Tommy Wilkins, a.k.a. "Tammy Walks" was happy with his life as one of the highest paid drag queen performers in New York City. He had a gorgeous apartment in Greenwich Village, men throwing themselves at his feet and he had lots of money in the bank. He didn't need the family that shunned him, the boyfriend that used to beat the hell out of him or even the gorgeous sexy linebacker looking Texan cowboy, named Anton "Ton" Forrester, that his friend Richard introduced him too. All he needed was himself. But Ton wasn't going to give up so easily because you see, Tommy is his mate, and he wants all of him, makeup, heels, dresses and costumes included. He wants to heal every scar and make the smaller man believe in love again. There's only one problem, someone is determined to keep the two men apart, even if they have to kill Tommy to do so.
"Baby? Did you make a noise? Please baby, respond...say something," he heard the man say and his heart pounded in his chest. Baby? Why was this man calling him baby? That seemed a little inappropriate coming from his doctor. He struggled to remember what had happened to him, where he was, who this man could be....he remembered....getting ready to move in with someone....a man, a big man....Anton! Anton Forrester, the wolf shifter....oh yeah, they were on the road, they'd made it all the way to Virginia and then....he gasped as he remembered walking into the restroom. He began thrashing on the bed, moaning and screaming as he relived the horror of his attack.
"No! No! No!!" he screamed, tears rolling down his face, his mouth open and gasping for air, his arms and his legs thrashing about wildly as he tried to fight off his invisible attackers.
"Tommy! Baby! Wake up! You're safe. I'm here, they're gone. I promise. C'mon baby, please open your eyes, please," he heard the man say and instantly soothed. His eyes popped open and he sat up quickly in pain, wincing in agony. He looked around the room wildly and he saw Ton sitting on the bed next to him, his hands clutching his shoulders. He threw himself into the bigger man's arms, uncaring of his injuries, unmindful of his appearance.
"Oh god Ant!" he cried as he clutched the other man's shirt desperately, scrambling to climb up into the cowboy's lap. He heard the other man making shushing noises in an effort to calm him and felt Ton's hands hold onto him firmly. When another, more slender hand touched his back before rubbing his hair he stiffened and jerked away.
"Tommy! Baby! It's okay. It's just my sister, Luci. She's a doctor, I called her and asked her to meet us here, to help you!" Ton stated frantically.
Tommy looked over at the woman and assessed her. She stood at his height, with long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, a small pert nose, pink lips, a delicate almost disarming frame of body, with curves in all the right places, and as his eyes traveled back up he saw her eyes, her startling blue eyes. Those eyes, filled with kindness, sadness for what he'd been through, anger at his attackers, sympathy for his anguish, and concern over his injuries, filled him with peace and he calmed instantly. He heard Ton chuckle and looked over at him, much more calm and serene, more aware of his surroundings than he had been upon first waking.
"Luci is an omega. She has this ability to make people feel at ease and at peace. It's sort of a special...gift she has. I haven't seen her use it on a human in a while," Ton explained and Tommy nodded. So Luci was a wolf shifter too.
"Are they dead?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion, raspy from screaming. He saw Ton and Luci exchange looks before Ton answered him.