FULL MOON MATING

STORY EXCERPT

 

“Freeze!” Sheriff Joseph Nash shouted. He could see a man leaning over a prone body on the floor of the small country market he had been called to. He pointed the gun at the man and repeated his command. “Freeze! Sheriff! Don’t move a muscle.”

Much to his astonishment, the man continued to do something over the body beneath him. Joe couldn’t figure out what. All he knew was that he had gotten a call that there had been a holdup at Garner’s Country Market, with shots fired.

“I said freeze! Do you want to get shot?”

Joe couldn’t say who was more surprised, himself, now that he was now looking at the sexiest moss-green eyes he had ever seen in his life, or the beautiful honey-blond-haired man looking at the gun pointed in his direction.

The man blinked at the gun a couple of times before raising his striking green eyes to Joe’s. Much to Joe’s surprise, he motioned with his hand for Joe to come closer, then turned back to the bleeding man on the floor and continued working on him.

Joe took a couple more cautious steps into the room to get a better look at the man on the floor. Damn! It was Old Man Garner himself. He was covered in blood. Hearing the sudden steps of his deputies coming through the door, Joe put his gun back in its holster and knelt next to Garner.

“What happened? Did you see who did this?” He looked down at the injured man. “Is he going to make it?” He noticed several things at once. The man had rubber gloves covering his hands, and his clothes were splattered with blood.

The man across from him looked up from what he was doing, exasperation written all over his face as he applied pressure to the gunshot wound in Old Man Garner’s chest. As he did, the sound of the ambulance pulling up could be heard. The man looked up as the paramedics wheeled the gurney in.

He quickly scooted out of the way as the paramedics lifted Garner onto the gurney and wheeled him out of the building and into the ambulance. The man looked down at the blood on his glove-covered hands, seeming appalled by what he saw. He looked up at Joe questioningly.

“Guess you’d like to wash up a bit, huh?” When the young man nodded, Joe led the man to the back of the store and the restroom. He waited outside while the man cleaned up, wondering who in the hell he was and what he knew about the holdup and shooting.

Five minutes later the door opened, and the man, a bit cleaner, walked out. He took a deep breath when he saw Joe leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He finally nodded his head as he came to stand in front of Joe.

“I have some questions for you.”

The beautiful man nodded, his head bent down.

“Would you like some water first? I imagine you could use it considering…” He gestured around the store with his hand. Again the man nodded.

“I think we can come up with something,” Joe replied as he waved for the man to precede him. He turned and followed the man through a doorway and back into the main room of the store. Reaching into a small refrigerated cabinet, he pulled out bottled water and handed it to him.

Joe watched as he opened it and took a long swig, the sight of his Adam’s apple moving in his throat making him squirm a bit. Joe took in the younger man’s good looks. He had a long, sleek neck that just begged to be nibbled on. He stood several inches shorter than Joe’s six foot three, maybe five foot seven or so and one hundred and fifty pounds. But he carried it very well.

His body was compact but well defined with rippling muscles and strong, sleek bodylines. He had light honey blond hair that curled in waves down to his shoulders. But it was his beautiful moss green eyes that mesmerized Joe. He could stare into those eyes for hours.

It was hard for him to concentrate on the job he was here to do when faced with such a perfect example of masculine beauty. He knew he could spend hours just looking at the little man in front of him. Unfortunately, work took precedence.

“So, want to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here?” Joe finally asked as the man screwed the cap back onto the bottled water. The young man just shrugged his shoulders.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Nate…” Joe began, only to stop when Nate placed his hand on his chest over his heart.

“Shh, you need to be quiet,” Nate whispered.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on reading Joe’s emotions. He could feel his hands heat up where they touched Joe’s skin, wondering if Joe felt the same heat. Nate suddenly inhaled. His eyes popped open to look up at Joe in surprise, sudden heat filling his eyes. “Joe,” he whispered. It had been hard to reach Joe’s emotions and sort them out, harder than he had ever encountered before.

When he finally did, Nate was filled with rolling hot lust and desire. Joe’s emotions were practically on fire, and Nate wanted nothing more than to climb inside of Joe and be warmed by that fire.

He felt Joe gently cup his face and look down into his eyes. “What am I feeling, baby?”

“You…you want me?” Nate asked breathlessly, as if he couldn’t believe the emotions he was getting from Joe.

“Oh yeah,” Joe whispered back.

Nate could see all that Joe was feeling in his eyes. He was aroused and wanting but apprehensive at the same time. “Does that bother you?”

“Even knowing…even knowing what I am? You still want me?” Nate’s voice was filled with disbelief and uncertainty.

“Yes.” One word, one simple word. How could one simple word fill Nate with such joy and happiness and scare him out of his mind at the same time? Would Joe still feel the same if he knew everything?

“Joe…I haven’t told you everything. How can you feel this way? You don’t even know me. I could be some horrible person or an axe murderer for all you know.”

“Are you?” Joe asked with a small smirk.

“Am I what?” Nate was so caught up in his thoughts he lost track of the conversation.

“Are you an axe murderer?”

“No! Of course not!” Nate exclaimed, sitting up on his knees and facing Joe. Joe just scooted back to lean against the headboard, chuckling at the outraged look on Nate’s face.

“Well, see, not a problem then.”

“But…but…I haven’t told you…You don’t know…” Nate stammered.

Joe grabbed his hands. “Nate, I don’t care. Do you understand? I don’t care. Even if you were an axe murderer, I wouldn’t care. I’d insist on some serious therapy, but other than that, unless you tell me you don’t want me, the rest doesn’t matter to me.”

Nate could tell that Joe was telling him the truth. He could feel it. “But don’t you want to know…”

“Come here, baby.” Joe held his arms out to Nate, careful to keep the sheet pulled up to cover his naked groin.

Nate slowly crawled over to lean against Joe. He let out a small yelp of surprise when Joe lifted him up to straddle his thighs, pulling his face down to his. His legs slid down to rest on the mattress on each side of Joe’s warm body.

Joe took Nate’s face in his hands. “I just need to know one thing from you. Do you want me? Do you feel anything for me at all?”

“Yeesss,” Nate moaned out, his eyes falling closed. “But there’s so much you don’t know.”

“That’s the only thing I need to know. You will tell me the rest when you’re ready. I know this is sudden, but I felt a connection to you the minute I saw you. It’s only getting stronger the more I’m with you. I’m not one to sit around and wait for things to happen. If I see something I want, I’m going to go after it. And I want you!”

Joe leaned up and took Nate’s lips with his, his tongue fighting its way in, demanding entrance in a way that Nate was helpless to resist. Nate opened his mouth allowing Joe in. He explored with his tongue, feeling every inch of Nate’s mouth.

He felt Joe’s hands move down his face, tracing across his naked shoulders and back to grab his hips. Nate groaned when Joe pressed their erections together. Nate’s emotions were in overdrive. He could feel the touch of Joe’s hands on his hips, his knees at his back, the hard cock underneath him grinding against his. The desire and caring coming off of Joe swirled around him in one big red haze. It was addictive. He wanted more. Burying his hands in Joe’s long black hair, he pressed their chests together, moving his hips against Joe’s.

“Joe,” Nate whispered desperately against his lips. He was frantic. He could feel something coming, something building in Joe and himself, but he didn’t know what it was. It frightened him, this unknown feeling.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it happen. I’ll be here to catch you.” Joe watched in awe as Nate’s eyes glazed over, his head falling back as he cried out. Reaching between them, Joe shoved his hand under the waistband of Nate’s pajamas, grabbing his throbbing cock just as he exploded, filling Joe’s hand with thick ropes of white cum.

 

JUST A TASTE OF ME

STORY EXCERPT

 

Reece stared in disdain over the crowd gathered in the dimly lit bar as he fingered the beer bottle in his hand. He really didn’t want to be here, but he couldn’t figure out any other place that he really wanted to be either.

The bar itself wasn’t so bad as far as bars went. The music was loud, the beer cold, and the individual wooden booths offered some semblance of privacy. Reece could just see a couple of pool tables past the back of the wooden bench seat across from him.

Still, there was something in the air tonight, something that was making him feel very edgy, but damned if he could figure out what it was. It was making him feel restless and irritable, not a good thing for one of his kind to be.

Reece signaled the waitress, holding up his beer. Maybe he just needed to get drunk and find a nice piece of ass to fuck for the night. Lifting his head, he gazed out at the crowd, perusing all of the women there for their fitfulness.

He liked sex, the rougher, the better. It kind of cut down on who he could have sex with. His partner needed to be strong enough to sustain his forceful appetites, the dominant aggression he couldn’t keep at bay when he had his dick deep in some woman’s pussy.

His eyes briefly settled on a slender woman standing next to the bar before dismissing her and moving on. She had been interesting at first, attractive even, but for some reason she just didn’t hold Reece’s attention for more than a moment.

No, he was looking for something else, something—fuck! He wasn’t looking for that! A small man had just walked through the door. Reece was confused as to why he even noticed, but damned if the man didn’t make Reece’s cock stand up and shout its interest.

The man was unlike anything that Reece would ever have looked at, so small Reece almost missed him. He had to be at least a foot shorter than Reece and nearly a hundred pounds lighter. Much too small and fragile for the kind of sex Reece enjoyed.

And he was male. Reece had never been interested in men before so why was this one captivating him so much? Oh sure, Reece could look at a man and appreciate his looks, but he had never been with a man sexually.

So, why couldn’t he pull his eyes away from this man? What was it about the little man that held Reece so captivated? Was it his collar-length, curly, honey-blond hair? His pale green eyes? It certainly couldn’t be the small delicate body hidden under the baggy jeans and dark green sweatshirt he was wearing. Could it?

Reece moved his eyes away, forcing himself to keep looking for his night’s prey but his eyes kept coming back to the little man, time and time again, almost against his will. There was just something about him that fascinated Reece.

As Reece watched, the man leaned over the bar and talked to the bartender, turning his head to look where the bartender pointed before nodding and walking in the same direction. Reece felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the bartender smiled at the dark haired man dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt who was standing at the bar, then gestured after the little man with his head.

The man in the slacks snickered and then followed after the little man. Reece knew instantly that the man who had captivated his attention was in trouble. Something serious was about to go down, and the intriguing man was going to be right in the middle of it.

Just the thought made the wolf in Reece rebel. He could feel his hands starting to clench, his claws coming out as he growled low in his throat. Reece got up from his seat and began making his way towards the bathroom, the direction both men had gone.

The closer Reece got to the bathroom, the stronger the faint scent became that he had first picked up where the man had walked. It was heady, making him almost dizzy. It was sweet, but tangy at the same time and totally intoxicating.

As Reece pushed open the door of the men’s restroom, he could hear a frightened squeak, a lot of heavy breathing, and the sounds of a struggle. His eyes immediately went to the far stall. He knew he should just turn and walk away. This wasn’t any of his business.

The last time he had stuck his nose in a situation like this, he had paid for it. He was still paying for it. What did he care if someone was assaulting the little human? And he could now tell that the man was a human. He could smell it. It was wrapped up in that intoxicating scent that seemed to shoot straight down to his hard cock. Damn!

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Where are we going?” Keeley finally asked when the curiosity got to be too much for him.

“My house,” Reece replied without even taking his eyes off the road.

Great! He was going home with a straight man that kissed better than anyone he had ever met. Could his life get any more complicated? As the strong, manly scent of the man next to him reached Keeley, making his cock sit up and beg for attention, he sighed deeply. Guess so!

“Is something wrong, Keeley?” Reece asked as he turned to look over at him.

Keeley smirked. “Well, let’s see. I’ve been attacked, not once but twice, bitten by some weirdo, forced to drink his blood, kissed by a straight man, and now I’m being kidnapped and taken to god knows where against my will by said straight guy. What could possibly be wrong?”

“You sure have a mouth on you,” Reece said. “I sure hope you know what else to do with it besides flap your lips.”

“Why would you care? You don’t do guys, remember?”

 “I think that’s about to change,” Reece replied ruefully.

“Why?” Keeley asked. “‘Cause I’m so damn cute?”

Reece shook his head. “You are that, Keeley, but no, that’s not it.”

“Then what is? You suddenly decide to switch sides and see what a gay man feels like? Did curiosity get the better of you? Or are you just hoping to get some kicks trying something new and kinky?” Keeley drawled sarcastically.

“Keeley—” Reece started to say, hoping to calm him down. He could feel the agitation and resentment coming off of Keeley in waves.

“Why me? Couldn’t you find some other poor sucker to kidnap? Because I have to tell you, as sexy as you may be, I’m not into straight guys,” Keeley stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared across the truck cab at Reece.

“Damn it, Keeley, this isn’t about sex!”

“Oh, really? Then why the kiss?”

Reece rolled his eyes. “Okay, it is about sex, but not just sex. There’s more to it than that.”

“Well? I’m waiting,” Keeley said after Reece was silent for several moments.

Keeley yelped a moment later when Reece suddenly swerved the truck and pulled off to a side road, slamming on the brakes, and put the truck in park. Keeley’s eyes widened in fright, and he pressed back against the door when Reece unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted across the bench seat, reaching for him. Oh shit!

“Reece!” Keeley cried out when Reece ripped his seatbelt in two and yanked him across the seat. He pushed his hands against Reece’s chest, trying to lean away from him, but Reece was having none of it. He wrapped one arm around Keeley’s waist, the other around his neck, his hand clenching in Keeley’s hair.

When he pulled his head back, Keeley could see the long canine teeth in Reece’s mouth as he pulled his lips back and growled down at him. “Enough! Not another sound out of you. Understood?”

Keeley quickly nodded his head, wondering what he had just unleashed. He should have kept his big mouth shut. It was always getting him into trouble. He just couldn’t seem to keep it shut.

He stared up at Reece, wondering if he was about to die, when Reece leaned down and started sniffing at his neck, his long tongue coming out to lick at the skin he had bitten in the bathroom back at the bar.

Keeley couldn’t stop the shudder that went through his body, nor the further hardening of his cock in response to the man holding him. He let his head drop back to the seat as Reece continued to lick and nibble at his throat, moving slowly down to his chest.

Lifting his head when he heard a small tearing sound, Keeley realized that Reece had just used a very sharp, very long claw to split his sweatshirt right down the middle. He was about to protest when Reece’s lips latched onto his nipple.

Keeley stifled his groan, remembering that Reece didn’t want to hear a single sound out of him. Part of him was terrified of the violence he could feel in Reece. The other part glorified in the strength apparent in Reece’s massive body.

He knew, logically, that he should be scared out of his mind right now. He knew without a doubt that Reece could kill him without breaking a sweat. Maybe that was why he was so turned on by the strength of Reece’s body, but also the gentleness of his touch.

Illogically, Keeley never wanted it to end. Everywhere that Reece touched him, burning desire followed. Keeley felt like he was going up in flames. And Reece’s hands were touching him everywhere.

By the time Reece reached the buttons of his baggy jeans, Keeley was breathing rapidly. He was ready to rip his jeans off himself. Luckily, Reece took care of that for him. Keeley heard another tear, then felt cold air pass over his body.

As the warmth of Reece’s body lifted off of him, Keeley realized that he was totally naked. He was a little self-conscious until he heard the deep growl above him and looked up. Reece was staring down at him like a man possessed. There was even a faint glow to his eyes.

Keeley felt as if time had stopped as Reece stared down at him, not moving. He slowly reached up and cupped his hand to the side of Reece’s face. He let his fingers move over him, his strong cheekbones, aquiline nose, his soft, luscious lips.

Just as suddenly as time stopped, it kicked back in again as Reece growled, reaching for him. He was all over Keeley, kissing him, biting him, touching him. Keeley became mindless with pleasure. He wasn’t sure there was an inch of his body Reece hadn’t touched in some way.

 

MAN TO MAN

STORY EXCERPT

 

“Mom?”

Donovan froze as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the deep, raspy voice coming from the other room. His cock had gone instantly hard at the sweet sound. He was afraid it was going to break through his jeans.

Donovan wanted to know who the hell was it coming through the door, and why was he having such an intense reaction to the sound of the man’s voice? He had never experienced anything like this in his life, not from any girl he had ever dated or any girl he had ever slept with.

So, why this voice?

Donovan watched as pair of long legs encased in tight blue jeans came into his line of sight. He lifted his head slowly, almost afraid to move too fast, moving up past the thick muscular thighs. His eyes paused at the tight bulge that said the other man was having nearly the same reaction as he was before moving on up past the flat stomach and nicely chiseled chest hidden behind a tight shirt to a smooth square jaw.

But it was the man’s smoky, gray eyes that held Donovan spellbound. One look and Donovan knew he was hooked. Hell, he was obsessed. He was looking into the eyes of his future, his mate—and he was a man.

How fucked up was that?

Fate had mated him to another man. Donovan could barely wrap his mind around that. He had meant it when he said that he had no problem with Maryann’s son being mated to another man, but him? That was another story altogether. He couldn’t be gay.

He’d never even been with a man. He wouldn’t know the first thing to do with one if he did have him in bed. He had only been with women. Guess that was about to change. Now that he had found his mate, anyone else was off-limits.

Donovan just had to decide what he was going to do with his very male mate.

“Oh, James, you made it,” Maryann said as she quickly got to her feet and went over to hug her son. “Any word?”

Donovan got to his feet also, having been taught manners by his mother. At least he remembered that much of what his mother said. However, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the man in Maryann’s arms. For some reason he couldn’t fathom, he wanted it to be his arms the man was in. His jaw almost dropped when he realized that he was jealous.

How weird was that?

“This is my son, James,” Maryann said as she introduced them. “This is Chase and Donovan Morgan from the Shasta Pack. Their alpha sent them down here to help us keep Nate safe.”

“I’m Chase.”

Donovan watched as Chase, almost in slow motion, reached out to shake James’s hand. He clenched his jaw and quickly suppressed the possessive growl building in his throat. It wouldn’t do to show his hand before he had a chance to talk to the man.

When James turned his gaze to Donovan, he felt a hundred butterflies take flight in his stomach. This was his mate. He was about to touch his mate for the very first time. He could barely keep his hand from trembling as he held it out.

“I’m Donovan. Donovan Morgan,” he said, hoping that his voice sounded steady to the others in the room. He knew from the slight widening of James’s eyes that he had heard the deep drop in his voice.

“James. James Nash, but you can call me Jim,” he said just as he took Donovan’s hand.

Donovan’s hand did start to tremble the moment Jim’s warm skin touched his. Had he felt the electrical shock that shot through their palms when their skin touched? Did he feel the bond that was instantly forming between them? Was he as confused by it as Donovan was?

“Jim,” Donovan replied, nodding his head. He held Jim’s hand a moment longer, looking deep into Jim’s smoky gray eyes before reluctantly releasing it. He didn’t want to let Jim go, but he knew he had to. He could see Chase was beginning to look at him strangely out of the corner of his eye.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Donovan asked, tearing his eyes away from Jim to look over at Maryann. He needed to escape for a few minutes to gather his composure. He felt flushed, hot. Hell, he felt achy.

“I’ll show you where it is,” Jim said quickly, stepping out of his mother’s arms to lead the way.

Donovan followed behind him, his eyes dropping to the rounded ass walking in front of him. Damn! If he was going to have to be mated to a man, at least it was a man with a nice ass. He had always had a thing for tight asses, and the one in front of him seemed to be very tight. Donovan couldn’t believe how much he wanted to find out if that was true. His hard cock thumped against his zipper, adding its agreement with that plan.

When Jim opened a door and walked in, Donovan was surprised until he realized that it was a study and not the bathroom. He followed him in, shutting the door behind him. He cautiously watched as Jim walked over to a small wooden cabinet and quickly poured two small drinks. He grabbed them and turned. His hand was shaking as he handed one of the glasses to Donovan before drinking his down.

Donovan wondered if Jim was feeling the same aching need that he was. It was mixed with a whole lot of confusion about the entire situation and sprinkled with fear. Donovan was so out of his depths that it didn’t even bear saying.

Setting the glass back down on the counter, Jim stared at Donovan intently for several moments before shaking his head, an amused chuckle breaking through his lips. “While I prefer men, I’m not out of the closet,” he said.

“I’m not gay,” Donovan replied, quickly drinking down the brown liquid in his glass.

Jim laughed nervously. “Well, it looks like that is about to change for both of us.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, and to get rid of the raging hard-on pressing against his zipper, Jim started for the door. No matter how confused or horny he was right now, he still had a job to do.

Just as he reached the door, however, it swung open. Jim looked up in surprise to see Donovan standing there, a fierce look on his face. “Donovan, what—”

Jim’s words were muffled when Donovan took a step forward, shutting the door behind him before reaching for Jim. His arms went around Jim’s waist to pull him closer as his lips descended over Jim’s.

Jim was frozen, unmoving for a moment, shocked at actually kissing another man intimately before the erotic feeling of Donovan’s lips on his overwhelmed him. He grabbed onto Donovan, wrapping his arms around his neck, curling his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of Donovan’s neck.

Oh gods, this was why he was gay!

His lips parted, and he allowed Donovan entrance, groaning as their tongues met for the first time, brushing against each other. Donovan tasted sweet, just like Jim thought that a mate should taste. Jim’s body trembled a little as he realized what he was thinking. Donovan was a man, and at the moment, Jim didn’t care. He could go on kissing Donovan for hours.

He felt Donovan urge him backward, guiding him until the desk came up behind him. But Donovan didn’t stop pushing until Jim was lying back on the desk, the man’s slightly larger body covering his. Jim looked up at Donovan in bewilderment as he lifted his head.

He was shocked to see that Donovan’s deep-hazel eyes had turned a dark coppery brown. They were smoldering with desire as Donovan gazed down at him. Donovan’s lips were red and swollen, slightly parted. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. He looked delicious.

Jim wanted more. He wanted everything Donovan had to give, and then some. His mate looked down at him with desire in his eyes, and he wanted more, much, much more. He finally felt like he could let go and be the person he was meant to be, be with the person he was meant to be with.

“Donovan,” Jim whispered as he pulled Donovan’s lips back down to his, attacking his mate’s mouth the moment their lips met. Jim’s cock hardened even more as he heard Donovan groan. Oh gods. Jim shuddered. He could hear that sound for the rest of his life and never get tired of it.

Jim was so immersed in kissing Donovan that he jerked, startled when he felt Donovan’s hands grab his ass through his jeans. His eyes widened when Donovan lifted his head and looked down at him in query. Jim grinned. He knew exactly what Donovan was asking, and he knew exactly how to answer his mate. He parted his legs and let Donovan’s body settle against his hard erection before pulling his head back down.

When Donovan’s hand moved around to cup Jim’s cock through his jeans, Jim thought he was going to come right there and then. He never felt so alive in his life, so close to the edge of an orgasm. He just knew that if Donovan would touch him a little more, kiss him a little harder, he could come. And he never needed to come more than he did right then and there.

Reaching down with his hand, he pushed Donovan’s out of the way and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He was thankful that he hadn’t had any clean boxers to put on that morning and went commando when Donovan’s hand immediately encircled his cock and began stroking him.

Jim tore his lips away from Donovan’s. He panted heavily as he looked up at Donovan in desperation. “D—Donovan, need more,” he pleaded in a husky voice, his hand brushing against the hard ridge of Donovan’s pants. He hated having to beg, but surely Donovan understood his need.

Dark, copper eyes stared down at Jim for just a moment before Donovan reached down and unbuttoned his own jeans. Jim groaned when Donovan grabbed both of their cocks in his large hand. Jim’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as Donovan started stroking them together. The feel of Donovan’s hot, rigid skin against his own made Jim’s breath hitch in his throat.

He reached upward and pushed Donovan’s shirt up to his neck, his fingers moving to his nipples to pull and twist them. He could hear Donovan’s small moan at his action, feel it in the quickening of his strokes, the way his lips latched onto the skin on Jim’s neck.

As Donovan’s teeth raked across the soft skin between his neck and shoulder, Jim knew that he wanted Donovan to bite down, to sink his long canines in and claim Jim as his mate. But, he knew if Donovan did that, there would be no going back for either of them.