“The east coast. My associate and I have been looking for a promotion to invest in. We heard about you and your brothers. We realized this was it.” He motioned to the blond. “This is Cort Bramish.”
Cort shook Samuel’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Me too, sir.” Samuel motioned to Micah standing beside him. “This is my brother and manager, Micah.”
Each man shook Micah’s hand. “Middleweight champ, correct?” Rock asked.
“Yes, sir.” Micah waved to Josiah and Caleb. “These are two more of our brothers. The one on the right with shoulder-length hair is Josiah, the oldest. The one on the left with the crazy ass hair is Caleb.”
“The Welterweight champion.”
“Yes, sir.”
Leroy clapped Samuel on the shoulder. “Now that you gentlemen have met, should we get this show on the road?”
They all nodded in agreement. Samuel shot one last glare over his shoulder at Rock and Cort. They made him anxious. He didn’t know why. Whatever his suspicions were, they felt hard wired. Enduring. He closed his eyes to focus on the feeling.
It felt ancient. Like two warring factions that had fought for centuries.
He opened his eyes again as Josiah nudged him. “You ready?”
“Definitely.”
“Who were those guys?” Caleb queried
Micah shook his head as he looked back at the two men. They returned the icy stare. “Rock and Cort. They bought into Leroy’s promotion because of us, I guess.”
“I don’t like them. I don’t know why. There’s something about them that rubs me wrong.”
“Like they’re fucking loaded?” Josiah interjected. “Did you see the watch and the diamond cufflinks? I can see them from here.”
“I did. Maybe that’s it.”
Leroy took the microphone and faced the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s the night. We have a lot of great match-ups on this ticket, so let’s get started with the big one. Our main event is for the number one contender’s spot and a chance to face the champion, Felix Ross, for the belt. Introducing first to you, all the way from Saint Cloud, Minnesota, here is Bowser McNamara.”
Sam watched as Bowser and his team climbed the stairs to the stage. Bowser was plain scary. Samuel had no idea how he had never faced him up to this point. The guy’s bald head was covered in demon tattoos. So was almost every other inch of his skin. His septum ring made him look like a crazed bull. He wore a spiked collar and jeans. His shirt was long gone. He did everything but foam at the mouth. And rumor had it that his temper matched his appearance. Bowser grit his teeth at Samuel. He couldn’t hear it over the noise, but Sam guessed he probably growled.
“That guy is freaky looking,” Caleb remarked.
“Looks don’t scare me,” Samuel replied. “He may try to look like a junkyard dog. I’m a fucking Hallow.”
“And his opponent, one of the epic Hallow Brothers, Sam Hallow.”
Sam strode across the stage with his brothers on his heels, not stopping until he was nose to nose with Bowser.
Bowser snarled at Samuel. “I’m going to tear your heart out.”
Samuel chuckled. “I’d like to see you fucking try. Don’t waste your time. That number one contender spot is mine.”
“Fuck you.”
“Try me. I’m going to put you down, bitch.”
Bowser closed the inches that separated them. He used his large frame to shove Samuel back a couple steps. The crowd roared at the spectacle. Before Samuel could fight back, the two men were torn apart from each other.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the fireworks have started,” Leroy announced. “Get your photos and don’t forget to buy your tickets.”
Josiah and Micah let go of Samuel long enough for him to drop into stance for pictures. They had a grip on him again as Leroy’s security goons ushered them offstage. They didn’t let go until they were outside of the club.
“Fuck, guys,” Samuel protested as he shook them free. “I’m not five. I can handle myself.”
“You have a shorter fuse than Cay,” Josiah chided. “Had Bowser come at you one more time, you would have laid him out.”
“Would I have been wrong?”
“No. Save it for the cage. You’ve met your obligation tonight. Let’s go home.”
Samuel shook his head and then pointed at his beat-up red truck parked parallel to Micah’s Jeep. “I have plans. That’s why I drove myself.”
“Whatever we do,” Micah protested, “let’s do it. I have a wife to get home to.”
“And I need to get home to Meg and Ruby,” Caleb added.
“Pussy whipped,” Sam quipped.
“Watch your mouth,” Caleb warned him. “We’re your training partners. Where’s your belt?”
Josiah dug his keys out of his pocket. “Come on, gents. Let’s go before you throw down here. Sam, don’t do anything stupid. Got it?”
“Whatever,” Sam said.
He watched as his three brothers strode to the Jeep like animals on the prowl, sleek and predatory. Even though two were mated for life, it didn’t take the swagger from their step. All three ignored the calls from the women who lined the sidewalk outside the club waiting their turn to get in. Samuel noticed their attention turn to him. He hurried to his truck and got in before any of them could act. He had to weave around a couple of overambitious ones who tried to use their bodies as a barricade and stood in his way. They were beautiful, but he had other plans.
He sucked in a deep breath as the force that took him over yanked violently. It pulled him through the city streets miles away from the club. It led him down a familiar path—one that was already burned into his heart. He stared, baffled, as it forced him to park in front of Henry’s house. He flipped off the ignition and jammed his keys into his pocket. He moaned as he brushed his swollen cock. Was this what his brothers dealt with when they mated? The lust was too much. It consumed him. All he wanted to do was fuck. But he and Henry were lovers. Why did the mating bond choose now to take hold of them?
He took his time to climb out of his truck. Taking a deep breath to calm the fire raging through him, he walked to the porch. Knocking a couple times on the white wooden screen door, he forced air in and out of his lungs. The wait was killing him.
The door was yanked open. Samuel stood gaping. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t swallow. It wasn’t Henry. Instead, a curvy, petite redhead stood in the doorway dressed in a silk negligee and bathrobe a few shades off of her long auburn curls. Her full breasts pushed the limits of her bodice. She smiled, her emerald green eyes wide as she gazed at him. “You must be Sam. Henry told me you would be by.”
Sam struggled to find his voice. All he could think about was sex. With her. There on the porch for the entire neighborhood to see. On the couch. Across the dining room table. In Henry’s bed.
Henry. Shit. Samuel struggled to think about his boyfriend. He loved Henry. He needed to walk away. But his feet stayed cemented right there on the porch.
“Hey there, stud. Are you Sam?”
Sam snapped to attention as the memories of Henry disappeared from his mind. He struggled to find his voice. “Yeah. I am.”
She reached out and took his hand. “Then come inside.”
He could only nod. He caught a glimpse of her bare ass peeking out from under her nightgown as she led him into the house. She was stunning. As the door slammed closed, he knew only one thing. He was truly and royally fucked.
Chapter Three
Her touch sent shivers through him. Sam followed the redhead as she tugged him into the living room. Did she scream when she came? Fuck, he hoped so. He was going to make her scream his name over and over all through the night. He shook his head hard to bring himself to his senses. He needed to go.
“Got problems, Sam?” she asked.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
She laughed as she trailed a finger along the edge of her negligee. Her crimson-painted nail scraped ac
ross her breast. Her nipples perked up against the silk. Sam’s throat went dry.
“My name is Delilah. I’m a friend of Henry’s. I’m in town for a visit,” she answered.
Hearing his boyfriend’s name didn’t stop the desire taking him over. “He’s talked about you. The two of you are more than friends. You’re friends with benefits. How long have you known him?”
“Since we were in diapers. He’s told me all about you also. How strong you are.” She took the finger that had touched her breast and drew it lazily across his chest. She bit her lip as she watched her hand. “How sexy you are. How sweet and kind and thoughtful you are. And how great you are in bed.”
Sam felt his whole body snap. He wasn’t positive how she ended up pinned to the wall with his body. Her legs wrapped his waist, her lips smothered in his kiss. In fact, he stopped thinking altogether. Every instinct demanded one thing. To fuck. And from the way Delilah returned his kiss and trailed her fingers across his arms deep enough to leave welts, he knew she was a willing partner.
She dropped her head back as his mouth wandered down her neck. He nipped at her jugular before continuing his path. She let go a guttural moan.
“Tell me what you want,” Samuel demanded.
Delilah’s voice was a whisper. “You inside me. Deep inside me.”
“Your wish is my command.” Samuel freed a hand from her ass and slipped it between them. He gathered her nightgown in his fist until he reached the hem. He groaned when he slid a hand underneath her. No panties. She was going commando. Fuck.
He kissed her as he flicked her nub and rubbed it. Then he dipped a finger inside her and pumped in and out.
She bucked against him hard. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know. I want to hear you scream my name.” Samuel added a second finger. Feeling her body buck against him as she searched for release cracked his resolve. His cock throbbed against his jeans. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Sam,” she whimpered as her squirming grew violent. Samuel tightened his grip on her as he picked up the pace.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me hear a banshee scream from those sweet lips.”
She didn’t disappoint. He was sure the squeal shook the house. The way she tightened around his fingers as the orgasm hit her could have broken his fingers. He pulled his hand free from her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he readjusted his grip and then tossed her over his shoulder. He stormed into the dining room and laid her on the table. He stared down at her lying there breathless and undone. He unzipped the fly on his jeans and shoved them and his briefs to the ground.
“Stop,” Delilah ordered.
Samuel gaped at her in disbelief. “What the holy fuck?”
She grinned. “The shirt, big boy. Lose the shirt. But don’t take forever. I need you so bad it hurts.”
Sam chuckled as he pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. “Better?”
“Not yet. Mosey that perfect ass over here.” She pointed at the side of the table. “Do you have protection?”
He smirked. “My kind doesn’t need it.”
“Your kind? What kind are you?”
“Just trust me.” Samuel kicked his clothes free from around his feet and did as she commanded. He moaned as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and then wiggled herself to it. Enveloping him in her mouth, she sucked as she bobbed up and down the length of him. He roared as the fire in him stoked hotter. He had no idea who the fuck this woman was, but she was bringing him pleasure he never felt before. He combed his fingers in her hair as he pulled her closer. He felt a knot grow in his groin. With a grunt, he pulled away from her.
“What is your…”
Samuel didn’t wait to hear her objection. He grabbed her knee and spun it toward him. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he lifted her ass and scooted her to the edge of the table. He groaned as he drove deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt in a couple of strong strokes.
Delilah’s body arched off the table as she spewed a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Her breasts fell free. Samuel gripped her hips and leaned over to capture a pink nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as she writhed.
His breath came out in rough pants as he spoke. “Want me to stop?”
“Shit, Sam. Shit.” Delilah bucked hard against him as she whimpered. “You feel so good. Please move. I am so close.”
“Beautiful, you’re going to come more than once. I promise you.”
The sound that escaped her throat was a mixture of need and fear. Sam fought his control as he thrust deeper into her, over and over. He dipped his mouth to her breasts again, nipping and suckling each. “Beautiful. So beautiful.” She cradled his head there as she fought to match his tempo.
“Sam, oh Sam,” she cried as she gripped tight around his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed as she kept chanting his name as she came. Samuel picked up his pace, tightening his hold on her waist as he drove into her. He shuddered as he felt his balls tighten. His release almost knocked him off his feet. The fiery bliss that burned through him was nothing like he ever felt before.
He came down from his rush to meet her emerald gaze. He didn’t get the chance to pull free from her before she tugged him down to her. Her mouth wound trails across his chest. She lapped at his nipples. Seeing her gown haphazardly hanging off her body, leaving her more nude than clothed and watching her pink tongue lick his brown nub feverishly drove him crazy. He gripped a handful of her hair again as he trembled. He rolled his hips into her again. She nipped at him and continued the action with her tongue.
Samuel wrapped a hand around her shoulder and pushed her back down on the table. He pumped his cock inside her a couple of times, feeling himself grow hard again. “More. I need more.”
“Not here,” Delilah pleaded. “Upstairs. I need your body on mine.”
He pulled free from her and helped her climb off the table. She let her negligee puddle on the floor on top of his jeans and then took his hand and led him upstairs. He didn’t argue as he followed, his erect cock bouncing against his belly. He would do whatever the naked banshee guiding him wanted from him. The mysterious force that possessed him demanded that he fuck her over and over. But there was a piece missing. Every coherent thought fled his mind. Whatever it was, it would have to fall into place on its own. Samuel was powerless.
He swept the door closed and pulled her into his arms, molding her curves into his. He gripped her ass and ground against her, dragging her across the length of him. Her ruby red lips attacked his nipples again, lavishing them with her tongue and teeth. He threw his head back and moaned. No one had spent this much time on his breasts. The sensation was driving him wild.
He nudged her onto the bed. Parting her legs with his arms, he descended on her, filling her again. She rocked in time with his hips as he feasted on the curve of her neck.
“How the fuck can you be hard already?” She gripped tight to his shoulders as he stroked hard and deliberate.
Samuel lifted enough to watch their bodies meld into one over and over. “It’s hard to explain.”
“I only know one guy who could do that. Henry. And it was just this morning.”
Samuel frowned at her but never dropped the tempo of the stroke. She and Henry had sex that morning like they were now? And he was always hard? Human men couldn’t do that.
The confusion lasted a moment before Delilah tightened around him again. “Fuck, Sam. I’m coming. Oh, Sam.”
She shook as she bucked like a wild animal. He drove deeper into her as he watched her orgasm once more. Before she had a chance to come to her senses, he flipped her over to straddle him.
“Ride me,” Samuel coaxed. “Ride me hard. Push yourself over the edge. I want to see you come again.”
Delilah’s eyes glazed over as she rocked him in and out of her. The words she mumbled made no sense. Samuel had never seen a woman so wanton and sexy. Each time she impaled herself on his cock brought him closer to relea
se. He needed to come. He fought his instinct to grab her and drive hard into her until he did. He wrapped his hands around her thighs. Her body quivered at his touch.
Samuel never noticed the sound of the door opening over their moans and panting. He didn’t hear the cap of the bottle open over the slap of their bodies colliding frantically. He only became aware of another person in the room when the bed shifted beneath him. Fingers gripped Delilah’s shoulder and guided her to lay across Samuel’s chest. She hissed. “Cold.”
Sam met Henry’s hooded stare as his lover rubbed a finger deep in the crevice of Delilah’s ass.
She whimpered and rose, throwing her head back. “Fuck, Henry. Please. Put it in.”
“I’m just getting you ready for me, Dee. Just another finger.”
“No more. Your cock.” Delilah rocked back and forth against his hand. Samuel reached up and wrapped his hand around Henry’s fingers. Seeing Henry pleasure her nearly made him erupt.
Henry held her hips to still her. He leaned her forward again until she pillowed her head on Sam’s chest. A growl rumbled from Samuel’s chest as he watched Henry grip his cock and guide the tip toward Delilah’s ass. She hissed and winced as he took his care to slide inside, each stroke gentle. It took a while until his was buried inside her.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bucked and twisted, seeking sweet release. Samuel cupped a swaying breast in his hand and nipped at it. She screamed as she cupped his head in her arm to hold him to her.
Samuel plunged into her as Henry withdrew. Feeling the rhythm of his boyfriend in time with him was all it took. He held tight to Henry’s thighs as he bucked hard, his rush filling Delilah. Her mews and shudders told him she joined him.
Samuel gazed at Henry tenderly kissing Delilah’s shoulder over and over. “Henry, please tell me you did.”
“The look of you coming? That’s all it took. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“Me, neither.”
Henry turned Delilah’s face to him. “Look at you. So spent. So fucking beautiful with both of us buried inside you.”
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