Tuesday, July 23, 2013

HEAVENLY SCENT by Stormy Glenn

Heavenly Scent (MM)
Scent of a Mate 3

Jude Mason and his identical twin brother are ocelots. In the paranormal world, that means that they are less than everyone else. They are considered abominations, chased from one pride territory to the next, never knowing if someone is going to attack them. When Jude stops off at a local bar to get a glass of milk, he finds the one thing he thought he’d never have—his mate. There’s just one problem…his mate is human and knows nothing of the shifter world.
Tripp Van Buren never imagined he’d fall for a geeky little guy with glasses and a surprising giggle. But after meeting the strange man, he can’t stop thinking about him. It’s almost an obsession. And so is the need to keep Jude protected from everything. When Tripp goes back to the bar for Jude, he discovers a world he never had a clue about—shifters, mates, claiming, mating heat, and a something different about Jude that takes them all by surprise. Tripp knows that if he wants to stay in this odd world with Jude, he’ll need to learn everything he can about it. But will he still want Jude after he learns just how unique Jude really is?
Erotic, Paranormal, Wolf Shifter, M/M, Romance
Tripp Van Buren couldn’t say what drew his attention to the small figure that stepped into the bar. Maybe it was the way his bright cornflower-blue eyes darted around the room before he bounced over to the bar top. Or maybe it was the fact that he actually bounced. He didn’t walk. He didn’t run.
He freaking bounced.
Whatever it was, Tripp’s eyes were drawn to the exuberant man with a curiosity he hadn’t felt in years. He leaned back in his seat and tilted his head to one side as he watched the man push his thin black-rimmed glasses back up his pert little nose every few minutes as he talked to the bartender.
Tripp had no idea what the guy said to Frank, but the bartender’s eyebrows shot up his forehead so fast that Tripp thought they were in danger of sliding right off his head altogether. Frank stared for a moment then walked away, shaking his head. Every few moments, he’d shoot a look at the cute little guy like he thought he was from outer space or something.
When Frank came back, he held a glass of something white in his hands, which he set down on the bar-top in front of the man. As the stranger took the glass and drank it down through the straw, Frank stepped back like he was afraid he might catch whatever the guy had. Tripp almost laughed. His lips did curve up with amusement, threatening to split into a smile, something he didn’t do often, if ever.
Tripp was intrigued.
He watched for a while, slowly sipping his cold beer. The young man drank his white substance then asked for another. This time, Frank didn’t look quite so shocked but he still shook his head as he walked away.
While he waited for Frank to return, the man turned around and leaned back against the wooden bar counter, once again pushing his dark glasses up his face. There was something in his eyes as he gazed around the room that Tripp couldn’t quite decipher. It was almost as if the guy was looking for something, or someone.
Tripp was a little dismayed when he saw his friend Boone walk up to the cute little guy. Boone Marshall was the looker of Tripp’s little group of friends. Tripp had never seen the man get turned down when he decided to pursue someone. Men and women flocked to the tall dark-haired man like a moth to a flame.
He never went home alone.
Tripp almost spit out the beer in his mouth when the little black-haired cutie leaned in and sniffed at Boone then shook his head, dismissing Boone like they hadn’t even spoken. Boone stood there, his mouth hanging open as if he had never heard the word no before. After a moment, he frowned and stormed away. Tripp had never seen the man so upset, or so confused.
Hell, he’d never seen the man turned down before.
Sipping his beer, Tripp sat back and watched as man after man approach the little guy. Everyone that stepped up was sniffed then turned away and dismissed as if they didn’t exist. Maybe the guy didn’t realize that he was in a gay bar. How he couldn’t know that, Tripp would never figure out. Men in pairs of two—and sometimes three and four—were pressed together on the dance floor, their bodies gyrating together in the most public act of sex legally possible.
When his beer was empty, Tripp climbed to his feet and slowly sauntered across the room to get another one. He made sure that he took up the vacant spot right next to the guy. Tripp wasn’t stupid enough to proposition the man, not after he had seen everyone get turned down by the cutie, but he was still curious enough to take a long look at him.
He was cute—not sexy cute, but cute nonetheless.
“Here’s your milk,” Frank grumbled as he set another glass of the white stuff down on the bar-top.
The guy was drinking milk?
In a bar?
“I’ll have another, Frank,” Tripp said when the bartender glanced at him, shaking his empty beer bottle at the disgruntled bartender.
“Are you sure you don’t want something a little stronger?” Frank asked as his eyes settled on the glass of milk.
“Naw.” Tripp chuckled. “A beer will do me just fine.”
“Whatever.” Frank’s lips twisted together as he grabbed the empty beer bottle and walked away.
Tripp chuckled at the disgruntled look on Frank’s face then turned his attention back to the cutie. “How’s the milk?” he asked as he watched the man spin around on the barstool and start sucking the milk down again—through a freaking straw.
“Is that good?”
Dark eyebrows scrunched together as the guy turned to look at Tripp. “Have you ever had warm milk?” he asked, a slight shudder working through his slim body as if the mere thought was enough to make him have nightmares.
“Not if I can help it.” Hell, he didn’t drink milk if he could help it, warm or cold.
“Well, see.” The man waved his hand as if that explained it all. “There you go.”
Wow. Someone didn’t have all of their oars in the water.

Jude groaned deeply. It slowly turned into a deep rumbling purr type of noise as Jude grabbed Tripp’s shirt and yanked him closer. If Tripp hadn’t been so shocked at the strength in the little man, he would have stopped Jude from nuzzling into his neck.
By the time he felt Jude’s tongue lick up the side of his neck, it was too late. Tripp bit his lip to stifle his outcry of surprise when a flash of pain flared through his throat as something sharp tore into his flesh. It was short and quick and over before he knew exactly what happened.
And then pleasure slammed into Tripp so hard and so fast that his knees almost buckled.
His cock throbbed in his jeans, scraping against his zipper so hard that he was afraid he would have permanent zipper marks on his dick. Tripp was ready to pound nails—or someone’s sweet little ass.
When he wrapped his arms around Jude and lifted the little man up into his arms, Jude shuddered and tried to climb right up the front of him. It was like Jude couldn’t get close enough. Tripp solved that problem by wrapping one arm under Jude’s ass and the other around his back, holding Jude as close as he possibly could while they were in two separate sets of clothing.
“Bloody hell, Jude.” Tripp’s voice was dry and breathless. “What are you doing?”
Tripp’s eyes swept the room to see if Jude’s attack had been noticed by anyone in the bar. He wasn’t exactly against sexual displays in public, but he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on here and before he flipped Jude over the bar and fucked him within an inch of his life, he wanted to find out why Jude had lost his mind.
And for that, he needed privacy.
Tripp swung around and strode quickly across the bar to the men’s bathroom—not his favorite spot for a little interlude, but it would do in an emergency, and this definitely qualified as an emergency.
Two men were pressed up against the fake marble sink counter making out when Tripp walked in. Tripp growled deep in his throat. The two men sprang apart, staring at Tripp with wide eyes. “Out!”
They eyed Tripp warily as they scooted around him and Jude then ran from the bathroom. Tripp made his way down the aisle of stalls, kicking each of them open until he had assured himself that they were alone.
“Jude,” Tripp said as he tried to peel the man off his chest. Jude wasn’t budging. He grunted and tightened his arms around Tripp’s neck. Tripp rolled his eyes, not sure whether to be exasperated or aroused. “Jude, baby, you need to let go now.”
Tripp winced when Jude shook his head, the sharp little teeth embedded in flesh pulling at his sensitive skin. Tripp liked biting just as much as the next guy but this was getting ridiculous.
“Damn it, Jude, I said now!” He swatted Jude on the ass to get his point across.
Jude whimpered.
Tripp swatted him again.
Jude stilled then slowly withdrew his teeth and licked at Tripp’s skin. When he pulled back, his head was bowed but Tripp could still see Jude’s pink tongue moving across his lips as if savoring the taste lingering there.
“What in the hell was that all about, Jude?” Tripp asked as he set Jude on his feet and stepped back. When Jude followed, Tripp rolled his eyes and stuck his hand out, grabbing Jude’s shoulder and keeping him right where he was—with plenty of space between them.
Instead of answering him, Jude dropped to his knees. He had Tripp’s jeans unzipped and his dick out before Tripp even felt the brush of his fingers. And then he only felt Jude’s hot, wet mouth as it closed around his hard length.
“Oh fuck!” Tripp groaned as his fingers clenched in Jude’s curly-black hair. His hand cradled the back of Jude’s head as he slid slowly in and out of Jude’s mouth. Jude knelt in front of him, gripping Tripp’s hips and relaxing into Tripp’s touch.
“Suck it,” Tripp groaned, knowing this was a really bad idea but unable to help himself. Jude had a fantastic mouth.
And apparently, he had no gag reflex.
At. All.
Jude practically shoved his face into Tripp’s groin as he took him to the back of his throat, using his throat muscles to milk Tripp’s shaft. Jude pressed the palms of his hands into Tripp’s thighs as he leaned forward, swallowing the entire damn thing down his throat.
Not many had done that.
As Jude's throat massaged his length, Tripp felt his cock tingled, aching for release, his balls drawn and tight. He pushed his cock to the back of Jude’s throat, waiting for Jude’s reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating and thrusting into him again.
 “Damn, baby, just like that.” He was so fucking close.
Tripp’s fingers trailed under Jude’s jaw and settled on his neck, feeling Jude’s throat muscles work as he sucked Tripp off. Jude began to smile around Tripp’s cock and then hummed, the vibrations making Tripp hiss.
“Jude,” Tripp moaned. His hips bucked, sending his thick cock further down Jude’s throat. Jude opened his mouth wider, accepting the girth as he let his tongue explore the length of Tripp’s shaft. He lapped at Tripp as though the man's cock were an especially tasty treat.
Jude moved further down, licking and kissing his way to the root of Tripp’s shaft and then back up to the tip. Tripp moaned as Jude swirled his tongue around Tripp’s cock before pressing the tip into the slit in the flared head of his shaft.
Tripp groaned and buried his hands in Jude's hair as the smaller man began to tongue him hard and fast. Jude’s mouth tormented him, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick.
Tripp held Jude's head as he felt his orgasm approach. His pumped his hips towards Jude's mouth, and pumping furiously. Jude sucked and swallowed until, with a loud grunt, Tripp's release flooded Jude’s welcoming mouth.

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