Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Never Say Never by Stormy Glenn

 
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 Ibenr√© 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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