The Lamb Who Cried Wolf (MM)
Mate or Meal 1

Professional Reviews

4 CUPS: "Carson and his flock are being forced out of their homes by the predator wolves. Before he can escape town, he is attacked and saved by his mate, a wolf? Brody was taught to never play with his food, but no one told him not to play with his mate. No matter, because his wolf wants to gobble his mate all up in a purely carnal way. Carson is forced to give up his family to have his mate. What is a lamb to do when his mate ignores the cries of a lamb for his wolf? I would never have put a lamb and a wolf together, but it turned into a wonderful story. Scarlet Hyacinth put a spin on the shifter story and offers an outstanding story of betrayal, heart break and love. The heat between Carson and Brody make it a steamy love story, which draws the reader into the emotions. The Lamb Who Cried Wolf is well worth the read and will thrill the heart of romance readers." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

Brody clutched the bedspreads with his fists to keep himself from pulling his mate down and just burying himself inside of Carson. His urge to dominate awoke, stronger and more intense than ever. Brody had always enjoyed bondage and power play, even if he’d mostly kept it from his pack. Some would have seen his sexuality as a sign of him wanting to be the Alpha, and Brody couldn’t be bothered with politics, not to mention that he’d never want to fight against his brother. But now, he wanted to share his desire with Carson, and Carson seemed more than willing to accept it.

“Take the lubricant,” he instructed Carson. “Open the tube.”

Carson did as he’d been told, although Brody noticed his mate’s hands still trembled. As Carson uncapped the tube of slick, Brody continued to speak. “Pour a little on your fingers. Get them good and wet.”

Carson obeyed, pouring a generous amount of liquid from the bottle and somehow managing not to make a mess either. “Now reach behind you and thrust them into your ass, like I did yesterday.”

Carson abandoned his position on Brody’s lap and sat back. He lifted his legs into the air and exposed his pretty pink hole to Brody’s greedy gaze. Two slender fingers hesitantly rubbed around the rim, then slowly pushed inside.

Brody almost swallowed his tongue at the sight. Jesus Christ. His mate was going to kill him.

“Am I doing it right?” Carson panted out. His eyes widened and he let out a cry. Brody chuckled when he realized his mate must have accidentally hit his prostate.

“You’re doing great. Just don’t rush it.”

Carson moaned and continued to push his fingers in and out of his ass. He thrashed on the bed, tiny whimpers that sounded like Brody’s name escaping his lips. Brody would have loved to take his time and watch Carson finger-fuck himself, but alas, he was only a wolf, and he had his limits.

He pounced once again, snatching his lover and pushing him under him once more. His mate let out the adorable “baah” again, but this time, it didn’t seem frightened, only surprised, and maybe even a touch relieved. In a flash, Brody retrieved the handcuffs and tied his mate’s arms to the headboard. He was thankful he’d had the foresight to buy the padded type, as he didn’t want Carson to be hurt in any way.

Carson arched against him, his naked body already slick with perspiration. “Please, Brody. I need you now.”

Brody stole a kiss from Carson’s sweet lips, indulging himself just a bit. He then retrieved two of the toys that showed most promise. Moving faster than humanly possible, he went to the bathroom and cleaned the items using the sterilizer they’d also purchased. He then returned to the room, cock ring and anal beads in hand. Carson watched him, his beautiful blue eyes looking like a stormy sea now.

Hastily, Brody slipped the cock ring on Carson. He had a distant thought that perhaps he should’ve had one for himself but discarded it. Even if he did come before he got inside Carson, his recovery time would allow him to still fuck his mate. It would be the same for Carson, but the cock ring in this case had a different purpose. The buildup of pleasure was just as important as the moment of coupling. The night before, Brody had taken Carson in the heat of their first mating, but now, he wanted to spend as many hours as possible fucking the man, touching him, licking him, worshipping all that delicious skin. He wanted to show Carson how beautiful and special it could be between them.

Grinning down at his mate, he took the anal beads and slowly inserted them in Carson’s passage one by one. Carson’s cries increased in volume, encouraging him, but as much as they aroused Brody, he took his time. On occasion, he added more lube, just to make sure.

When the last bead penetrated Carson’s ass, Brody moved them around, all the while massaging Carson’s shaft with his fist. Soon, his mate grew wild and Carson knew it was time for them to couple. But first, he wanted to try something else, to see how Carson took to a bit of pain with his pleasure.

Leaving the beads in, Brody flipped his mate on all fours and slapped Carson’s ass hard. The handprint mark that appeared made his prick throb, more so when Carson screamed. Brody might have thought Carson hated the spanking, but their connection was flooded by Carson’s ecstasy. Growling, Brody applied two more blows, beautifully reddening his mate’s bottom. He couldn’t take it for much longer. He needed to be inside Carson.

Two more hits had Carson incoherent, the cute “baahs” appearing more and more. It seemed they happened in moments of extreme emotion. At last, Brody stopped trying to resist his mate’s allure. He pulled out the anal beads and then positioned his prick at Carson’s hole. In one single thrust, he slid home.