Not What He Thought (1Night Stand)
Mason Taylor is beta of the Castle Wolves pack. Most people would describe him as a skirt-chasing manwhore, but, in reality, it has been years since he found any kind of satisfaction with a woman. Like his alpha was, he is lonely and wants desperately to meet his mate. After seeing his alpha find love and happiness through Madame Eve, he decides to give it a try. He gives Madame Eve just one instruction—find him his soul mate. The moment he walks into the room, he catches his date’s scent and knows instantly they are mates. When he sees the person, though, he is shocked. There has to be some mistake.
Sebastian Cooke has always known he was Gay, but growing up in the wilds of Alaska, he found it hard to truly be himself. After his friend and fellow pilot, Kate, suggests he give 1NS a try, he figures he has nothing left to lose. The last person he expects to show up in his hotel room is Mason Taylor.
Can two men get over their preconceived notions of who the other is, in order to find the love they have been desperately looking for.
Reaching the right floor, he exited the stairwell and made his way down the hall. The number on his key was 220, and a glance at the first door on the left read 210. A brisk walk down the seemingly endless hall and, finally, he stood outside the right room.
He raised his hand to knock but stopped dead in his tracks. The scent he’d been haunted by for nigh on a decade hit him like someone had sucker punched him.
It can’t be.
He’d never told anyone about that night. He barely admitted it happened, even to himself, except in his dreams where he relived it time and again.
Instead of knocking, he swiped his keycard through the lock before he could change his mind. He didn’t want to risk getting the door slammed in his face before he’d even had a chance to explain.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The full effect of his date’s scent hit him hard and sent all his blood flooding to the giant erection in his pants.
This is going to be interesting.
Sebastian jumped. The click of the lock opening caught him completely off guard. He put his hand to his chest as his heart thumped wildly. He turned to see a giant of a man stepping through the doorway. Big broad shoulders, muscles upon muscles, and dark-brown hair long enough to hold onto as he fucked you into oblivion. His cock hardened at the thought. It had been a long time since he’d experienced true ecstasy with a man, since that night so long ago.
His date closed the door and turned to face him. His rapidly beating heart plummeted to the floor.
“Fuck.” Sebastian couldn’t believe it was him. Out of all the men Madame Eve could have sent, she’d found the one he never wanted to see again.
“Well, hello to you, too.”
He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything.
“I’m Mason Taylor. Your date.”
Sebastian stared at the hand his date held out for him to shake. Is this guy for real? “Un-fucking-believable.”
“Sorry, just trying to be polite.” Mason pulled it back and wrung his hands in front of him like a little boy waiting to be told off.
“You really think I have no idea who you are? Mason Taylor—man-whore extraordinaire. Everyone from here to the Canadian border has had a turn with you.” Including me. Mason cringed at his words. He hadn’t meant for them to come out with such a venomous tone, but seeing this man again up close and personal after so much time was like a kick to the gut.