“Hello, Mr. Mada.”
“Call me Angel. I’d like to take you to lunch today and talk something over. I’ve heard you’re a good man to have around when you need a little help with a vehicle. Is that right?”
“Depends. Why?” Peri asked cautiously.
“We can talk over lunch. When and where would be a good spot for you?” Angel asked, hoping he wasn’t pushing too hard.
After a minute of silence, Peri came back on the line. He rattled off an address and a time and hung up.
He’d been surprised when it turned out to be Jack’s real phone number. He’d expected the guy to blow him off, not actually giving him the real one. Go figure. Perhaps it had been the reference to his business. Whatever, Angel didn’t care as long as it worked.
Scrubbing himself down, the big wolf thought about his girl and his old friend. He missed them both so much.
Lola had been the first thing Angel had ever owned. Before that, he’d had nothing to his name. Being a street kid like Jack, he’d grown up hard and fast until a shifter found him. Taking in the young, angry teenager and working with him, his mentor George Dunn had saved Angel when he needed it most. After the old man passed a couple of years back, the now grown man had been inconsolable.
Two hours later, Angel sat in a working man’s diner on Harbor Boulevard. In walked Jack, street clothes on and all business. He walked over to Angel and sat down across from him. He gave the wolf a suspicious stare with eyes that looked aged and hard, but full of wisdom. It were as if those onyx orbs were looking straight into his heart.
“So, what can I do for you, Mr. Ma, ah Angel?” he asked.
“I’m trying to get my truck back. Someone took her and I happen to love that truck. She’s my girl. I wouldn’t have bothered you, but I’ve run out of options. I just want her home where she belongs. I’ll be honest with you. I was gonna bullshit you, try to get into your good graces, but since we’re mates… Well, let’s just say that should mean something. It certainly does to me,” Angel answered, his copper brown eyes taking in all that was his.
“What’s in it for me?” Jack asked in a cold manner.
Was everyone in this town like this? Angel wondered. “What do you want? I’m not rich, but maybe I can owe you one. A man can always use a few ‘I.O.U.’ chips in the game.”
Peri looked him straight in the eye. “What kind of truck are we talking about here?”
“A 1994 Chevy…”
“Stop right there.” Peri cut him off. “That truck is long gone, probably to Mexico. Sorry man, nothing I can do for you. The old trucks are hot items and once someone gets their hands on one, it’s gone.”
Frustrated, Angel glared at him. “You don’t understand. I love that truck. I’ll do whatever I need to, to find her, you get it?”
Peri sighed, as if the man in front of him were the densest person on the planet. “I understand a lot more than you and I’m telling you the truth. Give it up. It’s gone.”
“I want you to help me,” Angel persisted. “We’re mates, you should want to help your mate.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Stealing cars isn’t exactly in any of you kids’ best interest. You know that,” Angel stated, frowning at him.
“I don’t steal cars. I redistribute them. Get it right,” Peri answered, his nose stuck up in the air, offended.
Angel rolled his eyes. “Sure, and I’m an astronaut.”
The man started to get up so he could leave, but the much bigger shifter grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down. Surprisingly, he was gentle with the young man, not hurting Peri like everyone else had.
“Look. Let’s cut the crap. I’m running out of time here trying to get my truck back, so I’m asking you to help me. Otherwise, I may have to take up a new full-time hobby. You. Did I forget to mention it? I’m a sheriff.”
Peri turned pale but stood his ground. The otter snarled, his eyes narrowing to slits with his little fangs showing.
“Don’t threaten me, Angel. It’s been tried before. You don’t know shit about me, so let me enlighten you. I don’t believe in mates, so there ya go. See you ’round, man.”
“I know your name’s not Jack Lund. It’s Peri. No known last name. Your mother’s mate used her as his mistress, then rejected her for another after she became pregnant with you. She never recovered from it. You were six when she died of a drug overdose. I know you’re twenty-two, a professional car thief, and a damn good one from your reputation. You’ve personally trained a bunch of street kids—taking them in, caring for them, and teaching them to fend for themselves. I didn’t get that kind of help until I was thirteen. A shifter found me and took me in. Believe me when I tell you, I know exactly what you’re all about when it comes to living on the streets.
“You were tested once in foster care before you ran away and you’ve got an IQ that’s unreal. You run a tight crew, you take care of each other, and treat them like family. You’re their alpha and their loyal above all else to you. I also know you’re a sea otter shifter that’s never been in the ocean. How am I doin’ so far?” Angel asked.
Peri’s nostrils flared and his eyes looked like he was going to attack at any moment. Angel readied himself. Peri had a unique, intoxicating scent he’d never come across before, but as he’d told the young man, his records indicated he truly was a sea otter, an extremely rare type of shifter.
“Go screw yourself,” Peri spit out suddenly, getting up and heading for the door. Angel threw some money on the table and followed.
By the time Angel got outside, he stopped short. Looking around the wide dirty street, he watched as a plastic grocery bag fluttered along the gutter, disappearing down a hole under the sidewalk. It was gone and so was Peri.
“What do you want, sweet? What do you need from me? You can tell me.” Angel purred, his accent and smell driving Peri wild, as he stroked his cock in one warm hand and cupped his nice-sized balls with his other. Fitting perfectly into Angel’s palm, the wolf felt the gods had made the twin orbs for him alone.
“Talk to me. I love to hear you talk. It’s so sexy. Please, Angel.”
As Angel talked to Peri in Spanish, he licked his way down the long neck and collarbone, gently biting down. The small one jerked, his body going into spasms of lust as the wolf laved and mauled one nipple. Sucking the little nub, he changed to the other, biting and sucking it with equal attention.
The otter’s senses had narrowed to the man and what his talented hands and mouth were doing to him. No one had ever been so gentle, so caring. It unnerved Peri, who was at the same time opening his mind to the man. Angel’s thoughts were of nothing but his small mate, and he could feel the longing in his soul calling out to him. Even as he tried to shut his mind, getting his barriers back in place, he couldn’t quite manage it. The wolf’s thoughts kept sneaking in and stealing his breath. It was overwhelming to be held by someone who wanted him so badly—needed and cherished him like no other.
Angel quickly became aware his mate was getting more turned on and aggressive by the minute. When Peri suddenly turned and jumped on top of him, Angel didn’t know what to do, so he held still letting Peri play. Handing him the lube, Angel let him take control, something he’d never done before, and even though it felt odd, he soon realized he liked it.
He watched as the younger man lifted one leg and proceeded to stretch himself, letting Angel enjoy the view of his fingers dipping and pulling from his hole as he moaned those strange hums. The wolf inside Angel was just as turned on as he and was growling at his human half to let him out. Let him claim his mate. How he could be expected to stay still with such an erotic sight in front of him, he had no idea. But he held on. Even if he was shredding the bed linens under him with claws where his nails should have been, Angel hung on as he watched.
Heavy lidded, Peri pulled his fingers from his ass, slicked Angel’s fat cock up, and then proceeded to slowly lower himself onto the wide shaft, giving himself time to open and adjust to the man. When his ass sat on Angel’s thick, untrimmed pubic hairs, they both groaned and Peri’s eyes rolled back in his head while letting it roll back onto his shoulders. Those chittering sounds caused vibrations that tingled throughout Angel’s body. He’d never felt anything like it and bit his own lip trying to control himself. Gods, his mate was incredible. His overpowering exotic scent and the way he moved were too much for one man to bear. He grunted and groaned closing his eyes, letting the feelings wash over his entire body as Peri began to really move.
Raising and lowering himself faster than Angel had ever known a lover capable of, Peri’s lightly furred balls hit his pelvis with every downward drive. Their hands were everywhere, touching, stroking and learning each other’s bodies. Peri leaned in and took Angel in a hard, demanding kiss that threatened to stop his heart. The room was filled with their joined moans, scents, and the sound of skin slapping skin. Peri started to move disjointedly and suddenly cried out, shooting a geyser of cream all over Angel’s chest and abs.
The wolf gritted his teeth when Peri didn’t stop, but kept going so hard and fast, he knew he’d lose it any second. Arching his body up and giving a howl as he grimaced from the strain, he blew his heavy load, filling his mate with his hot seed. Finally empty, his back relaxed, falling onto the bed with Peri coming down on top of him.
Angel’s hands had been running up and down, all over his mate. He was badly shaken when he felt scars all over Peri’s body. Some were deep and jagged like knife wounds, while others were straight and smooth. The kind a whip would leave. There were also weird, little round scars on the insides of his elbows and in different places on his butt, pelvis, and nipples.
Angel was sure if he looked, he’d find them in other places. All of them should have healed and disappeared on a shifter, so how were these still here? They hadn’t gone, which could only mean two things. He had either received them before his first shift or someone knew what to put on them to really make them hurt. All the while keeping the injuries from healing completely, so they’d leave truly nasty scars behind. He decided not to mention it unless Peri did.
Turning, they laid their foreheads together and were still breathing hard. Both men languished in the smell of good sex and the warmth of each other’s bodies. Other than being concerned and curious about the origins of the marks on Peri, Angel was in heaven as he cuddled with his beautiful man.
Not giving him any chance to rest, his young mate went to work on him again, this time getting up behind Angel. Peri wasn’t much for kissing during sex, but when he did, oh my gods. The wolf shifter was determined he would work on him. He loved kissing his sweet-tasting mate. After stretching Angel, Peri pushed his surprisingly long cock right in and went at it. He had a slight curl to his shaft and raised rings about every inch up the length of his velvet-covered rod. They stuck out like a ribbed condom, only much larger.
Holy Hannah, they made Angel hotter than he’d ever been in his life when they fluttered and vibrated inside him. Peri slammed into him again and again and Angel thought he was gonna die any second from too much pleasure. But gods, what a way to go!