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But when they meet back up at a dinner party hosted by the Duke of Worthington and his husband, Mickey, Ethan’s employer, Alexander is determined not to let the other man get away this time.
But there are things in Ethan’s past that are determined to drive a wedge between the two men, and when the appearance of an unexpected Medolcian is brought to their attention, Alexander and Ethan will have to decide whether or not to fight for their relationship, because their connection to each other goes a lot deeper than either of them could have ever expected.
It wasn’t until he went to hand Alexander his top coat that he looked up, up, up into his brown eyes. With Alexander being the last guest to depart, Ethan allowed himself to indulge in a moment of fantasy. What would it be like to have the other man look at him with desire? With passion? Why was it that his body trembled as he looked into the older man’s gaze? Ethan felt himself drowning in Alexander’s passionate gaze and took a step back. Alexander took a step closer, and before Ethan knew what had happened, he found himself pressed against a wall in the alcove near the front door with Alexander’s hands braced against the wall on either side of his head. Ethan’s thoughts raced to the location of his employers, wondering where they were and if they would fire him for dallying with the earl.
Ethan swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to ask Alexander what he was doing, only to shiver when Alexander placed his finger against Ethan’s lips.
“Ssshhh,” Alexander cautioned him before leaning down and brushing his lips against Ethan’s. They groaned simultaneously and Ethan felt his cock harden in his pants. Alexander hummed happily before drifting the fingers of his right hand down over Ethan’s cheeks to his jaw, down over his neck to his chest, over his stomach, and down to cup his aching and leaking erection through the fabric of his breeches. Ethan hissed as Alexander squeezed lightly and pressed his lips against Ethan’s neck.
“Mmmm,” Alexander sighed. “I’ve wanted to do this since you ran and leapt into my carriage over a year ago.”
Ethan opened his mouth once again, not in protest this time, but to ask Alexander if he’d really been desiring him for that long. He was once again prevented from responding by the press of Alexander’s lips to his. The taste of him exploded over Ethan’s taste buds and Ethan felt his balls draw up tight to his body in response to Alexander’s unique flavour. Ethan found his mind curiously wondering what Alexander’s cock tasted like. Before Ethan could draw a breath, Alexander’s hand had wormed its way inside of his pants and his drawers to grasp his cock in a firm grip. Ethan moaned loudly against Alexander’s mouth and trembled.
When was the last time someone had held him or touched him thusly? With no exchange of money, no Madame calling the shots, no guard standing outside of the door… Alexander was touching him and holding him because he wanted to, because he could, because Ethan let him. Ethan and no one else. Ethan felt liberated and free for the first time since coming to work for Mickey and Evander. This right here, being able to choose who could touch him and when and why, was what made him free.
“Did you find it?” he whispered, scared that if he raised his voice the creature in question would come out and attack him, aiming straight for his face.
“No, Bunny, I don’t see it anywhere,” Zander replied as he pushed away from the bed and rose to his feet.
Devontae allowed himself a brief moment to take in the gorgeous look of his tall, broad-shouldered, muscled, tanned and gorgeous mate, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his jeans, before jerking his mind back to the matter at hand. His fingers fiddled with each other and his eyes darted around the room. He wasn’t crazy, he knew what he’d seen. It was some sort of weird squirrel that looked like it had vampire teeth and it had growled at him. Growled. Then it scampered off underneath the bed. He’d seen it.
“Can you look again?” Devontae asked softly, hating that he felt so scared and fearful. He was a former Army soldier, he’d served in a war, he didn’t get scared by regular squirrels. But vampire squirrels? Well, that was a totally different thing.
Zander sighed and looked at him. He watched Zander’s eyes soften and then the cowboy nodded his head. Devontae knew the other man was indulging him and usually he’d bristle at the patronizing but… well, it was a fucking vampire squirrel!
Zander lay down on his stomach and looked back underneath the bed and Devontae glanced nervously around the room before letting out a high pitched scream when he saw the damn squirrel sitting on their dresser staring at him.
“What?! What the fuck Bunny? Why are you screaming?” Zander asked as he jumped to his feet. Devontae couldn’t speak, he could only point towards the squirrel who sat on the dresser table watching them with an impassive look on his face. “Oh—Bunny, it’s just a regular squirrel. I doubt he—“ Zander’s words cut off when the squirrel pulled back his top lip and showed off an impressive set of fangs. “Holy fuck… ”
“See! I told you! I’m not crazy and I’m not seeing things! That’s a fucking vampire squirrel!” Devontae screamed. The squirrel started to shake and the fur on his body shimmered. The sound of bones cracking as the squirrel shifted made Devontae gasp. Backing up until his back hit the wall behind him, he reached out towards Zander, wanting his mate’s reassuring touch.
Though his back was to Devontae, Zander backed up until he stood directly in front of the smaller man. Devontae reached out to grab onto the back of Zander’s shirt, peeking around his mate’s large frame towards the now fully shifted vampire squirrel—who totally existed—that sat on top of their dresser. The shifted squirrel was petite, even smaller than Devontae, with long red hair and lavender eyes. His pale skin glowed in the Texas sunshine that shone through the window behind him and he smirked at the both of them.
“Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in our house?” Zander growled. Devontae could feel his mate’s wolf rising from within him, fur starting to grow on his skin. Devontae hummed softly, gently rubbing the planes of the large man’s back through the dark grey shirt that was two sizes too small for him. Zander calmed down slightly, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Devontae pressed his face against Zander’s large bicep and stared at the nude stranger who watched them with an amused expression on his face.
“My name is Hermes Lysimachus Eustachus Hyginus,” the other man said, his voice soft and seductive as he spoke. Devontae felt himself grow aroused and with a squeak hid back behind Zander. He felt his mate tense and sniff the air. When Zander looked at him over his shoulder with his eyebrow raised Devontae felt his face burn.
“Really Bunny? You’re turned on by the vampire squirrel named Hermes?” Zander scoffed and Devontae’s head lowered.
“Sorry Sir,” he apologized instantly contrite.
“Hey now, none of that,” Zander replied lifting Devontae’s head and smiling down at him. “I wasn’t angry, just shocked.” Devontae nodded.
“It’s really not his fault,” Hermes replied, looking at his fingernails as if he were bored. “I am not just a vampire and a squirrel shifter, I am also a siren. It would be more shocking if he weren’t turned on. He’s young, he does not have the skeptical attitude that you have Zander.”
Devontae gasped as the squirrel—vampire—siren, the… hybrid called his mate by name.
“How do you know my mate?” he growled out, all traces of his earlier arousal gone. Now he was skeptical. Skeptical and wary, paranoid and just slightly jealous. He looked back and forth from Zander to Hermes—who the fuck names their child after a Greek mythological character—trying to figure out how they knew each other.
“I don’t know him in the sense that you do Devontae, but I know all about the two of you, all of you here on this ranch actually. The Tate Pack and their acquaintances have roused the interest of some very important people. Some very powerful people and they sent me and a few of my friends to check you all out,” Hermes informed them before hopping off the dresser and walking towards the bedroom door.
“Wait! That’s all you came to say to us?” Zander asked incredulously. Hermes paused in the doorway and turned to grin at the both of them.
“Oh no. Not at all, but I have a few others to see first. Just know this, you’re all going to be taking a little trip,” Hermes hinted.
“A trip? Where? When? Why?” the questions flew from Devontae’s lips rapidly as he stepped around Zander and crossed his arms over his chest. He made sure to keep his focus on the squirrel’s face and not on his dangly bits.
“You’re going to Albuquerque. As soon as possible and well… you’ll find out when you get there,” Hermes said in a distracted manner as he looked towards the closed door across the hall from the bedroom. Devontae felt his breath catch in his lungs. Did this strange creature know what lay behind that door? He wasn’t ashamed of his relationship with Zander, was no longer ashamed of anyone knowing that he was a submissive to his very dominant partner, but this was someone who had essentially broken into their home and spouted off a bunch of cryptic shit to them. Devontae didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him.
“I’m going to go now. I have to pay a visit to Michael and Howell,” Hermes paused and turned to grin at the two of them. “You may want to grab your favorite toys from that room Zander, I think you’re going to need them.”
And with those cryptic words, Hermes shifted back into his squirrel form and scurried away. Devontae and Zander stood frozen for a second before turning to look at each other. Neither man spoke, both of them just staring at the other.
“Did that really just happen?” Zander asked, his tone filled with confusion.
“Y-yeah, I believe so,” Devontae stammered out. With a heavy sigh he walked out of the room towards their playroom.
“Where are you going Bunny?” Zander asked him.
“I need to be grounded because I feel completely out of sorts right now Sir,” Devontae replied, shock starting to course through his system.
“Okay,” Zander stated, sounding out of sorts himself. “I think I need it as well.”
“And then when we’re done, I guess we should pack,” Devontae said as he stepped into the room, taking off his clothes and folding them up neatly, placing each article of clothing: his True Blood t-shirt, jeans, and red boxer briefs, in the chair that waited just inside of the room.
“Pack? Why?” Zander questioned him as he pulled off his shirt and walked over to the far wall to look over the items that hung there. Devontae didn’t answer him at first, instead walking over to the spanking bench and leaning over it. He licked his lips in anticipation as Zander pulled down the new paddle he’d had to purchase after breaking the other one in a very exuberant scene. Devontae trembled in excitement as he put his hands into the padded cuffs that were attached to the bench. Zander walked over and fastened each restraint, spreading his legs and fastening his ankles. He rubbed the flat side of the paddle against Devontae’s ass, the other side covered in silver designs.
“For our trip to Albuquerque, New Mexico,” he stated before letting out a loud groan as Zander brought down the paddle on the fleshy part of his ass.
Wacky Writer Wednesday: The Truth Behind Tommy
Tommy Wilkins really exists.
Crazy, yes I know, but it’s true.
Tommy is equal parts my friends Richard, Angel and Jamie.
All fabulous, all out and proud, all so larger than life that you walk away from every conversation with them completely changed.
Tommy wasn’t supposed to have his own story though.
Inconceivable was originally supposed to be Ross’s story, but Tommy’s character was so intoxicating that he took over and soon became a force to be reckoned with.
Much like Richard, Angel and Jamie.
I met Angel in high school, Jamie in college and Richard while I worked at Walmart.
They are all some of my biggest supporters, they all tell it like it is, and are all so amazing that they make straight men question their own sexuality. No lie, that’s them completely.
Tommy is that same way.
Tommy’s upbringing, his history of abuse and just his own understanding of his own special brand of fabulousness causes him to be the one who goes to any lengths to make sure that everyone around him is happy, hale and healthy…which is something that I, myself, attempt to do every day.
Tommy was an easy character to write, the way that he has captured the hearts of the readers was not too shocking to me, he did the same to me. The fact that he’s become the spokesperson for the rest of my characters is a little bit of a shock though. He has become my muse and it’s Tommy’s voice, his energy and refreshing personality that I search for when I write.
Much the same as I do when I talk to Richard, Angel and Jamie, for it’s their voices, their energies, their refreshing personalities that I search for when I need that little boost to keep going.
I don’t think that Tommy could have come from a better group of men.
-Vicktor Alexander
Poll #2 For “A Very Tate Valentine’s”
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!
Don’t forget if you leave a comment either here, on my blog (vicktor-alexander.blogspot.com), on my GR profile page (goodreads.com/vicktoralexander), or on my author thread in the Rainbow Writers & Readers group (http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/735362-vicktor-alexander) you will be entered to win a free copy of “A Very Tate Valentine’s” as well as a free copy of “Impossible” which is the full length book that follows “A Very Tate Valentine’s”.
So here’s your second poll:
Prequel to “The Alpha King”
So my book The Alpha King which is Book One of the Passion’s Hero series is almost completed with its second round of edits and ready for its third round (yes, many, many, many rounds associated with this one) and I got an idea to sort of write the story before the story.
I’m still thinking of the name of the prequel, but it will be set on Earth and talk about what happens on Earth here before The Alpha King begins. I will put up the first installment on Monday and yes, it will be completely free.
Also, Tommy, Richard, Michael, Alex, and Maurice from The Tate Pack want a special book called: The Mate Diaries and I’ll put up some of their entries as well.
Because you guys know, I’m a freaking overachiever and I’m apparently not happy unless I’ve got so much on my plate that I want to pull out what little I left of my hair on my head after my haircut. LOL.
I’m off to write…again. Have a great weekend all!!!
A Very Tate Christmas
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.
Blurb:
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.
Excerpt
Richard
“…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.
A Very Tate Christmas
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!
-Vicktor Alexander
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Vicktor "Vic" Alexander
