Michael Moriarty woke up to the sound of his roommates bickering. Groaning, he rolled onto his stomach and covered his head with the pillow. After working at the Silver Bullet for most of the night, he’d come home to a wild after-party which soon turned into equally wild sex. At that point, Michael had excused himself and called it a night.
Every rumor he’d heard about the Sabbath boys was true and although he liked to party as much as the next guy, he liked his sleep even more.
The Sabbath brothers, Nicholas and Damon, were jaguar shifters. He’d met the men by chance when he arrived in New Orleans after his long trip from his home in Alaska. The two shifters took one look at him and welcomed Michael into their home as if he were part of the family.
The following day, he’d petitioned to join Gideon Channing’s pack and applied for a security job at the Silver Bullet. He was now a new hire at the club and considered pack, even though he was a polar bear shifter. The Alpha invited him to move into The Castle, but he decided to stay with the Sabbath brothers.
The community he’d left behind wasn’t homophobic or unaccepting. He was luckier than most shifters in that aspect, since his family accepted him completely. He’d left home to find his own way. Living in a small town wasn’t all he’d wanted out of life. He didn’t want to follow in his family’s footsteps and become a fisherman. He needed more and he wanted the opportunity to meet other paranormals and, if he were really lucky, find his mate. Nearing thirty, Michael was ready to start thinking about a future and he wanted to share it with someone special.
When he heard of a wolf pack in New Orleans consisting of all gay members, Michael packed his bags and came to meet Gideon Channing and his pack.
When the bickering turned louder, Michael’s eyes popped open and he realized he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep. Stretching out his muscles, he extended his long limbs before rubbing his eyes.
“Fine, let’s ask Michael,” Damon announced as he drew closer to Michael’s bedroom door.
The two of them always tried to pull Michael into their little arguments, but he never fell for it. Coming from a big family with five brothers, Michael knew all about family loyalty. The worst thing he could do was choose a side, so in most cases, he became the counselor.
“Michael,” Damon called out, knocking on the door. “Are you awake?”
“No,” he growled, slowly sitting up.
“Oh, good.” He swung the door open and the two hovered in the doorway.
Michael grabbed the blanket, pulling it up and covering his junk. He knew most shifters didn’t care about nudity, but he didn’t feel like sitting around naked while the men pulled him into their discussion.
“You, obviously.” Damon winked, staring at Michael’s cock, and he rolled his eyes heavenward.
“Who did the cute little red head come home with last night?” Nicholas asked.
Michael shrugged, “No idea.” He shook his head. “I was working when you all rolled out.”
“You were at the door when we left.” Nicholas raised a brow, staring him down.
“I didn’t see anything,” he swore.
In actuality he saw the whole damn thing. Since he started working at the Silver Bullet, both Damon and Nicholas came into the club after closing their tattoo shop, The Burning Needle, in the early morning hours. When the men headed home, they were never alone. They worked hard and played harder. Part of Michael was curious to see what would happen when both the men found their mates. With their close relationship, he hoped that it happened at the same time for both their sakes.
“You’re such a fucking liar.” Damon chuckled knowingly.
“It doesn’t matter…” He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. The redhead wasn’t important and neither were any of the other men the two shifters brought home.
“So…are you ready for your tattoo? I’ve got some drawings for you to check out. This time we won’t start with a full back piece,” Nicholas said, completely changing the subject, the redhead forgotten.
Nicholas moved into the room, inspecting Michael’s chest like a canvas where he wanted to tattoo his artwork. There wasn’t anything sexual about his perusal.
“No way,” he growled, shaking his head. “That shit burns.”
“Oh, come on, you’re a big strong polar bear. I’m sure you can handle it.” Damon raised a brow, smirking at him.
Kenny couldn’t form a single syllable. Not one word.
Michael’s tongue slid inside him and Kenny’s mouth dropped open, his back arching of its own accord. Michael held him down against the bed and used his tongue to drive Kenny absolutely crazy. He’d never experienced anything this intense in his life.
He continued to lick him and Kenny forgot about everything but what Michael was doing. He teased and played, taking Kenny to the edge only to pull him back by changing his rhythm. Kenny grabbed his legs, pulling them close to his chest to give Michael more access. He relaxed his hole as Michael pushed his tongue inside, fucking him with his talented appendage.
When Michael moved back, Kenny shook his head frantically against the pillow. He didn’t want Michael to stop, not now.
“I’m just grabbing some lube, baby. I want to get your ass ready for my dick.” Michael grabbed a bottle off the side table. He flicked open the lid and applied a thick coat to his fingers.
Kenny barely had time to miss the man. Michael moved back to his spot between Kenny’s legs and licked the base of Kenny’s dick before taking the tip into his mouth and suckling gently. Two cool lubed fingers touched his hole and Kenny’s yelped and Michael immediately stopped.
“No,” Kenny panted. “It’s good…keep going…just cold,” he encouraged.
“I’m gonna go slow. If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.”
Kenny nodded even though he knew he’d never tell Michael to stop. He wanted the big bear to mark and claim him.
Michael started moving his fingers in a circular motion against Kenny’s exposed hole. He slowly working one thick digit into Kenny’s ass and his internal muscles automatically tightened, clamping down, holding Michael in place. Kenny took in deep, cleansing breathes, forcing his body to relax and accept Michael.
After almost a full minute, Michael slowly pushed his finger in before pulling back. He fucked Kenny’s ass with the single digit as he sucked Kenny’s dick down his throat, swallowing.
“Oh, fuck! I’m so close…gonna come…” he warned, and Michael pulled off his aching shaft.
“Mmmm, you’re so tight, baby,” Michael murmured. “I need to stretch you before I can slide my cock into this ass.”
“Just add more lube…please…I need you.”
“I need you too, mate.”
Michael opened the bottle of lube. He grinned down at Kenny before adding more of the slippery substance to Kenny’s ass.
“I’m gonna add another finger. Take a deep breath and push out,” Michael told him, and Kenny obeyed. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t wait to feel you, baby.”
Kenny reached out and ran his hand along any bit of skin he could. He liked the close connection. Michael moved his body closer, giving Kenny the access he needed to run his hands up and down the man’s chest. A third finger was inside him now, stroking and pushing, making his ass feel too full. But it was the small bite of pain that kept Kenny right on edge. Michael didn’t let him slip over the edge.
“Please,” he begged, staring into Michael’s eyes.
He didn’t care if the man was hung like a horse. He wanted to feel Michael inside him. Michael pulled his fingers free and wiped his fingers across his briefs as he pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. On his knees, he placed his hands on his hips and gave Kenny time to inspect his naked form.
Kenny couldn’t help but stare openly at Michael.
He was amazing, all hard lines and thick muscles. He had wide shoulders and big pecs. His waist tapered to a meaty six pack, and V-cut hips. His hard cock hung heavy between his legs at a downward angle. The thought that instantly popped inside Kenny’s mind was, he’s got a perfect cock for sucking. The delicious-looking meat would easily slide down Kenny’s throat.
Licking his lips, Kenny’s breath picked up just imagining it. Glancing down, Kenny let his eyes trail over Michael’s powerful thighs, defined legs, and bare feet. If he hadn’t known that Michael was a bear shifter, he would’ve guessed. The man had predator written all over him.