Seduced and Rescued

STORY EXCERPT

He shifted, staying small at first as he slithered along the ground, keeping low, moving, stopping, moving, and then stopping again. He knew his men were next to him. They were spread out, but they were still there. Ezekiel didn’t need to look their way to see them.

Eye on the prize. Eye on the prize. The alphas were right there. Some were drunk on their own moonshine, which was perfect because that would only make it so much easier for him to sneak up on them. He would destroy them. He would shatter their bones and make sure they were never fit to run another pack again, whether it was as a group, or individually, they were finished.

Almost there. He was almost there.

He stopped one more time. He wasn’t a camoflouge dragon, so it was lucky that the dull, colourless landscape kind of went along with his natural dragon colouring. All the same, even with the wind in his favor, it was a small miracle that no one had seen him yet.

He could spring right now, take out that one alpha who was laughing obnoxiously and slapping the back of his comrade.

Ezekiel wasn’t sure why, but he definitely had his sights set on that man right there, and he wanted to kill him. He wanted to sink his teeth into that fat, sweaty neck and crunch down until he tasted blood and until he felt no more movement, no more pulse, no more life.

He bunched up his elbows, his claws sinking into the ground, ready to spring, ready, almost—

He stopped. He had to. An omega stepped forward, into the group of three alphas, and right in front of the one Ezekial had been wanting to kill. He held out a new glass mug for the alpha to take.

He did take it, right before guzzling down everything in the glass, and with a happy, drunken laugh, smashed the glass onto the hard earth before smacking him hard on the back of the head, his voice a loud, happy bomb.

“Clean that up!”

Omegas were easy to tell apart from Alphas and betas in the shifter community. They usually had some physical traits of their animal selves to give away what they were.

Dogs ears and tails, cat ears and tails, or the occasional scales on their faces if they were dragons. Sometimes the eyes would be more animalistic, too.

This omega had his ears pointed down, and his tail quivering, as if he was struggling to keep it from settling neatly between his legs where it really wanted to go.

It was the sight of him that had Ezekiel stopping. There was a crate in the way, so he couldn’t see the omega as he bend down to pick up the mess that had been made, and he waited, desperate, breath held.

He could feel the eyes of his friends on him, staring, glaring, worried, and angry.

He was putting them in danger now that he wasn’t moving, now that he was stalling the attack, but Ezekiel couldn’t move. His bones and muscles had no strength within him to do anything. Not until he saw the omega again.

It was a mistake. It had to be a mistake. His eyes had played tricks on him. That was the only explanation for it. That was not Skylar.

It was impossible. Skylar was dead.

The omega stood up again, bare hands filled with thick pieces of glass, ears still down. He was hesitant to look the alpha in the eyes.

And Ezekiel thought his heart was going to explode in his chest. The pendant he wore beneath his clothes, and now his scales, burned against his body.

That…that had to be someone who just looked like him. That couldn’t be Skylar. He was dead. Ezekiel had seen all the blood. He’d smelled it. There had been so much of it.

But there had been so much blood everywhere.

Sky’s pack, wiped out, the alpha dead, a clear take over by a rival pack for omegas and resources, they’d killed all of the alphas, most of the betas, and a good number of omegas.

Sky’s body hadn’t been recovered, and for a time, Ezekiel had hoped against hope, and he’d searched and hunted, desperate to find that pack and free his mate, to free everyone who had been taken.

He’d been on the right trail, until he’d come across the dumping ground. Bodies piled up, burned, teeth removed, it had been…unsettling, and Ezekiel knew in that moment that if Sky had survived the take over, he wouldn’t have survived it when the rival pack chose to lose the dragon hunting them by killing their spoils.

He would have to be dead.

The authorities agreed, and it had taken months before Ezekiel could get out of bed, and more more of therapy before Ezekiel could let himself admit that his mate really was dead, and that it wasn’t his fault.

He hadn’t believed it, and the therapist had known he didn’t believe it. Ezekiel just assumed the man had decided he could do no more for Ezekiel’s pain.

Now Sky was right there. He was in this pack. He was alive.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I love you so fucking much it hurts,” Ezekiel said with a rasp, leaning in and giving his mate even more stimulation by briefly putting his mouth against his mate’s nipples. One at a time, he sucked on them, switching between them, and knowing he was doing a good job of teasing his lover as Skylar put his hands on Ezekiel’s head. He couldn’t grab at Ezekiel’s hair like he used to because it was too short. Ezekiel made a mental note to grow it back out again when given the chance.

“F-feels good,” Sky moaned.

Which was exactly what Ezekiel wanted to hear.

He couldn’t hold the position for very long, forcing him to pull back, but he didn’t simply want to separate his body from Sky’s, so he pressed his mouth to warm skin, licking occasionally and tasting the salt of him, tasting Skylar’s unique flavor, and every time his tongue made contact, he felt the pulsing of Skylar’s heart increase, and the heavy scent of musk increasing in the air.

He was getting high from the smell of it, from the sensation of sex that was all around him.

More. More. More.

He’d only been fantasizing about what it would be like if he got one more night with his mate for four years, so why the hell should he hold back now?

Ezekiel moved down, his mouth finding the head of Sky’s cock, and he couldn’t resist. He licked it, his tongue lapping up the drop of pre-cum that had formed there, and the taste was somewhat salty, like his skin, but on another level.

He wanted more of it, and Ezekiel wet his lips before putting them around the bulbous head of Skylar’s dick.

Skylar’s spine bowed right off the bed. Ezekiel quickly put his hand to the man’s stomach, keeping him from making another move, from flying right off the sheets. He needed his mate to keep his position.

“Oh my God. Oh God!” Skylar called out. Ezekiel glanced up very briefly to see what he was doing, and he couldn’t help but smile around the mouthful he had as he watched Sky’s hands come up and fist his own hair. He panted for breath, small chest rising and falling from the pleasure he was trying to contain.

Ezekiel didn’t get much of a warning when it hit, but he sensed it coming, and he didn’t pull back as Skylar’s body tensed, and he clenched his eyes tightly shut as a rush of warmth flooded Ezekiel’s mouth.

He took it all in. Ezekiel swallowed hard, knowing the motions of his mouth, lips and tongue were just going to bring him even more pleasure, making the buzz last longer.

But even before Ezekiel could finish what he was doing, Skylar’s voice cried out, his body tensing again, as if he was desperate to get away.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Ezekiel pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he looked at his mate, noted the panic in his eyes as Sky looked down at him, and though he couldn’t understand why Skylar would be sorry for coming a little soon when he was with Ezekiel, it was another thing he decided was best to not question.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I shouldn’t have—”

“Yes, you should have,” Ezekiel smiled, his hand sliding up and down the length of Skylar’s thigh. “Trust me, I happened to like that an awful lot.”

Skylar blinked, his chest still rising and falling as if he was in the middle of having a small panic attack, though the suddenness of it seemed to slow just just a little bit, turning into less panic, and more into something that was expected after an orgasm.

“Are you sure?” His wolf ears started to slowly rise up, getting back into the points that Ezekiel loved so much.

“Very sure.” Ezekiel accented this by kissing the tip of Skylar’s dick, then licking the underside of the head.

Skylar had a nice habit of not going totally soft after an orgasm. Sometimes he would stay hard, other times, only half hard, but it was more than enough to encourage Ezekiel to keep going.

Even omegas could have excellent sex drives.

“I want you to do that again, as many times as you want. Trust me, I’m as much here for me as for you, but I need you to feel good if I’m going to feel good. Make sense?”

Skylar’s tail, which had been limp and lifeless since Ezekiel had first seen him in that pack, suddenly started a soft thump against the bed sheets, and Ezekiel loved that tail. He loved how it, and Skylar’s ears, could act as an emotional compass and never fail to point him in the right direction.

“Come up here.”

Ezekiel took his mate by the shoulders, and he gently lifted him up as Ezekiel sat, crosslegged, and he helped his mate to sit into his lap, right where he belonged.

“This is all for you. Don’t forget that.”

“You, too,” Skylar said. “It doesn’t feel right if I’m just taking from you.”

Once again, Ezekiel got the feeling there was more to what his mate was saying than what was on the surface. So he nodded, he didn’t question it. “Fair enough. What do you want to do?”

More blushing, but the determination in those gorgeous honey brown eyes was apparent, and Ezekiel loved it. He was made excited by it, and he needed to see more of it.

Skylar reached for the bottle of lotion. He opened it, poured a big glob into his hand, and looked at Ezekiel with that same eager, careful expression on his face as he curled his hand around Ezekiel’s dick, cold cream and all.

Safe with the Alpha

STORY EXCERPT

When his car made it out of the trees and back into the clearing leading to his cabin, the sun was dipping behind the pine trees in the distance, creating long shadows. The mosquitos were starting to come out in clusters, but the lights were on in his windows.

The curtains were shut, so it wasn’t immediately obvious, but he could still tell. It was in the way the yellow light spread around the curtains, as though trying to escape the cabin.

Baron growled. His inner wolf came out as he quickly parked his car and jumped out.

He’d shut up the cabin before leaving the last time, but it wasn’t uncommon for him to come back every other year and find a squatter had tried to take up residence. Sometimes thieves got in and Baron would find a broken window, but there was nothing inside of value to sell, so most everything was left behind.

He just hated the idea of there being any sort of damage inside, of a couple of druggies using his home away from home to get stoned and use the property as their own person toilet.

He was angry and he wanted to get a little blood. He wasn’t going to lie.

“Mother fuckers. Wrong goddamned day you stupid little—” Baron’s foot touched the first wooden step of the deck, and he abruptly stopped.

Something punched him in the gut and the nose at the same time. Wait, no, that wasn’t what happened. Nothing touched him at all, it just felt as if someone had put their hands on him, and it freaked him the fuck out. He stumbled back a step, away from his cabin, staring at it as if there was a demon inside.

It was definitely something that grabbed him by the balls.

Holy shit. What in the hell was that supposed to be? Was that normal? To walk up to his own property and feel as if a forcefield had just pushed him back?

More like a scent had just pushed him back.

A scent? What could smell like that? It wasn’t a bad scent. It was actually pretty good.

What was that?

The scent was now pulling Baron towards it, rather than pushing him away from it. Instead of being pushed back, he felt more like a puppet getting its strings pulled. He simply had to get up those three stairs and get to the door. He had to look inside, and he had to see who, or what, was within.

The lock had been broken. He could see something had pried the door open, possibly a crow bar or an axe, that had happened a couple of times, but the door remained shut.

As if someone had put something on the other side of it to keep the outdoor elements out.

Baron pushed on the door. He met a bit of resistance, so he pushed harder, making the entire door crack as he dislodged whatever it was that had been put in his way. A chair most likely, from the snapping sound, and the door to his cabin yawned open. Warmth hit him from the fire in the stove that had been started up, but then more of that tempting smell, that smell that pulled him in and made him want to fall to his knees.

Someone was on the floor, huddled up on a blanket in front of the stove. At first Baron thought it was a woman because of the slender frame, but no, it was a man. His hair was shaggy, and he looked as if he’d seen better days.

Chocolate brown eyes widened as he pushed himself away from the door, struggling to rise to his feet.

The smell was coming from him. Baron could tell as he entered the cabin, his heavy boots clomping hard on the wooden floor.

That delicious, wonderful, tempting smell was coming from the beautiful creature in front of him.

An omega. That was mad obvious by the cat ears on top of his head. At first Baron didn’t think he had a tail, but it was there. It was wrapped around the small man’s waist like a belt.

Cats and dogs didn’t always get along well, but Baron actually liked cats. In fact, now that he could see those ears, the one thing he wanted to do more than anything else was to touch them. He wanted to know if they were soft.

He wanted to ask so many things. Baron wanted to know who this young man was, where he’d come from, and more importantly, if he could stick around, but instead, the first thing that came to him was the first thing he happened to blurt out. “Why are you in my cabin?”

The young man blinked. He couldn’t have been older than early twenties, his cheeks were a little gaunt, and he definitely looked as if he hadn’t had a proper meal in a while.

He also didn’t answer.

Baron looked down at the floor. There was a rug where the blanket had been kept. It looked more like this guy had created a small nest for himself. There were a few open soup cans around, the sort of thing Baron tended to leave behind for emergency food storage, but also threw away and restocked every time he came back because they were usually expired.

He’d gotten into the food then, but aside from the cans, everything was fairly clean.

No signs of lighters or needles.

Baron went to the one can he could see that had a spoon inside of it. He pulled it out and checked the bottom to make sure there was no burn mark beneath it.

Nothing, and he couldn’t smell any other drugs in the cabin either. The man’s dark eyes were wonderful to look into, but Baron could still see his pupils, and he could tell the man was sober.

“You just looking for shelter?”

The young man kept holding the blanket over himself, as if it was a shield of some sort. “I’m…really sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass.”

“The broken door suggests you did mean to trespass.” Baron wasn’t too angry about that anymore. Not when that smell was tickling the nerves at the back of his nose, making his body warm.

Fuck, he needed to get a grip, but he couldn’t. His breathing had picked up, and he honestly wanted to charge at the guy.

Not to grab him by the throat and kick him out. No, he wanted to rush at him for an entirely different reason, and it was something he couldn’t totally wrap his mind around.

“I…please, can I just stay the night? I’ll leave tomorrow, but it’s getting dark out now and I don’t…I don’t know where to go.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Baron grabbed Philip by his shirt, and with a strength Philip had once feared, he ripped the thin material clean off his chest.

Philip gasped when the air of the room touched his skin. It felt chilled for a half second before the heat returned, and was once again nearly too much for him to handle.

Then, his heart stopped. What if he noticed. What if he saw it?

Baron didn’t see it. He ripped away Philips's torn jeans in much the same way he’d done to his shirt, which sucked because now Philip had literally nothing to wear, and somehow, it still didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he was in bed with a man he didn’t know and was having the last of his possessions destroyed, it didn’t matter that Philip could distinctly smell a dog on him and that Philip was a cat, all that mattered was having him inside.

“Hurry, please hurry up,” Philip begged, and then gasped when he felt had fingers gripping him by the hips, hard enough that the tips of his fingers, nails and all, dug into his skin in a way that was definitely going to leave him bruised.

He didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was when he was flipped around, and that amazing tongue that had been doing so much to his mouth, was suddenly on his asshole, making Philip see stars.

He cried out, moaning from the shock of pleasure, and then sighing and giving into the sweet sensation. Philip thrust his hips back against that tongue. He loved that tongue. He wanted to marry that tongue, and he didn’t ever want to be separated from it.

It pushed deep inside him, making his cock throb, pre-cum weeping from the tip, and fuck, he needed to stop reading trashy romance novels, but as he looked down...yeah, that’s basically what was happening down there

“Please, please, please,” Philip said. He begged and swore, humped back against that tongue and tried to reach down to fist his cock, but he couldn’t keep his balance properly.

What was happening to him? Was this normal? It had to be. This was something important. Philip knew what it was. It was on the tip of his tongue and at the edge of his mind, but he couldn’t seem to think straight, not through this pleasure, and not through this heat.

The animal side of Baron, the side of him that was a dog, must had taken part control, because the next thing Philip knew, there were two fingers pushing inside him.

It hurt, a lot, but not enough that he wanted to stop. The pleasure he’d felt, and the orgasm he’d already had, was so great that something within him was...almost canceling out the pain.

Instead of freaking out and begging the other man to stop, he found himself pushing back against those fingers, and begging for more instead. Through the burn, the desire to be one with Baron refused to be ignored.

Baron pulled his finers back, then pushed them forward again, thrusting, scissoring, pulling back, a hesitation, and then pushing forward.

Philip looked over his shoulder, though he already knew what the other man was doing.

He was using his own precum as a lubricant. In no way should that have been enough to make Philip feel relieved about what they were going to do, but it did. It felt like enough for now, as if his mind was under some sort of spell that was accomodating him, allowing him to just lie back and enjoy what was about to happen to him.

And he wanted to enjoy it.

The scissoring stopped, and not because Baron wanted to pull back and use more of his saliva or cum, though Philip did see him spit into his hand, right before he felt the thick pressure of the man’s heavy cock pressing against his asshole.

This was it. Philip’s heart seized up in eager anticipation. He couldn’t wait. He’d been waiting for this his entire life, and he had to have it now.

He got it. The burn that hit him when the thick, mushroom shaped head of Baron’s dick pushed through his pucker hit him hard, but it was immediately washed away by the pleasure that came next.

Philip moaned. He threw his head back, something within his body releasing, but it wasn’t an orgasm, it was something that reached out to Baron, latched on, held tight, and didn’t let go.

Baron growled behind him. “You’re mine. Mine,” he said, his hips already punching back and forth, as if he really was an animal in heat.

Philip felt a little of the same way himself in that moment.

Animals in heat.

Heat. Mating.

Philip snapped his eyes open. The realization hit him hard, and the rush of happiness that came with it was a welcome one. He smiled as his mate fucked into him, giving him that pleasure, claiming him, owning him, marking Philip with the scent of the man he loved so damned much that it hurt.

That was why he felt under this spell. This was...this was his mate. The man he was meant to love for the rest of his life. He’d found him. Philip never thought that would happen, and it didn’t matter if this felt more like a fuck than love making. He didn’t care. First time mating heats always felt that way.