A MOMENT IN TIME
Aberdeen Pack
5
When Apollo Roman woke to a
gorgeous man cooking breakfast in his kitchen, the thought that the two were
mates was the farthest thing from his mind. The only he was thinking about was
being claimed by the bear of man, especially when Grayson spreads him out like
the guy's own personal buffet. But happiness comes with a price. Apollo learns
this when Grayson disappears soon afterward.
Grayson Sanchez snuck into
Aberdeen Valley so he could speak to Alpha Khenti and convince the man to give
him and his surviving pack sanctuary. What started as a scouting mission soon
turns into a fantasy come true when Grayson not only finds the man of his
dreams, but claims him.
But in order to keep his
dream, Grayson will have to fight an unknown enemy, defy the council, and commit
to something bigger than he ever imagined. And even then, there is no guarantee
that the two will have anything more than a moment in time.
STORY EXCERPT
Bacon.
He smelled bacon. Apollo
lifted his nose into the air and inhaled deeply. Yep, it was definitely bacon.
He loved
bacon.
Apollo popped an eye opened
and lifted his head, glancing around the room, slowly opening the other one.
Yep, he was still in his room. He recognized the dark blue curtains hanging over
the windows, the blonde wood dresser situated between two windows across the
room. He even identified the pile of clothes on the floor as
his.
He just didn’t understand
why he was smelling bacon.
Since Adam had moved away
and Simon had gone to live in the alpha house, and Warren and Hank were on a
mission, the house should have been empty. There should be no bacon scent, not
matter how mouth watering it smelled.
Apollo groaned as he slid
his legs over the side of the bed.
He ached, and in some very
interesting places.
Apollo paused for a moment
on the side of the bed and tried to remember what in the hell he had done the
night before. He vaguely remembered attending a celebration for his brother Ares
and his new mate Simon. Ares wanted everyone to know he had mated Simon and had
thrown a huge party down by the lake.
Since he was not on duty,
he was able to enjoy himself. Apollo had enjoyed the festivities probably a
little more than he should have. He had been recovering from an injury caused
when Simon had been attacked. He was almost healed and ready to go back into
rotation guarding pack lands.
Apollo reached down and
rubbed his hand over the small scar on his thigh. Wolf shifters didn’t usually
scar. He had. He wasn’t thrilled with that as everyone could see his scar every
time he shifted in front of them. But it was what it was and he had earned that
scar saving a member of his pack.
That was something, at
least.
Apollo grabbed his jeans
off the floor and pulled them up his legs, buttoning the first couple of buttons
before standing and making his way to the bathroom. He quickly took care of
business then washed his hands and face.
Apollo scratched his chest
absently as he headed downstairs. Maybe one of the other pack members had
crashed at his place last night. Apollo had to admit that he had indulged just a
little too much at the party. He was just lucky his head didn’t feel like it was
going to explode.
In fact, he felt pretty
damn good. Apollo felt better than he had in a long time, more energetic,
stronger, and steadier on his feet. He felt better than he had before he had
been injured.
Another mystery to
solve.
Apollo rounded the corner
at the bottom of the stairs and skidded to a halt, his mind shattering into a
million different directions as he took in the most gorgeous figure of a man he
had ever seen in his life.
There
was a tingling in the pit of his stomach. He trembled in equal parts fear and
yearning an electric jolt go right to his core. His mouth went dry when the man
bent down to pull the oven door open and the thin black shorts he wore stretched
across his tight muscular ass cheeks.
Apollo bit his lip to keep his anxious whine locked
away. He didn’t even know who this stranger was. He shouldn’t be picturing the
gorgeous Adonis stretched out on his bed, naked from the hair
down.
That thought barely crossed
Apollo’s mind before another followed. His dick stiffened in his pants as he wondered what it
would be like to run his fingers through the man’s dark thick shoulder length
hair, to grip it in his fists while he held him firmly and kissed him, hard and
deep.
He
watched the man for several long moments, devouring him with his eyes before
hanging his head trying to reign in his emotions. He was lusting after some
stranger standing in his kitchen in tight black boxer briefs. He had to be out
of his ever loving mind.
Carried away by his response, he failed to notice that
the man had turned and even now stared at him, until his throat cleared. He gave
Apollo a smile laced with so much sensuality that it set his pulse
racing.
“Good
morning, mi amor.”
Apollo sucked in a breath at the deep rich whiskey voice
that slid across him like a caress. This man could make millions on phone sex
alone. Apollo shook his head to clear away the overwhelming lust that had taken
a hold of him.
“Uh,
hello.”
His
smoky blue eyes assessed Apollo, the man walking closer. Apollo gulped at the barely controlled power that was
coiled in the muscular body in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time
he had encountered a shifter that emitted so much dominance. He had an insane urge
to tilt his head in submission to the stronger wolf.
He
was ready to do just that when the man stopped right in front of him and Apollo
realized he had to tilt his head back quite a ways to look up into the man’s
serenely compelling eyes.
“Did
you sleep well?”
“I
think so.” He couldn’t remember.
“I
made you breakfast.” The wide grin that spread across the man’s mouth announced
his joy in such a simple gesture.
“Thank you?”
Apollo’s entire demeanor froze when he found himself
suddenly lifted up and sat on the counter like he weighed less than a feather.
Mr. Sexy stepped between Apollo’s thighs, pressing up against him. Even sitting
on the counter, the man was still taller than him. He was probably taller than
anyone Apollo knew, even Djal.
“It
was hard to leave your bed, mi amor.”
Bed?
Apollo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Who—” If the man was
talking about leaving his bed, and adding in the delightful aches Apollo was
feeling, then it was a pretty good bet that they had spent the night
together.
Hot damn.
ADULT EXCERPT
Grayson captured Apollo’s lips in that very moment,
stealing all thoughts from Apollo’s head just as he stole the breath from his
lungs. The kiss was brutal, crushing, and Apollo could taste the metallic flavor
of blood in his mouth.
After his initial shock,
Apollo responded to the kiss with hunger. He groaned into
the kiss as Grayson scent filled his lungs. His
body tightened involuntarily, every
bone and
muscle in him reaching for Grayson
mouth, the hot
draw of his
lips, the moist wash
of his tongue.
Eagerly, Apollo's tongue
mated with Grayson's, his body arching as he tried
to get closer. Grayson arms went around Apollo, blunt nails scraping along his
arms as Apollo twisted closer. A hunger unlike anything he'd ever experienced
shook his very foundation.
Apollo stared into
Grayson's eyes and felt the shock clear to the soles of his feet as his tongue
continued to lick at Grayson's lips. The man was looking at Apollo with nothing
short of worship in his eyes.
“I
need to have you,” Grayson whispered in his ear, his voice husky and growly.
“Tell me I can have you again, mi amor.”
As
gorgeous and delicious as this man was, Apollo wished he could remember the
first time. "Yes."
An
animalistic sound rumbled in Grayson’s throat.
He
lay back on the counter and let Grayson have his way. Grayson began to work on
Apollo’s pants, ripping them down Apollo’s legs. His movements were wild,
unforgiving, and dared Apollo to interfere, to stop
him.
Apollo didn’t do a damn thing but
watch.
He
whimpered when he felt a large, smooth, hand slide up his chest until Grayson’s
hand was loosely wrapped around Apollo’s throat. He should be terrified that he
had a huge shifter hovering over him with sharp canines gleaming in the low
light and a hand wrapped around his throat, but oddly enough, Apollo wasn’t.
It
was turning him on big-time instead.
Grayson’s eyes gleamed like
glassy, volcanic rock as he looked down at Apollo. His tongue peeked out,
sliding across his bottom lip as his fingers tightened around Apollo’s erection.
Apollo groaned, and then his head fell back onto his shoulders as Grayson’s fingers ran up and down his length.
“Feel
how your body responds to my scent, my touch,” Grayson said in a rough tone that
rode roughshod over Apollo’s skin. Grayson’s deep husky voice was branding him,
making his own claim—again—and Apollo was so turned on that he was about to
explode. “Mine
alone.”
“Yes.”
Apollo moaned the word as he reached down and opened his jeans. He lifted his
head to see Grayson drop down to his knees in front
of him.
“You were made for
me.”
Apollo gasped when Grayson leaned forward and deep throated him. He nearly
tumbled off the counter, caught off guard by Grayson’s ability to even do
something like that. Apollo was no slough in the size department. Not many men
could take all of his length.
“Damn, baby,” Apollo
groaned, his hands sliding through Grayson’s hair,
holding on as he shuddered and savored every second of what the man was doing to
his cock.
Grayson
pulled back and licked and sucked with genuine enjoyment, making the sloppiest
sounds imaginable, hot sexy sounds that drove Apollo insane. When Grayson looked up at him from under his thick, black
lashes, all Apollo was able to do was gape at him in
amazement.
The man was so goddamn
beautiful kneeling in front of him with Apollo’s cock in his mouth.
“Shit!” Apollo shouted when
Grayson began to hum around his dick. The
vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Grayson’s tongue flickered over
the very tip of Apollo’s cock, sucking in the clear liquid as his lips created a
vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.
Apollo was going to die a
very happy man right now.
Grayson
murmured Apollo’s name around his cock, sending Apollo into a wild craze. He
began to fuck Grayson’s mouth in earnest, feeling
the head of his prick sliding down Grayson’s throat over and over again. His
thigh muscles quivered, his legs threatening to give out as his balls drew so
tight to Apollo’s body that they actually hurt.
Apollo shouted as his back
arched, his cock lodging in Grayson’s throat as hot
jets of seed were ripped from his balls. White lights exploded behind his
eyelids, making him dizzy as hell. His head was throbbing as he settled his body
back down.
Apollo was gasping for air,
pulling his cock free and praying he wouldn’t fall off the counter. Grayson’s
strong hands held him in place as the man stood and leaned down to rest his head
in the middle of Apollo’s stomach.
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