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Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday: The Marriage Groups: Elian

Apr 3

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Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my (unedited) WIP (inspired by Cherie Noel and Dr. Porne) entitled: The Marriage Groups, Book One: Elian

 

Blurb:

Elian Glinkobia is the youngest son of his family. Born on the planet, Kardalusia, he is the only breeder, the only coração, born to a family full of Kartusian warriors and soldiers. He was born with no other purpose than to be the coração of a marriage group, there to serve them in every manner that they needed. Or so he thinks. Attending his final marriage soiree, Elian believes that he will not be picked by any marriage group and is destined to live his life alone, or as a prostitute. He is beyond shocked to find out that he was chosen by the royal marriage group the year before. He is to be the coração, the heart, of the three kings, Nevin, Corbin, and Gaige.

However, things are not always as easy as they seem. Before Elian can even settle into his position as The Royal Coração, someone attempts to murder him. Placed under lock and key in the palace by his husbands, Elian begins to discover that the gods of the Kartusians, gifted him with a lot more than he could have ever expected.

Will Elian’s special gifts come in handy when he needs them to save his husbands and their people, or was everyone right about his worthlessness?

 

Excerpt

Elian looked around the room and gritted his teeth against the moan that threatened to pour forth from his lips. It seemed as if he’d walked into every gay man’s fantasy. A room filled with sexy, muscled men, all looking for commitment. Elian should feel a little out of place. He was only 5’5″, the only black guy in the room and the only big muscle that he had was the one in his pants. He couldn’t believe how many men were there. His mouth filled with saliva and he swallowed thickly in order to stop the drool from escaping his lips and spilling down his chin. He wanted to scream out that he was there, ready for someone, anyone, from one of the marriage groups to pick him, choose him, but from the group of fifteen unattached, marriageable men, it was only him and four of his friends left and he was the only one standing by himself.

He sighed in despair. His parents would be livid if he came home tonight. He was supposed to be chosen and married today. He was supposed to be grabbing his luggage from his room and going off with the three other men who would make up his marriage group. He was eighteen years old. Almost nineteen. And this was his fourth and final marriage soiree. If he wasn’t chosen tonight, he’d be forced into servitude, spinsterhood, or making his living as a prostitute. His fathers were already deeply upset with him because he’d been passed over three other times. Especially since he was the only one of their children not born as a soldier or a warrior or even as a doctor. Elian had been born as a breeder. That was it. His sole purpose in life was to lay on his back, his side, on his hands and knees and be fucked all day and night and give birth to more of the Kartusians.

He hadn’t asked to be born as a breeder. Hell, he hadn’t asked to be born into his family or as a Kartusian. It was a fucking luck of the draw. One that he was being punished for.

Looking around the room again, he sighed in despair. All the time that he’d spent gazing into nothingness and daydreaming and no one had approached him. What was wrong with him? Why hadn’t he been picked yet? He realized that all of his friends had been chosen and there were still four marriage groups left, none of which were even looking at him. Perhaps his dads had been wrong. Maybe he was a little too reminiscent of the females of their species that had died off over ten millenia before. Elian was aware that he was a lot smaller, thinner, his skin was a lot softer and his facial features a lot more pretty than any other Kartusian male in history. But once again, it was not his fault. It wasn’t as if he’d consulted with and pleaded for the God Alusia to make him this way. He hadn’t. Not at all.

At least, not that he knew of.

“So, why are you still here? I would have thought that you’d be off packing your bags, ready to leave with your marriage group,” the waiter standing next to him said as he placed his tray on the counter behind Elian.

Startled, Elian turned with a gasp to look up at the other man. The waiter was gorgeous. He stood about 6’1″ and had the most gorgeous pale green eyes that Elian had ever seen on a Kartusian before. So lost was he in the beauty of the man before him, that it took him a while to process exactly what he’d said.

“My what? I don’t have a marriage group,” Elian stated, hearing the sadness in his own voice. He glanced up at the clock, aware that in less than fifteen minutes the soiree would be over and he would once again be left alone. Though this time he would be alone and destitute.

The waiter looked confusedly down at him before pulling a picture out of his inner pocket. Showing the picture to him, Elian was amazed to see a picture of him from a year before.

“Isn’t this you?” the waiter asked.

Elian nodded before he responded. “Y-y-yes.”

Why the hell did the waiter have a picture of him from a year before? A picture that looked as if it were taken of Elian when he was unaware that he was being photographed. It looked like it was a picture of Elian walking to class, which was just…strange, who would want a picture of him, walking to class?

“Where the hell did you get this picture?” he asked the waiter, hoping that his voice didn’t sound as shaky and fearful as his insides felt.

“Why the new kings passed it out at the beginning of the soiree, letting everyone know that you were a part of their marriage group and were not to be approached with an offer,” the waiter said as if that explained everything.

It explained nothing,  however. Why the hell would the kings want him to be a part of their marriage group? And if that were true then where the hell were they?

As if his thoughts had conjured them, Elian gasped at the sight of the three kings, easily the tallest, broadest, strongest men in all of Kardalusia, walking through the door. As one they all turned towards him and made their way in his direction. Elian felt frozen in place. His eyes took in each of the three men. Nevin Cannington, the eldest of the three kings, the direct descendant of the previous kings, stood at 6′ 9″, had black hair that was trimmed close at the nape and sides, tapered to a slightly longer length on top, that rested at his ears, with gorgeous hazel brown eyes, had the widest grin on his face. He was dressed in a white royal suit, trimmed with gold embroidery, with a gold button up shirt underneath. His skin, which was deliciously tanned called to Elian and he found himself clenching his hands in order to prevent himself from reaching out to the older man who was at the very least, twenty years his senior. Corbin Dyer-Cannington, stood at 6’8″, just slightly shorter than Nevin, his brown hair hung in thick, luxurious waves to his shoulders, begging for Elian to run his slim fingers through them, while he too had hazel brown eyes, there seemed to be a spark of gold that flared in their depths when he looked at Elian. He was dressed in a white suit as well, though his was trimmed with blue embroidery and clung to his extremely muscled frame, though he wore no shirt beneath the suit, giving Elian a clear view of the tattoos that the other man had obtained during his training on Zarxion. Elian felt his cock thicken behind the slacks of his own black tuxedo pants, feeling a bit like a hobo next to the kings, his long black hair, that hung in black waves to his waist, suddenly feeling a lot heavier than it had just moments before. It was the sight of Gaige Nobriga-Cannington, however, the only king with a naturally caramel skin tone, that robbed Elian of his breath. Gaige’s 6’6″, thickly muscled frame screamed out danger to anyone who looked at him. His blond hair invited the curious to touch it, with its gloriously golden highlights and waves, it fell to just below Gaige’s shoulders. It was the sight of the scar on Gaige’s cheek that caused one to rethink their approach to him, however.

Elian had heard the story of the third king. Heard that he had “the sight”, that Gaige could see into the future. It fascinated him. Gaige was most assuredly a man who played by his own rules, dressed in a white suit, as was customary of royalty, he wore a red shirt beneath a black leather vest, underneath his suit jacket. On Gaige’s right wrist Elian saw a leather bracelet with diamond studs embedded within and a tattoo of a snake that wrapped itself around his left one. He felt himself shiver as the three kings all stopped before him, surrounding him in a semi-circle and he was distantly aware that every man in the room had knelt on one knee, showing honor to the monarchy. He knew that he should bow to his kings, that he should probably lay prostrate before them, but all he could do in that moment, was stare at them.

And hope he didn’t embarrass himself by begging them all to fuck him.

“You are ours Elian Glinkobia. Gather your belongings, you are now the coração of our marriage group,” King Nevin stated.

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Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday: Daddy’s Boy

Mar 20

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Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my novel: Daddy’s Boy.

And your warning: While this particular excerpt is not as dark and gritty as the rest of the book, this book is not for the faint of heart. This book deals with abuse, rape, prostitution, transgenderism, single parenting, sex slave trade, homosexuality, rent-boys, sex-for-hire, gold-diggers, paid companionship, men in the closet, men who cheat on their wives (adultery) and AIDS. I decided to break down barriers and cross lines….this book is truth in its grittiest of forms, but don’t worry romance, sex and a delightful happily-ever-after still await you at the end, but expect to have some war wounds by the time you finish, because the characters sure will.

If you’re still interested then please read on…….

-Vicktor Alexander

 

Daddy’s Boy

The sound of the multi-colored Venetian vase colliding with my white tiled floor caused every nerve in my body to jump.  More than just my body jumped at the sound, my heart leapt into my throat and I raced forward into my living room, falling to my knees, my hands reaching out desperately to grasp the sharp, jagged pieces of the priceless item.  I ignored the painful slices of the glass as the broken glass cut into my skin, I cared only for the remnants of this souvenir that reminded me so much of Jack.

Jack.  My breath caught in my throat.  My eyes burned with unshed tears and I inhaled shakily.  What the hell was I going to do without Jack?  I needed him.  More than I needed my next breath.  More than I needed to sleep or eat or do anything, I needed Jack.  I lowered my head, forcing back the tears, biting down on the inside of my cheek hard, the coppery taste of my own blood having no effect on my current state of mind.  I had to get up.  I had to get moving.  I absolutely had to go to this party tonight.  It wasn’t optional for me.  It wasn’t a suggestion.  It was a fucking requirement.  A need.  It was a goddamn law as far as I was concerned.  Jack had left me nothing.  My life ended the day I found out that he wouldn’t return to me again.  I had to go to this party and keep my life moving.  I had to keep my head above water somehow.  Jack wasn’t there to keep me lifted, so I had to lift my own damn head above this raging tide of bullshit.

With a sigh of frustration, I sat back on my heels before lifting myself gracefully to my feet.  I couldn’t even take pleasure in the knowledge that my dance and stripper classes had paid off so well.  I couldn’t care about those things.  I had to get ready.  I had to make myself beautiful.  I didn’t have much time.  I had to go and I had to go now.

I turned towards my kitchen, passing by all of the remaining knickknacks, treasures, expensive pieces of pure white furniture that lay professionally and artistically sprawled about my loft apartment.  I cared not about the rare paintings by Van Gogh or the priceless editions of works by Shakespeare or Chaucer.  These things were priceless, yes.  I was well aware of their monetary value.  I had catalogued each piece when Jack was still with me, but now?  Now they were only harsh memories and glaring reminders of what I was no longer in possession of.  They were priceless for a totally different reason now and I had to make sure that they were well-cared for, because if tonight didn’t go well…I gave myself a firm mental shake.  I wouldn’t even allow myself to go there.  Failure wasn’t an option for me.  I would be successful tonight.  I didn’t have a choice.

Having thrown away and cleaned up the broken pieces of the 2.5 million dollar vase, the cost of that one item punching me in the stomach like a hard fist, something I was extremely familiar with, I made my way upstairs to my master bathroom.  My feet were silent as I walked across the soft white carpet.  Usually I would be curling my toes into the thick, white carpet, a huge grin of delight on my face, happiness filling my being as I gloried in the sensation of the fiber beneath my feet, but there was no smile this evening.  Ice flowed through my veins.  My hands shook as I lifted my black eyeliner to the lid of my right eye and attempted to draw a straight line.

I was nervous and I hadn’t been nervous in years.  I was scared and fear was an emotion that I had long since choked the life out of and cast out of my entire existence.  The presence of these two emotions was daunting, unnerving and made me even more determined to make sure that tonight was a success.  I straightened my shoulders and exhaled, my eyes closing briefly as I centered myself.  Reigning in my runaway emotions and capturing every fucking butterfly that flapped its disgusting wings in my belly, I silently began chanting my mantra as I finished putting on my eyeliner and gloss, before returning to my bedroom to change.

I am beauty.  Beauty is me.  None can resist beauty and none can truly afford it.  But beauty can be earned through persistence and courage and a nice, fat wallet.  I chuckled silently as I remembered Jack’s expression of shock and then amusement the first time he’d heard me utter that mantra.  He hadn’t asked me questions, but I knew that I had to only utter those words to myself from then on.

Jack.  There it was again.  That same sickening feeling of dread filling my stomach with butterflies and my throat with nausea, causing my head to swim and my hands to shake.  I had to stop thinking of him, had to push Jack as far away from my mind as I possibly could if I planned on making tonight a success.  I had to focus on the goal, the finish line, the reason I was going out five days after Jack’s funeral.  A funeral that I wasn’t even allowed to attend.  This was a strategic move on my part.  But then again, everything had been a strategic move on my part, since the day that I turned seventeen.

I put one hand against my front door and put the other hand to my mouth, not recalling how I’d come to be back downstairs, completely dressed in a black button down shirt, white suit, slim white tie and black Italian loafers, trimmed in gold.  Shoes that Jack had bought me.  The last thing that he’d ever bought me.  I inhaled deeply and forced back the nausea that threatened to overwhelm me and bring me to my knees.  I blinked back the unshed tears and reached for my trusty emotional guard.  I would need it this night.

With another deep inhale I picked up my wallet, apartment keys, car keys, gate access card, elevator key, and most important, a few condoms.  I had to make sure that I was prepared.  Prepared for any scenario, any play, any eventuality.  I walked out of my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me and stepped towards the elevator.  I bit my lower lip nervously as my mind flashed with images of every possible occurrence, each one filling me with fear, hope, excitement and worst of all…shame.

What the hell was that about?

Stepping out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened into the lobby I walked slowly, seductively, purposefully towards the front entrance, nodding at all of those who said my name, hoping that they didn’t notice the fluttering of my pulse in my neck, nor the light sheen of sweat on my forehead.  When no one stopped me before I stepped out of the door, I knew then that Jack had been write about something else…again.

Jack had told me about faking confidence in front of people, about having the right shield up with different people.  Some needed the shield to keep them from prying in your life to gossip about you.  Some needed the shield to keep them from using the information that they gleaned against you.  But it was those last people, those horrible people that had so fully filled both him and Jack with an inexplicable surge of fear.  They were the people that you needed to have not only a shield against them but a moat, drawbridge and a fucking dragon, because they were the type of people who actually cared about you and what happened to you.

I didn’t need people in my life like that when Jack was still alive and I certainly didn’t need that type of person in my life now.  No, I had a plan.  I had a goal and nothing was going to stop me from meeting that goal.  Nothing.  It was how I got Jack, how I was so successful in every, single one of my previous goals and why I knew that my goal for tonight was going to go off without a hitch.

I smiled slightly at the doorman who watched me closely.  David Rush had never liked me.  He’d spent a fair amount of time telling me that I didn’t deserve Jack and that I was really just a gold digger.  The glares and condescending attitude was getting quite old and though I’d deny it even under threat of torture, it was all starting to hurt some small part of my heart, probably the only part that still existed, and it was making me angry and as if I wanted to cry.  Like failing, crying was also not an option.

“And how are you this evening Mr. Simpston?” David asked, not expecting a response from me, though he knew that I would give him one anyway.  David may hate me, but I hated him just as much.

I just nodded in answer, noticing the sneer that came to David’s face moments before he responded again.

“It’s such a horrible thing that happened to Mr. Binzington.  Isn’t it?  Have you decided if you’re going to stay here or move yet Mr. Simpston?” the doorman asked in a low voice and seeing that my taxicab was pulling around the corner, I squared my shoulders and hid my trembling hands into my pants pockets.  David would see my shaking hands as a sign of guilt, shame and fear.  He would only be a third correct.  I was fearful but not for the reason that he was thinking.  I was only fearful because of the unknown factors of the evening.  It was something that I would overcome.  Eventually.  I fiddled with the money in my pocket.  It was going to be $26.13 for me to take the cab to the home where the party was being held.  Giving a tip wasn’t necessary and in my case, it wasn’t my best option, nor even worthy of consideration, so I wouldn’t be giving one.

Stepping towards the awaiting cab I gave David a politely false smile and said, “I’m not going anywhere David.  I cared for Mr. Binzington, but I won’t have you trying to run me off because of it.”  With those words stated in a huff, I climbed into my red Ferrari and headed off towards the party.

Toward my date with destiny.

Toward the night that changed my life forever.

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Earth 2408: Prequel to the Alpha King Part IV

Jan 18

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Joshua smelled them before he reached the end of his driveway. They’d been there…at his home. What the fuck? He was maybe twenty minutes late and they showed up at his home and no doubt, probably scared the piss out of Traven. His mate wasn’t always the most calm of people in normal circumstances, having complete strangers show up in the middle of the night and ask for his lover, probably had all manner of things going through his mind. Especially with what was going on now. They’d been able to detect the frustration of Earth with her inhabitants. She’d grown bitter and resentful and they’d all known, they, meaning the leaders of Tumaro, the planet that Joshua and his family hailed from, that it wouldn’t be too long before she was going to turn on the humans and begin killing them all off.

It was one of the main reasons that Joshua had volunteered to journey down to Earth and try to learn all that he could before it became too late. He hadn’t planned on finding his mate while he was out walking. He especially hadn’t planned on finding his very human mate. He wouldn’t trade any of what had happened over the last few years for anything in the world, however. Traven was his life and Joshua had vowed to do whatever it took to keep that man safe and sound, even if he’d had to stay on Earth as a human and only shift when it was absolutely necessary.

He paused before he took another step. What was that smell? He sniffed the air and could tell that something was wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at full attention, his wolf began howling within him and his brain struggled to catch up with the two indicators that something was wrong with his mate.  Taking another step forward, he stepped up on the bottom step to the porch and growled.

Blood. He smelled blood and it wasn’t just any type of blood…it was his mate’s blood.

Joshua’s top lip curled back and he felt his canines extend, his skin grew fur and his hands shifted to their paw counterparts, the claws extended. He leapt forward and landed on all fours, hearing the rip of the fabric from his shirt. Stopping at the door to their home, he sniffed the frame. Even this…something smelled off about this, and more than that…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing as he struggled to focus past the anger and the blood pounding fear. His heart rammed against his rib cage, trying to break free, his stomach rolled within him and he could feel his eyes burning from unshed tears. Not tears of heartbreak or hurt, but from rage. White-hot, blinding rage. He knew then that he was about to go feral, become a blood-thirsty animal on a rampage for revenge, and in that moment, he didn’t care. They had taken his mate and they would pay.

Tossing back his head, he let out a loud roar of anger and extreme frustration, a sound that shook the atmosphere and caused it to tremble in fear, it was a sound that he knew they could hear and a sound that he knew they would understand.

Family or not, they would pay for touching, taking and causing to bleed, what was his and they would pay dearly. He would see to that.

Turning he allowed his shift to fully roll over his body and let his wolf to come out in full force. He could smell the scents of nature much more distinctly, the sounds of laughter coming from the homes of their neighbors that weren’t watching the news. The sounds of tears, screams of shock and surprise coming from the homes of the neighbors who were watching the news. He would never understand humans. Most of them would rather escape into some drama on television, trying to figure out if Tina and Eric were ever going to get together, and forget that the real world even existed, while others would rather immerse themselves in the horrors of life and live their lives full of despair, horror and fear. Didn’t they understand that there was a healthy medium?

He pushed away thoughts of the silly humans around him and focused his energy on finding the only human he was concerned with saving. Putting his muzzle to the ground he picked up the scent of his mate, his father, his younger brother and his father’s great grandson? What the hell was Agnistion doing here? His brother’s grandson was barely past his twentieth summer. He’d only recently found his mate and he’d come to Earth with their father? With a low whine at the thought that he was going to have to kill his younger brother as well as his father, Joshua pressed forward and continued running, following the trail back the way that he only recently come. Turning the corner, ten miles away from his home with Traven, Joshua slowed down and lowered his body down to his belly.

It wouldn’t do him any good to rush right into the room, they were probably expecting that, he had to be smart about this. His mind made up, he shifted back to his human form, ignoring the chill that swept his limbs and his exposed genitals. He crept slowly towards the massive, sprawling lands that held the 3-story home that his family had been given for their stay on the planet. They had been extremely impressed with the respect they’d been shown by the American government when they’d first arrived…of course that was before the government told them that they were insane and should go away, that Earth was absolutely fine and nothing would go wrong. Joshua knew that they were probably kicking their own asses right now. As well as scrambling around and trying to figure out a way to deal with their current planetary disaster.

Earth had gotten fed up with the wars, the murders, the intolerance, the hatred, the betrayals, the lies, the manipulations, the waste, the greed, the bigotry and the hypocrisy of her inhabitants and had finally decided to do something about it. She wasn’t playing favorites either from what Joshua and his family had been able to discern. She was killing off young, old, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, indian, native American, latino, African, fat, thin, gay, straight, bisexual, man, woman, transgender. She was even killing off athiests, Buddhists, hindis, muslims, jews, catholics, Christians, wiccans…Joshua had noticed that the religious fanatics seemed to suffer the worst deaths, however, so maybe she was playing favorites just a little.

No matter, though. As long as Earth was in a tizzy no one was safe. Joshua wasn’t going to let Traven die because Earth was pissed off. He was going to save his mate from death by Earth. First he had to save him from his family. It was imperative that Joshua find him soon, because it was time for him to give Traven his nightly shot of Prinktakium juice.

Stopping in his forward movement just outside of the perimeters of the house’s outside lights, Joshua sighed. Traven would be beyond pissed off if he knew that Joshua had been slowly but surely dosing him with different juices and chemical serums to make sure that Traven’s body would be able to survive in space and on Tumaro. There had never been a human on Tumaro and Joshua was aware that the atmosphere on his home planet was a whole lot cleaner, fresher than the atmosphere on Earth. Traven would suffocate from the fresh air, burn from the sun and his body would implode from the chemical differences in the air that surrounded Tumaro unless his body was adjusted properly.

Joshua had taken it a step further. He didn’t want Traven to just be able to survive on Tumaro, he wanted his mate to thrive on his home planet. So he’d consulted with friends of his and they’d helped him construct a number of serums and medications and vitamins that would make Traven younger, healthier and stronger, completely changing his genetic makeup. But Joshua had been told that he had to make sure that Traven took his prescribed doses at the same time every day and the exact amount that he was supposed to, otherwise they were uncertain of what would happen to his body. Joshua had exactly…he looked up to consult the placement of the moon, five minutes to get inside and get Traven before he’d have to rush them home and give Traven his shot of Prinktakium juice.

Creepy softly but quickly around the building towards the back of the house, Joshua didn’t smell the Zeta wolf shifter that followed behind him, his younger brother’s mate, and so for that reason the attack completely took him unawares. As he fought for his life against the large massive man that had jumped him, his subconscious mind counted down the minutes and as he received one blow to the head too many, he knew that he would never be able to save his mate in time and that it was too late to save his mate.

He could only hope that Traven wouldn’t have too much of an adverse effect to not receiving his nightly shot.

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Earth 2408: Prequel to The Alpha King Part II

Jan 11

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Joshua looked over at Traven where the other man sat smiling at the television screen. They were watching another one of Traven’s shows. Some gay soap opera about a boy who didn’t know he was adopted and then finds out he is and then starts dating his adopted brother. Joshua sighed mentally when Traven laughed, he would never fully understand humans and their almost unquenchable need for drama, gossip, violence and sex. Quirking an eyebrow, Joshua settled a little deeper into the cushions of the sofa. Okay, he could understand the need and fascination for violence and sex, on his planet the two oftentimes went hand in hand, but he would still never understand their crazed desire for more drama and more gossip. Even if he was slightly curious about how Mark would react when he found out that Anthony had slept with his best friend Ronald two days before he slept with him.

“Ugh! I knew it!” Traven said in disgust as the show ended with Mark and Anthony kissing. Joshua grinned as he watched Traven toss the remote in disgust towards the coffee table before sitting back and crossing his arms in disgust. “Anthony always manages to find some kind of way to divert Mark’s attention when the truth is about to come out about him and Ronald! I mean, how many chances does one man get? How many times is he going to skate underneath the radar and escape the guillotine?” Traven asked, turning his head to look at Joshua.

Having spent years with Traven and having lived almost the exact same scene again and again, Joshua knew exactly what his response to that question was supposed to be. “Don’t worry baby, the truth is going to come out soon and then Mark will know all about Anthony and Ronald,” he said with an affectionate pat on Traven’s arm. He watched as Traven’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at him.

“You’re right of course. Thanks honey. You talked me down off the ledge…again,” Traven teased before rising off of the couch and stretching. Joshua watched as the Traven’s gorgeous golden honeyed skin was displayed before his very eyes and growled low in his throat. Traven dropped his arms and bent over to grab his ankles, his ass presented to Joshua’s hungry gaze and Joshua felt his mouth fill with saliva at the thought of burying his face in his man’s ass.

“I love it when you growl at me baby, but are you whining?” Traven asked as he slowly stood to his full height and turned around.

Joshua looked up and swallowed hard. He had to get ahold of himself. He absolutely could not let himself shift in front of Traven. The other man had had a major panic attack when he found out about “aliens” and beings on other planets, he’d probably have a massive heart attack if he found out that the man he loved, his partner, the man that he’d pledged himself to was not only from another planet as well, but was also a wolf shifter. Traven would probably dump him, and since Traven didn’t know about wolf shifters, he also didn’t know about mates, and the bond that they shared. That they were created to be together, destined to be together for all eternity. It was a powerful commitment, to pledge your life to someone forever, to know that that person is perfect for you because fate had created you to be, it was a commitment that humans made to each other and then broke quite often. But one that wolf shifters, Tumarons they were called, like him never broke. Traven was Joshua’s mate and Joshua had been lying to him since the day they met.

But it was a lie that he would take with him into forever if he had to, because he wasn’t going to give Traven up. Not for anything in the world.

“Maybe,” was all he said as he leaned forward and pulled down the grey basketball shorts that Traven wore. He smiled when he saw that the other man wasn’t wearing any underwear. Reaching up, he jerked on the collar of Traven’s black t-shirt and pulled the smaller man down to him until their noses touched. “You complaining?” he growled, letting Traven hear the rumble in his throat since he knew that it turned the other man on.

“N-no,” Traven panted out and Joshua gave him a wolfish grin before he ripped Traven’s shirt off of him.

“Dammit Josh! You keep ripping up my shirts!” Traven gasped out and then squealed when Joshua turned him around and pushed him over roughly until his hands rested on the floor.

“I’ll buy you more,” was Joshua’s response before he leaned forward and with a deep inhale plunged his face in between the firm globes of Traven’s ass. Sniffing and nuzzling, Joshua took a moment to allow the smell of Traven to permeate his senses, to let the human’s scent cover him and then with a groan he lifted his hands up and spread apart the cheeks of Traven’s ass. Sticking out his tongue he licked around the puckered entrance of his unclaimed mate’s ass and then plunged his tongue inside.

“Oh shit!” Traven yelled out, throwing his hands out to grab the edge of the coffee table and spreading his legs apart wider, arching his back and fucking himself on Joshua’s tongue.

Joshua wrapped one arm around Traven’s waist and smacked his right ass cheek hard. He smiled as Traven groaned before he smacked his ass again.

“Fuck yeah,” Traven moaned out, purring low in his throat. Hearing the noise that he’d been waiting for, Joshua pulled his tongue out of Traven’s ass with a final long swipe of his tongue, he pulled his own pair of black basketball pants down to his knees and tapped Traven’s hip. He grinned as he heard Traven hiss before he stood to his full height and on shaky legs walked over to the end table and grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer.

Without a word and knowing exactly what Traven needed, Joshua slid down further on the sofa and waited for Traven to pour the lube over his cock. Joshua knew that he didn’t really need the lube, Tumaron wolves released enough lubrication from the head of their cocks and their shafts to ease even the tightest of holes, but Traven didn’t know that Joshua was a wolf so, Joshua put the lube on his cock to ease Traven’s mind.

Joshua groaned as he felt the head of his cock pop into the tight muscle of Traven’s ass. There was nothing in the world like being buried inside of his mate. Grabbing his man’s hips, Joshua lifted his own and joined Traven’s own moan with his as he sank inside of the other man fully.

“Fuck you feel good baby,” he moaned and felt Traven shiver in his arms.

“This is going to be fast baby. Fast and hard,” he warned the smaller man and chuckled when Traven did nothing more than nod. Joshua knew that sometimes Traven wanted it hard and fast and it usually coincided beautifully with those moments that he wanted it hard and fast. Another sign that they were perfect together.

After a few slow, deep thrusts, Joshua lifted Traven up and held him almost up off of the ground with only his hands on his waist and began to piston and ram his cock up into the other man’s ass.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Traven practically yelled out. Joshua could do nothing but moan in return and within a few thrusts he knew he was about to come, leaning forward slightly, he bit Traven’s back. Not hard enough to break skin and not with his fangs, because that would be marking the man as his mate and Traven didn’t even know what he was. He did however bit the other man hard enough to cause him to orgasm.

Feeling the muscles of Traven’s ass squeeze his cock, Joshua followed him over the edge and headlong into his own orgasm. Pulling Traven down hard on his still twitching cock, Joshua wrapped his arms around the smaller man tightly, kissing on Traven’s neck with love and gentleness.

It wasn’t long before both men began to stir and Joshua felt his cock softening inside of Traven. They both moaned simultaneously when Traven stood to his feet and Joshua’s cock slid free of the other man’s ass. Joshua sighed and leaned back against the back of the sofa, content to sit in his sweat and the liquid remains of his shared passion with Traven. He was just about to suggest to Traven that he come and join him for a nap before dinner, when the other man spoke up.

“Aren’t you going for a run?” Traven asked as he picked up his shorts and pulled them on. He turned and quirked an eyebrow at Joshua.

“What?” Joshua asked dazedly. When had Traven become so heart-stoppingly beautiful? Joshua was amazed that he wanted the other man again so soon, but want him he did.

“This is usually the time when you leave and go for a run and then you come back and shower and we have dinner and then you-“ Traven’s words were cut off when Joshua leapt to his feet.

He was going to be late for his rendezvous if he didn’t leave right then. Pulling up his shorts and grabbing his keys and wallet off of the table, Joshua leaned forward and kissed Traven’s lips quickly before turning to stride towards the front door.

“You’re right. I’m just going to go for a quick run and I’ll be back later,” he tossed over his shoulder before he raced out of the room, like the hounds of hell were on his heels. He could only hope that he got there in time. Before they decided to come looking for him and found Traven at the house and revealed his true identity to the man he was dangerously in love with.

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Six Sentence Sunday-Unassumed

Jan 8

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I thought I’d try my hand at this Six Sentence Sunday deal, so here we go. Six sentences from “Unassumed”, release date in early February.

 

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“I don’t understand why he’s letting that little cross-dresser’s leaving bother him so much. I mean he was just a man,” Howell muttered as he watched in fascination when Curt yawned in his sleep and then stuck his right thumb in his mouth, all without waking up. Children were fascinating to Howell. That didn’t mean that he wanted any, far from it. Children were right up there with a mate, things that he absolutely did NOT want. He didn’t see the purpose of having either.

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