BEAUMONT
Battle Bunnies 3
[Siren Everlasting
Classic ManLove: Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, vampires,
HEA]
They know a thousand ways to kill...and zero
ways to love.
The middle bunny of five, Beaumont has grown
used to going unnoticed. He's not a leader like Barclay or Basil, he's not blind
like Bailey, and he's not snarky like Baxter. He's invisible. He dreams of
finding a mate that truly sees him. When a stranger with piercing black eyes
arrives at the mansion, his world is turned upside down, and Beau has to decide
if being seen is all he dreamed it would be.
Prince Dario Montella never dreamed he would
find his one and only in his family home, but one look and he knows he has found
the center of his universe. But Beau comes with a lot of baggage, not to mention
an interfering older brother and an obsessive need to take risks with his
life.Finding common ground won't be easy for a prince used to ruling his coven, especially when making his mate happy is harder than letting him walk into danger. It means seeing Beau for the treasure he truly is.
http://www.bookstrand.com/book/beaumont
STORY EXCERPT
Curious at the sound of the doorbell, mostly
because he hadn't even known they had a doorbell, Beau left his room and walked
to the second floor landing. He arrived just in time to see his brother Baxter
waving his hand at a well-dressed man that took Beau's breath away."And we are in his house," Bax said. "Duh."
Beau smiled at his brother's snarky remark. His oldest brother Barclay usually didn't get Bax's sense of humor, but Beau found him quite amusing. He wasn't stupid enough to voice that opinion in front of his oldest brother because he liked his head attached to his shoulders.
"Please, don't mind me. I'll just—" The man sucked in a breath as he gazed up in Beau’s direction and their eyes met. "Who is that magnificent creature?"
For a moment, Beau forgot to breathe. Had anyone ever looked at him like that? He was usually lost in the crowd or faded into the wallpaper. People did not stare at him as if he was the answer to every prayer they had ever had, especially not people who looked like this man did.
The guy had to be a few inches over six feet
tall with shiny sable colored hair that was secured at the nap of his neck and
cascaded in waves down his back. Beau wanted to run his hands through the silky
looking strands and see if they were as soft as they looked. The soft curls
around the man’s handsome face beckoned Beau’s fingertips to tweak and play with
them.
Startling light black eyes surrounded by thick
eyelashes looked up at Beau, tearing his attention from wandering to the man’s
plump lips.Bax blinked at the handsome man for a moment before glancing up. "Beau?"
"Beau," the man whispered.
"My brother, Beaumont."
"Beaumont." The man whispered his name almost
reverently. It brought shivers down Beau's arms, making him wish he could rub
himself all over, preferably against the handsome man. "You can stay as long as
you like if you introduce me to him."Beau had no idea what the handsome stranger and Bax were talking about, but the way the man was staring up at him made Beau wonder what he was looking at. He almost glanced behind him, positive the guy had to be looking at someone else, but a quick sniff told him he was all alone on the landing.
"You'll let us stay in your mansion if I introduce you to my brother?" Bax asked.
"Yes."
The man still hadn't taken his eyes off of Beau. Beau stared back just as intently.
"Beau!"Bax called out. "There's someone I want you to meet."
Beau waited right where he was. He really didn't think going downstairs was in his best interest. He had the sudden thought that he would be devoured by the man looking up at him with such hunger in his eyes.
"This is Prince Dario Montella," Bax said. "This is his house."
Damn.
Wait..."Did you say prince?" Beau asked, because
he really needed to be sure. The weight of the world rested on the
answer."Yep." Baxter nodded as though he could read the rising panic in Beau's mind. "Prince Dario Montella. Come down here and meet him."
Beau felt the momentary sliver of hope that had blossomed in his chest wither and die. A prince? That really sucked. There was no way he was going to go downstairs and be introduced to a prince. It had been bad enough when he thought the guy merely gorgeous. Prince took it to a whole other level.
“No,” he called back.
When the prince took a step toward the stairs, Beau spun and hurried back down the hallway. He ran into his room and slammed the door shut, locking it. As he leaned back against the hard wood, his heart thundering painfully in his chest, Beau thrust a hand through his long black hair.
He ached to meet the prince, to continue to feel the man's eyes roaming over his body, but there was no way he was going to be the butt of some prince's joke. He wasn't that desperate.
Really.
ADULT EXCERPT
Drawing in a shaky breath, Beau headed to the
shower where he could block out the rest of the world. When they had moved into
this place, Beau and his brothers found a whole new way of getting clean that
didn’t involve ice cold sponge baths in sewer tunnels. He knew Bailey loved
baths, but for Beau, showers were the best thing since the discovery of malted
milk duds.
Leaving a trail of clothes in his wake, a naked
Beau adjusted the water to just the right temperature before stepping under the
heavenly spray. Tipping his head back, he let the water stream over his face and
body.
Beau grabbed the bottle of kiwi and jasmine
scented soap and after pouring some into his palm, he rubbed his hands together
until wonderful bubbles spilled all over. He would never be caught dead in a
bubble bath, but the bubbles themselves were a creation of the
heavens.
Soon Beau was covered in frothy goodness from
his head to the soles of his feet. After rinsing off, he poured more soap into
his hand. He had needs. He was a bunny after all. If he didn’t take care of them
his balls grew heavy and his skin began to itch. Hard, ready to burst balls
sucked green maggots.
The first touch to his prick with slippery
fingers took Beau’s breath away. If he never experienced anything more than a
solid grip encircling his dick, it would be tragic. But Beau could live with
that. He had survived horrific experiments in a laboratory at the hands of
insane sadistic creatures who impersonated being human.
Beau had always wondered if they were actually
demons from the underworld. He had once asked his older brother Clay if they
were. His brother had laughed and told him they were just evil people. Beau
still had his doubts.
Beau scraped his nails over the plump head of
his dick, making sure that one nail pressed into the tiny slit at the end. Once,
while surfing the web, Beau came across a porn site where a guy was using a
sound on the other man’s dick. Holy Hanna, he had ended up coming all over while
watching that piece of glass sink inside that tiny hole.
As he continued to play, Beau wondered what the
prince was doing. This was the man’s house. Maybe he was going to move in. There
was an empty room next to his. Beau wondered if it would be possible to hear the
prince jerking off. Goose bumps covered Beau’s skin. His prick rose and brushed
against his belly.
He spread his legs wider. Reaching back with his
free hand, Beau found the wrinkled opening that he was sure could give him even
more pleasure if he wasn’t alone playing with it. But alone it seemed he would
always be. The prince’s handsome face popped into his mind. Beau mentally pushed
the prince away. Wishful thinking made reality hurt worse.
Beau closed his eyes and drifted into a place
where sensation took over. The muscle guarding his hole began to loosen under
the onslaught of his relentless fingers. His dick gloried in the firm grip that
stroked over every inch of skin from the base to the head, and back
again.
Looking down, Beau watched his slender fingers
give the head of his dick a little twist. He wondered if the prince’s hands were
soft or rough. As large as the man was he must have big hands. The thought of a
wide finger sinking into his ass had pre-cum welling up until it spilled over
and dribbled down. In response to his thoughts, Beau’s finger penetrated his
ass.
Beau sank down onto his knees and set up a fast
stroking rhythm on his dick. Want had him pressing another finger into his hole.
Breathing became difficult. Helpless to his needy body, Beau thrust his hips
forward searching for…something.
A soft breeze touched the side of Beau’s head.
He wanted to open his eyes and see who was there, but his balls were pulling up
against his shaking body. Need had taken over and yet his orgasm wouldn’t
happen. What the hell was going on?
Desperate, Beau tipped his head back and
whispered, “Please.”
Softness touched his ear and a rich voice
dripping in honey murmured, “Come, my darling.”
Spunk exploded out of the Beau’s dick and his
scream was loud and long. He fell back, which pushed his fingers farther into
his hole. Beau jerked his dick as fast as he could, needing the friction. Volley
after volley shot out. Beau screamed again as pain gripped his balls from the
milking they were receiving.
As volatile as the orgasm was, it ended in a
heartbeat. One moment Beau was flying on a wave of sensation, and the next he
was lying on the floor of a shower. Looking up through the steam and spray of
water, Beau felt alone. Which was weird, because he had been alone all this
time.
Hadn’t he?
