Thursday, May 20, 2010

Packing Heat by G.A. HAUSER

By: G.A. Hauser | Other books by G.A. Hauser
Published By: The GA Hauser Collection
ISBN # 9781451599794
Word Count: 42000
Heat Index
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, Epub
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About the book

Mark Antonious Richfield has become a name synonymous with both beauty and chaos. Though Mark has accomplished much in his life, despite a rocky start from an abusive childhood and living in denial about his sexuality, he has come only so far. Mark is forever conflicted with his advancing years stealing his beauty away.
Though he perceives himself as shallow and useless, Mark’s circle of lovers know otherwise. Steve Miller, the ex-LAPD cop, and forever guardian angel to Mark, Jack Larsen, Mark’s long-time and closest friend, and Adam Lewis, Jack’s husband, all stand firm to protect Mark from his own demons.
And though Mark’s son Alexander is not a bad boy, he’s a very naughty boy. Mark thought his problems with Alexander were finished when Alex met Angel Loveday’s son, Oliver. But perhaps Mark wishing his nineteen year old son was in a relationship that would last a lifetime was a bit premature.
As Mark’s internal war rages on, he once again learns that age does indeed come before beauty, and his friends are the best weapon he has against his own wounded self-esteem.

Join Mark and his friends on another wild sexual romp and revisit all your old favorite characters from GA Hauser’s Erotic Universe.

An excerpt from the book

Mark tossed on the bed. Sleep? Not likely. What was it about the holidays that brought back nightmarish memories? This was the time for joy and peace, right?
Ha. Hardly. Never for me.
The door to his room began to open. Mark expected Steve. When Jack glanced into the dimness, Mark smiled in delight. “Hi, Jackie-blue.”
“Hey, babe. You feel okay? Steve sent me up to check on you.”
“Better now.” Mark reached out to him.
Jack sat on the bed and caressed Mark’s chest. “He said you were tired. Do you want me to let you nap?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Want to come down? Adam brought some very expensive cognac to crack open.”
“In a minute. Come here.” Mark coaxed Jack to lie beside him, face to face.
“Talk to me.” Jack caressed Mark’s cheek. “I know the holidays are always hard on you.”
“It’s amazing how well you know me.”
“I know you for twenty years and we lived together for most of that time.” Jack kissed his neck and earlobe.
Mark leaned back see into his blue eyes. No one protected him like this man did. He was his personal pit bull, his security guard, his knight in shining armor.
“Which demon is bugging you?” Jack flicked Mark’s long hair behind his shoulder. “Come on.”
Dropping to his back on the bed, Mark stared at the ceiling. “I have no idea why, but I’m thinking about the time I was working at the architecture firm, before I took the job at Parsons and Company.”
“Why? Why are you torturing yourself?”
“I must like it.”
“I told you then we should have taken them to court. You had so much proof of harassment, you would have gotten a huge settlement.”
Mark laughed in a cough. “Bring all that up? Whilst I was dating Ms. Tice? Surely you jest.”
“Then forget it. You can’t go back and change a thing in your past. Stop trying.”
“Give us a hug.”
Jack snaked his arm around Mark and drew him close. On contact Mark sizzled with excitement.
“Damn, I love that cologne. I’d buy it but if I smell you all day, I won’t get any work done I’d be so horny.”
“Jackie, why do I have so many regrets?” Mark rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder.
“I don’t know. You have so much, it really doesn’t make sense. Most people would be thankful in your position.”
“Yes. Thankful.” Mark pressed his lips against Jack’s cheek.
“You have three devoted men in your life, a great son, two fabulous careers…what more does a man need?”
“Indeed. I am greedy.”
“Do you want more than you have?”
“I want peace in my head. It’s the one thing I can’t get and I don’t know why.” Mark leaned back to catch Jack’s eyes again.
“You dwell on shit. Let it go.”
“It seems it would be easy. But it’s impossible for me to do.”
Jack ran his hand over Mark’s crotch. Mark assumed he was checking for a hard-on.
“Steve said you and Adam will be spending the night.”
“We will. I want to get drunk and not worry about the drive home.”
“Is that all?” Mark wriggled into Jack’s palm.
“Not all. Love our four-ways.”
Mark’s cock pulsated against Jack’s fingers.
It made Jack chuckle. “I’ll take that as an agreement.”
A light knock sounded at the door.
Mark looked over Jack’s shoulder to see Steve.
“Yes!” Steve grinned and rushed over. “Starting early?”
“I’m tempted.” Jack squeezed Mark’s cock firmly. “He couldn’t sleep. He was lying here stewing on ghosts of problems past.”
“Sounds like the ultimate Christmas Carol prank. But you’re not Scrooge by any stretch of the imagination.” Steve found Mark’s hand and used it to rub his own groin hungrily.
“Who’s here, love?” Mark asked, getting aroused now that both his alpha dogs were starting to circle.
“Angel, Billy, Oliver, and of course, Mr. Adam Lewis. He sent me up here to find you. We had a wager Jack would be sucking your big cock.”
“How much did you lose?” Jack smiled.
“Fifty bucks.”
“You bet we would be?” Mark blinked.
“Yeah. Because I would be. I will be.” Steve became more assertive with his friction against Mark’s palm. “Fuck. Now I need to come. Jesus, Richfield.”
“I’m just lying here. What did I do?”
“Jack’s stroking your dick.” Steve pointed. “That’s enough.”
Making a move to get off the bed, Jack said, “Okay. We have all night. We can’t hide up here when the party is down there.”
Steve groaned as if he were in pain.
Mark sat up and kissed Steve’s zipper flap. “Poor baby.” He laughed. “Wow. Full woodie. Steven, you’re insatiable.”
Jack swung Steve into his arms and gave his crotch a hot grope. “Nice, Miller. Can’t wait to get at it.”
“Oh, man!” Steve swooned. “You guys are really killing me here.”

Pool Boy, After Sunset and Screwed by Amanda Young

Summarily fired and ostracized following the appearance of racy pictures online, Max Finnegan is ready to move on and leave the bigoted little town where he grew up. With his bags packed and his truck loaded, only one thing remains to be done. Before he can go, Max needs to reach out to his deeply closeted lover one last time and try to convince him to come along. One way or the other, Max is determined to depart in the morning—with or without the love of his life.
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A Naughty Nibbles Story…

All work and no play makes Martin a dull boy indeed. Long hours at the office and a recent split with his ex have more than taken their toll on his love life. Perving on the pool boy seems like a relatively safe way to let off some steam until the barely legal lad makes a move of his own. Surprised at the young man's advances, Martin does what any hot-blooded man would. He offers his body up to the pool boy's seduction.

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A Naughty Nibbles Story…
When Toby’s plan to satisfy his exhibitionist streak goes awry, he isn’t sure whether to roll with the flow or run away. However, staying and becoming the focal point of not one, but two men's desire certainly has its rewards.Buy After Sunset now at 1Romance Ebooks for $0.99!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Pleasing Michael by Stormy Glenn

by Stormy Glenn

Jackson Davis is considered a gay man’s wet dream but he’s tired of finding lovers that only seemed to want him for his looks and not a real relationship.

One night at a bar, Jack discovers a man watching him. The man never approaches him, never speaks to him. When Jack finally confronts the man, he is astounded by his reaction.

The man is in no way intimidated by Jack’s size, even though his several inches shorter than Jack and a good amount lighter. Still, the man has a commanding presence that has Jack running to the men’s room to jack off the minute the man leaves.

Thus begins Jack’s obsession with pleasing Michael. What follows is a story of frustration and confusion for Jack as Michael commands and dictates to Jack, rewarding Jack when he’s good and punishing him when he's bad.

Jack is confused that he lets Michael dominate him, wondering if it makes him less of a man. Can Jack accept the fact that pleasing Michael makes him happy or will he lose the best thing that ever happened to him?


“He’s watching again.”

“Let him.”

“It’s creepy,” Sean insisted.

Jack Davis rolled his eyes as he leaned over the green felt pool table and line up for another shot. “He’s just looking, Sean. He’s not causing any harm.” Jack raised his head and glanced at the dark haired man watching him from across the room. “Besides, he’s kind of sexy.”

“But, he’s just…staring. It’s eerie, dude.”

Jack chuckled. “Sean, they always stare.” Men and women tended to stare at him. Jack was used to it. He didn’t even pay attention to it anymore.

Sean shook his head. “Not like this, man. This guy is like seriously obsessed with you. We’ve seen him in here every Friday night for over two months and every time he just sits back over there in his little corner and stares at you the entire time.”

Jack gave the man another covert look through his eyelashes. The man was still staring at him. It was a very focused look, centered directly on Jack and nowhere else. The man had been staring at him with that same intense gaze every time Jack saw him in the bar.

Sean was right. It was a little creepy. Jack was used to men staring at him. His thick muscled body, tall stature, and tight ass had a lot of men looking. Toss in the naturally tanned skin, the sunlight blond hair and sea blue eyes and Jack had been told he was every gay man’s wet dream.

He wasn’t so sure. If he was supposed to be every gay man’s wet dream what was he doing at a bar on a Friday night playing pool with his best friend instead of at home in bed getting laid?

Jack wished he could figure it out. He’d be a much happier man. As it was he was tired and once again facing a lonely bed when he got home tonight, which was just about how his life was every night. He should be used to it by now. He wasn’t.

Jack glanced at the man again. Yep, he was still staring. Jack stood up straight and handed his pool cue to Sean. He was fed up with this. Without saying a word to Sean, Jack walked away, crossing the room until he stood directly in front of the well dressed man.

He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the smaller man. Jack was used to his size and demeanor intimidating other people. He was surprised when the man simply raised a dark brown eyebrow at him then took a slow sip of his drink.

The man didn’t say anything. He simply continued to stare. He looked Jack up and down, an emotion shining in his eyes that Jack couldn’t quite place. It unnerved Jack in a way that few things could. He felt like this stranger could see right into his soul and pick out his deepest, darkest secrets.

“Is there a reason that you keep staring at me?” Jack bit out through his clenched teeth.

The man merely smiled. “If you didn’t want people staring at you, you wouldn’t spend so much time working on your physique, now would you?”

The cool rusty tone of the man’s voice sent shivers down Jack’s spine. “How’d you know that I work out?” Jack asked, starting to feel increasingly nervous. Was this guy some creepy stalker dude?

The man chuckled. “I know a lot about you.”

“Like what?” Jack challenged.

The man smirked. “I know that you like to work out. You also spend every Friday night in here playing pool with your friend, Sean. You only drink light beer and never more than three. And you always leave by midnight so that you can get to your job washing dishes at the cafe in the morning.”

“Have you been spying on me?” Jack asked, feeling partly outraged and partly intrigued.

“I don’t spy,” the man replied simply. “I have no need to.”

Jack’s eyebrows scrunched together in a frown. “Who are you?”

He was confused as he watched the man toss back the last of his drink and set the glass on the table. It was only as he stood up that Jack realized the man stood several inches shorter than him. He should have been intimidated by Jack’s height if not his sheer body mass. He wasn’t. He seemed to find it, and Jack, amusing in some way.

The man grabbed his dark brown jacket and pulled it on over his crisp white shirt. He tossed a few dollar bills on the table then turned to look at Jack. Jack almost jumped when the man reached over and gently ran his thumb across Jack’s lips.

“Jackson,” the man began as he took a step towards Jack.

“Huh? Wha—” How did this man know his name?

He leaned up, his lips close Jack’s ear, his deep masculine scent wafting over Jack. “You know who I am, pretty baby.” The softly whispered words sent shivers of longing down Jack’s body. He stood there in a dazed stupor as the man smiled then turned and walked away.

Jack watched him until he left the bar and disappeared into the night. He knew something profound had just happened but for the life of him, Jack couldn’t figure out what.


One simple brush of the man’s hands on his lips, seven simple words, and Jack’s entire body was poised on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. Jack had never become so aroused so fast in his entire life.

Jack could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He tried to wish his hard on away but the only thing he could see was the strange man’s deep copper colored eyes as they stared back at him. Jack groaned as another wave of desire flashed through him.

Spinning around, he opened his eyes and hurried to the men’s room. Thankfully, it was vacant when he went inside. Going into one of the stalls Jack closed the door and locked it. He leaned back against the side of the stall and reached for the zipper of his jeans.

Pulling his cock free, Jack stroked himself fiercely. He could feel the fire in his blood licking its way up his spine. He panted, his cock throbbing in his hand. He was on edge, but no matter how fast he stroked himself he couldn’t seem to fall over that edge into orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly, a picture of the man slipped into his mind. Jack cried out and came instantly, spurting all over his hand and the bathroom stall. His knees shook and threatened to give out on him. Jack quickly sat down on the toilet seat, his chest heaving with the intensity of his release.

Jack looked down at himself and grimaced. He was covered in spunk. He had jerked off in the men’s room of a bar to the mental picture of a complete stranger. He was crazy. He had lost his ever-lovin mind.

He suddenly didn’t feel so well. In fact, he felt pretty woozy. His stomach was churning and the orgasm he had experienced just moments before now felt somehow lacking. Oh, it had been one of the best orgasms Jack had felt in quite a long time, better even than several times he had been with a partner. And if that didn’t confuse Jack, he didn’t know what did.

Well, besides the fact that he had gotten off over some stranger…a stranger that had been staring at him for weeks and called him pretty baby in the deepest, sexiest whiskey voice Jack had ever heard.

Jack knew he had good looks. He had all of his life. Still, no one had ever made the words pretty baby sound quite the way that man had. It was spoken almost as an endearment and just thinking about it made Jack’s cock begin to rise again.

Jack groaned and reached for some toilet paper to clean himself off. Tossing the tissue into the toilet, he shoved his semi-hard cock back in his jeans and zipped them up. He was so fucking pathetic.

Shaking his head in disgust at himself, Jack unlocked the stall door and crossed to the sink. He washed his hands and cleaned a bit of his shirt where he had splattered cum. Then he wet a napkin and ran it over his face. He felt flushed.

Jack tossed the napkin in the trash and looked at himself in the mirror. He had the looks, the muscle bound body, the blond hair, the blue eyes. He had the whole package and sometimes he wished that he didn’t.

He couldn’t count the number of times he had found some nice guy and took him home only to find out the next morning that they were just sleeping with him because they wanted to brag to their friends that they had bagged the hot guy.

None of them seemed to want to stick around to find out what type of guy he was beyond his looks. None of them wanted to get to know the real him. He was more than a gorgeous body. He was also a mind and a heart and a soul and—Oh, to hell with it. Jack was going home. Alone!

Brothers Without Borders by Leiland Dale


Coming May 22, 2010!



For Avery Grey, life wasn't easy. He was smaller than most guys and nerdy, a real prize winner. And, as if this wasn't enough, he was gay and in love with the one person he knew it was wrong to desire. Rather than deal with the heartbreak, he chose to dedicate himself to medical school.

Hunter Grey, the tough guy athlete tried to focus on everything other than the one person who caused the ache inside his heart. For years, he had managed to keep his secret locked up inside him. Although some of his teammates didn't know he was gay, this was the least of his worries. His biggest secret haunted him and had him waking up in the middle of the night soaked to the bone in sweat. The guilt and disgust within him tore him apart each day.

When secrets are exposed, how will an unconventional love between brothers change the lives of these two men? Can their bond and love for each other survive and flourish, or will it ultimately rip them apart?


Avery Grey sat on the bench with the midday sun beating down on him. He looked around at the players on the field as they ran back and forth between the posts. Whenever there was a game at the university, the bleachers would always be crowded. Today was no exception. Clutching his backpack, Avery’s eyes followed one player in particular. The six foot four tanned muscular hunk wearing the number four gold and green jersey.

His breath hitched each time he watched the player bend over, the pants stretching taut over his butt cheeks. Avery watched as number four jumped up, his hand reared back as he threw the ball. Avery could imagine the muscles rippling under the jersey almost like waves on the ocean. When he was 16, he had once seen every line of the player’s nude body. The guilt and shame that came over him as he recalled the vision didn’t do anything to dispel the aching hard-on in his jeans.

Avery watched as the final play ended with the win for the green and gold. The bleachers erupted in a chorus of shouts of triumph, the sound deafening. Number four pulled off his helmet, turned and smiled at him before disappearing among the goodhearted camaraderie of the team. Avery got up from his bench close to the sidelines and pulled his t-shirt from his jeans, allowing it to hang out to hide the erection he was sporting as the players approached.

“Hey man! Ready to go?”

Avery looked up as number four slung his arm over Avery’s shoulders and pulled him close. He took a deep breath and sighed. The smell of sweat on the hunk always made his knees weak. Avery smiled. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

He quickly looked away and waved at the rest of the guys as they walked off. Avery had to remember that the hunk in the number four green and gold jersey was off limits. That hunk, was his straight brother.

* * * *

Hunter pulled his brother close and hugged him. His brother’s sweet scent assailed his senses and his cock instantly reacted. Thank God he was wearing his protective gear under his pants; otherwise, it would have been very hard to hide the hard-on he was sporting. Even though it was a natural reaction to the adrenaline rush of the game, Hunter knew the underlying reason.

“Ok, let’s get the hell out of here.” Hunter stepped away from his brother as they passed his teammates, giving them a friendly slap on the back.

Blythe, one of his teammates, called out from behind him. “Hey Grey! We have a party going on tonight to celebrate. Are you coming?”

Hunter stopped and turned around. “No man. I can’t. I have to study and I’ve got a shift at the hospital in the morning.”

Lately he wanted to spend more and more time with his brother. Hunter knew it was dangerous to be this close to his brother and not have him find out how he felt about him. He hadn’t told anyone he was gay, not even his brother.

“Well, make sure you give me a call sometime.” Blythe slapped him on the back and walked away.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Avery whispered next to him on the way to the car. “You don’t have to protect me you know. I’m a big boy.”

No shit. “Yes, I’m sure. And it’s got nothing to do with protecting you. I know you can look after yourself.” Why am I kidding myself? Hunter’s cock was as hard as a rod of steel at the sound of his brother’s voice.

Hunter unlocked the car and opened the door, throwing his gear in the back seat. He got in, shut the door, and pulled out of the parking lot.

They sat next to each other in silence on the drive to the dorms. Hunter looked over to his brother and thought about their childhood.

Even though he couldn’t remember much of it, Hunter remembered his father died not long after his brother was born. His mother did odd jobs and didn’t make lots of money. Even though they struggled to make it through each day, his mother always found a way to make sure they had what they needed. Hunter promised himself, one day he’d earn enough money to support his mother and look after her.

Hunter knew he was gay just before he turned sixteen. They didn’t have much money and ended up moving to a smaller place where he and his brother shared a bedroom. So the thought of coming out of the closet was never an option for him. Many nights Hunter would lie on his bed and look over at the sleeping form of his brother shivering under the covers from the cold.

Hunter would get up and take his blanket over to his brother’s bed. He would cover Avery with his blanket and get under the covers with him. It was during those nights, holding his brother close in his arms, that he knew he felt something more for his brother other than the love for a sibling. It scared him and disgusted him to even think those thoughts. It was even more disturbing waking up next to his brother in the morning with his hard cock nestled between his brothers cheeks. Hunter always made sure to wake up before his brother and rush to the bathroom to jack off. He’d lose it each time with the image of his brother on his knees in front of him, sucking him off.

Hunter groaned and closed his eyes for a split second before turning his attention back to the road.

Avery was looking over at him. “What’s wrong?”

Hunter could feel the heat rising up his neck and onto his face. “Nothing,” Hunter answered without taking his eyes from the road.

A few moments later Hunter pulled the car into his parking space in front of the dorm. He got out of the car and opened the back door, grabbing his gear from the back seat before closing the door again and setting the car alarm.

“Do you still have some studying to do?” Hunter looked at Avery over the hood of the car and started walking towards the entrance.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay.”

“When are you working at the hospital again?” Hunter glanced at his brother as they started up the stairs.

“Tomorrow morning. We’re on the same shift but on different rotations.” Avery stopped and turned to look at him when they reached the second floor. “You’re in the ER right?”

“Yeah, it’s bound to be crazy.” Hunter gave a soft chuckle. “Well, I’m going to head up and take a shower then hit the books. If you need any help, let me know.”

“You’re more likely to run to me for help remember.” Avery threw his head back and laughed.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Hunter hugged Avery and pulled away. “See you later.”

Hunter watched Avery as he walked away from him, down the hall to his room. His eyes darted down to watch Avery’s ass in the tight jeans which molded his butt cheeks to perfection. When he reached his room door, Avery turned around and caught him staring. Hunter felt the heat rush into his cheeks and quickly looked away and headed up the stairs to his own room on the third floor.

As he walked down the corridor, Hunter remembered that most of the students had already left for the holidays. Avery and he were trying to finish their last year early so they decided to stay and get ahead. Many of his friends wondered how Avery, two years his junior, could be in the same year of study as him. Hunter smiled. Avery was very intelligent and advanced rather quickly during his first year, thereby cutting through most of his first two years of studies. With Avery locked up in his dorm room most of the times stuck in the books or in the library, Hunter remembered barely seeing much of him during the first year.

Hunter walked into his dorm room and finally relaxed. A double bed sat in the corner of the room with a study desk against the opposite wall. A built-in closet lined the wall to the left of the door. His third floor dorm was a single room but Avery’s room was a double. All first and second floor double rooms housed two students each.

A few times, Hunter contemplated requesting permission for his brother to share his room but he knew that would just bring up too many questions. It would also have been harder for him to hide his attraction to his brother. Hunter always felt a bit guilty when he walked in his room. It was a reminder that, even though Avery was extremely intelligent, he was also much smaller and couldn’t get the bigger sports scholarship that allowed him to afford a room of his own.

Hunter dropped his helmet on the bed and started to remove his clothes, peeling the pants down his legs and throwing it on the floor at the end of the bed. Quickly, he removed the rest of his clothes and walked over to the closet. Hunter opened a drawer and pulled out shorts and grabbed the towel from the hook hanging behind the door. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he headed for the showers.

The showers were empty and the only sound was the shouting and chatter from the floor below echoing through the empty corridor. Leaning into one of the shower stalls, Hunter turned on the water, and set it to the perfect temperature. He turned back around and dropped the towel on the bench. Pulling the shower curtain aside, Hunter stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him. He leaned forward and rested his arms on the cold shower tiles as the warm water hit his back and shoulders, running down in rivulets over his butt cheeks. Even though it had been over twenty minutes since seeing Avery, Hunter was still sporting a hard-on.

Ignoring his straining erection, Hunter took the soap from the dish against the wall and started running it over his body. He gasped out loud when his hand brushed over his nipples. He could feel his erection pulsing as it stood to attention. Hunter lathered up his hand with soap and moved it further down his body. His fingers encircled his erection, barely closing around it. On the first up stroke, Hunter hissed. It felt so good.

Hunter had played around with a few guys and had some fun in the past, but he had never had sex. Because of the size of his erect cock, no one was willing to try. He could understand their hesitation and never wanted to hurt any of them. The most they’d ever do is jack off. Even a blow job was out of the question. Hunter wished things were different, that he could at least know how it felt to be inside someone. Hunter closed his eyes as an image of Avery appeared in his mind. He saw Avery lying on a bed naked, stretched out with his legs spread wide apart.

Hunter moved his hand over his shaft and used the pre-cum oozing from the slit to slick up his erection. Faster and faster he moved his hand. Hunter heard his brother call his name and saw himself kneeling down on the bed between Avery’s spread legs.

“Fuck me.”

Hunter groaned out loud. The erotic images kept playing through his mind. He could see Avery pulling back his legs and exposing his puckered hole. Hunter could almost feel the ring of muscle constricting around his hard shaft as he slid into Avery. Hunter cried out and threw his head back as stream after stream of cum painted the tiles while sobs of guilt shook his body.

He stood under the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of his release from his body. Turning off the water, Hunter stepped out of the shower, quickly dried off, and slipped into his shorts. With the towel draped over his shoulder, he headed back to his room.

Each time Hunter was aroused, it was always a result of him brother. The guilt of it all had him sobbing as tears ran down his face.

Why couldn’t I be normal!? While in bed, Hunter closed his eyes and fell asleep thinking of holding Avery in his arms.

A LOVING HART by Leiland Dale


Heart of the Mountain 2

Coming May 22, 2010!



For seven years, Jasper Elliot felt betrayed and all alone when his brother left their home. When an unexpected visitor shows up and voices the truth as to why his brother left, Jasper was faced with a decision that would change the course of his life. Arriving at The Mountain Hart Ranch not only didn't things go the way he expected them too but he also found something he thought he never would.

Seth Hart had a secret, one that had scars of its own. To keep his secret safe he never dated and always made sure to not get his heart involved. With the arrival of Jasper, Seth's resolutions flew right out the window. The instant attraction Seth felt for Jasper was exhilarating but also scared him. Just as things started going better than Seth ever expected, their past catches up to them.

Will their past tear them apart or will Seth's secret bring them closer together?


Seth Hart sat behind his desk, going over the ranch's books. He hated paperwork, but knew it had to be done. Simply a necessary trade off to owning the Wyoming cattle ranch he loved so much. It was the one place where he felt at peace. He knew the prior owner who accepted him without questions or assumptions played a large role in the love for his home. He wanted others to feel the same peace, the same level of acceptance of 'family' regardless of their life choice or situation.

Once he inherited the ranch, he immediately converted it into a gay-friendly haven for others like him. Although each of their circumstances may differ, they all shared the same peace offered at the Mountain Hart Ranch. And he was damn proud to be a part of that.

A knock at the front door startled him. "Come in. I'm in the office."

He wondered who it could be at this time of night. Knowing their usual schedules, he knew the ranch hands were busy, either in the stables or pen.

He saw Greg, his foreman and best friend, walk towards him with a young man following close behind.

"This is my brother, Jasper. He just arrived in town." Greg nudged the young man, who moved up to stand next to him.

Seth's eyes widened when he finally saw Jasper. It was obvious he was the younger brother. Although he shared the same golden skin color, green eyes and dark hair as his brother, Jasper's hair was short and spiky, his frame slightly leaner and just a tad bit smaller than Greg's muscular six-foot size. To Seth, the subtle differences were striking. He was just breathtaking.

Seth quickly tried to pull himself together.

"I was hoping you wouldn't mind if he stayed in one of the rooms in the bunkhouse with the ranch hands." Greg looked at him curiously, with a glint in his eye.

Busted. ", not at all." Seth stood and extended his hand in greeting. His breath caught when their hands touched. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Seth Hart, as your brother here seems to have forgotten to introduce me."

"It's nice to meet you, too." Jasper smiled, a row of perfectly white teeth making an appearance.

"Oh, damn. I forgot my manners there for a minute."

Seth was mesmerized by Jasper's green eyes and the warmth of his hand. Nothing else existed. When Greg cleared his throat, Seth pulled back his hand as a warm flush crept up his neck and flooded his cheeks. Double-busted.

"I take it you'll be staying around for awhile, then?" Seth asked the younger brother as he sat back down, trying to ignore Greg.

"Yeah, I'd like to be close to my brother," Jasper wistfully replied as he glanced over at Greg. There was a shimmer in Greg's eyes for a moment before he rapidly blinked it away.

Seth knew the story behind Greg's arrival to the ranch. He knew Greg's father went totally ballistic the day he found out Greg was gay and threw him out of the family ranch at gunpoint forcing him to leave without a word of goodbye or any belonging other than the clothes on his back and his pickup truck. He knew Greg left everything behind, including his brother. Seth wasn't sure if having Jasper at the ranch was a good idea, but he desperately hoped his best friend's brother would stick around for a while. He didn't know the details behind Jasper's arrival, but he sure as hell wanted to take the time to find out.

"Do you have a place to work yet? Your brother told me years ago he grew up on a ranch." Seth was so nervous his hands became clammy.

"No, actually. Greg was hoping there'd be some work here for me."

Seth heard the hope and uncertainty in Jasper's voice which called to his protective nature.

Greg interrupted before Jasper could continue talking. "We do need another hand around. Things have been picking up around here." Greg slapped his brother on the back. "There's plenty of work for him here."

"Yeah, that's perfect. Go get settled in and show your brother around. We can sort out the rest later." Seth pulled himself together and tried to act indifferent as he dismissed the brothers with a wave goodbye and resumed his struggle with the paperwork.

Seth waited until he heard the front door close behind them before he walked to the kitchen and looked out from the edge of the window. He watched them as they walked over to the bunkhouse, his gaze focused on Jasper's firm butt in his well-fitted jeans. Seth tried to fight the instant attraction he felt. He knew it would end badly if he allowed himself to get involved with Jasper. It could create all kinds of complications and that was something he didn't want to deal with. He had entirely too many secrets to keep and was scared to take a chance. Been there, done that.

He watched them until they entered the bunkhouse, then turned away from the window and walked back into his office. Sitting behind his desk, Seth resolutely turned his attention back to the paperwork, trying to dispel the thoughts of the sexy new ranch hand from his mind.


As they walked to the bunkhouse, Jasper felt he was being watched. He could feel someone's gaze burning into his back. Just as he entered, Jasper turned and looked back to the main house. He could have sworn he saw Seth watching them from the kitchen window. While Greg led the way to a room at the far end of the passage, Jasper's mind went back to his encounter with the sexy ranch owner.

When he had approached Seth's desk, he was startled by the blue-green piercing eyes that had locked onto his, almost as if they could see inside him. The image made his body shiver. When Seth stood up from behind the desk, the man had towered over him. At 5 foot 11, he figured Seth was well over 6 feet tall. Seth's muscular build and thick arms had his heart banging hard against his chest. He remembered the electric shock that had gone straight to his groin when their hands touched.

Jasper was pulled out of his daydreaming when they stopped at an open door and Greg touched his arm. "This is your room. Just put your stuff down for now. I'll show you around the ranch and introduce you to some of the other hands."

"Thanks." Jasper walked into the sparsely furnished room and put his bag on the bed. It had a single bed that stood against one wall with a dresser against the other and a built-in closet in one corner.

"Come on, let me show you around." Greg pulled him out of the room and threw his arm around Jasper's shoulders, giving him a quick hug before pulling away.

Greg led him around the ranch, taking him to the stables and then to the pastures where a few horses were grazing. Jasper loved the fresh smell of the air mixed with the scent of the horses. During the tour, Greg explained what his work entailed and what was expected of him. Just knowing he would help train the horses made Jasper feel comfortable in this new place.

They leaned against the railing and watched the horses gallop around the field. He remembered when he and his brother used to do this same thing at the family ranch many years ago. Jasper turned to look at Greg. He looked peaceful. Happy. He knew his brother's partner, Devon, played a big part in that. After all, he was now at the Mountain Hart Ranch because Devon sought him out to tell him the truth behind Greg's departure from the family ranch. Jasper couldn't understand how his own father could disown Greg simply because he was gay. He couldn't believe it at first. He just couldn't imagine his father forcing Greg to leave at gunpoint. That is, until Devon told him the truth. Jasper learned firsthand the truth about his father when he too revealed he was gay. He loved his father and tried to hate his brother for leaving - and all of it was based on lies.

Now looking over at Greg, he was grateful his brother had someone who loved him so much. He deserved it. He had always been a great brother and he should have trusted his heart rather than the lies his father told him for the last seven years. Thanks to Devon, he not only stood up to his father, but was reunited with Greg who never stopped loving him. He knew that now, thanks to Devon. He still couldn't believe it. He now he had his brother back in his life.

When Greg looked over at him, Jasper couldn't swallow past the knot in his throat. Jasper hugged Greg again. "I'm happy I have you back."

Greg cleared his throat, "I'm glad you're here. I missed you."

They pulled away from each other just as two guys rode up to the fence and dismounted. "Hey, guys. This here is my brother, Jasper. He'll be working with you guys." Greg turned to him and pointed at each of the men. "This is Jeremy and Miles. Don't listen to everything they tell you. They love talking shit half of the time," Greg said with a mischievous smile.

"Watch it, old man!" Miles playfully punched Greg on the arm before shaking Jasper's hand. The sprinkling of grey hair made Miles look a few years older than Greg. "Welcome to the Mountain Hart Ranch." Miles smiled. "I'm sure you'll love it here. Just don't forget to bring the horses out to graze again at midnight."

Jasper wasn't sure if Miles was joking or if he was serious but when he looked over at Greg and saw his expression, they all burst out laughing.

Jeremy, who was both young and very good-looking, came over and shook his hand. "Welcome. It sure is going to be a lot of fun around here now," he said, grinning as he visually surveyed him from head to toe.

Greg snuck up behind Jeremy and tipped his hat forward. Jeremy quickly turned around to try and grab Greg but he wasn't quick enough. He watched as Greg jumped the fence and Jeremy took off running, his laughter ringing through the air.

Jasper watched as they playfully wrestled on the ground. "Those two are like teenagers at times," Miles said as he crossed his arms and chuckled.

"I remember when Greg and I..." Jaspers voice trailed off as an acute sadness came over him, like a stabbing pain to the heart. He watched as Greg got up from the ground, dusted off his jeans and walked towards them. They'd lost so much time together these last few years. At least they were part of each other's lives again.

Greg jumped back over the fence and grabbed Jasper around the neck. "Come on. Let's get you settled in. You gotta get up early in the morning and tomorrow's your first day."

"See you in the morning, guys." Jasper mock saluted them before turning around and following Greg back to the bunkhouse. "They seem like nice guys."

Greg chuckled, a smile played on his lips. "Yeah, they're great guys. Once you get to know them, they'll do anything for you. We look after each other here. It's the one place you're always safe and where you don't have to pretend to be someone you're not."

Jasper stopped. Pretend? Jasper glanced over at the kitchen door as they passed the main house. "Is Seth" When Greg stopped and looked at him, Jasper diverted his eyes and looked down at the ground before looking back up at Greg.

"Yes, he is." Greg frowned and looked over at the main house. "All the guys on the ranch are gay."

Hesitantly, Jasper asked, "Is he with someone?"

"No." Greg looked at Jasper with a wicked smile. "Come on."

Jasper followed Greg to the bunkhouse. "Well, I guess I'll see you first thing in the morning?"

"Yeah, you know it." They hugged and held on tight to each other for a while.

"It's really great to have you here. I'm very happy you're back in my life again, Jasper." Greg's voice was rough with emotion. Jasper pulled away and looked at Greg smiling at him.

"It's great to be here," he said, giving his brother another hug before turning around and going into the bunkhouse. "See you in the morning."

Jasper walked into his new room and started unpacking the few things he had been able to pack in hurry before leaving his father's ranch. After talking to Devon by the lake at the ranch and learning the truth, he knew he couldn't stay there. Luckily, he thought about packing a few things in his duffel bag before confronting his father. When he faced him, his dad spewed profanities of gay's going to hell and his brother must have turned him into a fag. Those words cut Jasper deeply and further cemented everything Devon had told him about his father and Greg.

He shook himself out of the memory and looked around. The bedroom was sparsely furnished but he didn't care. It was a roof over his head and a place to work and sleep. Nothing else mattered, now that he had his brother back in his life.

He grabbed his toiletries and some clothes and went to the communal bathrooms the ranch hands shared. There were fresh towels hanging over the towel rails, three hand basins and three closed-in showers. The bathroom was immaculately clean for a bunch of ranch hands-even the inside of the showers sparkled. It looked like a bathroom cleaner commercial. Jasper remembered Greg telling him that they had a woman come in every day to clean up the bunkhouse and cook.

Jasper reached into one of the showers and turned the water on to the right temperature. He jumped in the shower and let the hot water wash away the tension from his shoulders. He heard the other ranch hands walk into the bunkhouse as he dried himself off. Quickly slipping into his boxers and t-shirt, Jasper walked out of the bathroom. On the way to his room, he ran into Jeremy.

"I'll see you in the morning," Jeremy said with a wicked smile as they crossed.

Jasper looked over his shoulder and noticed Jeremy blatantly checking him out.

Jasper smiled as he closed his bedroom door and slipped into bed.


Seth sat in the darkness at the kitchen table with a glass of juice in his hand. The earlier conversation he had overheard between Greg and Jasper replayed in his mind. He could still hear Jasper's breathy voice echoing in his mind. "Is he with someone?"

Closing his eyes, Seth took a deep breath as he tried to will Jasper's voice from his mind. He was sexually attracted to Jasper but Seth knew that nothing could happen between them, regardless of how much he wanted it. He couldn't take the chance of his secret being exposed or of the consequences that came with it. He just couldn't relive the same situation from his past. It was just too painful. And now, he had too much to lose with the ranch and too many people counting on him.

Seth finished his juice and left the kitchen. He walked past his office to the end of the hall where the back door opened up to the wooded area behind the main house. Seth discarded his clothes and walked out into the woods. As the moonlight cast a faint glow in the darkness, his naked body disappeared amongst the trees into the night.

A Loving Hart Excerpt © 2010 Leiland Dale - All rights reserved.

Monday, May 10, 2010

CHAMELEON WOLF by Stormy Glenn & Joyee Flynn


Delta Wolf 1


Stormy Glenn & Joyee Flynn

Zac Sheehan is a Delta wolf, the council enforcer, sent out to eliminate those that broke the rules. It's a lonely existence, leaving him on the fringes of werewolf society. All Zac wants is to find his mate and live in peace.

While on a mission, Zac finds the one thing he's been looking for all of his life, his mate. Matt is everything Zac ever wanted in a mate, loving, caring, and drop dead gorgeous. Zac couldn't be happier, or so he thinks. But as another mission looms, Zac discovers that things could be more dangerous than he thought. The wolf he's been sent to eliminate is his other mate.

Erotic, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, M/M/M, Romance

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Just as he got back to the motel and almost to his room, Zac heard someone shout. "Wait, I'm the Alpha." That got Zac's attention. He slowed down and turned around, eyeing the man.

"You're the Alpha?"

"Yes. I'm going to slowly approach you so you can see I'm not out of my mind with lust, ok?"

"Yeah, ok, come on though, I want to get in my room," Zac replied. The man seemed fine. When he was a couple of feet away, Zac nodded and led the Alpha towards his room. Letting him in, he locked the door and closed the curtains. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware of a pack in the area. I would have made my presence known to you."

"I figured as much. I'm Donatello Rain, Alpha of the local pack," the man said, extending his hand.

"Zac Sheehan, Delta from the Kankakee Pack. I was out this way to handle something for the council. I stopped here tonight before heading home tomorrow."

"Nice to meet you, Zac," Donatello said letting go of his hand. "My Beta is keeping the others at bay until they calm down and head home, so you should be good for the night."

"So… we're ok then?" Zac asked, knowing that some packs hated Deltas, killing any that are born or they come into contact with. Other packs would capture them for their gifts and the power they bring.

"We're good, you have nothing to fear from us, Zac. I promise as Alpha. Let me text my Beta so he can head over here when he's done and give the all clear."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. There's no way I could have gotten away from all of them. I can handle several lusting wolves, but no way a whole bar full." Zac chuckled.

"Boy, would you have been sore! And I would have some dead in the frenzy I'm sure."

"Yeah, it's great to be a Delta sometimes," Zac replied with a frown.

"Hey, I feel the same way about Alpha at times. You do the best you can. That's all you can do, really."

"I know, I do, just had a hell of a hunt. I wanted nothing more than to kick back and have a couple beers, maybe get laid. Is that too much to ask?" Zac asked. Before Donatello could answer there was a knock at the door.

"Sam, everything go ok?" Donatello asked after he opened the door. "Matt, what are you doing here?"

"Matt was unaffected by the Delta," Sam replied, sharing a knowing look with Donatello.

"Really?" Donatello asked with a goofy tone.

"So what? What's the big deal?" Matt asked and stopped in the doorway, just staring at Zac. "Hi."

"Hi," Zac replied stepping closer. He grabbed Matt's arm and pulled him inside the room and closed the door. "You know who I am?" Zac couldn't believe this was the man from the bar. He was the best looking male he'd ever seen.

"You're a Delta. I'm drawn to you. I'm not going crazy like the others, but I want you," Matt said before he could shut up. "I'm sorry, I… I don't know why I said that."

"I do," Zac whispered before lowering his lips down to Matt's. It was just a soft brush of the lips, but Zac felt the electricity from that kiss go straight to his dick. He'd never been so hard in his life!

"Wow," Matt whispered against his mouth. "That's why everyone wants to have sex with a Delta."

"It's not about him being a Delta, Matt," Donatello said from behind them. "Only Alphas, Betas, and the Delta's mates aren't affected by their scent. Matt, you know you aren't an Alpha or a Beta."

"You're—really? Wow, I must have done something right in my life, I mean, you're hot!" Matt replied beaming at Zac.

"Glad you think so," Zac chuckled releasing Matt. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two, " Matt said quietly. "Is that ok?"

"Wow, that's well, that's pretty young. Are you ok with being mated that young?" Zac asked, stepping back to look at the younger, much smaller man. He's got to be only 5'9" and about 150 pounds. But man, he is gorgeous, look at that body! Matt was lean, not skinny by any means, with gorgeous green eyes and angelic blonde hair.

"Yes, of course," Matt answered going back over to Zac and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Zac gave Donatello and then Sam a panicked look. Twenty-two just seemed so young to his thirty. Plus, Matt was so small he barely came to his chest. Being 6'4", Zac was used to towering over people. But to be mated to someone so much smaller, wouldn't he break him?

"Ok, just give me a minute, Matt," Zac replied separating Matt from him. "Let me talk with your Alpha before we talk about being mates, ok?"

"Don't you want to be my mate?" Matt asked softly, looking at the floor. He looked like he was trying not to cry.

"Of course I do, I just need to deal with one thing at a time," Zac whispered in his ear. "Why don't you go sit down on the bed so I can handle this?" Matt just nodded and walked over to sit on the bed while the other three men talked.

"Be careful with him, I'm pretty sure he's not experienced, " Donatello told Zac quietly and Sam nodded in agreement.

"Thanks for the heads up," Zac replied with a heavy sigh. Finding his young, probably virgin mate, was not what he had in mind when he thought about getting laid tonight. "Give me your cell number in case I have any issues tonight with any of your pack, and I'll be out of here in the morning."

Donatello gave Zac his number and he put it in his cell before they said their goodbye's. Closing the door, locking it behind them, Zac headed over to the bed and sat next to Matt.

"What now?" Matt asked, regaining some of his composure.

"Now we talk," Zac started, "I'm Zac Sheehan. I'm Delta of the Kankakee pack, which is in Central Illinois."

"I'm Matt Garrett, I don't have a rank."

"So, you know if you want to mate with me, you'll be moving, right?"

"Of course!" Matt replied. He seemed to be surprised Zac asked.

"And you're ok with that?"

"Yeah, it'll be a little weird. I've only had this as my pack, but I don't have any family left or rank in my pack. Moving to your pack makes sense."

"Ok, well that gets one issue out of the way," Zac said taking a deep breath before he continued. "Do you know a lot about Deltas?"

"The basics… you can change into an invisible wolf, you're a loaner, and you stay away from the pack mostly."

"You know I also have two mates, right?"

"Two mates?" Matt asked astounded, "Do you already have your other one?"

"No, I've not found my other mate yet."

"Are they going to be my mate too?"

"I'm not really sure to be honest," Zac replied scratching his head, thinking. "I guess if you wanted to, and they wanted to. I don't really know how other Deltas do it. We'll just have to figure it out, ok?" After Matt nodded, he continued, "So you know I'm a loaner. I mean it's inflicted on me in a way, but I've been one since I was 18 and no longer a cub. Twelve years is a long time to be by myself, so you're going to have to be patient with me. I'm not that good at interacting with people, so I might screw up a lot."

"Well, my parents died years ago, so I kind of get that," Matt said. "And I heard what they said. I'm not a virgin."

"Ok," Zac replied, not sure what else to say. Instead he reached over picked Matt up and put him on his lap so he could look into his face. "But we'll take things slow and you'll tell me if I do anything you don't like or that hurts you, promise?"

"I promise," Matt agreed shyly. "So, what now?"

"I guess if you're ok with what I said and you don't have any questions—do you want me to claim you?"

"More than anything," Matt groaned.

"You're so adorable, you know that? The sexiest little man I've ever seen. I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be your mate."

"Me? Are you kidding me, you're gorgeous. I feel bad you got stuck with me."

"Don't ever talk about yourself that way," Zac growled at Matt. "I noticed you in the bar before I could smell you were my mate. I wanted you then, and now you're mine!"

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Matt's hands slid around Zac's neck as he explored the depths of the man's mouth. Realizing Matt's canines had already dropped down, Zac ran his tongue slowly across them before diving back into his mouth.

Moving his hands down Matt's body, he pushed the hem of his shirt up and broke the kiss long enough to remove it. Lowering his head, he once again claimed the swollen lips below him. He felt the smooth muscled skin underneath, but it wasn't enough.

"Baby, are you sure about this?" Zac asked as he reached for the button of Matt's jeans.

"Yes, please, make me yours," Matt moaned against his mouth. That was good enough for Zac.

Zac scraped his teeth gently across a small patch of skin where Matt's neck met his shoulders. "This is where I'm going to bite you when I claim you, Matt," he whispered as he freed Matt's cock from his pants.

Zac rubbed his hand over the hard flesh. His thumb skimmed across the top, smearing pre-cum over the head. He slowly slid Matt to his feet and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs. He gently pushed Matt back on the bed breaking the kiss to watch Matt scoot back to the pillows. Nearly swallowing his tongue at the bounty before him, Zac quickly whipped off his shirt, shoes, socks and jeans. He was desperate to join his gorgeous, naked mate on the bed.

Crawling up the bed to Matt, Zac let out a soft growl that had Matt widening his eyes in surprise. As he nibbled on Matt's neck, Zac grabbed his cock again, quickly stroking him as he sank his teeth into his neck.

Zac's eyes drifted closed as he savored the sweet taste of his mate, thankful he could now do this whenever he wanted. Matt tasted just as he did when Zac first kissed him, like passion fruit and honey. It was a delicious flavor the he knew he would be obsessed with for the rest of his life.

Zac opened his eyes and he lifted his head, looking down in astonishment as Matt cried out. Matt's hips lifted frantically, pushing against Zac as he came, covering Zac's hand with shot after shot of white thick seed.

Oh Fuck me! That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He lifted his hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick some of the seed on his hand. Matt tasted like passion fruit, but a little more tangy. Zac was doomed.

"That wasn't supposed to happen yet, was is?"

Zac's eyes fell down to Matt's burning face at his whispered words. Matt avoided Zac's gaze, his face filled with embarrassment. He was upset he came so quickly, Zac realized. He might not be a virgin, but he wasn't experienced anywhere near what Zac was.

"There's no rule to say it wasn't, but I thought it was hot. I want to see that look on your face over and over again, knowing what I do to you put it there."

Zac went back to kissing Matt as his hands went down to grab his hips. Matt groaned when Zac pressed their erections together and spread his legs as an invitation to Zac. Pushing Matt's legs up to his chest, Zac got to his knees to look down at Matt's tight puckered entrance.

Reaching back to his jeans at the end of the bed, where his lube was, he saw Matt spread his legs even further. Zac quickly moved back between Matt's legs, popped the bottle open and squirted some lube on his finger.

He squirted a few drops down the crack of Matt's ass before closing the lid and tossing the bottle on the nightstand. He glanced up at Matt's flushed face, wanting to be sure he was ready for what Zac was about to do.

"Matt, is this ok?"

"Please, yes, please fuck me," Matt cried out.

Zac smiled at his mate's eager response even as he lightly smoothed his fingers over Matt, feeling his body quiver at his delicate touch. Zac groaned at how responsive Matt was.. He wished they could spend a week in bed, not just a night before heading home. If Matt was this sensitive to his finger, Zac couldn't wait to find out what he did when Zac's cock pushed deep inside him.

Rubbing his fingers around in a circle, Zack rimmed the edges of Matt's hole, pushing in little by little until Matt was nearly mindless on the bed. Matt panted, his legs shook, and his head thrashed on the bed from side to side. Matt's response fascinated Zac.. He'd never seen anyone so responsive to just a touch, and he barely explored the rest of Matt's body.

Without warning, Zac pushed two fingers into Matt, immediately feeling the muscles around them clench in protest. When Matt cried out, Zac froze, thinking he had been too rough with his little mate.

About to apologize, his eyes widened when he watched Matt's whole body shake as he moaned in pleasure. Zac watched Matt's face as he moved his fingers in and out of the man. He moved slowly at first but as Matt's moans turned into whimpers, Zack sped up his movements and added a third finger.

"Please don't tease me—I need—I need," Matt began to beg.

"I know what you need, Matt," Zac hissed trying to keep control so he didn't attack his mate and go feral on him. Zac pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his hard, aching cock.

He held Matt's thighs up to his chest and watched as he slowly pushed himself into his mate. Inch by slow inch, his cock disappeared deep within Matt's tight grasp. As Zac pushed all the way in, then slowly pulled out, Matt cried out.

Bingo! Sweet spot found and stroked.

Zac kept his eyes on Matt's face as he thrust himself in and out of the man. His movements became faster and more erratic as Matt's muscles tightened around him with each thrust.

Matt's whimpers and cries of pleasure were driving him towards an orgasm faster than anything he had ever experienced before. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Zac grabbed Matt's leaking cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts.

Zac heard Matt cry out his name as hot liquid filled the space between them, covering his hand. Zac stroked Matt a few times more before moving his hands to Matt's hips in a tight grasp. Matt's inner muscles clamped down on his cock, squeezing him. Yelling louder than he ever remembered during sex, Zac came, filling his mate with his hot seed, claiming him.

Zac collapsed on Matt as the knot at the end of his cock extended, locking him into place within his mate. Matt started moaning again. For what seemed like hours, Zac's cock continued to pulse, sending spurt after spurt of seed into his little mate, extending his pleasure.

Zack's orgasm finally subsided, and the knot keeping him locked inside Matt finally receded. He licked the mating bite closed then lifted his head to look at his mate. Realizing Matt was already asleep, Zac pulled the covers down from under Matt.

Pulling Matt close to his chest and the covers over both of them, he took a deep inhale of his mate's wonderful scent. "I'm going to fall for you hard," Zac whispered against Matt's hair. "Please love me back,"