STORY EXCERPT

“When will he wake up?”

Trevor could hear the concern in his cousin’s voice. Once again he tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids weren’t cooperating with him. They felt like they had been glued to his face with rubber cement, so he had to settle for rolling his eyes dramatically at the tone of Miles’s voice. His cousin always did have a flair for the dramatics.

He remembered when they were kids, how Miles would freak out and threaten to tell on him whenever Miles caught him jumping out the barn loft window onto stacks of hay bales. It was fun and they were kids after all. Trevor could never understand why his cousin always got his undies in a twist. If a person lived their life constantly on the straight and narrow, they were only half living. Life was meant to be explored, not feared.

“Baby, I’m not sure.” Another familiar voice answered Miles back. “He took a bullet to the head. Jeremy pulling it out and saved his life but I’m not sure what he’ll be like when he wakes up.”

“Don’t you mean if?” Miles’s voice hitched when he spoke. “I can’t lose him, Ben.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

I’m right here! Trevor screamed so loud inside his head his voice echoed in the hallow depths. Why couldn’t he get his body to cooperate? He needed to open his eyes to at least reassure his cousin. Trevor didn’t want Miles to be afraid.

The room grew quiet as the door opened and shut. Miles stopped his blubbering for a minute.

“Still no change?” Another voice asked.

The rich, strong aroma of coffee beans and chocolate caused Trevor’s nose to twitch with a hunger so strong it caused his belly to do somersaults. Coffee and chocolate were two of his favorite things, but at the moment they were having a totally different effect on him. Instead of making him feel hungry for actual food, his blood started to pump faster, going directly to little Trevor. Trevor had never been one to get embarrassed by anything but getting a hard-on while unable to move and his cousin staring down at him made him feel just a little uncomfortable.

“Nope,” Miles said.

There was a brief sound of shuffling then the drag of a chair against the carpet as that sweet, rich smell got closer to his bed. “Why don’t you guys go get something to eat? I can stay with Trevor for a while.”

“You haven’t offered to sit with him in the past five days,” His cousin said in a skeptical sounding voice. Trevor could practically see one eyebrow lift. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Positive,” the newcomer said in a low, gravely tone. The sound had goose bumps prickling all over Trevor’s skin.

“Okay, just please call me if anything happens.” He felt the soft brush of Miles’s lips across his forehead. “I’ll be back in a little bit, Trev.”

You’re leaving me? Not that he didn’t want to be left alone with the stranger with the sensual voice and delicious smell, but Miles’s tone when he asked if the stranger was sure about staying with him indicated that he thought the other man might not want to. But why?

Trevor’s head hurt from thinking so much. Being trapped in his own body was exhausting. For the past few, shit, he didn’t even know how much time had passed, but he was tired of this forced nap time he’d been taking.

When he first felt his brain wake up to consciousness, it was as if his mind was blank of any and all memories. But then Miles’s started to talk to him and slowly but surely the gaps of his life started to fill back in. He remembered growing up in Iowa and the love he had for his cousin Miles, then going off to college in Columbia, Missouri to study art. From there is when things got a little weird.

At first he thought he’d gotten his memories confused with a movie or some paranormal thriller type book his mother liked to read when he was a kid but the more Miles talked the more it all started to make sense. The holes in his memories were filled in with a frightening truth.

Trevor had learned of Paranormal Beings when Miles had been followed home by one. Next thing he knew he was being sucked into this unexpected life but he still couldn’t place all his friends. He knew he made some but when he tried to remember their faces all he saw were fuzzy spots where a nose, eyes, and mouth should be. Miles spoke to a Ben quite often and he assumed that had been the sexy hunk that had followed Miles home that night not so long ago.

Fuck! That smell had his dick aching with need. If it weren’t for the three thick and heavy blankets tucking him in, Miles would be having a total conniption fit.

He heard the door click shut behind Miles and the room grew quiet, almost too quiet.

“Come on, Trevor, wake up.” The bed dipped down from the weight of someone sitting next to him. “I know you and I don’t always get along but I need you to open your eyes.”

The smell grew stronger, more potent, the closer the man got. The fingers on his left hand began to tremble from the heat radiating off the man’s warm thigh.

“Are you just being stubborn?” The man gently brushed his fingers over Trevor’s forehead. “Wake up and prove me wrong.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Grow the fuck up.” Quinn took a menacing step forward, pushing Trevor up again the wall. He hovered over the smaller man who looked up at him through narrowed eyes. “I made one fucking mistake and when you act like this I feel justified in my actions.”

Trevor’s face seemed to go slacken at his words. Good! Quinn didn’t want to hurt the kid, but Trevor was asking for it. Ever since he met Trevor, the man had teased and berated him every chance he got. Ben assigned him to train Trevor and Trevor thought that meant using him as his personal punching bag. Well, not anymore. Quinn was through with taking shit from Trevor. If Trevor wanted to be equals, mates, well then he had to act like a fucking adult.

“You are the cruelest person I’ve ever met.” Trevor raised his hands and shoved at Quinn’s chest but Quinn was a brick wall of a man and the hard push didn’t even make him flinch. “You’re selfish, inconsiderate, and I fucking hate you!”

Quinn took another step forward bumping chest with Trevor. Something hard nudged into his thigh and Quinn tilted his head to look down. Trevor’s tight jeans did nothing to hide his growing arousal. Quinn chuckled.

“Sure you don’t.” He reached down and palmed his hand over Trevor’s dick. The man sucked in a breath. “Now you’re just lying to yourself.”

“Let go of me.” Trevor tried to squeeze past him but Quinn refused to budge.

Trevor shoved at Quinn’s chest and he wanted to laugh at the futile effort. Sure Quinn was pissed, but he’d never actually hurt Trevor. The more they struggled, the more turned on Quinn became. Trevor had pushed all the right buttons and now he wanted to take relief in what Trevor had to offer.

Quinn knocked Trevor’s hands out of the way and he fisted his big hands into the tight shirt covering Trevor’s chest. He pulled the man toward him, lifting him up to where he had to stand on his tiptoes and kissed him hard and long. Trevor pinched his lips together, refusing to let Quinn in. Quinn licked over the plump flesh then used his sharp fangs to nip at the fat bottom lip.

When Trevor gasped Quinn seized his opening. He pushed his tongue deep into Trevor’s mouth, swallowing down Trevor’s needy little moans. And that’s exactly what they were. Trevor’s hands stopped slapping at his arms. His fingers curled into Quinn’s shoulders and pulled him even closer.

Quinn moaned as Trevor rubbed his hard cock into his leg, brushing up against his own. Quinn grabbed the sides of Trevor’s face and tilted his head back to push deeper into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, scrambling to control the other. As their tongues dueled, Quinn moved his hands to fumble with Trevor’s zipper. His hands shook as he disengaged the little prongs, parting the material with ease. With the fastening undone, Quinn pushed the jeans down Trevor’s legs.

Not thinking twice, Quinn broke the kiss and spun Trevor around to face the mirror. He edged up close to his Trevor’s back and grinded his hips into the swell at the top of the man’s ass. Trevor bit down on his bottom lip and moaned. Quinn caressed the pale, creamy flesh of Trevor’s ass then moved his hands upward. He pulled Trevor’s shirt up and over his head but leaving his arms trapped.

Quinn leaned back to look his fill of Trevor’s bare backside. So thin and lean, Quinn had to resist the urge to trace every plane of muscle with his tongue. They didn’t have that kind of time. The plane would be landing soon.

He went to his knees and used his hands to pull Trevor’s ass cheeks apart. At the weird angle and with Trevor’s legs still in his pants, Quinn pressed his hand in the small of Trevor’s back, forcing the man to lean forward. In doing so, his ass propped up higher in the air.

Quinn massaged the strong rounded muscles, pulling them apart to blow a hot breath over the tiny pucker. Trevor twitched and whimpered. The pale pink opening winked at him and he blew a steady stream of air on it. Unable to resist, Quinn leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the rippled skin. Trevor gasped and shoved his hips back. Quinn chuckled lightly then speared his tongue into the small opening.

Trevor’s taste was unique. His own natural musk, a little salty, and a hint of strawberry. Quinn licked his lips then dove in for another taste. He teased and sucked on Trevor’s hole until his tongue glided in with no resistance. His horny little mate was ready for him.

Standing up, Quinn popped the snap on his pants and pushed them down past his ass. His hot, hard length jerked at his touch and he rubbed the leaking head over Trevor’s entrance.

“Do you want this?” he whispered into Trevor’s ear. The man only nodded but that wasn’t good enough. “Look at me.” He said in a stern voice.

Trevor’s eyes opened wide and he met Quinn’s gaze in the mirror. “Yes, I want it,” he said breathlessly.

“Good answer.” Quinn went down on his knees one last time and spit on Trevor’s hole then stood up and positioned the broad tip of his cock and pushed in. Not giving Trevor time to adjust, he sunk in until his balls smacked at the back of Trevor’s ass.

“Oh my god yes,” Trevor moan as he wiggled his hips. “So full.”

Quinn thrust his hips forward, uncaring if Trevor was ready. The man didn’t give him the option the night before, only took what he wanted, so now it was Quinn’s turn.