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The Z Pac Alpha Shifters Complete Collection (MM)

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In Taming Tarek, with Tarek Falco focusing solely on seeking revenge against the Panthatarian that killed his mother, Micah Tulsen steps in refusing to let the past eat away at Tarek and destroy him. The questions remains: can Micah tame his wild beast? Or will Tarek’s unrelenting rage end up destroying them both?

In Predestine, in a time of need and a moment of desperation, Slade and Riker find their two paths crossing. With one, another an unspeakable bond is born and soon they are faced with the question of whether what they have is a result of one moment in time, or if it was predestined.

In Forbidden Fruit, Ty and Rourke’s uniting might have been fleeting if it hadn’t been for a forbidden fruit that Ty had brought along the way. Unrelenting passions and unmistakable lust set the stage for these two as they test the boundaries of species while exploring the depth of their connection.

In The Alpha's Cure, with the once dormant Ericius Virus tearing through Zarantaria for the first time in over two hundred years Alec and Declan are faced with their immortality. Will this Alpha find a cure? Or will he lose everything just like his ancestors did over two hundred years before?



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Tarek swung his leg over the side of Bailey and slid off the saddle. “Are you crazy? You can’t have an open flame out in the middle of the forest!”

Micah looked around. “An open flame? I’m a good twenty yards from any tree, and I dug a pit and surrounded the small fire with small boulders. This fire is the epitome of fire safety.”

“Do you have a permit?” Tarek asked indignantly.

He was pissed that this guy was daring to question his authority. “A permit?” Micah shook his head from side to side and laughed. “Do I have a permit, he asks.”

“Who are you talking to?”


Tarek raised a brow and looked down at Micah. “You on something? Have you been smoking some of those roasted Eucayan leaves?”

Micah burst out into laughter and rested his stick across the fire. He then stood up and brushed himself off. “Look, man. I don’t know what your deal is. I mean…I do, but I came out here to relax. So if you don’t mind I’d like to be left alone. I think last night I gave you enough of my time. If you know what I mean.”

Tarek listened to the man who was apparently having fun mocking him. He’d seen Micah more in the past day than he probably had in months. It seemed odd to him that this guy just started showing up everywhere he was. He never believed in coincidences before, and he wasn’t about to start now.

“Have you been following me?”

Micah was reaching for a bottle of liquor from his satchel when he turned back to Tarek with apparent disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Are you following me?”

Micah popped the cap off of the brown bottle and tossed back a swig before answering. “Not that I’m admitting to anything here, but why pray tell would you think I was following you?”

Tarek shrugged. “It would make sense. It wasn’t until this morning that I realized you were watching me the other night on Ranier’s Ledge. Then last night you were watching me at Lake Paskee. Now tonight I happened upon you not once, but twice while I’m out in the valley. That’s a whole lot of coincidence for just a few days.”

“Hold on there, big guy. Before your ego explodes allow me to let you in on something. You found me twice tonight. Not the other way around. I was already here when you came up to me. So, while you’re rolling all these inane theories inside that big old head of yours, consider that, too.”

“I’m just saying. Seems suspicious to me,” Tarek pointed out smugly while crossing his arms.

“Seems suspicious? Does it now? Well if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.”

Tarek wasn’t amused by his analogy. He never heard his brother mention Micah Tulsen to him before, but he was suddenly becoming very curious if the two knew one another in more than just passing.

“Meaning?” he asked.

“It seems a little hypocritical for you to be calling my behavior suspicious. Not sure you have much right to pass judgment on anyone. You’re the most suspicious and dreadful person I know. But, hey I’m just one person. It’s not like the whole Z Pac thinks you’re an ass or anything. Or wait…oh that’s right. They do.”

Tarek worked his teeth together as his annoyance built. “Think you’re pretty cute, don’t you?”

“Hey.” Micah shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Whatever. I don’t have time for your shit. And truthfully, I don’t really care what you or anyone thinks about me.”

Tarek stalked back over to Bailey and stuck his foot in the stirrup. He was about to hop on the saddle when Micah offered another jab.

“I know, right. I mean who cares what an entire society thinks of you. We can’t possibly be right. I mean surely each and every one of us are wrong and you’re not an abrasive asshole. Surely we have all misunderstood your shitty attitude. And in truth you’re really a swell guy.”

He turned on his heel and pointed his finger out in warning. “Watch it!”

Micah just laughed and took another swig of his liquor. “Whatever. Go be a dick somewhere else. I’ve got some relaxing to do, and you are ruining my good time.”

Tarek glared at him. What an obnoxious ass to think he could talk to an Oath Keeper like that. “You’re just pissed because I didn’t get you off last night.”

Micah stopped himself in mid drink and tilted his head to one side. He opened his mouth, obviously prepared to say something, but just as quickly he closed it and replaced the cap back on his bottle before placing it back in the satchel.

“What’s the matter? Hit a nerve?” Tarek challenged him.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Micah’s voice came out in a whisper, but it was laced with despise.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Tarek stalked back over to Micah and closed the distance between them. Once they were face-to-face he added, “I want an answer. Have you been stalking me?”

“No, damn it! Now get the fuck out of here before I do something we will both regret,” Micah warned.

“Are you threatening me? Need I remind you that I’m an Oath Keeper? To threaten an Oath Keeper is to threaten the entire Z Pac. It goes against our bylaws and —”

“Oh my fuck! Shut the hell up! Are you always this full of yourself? What? This is Tarek Falco’s world, and we’re just all lucky enough to live in it?” Micah screamed at him.

“That’s it. I’ve had it with you. I’m taking you in. You have no respect for…for…anything!”

“Wrong. I have no respect for you!” Micah bit back.

“Oh really?” Tarek crossed his arms. He could feel the knowing prickle of his Spartician fur poking through his skin. He was furious that he was letting this fucker anger him so.




In all his years of different lovers and different species of men he’d fucked and sucked he had never felt the things that he was experiencing with Tarek. His heart was being squeezed tight, almost painfully so in a warm grip that scared and delighted him all at once.

Since Tarek’s admission he had opened a door to Micah that he knew was special. It wasn’t just his body he was going to be offering, but a part of him that no one had ever seen or been a part of. He might be arrogant and disliked by most, but soon he would be all his, and Micah wouldn’t care what anyone thought then.

He dropped his clothes in a ball with Tarek’s and knelt down between his knees. His cock brushed alongside Tarek’s and sent a shiver down his body. Reaching down, Micah grabbed Tarek’s cock with his own and wrapped his fingers around the two of them. Slowly he worked his hand down, teasing them both with gentle strokes.

Tarek lifted his ass off the ground and dropped his head back against the ground. In the daylight Micah could see more of his body. The subtle canvas of his physique was painted with curves and valleys of different muscles of varying size. His chest was sprinkled with light-brown curled hair which worked its way down into a V at his stomach. His thighs were long and strong with the same hairs covering his limbs.

It brought back memories of the night he watched him in the water. The way he played so carelessly when he thought no one was watching. That was the Tarek he wanted to know, the one that he never let anyone see.

He wondered if Tarek shifted much at all. He seemed so hard and rough most of the time, Micah doubted that he ever took the time to experience the joys that being a Spartician could offer.

They were the one of the strongest breeds of the Z Pac and their vibrant colors of gold-and-white fur decorated with black spots made them some of the most beautiful as well. Micah had found many of his own mates by their shifted form. There was something so sexy about man once he had shifted into his alternate self.

He decided that would be there next step. Together they would shift with one another. He’d teach Tarek the joys of being a Spartician, rather than hiding who he was behind his harsh exterior.

Micah continued the delicate taunt on both of their cocks until he couldn’t take it another moment longer. “I have to have you.”

His statement wasn’t a warning or a question. It was fact. He released both of their cocks from his hold and scooted closer between the apex of Tarek’s thighs. He lifted Tarek’s bottom who looked at him nervously.

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. I would never hurt you,” he promised.

Tarek nodded and relaxed his tense muscles. Micah positioned his knees underneath Tarek’s cheek so he was in an upward angle. Then he used his hands to spread them apart until he saw Tarek’s puckering hole.

Sweet God almighty. He was staring at glory. Tarek’s tiny hole was pulsating and moving in and out with the tense muscles which protected his virgin hole. He watched in admiration as it fluttered open and closed every few seconds with Tarek’s rapid breaths.

“It’s okay, baby. Trust me to take care of you.” He wasn’t demanding this time. He was assuring Tarek, calming him so he could enjoy it.

Micah brought his hand up to his mouth and spat some saliva onto his fingertips. He brought the wetness down to Tarek’s ass and pushed the moisture around his entrance, poking and probing until Tarek relaxed enough to allow Micah’s two fingers inside.

Tarek moaned and his back arched against the hard ground. Micah knew that sound and knew it wasn’t pain which was inflicting his lover, so he continued his ministrations until he worked a third and finally a fourth finger inside.

Tarek’s body started to buck and writhe under Micah’s intrusion, and it was nearly his undoing. His cock was dripping with pre-cum. He was beyond ready to lose himself in the tight heat of Micah’s ass. For some reason though he couldn’t stop himself from finger-fucking Tarek’s ass. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed, and he’d seen a lot of sexual things over the years.

“Fuck me,” Tarek moaned between breaths.

That had been the final straw. Micah wasn’t just making himself suffer. Tarek wanted it, too. He couldn’t wait any longer. There was no way he’d last a second longer.

He removed his fingers and cupped the head of his cock. Working the leaking moisture around his shaft, Micah bit out a few curses to try and rein in his orgasm. He was so close he could already sense his impending climax. It was mere moments away.

Once his cock was slick he positioned himself at Tarek’s entrance. His eyes flashed open to Micah’s and together they connected. Their eyes locked together and Micah whispered, “You are mine.”

With a fierce and primal drive, Micah thrust into him. Tarek howled something into the quiet forest and Micah held himself still. Tarek’s muscles closed in around him, sucking, massaging, and vibrating against his cock.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as the sensations enveloped him. Neither one of them moved, but Micah knew without a doubt that he was being fucked harder than he’d ever been before. The million or so nerve endings inside Tarek’s tight channel were working him over and showing him who was in charge.

He opened his eyes, not even realizing that he’d shut them and looked at the trees around him. He felt light-headed and delirious as he continued to ride whatever wave Tarek was taking him on.





He shook his head and walked out his front door. He knew if he stayed a moment longer he’d succumb to his own grief and lose it right there in his living room and in front of Alec.

Slade’s house sat just on the north edge of Zarantaria where the Toban River met with Ranier’s Ledge. He’d chosen the spot for its close proximity to the Ulstrea Sea and Sergin Valley. He was always at peace when he was outdoors. Residing in a location smack dab in the middle of the various places of wonderment offered him the ideal excuse to slip away from time to time and just get lost in his surroundings.

Right now he needed that more than anything. He wanted to forget what he’d come home to tonight and go back to a time when his life was normal again. Back to a time when his father wasn’t dead and his mother wasn’t heartbroken. He looked up to the stars and saw the western star flicker in the night sky.

He started to leisurely stroll toward the forest, not exactly sure where he was going. Thoughts and memories of his father flooded his mind. He wished that he was a magician and not a blacksmith. If he was then maybe he could concoct a potion or create a spell to turn back time. Would that even save his father though?

Slade remembered something his dad always used to say to his two sons whenever one of their family pets died. He’d tell them that sometimes things died. It was the circle of life, and even though he hated losing them, he reminded his boys how lucky they were to have the gift of having them in their lives.

His dad was full of wisdom. He always knew the right thing to say and exactly how and when to say it. What Slade wouldn’t give for a piece of that wisdom now. Gage Marx would probably come up with something witty and then tell everyone to stop crying over him. That was just the type of man that he was, giving, humble, and completely selfless.

A flash of light caught his attention, and Slade turned his head. His house was now in the far distance. He hadn’t realized he’d gotten as far as he did, but he could see that his bedroom light was now on as Alec prepared for bed. He felt a little guilty for leaving them both home. He knew he should be there, but his mind was so muddled right now that he needed to clear it. He’d be no good to anyone if he couldn’t think straight.

The bedroom light turned off, and suddenly his house seemed that much farther away. The small, two-floor structure seemed to dwarf next to the massive forest Slade stood beside. The bright moon shone over the forest and cast thick beams of light through the trees. Even despite the beauty of the forest, Slade was seething with anger. His heart pounded inside of him, while his blood boiled in his veins.

His father was dead. Suddenly and without warning, he no longer had a dad. It wasn’t fair, dammit!

Slade abruptly ran through the tree line and wailed into the quiet night. A guttural scream ripped from somewhere deep inside of him. It was fueled by an inexplicable grief that he never knew was possible until that night.

His emotions took control of his body, and anything he wanted to do didn’t matter. His body began to shift. He could feel the prickly sensation of thick hairs poke through his skin with each step that he took. Even if he wanted to fight it, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. His sorrow and fatigue made it impossible to fight.

In mid stride, Slade kicked off his shoes. As he continued to run he rid himself of his jeans and then his shirt, dropping them along the way as he ran through the trees. Now naked, he felt the thickening hair growing longer and filling up his body. His bones stung with a burning pain as he fell forward. He languished for a moment, working his head around in a circle as he stretched his neck and body in an attempt to reacquaint himself in his Spartician body. His nails sprung outward from the round pads of his paws. The sensation offered an odd portion of pain and tickling all at once, and he dug his claws into the thick brush of the forest floor.

Arching his back, he stretched every limb and remembered how it felt to become something completely different. His body shook instinctively when his tail sprouted out from his lower backside. He wasn’t sure how, but somehow he had managed to forget how shifting tickled up the back of his spine. His nose twitched when his whiskers took their shape, growing outward on the sides of his face.

Slade looked up at the sky, watching as the western star reached the tip of Culipt’s Bow and aligned with the constellation. It was now midnight in Zarantaria, and despite his pain he somehow felt better.

Slowly he took a step forward, listening for sounds in the night. For several minutes he strolled leisurely in the forest, the hum of his purr reverberating off the trees and bouncing back to him, causing an eerie echo.

He increased his pace finally, jogging through the vacant forest and forgetting about the tears in his mother’s eyes. The carefree feeling made him wonder when the last time was that his father had shifted. It was said that once one got older one’s ability to shift became less and less, but Slade never knew if that was true. Shifting was said to be good for a Spartician’s health, so he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something he should have or could have done to make sure his dad wasn’t taken from them so abruptly.




“Damn…look at you.” Riker began stroking himself. “Fuck, your cock looks so good. Way better than even I pictured it.”

“You pictured me?” Slade asked, both excited and curious about what Riker had thought of.

Riker looked down at Slade’s cock and licked his lips. “Oh yeah. You better believe I did.”

“Tell me about it.” Slade darted his tongue out and gently sucked on Riker’s head before adding, “Tell me everything.”

The deep passion Slade saw in Riker’s eyes was bringing out the dominant streak he kept hidden. He wanted to hear Riker’s fantasies. He wanted to know what made him hot, what made him hard, and what kept him up at night.

Riker reached around and pulled Slade’s head closer while both of the men continued to stroke their own cocks. Slade opened his mouth and willingly accepted Riker’s cock back into his mouth. Even without moving his head, Riker slid back and forth inside his mouth. Slade could feel Riker’s cock swell even thicker under the slow and gentle ministrations Slade offered.

“Mmm…that’s it.” Riker dropped his head back and pushed his hips more forward. Then he looked back down and asked, “You want to hear what I’ve been thinking about at night?”

While Riker continued to gently fuck his mouth, he continued to massage the back of Slade’s scalp. Unable to talk, Slade nodded his head in answer. He wanted to hear it all. Anything and everything that Riker thought of, he needed to know. Because whatever it was, Slade would give it to him.

“So many things, Slade. I imagined so much. All the different ways I could take you. All the different ways you could take me. I imagined different positions, different angles. Different places while you and I fucked one another over and over again. All that mattered was that it was with you. Only you. Fuck, but I’ve wanted you so damn bad.”

Slade looked up at him. Through watery eyes he tried to tell Riker how much he wanted him, too. His words came out as mumbles as he fought the battle between his need for Riker and his need for oxygen.

“What’s that, baby?” Riker gently rubbed his hand along Slade’s jaw line and caressed his cheek.

Begrudgingly, Slade released Riker from his mouth and licked his taste from his lips. “I want that, too. All of it. Everything you said and more.”

Riker offered a sexy grin. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Slade’s words caught in his chest. It would have been so easy to say yes and admit his true feelings, but he felt frozen as he stared up into those magnificent eyes that seemed to put him under a spell. Did he want to fuck him? Hell yes he did, but he wanted so much more than just a fuck. He wanted all of Riker. He wanted his heart, his soul. He wanted to mark him for his own, so no one dared to go near him ever again.

“Hey…” Riker lifted his chin. “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”

Slade shook his head in answer. “No. Not at all. You said everything right. I do want that. I want you. I want more than you may realize.”

“Maybe we both want more. Maybe you should just take whatever you want,” Riker suggested.

The idea filled Slade with mixed emotions. Happiness, desire, and possessiveness consumed him all at once. He cocked up an eyebrow and looked up at the beautiful man who stood before him. He wondered if Riker was serious, or if it was merely a playful challenge. Whatever it was meant as, Slade was done being passive. Riker told him to take what he wanted, and he intended to do just that.

Riker’s fingers worked their way through Slade’s hair, combing it gently while his fingers gently massaged the back of his head. Slade looked up at him for only a moment and then told Riker exactly what his intentions were.

“I’m going to suck you off. I’m going to make you come so hard. And when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like no one has ever fucked you before.”

Slade didn’t wait for a response. He averted his gaze back down and lifted Riker’s cock up in one hand. Then, starting at his ball sac, Riker teasingly licked at them, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth before he allowed his tongue to swipe along the tight skin which led from his balls to the underside of his cock. He continued his relentless seduction for several minutes until he turned his head and brought his tongue to the base of Riker’s cock.

With pursed lips, Slade closed his lips around the thick vein, which worked its way up the underside of Riker’s length. Slowly and methodically, Slade sucked his way up Riker’s dick until he reached the top.

The journey may have lasted only seconds, but it was obviously driving Riker crazy. His fingers clutched at the back of Slade’s hair while he groaned and bucked his hips forward. Slade had never spent so much time drawing out a lover’s pleasure before. It was something he vowed to change with Riker.

With Riker’s hands holding him firmly in place, Slade opened his mouth just wide enough to suck in his cock. He went slowly at first, careful to draw out the pleasure and pain as he took in the delicious taste of Riker’s cock. Then when he wasn’t sure if either of them could take it much longer, Slade picked up his pace, taking Riker fast and deep into his throat.

For several minutes Slade continued to bring Riker close to the edge and slowly bring him back down again. Each time he felt the swell of his dick fill his mouth, Slade relaxed his hold and drew the pleasure out that much longer.





“Hello?” he called out, certain he heard something.

When he didn’t hear a response, he repeated his call. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Again he didn’t hear a response. He waited for a moment, wondering if the noise would come again. When nothing came he wrote it off to the sounds of Zarantaria and continued on his path.

He was really looking forward to these few days off from work. He’d been working double time the past two weeks while Callen had taken some time off as well. The butcher shop he took over from his father had been busier than usual in these past several months and if things didn’t steady themselves soon he was going to have to find additional help to run things. Neither he, nor Callen, could keep up with the pace they’d been running lately. The extra business was great. That part of it he couldn’t complain over. It was the extra hours, lack of sleep, and complete nonexistent social life that bothered him the most.

Actually if he was going to be completely honest with himself, it wasn’t the social life he lacked, nor needed. It was the physical contact, or lack thereof. It had nearly a year since he had been with another Spartician. He’d stopped counting the weeks and months once they’d gone into double digits.

At first he had assumed he was just going through a rough patch. He’d had a few mates in the past, ones that he would get together with occasionally. After a while he’d grown bored with them though and just stopped reaching out to them altogether. One of them still appeared to be available, but a couple of the others had seemed to settle down with one another. He had been sad that they’d moved on for only a few minutes when he realized that he wasn’t really upset about it at all. In fact, he was happy for them. They were great guys.

It was always expected—whether it be from tradition or just the way of their lives—that eventually they were to all settle down with just one Spartician. The choice of male of female was always theirs. Free will was important when choosing a mate, and while most always chose to be with a male, there were those few who chose the women of Zarantaria. Those were the exceptional men, the ones who allowed their kind to keep going on.

He’d always found it to be a cruel twist of fate that a majority of the men on Zarantaria preferred men, yet it was only with a female that they could reproduce children.

His father had been one of the latter. Choosing to spend his life with their mother had guaranteed his and his brother’s existence. His father had genuinely loved his mother. Unlike some of the men of Zarantaria who chose women for selfless reasons, his father’s had been completely selfish. Not a day went by that he didn’t cherish every moment he’d had with their mother. He saw the same thankfulness in Tarek’s eyes every time he looked at Micah as well.

His brother’s relationship with Micah intrigued him. It was nice seeing them happy together. And he knew that he should be envious for the same type of relationship. For some odd reason, and one he couldn’t quite explain, he wasn’t envious at all. He knew their relationship was strong, and the kind of love that most of the single Zarantarians would hope for, but it just didn’t appeal to him. There was something about spending his whole life with just one Spartician that seemed rather boring to him.

One of the reasons he had never settled down was because he bored so easily. Rourke had always needed adventure and excitement in his life. After so many times with one Spartician, he grew tired of them. Breaking up his physical interludes amongst several allowed him the variety he craved in a relationship.

As he finished taking the final steps from the main road to where it led out into the great wide open again, he heard a noise once again. This time it was distinctive. A footstep had landed on something, which had cracked from the pressure. Maybe it had been glass.

He turned back slowly, expecting to see someone standing there, but to his surprise he saw no one. He didn’t like games and even more so he hated being screwed with, which is exactly what he felt like someone was doing to him just then.

“Who’s there?”

No one answered, not that he was surprised. It just annoyed him all the more. “Look, I know you’re out there so you might as well show yourself. Unless of course you’d like me to call my brother, head of the oathkeepers.”

Even though no one responded, Rourke couldn’t ignore the eerie feeling that was coming over him. He felt as though he was being watched. Every part of his body screamed at him and he was suddenly on high alert. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck as his instincts began to kick in.

A vulnerability surrounded him in that moment and he suddenly felt very exposed standing out there on the desolate road all by himself. Turning back around, he quickened his pace. He may have been completely relaxed only minutes before, but now he was on high alert and couldn’t ignore what his instincts were telling him. Someone was out there. Someone was watching him.




Rourke stared out into the woods. Trees blanketed the area around him and made the forest seem darker than it actually was. If someone was lurking out there, he would never see them from where he stood. He was going to have to venture out into that same darkness in order to find whoever was stalking him.

He had just been about to take that first step when goose bumps formed on his body and the eeriest sensation washed over him. Completely frozen, Rourke stood, waiting silently for what he felt was right behind him.

As he opened his mouth to speak, the words were stolen right from him when he felt a warm breath hit the back of his neck. He should have been terrified at that moment. He had no idea who this person was. Yet the heat he felt from that simple gesture gave him a completely different reaction.


He could feel it growing in himself just as he sensed it from his silent observer.

Rourke slowly turned, not entirely sure what he expected to see.

When he was completely turned around he saw a man who he didn’t recognize. His hair was thick and black, cut short against his head. When his eyes met the person standing behind him, he was surprised to find that he was a few inches shorter than Rourke.

He looked down at him. With the flickering of the campfire Rourke could tell they were a magnificent blue, the kind that reminded him of the sea on a bright sunny day. Tonight they didn’t appear bright, though. They looked dark and mysterious. They looked tortured.

“Who are you?” he asked.


“What are you…doing here?” Rourke asked, hesitating as he felt the warm breath of this man hit his bare chest.

“I want you.”

Rourke was taken aback by his response. It was so blatant, and he offered no apology for his blunt reply.

“You…want me?”

Ty leaned in and placed his head closer to the hollow between Rourke’s neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply and let out a primal grumble.

“Do I know you?” Rourke asked, trying to ignore how turned on he was getting.


Whoever this man was, with his short answers and promiscuous behavior, it was obvious that he wasn’t from these parts of Zarantaria. Rourke was certain he would have recognized him if he was. The combination of his hair, olive skin tone and gorgeous blue eyes left the mind whirling with possibilities. This man, the one who calls himself Ty, was not the type who would be easily forgotten. This was the kind of male Zarantarian that Rourke knew he could never forget.

“Where did you come from?” Rourke asked.

Ty shook his head and lifted his hand. He cupped the side of Rourke’s cheek and massaged his thumb across Rourke’s stubbles. “That doesn’t matter.”

“What do you want?”

“I already told you,” Ty answered matter-of-factly and pressed his body into Rourke’s.

When Rourke felt the outline of Ty’s hard cock press against his upper thigh, his own dick swelled with excitement.

He had no idea who this man was. He had no idea where he came from. All he knew was, that no matter how crazy it seemed, he wanted Ty as well. He may regret it in the morning, but right then, in the moment, he was going to take what Ty was offering. He had to. His body begged him to.

Rourke reached down between their bodies and stroked the thickness that was poking at him. A small droplet of pre-cum leaked through Ty’s shorts, enticing Rourke all the more.

He pulled away and slowly rubbed at his own cock. Closing his eyes, he recalled just how long it had been since he’d been with another male.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” Ty whispered. “Take off your jeans. I want to see you.”

Rourke opened his eyes, slightly embarrassed that he felt so vulnerable to this man. He always considered himself to be in charge whenever he dealt with sex, but at the present moment he felt like putty in Ty’s hands as he began unbuttoning his jeans.

Ty licked his lips and quirked up an eyebrow as he watched Rourke. The hunger Rourke saw in him only intensified his own. He had never minded casual interludes before, in fact he usually welcomed them.

This though, this was different. This man had come out of nowhere. Rourke had no idea who he was, where he had come from, or whether or not he’d ever see him again. For all Rourke knew he could be a figment of his over stressed imagination.

He didn’t care either way. If this man was a damn mirage, Rourke was going to fuck him. He needed this. He wanted this. He wanted him.





“Hey!” Declan called out when he saw Alec standing on the shore.

“Ahh. You caught me,” Alec answered.

Declan swam closer to the shore and stepped on the shallow sands of the bottom of Lake Paskee. The high elevation teased Alec with the tormenting sight of the v below his hips. Alec licked his lips, wishing the lake had a tide to pull the water out and give him full view of that which he craved so badly.

“Damn, babe. Keep looking at me like that and there’s no telling what I’ll do.”

“Yeah? What might you do?” Alec asked with a mischievous grin.

“Why don’t you come here and I’ll show you.” Declan winked.

An abrupt noise in the brush immediately behind Alec caused them both to still. Declan stared at Alec with wide eyes as Alec’s body tensed and he stilled his movements. Motioning toward Declan, Alec had held his finger to his lips, demanding silence.

A small noise came from the surrounding forest. The sound itself was indiscernible, but it wasn’t one of their kind. That much Alec knew. Whatever was out there lurking had to be an animal. The sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional grunt told them that.

As Declan remained still in the water, Alec was struck with a jolt of fear. The health warnings of the past several days had made most species on the island take extra precautions, but since no one had actually seen one of the Purple-Tipped Porcupines reportedly responsible for the Ericius Virus returning, Alec had questioned their actual existence.

Until now.

Alec stood only ten feet away from Declan, yet he might as well have been a million miles away. He felt helpless as he stood there, unable to move or make their presence known to whatever predator might be lurking in the forest.

His immediate concern was for Declan. He’d become Alec’s whole world for the past year. He’d been his lover, his friend, stood by him when his father passed away, and held him tight whenever he needed it the most. If anything ever happened to Declan, Alec wasn’t sure what he’d do. Losing his father was one thing, but Declan was his mate for life. It wasn’t a title they’d officially discussed or even talked about, but Alec knew it was true and he refused to let anything, even a Purple-Tipped Porcupine, stand in the way of his happiness.

Alec’s heart pounded as he stood frozen, waiting for an indication of where the predator had moved to. His extra sensitivity to threats and his uncanny ability to tell when there was danger was sending him conflicting emotions.

With the threat of the virus knocking on everyone’s door, Alec knew he should be worried and even afraid. For some reason though, one he couldn’t quite understand, he didn’t feel the threat.

He looked over at Alec who mouthed the word “shift” to him, and Alec nodded. He had been so fixated on trying to listen for a sound he hadn’t even considered doing the one thing that would give him the upper hand if it was one of the porcupines that the oath keepers suspected were back roaming Zarantaria.

Regardless of the mixed signals his intuition was sending, he needed to protect himself and Declan. Alec looked into Declan’s blue eyes, wishing he was inches away from them rather than further than arm’s length. He wanted desperately to hold and kiss him, but first thing was first. He needed to ensure their safety.

Alec closed his eyes, took a deep breath and concentrated. When he felt his blood vessels begin to burst beneath his skin he began undressing.

Kicking off his shoes, Alec quickly removed his T-shirt before bringing his hands to the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down his thighs just as his skin began to tickle with the prickly sensation of hair thickening on his body.

His bones stung with the piercing fire of a thousand flames as they morphed, changing their shape. Alec’s body leaned forward as he fell to the ground. He worked his head around in a circle. Stretching his neck, he reacquainted himself with his fur coat as his nails stretched out from the round pads of his paws and dug into the soft sand beneath his claws.

Alec shook his body as his tail began growing from out his back side. That had always been the one thing that hit his funny bone. As it extended out, it offered an itch that couldn’t be scratched.

His spine tickled as he arched his back and waited for the final steps of shifting to take form. Finally his whiskers came through his face, extending outward.

Now fully shifted, Alec stretched his morphed body and turned his head toward the area where the initial sound had come from.

He kicked his predatory alpha senses into high gear and walked toward the tree line that littered the surrounding area of Lake Paskee.

“Be careful,” Declan whispered from behind him.

His heart was beating so fast that he almost hadn’t heard him. In any other situation he’d probably find his fear laughable. Here he was, a Spartician, one of the fiercest, most dominant species of Zarantaria, and yet he was afraid of a small porcupine. He quickly reminded himself that these porcupines, no matter their size, were capable of delivering a toxic venom to whoever crossed their path.




Declan opened his nostrils and breathed in more of Alec’s scent. It was a smell he never tired of and it always drove him mad with lust.

“Fuck, baby.” Alec thrust his hips forward. “Your mouth…it feels so damn good.”

Declan loved when Alec reached this point. He could literally sit frozen with his mouth open and Alec would just keep moving, too turned on to stop as he fucked Declan’s face.

Declan braced his hands on the sides of the rock for stability, the increasing frequency and power of Alec’s thrusts forcing him to. If he didn’t hold on in some way he was liable to fall off into the water.

Alec’s heavy breathing and groans of satisfaction were getting louder in the night air.

“Fuck yes!” Alec shouted into the forest, quieting the insects and ecosystem around them.

Alec moved his hands and placed them firmly on the back of Declan’s head. This was what Declan loved. The power he felt from Alec whenever he gave himself to him. It turned him on in a way that he could never quite describe. Allowing Alec to take the lead, control every part of him, it was like the strongest and sexiest kind of bliss.

They had only been a couple of minutes into it when Declan felt his body tense and jerk beneath him. Then suddenly, Alec pulled away.

Breathing heavily, he tried to talk. Declan thought it was adorable how flush his face was. The sweat that permeated out of his skin only made him all the sexier to Declan.

“I’m so close.” Alec managed to get out.

“Isn’t that kind of the point?” Declan teased, reaching for Alec’s cock.

“I don’t want to come…not yet. I want to fuck your ass.”

“Mmm, you do, huh?”

Alec nodded and ran his fingertips along the underside of Declan’s hardened shaft. “More than you know, babe.”

Declan smiled and watched Alec with delight. He always loved the hungry look of desperation which radiated back at him through Alec’s deep green eyes. He was in awe that Alec could want him even a fraction of the amount that he wanted Alec. Sometimes his craving for Alec seemed all consuming, while other times it gave him a sort of eternal youth, promising that as long as he was with Alec, he’d never grow old. Tired maybe, but never old.

Alec sat up on the rock and gently pushed Declan to lie down against the curve of the nature-made lounge chair. He then scooted closer, bringing his body between Declan’s thighs and within inches of his creamy white ass. He then wet his fingers in his mouth.

Declan knew how bad this was going to hurt. Being fucked raw, with little to no lubrication of any kind, always burnt at his tiny hole whenever Alec took him that way, but he also knew how good it felt once his body accepted Alec.

The pleasure was definitely worth the pain.

With his fingers full of his saliva, Alec dipped his three middle fingers just barely inside the entrance of Declan’s ass. Instantly Declan could feel the tiny muscles protest from the abrupt intrusion. No matter how much his body resisted, Declan didn’t care. He had every intention of accepting Alec right here and now. Lubrication be damned.

Slowly Alec continued to work Declan’s ass, toying with it, playing with it, stretching it and teasing it all the while Declan waited for what he wanted the most. Alec’s cock.

Alec’s gentle ministrations were beginning to work and his body no longer screamed at him to pull away. Instead he was beginning to move with those long fingers as they fucked his asshole.

“Are you ready, babe? Please say you are. I’m dying here. I’m leaking so bad for you,” Alec said.

Declan’s body instantly lit on fire. The flames licked at him from the inside out. It was one thing to want Alec as much as he did, but to have Alec want him with the same urgency and desperation was another thing entirely. If Alec wasn’t begging, Declan sure as hell would.

“I’m ready. God, am I ready.”

Alec was always the one in control. Declan liked it that way. There was always a time for him to take the reins after he’d had some liquid courage to guide him along. With Alec, though, it came natural. He was as strong and powerful in the bedroom as he was in everyday life.

Declan closed his eyes and arched his body back, preparing for the inevitable jolt of pain that would course through his body. This would hurt so good.

Alec pressed his cock against Declan’s entrance. The droplets of pre cum washed across the head of his dick, providing a slick entrance in their otherwise lubrication-free current existence.

He pushed forward slightly, forcing only his thick head inside Declan’s ass. Both of them made sounds which could only be described as animalistic.

Declan opened his eyes, not even realizing that he’d closed them. Alec was staring at him, looming over him as his beautiful jade eyes remained focus on him in an almost primal show of possession.

Alec’s stare did so many things to Declan, but this was one that seemed to mean so much more. With no words being spoken, Declan returned his gaze, agreeing to something, he just wasn’t sure what it was. He didn’t much care. There truly wasn’t a thing that he wouldn’t do for Alec.

Giving pleasure to him, whether with his body, his words, or his very soul, it was something that had come to mean everything to Declan.

He may not say the words aloud, or even think them very often, but Declan loved Alec Marx.

Maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll even tell him.

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