Tiger's Choice

STORY EXCERPT

“It’s almost been a year. When are you going to be honest?” Charles stared at him and Sam felt as if the man could see into his soul.

“I’m not ready.” Sam told him, shaking his head.

“You say that every month. You’re the only man I drink from. The only man I fuck. I’m the only man you fuck. I go to that damn club so that my friends don’t get suspicious. All of it is for you,” Charles told him and Sam felt guilty.

It was all true. The pack doctor was the only other being that knew the complete truth. That they were mates and that Charles could only drink from him since Sam was his True Match. Sam went to see the doctor once a week and the man took a pint of his blood before he personally delivered the blood bag to Charles. Once a month, when Sam came to his home for their sessions, Charles would drink from Sam’s vein – an experience that Sam loved.

“I’m sorry. I’m just—I can’t tell them yet.” It was a lame excuse, he knew that. It was his past that he was afraid of.

“Why? They won’t care,” Charles told him.

“You don’t know that! I had to leave one home. I’m not ready to leave another.” He respected Gideon too much, just like he’d respected his father.

“You think your friends will really give a shit that you bottom? Hell, tell them I bottom for you. I don’t care.” Sam could hear the pleading tone in Charles’s voice.

“Nobody would believe that. Too many people know your reputation.” It was true. The man was a Dom, and he always would be. He’d earned his reputation as a Master long before Sam came into the picture.

“So, for the rest of my existence, I only get to see my True Match once a month?” The man was getting angry, Sam could see it in the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry.” It was true. He was sorry.

“You always say that.” He waved away Sam’s apology.

“It’s true,” He exhaled loudly. “I should probably go.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you next month for my feeding and fuck,” Charles said harshly. He already felt so damn guilty and now it was as if Charles was the one feeling used in their sort of relationship.

“I shouldn’t do this anymore,” he said under his breath as he walked toward the bedroom door.

“You say that at the end of every night we’re together. I used to be scared that I wouldn’t see you again.” Sam saw a flash of pain in the other man’s eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You are, though. Every time you walk out that door my heart breaks. Maybe you need to decide if I’m your mate. You’ve never once tried to claim me. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. For an entire year, I’ve kept our relationship a secret from my friends. When is it going to be about me, Sam? It’s time you made a decision. Either claim me as your mate, or don’t come back.”

Sam stared silently at Charles in shock, before turning and hurrying down the stairs. Sam grabbed his clothing off the bench in the entryway and peeked over his shoulder. He could see the marks that his Master had left behind, but by morning, all evidence of his night with Charles would be gone as if they’d never been there in the first place.

He pulled the T-shirt over his head, put on his jeans, and sat down so that he could pull on his shoes. The slight pain that grew when his ass hit the bench felt amazing. Looking up, he came face-to-face with the man that meant the most to him.

“Did you hear me, Sam? Either claim me, or leave forever. I won’t live like this anymore, having a True Match that is embarrassed to love openly.” Sam could see the sorrow on Charles face as he uttered those words with grim determination.

ADULT EXCERPT

Thoughtful of his lover’s sensitive ass and thighs, Charles helped the man on the bed. “Hands and knees, I’m going to give you what you need. You’ve been so good, tonight.”

Sam moved to the center of the bed, following orders perfectly. Charles moved behind Sam. He reached out and stroked his hand down Sam’s spine, tracing the abrasions he’d left earlier, when he’d scratched him. He wished that the marks would stay forever, but knew that the tiger would heal without leaving a trace behind. At the caress, Sam arched into his touch and moved his knees further apart, offering himself to Charles.

He couldn’t resist the invitation. Charles grabbed a tube of lubricant from beside the bed and smeared it on his fingers. It warmed as he rubbed his fingers together, and Sam moaned his appreciation as Charles lightly circled his hole with the tips of his fingers.

“Do you like that?” Charles whispered, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes, Sir.” He nodded, breathe panting.

He pushed back against Charles’s fingers, impatiently trying to squirm his way onto the digits. Charles allowed it, wanting to reward his lover with pleasure. He slid one finger inside, and Sam groaned deep in his throat, which quickly turned into the sexiest purr Charles had ever heard. He loved that purr. The tiger wanted out and was trying to claw its way to the surface.

Charles rubbed the tips of the digits against his prostate. Crooking his fingers, Charles coaxed another delighted purring noise out of his lover. The vibration was music to his ears and he smiled. Sam remained still as he worked his fingers inside him. Charles stroked his other hand across Sam’s back, squeezing his shoulder in silent praise.

Sam always liked gentle caresses after an intense scene and Charles loved this side of the tiger. Sam murmured his pleasure, but stayed very still, waiting patiently and receiving what his Master gave him. Charles thrust his fingers further inside him.

Sam’s head dropped forward. “Please,” he whispered. “Please, Sir.”

The plea couldn’t be refused. Taking his fingers away, Charles quickly slicked his shaft with extra lube. He placed the tip of his cock to Sam’s opening. As he pushed forward, very slowly sheathing himself inside Sam, he gasped. Charles ran a palm down his lover’s back once more, before stroking the man’s torso, and reached around to wrap his hand around his lover’s cock.

“That’s it, relax. You can take me,” he told Sam.

Gently squeezing the hard shaft in his hand, he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the tip. He felt Sam clench his muscles around his shaft in response. His head dropped forward as if the combined sensations were too much for him. Charles continued to push forward until he was sheathed inside the warmth of his man.

“Yes, Master” he hissed. “I love your cock.”

“I love your ass, baby,” Charles told him honestly. Being with Sam was like being at home. This man was his home.

inued to stroke his cock, slowly. Charles slid his cock marginally out and then slipped home once again. He started a very leisurely rhythm, intending to drive Sam crazy, but his own patience was slipping.

Leaning back, he released Sam’s cock and gripped his hips. The control required for slow, measured thrusts wasn’t in him. Charles started pounding hard and fast, holding onto the other man until his knuckles turned white with the need to keep the other man close, until he knew he would have left bruises on human skin. His tiger moaned, pleading for more.

The sound slid down Charles’s spine, combined with the tight heat surrounding his shaft, and he almost came. Reaching around his lover’s body, Charles quickly wrapped his fist around his man’s cock once more and started to jack him off, hard and fast—just the way he knew Sam loved.

“Mine,” Charles growled possessively. “Mine…say it,” he demanded.

Sam groaned and whimpered, “Yours.”

Charles sank deep within him and rotated his hips, his cock stroking Sam’s prostate, and his tiger went wild.

“Oh, Fuck! Don’t stop, right there…please, right there. I need you…harder! Harder!” Sam yelled.

“Mine,” Charles growled once more.

Sam shook all over and whimpered out a quiet, “Yours.”

Sean's Pup

STORY EXCERPT

Sean Griffin stretched out on his over-stuffed couch, crossing his legs at the ankle. It had been six years since he’d met his mate, six long years. Today, the young pup turned twenty-two years old and here Sean sat, celebrating, all alone. When he’d met the young man, the boy was only sixteen and to save himself the frustration of seeing his mate every day and not being able to touch him, he’d sent Blair away.

The first stop was to a private high school in France, then backpacking around Europe before starting college in Italy. Luckily, the Alpha, Gideon Channing, had family in Europe that took the young men in. Sean had paid for it all out of his own pocket since his young mate didn’t have the support of a family, and because Blair was his responsibility. The pup lost everything the night his father found out that Blair and his friends, Holden and Maddox, were gay. Sean’s pack had welcomed the three into their pack and home.

He could still remember the day he’d met Blair as if it were etched in his mind. It had been in the early hours of the morning at the Silver Bullet, the pack-owned gay club in New Orleans. Sean was following his normal routine as club manager that night, walking around the large brick building, just as an extra safety precaution. That night, six years ago, he’d stumbled across three pups looking through one of the dumpsters, searching for food. Even now the thought made his heart ache for what the young men had endured.

“Hey.” Hearing the shout, the boys stopped rifling through the dumpster and stared intently at him, as if ready to run at the first sign of danger.

Their faces and hair were covered in dirt and they smelled as if they hadn’t showered in a while. Even from the short distance that separated them, he could scent that they were wolves. Although, still too young to shift. Most shifters didn’t have their first change until they were full grown and in their early- to mid-twenties, so pups were kept close to the pack until then. These boys were still young and too far  from home to be lost.

“What do you want, man?” The smallest boy  gave him some attitude and Sean snickered. They obviously hadn’t developed their sense of smell, otherwise they would know he was a Beta wolf and not to be messed with.

“Well, let’s see,” He moved closer to get a better look at the three, and counted each point off on his fingers for emphasis. “You’re in my dumpster, outside my club, and you aren’t a member of my pack.”

“Oh…uh…your pack?” A slightly taller, dark-haired boy asked as  the scent of fear filled the small space.

“We heard there was a pack here in New Orleans. We were going to meet with the Alpha, but we were hungry.” The tallest boy finally chimed in, his tone only slightly more respectful than the first boy.

“Yeah, I’m sure that was the plan. The Alpha is inside the club. Let me take you to him and then, I’ll get you some real food,” he promised. Although he wanted to come off as a hard-ass, he didn’t know how long the boys had gone without eating.

The boys looked at each other, trying to communicate without words and Sean rolled his eyes heavenward in impatience. When a decision was finally made, they helped each other out of the dumpster. The three lined up, shoulder-to-shoulder, reminding him of a small defensive line of peewee football players. With them now away from the heavy stench of trash, a sweet scent tickled his nose and his wolf jerked up to attention. It took him only a few seconds to realize that one of these three boys was his mate. Holy shit!

“Let’s get inside the club.” He pushed the thought of one of the boys belonging to him out of his mind and marched toward the entrance, the young pups trailing behind him.

He needed to remind himself that these were boys, baby shifters, pups, and not men. Why now? Why did I have to meet my mate when he’s still a child? Fate hated him, that was the only answer. He was angry and irritated, his good mood completely evaporating. He strode into Silver Bullet, never once looking over his shoulder. He knew the baby shifters were following him if only to get some food.

The crowd had thinned out since the early morning hours and although the boys were legally under age, he took them into the bar area to wait for the Alpha.

“Wait here, I’ll be back with the Alpha. You can tell him your story.”

“Whatever, man.” Mr. Attitude was back. And, of course, he just had to be the one that was his mate.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Will you teach me?” His innocent little mate looked up and Sean almost shot his load right then. Had any request sounded so sexy?

Sean grabbed the base of his shaft, holding it for Blair. “Lick the tip.”

Blair’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. He leaned forward and tentatively rubbed his tongue over the head of his shaft. From just the simple contact, he groaned. It had been so long, too long since anyone had ever given him pleasure. Blair, his mate, on his knees at his feet wanting to suck his cock, this was fantasy come true.

“Again,” he told Blair. “And look at me.”

He wanted to see his mate’s eyes as the man sucked his cock. The same innocent hazel eyes with a trace of gold that he remembered from so long ago.

Blair gazed up, running his tongue along the slit, taking the pre-cum into his mouth. “Do you like how I taste?”

He nodded. “A little salty and sweet.”

“Good boy, now run your tongue around the head.” Blair did as he was told. His gaze connected to Sean’s the whole time.

“Suck it…into your mouth.” Blair nodded before leisurely taking the head between his lips.

Sean groaned. The pleasure was almost too much after going without for so long. He was right at the edge and knew it wouldn’t take much for him to find his release. The wet heat of Blair’s mouth was lethal. Blair drew his length in deeper, licking as he sucked. With shaky hands, Sean threaded his fingers through Blair’s hair. He wanted to fuck the pup’s mouth, but refrained, letting him explore. This was the man’s first experience.

Pulling off his shaft, Blair did something unexpected. The pup dipped his head down and gave his balls a lick before sucking them into his mouth one right after the other.

“Ah, good, pup!” he shouted.

When Blair took his cock into his mouth once more, Sean held his head in place and began gently rocking his hips. He wanted to move faster, wanted to shove his length all the way down the pup’s throat, but refrained. Using all his strength, Sean moved his hands back and let Blair have the power.

“Do you know how hard it is to not fuck your mouth? You’re so perfect.” Those words seemed to spur Blair into action. He pumped his wet fist on Sean’s shaft, as his mouth followed in time. “Yes, that’s it! Keep going, baby, just like that.”

Blair sucked harder and faster, working his engorged flesh. “I’m about to…come, baby. Be my good boy, take it from me…swallow me down.”

Sean threw his head back and his climax rushed through his system. “Coming in your mouth!” With a brutal roar, he ejaculated, spurting in hard jets against the back of Blair’s throat.

He sat there for a minute or two, panting, trying to gather his thoughts. Looking down, Sean stared at Blair, kneeling at his feet, his softening cock inside the man’s mouth. The pup didn’t look to be in any sort of hurry to stand up. His cock started to harden once more with just the sight of his mate so close after being gone way too many years.

“On your hands and knees, in the middle of the bed,” Sean demanded, his voice deep and heavy with lust.

Blair scrambled to obey, making a beeline for the bed. Sean stood up and took two steps to the bedside table. He pulled the drawer open with too much force and the contents spilled out onto the floor. Ignoring the mess, he bent down and picked up the lube. 

He would have more time to explore Blair’s body later. He planned on spending days touching, tasting, and loving his mate. Right now though, he needed to bond Blair to him. Blair crawled to the middle of the bed and lowered his shoulders, lifting his naked ass high in the air. He looked over his shoulder at Sean, and he could see the young man’s body shaking. The look in his eyes said it all. The young man was equal parts nervous and excited.

Sean growled, moving onto the bed behind his mate. He leaned forward and lightly nipped the man’s right cheek before mimicking the same action to the left. Blair moaned, his ass twitching. How many years had he been dreaming about this? Spreading Blair’s cheeks apart, he exposed his mate’s most private part. A low rumbling growl was ripped from his throat. He could feel his wolf close to the surface, wanting to place his mark on the young wolf.

He swiped his tongue against the man’s hole and Blair jumped, letting out a gasp of surprise. Sean gripped his cheeks tighter as he continued to lick and eat Blair’s ass. He slowly pushed his tongue inside and Blair moaned, rocking back.

“That’s it, pup,” he encouraged as he inserted a finger inside along with his tongue.

He spent a few minutes, loosening the younger man’s tight hole. It was obvious that he was a virgin. He’d saved himself for Sean.

“Oh, God!” Blair yelled, his entire body shaking.