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Without Reservations
© 2006 J.L. Langley
Available October 10, 2006 at Samhain Publishing
Chayton Winston is a veterinarian. He is also a werewolf. Much to his Native American parent’s chagrin, he has always dreamed of a fair-haired, Caucasian mate. However, he never imagined his mate would be male. As a heterosexual man, he’s not quite sure what to do with a male mate, but more than willing to find out.
Keaton Reynolds wakes up, in wolf form, and finds himself with a mate. He’s instantly attracted, but not so thrilled to find out the man is straight. Having been in a relationship once before where his partner professed to be “Not gay” left a bad taste in his mouth. Keaton wants to make a break for it and pretend he never set eyes on Chay—but Chay is not ready to let him go.
Together the two work to solidify their shaky relationship and battle the prejudices against homosexuals. Chay must deal with not only his mother’s prejudices against gay men but also her hatred of white people. When a power struggle in Keaton’s pack threatens Keaton’s life, the two men learn to depend on one another and their relationship to get them through it.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Without Reservations
Chay woke up so horny his hips were practically humping air. He slowly became aware of heat at his back. The scent of his mate teased his nose, making him ache with need. He stood, looking down at the small white wolf.
Bit lay on his stomach, his head resting between his front paws, his hind legs curled under him and his tail straight out.
Before Chay even realized what he was doing, he was standing over the pale body, his mouth latched onto the back of Bit’s neck.
Keaton’s ears popped up, but other than that he didn’t move. The slow southern accent drawled in his head. “Uh, Chay? I hate to be a party pooper, but we have no thumbs, no lips to speak of and no lube. Mind if we take this back to the house?”
Chay blinked and let go of Bit’s neck.
Bit rolled over, his big blue wolf eyes peering up at Chay.
Fuck! What was he thinking? They couldn’t do that in this form. Well, yeah they probably could, but not here, not now and definitely not for their first time. They could shift and… No, he wasn’t parading bare-assed all the way back to the car. He crawled off Bit and nudged him with his nose to get him moving.
Apparently, Keaton got the message. He popped to his feet and licked Chay’s muzzle. “Lead the way.”
He didn’t waste any time. He climbed out of the cave and trotted back to the car, knowing Keaton followed him from the smell of him. In fact, that’s all he could concentrate on. The scent drove him crazy and if he were any judge, Bit was every bit as horny as he was.
“You know, you really have a nice tail.”
Yeah, Bit was as turned on as he was. He would have laughed if he could have, instead, he hurried his pace.
When they got back to the car, several other pack members were there, including his father. At least they’d mistake his arousal for his age and the fact that he’d just awakened. Not that it mattered, they would ignore it. It was bad form to acknowledge another’s excitement. He only hoped none of them decided to strike up a conversation. He really wanted to get home.
Bit changed before he did and opened the car door, getting their clothes out. He was not going to notice that nice, round, little ass. He wasn’t. Oh shit, did he whimper?
“Morning, boys. The two of you have a nice evening?” Joe called out over the hood of his car.
Bit waved and put his briefs on, covering that tempting backside…thank God. “Hi, Joe. We had a nice hunt. How about you? Next time we’ll have to go out all together.”
His dad walked over as Chay shifted back. Mentally he groaned, but he couldn’t very well be rude and rush off. That would draw attention and speculation. Not that he minded everyone knowing, but he didn’t feel like explaining it right now. He wanted to get Bit home and naked again.
He reached around Bit, grabbed his boxers and jeans off the seat and quickly donned them. “Hi, Dad.”
“Morning, Son. You boys want to go get some breakfast?”
Hell no. Not unless Bit is on the menu. “Uh…”
Bit pulled on his shirt and handed Chay his. “Can we take a rain check? We need to get home and let the puppy out. We locked him in last night.”
Yes. Thank you, Bit. Chay tugged his shirt down over his head and nodded. “Yeah, Pita is probably crossing his legs.”
Joe snickered. “Or flooding the house.”
Bit laughed. “I hope not. I think we have him housebroken.”
“I’m going to breakfast. You boys change your mind, give me a call.” He turned and walked back to his car, then stopped. “By the way. I expect you both for dinner sometime next week. I’ll talk to your mother and let you know what night.” He waved and got in his car.
Bit looked up from tying his sneakers and raised a brow.
Damn, Bit had sexy eyebrows. Chay groaned. Sexy eyebrows. Good Lord. Apparently, a significant amount of blood flow had been directed to his dick that would have normally been in his head…either that or he’d lost his damned mind. Good thing his cock was doing all the thinking. Chay shrugged and put his shoes and socks on. “I always have dinner with them once a week. The past two weeks not withstanding.”
“Are you ready?”
“Hell yes.” More quietly he added, for the benefit of others who might be listening, “We should hurry. Pita is probably hungry too.”
Bit winked, climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. “Chay, get my wallet out from under your seat.”
Chay got in, shut the door and dug under his seat. “Why, does it have a condom in it?”
Keaton snorted. “Not hardly.” Wolves didn’t catch or transmit diseases.
“Yeah, but if you did and it happened to be prelubricated…”
Bit’s eyes widened as he pulled on to the road. “Does this mean we are going—”
“To fuck? Hell yes. I mean if you’re okay with that of course.”
The car sped up. “I’ve been okay with it. I’ve been waiting on you.”
Chay glanced over, noticing the bulge in Bit’s jeans and couldn’t help himself. He reached out and grasped it. Hell yes, Keaton was hard. Chay’d known he was, but… Oh damn. He loved the feel of that hard prick throbbing in his hand. “Fuck, Bit, hurry.”
They made it home in record time and barely got the door closed before Bit practically climbed up his body.
He grabbed two handfuls of that sweet ass and drew him up as Bit’s mouth latched onto his neck. Those skinny arms wrapped around him. Thighs squeezed his waist. He moved Bit up and down, rubbing their pricks together, his cock already leaking. They were going to have to take the edge off. There was no way he would make it inside that tight little body before he went off like the Fourth of July.
He started down the hall towards the bedroom. “You didn’t really lock the dog door did you?”
“Mumph.” Bit nipped his skin and drew back, staring at his neck. He shook his head and dove in again, his mouth sucking.
Chay shivered, his Bit was marking him. He made it to the bedroom and dropped Bit on the bed. He took off his shirt as Bit leaned on his elbows, watching. He tackled his shoes next, then stripped out of his jeans, taking his underwear with them.
Bit stared at him, one hand touching himself through his pants. He looked fucking edible.
“Jesus, Bit, get naked.” He didn’t even give the man time to respond, he grabbed both Keaton’s shoes and jerked them off, then attacked socks and pants. He yanked them and Bit’s briefs off. That pretty cock sprang free.
Keaton tugged his shirt up to his armpits, immediately dropping onto his back and stroking himself.
Fuck, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing. Chay groaned and climbed onto the bed between Bit’s open legs, settling on his knees. He gripped his prick and pulled in time with Bit’s hand.
Bit caught his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpered. He actually whimpered, then wide blue eyes peered up at him. His hand pumped faster, his eyes now glued to Chay’s cock. “God you look good.” The head of Bit’s dick glistened with precome.
Chay groaned, his own prick harder than a steel pipe and throbbing in his hand. He reached out with the other hand and cupped Bit’s balls, squeezing lightly. “Come for me, pretty baby. Come for me so I can fuck you.”
Josh Mackay is hired to bring in Kiran Brunner, a Minder with the psychic ability to manipulate and kill. But Kir has been abused by the agency that wants him back and he'll do anything to escape.
Monster
© 2006 Joely Skye
Available now at Samhain Publishing
Josh Mackay's job is to lure Kiran Brunner to a safe house. That part's easy. The boy—Minder or no—is beautiful and surprisingly naive. Hunted by those who want to harm him, Kir doesn't recognize Josh's trap until it is almost too late.
But Kir gets his hooks in Josh. When his job is done, Josh cannot walk away. Not only because of what Kir is, but because of why the agency wants Kir back.
Josh wants above all to protect Kir. But Josh doesn't know if that's the right thing to do, or if he's unknowingly succumbed to the Minder's control.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Monster
Josh handed over the cheap repair kit and Kir took it with a jerk.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
“You can keep it. Do you have your own pump?” Josh knew he didn’t.
“No. But if you’re in a hurry…”
Josh leaned against a tree. “I’m not.” He kept his smile on low beam. “I can wait. You can use mine.”
Kir held his gaze for a moment, going wide-eyed.
Oh, baby, don’t tell me you’re easy. This was the monster the agency had hunted for over a year?
“Thanks,” Kir repeated. A man of few words. A monster of few words, Josh reminded himself. It was all well and good to get into his role here but he shouldn’t forget Kir was a twenty-two-year-old psychotic Minder.
Kir crouched down and went to work while Josh eyed him. Just as well the boy wore loose clothing. Josh didn’t need the distraction right now. Dark eyes and faux naiveté were bad enough. Not that Josh pursued youth or inexperience but he had an unrewarding protective streak that was easily aroused.
Rather than openly admire the boy’s body, he watched the families walk, bike and skate past on the all-purpose asphalt path. Kir came here every day and Josh had chosen to catch him on Sunday when the crowd could explain his own presence and make him less of a perceived threat.
A couple of minutes later Kir rose with a sheepish expression. “I never get flats. I don’t know what happened today.”
“Glass, maybe.”
He frowned. “I don’t think so. I didn’t see any.”
“Would you like to use the pump?” Josh brandished his.
“Thanks.”
“You sure are polite. That’s the fourth time you’ve thanked me.”
Kir ducked his head endearingly and Josh wondered if he were being played. Fine, let the boy think he was in control and Josh was charmed by his artless act. Josh passed the pump and made finger contact.
Shivering, Kir pulled away. Psis often didn’t like to be touched, but the boy’s expression conveyed surprise, not recoil. He crouched down quickly, though not before Josh observed a flush.
This is like taking candy from a baby. “I hardly ever use this park, though I live nearby.”
Kir glanced at him. “I come here all the time. When it’s cooler, I run.”
“I’m not surprised. You have runner’s legs.”
Instead of acknowledging the compliment, Kir concentrated on attaching the pump to the tire.
“Actually, I’m glad I stopped,” continued Josh. “The sun is getting to me. I’m heading home for a drink soon.”
Kir worked the pump furiously and Josh waited, giving the boy time to absorb what was happening. When he was done, Kir rose and wiped his face on the sleeve of his T-shirt.
“I hope you have lots of water,” said Josh.
“Uh, some.” Kir stood on the balls of his feet, ready to spring. Under normal circumstances, Josh would never move on someone so skittish.
“Come back to my place and hydrate yourself.” Josh kept his words light.
Kir stared, as if he were a deer caught in headlights, and Josh was annoyed that a part of him felt bad. Either the monster was a very good actor, or he really couldn’t decide whether or not to accept the invitation.
“Can I have my pump?” Josh held out his hand.
“Oh. Yeah.”
This time Josh didn’t force the finger contact. He just took the pump and attached it to his bike. Kir watched as Josh slung a leg over the bicycle’s bar. “Coming?” he asked, as if it were no big deal.
Kir blinked. “Okay.”
“Follow me.” Josh set off and didn’t look back.
As he sped up, he wondered if he’d played it too cool. For a real hookup, he would have pushed harder to make Kir know he was wanted. But in this situation, the less Josh appeared to care, the better. The boy had good reason to be suspicious. The agency had been hunting him for a year now and he’d had some close calls.
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