True Blood Mate 3
Coming March 29th
Logan Stone lives a lonely existence as the beta of his wolf clan. It's his job to protect his people and follow out the orders of his alpha. That doesn't leave much time to find a mate or fill the empty hole in his heart. When he spots a set of sexy eyes staring at him during the moon festival, Logan knows he has met his mate.
Finding Love Star is not as easy as keeping him. Love may be fascinated by all things wolf but when Logan goes feral during their mating, Love runs for his life. Logan has to call for help to find Love, only discover his mate is hiding right under his nose at the Stone Clan compound.
Instead of convincing Love of the merits of being mated to a wolf, Logan has to depend on Love to protect himself even as he tries to shield the man from the dangerous world he has just entered. If they survive the interference of well meaning friends and a coyote shifter bent on killing Love, they just might have a chance of finding out what fate has planned for them.
"Someone stole my tail again," Love Star grumbled as he flopped down in the seat across from where his friends sat. He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his lower lip out. He was pissed. That was the third time this week that someone had taken his tail.
He liked that tail too. It was one of his favorite—long and black and it had just the right amount of swing in it to match the sway of his hips. Love had spent hours in front of his full length mirror perfecting the sway of his hips until he had it just right.
"Have you ever thought of not wearing a tail, Love?" Matt asked.
Love rolled his eyes. "Oh please, I would look ridiculous without my tail."
"Well," Matt said as he waved his hand toward Love's butt, "if you won't leave the tail at home, you have to expect people to try and take it."
"Why can't they just leave it alone?" Love asked.
"Love, you don't want them to leave it alone, remember?" Drea smirked. "That's why you started wearing the ears and tail in the first place."
"I wanted them to look, not take."
"Maybe you should attach the tail to your pants then."
Love rolled his eyes. "Really?"
Drea chuckled. "I'm just saying, Love. If you don't want people to steal your tail then you need to secure it to your ass a little better."
"It would just be better if it was real," Love grumbled, "and then no one could steal it from me. I could bite them if they tried."
"Yeah, I don't see that happening anytime soon, Love."
"It could happen!" Love insisted, frowning at Matt. Neither of his friends seemed to understand the fascination Love had for all things wolf. And Love wasn't sure he wanted them to know. It was a little weird and a lot obsessive.
"Hey, I have a great idea," Matt said. "My family is having this little get together later tonight back at the house. There's going be food, dancing, everything. Do you want to go?"
Love glanced around the bar. It was supposed to be a happening place only nothing was happening. He was bored out of his mind. Anything had to be better than hanging out in a bar that was almost empty. The place was dead.
"Sure," Love said, "I'm in."
Love reached up and checked the placement of the black furry wolf ears on the top of his head. Satisfied that they were right where they were supposed to be, he held out his hand. A lollipop was slapped into his hand, a deep chuckle coming from Drea.
Love ripped off the wrapping and shoved the sweet tasting treat into his mouth. The fruity flavor of cherry exploded across Love's tongue. He groaned and closed his eyes, loving the taste and the texture of the little round lollipop in his mouth.
"Damn, boy," crooned a voice right over Love's shoulder, "I'll bet you'd moan just as loud with something else in your mouth."
Love didn't even open his eyes. He was enjoying his lollipop too much. He just held up his hand and lifted his middle finger.
"Is that an invitation, boy?"
Love opened his eyes and looked across the table at Drea and Matt. He rolled his eyes then plastered a sexy little smile on his face. Turning in his seat, he peered up at the man standing beside his chair.
The tight leather pants really did nothing for the man. Neither did the black leather vest, which was the only covering the man had on the upper half of his body. Love knew the man thought he was drop dead gorgeous but he didn't have a tail or ears which put him at the bottom of Love's attraction list.
"I don't know. Can you give me what I want?"
"The name is Mick Red." The man palmed his crotch. "And I have more than enough to give you exactly what you want."
Love seriously doubted it. "Then show me your tail."
"No tail?" Love pouted. "Ah, too bad. How about some ears then. Personally, I prefer black furry ears but I suppose any type of wolf ears would do."
A disgusted look came over the man's less than handsome face. "Are you one of those guys that like to fuck animals?"
"No, which is why I won't be fucking you."
Satisfied that he had said his peace, Love stuck the lollipop back into his mouth and turned around in his seat. This guy, whoever he was, didn't hold any interest for him. He liked dominant men but he liked ones that were naturally dominant. Not ones that had to prove it to other people.
"You little freak!"
Love had just enough time to process the angry words before the man's hands landed on his shoulder. Love cringed and yelped as he was yanked out of his seat. He dropped his lollipop on the floor as he was tossed across the floor.
Love skidded to a stop several feet away. He shook his head to clear it then pushed himself up. His eyes widened when he looked back across the floor and saw his friends attacking the man in leather. He chuckled when the man dropped to his knees under the assault.
Love checked to make sure his ears were still perched on his head then jumped to his feet and raced back across the room. He hopped onto the man's back and started pulling on his hair. He had the deep satisfaction of hearing the man grunt in pain right before someone grabbed his and tore him away.
"Hey!" Love shouted.
"That's enough!" a rather large man shouted.
Love glared up into the face of the big blond haired man that held him. He stuck out his lower lip and pointing to the man on the floor. "He started it!"
"I don't care who started it," the man growled as he set Love on his feet. "I'm stopping it."
Love realized that he had to crane his neck back to look up into the man's face. While that wasn't unusual for him, he didn't like the way it made his ears start to slip off his head. Love growled and kicked the man in the shin.
"Ouch!" the man shouted as he grabbed his shin and started hopping around. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"You made my ears slip."
"Ears? What ears?"
Love glared. He reached up and repositioned his ears on the top of his head. By the time he was done, the man had stopped hoping, which was good because a man as big as he was shouldn't be hopping. It just made him look odd. He was still glaring at Love as he rubbed his shin, though.
"You're fucking nuts."
Love stuck his tongue out at the man. He wished he had his tail as he turned and flounced away. It would have made his exit more memorable. As it was, Love had to make do with swaying his hips enough to get a few whistles and one smack on his ass as he walked out the front door.
Love realized he had left the building without his friends the moment the door closed behind him. He rolled his eyes, wishing he could gain control of his temper. It was a battle he'd been fighting since he was in diapers. It was a losing battle.
Love walked over to the car he'd ridden in with his friends and leaned back against the hood. He would have to wait until his friends come out of the bar before he could leave. Matt had the keys. Worse yet, Matt had all his lollipops.
"Yes, dick head. His name is Mick Red. You know, Mick Red… Dick Head… pretty much the same thing. Besides, I had to call him something." Love stroked his hands over the broad chest in front of him and gazed up at the tall muscular man. "So, what should I call you? Delicious comes immediately to mind."
Love watched the stunned expression on the man in front of him with amusement. He would bet his mother's purple poodle that no one had ever talked to the powerful man in such a manner. And yes, the damn poodle was purple. Love's mother had a sense of humor and a dye kit.
He knew the man standing in front of him was strong, powerful, and dominant. Love could feel it in the tingling of his skin. He could see it in every tight muscle, every thick limb. Love wondered just how powerful the large man was.
Love hoped that the sexy man was top material. He loved strong possessive tops. While they were very high maintenance, they were also very domineering. Love liked feeling that he belonged to someone and it had been a long time since he'd felt that way.
"Delicious sounds pretty good, but can you back up what comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours?" Logan asked. His arms wrapped around Love's waist and pulled him tight up against his body.
Oh yes, the big man wanted to play. Love allowed softer lines to take over his body as he leaned into the man. He could feel the heat of arousal roll off him. It warmed Love like nothing ever had.
"I would never say anything I couldn't back up, sexy," Love purred. He laid his hand on the man's wide chest, groaning softly at the hard muscles he felt through the black cotton shirt he wore.
"Huh?" Love said as he glanced up into the deepest golden eyes he ever encountered. They were pure amber in color, mesmerizing. Love could drown in their deep shimmering depths.
"My name is Logan," the man said. "Logan Stone."
Love laughed. "I prefer sexy."
Love heard a small growl come from Logan as he leaned down and inhaled the scent at Love's neck. Logan's breath blew against Love's neck then rubbed his head against him. Love giggled and dipped his head. "That tickles."
"Does it? Are you ticklish anywhere else?"
Love tipped his head back and sent Logan his sexiest lust filled look. "I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." Love giggled again when Logan's golden eyes darkened and he growled low in his throat. "So, tell me," Love drawled, "what's a big bad sexy toppy man like you doing at a party like this?"
"Hunting." Logan grinned. "What else?"
Love chuckled. "I think you found what you're hunting for."
He watched, fascinated, as one dark eyebrow on Logan's face shot up. "Are you sure of that?"
"It could be just a simple adrenaline rush," Logan countered, grinning. "We did just go through a dangerous situation."
"Pheromones and all that?" Love asked. "In that case, you shouldn't mind if I go home with someone else, should you?"
Love pushed himself away from the large man and started to turn away. As hands reached for him and lifted him off the ground, Love let out a loud laugh. He was gently tossed over Logan's shoulder, one hand wrapping around his waist, the other slapping him on the ass.
"You're not going home with anyone except me ever again," Logan growled as he carried Love through the crowd towards the edge of one of the buildings. Love nearly came in his pants when he felt Logan's large hands caress his ass through his jeans.
He couldn't wait to get rid of his jeans and feel those hands against his bare skin. Hell, he couldn't wait to feel all of Logan against his bare skin. As big as Logan was, Love had no doubt that he could cover his smaller body from head to toe, and then some.
Love yelped in surprise as he was suddenly lowered to the ground. He barely had time to steady himself on his feet before hands were pulling at his clothes. Within moments, Love found himself standing before Logan naked as the day he was born.
The low rough rumble emanating from Logan told Love that the man liked what he saw. It vibrated through Love's body, energizing him, arousing him. He looked up into Logan's eyes and his breath caught in his throat.
Logan's amber eyes had gone deep golden brown. His lip curled back showing off his perfect white teeth. But it was the savage snarl on Logan's face as he gazed down at his naked body that really set Love off.
Love held his arms out to his sides. "If you plan on just staring at me this relationship is going to take more work than I thought."
The moment the words were out of Love's mouth he wished he could take them back. Logan's eyes flashed to his as a slow wicked grin crossed his lips. Some intuitive gut feeling told Love that he had just become the prey to a Logan.
Going purely on instinct, Love turned and ran. He didn't get two steps before two large arms encircled him from behind and pulled him back against Logan's hard body. Love's felt a shudder shoot through his body as long teeth scrapped across the back of his neck.
"Logan," Love groaned. "That is so fucking hot!"
His hands moved back behind his head to wrap around Logan's neck. He tilted his head to one side giving Logan unobstructed access to the side of his throat. It was a submissive gesture. Love knew that but he was helpless to stop it. Something in him demanded that he submit. Love could no more deny that powerful demand then he could have stopped breathing.
Long fingers encircled Love's hard cock, stroking him furiously just as sharp teeth bit into the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder. Shock rocked through him as he realized Logan bit him but he still cried out as the combination of pleasure and pain overwhelmed him.
A thick thigh moved between Love's legs and pressed tightly against him from behind. Small keening sounds escaped from his lips. Every touch of Logan's hands and body against his was like a burning flame. Love wanted to be consumed. He wanted to burn for Logan.
His hands clenched in Logan's sunlight blond hair, pulling at the long locks in desperation. He could feel Logan sucking on his neck, marking him, claiming him, but he needed more. He needed…he needed…
"Logan!" Love begged. "Fuck me!"
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