Special K
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Pantarius Brothers 2
Special K
Dominic Pantarius had stood by and watched his best friend and brother find each other and learned what he wanted in life. A mate, that one person meant just for him. One-night hookups no longer held any appeal for him. When a cute veterinarian with soulful brown eyes and a little sass gave him attitude, he was pretty sure he'd found the mate he'd been looking for.
Keeland Fagon was intrigued by Dom the moment the man almost hit him with his motorcycle. Too bad the man had to ruin it by opening his mouth. Keeland was used to bigger men trying to boss him around. He had learned to stand up to them and not let them bully him around. When Dom starts to pursue him, he doesn't know whether to argue with the man or welcome him with open arms.
Introducing Keeland to the world of shifters might send the sexy little human running for the hills, but an accidental bite mates them together for life. Now, Dom has to convince his mate that they belonged together even as outside forces try to rip them apart.
Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 30,182
Special K
Pantarius Brothers 2
Stormy Glenn

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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
Special K
Copyright © 2018 by Stormy Glenn
ISBN: 978-1-64243-284-8
First Publication: May 2018
Cover design by Jess Buffett
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Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul mates, true love, and happy endings.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Special K
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Special K
Pantarius Brothers 2
STORMY GLENN
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
“Come here, little one.” Keeland Fagon squatted down close to the bushes on the side of the road and tried to coax the kitten out. The poor thing was so small it was all big blue eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Just come out.”
The white fur ball of hissing fury just growled at Keeland and cringed back farther into the thick, prickly bushes. Keeland sighed, knowing the kitten was so scared he wasn’t going to be able to get it out of the bushes the old-fashioned way. He’d have to use stronger measures.
For a moment, Keeland considered just diving into the bushes after the darn thing, but knowing his luck, he’d end up with an ass full of pricklies, and that really didn’t sound like fun. True, he liked pointy things in his ass, but bushes didn’t even come close.
Keeland closed his eyes and concentrated on the kitten. He could feel its overwhelming fear almost immediately. The poor thing was terrified. Keeland sent waves of calm toward the kitten, hoping it would settle down and come to him.
He couldn’t just leave the poor thing out here to survive on its own. It would die for sure. Keeland wasn’t sure what had happened to its mother, but it was obvious from the moment Keeland drove around the bend in the road and saw the kitten crossing in front of him that it was alone in the world.
Keeland hoped to catch the kitten, take it back to his veterinarian clinic, check it over, and then maybe find a good home for it. Leaving it out here in the middle of nowhere to fend for itself went against everything he believed in.
Gods, he wished people would learn to spay and neuter their pets. There would be a lot less abandoned animals in the world, and it would make his job a lot easier.
Keeland continued to send waves of calm toward the small kitten until he felt a little sandpaper tongue lick the palm of his hand. He opened his eyes in surprise and glanced down to see the kitten trying to curl up in his hands.
“Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” Keeland said as he picked the kitten up and cradled its furry little body to his chest. Well, not really. The kitten looked as though it needed a good bath and some food, lots of food.
But he was still cute. And he was a she.
Oops.
Keeland kept the kitten cuddled to his chest as he stood and started back across the road to his car. “It was a good thing for you that I decided to take the back road to town. You could have been out here for days, maybe even months.”
He knew the kitten couldn’t understand a word he was saying, but she would understand the soft tone Keeland used. Keeland found in his line of work that keeping calm usually meant his patients were calm, looking to him for direction and help.
It made him an effective veterinarian.
Which was good, considering he didn’t like people much. People were nothing like animals. Animals didn’t go out of their way to stab other people in the back. They hunted, but only for food or defense. They cared for their young, and they didn’t try to destroy everything around them.
Humans were the exact opposite in Keeland’s experience. They did whatever they had to do to make it ahead, including stabbing others in the back and destroying everything of beauty around them. What they didn’t understand, they killed, and people didn’t seem to understand much.
Most of them were idiots in Keeland’s book.
Just as Keeland reached the center of the small two-lane road, a motorcycle came flying around the bend. Keeland barely had time to jump out of the way before the motorcycle was on him.
He dove for the side of the road in front of his truck, wincing when his body crashed into the hard, unforgiving ground. He kept his arms tightly wrapped around the kitten as he tumbled across the ground and came to rest in the ditch just beyond the edge of the road.
He heard a loud squealing noise and raised his head just in time to see the large motorcycle go careening off the opposite side of the road. As much as his body ached and told him not to move, Keeland jumped
up and ran to his truck. He dropped the kitten into the front seat and grabbed his medical bag from behind his seat.
It was a good thing he’d been on his way back from a house call. He might not be a human doctor, but he still had medical training, even if it was for the four-legged variety of patient.
Keeland ran to the other side of the road where he had seen the motorcycle go down. It was lying on its side, the engine still running and its tires spinning slowly to a stop. Keeland hurried over and dropped to his knees beside the bike and the rather large man pinned beneath it.
He reached over and turned the engine off, thankful that he’d once dated a guy who was into bikes so he knew where the ignition switch was located. Once the engine stopped roaring, a sudden silence filled the area.
It was almost eerie.
Keeland turned his attention to the man on the ground, lying half under the motorcycle and half on top of it. He wasn’t moving.
“Mister?” Keeland called out softly. “Mister?”
Nothing.
Damn.
Keeland didn’t want to take the guy’s helmet off until he knew whether there was a neck injury or not. But he was glad that the man was smart enough to follow the law and wear the damn thing. It had probably kept him from suffering massive head trauma.
Keeland carefully checked the rest of the man’s body, giving a cursory examination. There didn’t seem to be any broken bones, at least not on the side that Keeland could reach. The side under the motorcycle would have to wait until either the man woke up or medical personnel could arrive.
Keeland was also mildly surprised at how well formed the man was. He was tall, much taller than Keeland’s own five foot five inches, and he seemed to be rather well built. As Keeland traced over his body, looking for injuries of course, he could feel the massive muscles under his hands, and there were a lot of them.
Keeland stopped examining the man and quickly glanced up when he heard a small moan. He leaned up closer to the man’s face. It was kind of hard to make out his features since the man was wearing a helmet with a dark face shield.
“Mister, can you hear me?”
The man’s incredibly luscious lips moved. Keeland tried to ignore how gorgeous they were as he bent closer to hear what the man was trying to say.
“Dom,” the man murmured.
“Dom?” Keeland asked as he sat back. “Your name is Dom?”
The man’s head moved a fraction of an inch as if he was trying to nod. Keeland quickly reached down and put his hand on top of the helmet, stopping him from moving.
“My name is Keeland Fagon, Dom. You’ve crashed your bike. Try not to move.”
“Didn’t crash.” Unbelievably, the man chuckled. “Some idiot was in the middle of the road. I had to swerve to miss hitting him.”
“Hey!” Keeland snapped. “I’m that idiot and unless you want me to leave you stuck under your bike, then stop with the name calling.”
Another deep, rumbling chuckle rose from the man’s chest, exiting through those luscious lips. “You shouldn’t stand in the middle of the road if you don’t want to get called an idiot.”
“I was not standing in the middle of the road. I was crossing it. If you hadn’t been driving so damn fast, you might have been able to stop before hitting me.”
“I didn’t hit you.” Surprisingly, the man’s voice was getting stronger with each word he spoke. Hopefully, that meant he wasn’t injured too badly. “I drove around you.”
Keeland snorted, which seemed to amuse the man to no end. His deep chuckling continued as he reached down and leveraged his hands against the motorcycle and pushed. A moment later, the man slid out from under the bike.
He scooted back far enough to let the motorcycle lie back on the ground and then reached up to pull his helmet off. When the man’s fingers seemed to tangle in the chin straps, Keeland reached over and unbuckled them and then helped pull the helmet off. He set the helmet on the ground and turned back to look at the man he knew, logically, had probably saved his life by crashing his bike.
Keeland’s breath caught in his throat as the most beautiful crystal-blue eyes he had ever seen stared back at him. Damn, it was like looking directly into the deepest part of the Mediterranean Sea. Keeland felt as if he were drowning.
“So, do you always stand out into the middle of the road?”
Keeland frowned. “No, of course not. And I told you, I was crossing the road, not standing in the middle of it.”
A curious smirk curved up the corner of Dom’s lips. “You’re pretty damn cute when you get riled, do you know that?”
Keeland gaped. The man had just crashed his bike and knocked himself out, and now he was flirting.
“Did you hit your head?” He’d better look him over, because Dom certainly wasn’t making any sense.
“No, I don’t believe so.” Dom’s lips curved up even more as he shook his head. “But maybe you should check just to be sure.”
Keeland could see the teasing light in the man’s blue eyes and didn’t trust it. On the other hand, he couldn’t very well not check for a head injury. As vexed as he was with the stranger, he knew the man had saved his life by crashing his bike instead of smashing into him.
Keeland scooted closer to the man and then went up onto his knees. “Lean your head forward and let me take a look.”
“You’d better come over here.” Dom gestured to the spot between his legs. “I’m not sure I can bend all of the way over there.”
Keeland narrowed his eyes. Dom was up to something. He could tell. There was way too much amusement in his eyes. Still… Keeland scooted over to kneel on the ground between the man’s muscular jean-clad legs.
He leaned up to his full height, because he had to, and tilted the man’s head forward. Dom’s head rested just below Keeland’s shoulder, his hands gripping Keeland’s hips.
Keeland tried to ignore Dom’s touch as he searched through the man’s shoulder-length dark hair, looking for any sign of injury. It wasn’t easy. It had been a really long time since another man held on to him, and none of them had ever looked like Dom.
“I don’t see anything,” Keeland finally said. “I think your helmet saved you.”
He started to sit back, but Dom’s hands tightened around his waist, holding him right where he was. Keeland’s breath stuttered in his throat when Dom tilted his head back. Their faces were mere inches apart. Keeland could actually feel Dom’s hot breath blowing across his face.
“Um…we need…we should probably…uh…” Every single intelligent thought in Keeland’s mind narrowed down to the two luscious lips moving closer to him.
Gods, was Dom going to kiss him? Keeland couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He—Keeland jumped and jerked back when another vehicle flew around the bend, horn blaring. His face heated up as he climbed to his feet, brushing his legs off before standing to his full height.
He nervously licked his lips, avoiding Dom’s intense stare as if his life depended on it. “I need to get back to work. Is your bike going to start, or do you need a ride into town? There’s a motorcycle shop a couple of blocks from my clinic. I’m sure they can give you some assistance.”
Dom smirked and pushed himself to his feet, then reached down for his helmet. “Yes, I know. I own that motorcycle shop.”
“You own the motorcycle shop on Fifth Street?”
“Well, my friend Chay and I do. Why?”
“No reason.” Keeland kicked at the dirt at his feet. He could still feel the heat flushing his face, and he knew Dom could see it as well. He couldn’t believe he’d almost let Dom kiss him. He barely knew the man.
Keeland wasn’t like that. He could count his sexual encounters on the fingers on one hand, with a couple of fingers amputated. He didn’t do one-night stands, bar hookups, or casual affairs. And Dom didn’t look as if he did anything else.
Dom squatted down to examine his motorcycle, grimacing a moment later. “The wheel is bent. It’s not drivable. I
’ll have to get someone out here to tow it back into town.”
Keeland chewed on the end of his thumb. He was responsible for this and he knew it. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll pay for whatever damages there are.”
Dom heaved a deep breath and stood. He bent over, grabbed the bike, and pulled it up, then pushed it into the bushes just beyond the road. After slowly lowering the bike back down to the ground, he grabbed some branches from the ground and used them to hide the bike from view.
It was a pretty good idea. If someone was looking for it, they would find it. If not, they would drive right on by. Besides, having the bike hidden on a curve meant that any passing vehicles were going too fast to really see anything.
Once the bike was hidden from view, Keeland started back toward his truck. He did pause at the edge of the road and look both ways before crossing, just to be safe. He heard Dom chuckle as he followed Keeland across the road.
“So, why exactly were you standing in the middle of the road?”
Keeland rolled his eyes. “I was crossing the road, not standing in the middle of it.”
“Okay.” Dom chuckled again. He did that a lot. Keeland kind of wondered if he laughed at everything. Was the man ever serious? “So, why were you crossing the road, then?”
Keeland knew Dom would make fun of him for stopping for a kitten, so he didn’t say anything. He just pointed into the cab of the truck when they reached it. Dom frowned and leaned over to look through the window.
A slow grin started to spread across his lips as he glanced at Keeland. “Now, that”—Dom jabbed his finger at the kitten curled up on the seat—“is a good reason to stop in the middle of the road.”
Chapter Two
When the kitten hissed at him and arched its back in a show of dominance, Dominic Pantarius let a low, rumbling growl. A moment later, he chuckled when the kitten went belly up. Who was the big, bad feline now?