The Wizard's Tizz

STORY EXCERPT

Drax had shifted into his third form and was pounding the ground toward them, taking out a vampire on the fly. Drax was a very rare creature who had the gift of having more than a shifter’s standard two forms—human and whichever animal they shared their spirit with. Mostly, he was known as the three wolf because he had three forms. Human, wolf, and a combination of both. In the third form, he was humanoid in shape with a wolf head, but legs and arms like a human, and his hands and feet were clawed. Drax had once told Mason that he was faster, stronger, and had deeper instincts and was able to sense more than other shifters and paranormals. It was what gave Drax just that bit more in a fight, and he used it to his advantage time and again, battling more than one enemy at a time and able to shift between forms with ease.

Now Drax landed in the middle of the fight directly in front of Mason and growled loudly at his pack members. They dispersed quickly, backing away, tails down.

Baron moved restlessly in front of Mason, who was still sending magic out, zapping and electrifying vampires at a distance, keeping an eye on his team here. But he was aware of the standoff between shifters and was annoyed with himself for bringing his and Drax’s issues here, and to his friend. Leaning forward, he stroked a hand over Baron’s thick, soft fur.

“My fault, my friend. Drax won’t interfere in my fighting anymore, nor attack me.”

Drax’s head was down, pacing, eying them. He growled and lunged, knocking Baron aside, and snapped at Mason’s hand. Right, no touching others. He’d learnt that from the early stages of meeting Drax. The big, powerful wolf didn’t like Mason being close to others, touching, or being touched. He tolerated Baron—felines were touchy-feely—only because Mason had put up a stink when Drax had cornered him about it one day.

Before they could fight, Baron up and stalking low to the ground, Mason clapped his hands together.

“Lightning.”

A crack of lighting struck between the pair, creatures that had been fighting halted a moment, staring in shock across the battlefield before quickly returning to their opponent. Another handy gift, all part of energy. Mason knelt on one knee and held out a hand between the pair.

“Enough. Stop. We have bigger issues. Drax, stay away from me or I’ll blast you. Baron, protect your brother, my friend.”

Mason rose and moved away with speed, but kept an eye on the pair. Shit, that had not been good, and the speculative looks he received as he fought didn’t bode well for creature relations between his coven and the pack. Xavier was correct. The fallout was going to be much bigger than Mason had expected.

When they finally got the vampires down and under control, Mason had a chance to look around at the carnage and check how many on his side were injured. Quite a few by the looks, including himself. He checked Drax from a distance, not able to help himself, and as usual, the man didn’t have many scratches or bruises, too good a fighter. Baron the same. And wolves were being wary and cautious of him.

Keeping an arm down over his side that hurt like a motherfucker, he used his magic to block the pain. There was too much to do at present to deal with the injury. First, he checked that Tudor was okay. The young wizard had used his magic to hide himself, going around and causing the vampires trouble by fixing the creatures together. Tudor appeared fine. He had a few scratches, and was drained, so, he was now asleep in the back of one of the fae’s SUVs. When using a lot of magic, his kind could literally drain themselves of energy and would simply shut down and take a nap. Mason’s younger cousin Laurie noticed he was injured, but Mason managed to shoo Laurie away and moved over to speak to his group about the cleanup and how they could help the fae secure the property until more of their guild arrived. He was in the middle of speaking when he was grabbed from behind, put on the ground on his back, and his shirt torn off.

“I’m fine. It is just a scratch.” Mason pushed at Drax’s hand and stopped, holding them up in surrender when he was growled at furiously. “I’m okay, Drax.”

Right now was the time to go cautiously. Shifters were notoriously aggressive when a mate was injured, and a feral Drax was not something he needed right now.

“That smells bad.” Baron crouched on the other side. “Here, I’ll clean him off—”

“Touch him and I’ll tear your throat out,” Drax snarled.

“Look, we can fight later. Right now we—Drax?” Baron looked stunned. “You’re eyes are feral. You need to take a deep breath or I have to be all Alpha on your ass.”

Prince Caspar the fae, Cas to friends, stepped close to Baron and nudged him back.

“It is wise, is it not, to not touch or go near a shifter’s mate?” Every eye turned, mouths falling open. Cas frowned. “You were not aware they are mates? I see Drax has not claimed Mason fully, but the mate threads are there.”

Oh great, just great. Here and now was so not the time for that to come out. Mason heaved a sigh.

“We don’t see mate threads, must be some magical fae thing. We go by scent, which changes after mating and the claiming mark. What the fuck, Mason? You’re my best friend! Why didn’t you tell me?” Baron hissed.

“Mine! He’s mine.” Drax was cleaning up the long, deep gash along Mason’s side with the shirt he’d torn off and the bottled water Mason had been holding. “You’re losing too much blood, mate. What the hell were you doing just standing around talking for?”

Mason winced. “Stop poking it. I’ve blocked the pain but—Oh, damn, block came off.”

Mason’s eyes rolled back in his head and sweat began to bead on his forehead and chest.

ADULT EXCERPT

The passion between them lit up like a lightning strike. Drax didn’t remember walking to the bedroom. Suddenly they were there and on the bed, Mason beneath him returning kiss for kiss, his hands jerking Drax’s shirt up, and then expertly undoing the buttons on his jeans and pushing them down, releasing Drax’s heavy, throbbing cock.

There wasn’t any possible way to slow down. Between Drax and Mason their passion, their chemistry had always been lightning hot and fast. They could take it slow next time, and he would. He’d worship every inch of his mate for hours, bring his wizard to pleasure again and again. Now though, he needed inside this man who was his and to bond them forever.

Fortunately, Mason was of the same mind. Their clothes were hastily tossed aside. Mason rolled over onto his stomach and reached across the bed to the side table where the lube was always kept, flashing that slender little ass in Drax’s face.

So of course he took the opportunity given him and planted a hand on the curve at the top of Mason’s butt, enjoying the feel of smooth skin and being able to touch him mate intimately again. Slowly he shifted his mate’s legs apart until Mason was spread in front of him, the little pink star on display.

“Oh the moons, Drax, I’ve missed you.”

“Never as much as I’ve missed you, my wizard.”

Learning forward, Drax pressed a kiss to each smooth cheek, then trailed his lips and tongue from balls to hole, licking, sucking and finding those sensitive spots that had his mate wiggling and groaning beneath him.

Using his fingers and mouth, plus the lube that Mason dropped beside him, Drax sucked one of his mate’s smooth balls into his mouth while rubbing his fingers along the man’s crack. He loved the taste of Mason, a sharp tang that burst on Drax’s tongue, and the man’s come was a delicacy. Sucking one ball deep—Mason had ultrasensitive orbs—he lightly rubbed over the pink star he wanted to fuck until it was red and puffy and filled with Drax’s scent and seed.

With a flick of Drax’s tongue over one smooth orb, Mason yelled out as he unloaded on the bedcover, his clean, tangy scent filling the air and managing to arouse Drax further. Growling around the balls he nibbled on, he pressed a finger inside and wiggled, Mason spurting just a little bit more.

With his own dick throbbing painfully and knowing he had to get inside his mate, Drax got to work, stretching Mason to take his dick with his fingers and tongue and driving Mason’s cries higher until he finally nodded.

“Now, I’m ready.”

They’d had sex many times before, had made love, but this was the time Drax had longed for, looked forward to, and wanted it to be explosive and wild, filled with passion and wants. They would finally bond. Going up on his knees, he took his dick in hand, pressed it to his mate’s stretched, lubed hole, and pushed inside. He was a big man, long and thick, and though he wanted nothing more than to push in and take them both on a fast hard ride, he waited, hands on Mason’s fairly skinny hips.

Mason wasn’t waiting. The wizard muttered something and pushed back to take more of Drax before pausing. Drax rubbed Mason’s back, soothing, and moved a little at a time until finally he was all the way in and their balls were bouncing together. He groaned, head back, fingers touching where they were joined. He could feel the last remaining tendrils of their bonding begin and sink into them. He savored it as he moved ever so slightly, just enough to cause friction, touching where they were joined.

Mason felt it too, panting. For the bonding to finish, Drax needed to empty inside Mason.

He moved, hard now, deep, both hands gripping Mason’s hips so tight they would leave red marks.

Every thrust, every movement bought him quickly to climax. He could feel Mason’s need rising like his own. It was the most amazing sensation as his cock was gripped in the tightest ass he’d ever had the pleasure of tapping. When Mason squeezed his muscles, moaning and lifting a little higher, Drax held on tight and slammed into his mate, desperate for more, no longer holding back, the pleasure between them rushing through him and driving his needs even higher.

After a few hard thrusts and hitting that knot of nerves, the wizard gave a breathless cry of pleasure, magic shooting off around him as he released streams of tangy come on the bed. Muscles squeezed Drax until he could barely move and his cock swelled. As his orgasm hit him like a lightning strike, he leaned over his mate and sunk his elongated fangs into the claiming mark he’d left there and pounded through his and Mason’s next orgasm.

A Vampire's Christmas

STORY EXCERPT

“Ah, sweets, let me take you out—”

“No.” Con kept his head down and searched through the folder. “I’m studying.”

“Studying is good, so is having a bit of fun. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, I really want to take you out, get to know you—”

“No, not interested. Now leave me alone.”

“Ouch, harsh, but I don’t give up so easily. What’s that old saying about worth fighting for?”

Did the vampire never take a hint? Or a blunt rejection? Why was he so interested anyway? Con had the social skills of a dead toad and dressed like a grunge reject. How could the gorgeous, smartly dressed, intelligent vampire who could have anyone, be so blind?

“Right, I see.” Con slapped his pen down on the table and glared at the creature across from him, who looked mildly attentive and was smiling cheerfully. That was so annoying. Why was the creature always smiling? University was a serious place! “I’m not a challenge. Get it? You’re wasting your time and mine ’cause I’m not going to say yes. So go back to your group of snotty nosed rich kids and leave me the hell alone.”

A big man sat down sideways in the chair beside Tyler. “Hey, Tyler, what’re you doing in this library?”

Tyler fixed his pale green eyes on the man. “Hi, Grey, I’m just studying with a friend. Do you know Constantin?”

Con was not a grumpy person normally. He didn’t have a short fuse, in fact, it took a lot to rouse him to temper. He tended to be overly cautious, hesitant about a lot of things, thoughtful and helped little old people across the road and with their groceries. He could smile, though he wasn’t a happy jolly person, and he could be nice but he just didn’t want to encourage Tyler’s unfathomable interest in him. Yeah, it was nice in some ways and yes, he was attracted to the vampire, but nothing was going to happen between them, it was for the best. Maybe he needed to try a different way of dealing with Tyler as the snapping and ignoring weren’t working.

“Nope, I’ve seen him around.” The big man named Grey put his hand out across the table to Con. “Nice to meet you, I’m Grey Travers.”

Con shook Grey’s hand, head down a little hiding beneath his curls. “Con Hutton.”

Grey gave a light squeeze and removed his hand from Con’s loose grip. “Any helpful info on how to get Tyler to go out with me? I’ve been asking for weeks but he’s always too busy.”

Con actually snorted a laugh, quickly covering it up with a cough. Tyler met Con’s dark eyes and smiled.

“So how about it, Ty? Tonight? Pizza? Pack or yours? Somewhere in the city?”

Tyler turned fully to Grey and patted his arm. “Can’t, buddy, but thanks. We’ll talk soon and I’ll tell you all about why, okay?”

“Sure. Is it the ribbing the pack and coven give each other?” Grey took it well though it was obvious he was disappointed.

Con could understand why. Tyler was beyond hot. The vampire was cheerful, very social, fun, and made friends easily because he was genuine and actually seemed to like everyone. That was rare, people at times could have a beef with others over the smallest thing.

Laughing, Tyler shook his head. “I love the squabbles!”

“Okay, well, I’ll let you guys study. Oh.” Grey sniffed closer toward Con. “Small amount of djinn?”

Grey was apparently some kind of paranormal, they were always sniffing for scents and shit. Con nodded.

“That’s cool! You guys are fairly rare. I’m studying creature genealogy and science and we’ve just gotten to the magic wielding creatures. It’s amazing what djinn can do. Can you teleport? Stop time? Gods, there’s a long list of gifts.”

“Djinn don’t always receive their gift until they have either mated or they’re at least fifty,” Tyler said. “Constantin’s only got a little djinn anyway, may not have a gift.”

“True. The funny thing is, what is extremely rare these days is having a human without any creature biology in their make-up.” Grey’s phone beeped and he glanced at his watch. “Sorry, I have class in five minutes, I better beat paws or I’ll be late and shut out of the lab. Good to see you both.”

Grey moved fast. Con watched the creature go, looked around checking out who else was around then studied Tyler through his curls. Tyler hadn’t asked if Con had his gift already. It kind of irked that the vampire had just taken the lead on that, but at the same time, Con didn’t know Grey and wasn’t looking to make a new buddy so it wasn’t a big deal.

Except Con did have his gift. Yeah, mostly djinn had to wait until they were older or mated, but what most creatures didn’t know was, with his kind, it depended completely on the gift itself. And Con had his since puberty when most paranormals’ gifts hit. Con’s gift came in handy and was one of the reasons why Tyler confused him so much. The vampire hadn’t lied to him and wasn’t being deceptive about his interest in Con. So to what extent did it go? How deep?

Tyler smiled. “I’m free tonight, for you.”

Sighing, Con sat up straight and pushed his hair out of his face. “I shouldn’t have been rude, I just…I’m not going to go out with you. Sorry, thanks anyway.”

“Okay, let’s talk about why—”

“Hi there, I’ve seen you around—”

“Stop.” Tyler looked up at the student beside the table, green eyes serious, and spoke so low no one else around them would be able to hear, even if they were a creature with heightened hearing. “You asked me out, I was flattered but had to decline as I’m seeing someone else. You’re fine with that. Go. Now.”

Con watched, shocked. As soon as Tyler spoke, the student who had interrupted became a statue, his expression blank. Con gaped as the student walked away as per Tyler’s instructions, and without a word. He looked at Tyler cautiously.

“Ah, hmm, okay, that’s something we should probably discuss, but not here. Please come out with me tonight, Constantin.” Tyler fluttered his eyelashes suggestively. “It’ll be fun, sweets.”

“You just—he just…you took over his mind,” Con stammered, stunned. Holy hell, there was much more to this vampire prince than his cheerful smile and good looks. And way more than Con could handle.

Sighing, Tyler nodded and leaned forward. “We can talk about that, but not here. Can I pick you up tonight—?”

“No, err, thanks, but I can’t. I have to go.”

While Con jumped up and scrambled to shove everything into his tattered old favorite backpack, Tyler kept saying he liked Con and they should talk, away from here. When Con put his backpack over his shoulder and turned away, Tyler sighed heavily and flopped back in his seat. Con was grateful the creature wasn’t going to try anything. Creatures were stronger and faster than humans and Con’s gift of telling if someone lied or was deceitful sure wasn’t going to help against creature super strength and mind control!

He made it out of the library without Tyler continuing to follow him and quickly put distance between them.

ADULT EXCERPT

Having his mate naked and spread out beneath him, giving himself to Tyler, was a thrill unlike anything he had ever experienced before. But it was more than sexual and exciting. Constantin had opened himself up to Tyler emotionally and mentally, was wanting to begin cementing their connection.

That gave Tyler more of a thrill than finally being able to fuck Constantin—well, okay, it was on a par! Fucking his mate was something he wasn’t ever going to get enough of.

Gliding his fingers over his mate’s slender thighs, Tyler enjoyed Constantin’s groan and relished being able to touch. And taste, which he did by swiping his tongue across the tip of his mate’s red, leaking cock. He groaned. Delicious. Reaching over for his dress pants, Tyler continued licking his mate’s cock, enjoying it as the tasty treat it was. Finding the single packet of lube he kept in his pocket, he tore it open and drizzled some over his fingers. Reaching out he spread the lube between his mate’s ass cheeks and finding the little star he wanted to shove his cock into, he rubbed.

“T-Tyler—oh, yeah.”

Taking Constantin’s cock into his mouth, Tyler suckled slowly, teasing. He used his tongue to play with the tip and sensitive nerves just under the mushroom head while he let his fingers wander to his mate’s balls, which he caressed and fondled causing his human to babble incoherently and wiggle, pressing himself further into Tyler’s mouth.

Liking the reaction, Tyler sucked Constantin’s cock down, using his tongue to press and caress the bundle of nerves and swallowed. Constantin’s balls shot up, the man crying out and clutching at Tyler’s hair.

Continuing to pleasure with his mouth and tongue, Tyler trailed his fingers back to that perfect, pink little star he could hardly wait to slide into. Rubbing a finger over the opening he added just enough pressure and drizzled more lube. After a few moments, he was able to slide his finger inside. Constantin stilled. Tyler hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder and once more had his mate mumbling mindlessly in pleasure.

His mate’s scent, his taste and the feel of Constantin all added to Tyler’s needs. The way Constantin responded and caressed Tyler’s hair, raising his ass as Tyler located the little knob of nerves inside, had his cock throbbing and leaking, demanding he hurry along preparing his mate.

But he didn’t want to. Sure, his cock may fall off and he may actually come just from the combination of everything Constantin, but it was worth it, Tyler was one hundred percent certain of that. The man was gorgeous, his body a display of masculine beauty, his responses genuine and the way he touched was addictive. Tyler would always crave his mate’s touch now.

He took his time and enjoyed touching his mate, bringing Constantin pleasure. He sucked, licked and explored every inch of his mate, all the while opening him to take Tyler easily. When he felt Constantin was ready he stopped teasing and took his man’s cock fully into his mouth and sucked, swallowing as he rubbed that little knob inside his mate’s ass. Constantin gave a low groan and pulling back on his mate’s cock, warm, salty come landed on Tyler’s tongue. He drunk his mate down and when Constantin finished coming, Tyler removed his fingers and used the rest of the lube to coat his dick.

Crawling up his mate’s body, Tyler positioned himself at Constantin’s entrance.

“Breathe out, sweets. Let me in.”

Pushing past the first muscle, Tyler paused, studying his mate. Chocolate brown eyes returned his scrutiny. Reaching up, Constantin hooked a hand around Tyler’s neck and guided their lips together for a kiss that left him panting, needing to get inside his mate. Slowly, Tyler pushed further, watching his mate as his dick was practically strangled by the tightest ass he’d ever enjoyed. It was a battle not to come and when he hit bottom, Tyler knew this was going to be a fast, wild ride. Constantin seemed to agree and wrapped his legs around Tyler’s hips and lifted his ass.

Tyler drew back until just the tip of his cock remained inside Constantin, then plunged forward, hissing as he was strangled and engulfed in warmth and heat. After that, his body took over and he slammed into Constantin again and again, needing more, to be closer, to have all of his mate. It was a struggle to hold back the mating bond but Tyler did, honoring his mate’s wishes, and let himself enjoy the overwhelming pleasure of being with his mate.

Constantin met each thrust, his ass sucking Tyler in over and over, the mate’s head thrown back, chocolate eyes closed. The sight broke the last of Tyler’s reserve and as his balls rolled, he reaching out he slipped one hand to the back of Constantin’s head and jerked it to the right exposing his mate’s throat. Constantin’s breath hitched, Tyler pausing a moment but when his mate didn’t move, he struck, sinking sharp fangs deep into the man’s neck.