Mr. Wolfe

by Llewellyn, A. J.

  His husband lost no time in beginning to work his cock against Mr. Wolfe's tight hole. Tight, but hungry. Soon, he was halfway inside and Mr. Wolfe felt the first hard rub of stone. He knew it was the moonstone. He was a creature of the moon and knew that this was the reason Ambrosio had used this ethereal gem. The knowledge and sweet pressure against his ass made his cock leap, his whole body rippling with pleasure.

  By the time Ambrosio entered him fully, Mr. Wolfe was babbling nonsense. He wanted it, wanted it badly, and braced himself for the vigorous ass fucking he knew he was going to get.

  "Please, please, please," he begged until they both came, his perineum quaking against the rapid assault, his entire body feeling the shadow of fire and smoke as they shuddered against one another.

  "Beautiful," Mr. Wolfe muttered as Ambrosio fell on top of him. They remained this way, sated, still coming, for several moments until Mr. Wolfe detected a disturbance outside.

  He lifted his head and looked out of the windows. There, down below, hidden in the walnut tree in their garden, was Zev.

  Holy crap...

  "It's okay," Ambrosio said. "We knew he'd come."

  Mr. Wolfe wanted to go down and chase after him, but the truth was, he couldn't see up here. Their windows had been blacked out. They could see out, but nobody could see in.

  Ambrosio rolled off him and gathered him into his arms, tucking Mr. Wolfe's head under his chin.

  Passions slaked...for now, they needed rest. They both needed it, if the gathering storm Mr. Wolf knew they both sensed held true...

  * * * *

  Ambrosio collected his sister from Burbank Airport four days later very early in the morning. She'd flown from Japan to New York to visit an old friend and from there had taken a Jet Blue flight to LA. How ironic and how damned inconvenient when he and Wolfie were working at LAX!

  Mireille looked as lovely and lithe as ever. All the other passengers around her stopped to stare as she strode past them in her sleeveless black tweed dress with pearl accents. Very Mireille and very Chanel.

  She wore her favorite impossibly high black heels and toted her black Chanel suitcase alongside her. She'd cut her long, dark hair to the shoulders and it looked perfect. It was one of the things he so loved about her. Her sense of precision. It had been the first thing that had attracted him to Wolfie.

  He hugged her hard, surprised that she had only one suitcase, then remembered that unlike him and Wolfie, she constantly reinvented herself and never took the past with her, except, as she always said, in her heart.

  "I had the most divine Mexican on the plane," she said. It took him a second to realize she meant a Mexican man. He shook his head.

  "Will he live to tell the tale?"

  "But of course." She smiled, her teeth white, her skin almost rosy with the flush of a fresh repast. "He's alive and very happy but I swamped him with pheromones. He won't remember a thing."

  With her track record of smitten, besotted boyfriends, that was good thinking.

  "Where is my wolfman?" she asked, peering into the SUV as though expecting to find him there.

  "Well, he's not hiding in the cargo hold," he assured her with a grin.

  "Oh, too bad. I can't wait to see him."

  He buckled her into the passenger seat, his spirits soaring at the thought of her being here permanently.

  "How is the new collection going?" she asked. "Wolfie mentioned that he wanted me to handle the Beckett costumes."

  As he drove out of the parking lot, Ambrosio nodded. "It's a pain in the ass, that collection."

  She nodded, slipping on very dark sunglasses. "I studied the photos you sent me. You really do need me."

  "Yeah we do. It took us a few hours to realize most of the costumes were not made to last. They weren't made for performances, really. They were built for photography. They're falling apart, some of them, literally at the seams."

  "And how are the pixies handling them?" she asked.

  "We've kept them at LAX to handle Zara Finley's collection. Now you're here, we can switch them off; one day with you, one day with us."

  She frowned. "Have you adequate maple syrup?"

  "Plenty."

  She still didn't look happy. "Pixies are such hard work."

  He hesitated. "You'll have an assistant."

  "Oh, yes, Wolfie mentioned him. Vex, isn't it?"

  Vex sure sums him up...

  "Vez."

  Mireille held up a finger. "I must remember that. Do you mind if I take a catnap? I'd like to dream of Mexico." She smiled, making Ambrosio laugh.

  "Wolfie's determined to find you a husband."

  She suddenly straightened. "Really?" She seemed so happy now. "I can't wait! What's this Vez like?"

  "Gay. And obnoxious." He resisted saying more. Mireille would only worry and besides, things had quieted down with Vez. He'd stopped following Ambrosio and sneaking around.

  "He has a crush on you?" Her head swiveled toward him at an inquisitive angle.

  "Yes. I think it's okay now."

  "We'll soon see," she said, leaning her head back against the seat.

  * * * *

  Over the coming weeks, Mireille proved to be exactly what the already exhausted team needed. She worked well with Vez and the pixies and became an object of fantasy for Miguel.

  "Don't you have enough babies?" Wolfie had snapped at the drooling teen one afternoon. It was especially hot that day and the A/C was holding up, but somehow things felt unbearable in the warehouse. The full moon was coming in just a few days and Wolfie became very tense in the final days before he finished an assignment.

  "You can never have enough babies," Miguel responded. Trevor was the only one who laughed.

  Wolfie pulled Ambrosio aside shortly after his exchange with Miguel and said, "I'm still worried about the white wall clock."

  For a moment, Ambrosio had no idea what Wolfie was talking about, then he remembered. "You mean the one that went missing when we first started?"

  "That's the one. I have no idea where it could have gone."

  Ambrosio thought for a moment. He realized now why Wolfie cared so much. Ambrosio had actually been the first team member to enter the warehouse, the day before Wolfie officially took on the assignment. He'd posed as a worker putting the clock into the warehouse at Zara Finley's instruction.

  The clock was actually an elaborate spy camera and it had cost Zara a fortune. Wolfie hated to have anything go missing on his watch. He hadn't been worried about the pixies showing up on the other cameras mounted in the workspace because humans couldn't see them. And besides, Ambrosio had been able to stop footage of the dress Adorabelle had torn. It had been mended and looked just like new.

  "Maybe Zara took it out of there," Ambrosio said. "Maybe she thought the problem was solved and took it back for a refund."

  "That's possible." Wolfie didn't look convinced. He hated the very idea that Zara would think he hadn't been in complete control of the assignment and had allowed something to be removed without his knowledge.

  "I'll have Mireille ask Virginia," Ambrosio suggested. "She could ask her very casually."

  "Good idea." Wolfie looked like he wanted to kiss him. Ambrosio wished he would.

  * * * *

  Two nights later, Ambrosio opened a bottle of wine as he prepared dinner for Wolfie. It was one of the best he had ever opened and after toasting his sister and husband, took his time savoring mouthfuls on the smooth and full-bodied 1999 Shafer cabernet sauvignon.

  Their conversation flowed, laughter following in spite of the fact that the full moon was a day away and Wolfie's hair could no longer be shaved away effectively. Not to mention, the damned clock was still missing and Virginia had told Mireille she'd no idea what could have come of it.

  When they sat down to dinner, Wolfie worked steadily through a New York-cut steak. He seemed very cheery in spite of his mounting stress. He stopped to sip his wine and leaned over to kiss Ambrosio. Mireille laughed. "You two make me
sick."

  Ambrosio poked his tongue at her. She'd just eaten some steak tartare. She preferred raw meat, just like Wolfie. Wolfie however needed all the sustenance he could get now that he was feeding two vampires.

  "That Vez person is so irritating," Mireille suddenly said. "Always skulking around. Always asking questions."

  Before either man could respond, the front doorbell rang. They each stared at one another.

  "Nobody ever comes here," Wolfie suddenly whispered, his face ashen.

  "Nobody," his husband agreed.

  The three family members dropped their napkins and walked together to the front door.

  They were surprised to see Miguel standing on the doorstep, a strange smile on his face.

  "He knows everything," he said.

  There was a deathly pause.

  "Who does?" Wolfie asked, his tone light. But Ambrosio could feel his stiff rage.

  Oh, God. Why now?

  "Vez," Miguel said. From behind his back he produced a white clock and handed it to Wolfie. "He took this down and ripped it apart. He hid the camera in your car, Mr. Wolfe. He knows you're husbands. He knows you've lived a long time. He...he...knows you're vampires."

  Another deathly silence, then Miguel said, "We went out for margaritas a couple of nights ago and he told me the whole thing. He left me and I followed him. I didn't really believe him but then I saw things on the video."

  "He has a video?" A pale-looking Wolfie swayed slightly.

  "I have it," Miguel said. "You can destroy it then nobody will ever know. I don't want to hurt you, I want to learn from you. I've received more love and respect from you, Mr. Wolfe, and Ambrosio, than I ever got from my whole family. I've never met anyone like either of you. And now I know why. You're immortal. You've seen it all. I mean, really seen it all. I couldn't buy an apprenticeship like this."

  When nobody said anything, Miguel said, "I'm like Cinderfella. Please don't send me back to the pumpkins. Being with you all is better than being in ten thousand palaces. I will do anything you ask. I will even keep those mean little pixies in line."

  "You can see them?" Ambrosio was stunned. Very few humans saw the pixies in action. The kid sure had a way with words. Ambrosio was moved by Miguel's speech. He knew the young man's sentiments were heartfelt.

  "They tried to lure me into their union," Miguel said.

  "Union?" Mireille, Wolfie and Ambrosio shouted as one.

  Miguel shook his head. "I didn't know that their idea of a union meeting was belting down maple syrup and getting naked." He shot a hopeful glance at Mireille. "That stuff didn't do much for me, but I did like being trusted. I've never been in a union before. I don't suppose you would be interested in coming to one of those meetings? You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Anywhere."

  "Really? " Mireille looked ecstatic. "Well! "

  "Yes." Miguel nodded. "And your breath is like sweet wine, not stinky and yucky like those pixies." He suddenly frowned. "You'd think with all that maple syrup that they'd have nice breath."

  Ambrosio couldn't believe it. They'd never had a human worker the pixies had liked. Maybe this was a sign that they should make Miguel one of them.

  "Where is Vez now?" Wolfie asked,

  "He's hiding in your backyard. He watches you at night. He's obsessed with Ambrosio."

  "Oh, God." Mireille's hands flew to her face. Ambrosio put his arm around her.

  "He has seen you feeding and biting each other. He hid cameras around the house. I know where they are. I'll help you take them down. I'll help you destroy them."

  "In exchange for what?" Wolfie asked, his voice cracking.

  "Make me one of you. Give me eternal life. Trevor said you did it for him. Make me part of your family. Your vampire apprentice."

  So, he doesn't know Wolfie is a were... Ambrosio's thoughts raced.

  "Done. Mireille?" Wolfie turned to her. The lovely vampire was already excited, her teeth protruding as she took Miguel by the hand and led him down the hall.

  "I have such a fondness for Mexican lately," she said, her voice velvety and smooth, "And Miguel has such a lovely way with a buttonhole."

  Wolfie turned the clock over in his hands. "I suspected this. I'm going to entrust you to put it back, camera in place, my love."

  Ambrosio frowned. "Where are you going?"

  "To finish what Vez unfortunately started."

  "No, you are not. I am." Wolfie opened his mouth, but Ambrosio cut him off. "He's mine," he snarled. "He sought to destroy my life, my marriage."

  Wolfie said nothing, just accepted the toothy kiss Ambrosio offered him. He followed Ambrosio to the backdoor, where Vez awaited them, jumping back when he saw the two men advancing on him.

  Vez had a gun, but the vampire and his werewolf husband were too swift. Ambrosio attacked his throat, choking off his screams. He felt Wolfie beside him, morphing, changing. He fought Vez, wrestling the gun from his limp fingers.

  Ambrosio dropped the dead man to the ground, looking up at the moon with bloody eyes. Some folks called it a hunter's moon.

  He called it something else. Time to protect his wolf.

  Wolfie was turning. And turning fast.

  "It's okay," he murmured, rushing his husband toward the guesthouse.

  "You can't see me like this," Wolfie screamed.

  "It's okay," Ambrosio said again. "It's all going to be all right." He kissed his husband's hairy nose, thrilling at the sight of his gaping fangs.

  One night he would fuck his husband in his shifted form. But not this night.

  "I'll finish the job. Mireille and I can handle it all." He kissed Wolfie's nose again. Oh, it was cold. "I'll get rid of the body and I'll be here waiting for you when you change back."

  "I love you," Wolfie said.

  "Oh, baby, and I love you. I already miss you."

  "Me, too. Will do you me a favor and bring my favorite movie out here?" Wolfie's voice was almost unrecognizable. His facial and body hair had also become huge. It was the one the thing that always embarrassed him. He said it looked like he'd back-combed and teased it, but of course he hadn't.

  "It's already here," Ambrosio said. He pushed his husband inside and triple bolted the door.

  He leaned against the door and heard Wolfie moving around. "Found it!" he called out, his voice a thick growl now.

  His favorite movie was Mean Girls. Wolfie watched it over and over again when he shifted, but hated it the rest of the time.

  He moved back toward the house and saw his sister running across the garden to him.

  "Miguel's sleepy, so I cuffed him to the bed." She pointed to Vez's strewn body on the grass.

  "What do we do with him?"

  "We do what we always do. We get away with the perfect murder. We feed him to the sharks."

  As brother and sister hauled the body away, Mr. Wolfe howled with laughter at the movie he watched. Ambrosio started to laugh. He remembered a line from the movie now, and to him it was all about his husband.

  "That's why her hair is so big. It's full of secrets..."

  A. J. Llewellyn

  A. J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A. J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals--especially the dog, the cat and the turtle. A. J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

  To find out more about A. J., visit www.ajllewellyn.com or you can email A. J. at AJ@AJLlewellyn.com.

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  When Hollywood theatrical agent Daren Marlowe celebrates his thirtieth birthday with friends, he's more than surprised when his best friend gives him a CD that is a revamp of the old 80s' mixed tape. He's even more surprised when he realizes it's a re-gifted mixed tape. The first song on the CD is the syrupy Kool and the Gang classic, "Ch
erish." When Daren takes it home, he has no plans to look at the CD again, let alone play it, but his new lover, Rafael, puts it on the sound system.

  Daren gets to Cherish the love over and over and over again because the darned thing is stuck. Forced to close off the sound system entirely, he frets over being held hostage by the song and he's not wrong. In a bizarre set of circumstances, Richard is assaulted and almost dies. Will he survive? Can Daren actually forge a viable relationship with the sexy and hypnotic Rafael--for as long as they both shall live--in a town where the men don't always cherish their men?

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  Table of Contents

  MR. WOLFE

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  A. J. Llewellyn

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