Stealing His Heart Away

STORY EXCERPT

Axel already crossed the boundary. He knew he shouldn’t be hanging around Ryan’s yard, and his wolf thought there was nothing wrong with checking on their human. Ryan wasn’t their human, he reminded his animal, no matter how much both wolf and man wanted Ryan.

He found a spare blanket from the closet and placed it over Ryan’s still unconscious form. Maybe Axel could linger just a little longer, just to make sure Ryan wouldn’t go into an attack again. According to his data, the police had a fifteen minute response time.

First though, Axel looked at himself. Seeing a naked man would probably shock Ryan as much as a seeing a werewolf. He jogged upstairs, memorizing scents along the way.

Axel found a pair of jogging pants and a big shirt that could fit on him in one of the drawers in Ryan’s bedroom. He put those on and looked around Ryan’s room. Everything here smelled of his little human, and Axel found himself touching surfaces, a gay romance book Ryan had been reading, a tablet, some socks. It was as if Axel wanted to memorize Ryan’s scent.

That way, he could easily track his human and—shit. Axel was doing it again, presuming Ryan was a conquest he planned on winning over. No, conquest was a wrong word, because Ryan was so much more.

Mate, his wolf finally identified. Axel froze. That couldn’t be. For all his jokes to Zane and the others about not needing a mate, there was a truth he’d hid, even from his best friends. That men like him who racked up plenty of sins didn’t deserve a mate. Axel had a feeling his friends harbored the same sentiments.

“He’s too good for us,” he told his wolf.

The beast inside him growled in disagreement. In the eyes of most of the world, Ryan might be considered an oddity, a freak, but not to him. Ryan hadn’t known it, but the past three days, he’d revealed so much of himself to Axel.

Hearing a crash sent Axel running back downstairs, only to find Ryan, clearly fine, wide awake, and holding onto a baseball bat.

“Don’t you dare come close,” Ryan warned, eyes flicking over him. The human swallowed, as if he wondered if he could take on Axel.

Axel extended a hand, a peace offering. “Hurting you is the last thing on my mind, little human. Put the bat down before you hurt yourself.”

“Hurt myself?” Ryan spat, fire in his eyes. “I’m the one with the weapon, buster.”

Oh, this was new. Axel hadn’t expected to see defiance in Ryan, and damn, but it only made him want his little human even more. Screw it. His wolf already knew in his bones what Ryan was. Mate.

Just to see what his little human would show him next, he shifted his offered hand to claws and gave Ryan a toothy smile. “Untrue.”

* * * *

Seeing the human hand of the intruder sporting long, wicked claws, Ryan knew he was done for. Savage but eerily beautiful yellow eyes peered back from a face made of hard but handsome angles. God, he knew it was inappropriate, but Ryan couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous this intruder was. Well-built and made of muscle, the stranger must have been six-foot-three at least, and every inch of skin that peeked from his clothes showed ink.

His clothes, Ryan told himself. Something was definitely wrong with him, because the first thing that popped in his mind was how attractive his attacker was. Damn it.

It wasn’t like Ryan never spoke to anyone else. He communicated to his boss and other team members on the phone and the delivery men and women who brought him his groceries and other shopping. Sure, it was hard, and he dreaded those days, but he managed.

None of those interactions ever stirred him up completely the way this man did. Then again, this man broke into his home and—

A vital piece of information clicked into place. This man had short black hair and those unique, inhuman eyes, just like the wolf he spotted.

“You’re the werewolf,” he whispered, feeling foolish for only piecing the picture together now. He hadn’t been aware of taking a few steps backward until his back hit the wall of his living room.

The werewolf sheathed his claws and actually had the nerve to grin at him. The alarms in his head no longer rang, but he was still wary of this stranger who could easily end his life.

“Guilty as charged,” the werewolf said, tone clearly amused.

“What do you want? Look, the cops are coming. You set off my alarm,” he quickly said, hoping the man would heed his warning.

Ryan didn’t know if his thinking was naïve, but he woke up on his couch with a blanket over him. If the intruder wanted to harm him, the guy would have done so already. Ryan thought that no matter how dangerous the werewolf looked, he wasn’t an assassin sent by Raines.

“By my estimation, they would only be here in eight minutes. Plenty of time for you and me to have a little chat, get to know each other better.”

Fear clogged his throat. He felt like an idiot for thinking this man didn’t mean him any harm. The werewolf growled under his breath, making him jump. Ryan didn’t miss the slightly sharpened edges of the intruder’s teeth.

“I smell fear on you, little human.”

He clutched at his bat, unsure if it would be of any help to him. To his surprise, he managed to come out with a witty retort. “Well, yeah. There’s a dangerous, handsome, big ass werewolf in my home.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Ryan panted. “Are you going to keep ripping all of my clothes?”

“It was in the way,” Axel said with a growl to his voice, and he saw Axel’s pupils were bright amber now. Ryan had a feeling it wasn’t just the man he was seeing but also Axel’s wolf, peering at him.

“Does your wolf approve of me?” he had to ask.

Axel chuckled, as if he asked the most obvious question in the world. “Little human, my wolf knew from the start you were meant to be mine. No doubts.”

Axel nuzzled his neck, scraped his teeth against his racing pulse point, before moving lower. The werewolf grabbed the bottle of maple syrup, uncapped it, and drizzled a couple of droplets over his chest. Axel set it down, lowered his head, and flicked his tongue over his left nipple.

He groaned, clawing at the wood as Axel sucked and nipped his way across the places where Axel dripped the syrup. Axel took his left nipple into his mouth, sucked, and at the same time, closed his fingers over his thickening shaft.

God. He was so aroused Ryan didn’t know how long he could last at this rate. Axel took the bottle again and gave his dick a few pumps. Ryan knew what was coming next but he didn’t mind, because no one ever looked at him the way Axel did, like he was the most desirable and precious thing in the world.

Axel let a few drops down his shaft, his balls. Then the werewolf bent down, tongued at his cockhead, licking away the pre-cum and sweet syrup. The cocky bastard took his time, tasting and lashing his tongue down his length. Axel also took in his balls into his mouth, sucking softly. All the while, Axel pinned his gaze on his, expression intense.

Ryan moaned as Axel ran a finger down his crease and found his asshole. He squirmed but Axel pressed his free hand on his belly, keeping him in place.

Axel paused from his task to say, “Fuck, little human. You taste so much better than I imagined.”

What could Ryan say to that? Axel had rendered him completely speechless, and Axel’s mouth and fingers felt too good. Axel fingered his hole and opened his mouth to take Ryan’s cock in. He gasped, watching his dick disappear down Axel’s throat.

Although Axel was the one giving him the blowjob, it was Ryan who was under Axel’s complete mercy. The werewolf bobbed his head up and down. When he was on the verge of coming, Axel pulled his mouth away, licking his lips.

He let out a hiss of frustration. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I don’t want you to come yet, little human. Remember, I lead the dance here, not you.”

Somehow, Axel’s words made sense, because when Axel ran the show, he realized he liked it, liked when his dominant werewolf gave him orders. Could he call Axel his? Did Ryan dare hope?

“Okay,” he whispered, excitement and anticipation running in his veins.

Axel got off him and picked up his discarded jeans, grabbing a condom and lube from his back pocket.

“Do you carry those with you all the time?” he asked. He hated sounding petty, but a good-looking guy like Axel would have no problem finding lovers. Why would Axel want him, if Axel could have anyone he wanted?

Axel silenced his doubts with a scorching look that was all naked, savage need. When Axel spoke, he caught a hint of sharp teeth under the dining room light. “I figured I might get lucky sooner or later,” Axel answered.

“With me?”

Axel walked over to him, giving his tormented prick a pull. Ryan nearly came then but he held back, not wanting to spoil the game. “Do you want to learn the truth, little human?”

Oh no. Axel sounded dead serious, even the look in Axel’s eyes scared him a little, but he knew Axel would kill himself first before harming him. “Yes?”

“I need to own you, to make you mine, because I’m a possessive, jealous fucker. I can’t let anyone else have you,” Axel said simply.

His heart started on a staccato rhythm. Those words should have made him a little weary, reminded him having a werewolf lover could be incredibly scary, but it didn’t. Instead, it gave him reassurance that this gorgeous man saw no other man in the world except him.

“It’s not like anyone’s lining up for me,” he joked.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Devalue yourself. Enough. I’m going to show you how important you are to me. You’re the treasure I’ve been searching for my entire life.” Axel hefted Ryan’s legs over his shoulders, making him squeak. “My mate.”

Only now did Ryan dare to believe those words. He kept quiet as Axel uncapped the lube and applied a generous amount inside his hole. Axel pushed one finger in, added in a second, making him groan.

The werewolf began widening him for his access and making twisting motions.

“You ready?” Axel asked, and he nodded as Axel took his fingers away.

The last time Ryan had sex had been with his high school boyfriend Todd. It had been quick and messy, the act between two young men who had no idea what they were doing. With Axel, it felt immensely different. He gripped Axel’s biceps and nodded again.

“Yes.”

Axel replaced his fingers with his cock, angling it to Ryan’s entrance. He sucked in a breath as Axel breached his ass.

Giving His Heart Away

STORY EXCERPT

“Speechless? I get that often,” the stranger drawled.

Charlie wanted to punch himself in the face if he could. Of course. This guy probably had no problems getting whoever and whatever he wanted.

“So, let me get this straight,” he said, recovering. “You want an ugly shirt? Won’t you lose your friend that way?”

Shit. Charlie shouldn’t be speaking to a customer like this, but men like him got on his nerves. Self-assured and arrogant guys like this asshole could probably get away with anything, even leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him.

“Nah. We’ll get a good laugh, and his mate will like me. Bonus points.”

Mate? His stomach churned. Only shifters used that word. If this stranger’s friend was one, then this guy was probably a shifter, too. Charlie would be lying if he said he had nothing against that particular paranormal species.

After Randy ran out on him, he went on the net for other heartbreak stories. True enough, he found out most werewolves stuck with their own kind and seldom showed interest in humans. Humans were inferior to them.

How was Charlie sure this man was a werewolf anyway? Perhaps the stranger was a were-rabbit or something, but he doubted it. Despite the easy smile, he wasn’t fooled. Every inch of this man screamed danger, but instead of coming up with an excuse to leave, he lingered. Charlie didn’t know why either.

“What will it take,” the man said as Charlie realized he hadn’t said a thing in a while, “for you to smile for me?”

Charlie scoffed. “Does that line normally work for you?”

“Don’t need to use it, because I never encountered a roadblock before.”

“I bet,” he grumbled. “How sweet, no one’s ever called me roadblock.”

“I try my best. Is that a hint of a smile on your lips? By the way, I’m Zane.”

“As if I’m about to give my name to a complete stranger,” he retorted, startled when Zane tapped at his name tag. He groaned.

“Pleased to meet you, too, Charlie.”

“I’m sure guys like you spend all their time working their charms on poor, gullible suckers, but other people are still working,” he stated.

He must have said something wrong, because Zane dropped the smile and that made all the harsh angles of his face stand out, making Zane appear more serious, dangerous even. Those black eyes glowed, had hints of yellow in them, telling him Zane’s animal started to peek out.

“You know nothing about me,” Zane quietly said, and his attention moved to a small scar on the side of Zane’s neck he hadn’t noticed before.

He swallowed.

What right did Charlie have to judge a complete stranger? For all he knew, Zane was only harmlessly flirting with him. He had no right to make assumptions. Ever since Randy ran two weeks ago, he’d been on edge. Losing his job was the last thing he needed. For one, he could barely pay both his rent and his debt to his friends. Casey and Donovan’s insurance covered some of their stolen items, but not all.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I’m not normally this rude to customers. I’ve been having a bad day, well, bad weeks,” he admitted. Now, why would he say that to someone he just met? Charlie didn’t know. His reaction to Zane confused him. Maybe it was just him being tired. He’d been working extra shifts, after all.

“What do you say I take you out for a drink?”

Charlie blinked. “You’re asking me out after the way I treated you?”

It wasn’t just his treatment, but what could a guy like Zane want with a plain looking man like him? Was Zane being nice or did he have other intentions?

As if Zane sensed his growing distrust, Zane said, “Just one drink. That’s all. I promise you, I won’t do anything against your consent. After that drink, you can tell me to fuck off and I will. Werewolf’s honor.”

God. What if Zane actually turned out to be a nice guy? After Randy, Charlie lost all hope of ever finding a decent man. He began to believe they didn’t exist, and yet here was Zane, proving him wrong. Charlie even felt a little better, less miserable than when he started his shift that morning. Spotting his grumpy manager Todd in the distance, he cleared his throat.

“Right, let’s find that shirt.” He purposely chose to not answer Zane. Charlie still didn’t know if he was ready to date again, and thankfully, Zane didn’t press.

Zane followed his line of sight and grinned. “What you got?”

Charlie ended up having more fun than he imagined, plowing through polo selections with Zane. They eventually decided on a purple and yellow polo tee.

“This is the one,” Zane said, holding the shirt up. “So, can I get this gift wrapped or something somewhere?”

“You haven’t shopped at a lot of department stores, have you?” he had to ask.

Zane shook his head. “Feel like I’ve been in the army my entire life. Before that, I lived in a really remote and small town. No malls there.”

He felt like a jerk again. A soldier? That kind of explained the dangerous energy he sensed from Zane.

“Are you off-duty?” he asked, leading Zane to the cashier, but taking his time so they could chat more.

“Permanently.” Zane didn’t elaborate, which was odd, since the shifter seemed chatty earlier. Charlie guessed it was a topic best not broached yet.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Ultimately, I don’t regret it.”

Charlie began to open his mouth, but Zane interrupted him. “No other questions, unless you agree to that drink.”

What was it about this man that intrigued him so much?

Charlie knew he might regret this decision later, but all he said was, “Fine.”

Zane lit up. “Good. What time does your shift end?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Charlie drowned in Zane’s urgent kisses, groaned when Zane reached his chest and flicked a tongue over his left nipple. The werewolf took the bud into his mouth sucking hard, at the same time reaching for his dick to give it a few tugs and pulls.

He groaned, squirming, but Zane’s huge body held him in place. Zane stroked his prick faster, then bit down, leaving his teeth mark on his nipple. Seeing the raised skin only turned him on. Werewolves loved biting in bed, and he didn’t mind that at all.

Zane took his mouth again and stroked him faster, until he was panting when Zane released his mouth. Charlie’s dick thickened at full length now, and Zane used his thumb to swipe the pre-cum off his tip.

“You want to come, little human?” Zane asked.

He let out a moan he hoped Zane took for assent.

“Good. Beg me.”

Seriously? How could Zane expect Charlie to do that, when he could barely speak? It was so hot having this big dominant man taking control of his body, claiming him in every sense of the word. After Randy, Charlie thought he’d never let another man into his heart again, but he was wrong. Randy had been a wrong choice, a mistake so fate could lead him to Zane, he began to believe that now.

“Please,” he uttered, crying out when Zane gave his dick another tug.

“Come for me, baby,” Zane ordered, squeezing his leaking tip.

That did the trick. The pressure inside him broke and he came, moaning as strings of his cum splattered Zane’s hard abs and ribs. Zane lifted his slick hand, covered with Charlie’s seed, and gave it a lick. Even in the bliss filled haze of post orgasm, he blushed. When Zane pressed his hand against his face, he lapped all the cum off, like a satisfied cat.

“Good boy.”

From another man, the words would come out strange, but not from Zane. Pleasure filled him at those words, but before he could answer, Zane flipped him on his hands and knees. A thrill went down his spine as he thrust his ass at Zane in offering. He jumped when Zane swatted his left ass cheek. Oh, that was freaking hot.

Who knew sex could be this fun? Sex always felt like an afterthought, a duty before, but Zane seemed intent on changing his mindset. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this, having sex this early with a not-stranger he met just yesterday.

No doubts filled him though, only a strange certainty that they were perfect for each other. He was definitely human and yet he knew this man was his fated soul mate.

“Lube?” Zane asked, voice harsh.

“Drawer under the bathroom sink,” he answered, groaned when Zane dragged a finger down the cleft of his ass. He pulled his legs further apart so Zane could trace his puckered entrance and give his balls a flick. How could he be this turned on after he just came?

“I’ll be right back,” Zane said.

He rested his cheek against his pillow, dick pulsing between his legs as Zane returned with the lube. This was another amazing thing about having a werewolf lover, shifters didn’t catch anything so that eliminated the need for a condom. That suited Charlie just fine, because he didn’t want a thin piece of plastic between them. He wanted his big bad wolf to ride him bare back, no barriers between them.

Zane joined him in bed. Charlie felt cool lube drizzling down his ass a moment later and Zane pushing one finger in. He shuddered in anticipation, unable to wait a second longer. Zane added a second and began widening him for access.

“Look at you. All primed up for me already?” Zane asked, giving his rising cock a squeeze.

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled. “Want you in me bad.”

“Me, too, little human, been thinking about doing this since last night” Zane pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

Finally, Charlie thought. Zane gripped his hips and pushed in without warning. He cried out as Zane’s huge dick penetrated him. A burn started, but once Zane pushed past the thick ring of muscles, it became smoother. Finally, Zane buried himself balls deep in him.

He took deep breaths. Zane was so huge, Charlie felt completely stretched. Still, it was the good kind of pain, one that promised mind-blowing ecstasy later on. Zane moved, thrusts steady, each one moving deep and deeper. He panted, clawing at the sheets for balance as Zane fucked him faster, harder.

Charlie always liked it rough, so he pleaded for more. Zane reached between his legs, began stroking his prick again, which was already at half-mast.

“Fuck, baby. Feels so good to be inside your tight little ass.”

He blushed at those words but couldn’t deny they turned him on.

Feeling like he should say something, he blurted, “A—and your cock feels great.”

Zane laughed. “You’re not used to talking during sex, are you?”

“Well, sex was always this quick, boring thing. Used to,” he corrected. “I’ll do better next time.”

His heart hammered. Could there be a next time?

“Fuck, little human. You surprise me at every turn.”

“That a good or bad thing?”

“Definitely good. I better bring my A-game next time.”

Then they couldn’t talk at all.