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Symbiotic
Mates 2: Peter and the Wolf
AVAILABLE: Saturday, May 18th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, May 25th.
[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]
What
happens when your blood adversary turns out to be your fated blood mate?
Tyler
Woods tends bar at the Wolf Den to fill his lonely nights, but he still hasn’t
given up on finding a mate. He had his eye on Hunter, a pack enforcer, but his
friend killed a pack mate and found sanctuary at the Colony, home of the
vampires. The alpha calls Hunter a traitor and wants him back dead or alive,
but Tyler doesn't believe it. He allows himself to be captured in order to find
out the truth. Instead he’s thrown into a dungeon and branded a blood slave to
a blonde-haired vampire who wants more than blood.
Peter
Shaw is a turned vampire, living at the Colony. When Tyler is put in his care,
his human side surfaces and pity turns to love. An unlikely alliance is forged,
and the line between captor and captive blurs.
Available at Bookstrand:
Story Excerpt
“Are you cold?”
“Yes.” Peter shivered and the word came out on a shaky
breath. Stupid question! There’s no heat
in this alley, my jeans are down around my ankles, and my balls feel like
fucking ice cubes.
Of course the John was more concerned with the state
of Peter’s limp dick than anything else, but the chilly night wasn’t the only
reason Peter had trouble getting it up. It was the old man himself. He had to
be in his seventies at least. His parchment skin was covered with brown age
spots, and he had more white hair growing from his nostrils and ears than his
head.
“Come a little closer, then. I’ll warm you up.”
Grandpa smiled, showing a jagged landscape of yellow teeth. Peter winced at his
sour breath.
“You’re so beautiful. Such a beautiful boy.” The old
man’s belly hung low, obscuring his cock and balls as he fisted himself.
Peter’s own cock was still soft. He tugged on it.
Willing it to stiffen. Wishing this was already over.
Close your
eyes and stop looking at him.
Peter shut his eyes to the world and thought about his
fantasy man, the one he dreamed about—tall, with long black hair and a muscular
body. His dick twitched with interest at the image in his head. Peter imagined
how his mystery man would smell, how he would taste, how his stubbled jaw would
feel against Peter’s skin. His dick was rock hard now, the head slapping
against his belly.
“So pretty,” the old man said again as he got to his
knees. His hot, wet mouth engulfed Peter’s dick. Peter gritted his teeth and
concentrated on his daydream. The old man slobbered over his cock, but Peter
was far away from this dark alley. In his mind it was his dream lover’s mouth
licking and sucking…
Happy
Reading!
gale
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