WHATEVER HE
DESIRES
Tribal Bonds 4
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Drew Hamilton didn’t know why his lover suddenly left
him. He just knew that he left. And Drew’s heart had been slowly dying ever
since. When he attends a party with his roommate, he never expects to find his
ex-lover, or discover the world Garret had been hiding from him from the moment
they met.
Garret LaGaffe never wanted to
leave Drew but he felt he had no other choice when he was ordered home by his
Electus. Drew is human and bringing him back to a vampire tribe could endanger
Drew more than Garret was willing to allow. Giving Drew up was a better
choice…or so Garret believed until Drew showed up at a party hosted by his
tribe.
Misunderstandings and hard decisions add to an already
dangerous situation as Garret tries to find a way to have Drew in his life
without putting the man in danger. When all of his effort results in the very
thing he was working so hard to avoid, can Garret put aside his fear long enough
to rescue his anamchara or will he lose Drew to his fears?
STORY EXCERPT
“Dance with me.”
The soft, sultry words danced over Drew’s skin like
fireflies in moonlight. He leaned back against his lover, the man’s hard muscles
rigid and firm against his back as he swayed gently to music only they could
hear.
He felt uneven breathing on his cheek, a hardness
pressing against his ass as his lover held him close. Drew closed his eyes and
savored the feeling of the arms holding him close, the man that owned him heart
and soul.
A thick arm wrapped around him, offering him the comfort
of his lover’s body. A hand brushed through Drew’s silky
strands as his temple was kissed, words of tenderness and affection murmured
against his skin.
Drew’s skin tingled where his lover touched him, drawing
a deep moan of pleasure from him. He was addicted to his lover’s touch, his
thick, muscular frame and wide shoulders, the way his
powerful well-muscled body moved with such easy grace. He had a ruggedness and
vital power that attracted Drew from the very instant their eyes met over a
crowded bar. It hadn’t abated in all the time they knew each
other.
A hand roughened and callused from hard work gently
gripped Drew’s chin, tilting his head back until firm lips could cover his. The
brush of lips on Drew’s mouth and the longing in his body set him aflame.
The hands gently
caressing his body were beautiful, long-fingered, and strong. They gave Drew a
sense of protection from the outside world, and yet they brought him so much
pleasure that he reeled every time he felt their sweet touch. He was a beautiful, strong,
powerful man, and he wanted Drew.
He towered over other men by several inches, easily
spotted in any crowd. He carried himself with a commanding
air of self-confidence that drew the eye of everyone around him. Men and women
vied for his attention.
And yet, he picked Drew.
Drew would never understand how he ended up being chosen
by the handsome, virile man behind him, but he would forever be grateful. He had
never been happier than he had in the months since he met his
lover.
Time had stood still. It was like the world around them
stopped moving just to stare at the lovers. They moved together in perfect
harmony, each man knowing what would please the other and wanting nothing more
than their complete happiness.
It was pure bliss, a dream that Drew never wanted to wake
from.
“The phone, Drew.”
Drew laughed as he pressed further back against his
lover. He had no intention of bursting his euphoric bubble by answering the damn
phone. “Let it ring,” he murmured as he turned his head and pressed his lips
against his lover’s salty skin. “The answering machine will get
it.”
“The phone, Drew!”
Drew frowned at the more aggressive tone. It wasn’t like
his lover to use that deep, assertive tone with him. He was always gentle when
speaking to Drew.
“Damn it, Andrew! Answer the freaking
phone!”
Drew’s pleasure-filled haze was shattered as he opened
his eyes and realized he stood in his kitchen all alone, no lover wrapped around
him, touching him, caressing him…loving him.
He stumbled in his haste to grab onto the kitchen counter
before he collapsed to the floor, the memories of what he had had and what he
had lost drawing every last bit of strength from his body. He leaned against the
counter, burying his face in his hands, his despair so heavy it almost pulled
him under into the abyss.
“Fuck, Drew. Is there some damn reason you couldn’t
answer the phone?” Sam asked as he stomped into the kitchen and grabbed the
phone of the hook, one hand holding his pants up. “A guy can’t even take a piss
around here without the damn thing ringing off the hook.”
Drew blinked, his emotions still chaotic and
muddled.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Hello?”
Needing to feel numb again, Drew scrambled to open the
cupboard above the stove and grab the bottle of whiskey he kept there. He
started to twist the lid off of the bottle when Sam reached over and snagged it
right out of his hands.
“Hey!”
“Yes, that will be fine,” Sam said into the phone as he
rolled his eyes and poured the alcohol down the sink. “We’ll see you at eight
then. Good-bye.” Sam hung up the phone and tossed the empty liquor bottle into
the trash at the same time, and then he turned to glare at Drew. “You do not
need to get drunk—again.”
“Sam—”
“No!” Sam held up his hand, stopping Drew, his eyes
narrowed in anger. “I’ve seen you drunk enough in the last few months to last me
a lifetime. It’s going to stop, Drew.”
“Sam—”
Again, Sam held up his hand. “No, Drew. It stops
now.”
Drew’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t intend to get drunk. I
just—” He shrugged because he really didn’t have words to explain why he had
been drinking so much. It wasn’t as if he wanted to become an alcoholic.
There were just times when the memories became too much
and he needed to get away from them…or move closer to them. He was never quite
sure what would happen when he started drinking. Either he would forget his
lover ever existed or drown in memories of him.
Both tore at Drew’s soul.
ADULT EXCERPT
The soft brushing of Garret’s fingers against his
collarbone made Drew’s breath quicken with need.His
resistance to Garret was paper thin. When Garret’s fingers trailed up the soft
curve of his neck until the he could cup Drew’s jaw and tilt his head, Drew
didn’t even try to stop him. He just leaned his head back until it rested on
Garret’s shoulder as they started swaying back and forth, dancing without moving
a single step. They had done this often when they lived
together.
Drew missed it.
“I missed you, chara.” Garret’s voice rumbled in
Drew’s ear, sending a shockwave of lust radiating throughout his body. “I’ve
been so cold, Drew. I haven’t been warm since I last held you in my
arms.”
Drew almost smiled at Garret’s admission. The man had
always run a little on the cold side. When they live together, Garret would wrap
himself around Drew like a blanket every night when they went to bed. Drew woke
more than once feeling like he had been caught by an octopus.
He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Garret
left.
Before Drew could form an answer, Garret’s lips slammed
down over his. Drew groaned when Garret ran his tongue quickly across his lips
before diving into his mouth, kissing him for all he was worth.
It was a kiss of possession, pure and simple. And it was
filled with so much need that Drew wondered if he had lost his mind somewhere
along the way. If Garret wanted him this damn much, why had the man left? The
hunger in the kiss alone was eating Drew alive and pulling him under into a
raging sea of raw desire.
Drew’s hands clutched at Garret’s shoulders as he
explored the depths of his mouth, running his tongue along the seam of Drew’s
lips. He placed his hands on Garret’s chest, once again ready to push the man
away…until Garret’s tongue swept inside Drew’s mouth.
He curled his fingers into Garret’s shirt, pulling the
man closer, hitching one leg onto Garret’s side, wanting—no needing—him closer.
Garret slammed his hands on either side of Drew’s head, pinning him to the wall.
Drew shivered, burrowing into the heat of the man’s big
body. He should be telling Garret to fuck off. He should be telling Garret that
he waited too long to come back, that he never should have left in the first
place. Drew should be telling Garret a whole lot of things, but all he could say
was, “Please.”
God, he was such a fucking mess.
“Do you want to get fucked, chara?”
A low and undistinguished sound left Drew’s lips.
Garret ran his fingers through Drew’s hair and then
yanked the strands back, exposing Drew’s neck and sending shock waves through
his body. The look in Garret’s eyes told Drew who was the predator and who was
prey.
Drew swallowed hard.
Garret chuckled dark and low.
Drew knew he was in deep trouble.
When Garret stepped back, Drew bolted, running down the
hallway toward his bedroom. As much as he wanted this, he wasn’t going to put on
a show for his roommate. He heard a deep and sinister chuckle before the sound
of heavy footfalls pounded behind him.
Drew made the mistake of looking over his
shoulder.
Garret was bearing down on him.
With a shout, Drew picked up speed and headed straight
into his bedroom, trying his damnedest to slam the door closed. Garret
apparently wasn’t having that. He barreled into the bedroom, caught Drew around
the waist, and lifted him off his feet. Drew went sailing through the air,
landing on the bed with a large bounce.
Garret took a step back from the bed, damn near ripping
his clothes from his body. All Drew could do was watch in pure fascination as
all that tanned flesh was revealed to him.
“You have two choices, Drew. Willingly get undressed or
have your clothes shredded.” The look in Garret’s eyes said he wasn’t
joking.
Drew was so fucking turned on a wet spot appeared in the
front of his pants. Garret inhaled deeply as if he could smell the drops of
pre-cum dripping from Drew’s cock. His eyes drifted down Drew’s body, landing on
the wet spot. Drew yelped a moment later when Garret grabbed him, flipped him
over, and proceeded to tear his clothes from his body.
“Roll over onto your back, chara,” Garret
commanded.
Drew twisted around and lay back on the mattress,
scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at
the knowledge that Garret was going to fuck him. He lay on his back and spread
his legs wide, inviting the larger man to have his wicked way with
him.
“Very nice, chara.”
Drew thrilled at the praise. He fisted the sheets as
Garret crawled onto the bed, smoothing his hands over Drew’s legs. He was dying
to move, to wiggle around and beg Garret to fuck him already, but he bit back
his urges.
His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as
Garret’s fingertips played over his skin, slowly making their way toward his
hardened shaft. Drew almost whined at the slow pace.
“Has there been anyone else, chara?” The words were
murmured against his skin, Garret’s lips ghosting over his throat and to whisper
in his ear. “Has anyone touched you?”
Drew wanted to say yes, to make Garret hurt as much as he
had when the man left, but he couldn’t. The aching need in Garret’s voice begged
for Drew to tell the truth, and the truth was Drew couldn’t stand the idea of
anyone except Garret touching him. It made his skin crawl just thinking about
being intimate with someone else.
“No,” Drew whispered then sucked in his bottom lip and
bit down on it to keep from making another admission—that he didn’t want anyone
but Garret.
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