The Ride a Cowboy Anthology
(MMM, MM)
COWBOY FOREVER by
Lynn Hagen [Erotic Alternative Paranormal Cowboy
Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA] Simon had his heart
ripped out by a man he'd fallen in love with. But when he finds out that his
ex-lover is nothing more than a piece of dirt, Simon decides to swear off
men…for a little while, at least. That plan is put to the test when he runs into
Mason and Jeremiah.
PAPA BEAR'S PUP by
Stormy Glenn [Erotic Alternative Paranormal
Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, werewolves, HEA] When being on the road so
much takes its toll on him, Papa Bear heads to the woods to let his bear roam
free. Finding a wounded man was never part of Papa Bear’s plan, but he can’t
turn away, not when he suspects the little wolf might be his
mate.
FINDING CONN'S HAPPINESS by
Bellann Summer [Erotic Alternative Paranormal
Cowboy Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, werewolves, HEA] Leaving the local
hangout after a much-needed drink, tiger shifter Conn Caspian senses the bloody
man stumbling down the street is his mate. Taking him back to his ranch, Conn is
delighted with his murmuring little wolf. But danger is coming and the big bad
tiger’s on the prowl.
THAT DEEP, RUMBLING PURR by
Marcy Jacks [Erotic Alternative Paranormal Cowboy
Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA] Mateo Colt found a rare golden tiger
shifter in a poacher's trap. He frees the shifter and brings him home to his
ranch, but when the tiger awakens, Ty is so delectable that Mateo can't keep his
hands to himself. Even though the tiger could kill him if he loses control of
his wilder side.
COWBOY
FOREVER
STORY
EXCERPT
Jeremiah Cretan drove his
motorcycle into the parking space in front of the post office. He grabbed the
mail from his saddlebag and tucked it under his arm before heading inside.
Normally he just shoved the envelopes into the mailbox and tossed the little red
flag up.
But Jeremiah felt like
getting out of the house. There was plenty to get done at home, but there was
nothing like the feeling of riding on the open road. Everyone needed to let work
go once in a while and enjoy the day.
After taking his mail into
the post office, Jeremiah decided to head down to the drugstore. Since he was in
town, he might as well get some of the things he needed. He might even stop at
the local diner and have some lunch.
He gazed into the store
windows as he passed them by and briefly considered getting some flowers to
liven up his kitchen, but kept walking. He’d probably kill them anyway. Jeremiah
had a black thumb. He was no good with any kind of plant or flower. He’d once
tried to put in a flower bed around his porch, but nothing had ever grown.
Correction, the weeds had flourished.
As he passed the hair
salon, Jeremiah slowed his pace. He gazed through the large plate glass window
at the sexiest man he had ever seen. Jeremiah’s heart began to beat faster as he
stopped and stared. He would say that the guy was of average height, but there
was nothing average about this man.
Absolutely
nothing.
His mocha-brown hair was
short and spiky on the top and shaved at the sides. His nose was aquiline and
his chin was stubborn. From what Jeremiah could see under the shirtsleeve, the
stranger had a body to die for. He wasn’t thick with muscles like Jeremiah, but
cut nicely just the same.
He found himself walking
backward until he was standing in the open doorway and staring into the shop
like a lost tourist. His bear growled for Jeremiah to walk inside.
So he did.
“Can I help you?” A woman
with short, crimson red hair asked. Her smile was polite but Jeremiah only had
eyes for the stranger who was currently tin foiling some woman’s
hair.
“I need a haircut,”
Jeremiah said. His wavy brown strands reached his neck and Jeremiah liked the
length of his hair. After eight years of having a buzz cut in the navy, Jeremiah
had sworn never to have his hair that short again. Trimming it up would be fine
though.
“I can take you
over—”
“No.” Jeremiah shook his
head, cutting the woman off. “I want him to cut my hair.” He pointed at the
stranger.
“Simon might be a minute,”
she replied as she popped the gum in her mouth and gave Jeremiah the once over.
He nodded at her and
wondered what was going on behind those brown eyes. She was gazing at him as if
he were a suspect in a lineup. “That’s fine.”
The woman turned and said
to Simon, “I have another customer for you.”
Jeremiah held his breath
as Simon turned his head. Those eyes. They were intense and piercing and as blue
as the sky. The man’s eyebrows arched at each end and it was the sexiest look
he’d ever seen. Simon gave Jeremiah that same once over look and then
nodded.
“Just have a seat,” he
said to Jeremiah. “I shouldn’t be much longer.”
Jeremiah nearly fell over
the coffee table as he backed up. The woman’s eyes widened slightly, as if
expecting Jeremiah to take the shelf of hair products down with him. Jeremiah
caught himself and then moved to the cushioned chair by the window.
He glanced at the
magazines scattered on the table but was uninterested in reading about hair
styles and colors. He’d much rather focus his attention on Simon.
“He’s single,” The woman
behind the reception desk said before she winked at Jeremiah. He had no idea why
she was telling him this. But it was good to know.
ADULT
EXCERPT
Fingers slid over Simon’s
ass, spreading the cool essence of lubrication while parting the delicate,
sensitive muscles of Simon’s anus. He had wrapped his legs around Jeremiah and
Jeremiah’s hands were carding through Simon’s hair. Who had their fingers at his
ass? Simon stiffened and began to pull away but Jeremiah refused to let him
go.
“Don’t panic,” Mason
whispered. “Just feel. You don’t have to control yourself,” he whispered
seductively. “You don’t have to do anything or pretend to be something or
someone you’re not. Just be yourself. A creature of pleasure, an exquisite form
of sexuality, that’s all you have to be. No demands, no expectations. And no
reprisals. None, baby.”
He had heard someone come
in. The thought was finally registering. It had been Mason. The man must have
taken one look at Simon and Jeremiah and decided to join them. Simon closed his
eyes as he buried his face into Jeremiah’s neck, holding on as Mason slipped his
fingers inside. Simon arched his back again, this time moaning out the pleasure
that bathed him.
“Feels good,” Jeremiah
said. “Doesn’t it?”
Simon nodded before he
began to lick his way over Jeremiah’s neck. He rocked back onto Mason’s fingers
and then Jeremiah turned sideways, keeping Simon at his chest as Mason slid into
the bed. He had a hard wall of muscle in front and behind him. Simon was pressed
between the two. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but he didn’t stop
either man and didn’t try to run.
“Getting started without
me,” Mason said as he scissored his fingers, making Simon feel as if he was one
raw nerve.
“Getting him warmed up for
you,” Jeremiah said.
Simon gasped and then
groaned as Mason leaned over Simon and began to kiss Jeremiah. There was nothing
gentle in it either. It was beautiful but reminded Simon of two Titans clashing.
And he could feel just how naked Mason was behind him. The man’s erection was
sliding over Simon’s back and Simon was dying to take a look.
Jeremiah pulled Simon’s
leg over his beefy thigh, spreading him wide for Mason. Simon ground his cock
into Jeremiah’s stomach, his need growing higher. He nearly yelped when he was
pulled away and turned onto his back. Simon’s gaze flickered between the two men
who were staring salaciously at him. Simon wasn’t sure what to do with two men.
He knew what to do with one. But two mountainous men? Fortunately, he didn’t
have to decide. Mason rolled between Simon’s legs and began to nibble his way
down Simon’s chest as thrust his fingers in and out of Simon’s ass.
Good, god. He was going to
die of overstimulation. Jeremiah leaned over and began to lick at Simon’s
nipple, sucking it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. Simon
arched into Jeremiah as he hitched his hips for Mason. Mason racked his teeth
gently down Simon until he was kissing Simon on his hip and working his way
toward Simon’s hard cock.
“I’m going to eat you
alive,” Mason said right before he took Simon into his mouth. Simon arched his
back and cried out as pulses of pleasure wrapped around his groin and shot
outward to every inch of his body. It didn’t feel like blood was rushing through
his veins, but a thick and sweet aphrodisiac.
He wasn’t sure where to
put his hands. Simon was lost in what both men were doing to him. He carded on
through Jeremiah’s and used the other to grip the strands of Mason’s hair. He
thrashed his head back and forth as he lifted his legs and planted his feet on
Mason’s back.
He was losing his fucking
mind.
Jeremiah pulled back and
then slid from the bed. Simon watched the man undress as Mason worked his cock
in and out of the man’s mouth, licking and sucking until Simon was ready to
explode. He thought Jeremiah would get back on the bed where he had been
kneeling, but instead, he moved in behind Mason. Simon’s eyes widened when
Jeremiah bent down and his head disappeared and in the next second, Mason was
moaning around Simon’s cock. Holy fuck! Simon wanted to see what Jeremiah was
doing, but couldn’t bring himself to pull his cock from Mason’s
mouth.
This was the hottest and
most erotic thing Simon had ever participated in and seen. He wanted to see
more.
PAPA BEAR'S
PUP
STORY
EXCERPT
“Are you sure you can’t
stay?”
Bartholomew Matthews
smiled sadly as he pressed his brother’s hand to his cheek. “Are you sure you
can’t come?”
Aisely’s smile was just as
sad and tear filled as his own. “My life is here, Bug,” Aisely murmured. “I have
to stay. But I’ll miss you.”
Bug nodded. He knew that
was going to be his brother’s answer before he even asked the question, but he
had to ask. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
“Do you know where you’re
going to go?” Aisely asked.
“It’s better that you
don’t know.” The truth couldn’t be beaten out of him then.
“Call me when you get
settled?”
“I’ll try.” But they both
knew he wouldn’t. Any type of contact between them could be detrimental to their
health, and maybe their lives. With one last squeeze of his brother’s hand, Bug
grabbed his backpack and then stood. “Remember to keep yourself
safe.”
Aisely stood as well, his
fingers brushing Bug’s cheek, moving to the edge of the bruises on the side of
his swollen face. “Remember to keep an eye on these. Get some ice on them as
soon as you can. It will help with the swelling.”
Bug pulled his long
chestnut curls down over his cheek, hoping to hide the bruises. It was bad
enough that he had had his ass handed to him. He didn’t need his brother
bringing his shame into the light.
With a pang, Bug realized
that this might be the last time he ever saw his brother. He wasn’t going to
suddenly start liking girls and his father wasn’t going to suddenly accept him.
Randal Matthews would rather see him dead than admit one of his sons was
gay.
“Be happy and stay safe,”
Bug said before he turned and walked away before he could talk himself out of
leaving.
Going out into the world
alone was almost as scary as staying behind with his psychotic father. Both were
dangerous. Bug wasn’t sure which one was riskier. Being turned over to the
enforcers was as close to death as Bug ever wanted to get. Being deemed a rogue
wolf was nearly as bad. If another wolf pack got wind of his scent, his life
wouldn’t be worth a plug nickel.
The moment he stepped into
the woods, Bug took off running. The faster he got out of his father’s
territory, the better. The moment he set foot outside his father’s territory
without his permission, he was rogue, and that meant he was free game for anyone
with a grudge or a little anger to burn off. No one could protest because he
would be a rogue wolf. Any pack anywhere could do whatever they wanted to him.
He wouldn’t put it past
his father to contact other packs and warn them that his son had gone rogue, to
kill him on sight. Randal Matthews would do just about anything to prevent
people from learning he had given life to a son that liked to take it up the
butt.
Bug had quite a few miles
to cover before he was out of his father’s territory. He knew if he didn’t
hurry, he would never make it. It was a good bet that someone would check his
room at some point and discover that he had escaped. If it wasn’t for his
ability to heal quickly, he would still be in bed moaning in pain.
Bug breathed in shallow
gasps as he ran. There was nothing he could do about his footsteps but he could
control his breathing as best as possible.
He wished he could shift.
He would get so much farther on four legs than two. But his scent was stronger
in his wolf form. He’d be pinpointed in a manner of moments. In his human form,
he had a chance, as slim as it was.
A cold knot formed in
Bug’s stomach when a very distinguishable howl ripped through the night air.
They had discovered that he was gone. Fear made him reckless. He tore off
through the woods as fast as his feet would carry him.
It wasn’t long before he
heard people—or wolves—crashing through the woods behind him. They were gaining
on him but they weren’t catching him. It was almost as if they were playing with
him, enjoying his fear.
They probably
were.
Bug ran faster, his short
legs making his flight for freedom almost a joke. He knew he was merely avoiding
the inevitable. He knew he would be caught. It was just a matter of time. Still,
he couldn’t give up. What waited for him if he got caught was worse than the
beating that had sent him running in the first place.
Bug ran until his legs
ached and then he ran some more. The darkness slowly turned to light. It allowed
Bug to see better but it also allowed those chasing him to see him better. And
then the trees thinned, giving way to open fields and flatland for as far as the
eye could see.
Bug glanced over his
shoulder at one point and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the men chasing
him were playing a game. There were three of them, enforcers for Randal
Matthews. They were the meanest of all the enforcers, malicious and cruel,
deriving pleasure from listening to others scream.
They fanned out behind
Bug, watching him, following him. They never got to close but didn’t fall behind
either. This went on for hours, miles, until Bug realized they were close to the
border of Randal Matthews’s territory, and then he knew. They were waiting until
he stepped over the boundary between his father’s territory and the pack next to
them. He would be free game the moment that happened.
Bug wasn’t sure why his
father wanted them to wait. He knew they weren’t just following him to make sure
he left his father’s territory. They were going to wait until he entered the
territory belonging to his father’s rival and then attack, blame it on them.
Bug almost laughed as he
acknowledged he had probably played right into his father’s hands when he
decided to run. Not only was Randal Matthews getting rid of his gay son before
anyone discovered his perversity, but he was giving his father ammunition to
bring sanctions against the neighboring pack, and possibly gain some of their
land.
Yay him.
ADULT
EXCERPT
“I was afraid that was all
in my imagination.” ‘Cause damn, god had certainly known what he was doing when
he made this man. Papa Bear was perfect.
“No, pup.” A smiled played
across Papa Bear’s lips as he brushed a curl back from Bug’s cheek. “It’s not
your imagination.”
“Are you sure?” Bug
wasn’t.
Papa Bear chuckled. “Yes,
Bug, I’m sure.”
Papa Bear captured his
lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from Bug’s head just as he stole
the breath from Bug’s lungs. He groaned into the kiss as Papa Bear’s scent
filled every pore in his body. The kiss was gentle but consuming. Bug was going
up in flames. He knew he could quickly become addicted to kissing the man all
day, every day.
An animalistic sound
rumbled in Papa Bear’s throat. Papa Bear was branding Bug, making his claim. His
movements were wild, unforgiving, and dared Bug to interfere, to stop him. “Let
me claim you, mate,” Papa Bear whispered against Bug’s lips as his tongue traced
along Bug’s bottom lip, making his entire body shiver with need.
“Yes.” It was that easy.
Bug wiggled under Papa Bear, wanting to get closer. He was desperate to feel the
man’s large, thick cock in his ass. The man was a bronzed god.
Bug wanted to lick every
inch of the man’s body. Bug leaned forward, placed his hands on well-sculpted
thighs, and took Papa Bear’s cock into his mouth.
“Son of a bitch!” Papa
Bear shouted, his thighs shaking.
Bug worked the thick cock,
licking and humming the whole time. He felt two large, beefy hands sliding
through his curls as he lapped up the pre-cum spilling onto his
tongue.
“That’s it, pup. Suck my
cock. Take it all in,” Papa Bear crooned as his fingers continued to skim
through Bug’s hair. “You can do it, baby. Just relax your throat.”
Bug stopped himself from
gagging and then did as Papa Bear asked. Bug found the man’s shaft daunting. Not
only was Travis thick as hell, the man had to be at least eight inches
long.
“Slow, pup.” Papa Bear
hissed as Bug took in another inch. He could feel the head slipping further down
his throat. His lips were stretched wide, but Bug was determined to take all of
the hardened cock.
“Oh, god,” Papa Bear said
as his legs shook harder. “That’s it, pup…that’s…it.”
Taking in a deep breath
through his nose, Bug pushed forward, feeling Papa Bear’s erection slide all the
way in until the wiry hairs at Papa Bear’s groin tickled his nose.
“Fuck, baby!” Papa Bear’s
hands gripped Bug’s curls as his hips snapped forward. It was a slow, sensual
fuck. The man’s cock was going down Bug’s throat, and then pulling back. He
didn’t need to make a tight suction. Papa Bear’s dick filled his mouth to the
stretching point already.
“Oh, damn,” Papa Bear said
with a groan.
And then Papa Bear pulled
back, letting Bug suck the head with enjoyment. It also gave him a moment to
catch his breath. He wrapped his hand around the base, retracting several
inches, making it easier for him to take his mate back into his
mouth.
Papa Bear ran his fingers
under Bug’s chin. When Bug looked up, Papa Bear’s green eyes were watching him
closely. Papa Bear pulled back. The cock Bug had been sucking on popped from his
mouth. Bug raised one brow, asking without words what Papa Bear was
doing.
“God, look at you,” Papa
Bear said as he trailed his fingers over Bug’s swollen lips. “You look so good
when you’ve been sucking me into your mouth.” The man grinned as he pulled Bug
up. “I want some of this ass.” Papa Bear’s voice was strained, almost as if he
was just as desperate as Bug was to feel their skin collide. “On your
stomach.”
Bug swallowed around the
dry lump in his throat. He turned around, giving Papa Bear a nice view of his
ass, trying desperately to tempt the man into claiming him. Papa Bear grabbed an
ass cheek in each hand, giving the flesh a light squeeze. The sensual hold made
Bug’s hole pulse with need.
Bug cried out when he felt
a finger rim around his entrance. A slight pressure applied, and then Papa
Bear’s finger sank in deep. Bug panted heavily, wanting to feel more but needing
a minute to adjust.
Bug panted as he felt Papa
Bear’s fingers push deep, and then pull back. Papa Bear added a second finger
and went in search of his prostate. Bug moaned as the long, thick fingers that
seemed to fill him so perfectly brushed across his prostate with every movement
of Papa Bear’s hand.
A third finger quickly
joined the first two, thrusting several times before they were removed. A
feeling of emptiness started to overwhelm Bug until he felt the blunt head of
Papa Bear’s cock pushing at his entrance. Bug sighed with pleasure as he felt
his mate’s cock pop past the tight muscle and fill him completely.
“So good, baby…so
good.”
FINDING CONN'S
HAPPINESS
STORY
EXCERPT
Still not moving, he
looked up the street and regarded the only intersection in town with stop
lights. There, passing under a street light, on the corner coming toward him,
was a young man. He had his head down and he was weaving wildly around the
concrete sidewalk covering twice as much ground, as he would have walking a
straight line. If Conn’s keen eyesight hadn’t spotted the blood staining the
guy’s ripped shirt and jeans, he would have thought the man was drunk off his
ass.
Conn studied the man,
using his heightened senses. A husky voice reached Conn’s sensitive ears.
Natural or created from his injuries, the tenor over gravel quality was a melody
straight to Conn’s heart.
“Keep going, Aisley.
One more step at a time. Soon you’ll find a place to hide and
rest.”
Conn’s eye’s widened when
something in his brain clicked, and he saw the pure white aura surrounding the
man. “Mate,” screamed through Conn’s mind.
In the middle of the
sidewalk the man stopped, lifted his curly dark head, and looked at Conn,
swaying slightly. Rage coursed through Conn’s veins at the sight of the deep,
bloody, crescent shaped gash on his mate’s left cheek. One corner of his swollen
puffy lips was encrusted with dried blood, and bruises marred the skin around
each eye. Conn’s blood pressure rose several levels at the hint of bruising
along the line of his jaw and around his neck.
Dirty, beat-to-hell,
clothes torn to pieces and way to skinny, Conn’s mate was the most beautiful man
he’d ever seen. The man’s nostrils flared, telling Conn his mate most likely was
a shifter whose sense of smell was dominant.
“Holy hell he’s big. I
think he’s some sort of cat. I’ve only smelled the pack before, so how am I
supposed to know what he is? It doesn’t matter. I can’t put him in danger. But
it sure would be nice to slide up close and get naked next to
him.”
Conn smiled at his mate’s
musings. Seeing his smile, the man stiffened and panic covered his battered
face. His body tensed, and Conn could see he was ready to take off.
“Running won’t help,
little wolf,” Conn called out. The man’s body jerked and Conn knew he guessed
his mate’s animal right. “We’ve exchanged essences when you smelled me and I
heard you. Our bodies are already changing and tiny strings of the mate bond
have already formed.”
“Shit. What am I going
to do? I’m in no shape to out run him.”
“You couldn’t outrun me on
any day. Now come to me. Everything will be okay.” Conn tried to keep his tone
soothing. He hadn’t had a lot of practice in his long life with that, but he
would try for his mate.
“I was talking out loud,
wasn’t I?” The man asked, clearly not wanting the answer Conn was going to give
him.
“Yeah,” Conn answered.
Conn stood there waiting.
He wouldn’t go after his mate unless he was forced to. Wolves didn’t like to be
chased or trapped, and patience was second nature to his tiger. Hell he had
waited almost one hundred years for Tay to realize he sucked at ranching. This
should be a piece of cake.
“It would be better if you
walked away and forgot about me.” Misery covered his mates face.
“Not happening,” Conn
responded.
“There’s a good chance I
have trouble following me. I’m considered rogue. I need to keep
moving.”
“Now you are my mate, not
rogue. Any trouble we’ll handle together and there isn’t going to be anymore
running.” Satisfaction filled Conn when the small man took a few steps forward.
“I would love to believe
you.” A shaky hand lifted and then dropped back down to his side.
“You will love me forever
and a day,” Conn responded.
“You sure are
confident.”
“Thanks because I know,”
Conn said.
“Why is everything
starting to hurt even more than it did before? I’m so confused.”
“It’s the bond,” Conn
replied. His own skin burned and his tiger growled in agitation. “What is your
name?”
“Aisley
Matthews.”
Conn watched Aisley move
forward until there was about ten feet between them. Now that he was closer,
Conn could smell other wolves on his mate, including the unmistakable scent of
an alpha.
Anger surged to the
surface and Conn’s tiger roared in fury. Danger permeated the air and the
situation became volatile. His mate proved to have good instincts and rushed
over to Conn, putting his hand on Conn’s arm. Immediately both of their bodies
relaxed and the cold pain of mate separation that had been steadily building
dissipated.
Conn put his hand on top
of Aisley’s and turned them toward his truck parked at the end of the street.
The relief of being connected to his mate helped to settle Conn’s tiger, and his
anger at another dominant man touching his mate.
“Do you know anything
about big cat shifters?” Conn asked. Aisley leaned heavily against his arm, and
then jerked himself upright. Conn quickly maneuvered the smaller man under his
shoulder, tucking him close. When Aisley didn’t object to his physical
manhandling, Conn became worried. His injuries must be worse than Conn thought,
to let him hold him so close this early in their relationship.
“No. I grew up in a wolf
pack. My father is the alpha, and we always kept to ourselves,” Aisley
said.
Conn’s truck couldn’t come
into view fast enough for him. When they reached it, Conn opened his driver’s
door and helped the rapidly weakening Aisley up into it. Conn was no fool.
Aisley said his father was an alpha and by the alpha stench coming off of him,
Conn was getting a picture of what happened to his mate. Now the question was,
why?
ADULT
EXCERPT
A huge lion ran past
Aisley straight at Conn. Before his eyes the lion leaped into the air, it’s back
arched, paws raised, and claws extended. It was met head on by a massive orange
and black striped tiger. The shifters clashed in a fury of teeth and claws. Deep
growls and ear splitting roars filled the air. Hair sprouted along Aisley’s
arms, his wolf wanting to come out and help its mate.
The fight lasted far too
long for Aisley’s piece of mind, but in reality it was only a few minutes before
the big lion was lying on the ground at his gorgeous fierce tiger’s feet. The
lion was still but breathing and Aisley could hear its heartbeat. Thinking he
should check for any major injuries on either of them, Aisley walked across the
barn, but was stopped when the tiger shifted its considerable body mass so it
was between him and the lion. From what Aisley could tell, the lion was a black
lion, his long full cape of a main more gray and black than brown and gold. He
remembered one of the old women telling him that black lions were usually either
noble warriors or nasty lowlifes of society. It seemed he now knew which Loren
was.
“Change back, Loren.
Conn’s next blow will be a kill shot,” Seth said, standing beside
Aisley.
The lion took his human
form, lying there bruised and bloody. Aisley didn’t feel sorry for him, Conn had
every right to fire him for his insubordination and defend himself from Loren’s
attack. The man was at least smart enough not to move from his prone position at
the tiger’s feet before Conn took his human form.
The next instant Conn
stood naked in all his magnificent glory, muscled legs slightly spread, powerful
chest puffed out and strong hands on his tapered hips. Aisley’s cock immediately
took notice, wanting his mate’s attention.
“Leave now,” Conn ordered
the downed man.
Loren, naked and bleeding,
wobbled to his feet and staggered out of the barn, Conn watching him all the
way.
Only turning his head and
keeping his body facing away, Conn looked over at Seth and Aisley. “This time,
make sure he leaves,” he said, gray eyes hard as gun metal, stared Seth
down.
“Yes, sir,” Seth answered
and left the barn
“Conn?” Aisley wasn’t sure
why Conn didn’t face him. He wondered if his mate was too injured to move.
Breathing in through his nose, only Loren’s blood was detectable. Lust hit
Aisley square in the chest with the force of a freight train, through their mate
bond.
Conn turned around and
Aisley smiled. He was more than ready to help Conn with the problem he was
having between his legs. Before him, Conn’s iron hard cock stood tall and proud
making Aisley drool. Already pre-cum was beading from the end and dripping down
its red, thick veined side, causing the blood in Aisley brain to rush south so
fast he almost had a heart attack.
Aisley didn’t hesitate,
and hurried over to Conn as fast as his own engorged prick would allow. Dropping
to his knees Aisley put the head of Conn’s cock in his mouth and sucked hard.
Salty pre-cum coated his tongue and Aisley licked all around the spongy head,
cleaning his mate and enjoying every minute of it.
Fingers sifted through and
tightened in his hair, and Conn took over, thrusting into Aisley’s mouth going
deeper with every pump of his hips. Aisley opened his mouth as wide as he could
and relaxed his throat, letting his lubirea mai take over.
Raising his hands, Aisley
enjoyed the lightly hair covered flexing muscles on the back of Conn’s thighs.
Aisley continued to swallow around Conn’s cock until he felt it widen,
stretching the corners of his mouth to its limits.
Following the back of
Conn’s leg up, Aisley caressed his lover’s buttocks for a moment before dipping
a finger into his crack and rubbing over the tight wrinkled skin of Conn’s hole.
THAT DEEP,
RUMBLING PURR
STORY
EXCERPT
Mateo stayed in
control.
He walked over to the bear
trap, and he slowly, very carefully kneeled down. The golden tiger turned its
head and looked right at him, but it didn’t lunge, and it didn’t otherwise move.
It stayed on its side.
Which didn’t stop Mateo’s
heart from trying to pound right out of his chest, like it was trying to
escape.
Now that he could, he did
hiss in pain at the sight that met him. The trap was thick and strong. It was
also rusted along the chain. That wasn’t just blood. This trap had been out here
for a while, which meant he teeth of the thing were probably also rusted. Not
that he could tell since they cut so deep into the back leg. The red blood was
staining that white and golden fur, and Mateo clenched his hands into
fists.
“If you’re a shifter,” he
said, keeping his voice calm and light, refusing to even look the animal in the
eyes. “Then you need to change. I know it will hurt, a lot, but I can’t take
this off while you’re in that shape. I won’t risk that you’ll attack
me.”
If this was a shifter,
then the pain of being trapped could’ve prompted the animal to take control. An
animal wouldn’t know the difference between some naked guy trying to help him,
or trying to eat him. The tiger could attack. It could attack him right now and
Mateo wasn’t sure if he was fast enough to get out of reach before those claws
got him.
On the other hand, that
also meant that, if this was a shifter, then the animal side might have taken
over so completely that he didn’t even know what Mateo was saying right now
anyway.
Mateo took in a deep
breath. “I won’t leave you, all right? You have to shift, please understand what
I’m saying.”
Dakota whined, and he
couldn’t spare her so much as a glance. Just because he wouldn’t look this big
cat in the eyes, didn’t mean he would risk turing away from it completely. Then
he would be entirely open for an attack.
Mateo’s hands found the
thick, soft, fur of the tiger’s back paw, the one that was not trapped and
coated in blood. He never thought it would feel so soft. He expected it to be
coarse. Maybe it was coarse on other parts of its body, but not where he was
touching.
Actually, now that he was
in his human shape, and putting more focus on the body instead of the wound, he
realized that this tiger wasn’t exactly big at all. It was hardly a cub, but it
must also be an adolescent. That might explain the fur.
“Come on, please hear me.
I know you have to hear me.”
Mateo finally took the
risk and looked up into those golden tiger eyes. They were still on him, the
pupils still small, and though Mateo still felt like the creature wanted him for
supper, something happened that changed that.
The tiger put its head
down onto he soft earth, and a ripple passed under its fur.
At first the change seemed
peaceful as the golden hairs melted away, but then the first signs of shifting
bones happened, and the tiger bucked and roared.
Mateo launched himself to
his feet and backed off as the animal flung itself around, flailing like a
captured snake. It even tried attacking its paw, biting at it in an effort to
chew itself free, but it was too late.
Too much of the human was
back in control, more features made themselves known. Long, skinny arms and
legs, pale features, and a young man’s face. It had to be a man. The genitals
gave it away, but in the beginning, Mateo couldn’t tell what gender it
was.
He was glad he was right
about his instincts on this being a shifter, and when the young man stopped
moving, Mateo released a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.
Fuck, that was
intense.
When there was no longer a
tiger lying in the middle of a dirt patch, Mateo was finally able to step
forward without hearing too much of his mustang complaining in his ear. The
instinct was still there, the instinct to stay away from what was clearly a
predator, but it was a whisper in his ear compared to before.
The young man wasn’t move,
and Mateo rushed forward, kneeling down and putting his hand on the boy’s sweat
slick throat.
A pulse. Thank
God.
It was probably better
that the shift made him pass out. Bad enough he had to feel his body shift and
change while something was clamping down onto his foot without having to see the
damned thing come off.
Mateo checked the metal
teeth of the trap. The lack of fur made it easy to see, though the foot was
still a little distorted. The toes were too small, there were claws, and a faint
stripe pattern on the skin. The teeth imbedded into the ankle prevented a full
change in that spot, but that should go away once he got the teeth
off.
There was always an
emergency latch on traps like these. He just had to find it and follow the
instructions.
He got the trap loose and
pulled the bloody metal teeth from the man’s skin. It wasn’t a pretty sight, and
Mateo had helped mares give birth, hinted hogs, and done all sort of things
around his ranch that never turned his stomach.
This did. Somehow this was
different.
He looked behind him to
where Dakota was still patiently waiting, watching the entire thing. Her black
and brown ears were perked. “I don’t supposed you can go back and get my
truck?”
Dakota tilted her
head.
“Guess I’m walking,” Mateo
said, and he picked up the young man, surprised at how easily he was able to
hold him.
ADULT
EXCERPT
Despite how much Mateo’s
instincts commanded him to drive his cock home into Ty’s ass, he was still very
much in control, enough to know that something like that wouldn’t be a great
idea.
He needed to prep him
first. At the bare minimum, they needed that.
But he didn’t have any
lube on hand. It wasn’t like he got a lot of time to himself, or even had a lot
of lovers. The absolute best he could do was get some of the sun lotion he had
from his medicine cabinet and make due.
“Hang on just one more
second. There’s something I need to get,” Mateo said, and he was about to leave
his spot between Ty’s legs when the shifter grabbed him by the arms.
“No, you don’t need to get
anything. I took care of all of it,” he said.
Mateo’s brain was so
fogged up, so slow, like it was driving through a pool of mud, that he didn’t
understand what Ty said for the first couple of seconds.
“Wait, what? You took care
of it?”
Mateo looked down, and he
noted that there was something a little…well, the man’s pucker did look like it
had some attention given to it recently, that was for sure.
Mateo reached down to
touch, giving Ty a quick glance, making sure he had permission, and when his
finger came into contact with that ring of muscle there, he was able to feel
it.
“What did you use?” Mateo
asked, though it wasn’t like he really cared or anything, especially since this
meant he could proceed.
“When I was in your
bathroom, I figured it would be easier if I got myself ready. I found some hand
lotion beneath your sink.”
He usually did keep a
couple of extra things in the guest bathroom. His housekeeper liked to keep it
stocked up, at any rate. It was as if the woman was expecting Mateo to throw a
big party sometime in the future, and she was getting ready for all the people
who were inevitably going to be sleeping over.
Mateo was so supremely
happy about this, but he didn’t trust using hand lotion that might have dried up
by now, though it definitely made the entry way seem a little softer and easier
to touch.
“I think you did a good
job, but let me get something anyway,” Mateo said, and he quickly slid off the
bed before there could be any arguments on the matter.
He still caught the
disappointment on Ty’s face. The tiger wasn’t very patient, that was for
sure.
When Mateo returned with
the sunblock, Ty laughed at the sight of it.
“What?” Mateo asked,
putting one knee back on his mattress. “I don’t have anything else, and I just
thought—”
“It’s fine,” Ty said,
shaking his head and still smiling. “I just saw it, and then realized that I’m
going to had the softest ass ever, with the added bonus of not getting a sunburn
on it when we’re done here.”
Mateo couldn’t help but
grin at that logic. It did make sense, after all.
He returned to his spot
between Ty’s open legs, giving the injured ankle a quick glance, if only to make
sure that the bandages were still in place, and that they didn’t need to be
changed.
They looked fine. He would
check them when he was done here.
He wasn’t at his most
graceful when he opened the cap and poured some of the white lotion onto his
fingers. Just enough for him to coat Ty’s asshole with.
Ty jumped and hissed
slightly at the contact.
“It’s cold,” he said when
Mateo looked at him.
Mateo smiled. “That’ll
pass really soon, I promise.”
“Gonna hold you to that,”
Ty replied, and the man put his hands on his thighs, spreading his cheeks wider
to give Mateo better access.
He liked this man. He
really did.
He spread the lotion
around Ty’s hole, and he pushed one finger inside, making sure for himself that
Ty would be ready for this. The man’s body accepted the intrusion with little
fuss, and Mateo had enough. His dick throbbed every time he heard a tiny,
gasping moan coming from Ty’s mouth on each forward thrust of his
finger.
If he watched himself
finger-fuck this tiger shifter anymore, listened to more of those sweet noises,
then he was going to embarrass himself.
He pulled his finger away,
and he was even clumsier than before as he stroked some of the sun lotion onto
his dick.
Ty was right, it was cold,
but even that wasn’t enough to make his erection wilt, not in the
least.
Ty watched him eagerly,
and those eyes of his were gold again, the pupils small. Mateo could see some of
the tiger deep inside of him. He shivered.
“You’re tiger doesn’t
happen to like eating horses, does it?” Mateo asked.
Ty blinked. “That’s what
you are,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. “I smelled horses on you, and I
wondered about that.
Mateo shook his head. This
man was really too cute for his own good.
He pushed the head of his
cock against that tight entry. He grunted as Ty’s body relented to him slowly,
swallowing up the crown of his dick with only some effort on Mateo’s part, and
then he had to stop.
“Are you still okay?”
Mateo asked. Ty’s face was contorted. His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit down on
his lips.
“Yeah,” Ty said, letting
the word out like he was almost choking on it. “Just give me a
second.”
Mateo gave him more than
that, and he didn’t push forward, even when he felt Ty’s body open to him. He
knew it was about more than the burning pain of being penetrated.
