Life was going fine for Camron MacKay. His plan to marry a nice girl, settle down and have a couple of kids seems to be right on track—until the mating urge hits the cougar shifter on one dark of the moon night. He soon realizes that the only mate for him is the gorgeous, young, hard-drinking, wild-as-hell Travis Sutherland. Camron tries his best to roll with the punches. He tries to explain to Travis how things will be. He’ll be the boss, Travis will straighten up and quit his irresponsible ways and together they’ll try to find a way to work things out, even though legend says no two clan males could ever live together without killing each other. But while Travis is perfectly willing to have a little fun with the handsome Camron, he has absolutely no desire to settle down and refuses to even consider Camron’s plans for the future. That’s when Camron decides he has no choice but to fall back on Plan B.
Camron caught his arm by the front door and slammed him back into the wall. “Where the hell are you going? You can’t run from this!”
“The hell I can’t!” Travis shoved Camron hard with both hands on his chest and took off out the door, jumped off the porch and then ran across the yard. He only made it a few steps before Camron tackled him from behind and brought him down hard, knocking the breath out of him.
Badly winded, Travis rolled to get away, but Camron was on top of him, pinning him to the ground. He sat on his chest and held his hands over his head. Furiously, Travis stared up into his face.
“I can see we’re going to have to do this the hard way!” Camron yelled down at him. “It was too much to expect that you might sit down and discuss this like an adult!”
“Get off me!” Travis gritted out between his teeth, so furious at being held down he could feel the blood pounding in his ears.
“Stop being such a drama queen, for God’s sake! I’ll let you up if you can calm down.”
Travis tried again to heave Camron off him, but the months of drinking and late night debauchery had taken its toll on his body. The simple fact was that he wasn’t as strong as he used to be—wasn’t nearly as strong as Camron. It was humiliating and made him see red. Even though they were more or less evenly matched in size, and Travis was a couple of years younger, Camron was much more powerful. Travis acknowledged the fact in his head, but his pride made him turn his face away and refuse to speak. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he still couldn’t get his breath.
“I said, are you going to calm down?” Camron stared down at him and shook his head. “Okay, so now you’re not speaking to me. Very mature, Travis.”
Camron got to his feet and pulled Travis with him by both wrists. Try as he might, Travis couldn’t shake him off and felt himself being dragged to Camron’s truck. Camron opened the door, shifted his hands to his waist and picked him up bodily, shoving him inside. As soon as he released his wrists, Travis struck him on the side of the head and kicked out with his boots, but that backfired as Camron suddenly grabbed his feet and yanked so that he fell on his back. Camron put a big hand on his chest to hold him down and jerked off both boots and socks, throwing them in the back of the truck.
With quiet determination, he managed to recapture Travis’s flailing hands and wrap duct tape around his wrists and ankles, all while Travis was trying his best to head butt him. He then wrapped another couple of pieces around his waist, and taped his arms to his body. By this time Travis was cussing him and screaming at him so loudly, he pulled off another piece and slapped it across his mouth. All Travis could do was sit there and seethe, his flashing eyes trying to promise what he’d do to Camron when he got loose.
Camron looked down at him when he finished and shook his head. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’re so damn stubborn. Now we’re going to that cabin I told you about. I’m not going to harm you, except if you keep this shit up I might have to whip your ass. We are going to talk, boy. I told your brother where I was taking you, so don’t worry about your folks.” He brushed Travis’s hair out of his eyes and gazed down at him solemnly. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”
Travis made a sound that he hoped conveyed how unafraid he was of Camron or anybody else and glared up at him furiously.
Camron smiled and shook his head. “Lord, what have I got myself into?”