he could go all the way, wasn’t sure about any of this, but he didn’t have the willpower to stop Maddox, to stop Matthew. All he could do was feel, his inhibitions and worries slipping away with that single touch.

When Matthew pulled the waistband of Sam’s pants down below his ass cheeks, Sam didn’t even flinch. Sam writhed between the two, snapping his hips forward as Matthew traced his crease, his wet finger delving deeper until the tip circled around Sam’s entrance.

He just…oh god…this was… Sam couldn’t focus on one single thought. His fingers curled and uncurled as Maddox dropped to his knees and took Sam’s cock into his mouth.

“Shit!” Sam cried out as Matthew wrapped an arm around his chest, holding him up, his finger still probing, circling, pressing against Sam’s quivering hole. Matthew’s muscles bunched and flexed against Sam’s back, his arm a steel band.

He might be in over his head, but Sam wasn’t going to stop this. Even though his mind screamed to take a breath and think this through, his body duct taped his thoughts. Sam wanted release so desperately that he was willing to do anything to get it.

“You want to come down Maddox’s throat, don’t you?” Matthew asked as the tip of his wet finger breached Sam’s ass.

Instinctively, Sam clenched his cheeks as he panted so heavily that he became dizzy.

“Y–yes,” Sam said breathlessly.

“Relax,” Matthew said into his ear. “Let me in.”

Sam blew out a long breath as he released the tension. Matthew’s finger sank deeper as Maddox took Sam’s cock all the way down his throat. Sam hadn’t realized that—as Maddox sucked him off—he had also pulled Sam’s pants all the way down to his ankles and was currently removing his shoes. Sam stepped out of them and then out of his clothing.

He was now standing there completely naked and didn’t even care. He alternated between thrusting forward into Maddox’s mouth and rocking backward onto Matthew’s finger.

“I wish it was my cock in your ass instead of my finger,” Matthew said with a slight growl, reminding Sam that he was with two predators—two dominant wolf shifters. “Do you want that, Sam? Do you want to feel my cock buried deep inside of you?”

The tendons in Sam’s neck strained as Maddox recaptured his wrists, holding them at Sam’s sides. Maddox worked Sam’s cock like a dream, his tongue twisting and swirling, lashing his balls before the appendage trailed up his shaft to circle the head.

“Yes,” Sam whimpered. “God yes.”

“Maddox,” Matthew said. “Back off.”

Sam nearly cried when Maddox let his cock slip from between the man’s lips. One of Maddox’s brow rose as he gazed up at Matthew. “Mind telling me why you had me stop?”

“We need to get him upstairs,” Matthew explained, his arm still wrapped tightly around Sam’s chest. “We need a bed to lay this beautiful creature out on.” Matthew’s arm flexed. “At least for the first time.”

Maddox rose with a wolfish grin. “Most definitely.”

Sam’s head was still spinning as Matthew picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. Matthew took the steps two at a time, giving Sam very little time to process what was happening, let alone time to protest.

He got a quick glimpse of the living room before Maddox filled his vision. The twin puckered his lips and made a kissing noise.

Sam started to tell Matthew to put him down, but the twin had stepped into a large bedroom. Maddox closed the door behind them. Sam was dumped onto the bed, and then Matthew crawled over the mattress, hovering over Sam, stealing a kiss before Sam had a chance to catch his breath.

Sam concentrated on Matthew because, now that his cock wasn’t buried in Maddox’s throat and he had an ounce of brainpower, the thought of both men taking him had him ready to bolt. Matthew didn’t let his thoughts stray too far though—not when the man kissed him so passionately that Sam’s toes curled.

THE RUNNING BUNNY

STORY EXCERPT

Glancing at the bar, Taylor didn’t see Paden anywhere. From what he’d been told, Paden owned the place. The thought that this was a bad idea only intensified as he gazed at more and more customers. He shouldn’t be in a place like this. If he didn’t get out of there soon, his foot would end up on someone’s keychain.

“Aw, come on,” the stranger said. Taylor could smell demon all over the man as the stranger leaned in closer, the side of his mouth curling into a devilish grin. “Don’t you like to have fun?” He began to back Taylor into the wall. Not only was the guy exceedingly tall, but massively built and downright gorgeous. But Taylor hadn’t come here for sex and he definitely hadn’t come here to be boxed in by a demon.

Taylor’s gaze shot from left to right, trying to find a way out of this. A few people glanced their way but then went back to whatever they were doing.

“Yes,” Taylor said. “I love to have fun. Do you play Scrabble?”

The man laughed as if Taylor had been kidding. He hadn’t. His heart was thumping so loudly that the blood was rushing rapidly through his ears. Taylor wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more frightened when he saw Nevada step behind the guy.

The man was just as gorgeous as Taylor remembered, and just as intimidating. The expression in the wolf’s eyes was dark and deadly as he glared at the demon’s back. Taylor could still hear the noise of the club all around him, but it was as if someone had muted the sounds, making it sound like muffled background noise instead.

The room seemed to shrink, and all Taylor could focus on was his mate. Nevada had a low beard around his jaw, penetrating eyes, and an aura that said he wasn’t in the mood for this bullshit.

“He said no.” Nevada’s voice was low, menacing. There was a touch of growl to it that sent Taylor’s pulse racing even higher.

The stranger backed up, holding his hands up in front of him. “My bad.”

What did that even mean? Taylor had never understood that phrase. “T-thanks,” he said to the wolf shifter.

“Don’t thank me just yet.” Nevada pulled Taylor from the wall he’d been cornered against and down a long hallway.

Taylor wasn’t sure where Nevada was taking him. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to go. This place was not for a bunny. It wasn’t for any docile creature. Why a fairy owned it was beyond him. The town was mostly comprised of prey, but from what he could see in this club, predators liked to prowl around this place.

He didn’t want to go deeper into this seedy place. Taylor became angry, ready to rip his hand from Nevada’s clutches. “Please, let me go.”

Nevada opened the door to one of the rooms in the back and guided Taylor in before closing the door behind him. When he turned, Nevada’s brown eyes had grown darker, and Taylor could see the tips of the man’s canines.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was still hostile.

Taylor was trapped in this room with nowhere to go. He had to play nice if he ever wanted to get out of there alive. That seemed to be a reoccurring theme in his life. He thought about the way Kaluza had been itching to beat the shit out of him. Taylor thought about Marek’s five-second proposal to rat on his uncle. He even thought about the detective who had come by the shop earlier that day.

Taylor was sick and tired of being bullied around, but what could he do about it? He hadn’t told Kent and Morrison about the detective. He’d been too afraid that Kent and Morrison would forbid him from leaving his apartment, and Taylor wasn’t about to become a prisoner in his own home. He’d find a way to deal with the phony detective on his own.

“I came to talk to Paden about my car.” Taylor’s voice squeaked a bit.

Nevada lowered his head and leaned into the door, taking deep and slow breaths. It looked as if he was fighting something. What it was, Taylor wasn’t sure. “Are you okay?”

Taylor started to step closer and thought better of it. Nevada was a wolf shifter, after all. Just because he’d saved Taylor from the demon didn’t make them friends. Just because they were mates didn’t make them instant…anything.

Taylor ran his hands down the front of his pants. He was sweating like crazy. All he wanted to do was get out of there.

“Just…” Nevada took a deep breath. “Just give me a minute.” Taylor could see the man’s jaw flexing before he shook his head. “You smell so damn good.”

Normally, that would have been a compliment, but Taylor didn’t take it as one. Not when he was prey and Nevada was the predator. That only meant that Taylor might end up as Nevada’s dinner. He swallowed hard, wishing he had called instead. One of these days, he was going to learn not to be so naïve.

Brown eyes slid toward him, and Taylor gasped when he saw just how deep in color they were. Nevada was starting to look more and more like a wolf and less and less like a human. His canines had grown, and fur started to sprout over his body.

Taylor backed up until his butt hit a table. He had nowhere to go. “Are you planning on attacking me?”

“Yes.” The word came out in a chilling growl.

ADULT EXCERPT

Propping his arms on either side of Taylor’s head, Nevada brushed his fingers over Taylor’s hair. “Tell me you’re not leading a double life. Tell me I don’t have to worry about you.”

The desperation in Nevada’s eyes hit Taylor soul deep, like a sledgehammer slamming into his gut. Instead of lying to his mate, Taylor asked, “What happened that you feel as if you can’t trust anyone?”

Nevada closed his eyes and shook his head. “Never mind.”

Taylor didn’t argue. If he pushed the wolf, the guy just might make him promise something he couldn’t. Taylor still didn’t know Nevada that well—even though he was ready to let the guy mate him for life—and was too terrified that if he told his mate everything, somehow Marek would find out and Taylor would be Bubba’s bitch in some prison cell before he could blink his eyes.

No, he had to continue with the lie that he was Taylor Rogers, forgetting the name King for now.

Taylor took a deep breath and let it out before tracing the tips of his fingers along Nevada’s upper arms. “Are you going to get undressed or leave me lying here, begging you to fuck me?”

Nevada’s eyes became liquid pools of darkness, of heat and desire, as he pulled back and then stood over Taylor, undressing in a way that made Taylor think the man was doing a striptease for his entertainment, his pleasure. Nevada’s hands moved slowly over his shirt, skimmed down his chest until he reached the hem, and then pulled it over his head, tossing the fabric to the floor.

Next were his boots. Can’t take the jeans off if the boots were still on, and Taylor drooled as he watched Nevada’s muscles bunch and flex as he bent over and removed them. Taylor never considered a back sexy, but Nevada’s was pure perfection.

“Why do I feel like you should throw money at me?” Nevada winked at him, and Taylor felt a blush work over his body.

“Sorry, I’m broke, and I think coins would hurt if I flung them at you.” He’d never had anyone undress like this for him and, in all honesty, felt a bit embarrassed to have such attention aimed his way. It was as if Taylor had his own private show, an intimate seduction with nothing but his pleasure in mind.

When Nevada reached for the snap of his pants, Taylor sucked his bottom lip in and chewed on it, anxious and excited to see what had been hidden under that denim material. Nevada had a nice ass. Taylor knew that, but he wanted to see it in the flesh.

He also wanted to see just how big the guy’s cock was. Taylor shoved to his elbows, his gaze riveted to his mate’s groin. He felt like a kid staring into a big glass window of a candy store, salivating at the treat in front of him, desperate to slide that sweetness into his mouth. Or, in this case, his ass, but the mouth was a sure bet as well.

Nevada flipped one side of the opening outward and then pulled it back in, a teasing glimpse of the dark hair nestled above his cock. Just from that brief show, Taylor caught the fact that the man kept his hairs trimmed. He liked that.

Turning, Nevada glanced over his shoulder and gave Taylor a wicked grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Taylor’s breath caught when Nevada lowered his jeans until they hugged the flare just under his ass.

Taylor groaned. “Stop teasing me. You’re going to make me come before anything gets started.” He was panting as he said it, licking his lips. He decided to get things moving faster by palming his cock in his hand and stroking it slowly, giving a show of his own.

“You think masturbating will make me move faster?”

“Yes,” he said. “I think so because of the way you’re looking at my hand on my cock instead my face.”