NEVER SAY
NEVER
Aberdeen Pack 3
Rory dances because he has to. The visions he suffers
from weigh down his soul and dancing takes him away from all of that. But when
he meets Hercules, he finds another reason to dance.
Hercules is an elite enforcer, trained from a very early
age to be the best of the best. As large and as strong as he is, he’s very good
at what he does…until the day he finds a man that comes between him and his
duty.
Pulled into a conflict that started long before they even
met, Hercules and Rory need to discover a way to balance their duty to their
pack and their desire for each other. If they don’t they could lose not only the
people they care for but the chance to be mates.
STORY
EXCERPT
Rory’s laughter was low and amused as he gave voice to
the joyous feelings flowing through him. He let the soft music echoing around
the room fill his body, giving a sexy, sensual sway to his movements as he swung
his hips in a slow circle.
Each gesture was fluid and
flawless, as if Rory was born just to dance. He moved with comfort and ease as
if he were created with the ability to convey what he was feeling with each
movement of his body.
Rory loved to dance. The simple movements gave freedom to
the emotions that overwhelmed him so very often. Dancing usually allowed him to
move into his own mind where no other person existed and he could just enjoy
life and all it had to offer.
Currents of warm air brushed along his skin, making him
hyper aware of everything around him and this time, Rory knew he was being
watched. He just didn’t care. Iben, Djal, and Sissy had long ago gotten used to
Rory losing himself in music.
The others watching his body sway to and fro had never
witnessed it, and they seemed to be watching Rory with something close to shock.
Rory’s nerve ending began to come to life and he knew at least one of the men
watching him wanted him.
The lust in the air sizzled along his skin.
Rory titled his head slightly and peeked through the fall
of hair that fell over his face, searching for whoever was lusting after him. He
didn’t dance to draw other’s attention but every once in a while, it was nice to
know he had gotten it. Everyone liked to feel wanted and Rory was no different,
no matter how much he pretended otherwise.
He swept the room with an assessing glance. As he swung
his arms up into the air on a particularly thick note of music, Rory’s senses
narrowed in on a set of golden-amber eyes eating him up—Hercules.
Rory almost groaned with delight.
The massive man was one of three brothers that Iben had
hired for security after Julian was attacked and kidnapped by former member of
their pack. Rory was almost stunned by the amount of lust coming off of the man.
He had felt others desire him but never with this intense level of hunger.
It was almost too much.
Almost.
Rory knew he put a little extra sway into his movements,
a little more sensuality. He just couldn’t help it. He had been lusting after
Hercules since the moment he set eyes on the three gorgeous brothers.
Strains of the Rolling Stones’ song ‘Beast of Burden’
filled the air. Rory closed his eyes and moved to the slow sensuous beat. He
swung his hips back and forth, moving his hands up over his chest and throat
then up over his head as he imagined the words in the song coming to life before
him.
“…all I want is
for you to make love to me.”
That’s how Rory felt. He wanted someone to look past his
larger than life brother Beta Djal, his fiercely possessive—and sometimes
psychotic—sister Sitka, and his powerful best friend Alpha Ibenré Khenti, and see him, the real him.
Rory.
He loved Djal,
Sissy, and Iben with all of his heart but the three of them could do a lot of
damage to his love life, and did on a frequent basis. They were very protective,
and while that was wonderful, it was also stifling.
Rory had a very
hard time meeting men that interested him. He had an even harder time getting
alone time with them. One of his siblings or Iben were always butting in, trying
to find out if the guy Rory was interested in was good enough for
him.
Like he couldn’t
tell that himself.
Djal, Sissy, and
Iben were fully aware of what Rory could do with his mind, of the things he felt
and the things he could see. Rory had never really explained it to them because
he wasn’t exactly sure he knew himself, but they knew anyway.
Being able to
see things before they happened wasn’t exactly something Rory could hide from
them—even if he had gotten pretty damn good at hiding it from the rest of the
world. It wasn’t an ability he wanted to expose to the world, especially not the
wolf shifter world.
He preferred his
freedom, thank you very much.
He had seen what
happened to others with similar abilities and it wasn’t pretty. If they weren’t
hunted down and executed because they were considered freaks of nature—or
worse—they were scooped up by the Council of Elders and kept virtual prisoners
for the council’s personal use.
Neither option
sounded good to Rory so he kept his abilities quiet and pretty much pretended
that they didn’t exist except for dire situations when he felt Djal or Iben
needed to know something.
Rory wasn’t
positive Hercules was the right man for him but he sure wanted the chance to
find out. The air of danger that seemed to surround all three of the brothers
gave Rory pause but not enough to stop him from daydreaming about the handsome
man’s strong arms wrapping around him and giving him the pleasure he knew they
could.
Despite the
predatory nature so inherent in Hercules, Rory could see a sensuality just
waiting to be tapped into and he wanted to be the lucky man to tap into it.
Hell, he fantasized about it—nightly.
Hercules had a ruggedness and
unbending strength that attracted Rory on a soul deep level. He exuded
masculinity with his compelling golden-amber eyes, his firm features, and the
confident set of his wide shoulders.
His profile spoke of power and a
feral nature that would crush anything that threatened him or those he loved,
but he also had a stubborn set to his square jaw line, one that promised hours
of challenges for Rory’s wolf.
Rory’s inner wolf growled in
agreement, making Rory smile to himself. Apparently, they were in agreement
about their attraction to the large, sexy man.
They both wanted
Hercules.
ADULT
EXCERPT
Just as he reached his bedroom door,
Rory looked down. He swallowed hard when he found Hercules’s stormy eyes still
watching him. The man’s normally golden-amber eyes had darkened to a burnt
copper color, smoldering.
Rory felt frozen to the spot by the
desire in the man’s eyes. It took every bit of control he had to turn away and
walk into his room instead of just stand there and bask in the lust smoldering
in the handsome man’s eyes.
Rory loved the way that Hercules
looked at him, as if the man couldn’t breathe without watching Rory’s every
move. Rory just wished Hercules would act on the things he could see in the
wolf’s eyes.
He wanted more than just Hercules
eyes on him. Rory wanted to be touched, caressed. He wanted to feel the larger
wolf’s muscular body moving over the top of him while the sexy guy pounded into
him.
Rory
groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned back against the closed door.
Hercules radiated a vitality that drew Rory
like a magnet. He could
practically feel Hercules’s strong hands moving over his body, stroking his
aching flesh, touching every last inch of him, inside and
out.
Rory had seen Hercules naked on
several different occasions. He knew that the man was hung like a fucking horse.
And every damn time Rory saw the gorgeous wolf shifter, it was all he could do
not to drop to his knees and beg to feel that massive cock in his
ass.
Knowing his fantasies of the
mesmerizing soldier had about as much chance as he did at becoming alpha of his
own pack, Rory tried to dismiss his desires and pushed away from the door,
heading for his shower.
Rory’s rapid breathing began to
settle down to a more even beat as he turned on the shower and climbed into the
small travertine tiled cubicle. His body lost some of its insistent need to feel
Hercules’s body press up against his own as hot water cascaded down over his
hungry flesh.
Rory turned away from the spray and
leaned his head against the hard tiles, his palms flattening out on either side
of his head. Scorching hot water rained down on him from the shower head on the
opposite wall, loosening muscles Rory hadn’t even realized had been so
tense.
Rory jumped then jerked back when
the glass shower door suddenly opened. His eyes rounded when he realized
Hercules stood there, his golden-amber eyes roaming over every inch of Rory that
he could see.
“Hercules.”
Hercules stepped into the shower,
closing the door behind him. He didn’t say a word but his eyes spoke for him.
They were filled with worry and concern, a burning need to protect, and hunger,
so much hunger that it drove the air right out of Rory’s
lungs.
Hercules leaned in closer and sniffed at Rory’s neck. The
tip of sharp canines appeared through his lips. Rory gulped harshly as dark
golden-amber eyes devoured him like he was prey. He sniffed at Rory’s neck
before rubbing his face against Rory’s bare shoulder.
Rory’s wolf wanted to bare its belly and let the more
powerful wolf take a bite. Taking a deep breath, Rory tilted his head back,
exposing his throat. He shivered as he felt Hercules sniffing and pressing his
nose into the crease of his neck, licking and growling as he pressed closer.
Hercules nipped the skin of Rory's neck with his teeth
but never broke the skin. Rory cried out, pure pleasure flooding every nerve
ending in his body. His cock hardened to molten steel in a millisecond.
Hercules rubbed his thumb over the base of Rory's neck,
seemingly pleased with himself. Rory yelped as Hercules suddenly picked him up
and pinned him against the shower wall. Hercules reached down and grabbed Rory’s
ass.
Rory groaned when he felt a finger rim around his
asshole. A slight pressure applied, and then Hercules’s finger pushed into him.
He panted, wanting to feel more but needing a minute to adjust, then cried out a
moment later when Hercules added a second finger.
He felt so full, so wonderful.
And so fucking
achy.
“Herc, please,” Rory begged, needing more.
“Is this what you want?” Hercules asked.
Rory reached up and grabbed Hercules’s shoulders as he
felt the blunt head of the man’s cock pushing at his entrance. As he felt their
bodies come together for the first time, Rory could barely breathe for the sheer
bliss that flooded through his veins.
He reached for his lover, desperate to feel his skin
under his hands. Hercules caught his wrist and pinned it to the wall instead.
Shivers broke out all over Rory’s body when Hercules’s hand snaked down his arm
and then to his neck and over his scalp before grabbing a fistful of his hair
and giving a light tug.
Hercules rocked his hips, slowly at first, as if
determined to make sure Rory felt every single inch of the hard cock buried in
his ass, then faster, making Rory desperate for more friction, more speed, more
everything.
“Hercules!” Rory lifted his ass higher as he shouted out
his pleasure, riding Hercules’s cock hard and fast. He let his eyes drop closed,
all the better to savor every detail. Hercules was huge inside his ass. His
scent filled Rory’s lungs as his skin moved against Rory’s body.
Hercules gripped Rory’s ass tightly in his hands and
pounded into him. Rory’s head fell back against the shower wall and loud groans
filled the enclosed space. Rory wasn’t sure if they came from him or from
Hercules, and he didn’t really care. The pleasure the man was giving him was
beyond anything he had ever experienced.
He never wanted it to end.
Rory wrapped his legs around Hercules’s waist. It changed
the angle of Hercules thrusts, the man’s cock hitting Rory’s sweet spot every
time. Rory went crazy, crying out as his cock erupted, ropes of cum splashing up
between the two of them. His balls drew so tightly up to his body as they
emptied that Rory thought they would stay that way permanently.
That seemed to be all Hercules was waiting for. He
groaned and shoved his cock deep into Rory’s ass. He stiffened and his cock
pulsed out his release, flooding Rory’s ass. Rory
was in awe of the pleasure clearly displayed on Hercules’s face. He couldn’t
look away. He doubted there was another soul on the earth that was as sexy as
this man while aroused.
“Hercules,” Rory murmured. The connection between them
jolted him to the core of his being. He’d heard of shifters who bonded together
on a deeper level but he never thought he’d be one of them.
Gasping for breath, he laid his head on Hercules’s chest,
shivering as the man pulled out of him and slowly lowered his legs to the floor.
Hercules was perfect for him. He was strong and fierce, but gentle and loving.
He was everything Rory could have even dreamed of in a mate and
more.
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