So here I am with the latest installment in Stormy Glenn's 'Scent of a Mate' series and since its been a month since I had my last fix, I was super jazzed to get back to this favorite group of brothers and their mates. 'Tre's Temptations' is about Tre, Dennis, and Neil, and wow was there an awful lot going on. I already liked Tre because how could I not? He's another of Aldo's "son’s" and he has the same honor, courage, loyalty, and fabulousness I've already seen in his brothers.
Dennis I can truly only use the author's own words to describe. Suffice to say I loved him just as much as the other omegas, but I'd already experienced Dennis in the previous book. "When the door opened and a short man with the most unruly carrot-colored hair he had ever seen stepped inside, Tre was mesmerized. Aroused. As little man bounced across the room to stand in front of his desk, Tre was pretty sure the rest of his day had just gone to shit. He didn’t need bouncy. He needed a drink." See? Sometimes the author's description is just the best.
Neil. Hmm. I didn't care for him at the beginning. He's done nothing but hound and scare Dennis about them being mates no matter how many times Dennis told him no. He was very arrogant in the beginning - "This was not how Nyle saw his mating going. Dennis was an omega. He should have been grateful he was mated to such a powerful feline. Nyle was a strong beta." - and I needed him taken down QUITE a few notches. That attitude didn't sit well with me, Tre, or Dennis!
Interesting to discover that Dennis is one of the omegas that Aldo Marshall kidnapped and kept caged. If Aldo hadn't been killed and the warehouses found where he was keeping all of these stolen men, Dennis might never have met Tre and Nyle. Of course, none of this is as important as what/who Dennis finds in the catacombs beneath the house. Where, btw, he shifts for the first time into the absolute cutest, most adorable feline. Not telling you what he is. Meow.
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Wow! An incredible addition and based on how it ended, I don't think the series is done yet! Yay! Thank you, Stormy!!
"The focus of this eighth book in the ‘Scent of a Mate’ series is Tre, another one of the many Marshall brothers who is struggling to find his feet now that the evil Alpha Aldo Marshall is out of the picture. But as much as the cruel bast*rd is dead, the consequences of what he did are still affecting many people, and some of the men and women he worked with are trying to maintain his legacy. Blackthorn Pride is still in disarray and Tre, much against his wishes, has been assigned as their alpha by the Feline Council. Tre may be the alpha of Blackthorn Pride against his will, but now that he has taken over, he does the best job he can. But even a loyal and capable beta is not enough for him to become a success, so when a man storms into his office telling him he is a “perfect” personal assistant, Tre would, if things were normal, probably interview him. Instead, the quirky man called Dennis turns out to be Tre’s mate. Tre has no issue with that, but before they can settle down, things take a turn for the worse. Dennis is an omega who spent five years being “trained” and told what to do. He has had enough of that, and is determined to get away from Nyle, a man who keeps stalking him, telling him he is his mate. Dennis would much rather be Alpha Tre’s mate, but deep down he does realize Nyle has a valid claim. But being stubborn and willful is part of Dennis’s DNA, so he isn’t going to make things easy for anyone. Nyle is desperate to make Dennis his own. He has known Dennis is his mate for a while, but demanding his obedience is not working – much to his despair. Nyle has no clue what to do, and finding out he is also mated to Tre only makes things more complicated. Or maybe not – because Tre seems to have a better idea of how to handle their problem and maybe it’s time for Nyle to learn how to listen. The situation between these three newly mated – and still struggling - men is already complicated enough, but it gets much worse when Dennis runs and ends up in catacombs nobody knew about. Someone has been working on a secret that will cause endless pain and suffering for omega shifters and submissive humans alike. It is enough to force Tre, Nyle, and Dennis to figure out how to work together, but that doesn’t make it easier for the three stubborn guys. It did make for a very adventurous and entertaining story for me to read! If you like stories about unwilling alphas who find out they have two mates, if you’re up for a suspenseful story full of threats, secrets, and violence, and if you’re looking for an action-packed read that is as intense as it is hot, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
STORY EXCERPT
Alpha Tre Marshall sighed as he set his pen down. "Come." He really wasn't in the mood for interruptions right now. Having been assigned as the new alpha of the Blackthorn Pride by the Feline Council, he knew he had a lot of work ahead of him.
This was one fucked up pride.
Between the pride members that had betrayed their former alpha, who was now Tre's brother-in-law after he mated with Tre's brother Reece, and the members left, there were still factions inside the pride that were working against everything a pride was meant for.
Tre had been here all of four days and already he had found a mismanagement of pride funds, figured out that there were a number of missing pride members, and had fought off two challenges by pride members for his position as alpha.
The rest of the week was not looking good.
When the door opened and a short man with the most unruly red carrot colored hair he had ever seen stepped inside, Tre was mesmerized. Aroused. When the little man bounced across the room to stand in front of his desk, Tre was pretty sure the rest of his day had just gone to shit.
He didn't need bouncy.
He needed a drink.
"Can I help you?"
"No."
Tre blinked at the bouncy man. "No?"
"I'm here to help you."
"Really?" Tre lounged back in his chair and waited. This was going to be good. He could just tell. The wheels in this guy's head were turning so fast, Tre could practically smell the burning rubber. "And how are you going to help me?"
Tre had more than one idea.
He always did like redheads.
"My name is Dennis and I am your personal assistant." The man beamed as if Tre had just announced he was going to be crowned the next prince of the universe. "My experience is mostly in business, although I do have a degree in hotel management, which means I can take care of all those pesky social functions for you. I worked as former Alpha Bolond's personal assistant the entire time he was here."
Tre stared. Was the strange little man even breathing?
"Now, I know you are just settling in, and I can help with that. As your personal assistant, my job is to take care of your every need.
God, Tre could only hope so.
"If you will give me a list of things you need to complete, I will see that they are done. I can also order your lunch for you, have your coffee ready, and fluff your pillows. You basically need to think of me as an extension of yourself."
Tre's head was beginning to hurt.
"I can—"
"Silence."
Dennis snapped his lips closed.
"Sit."
Tre blinked in stunned amazement when Dennis simply dropped. He stood up and looked over the edge of his desk to where Dennis sat on the floor. "Sit in a chair, Dennis."
"Right. I knew that."
Dennis started to climb up into one of the chairs sitting in front of Tre's desk, but froze when someone knocked on the office door.
"Yes?" Tre asked instead of telling them to come in. He didn't like the flash of fear he saw pass over Dennis's face before the man scrambled around his desk. Tre's jaw unhinged when Dennis squeezed into the small space under his desk.
Before he could ask Dennis what in the hell he thought he was doing, the door opened and a dark haired man stepped inside. Tre had seen him around the pride a few times in the last couple of days, but Tre couldn't remember ever being formally introduced to him. They had never gotten close enough to talk.
Tre gave the man his most uninterested, haughty look. "Can I help you?" He wasn't please about the guy just barging into his office.
Tre didn't miss the way the guy's eyes darted around his office, almost as if searching for someone. He couldn't help but wonder if he was searching was the man sitting between his legs. Shaking.
What in the hell was going on here?
ADULT EXCERPT
When the mouth on his cock paused, Tre pushed his chair out just far enough to be able to look down at Dennis. "If you're going to suck my dick, suck it right."
Green eyes widened. Wrapping his lips around the head of Tre's cock, Dennis began to suck again, his tongue tracing the veins on either side, his cheeks hollowed. God, had anything ever felt so good? It was all Tre could do to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head—not a very alpha thing to do.
The wet slurping sounds of his mouth gliding up and down Tre’s erection, sucking hard, made Tre almost come on the spot. Pleasure built inside Tre, pooling in his balls and drawing them tight to his body. His balls burned, and at this intensity, Tre knew he wasn’t going to last.
Dennis stuck out his tongue and licked Tre’s balls then took each one into his mouth and sucked them one by one. Tre cradled the back of Dennis’s head as he slid slowly in and out of Dennis’s mouth.
Tre moaned as Dennis swirled his tongue around Tre’s cock before pressing the tip into the slit in the flared head of his shaft. Dennis's mouth tormented Tre, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick. When Dennis opened wider, Tre speared his cock down the man's throat. His pumped his hips towards Dennis's mouth, and pumping furiously.
Tre held Dennis's head as he felt his orgasm approach. "Swallow it," Tre demanded. "Every damn drop."
As Dennis's throat massaged his aching length, Tre came hard. He grunted as he shot pulse after pulse of seed into Dennis's mouth. Dennis sucked and swallowed until Tre rolled his hips backward and pulled his dick from Dennis’s mouth with a damp pop.
Tre's eyebrows lifted when Dennis carefully tucked him back into his jeans and zipped him back up. "Is this a service you provide all of your employers?"
Tre didn't miss the flash of hurt in Dennis's expressive green eyes as the man lowered them to the floor. He wished he could call his words back, but damn it, he wanted to know. He needed to know.
Fisting a large section of carrot red hair in his hand, Tre forced Dennis's head back. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer." Why that answer was so important to Tre, he didn't know. It just was.
"No, sir," Dennis whispered, his eyes downcast. "Just you, sir."
Something unidentifiable settled in Tre's chest at Dennis's answer. The sir helped. "Keep it that way."
Surprise brightened Dennis's face when he looked up. "Yes, sir," he answered more forcefully. A small grin began to spread across Dennis's lips. "Is there anything else I can assist you with, sir?"
"Stand up."
Dennis instantly rose to his feet.
Tre grabbed the man's hips and pulled him into the juncture of his thighs. He might have just received the blow job of a lifetime, but that didn't mean his brain had been scrambled. He needed to return the favor.
Tre reached for the button on Dennis's jeans. His eyebrow shot up when Dennis laid a hand over his. "What's wrong?"
"I...um..." Dennis's naturally pale skin showed off the blush that flushed through him perfectly, highlighting the freckles lightly covering him. "I kind of...um..."
Tre glanced down even further. A smirk slid across his face when he saw the pronounced wet splotch saturating the front of Dennis's jeans. Ignoring the spreading wetness, he pressed his hand down over the large spot, his eyebrow quirking when he felt the man's still semi hard cock pulse beneath his palm.
"Did you like sucking my cock, Dennis?" The cum stain on the front of his pants would make it impossible for Dennis to lie to Tre.
Dennis shuddered. "Yes, sir."
Tre squeezed harder. "Do you like getting fucked?"
"Don't know, sir," Dennis whispered as he humped his hips, pushing into Tre's hand. "Never been fucked, sir."
Tre's mouth dropped open. "You've never been fucked?"
"No, sir."
Damn.
Tre slid his other hand around and slid his hand down Dennis's firm rounded ass, pressing hard along the seam between his butt cheeks. "No one has ever tapped this ass?"
"No, sir," Dennis groaned. "No one."
"Give me the word and that can change."
Dennis gulped. "Word."
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