STORY EXCERPT

Seth jerked awake with a loud cry. When he opened his eyes and realized he was safe and home alone in his bed, he blew out a deep breath and stared up at the wooden ceiling beams. He clenched his hands into tight fists, fighting his frustration.

He was getting damned tired of that particular nightmare. It seemed to plague him nightly, never letting him get more than a few hours of sleep. Seth couldn't remember the last time he'd slept for more than three or four hours at a time.

He rolled to the side of the bed and sat up. The light on the wind-up clock on the nightstand glowed in the soft morning light coming through the windows. It was just a little after five o'clock in the morning. Seth knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep so he might as well get up and start his day.

Seth crawled from bed and made his way to the bathroom. After taking care of his morning business, he took a quick shower, enjoying what little hot water there was and glad he had taken the time the previous night to charge up the power cells on the water heater.

The inventors of solar power system and windmill power were flipping geniuses in Seth's book. With the exception of his satellite internet, he pretty much lived off the grid. He didn't have a phone or electricity. He also didn't have all of the headaches associated with them, like bills. 

He didn't have the added headache of other people being able to find him either. He called home once a week when he made the two-hour drive into town for supplies. Beyond that, Seth's only contact with the outside world was through the internet.

And he liked it that way.

Seth didn't want to have anything to do with the world around him. He had learned the hard way that people sucked, no matter what their species. As hard as it was to spend all of his time alone, Seth preferred it over being around anyone that could hurt him—again.

Seth climbed out of the shower and dried off. After dressing in a clean pair of jeans, a simple cotton shirt covered by a flannel shirt, because it was freezing ass cold in the mornings, and a thick pair of wool socks, he walked over and started a fire in his wood cook stove. It took a bit longer to heat up than a conventional stove, but it had the added benefit of heating the cabin.

Seth put a kettle of water on the stove to heat then went to the door and pulled on his boots. He grabbed his jacket off the hook by the door, pulled it on, then walked outside to grab more wood from the wood pile.

One thing he had learned in the six months since he had moved out here—always keep the wood supply built up. He'd found that out the hard way and almost froze his ass off before he was able to gather enough wood to burn.

He needed to chop more wood later today, which seemed to be almost a daily occurrence. Winter was coming quickly. The mornings were getting colder and snow would soon start to fall. Seth knew he needed to be prepared or he'd end up freezing his ass off again.

After filling the wood box by the kitchen door, Seth made himself a cup of tea and carried it to the desk he had in the little nook off the side of the living room. He turned on his laptop and waited for it to boot up.

He loved this little spot. It had previously been a child's bedroom. Seth had refitted the room for his needs, turning it into an office. He was surrounded on three sides by windows, allowing him to look out over the lake in the front of the house or the woods in the back. Light from outside shined through the paned glass windows during the day. Kerosene lamps lit the room in the evening.

Seth had removed the door and wall that separated his new office from the main living room, leaving it open after framing the area with wooden beams. It allowed the heat from the living room fireplace to come into his office, which was always a good thing. It also made the area feel bigger, more open.

The entire place was pretty small, meant only to be a weekend retreat. It only had a couple of rooms. Besides the bathroom, and now his office, the kitchen, dining and living room were all one main room. Even his bed was in the same room, just off in one corner.

It made cleaning the place pretty simple and had the added benefit of being easily heated by either the stove or the fireplace. Over the last few weeks as the weather grew colder, Seth had discovered that heat was very important. He could do without a lot of other things, but not heat.

He also kind of enjoyed light, although he settled for candles and kerosene lamps. The light helped keep his nightmares at bay. The only other thing that did was a big bottle of whiskey, except Seth didn't enjoy the loss of control alcohol gave him.

It made him feel weird.

Seth glanced away from the window when he heard his laptop ding. He rolled his eyes when he saw not one, but three different emails from his brother, Rowan. It seemed like Rowan emailed him almost on a daily basis. Usually, it was simply a 'how are you message'. Sometimes it was more invasive, asking Seth when he was coming home.

No one seemed to understand that he was home.

ADULT EXCERPT

Seth would be the first person to admit that he was a bottom boy. He loved the feeling of a big man with a big dick pounding into his ass. There was nothing like it on earth. But every once in a while, he liked to top. It had nothing to do with feeling manly and macho, and everything to do with the feeling he had knowing he could give his lover a lot of pleasure.

"Are you sure about this, Roman? We can still do it the other way." Roman was as much a top man as Seth was a bottom man.

Roman pulled his fingers out of his ass and turned to look at Seth. "Oh, I'm sure." Roman's gaze dropped to Seth's cock. "I've been wanting a piece of that since I saw it outlined in your jeans."

Refusing to give up a chance at Roman's sexy ass, Seth reached over and grabbed the lube Roman had discarded, popping the top and pouring a good amount onto the palm of his hand. Holding the bottle in one hand, he lubed his cock up with the other.

He dribbled a little more lube on his fingers and pressed them into Roman's ass. He needed to make sure Roman was fully stretched before he fucked him. Seth would never forgive himself if he hurt Roman.

"Oh fucking hell!" Roman shouted, his body stiffening up for a moment before he pushed back against the fingers Seth had in his ass.

Seth grinned. Found it! He started pushing his fingers in and out of Roman's ass, making sure he raked them across the small, walnut-shaped gland with each pass. He continued stroking until Roman's small cries became one continuous moan.

"Hands and knees or on your back?" Seth asked as he pulled his fingers free.

Roman instantly rolled onto his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. Seth looked down and hoped drool wasn't running down his chin. As asses went, Roman's was perfect. Tight, round, and begging for a cock.

Seth moved up between Roman's thighs and pressed the head of his cock against the pink puckered hole that begged for his attention. His body shook as he watched his cock slowly disappear into Roman's ass.

"Fuck, that’s pretty," Seth groaned. "Your ass is perfect, baby."

"All yours," Roman panted.

"Yeah." Once he felt his balls push up against Roman's body, Seth froze, closing his eyes as he tried to fight for control. "Let me know when I can move."

"Move, damn it," Roman growled. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Seth grinned and slowly pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside Roman's tight grip. He wrapped his hands around Roman's thighs for leverage then gave the man everything he had to give.

"Oh, fuck me," Roman cried out as Seth pounded into his ass. "Harder."

The sight before Seth was one he wouldn't forget if he lived to be a hundred. Roman's head was arched back, his hands pushed against the headboard as Seth rode his ass. A light sheen of perspiration made Roman's body glow in the soft lamplight. Roman's mouth was slightly open as he emitted small moans.

He was a gay man's wet dream.

Seth kept up a steady rhythm of thrusting as he reached down with one hand and grabbed Roman's cock, stroking him. Roman's body started to tremble. His muscles tightened under Seth.

The man was close. Seth knew it. He could feel it.

"Look at me, baby," he demanded. "I want to see your face when you come."

Roman lifted his head. His blue eyes sparkled. His face was flushed and strained. Seth brushed his thumb over the small slit at the top of Roman's cock and that seemed to be all the man needed.

Roman cried out, his muscles clamped down on Seth so hard, Seth cried out. He gave one more long stroke to Roman's cock, starting at his balls and ending at the head, before Roman blew.

Spurts of cream shot out of Roman's cock and covered his chest and abdomen. The inner muscles cradling Seth's cock gripped him, massaged him until Seth followed Roman over the edge.

Seth roared out his pleasure as he filled Roman's ass. He thrust in again, then again until his body gave out and he collapsed on top of Roman. He could feel the wetness of Roman's cum squish between them as he settled his body over the man's chest.

Pure shock rolled through Seth when his canines dropped down and the overwhelming need to sink them into Roman swept through him. He buried his face in Roman's neck, taking in his heady scent.

For just a moment, he considered giving in to his need to bite the man, but then he remembered how crazy life had gotten for his brother Rowan when he'd been claimed by a vampire without giving his permission. Oh, granted, it had all worked out in the end, but it had been kind of hairy there for a while.

Seth didn't want that.

He lifted his head and smiled down at Roman then reached between them and scooped some of the white cream up with his hand, holding it up for Roman to see. "You made a mess," he said before he licked his hand clean.

Roman chuckled. "I'm pretty sure you had something to do with it."

"Oh, then I guess I should help you clean it up then, huh?" Seth carefully pulled free of Roman and knelt over him. He leaned down and licked the cum off Roman's chest.

"Fuck, that’s hot."

Seth's grin grew at the lust he could see still burning in Roman's eyes. As much as he wanted to go another round, and maybe feel Roman's cock in his ass this time, he needed to explain a few things to Roman first.

"What do you know about shifters?"