When Adam Kingston decides to enjoy a cat nap in tiger form, he never thought he’d be woken by the cries of young moose shifters, nor did he expect to need to save them from a douchy wolf shifter and his buddies. The day takes a turn for the better when he’s pleasantly surprised to discover the moose’s brother, Noah Oleander, is his mate. Except Noah is in the closet, is the legal guardian for his two siblings, and is on the run for attacking his alpha’s son. Can Adam get Noah to stick around long enough to find a way to help him? Or, will Noah decide it’s easier to grab his siblings and keep on running?
Adam returned his focus to Noah. “This is the home of Abbott Tamang,” he said, indicating the wolf shifter with his hand. “His son is part of our biker gang, so we’re guests in the pack’s territory right now. Are you all lost?”
Biker gang? What? Noah glanced from Adam to Abbott. He really didn’t want to answer the big guy’s questions, but he knew he’d have to tell them something. He watched the wolf crouch down in front of Heather, setting a bowl filled with water and several cloths by his knee. “I’m just gonna take a look at this, okay?”
Heather nodded, swallowing hard and looking away from the bite wound on her leg.
While Abbott got to work, Noah apologized. “I’m sorry for infringing on your territory. We…” He paused. Should I tell them the truth? Then he realized, as shifters, they’d know if he was lying, anyway. Shit, I’m in so much trouble. “We’re being hunted by our alpha,” Noah admitted. “I don’t want to put you in an awkward position, so as soon as Heather’s leg is cleaned up, we should probably get going.”
“The hell you’ll leave,” Adam growled.
Noah’s brows shot up and his jaw dropped as he looked at the man.
“You’re my mate,” Adam stated bluntly. “Whatever your problems are, they’re mine, too, now.”
Oh, shit! He did not just say that out loud!
Ronnie snorted. “You’re a guy. You can’t be mates.”
Adam shrugged. “I’m gay, so it works well.”
“Well, my brother’s not,” Ronnie said, snickering, although he looked a little confused. At least, it sounded like his brother didn’t seem completely turned off by the idea.
Adam stared at him, his cool green eyes intense. “You’re not? Are you bisexual?”
“Uh, are you always this blunt?” he mumbled, uncertain what to say. Noah looked at Heather to find her actually smirking at him.
“That wasn’t a no,” Adam all but crooned, stepping into his space, obviously taking advantage of his momentary distraction. “Why don’t I give you a little show and tell?”
Before Noah could even pretend to think up a response, Adam brought his hand up and cupped his jaw. The other hand settled on his hip, his calloused thumb brushing over his hipbone, making him fight back a shiver. Adam tugged him forward the couple of inches needed so the broad-shouldered shifter could press their lips together.
Noah gasped and stiffened, which meant he inhaled the man’s spicy, musky, masculine scent. Instantly, his shaft hardened in his sweats, making them tent. Adam must have scented it, for the hand on his hip tightened, and he growled softly into Noah’s mouth as he delved deep.