One Heart, One Destiny (MM)

by Pelaam


Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 21,026
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Dillon is an omega, which makes him the general whipping boy for the pack, as well as under Brendan, his Alpha brother’s dominion. The last thing he expects is to visit a fae club, but even less expected is to find himself drawn to Drake; a sassy sprite.

Letting Drake think he’s a pack Alpha, Dillon enjoys the sprite’s company, and soon realizes he’s falling for Drake. But as omega, Dillon can’t take a mate without his Alpha’s permission. Knowing Brendan wouldn’t approve, Dillon keeps their relationship secret, only to find Brendan has already discovered the truth. And is far from pleased.

A prisoner in his brother’s home, Dillon knows he won’t see Drake again. But Drake has other ideas.

One Heart, One Destiny (MM)
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One Heart, One Destiny (MM)

by Pelaam


Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 21,026
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Sure enough, the bar appeared to be only a short walk away. As Tel and Alon decided on their drink, Dillon suddenly shivered. For a second or two, Dillon was certain he saw flames flickering at the periphery of his vision.

With a yelp, Dillon turned sharply, but instead of a fire, a man stood over to his left. The newcomer’s long red hair, contrasting with the paleness of his skin, billowed around him despite the lack of breeze. As he emerged from the trees, Dillon couldn’t help but stare at him.

The stranger wore baggy, orange pants, and nothing else. He wasn’t big or broad, and yet he held Dillon’s attention instantly.

“You’re new here. Not a fae either.” The stranger stopped, looking at Dillon intently.

“No.” Dillon stood up tall, puffing out his chest. “I’m a lycan. Here with a friend.”

The fae hummed as he looked Dillon up and down. The musical sound seemed hot-wired to Dillon’s cock, which swelled as the fae stepped closer, his amber-eyed gaze travelling shamelessly over Dillon’s body.

“I love a hairy chest. Do you have other, equally furred, places?”

The sultry tone of the fae’s voice served to make Dillon harder. He’s flirting with me. And fuck! It’s working. Dillon licked his lips, wondering how the smooth, pale skin would taste, then shook his head. What am I thinking?

“Are you shy?” The fae took another step nearer. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid. I’m a lycan Alpha.” The lie slipped out before he could consider censuring it. Dillon didn’t want his lowly position in the pack to put the fae off him.

“An Alpha?” The fae purred the word. “How exciting. You look very powerful.”

“Powerful enough.” Dillon hedged his reply. He didn’t want to tell too many lies, but the fae’s smile was brilliant, and Dillon basked in its heat.

“Perhaps you’d like to get me a drink? Tell me about your pack?”

“Dillon, Alon and I will be over by the tree. The drinks are on us. Bring your friend over if you want.” Tel winked at him and ambled away with Alon toward the great oak.

The fae grinned at Dillon. “My name’s Drake. Pleased to meet you, Dillon.” To Dillon’s surprise, despite Drake’s willowy appearance, he had a firm grip when they shook hands.

But the handshake wasn’t the only thing that threw Dillon. It was the way his body reacted. A definite thrill of anticipation ran down Dillon’s spine, heat blooming in his groin as Drake’s grin turned feral.

“Tell you what. I’ll get the drinks. Do you want to go with your friends or spend some time with me? I promise I don’t bite. Well, not unless you ask me very nicely.”

At Drake’s words, Dillon stared, blinked, and then nodded. “I’d like to have a drink with you.”

“Good. I’ll choose.” He winked before sashaying to the bar. Dillon’s gaze followed the sinuous movement of Drake’s slender hips. The baggy pants didn’t hide anything.

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