I was invited to write a Flash Friday Fic piece inspired by a picture of Joe Manganiello on Facebook for today. Since it coincided so well with my own flash fiction Friday schedule I said yes.
Here is the picture that inspired me:
And here is your Flash Fiction Friday (which may turn into a book….not sure):
Scent & Claim
He could smell him. Lowering his nose to the ground, Gregg Ferniza inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as the smell of man, musk, and sweet corn filled his lungs. Gods, he could almost taste the succulent flesh of the human between his teeth, on his tongue. He could almost feel the as the other man’s body shuddered and thrashed beneath him. His mind filled with images of this faceless man, his cries rising to the heavens as he was held down by Gregg. Growling low in his throat, Gregg felt his erection pressing firmly against the zipper of his jeans, as he gulped in the air that contained the fragrant scent of his prey.
No, not prey…mate.
The man was his mate and Gregg knew that he had to find him and find him quickly. The woods were they were weren’t safe for a human, they were barely safe for him, but he knew that it was up to him to find his mate and protect him. With another low, deeper growl, he pressed against the rock in front of him and lowered his nose to the rock’s surface. His mate had been here, had sat on this rock. Gregg inhaled deeply. He could smell the headier, muskier smell of his mate in the middle of the rock, while the faint smell of salt water drifted up towards his nostrils. His mate had been crying. Over what? Or over whom? Giving a small whine at his mate’s distress, Gregg turned and quickly followed the scent of his future lover as he sought out the other man.
He’d been sleeping after a rather lucrative hunt involving bunnies and a deer when he’d first caught the intoxicating whiff of his mate in the wind. Knowing that humans were often afraid when approached by a wolf, he’d shifted and retrieved his pants and black boots, pulling both on, just enough to be covered and slightly presentable before setting off to follow and find his mate. He hadn’t detected the scent of anyone else which let him know that his mate was alone.
Which worked quite well for him. While shifters had no problem with nudity in front of others, they were fiercely protective and possessive of their mates. Gregg knew that he would maim and/or kill anyone who saw his mate while he was nude. He whined again as the smell of fear drifted towards him in the breeze along with the sound of other wolves…shifters…growling and chomping their teeth. Knowing that the other shifters had found his mate, Gregg stood to his full height and raced towards the other man, knowing that no matter what he found, no matter what his mate looked like or what he said, that he had to save him.
He ran faster as the soft sounds of whimpering and crying reached his ears. His mate was afraid and his wolf howled out in fierce rage at the thought of anyone harming or scaring his anima gemella. Tossing back his head he let loose a loud roar and could hear the sounds of the other wolves whimpering, knowing that there was an alpha wolf in the vicinity and he grinned a gruesome smile as he stepped into the clearing.
What he saw made the muscles underneath his right eye twitch and his chest vibrate with the rumble of anger. There were five men, who had obviously shifted after hearing his roar, surrounding one smaller man. The smaller man’s clothes had been ripped to shreds and he lay in a ball whimpering and crying. As Gregg looked at the smaller man, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, beating out a harsh rhythm of longing and desire. The man was his mate, his beautiful mate. As Gregg stepped closer to the human he released calming pheromones, in an attempt to calm his frightened twin soul. He sighed in relief as the other man’s trembling ceased and he turned to look up at him.
The breath in Gregg’s lungs stopped abruptly at the gorgeous sight before him. Big dark brown eyes looked up at him from a dark brown face. Wide, full lips and a wide nose complemented the oval face while long, straight black hair rested on the top of his head. Gregg was enchanted with his mate. The smaller man was absolutely beautiful. Feeling his wolf pushing at him to claim the smaller man and wanting to claim, mark and pant all over his gorgeous mate, Gregg instead turning his attention to the other wolves that still hovered nearby.
“You fuckers got a reason why you’re sniffing around my mate and scaring him to death?” he growled angrily in the wolf language of the region, hoping that the other wolves were from around the area. He hadn’t been the best student and he didn’t know too many other wolf dialects, he could only hope that the assholes did.
“Your mate? He bears no mark, there is no wristlet, he does not have your smell, nor does his belly bear the line of your child, how can you make such a claim, when you do not have one?” one of the other wolves, obviously the leader of the idiotic and stupidly criminal group stated. Gregg glared at the man. He was at the most five inches shorter than Gregg and at the least, thirty pounds lighter. Why he thought that he could best Gregg the larger wolf would never know but the little runt obviously did.
“I have only just recently smelled his scent on the wind and came to claim him when I found him surrounded by you. Have you the desire to fight me for him or would you rather stay alive and move aside while I take my mate back to my pack and my home so that he may be claimed by me?” Gregg asked, his voice sounding nonchalant, even as his fingers shifted and he examined the wickedly long claws that he now had, knowing that the other wolves would see it for the threat and promise that it was.
“Neither,” the first wolf said.
“Jebidiah!” another wolf, smaller than the first, though the two favored with their blonde hair and freckles sprinkled across the bridge of their noses. Gregg suspected that they were brothers and as his deceptively cool gaze touched on the faces of all of the shifters, he realized that all of the men that surrounded his mate were related…and it seemed as if they were all sets of twins or triplets and if his eyes weren’t deceiving him…they seemed to almost be involved…with each other.
Or just really, really close.
Gross. He thought to himself, barely suppressing a shudder from wracking his frame.
“No. He says that this is his mate. I want him to claim him in front of us, so that we will know that the mating and the claim is valid. It is the only way that I will leave without this gorgeous prize to warm my bed tonight,” Jebidiah stated angrily.
Gregg resisted the urge to stare at the other wolves in shock, realizing that they were well within their rights to demand such a thing. He groaned internally, knowing that this was not the way that he’d always wanted to claim his mate. Squaring his shoulders and glaring at the other wolves who seem to be almost vibrating with with anxiousness at the prospect of being voyeurs, Gregg walked slowly towards his mate who still stared at him intently.
“Non avere paura, uno piccolo. Non la dorrò. Devo pretendere che lei e la fa il mio. È il desiderio di Destino, ma devo farlo prima che questi idioti in modo che non provano a portarla da me.” Don’t be afraid, little one. I won’t hurt you. I must claim you and make you mine. It is Fate’s wish, but I must do it before these idiots so that they don’t try to take you from me. He said in Italian in a soft voice. He hoped that his mate spoke Italian because he was pretty sure that while the other wolves wouldn’t have a problem with him telling his mate not to fear him and informing him that he had to claim him in front of the others, they would definitely have a problem with him calling them all idiots.
“Fare che lei deve fare per risparmiarmi.” Do whatever you have to do to save me, his mate responded and Gregg whimpered low in his throat.
Kneeling over his mate, he lowered his head and softly kissed the other man, his eyes sliding close as the sweet taste of his man flowed over his taste buds, igniting his senses. He could feel the shudder wracking his mate’s frame as arousal flooded his veins and his wolf panted happily at the confirmation that their mate found them attractive. With one hand holding his weight on the ground, Gregg lifted his other hand up to the back of his mate’s neck as he lifted his head and stared down at him.
“What’s your name, little one?” he asked.
He found himself further enchanted when the smaller man’s eyes lowered shyly before he answered, “Aiden.” Gregg shivered as Aiden’s breath brushed the skin of his face. His wolf howled within him desperate to get out and knowing that it had to be done in order to save Aiden from an even worst fate than being mated to him, Gregg allowed the shift to flow over his body as he shifted into his third form. His body grew larger, more muscled, hairier. His face shifted slightly, his teeth elongating until his canines hung down over his lower lip. His hands grew twice their size, the claws coming out and he lifted his index finger, drawing it down the front of Aiden’s clothes, or what remained of them, removing the rest of them from his body. He ignored the scraps of his own clothes that had fallen around him and lowering his head he took the head of Aiden’s soft cock in his mouth and sucked fiercely.
Hearing a chorus of groans, Gregg smiled internally. Swirling his tongue around the top of Aiden’s now hardened shaft, he moaned as the taste of his mate’s desire washed over his tongue. He wanted more and he wanted more now. Releasing Aiden’s cock from his mouth, hearing the smaller man hiss when the thickened member smacked the skin of his belly, Gregg pushed the legs of Aiden’s legs up towards his chest and rubbed his face in the crease of the other man’s ass. Huffing and moaning as the smell of his mate covered his face and as he begin to lick and fuck the entrance with his tongue, his mouth as well.
“Oh god, fuck me please,” he heard Aiden moan and no longer willing to deny his wolf the opportunity to claim what was rightfully theirs. He put the head of his cock against the puckered entrance of his mate’s ass. He looked up at Aiden and gave him a small smile of reassurance as the copious amount of fluid from the top of his own cock lubed up Aiden’s hole enough for him to press himself deep within the other man.
He gritted his teeth at the snug feeling of Aiden’s ass squeezed his cock and he stopped, giving his mate time to get used to his size. It was definitely the hardest thing that he’d ever had to do.
“Move!” Aiden groaned and Gregg chuckled low in his throat as he gave his lover exactly what he’d asked for, thrusting his cock deep inside of the other man’s ass slow and as deeply as he could. He took great joy at every puff of air, every groan, sigh, and whimper that left Aiden’s mouth as he began to fuck him faster and faster. He could feel their souls twining and connecting as he continued to fuck his mate.
“Le do il mio cuore, la mia anima e tutto che sono. Le anime gemelle che diventa uno. Le vite hanno allacciato per sempre. Sempre il mio poiché sono sempre il vostro,” he recited the words of the binding ritual and felt the great gust of fiery wind rush over the two of them just as his orgasm rushed through his body and out through his cock into the tightening channel of his mate’s ass.
“I give you my heart, my soul and all that I am. Twin souls becoming one. Lives forever entwined. Always mine as I am always yours,” Aiden repeated the binding in English before his own cum splattered their chests with the force of his own orgasm and he passed out.
“Fuck. I guess he really was his mate,” he heard Jebidiah breathe out, moments before he lowered his head, licked the skin of Aiden’s neck where his vein pulsed and punctured the flesh with his canines. The taste of his mate’s blood washed over his tongue and Gregg moaned in ecstasy before lifting his head and howling in bliss, his cock thickening in his mate’s ass before releasing another torrent of cum within the other man’s ass.
Licking the bite closed, he was dimly aware of the sounds of the other wolves hissing and howling in satisfaction as they all shot their own loads onto the ground beneath them. Scrunching his nose at the smell of the other men’s seed, Gregg rubbed his family over his unconscious mate, making sure that Aiden only smelled of him. Lifting up and hissing as his softened cock slipped from the smaller man’s body, Gregg looked down and smiled at the appearance of the wristlet, an image of his symbol and the name of his pack, on his mate’s wrist.
He’d found his mate and claimed him. He should be happy, and he was, but he couldn’t stop the shudder of trepidation that overtook his mind over what would happen when his mate finally awoke and he realized what had truly happened between the two of them.
He shoved away the nervousness. He was an Alpha, a wolf shifter, how much damage could one human cause?
Here’s your second poll ladies and gents:
Richard wants to surprise Vet with something for Valentine’s Day, but he doesn’t know what to get him.
Where should he look and how should he find out the information that he wants to know, without letting Vet in on the surprise?
Here’s your chance to vote!
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So here’s your second poll:
The cowboys of Tate Ranch and their mates are celebrating Christmas and they would love to share their caroling and “ho-ho-hoing” with you. However, we’re talking about the Tate pack bunch here, so be expecting some laughter, some conflict, some new people and a whole lot of hot, sticky, steamy, man-on-man sex.
And yes, I do mean sticky.
Here’s the blurb from the book, A Very Tate Christmas (Release Date: December 24th) and I’m also going to show you guys the cover.
Aren’t I nice? I certainly thought so.
Tommy Wilkins has always loved Christmas. Not just because he loves to dress up as a very naughty elf, but because it seemed as if Christmas was the time of year when everyone was happy and went out of their way to make others happy. So with that thought in mind, Tommy sets out to make this Christmas, the best Christmas that the Tate pack has ever had.
But it seems as if one thing after another goes wrong. First, there’s no Santa Clause in the decorations and Tommy has to…bribe…Ton into agreeing to play Santa. Then Richard sprains his ankle practicing a dance for the big Christmas show. Michael’s fingers are broken when he goes to help Richard and now he can’t sign the words to the Christmas carols. And Alex loses his voice and won’t be able to sing. Tommy really wanted to give the Tate triplets a fabulous first Christmas, but it seems like all the forces of the Earth are plotting against him and he’s just about to throw in the fabulous bejeweled rainbow towel when Calvin, one of the cowboy pack members, shows up with his mate. His very abused, very skittish, very deprived mate, Maurice.
Now Tommy has to make sure that Christmas happens for the pack because Maurice needs to learn how truly loving and accepting, the Tate pack family really is.
And here’s an excerpt. Just because I like you.
“…Ten lords a’ leaping. Nine ladies dancing. Eight maids a milking. Seven swans a swimming. Six geese a laying. FIVE GOLDEN RINGS! Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree!” Tommy and Richard finished the “Twelve Days of Christmas” song with a flourish. Richard executing a beautiful pirouette and Tommy flipping his luxurious black waves over his shoulder and tossing his hands up in the air, much to the delight of the triplets who watched the two men perform for them. It was Christmas time on Tate Ranch, although, seeing all of the Christmas lights and decorations that filled up and covered all of the homes and buildings, one would think that a Christmas store had exploded all over the grounds.
Much to the consternation of all of the mated cowboys, their other halves had taken it upon themselves to make sure that Christmas was celebrated to its fullest capacity. Which of course to a dancer and a performer like Richard and Vet, meant that Christmas carols had to be sung…all day long. They sang at breakfast. They sang at lunch. They sang at dinner. They sang to the horses. They sang to the cowboys. They sang to the triplets. And they sang…to their mates.
Their very annoyed, very growly mates.
Richard looked over at Tommy with a frown on his face, minutes after the triplets had settled down to play with their wooden blocks on the floor. He was so happy that Tommy and Ton lived so close by, it was great to have his best friend only a few hundred yards away from his own home. Though both men had lived in New York for years, Richard spent so much time on the road touring, that their friendship had consisted mostly of emails, Facebook, Twitter, Skype and text messaging. And trying to buy the right outfit in a store in Milan without your best friend was just too difficult. Richard was glad that he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
Though he would miss shopping in Milan.
“You know,” Tommy’s voice cut into Richard’s thoughts, the other man’s voice melodic and soothing, Vet had told Richard once before that if Tommy had been a shifter he would have been an Omega, since his voice and his presence seemed to soothe everyone around him. Richard had merely smiled and nodded. No way was he going to tell his mate that he had no idea what an Omega was. And although he tried doing some research of his own on Google and reading different books and even watching the animated movie “Alpha and Omega”, he was pretty sure that he still didn’t have a firm grasp of what or who an omega actually was.
Unless Vet really was saying that Tommy was a lovable, amusing, playful person…well, he’d be right about that, if he was.
“…the only way to really have a good Christmas, you know?” Tommy said with a smile on his face.
Richard blinked. What the holy hell had he missed? He stared at Tommy for a moment, very aware that if he told Tommy that he’d spaced out that the other man would pout for days and never let him forget it. He was also aware that Tommy did not always have the best ideas. Why Richard would never forget the time he’d agreed to some plan of Tommy’s and had ended up in Santa Barbara, engaged to be married to some lesbian from a foreign country. He still didn’t know how that happened.
He wondered how Vilania was doing. He’d have to send her and her partner, Opal, a Christmas card. Thank the gods that Opal had been walking by when the ceremony started or he’d be married to a lesbian right now.
Richard shuddered and returned his focus back to Tommy, who, it seemed, was still talking. Man, Richard couldn’t understand how Tommy did it, he seemed to be able to hold an entire conversation all by himself. No wonder he was a performer. Richard nodded and then realized that he had no idea what he was nodding in agreement with.
Dammit! When the hell was he going to get out of his own head and pay attention?!
“…I really think that the triplets will love it and I know that our mates will love it and Michael and Alex have already agreed. Calvin was going to do it, but he left suddenly. He said something about Vet sending him off on a rescue trip. Whatever that means,” Tommy said with a frown of confusion.
Richard nodded he knew exactly where Calvin was. They had received word that a young man in their area was being sold as a sex slave to some of the neighboring packs in the area. Vet had decided to get Calvin to pose as a patron and instead have the cowboy rescue the young man. Richard hoped that it went well.
“It’s a pretty serious trip. Hopefully, when Calvin returns, though, he’ll have someone with him. Someone that we can help heal and take care of,” Richard spoke for the first time in long minutes.
Tommy nodded and Richard watched as the other young man’s eyes sparkled as he grinned broadly. “So you’re in right? I mean it’d be kind of weird for everyone to be involved except you and Vet and the triplets you know? Especially since it’s sort of for them,” Tommy pointed out.
Realizing that he’d have to actually answer this time and knowing that he may just end up regretting it later, Richard smiled and nodded, “Yep, count me in. Not quite unlike the day I told you to count me out,” he snickered, referring to the moment that he and Tommy had changed their Facebook profiles to reflect them being out and proud gay men on National Coming Out Day. That had certainly been a fun day. Especially when no one was actually shocked when they did it.
“Great! I’ll get you the costumes and the music later on today! Oh and they’ll be here around four tomorrow, so you should probably make sure that you’re ready by then okay?” Richard watched as Tommy stood to his feet quickly and gracefully, his skirt swirling around his thin, waxed legs. He remembered asking Tommy once why he didn’t want to transition into a woman.
“And lose my cock, balls and prostate? Are you kidding me? Honey, I’m still all man. I’m just a man with decoration,” Tommy had explained before turning with a flounce and practically floating out of the room in his heels.
Much as he was doing now. Richard watched as the other man floated out of the room and shook his head with a grin, the sound of the triplets laughing, causing him to turn his head in their direction. Moments before he realized that he’d agreed to Tommy’s plan.
“Dear god, what did I do?” he groaned, collapsing to the floor, much to the amusement of his children.
I certainly hope that you will all pick up a copy of A Very Tate Christmas, it will be available from ARe on Saturday, December 24th.
Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas!