Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle (Shifters & Bad Boys. Man love, bdsm, and rockstar romance. Book 1)

by Anita Lawless

  “It’s not fair.” His ruddy face crumpled in defeat. “Why should he get to be happy when I’m miserable?” He pointed a shaking finger in my direction. “Besides, not like it means anything.” His sneer returned. “You two won’t be recognized in the eyes of the law.”

  I’d had it. I stomped up beside my sister and stared the old man down, but before I could speak, Fiona defended me, like she always had. “James and Jack have that covered. I’m the beneficiary of both their estates. If anything should happen, goddess forbid, I’m to make sure the remaining partner keeps all their combined assets, and you bet I’ll make sure my brother, or Jack, is protected.”

  Father’s face pruned. He looked from me to my sister with eyes made bleary by too much whiskey. Then he did something I have never seen my father do before. He burst into tears.

  “She left me.” He bawled as he fell to his knees in front of me. “How could she leave me? This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m supposed to be a happy old man with a pretty girl on my arm. But you,” he stabbed a finger in my direction and his face twisted with anger, “you’re the one getting married. This is a sick and twisted joke.”

  I hooked a hand under the old bastard’s arm and heaved him to his feet. “No, this is poetic justice,” I snarled as our noses touched. “Who left you? Your little girlfriend?”

  I thought of the young woman Jack and I had seen my father with at the carnival. A girl who had to be twenty years my father’s junior. Not that I had anything against relationships between people with large age differences. As long as the two were of age, consenting adults, who was I to question the strange ways of love? But I knew, in my father’s case, it hadn’t been love. The young woman had been a mere trophy, and she’d been smart to get away from my father’s cruel ways. I silently congratulated her, whoever she was, for breaking free.

  Father nodded meekly.

  I scoffed and said what I was thinking. “Smart woman, kicking you to the curb. Your cruelty breaks people, Dad. She doesn’t deserve that, any more than I did, or Fiona, or Mom.”

  He growled and lunged at me then, but a ruckus raised behind me, and I turned in time to see my fiance break free from his band mates. He came barreling down the aisle, his gaze full of wrath that zoned in on my father.

  Brian and I heaved the old man to his feet and created a barrier to stop Jack’s murderous intent. He slammed into my shoulder, nearly knocking me on top of my old man and throwing us both to the grass. But his band mates pulled him back just as me, Brian, and Fiona gathered up Dad and showed him back out the gate he broke. He continued to bluster while Brian went and called him a cab, and he hurled curses still as we helped him in the vehicle and gave the driver directions.

  Finally everyone settled and we got back to the ceremony. Corey went to retrieve the rings as we drew closer to saying “I do.” He returned proudly carrying a tiny, butter colored pillow before him, our two rings placed in the center.

  The Justice of the Peace smiled at me. “Do you, James Ratherton Smith, take Jack Matthew Randall to be your partner?”

  I beamed at my punk rock lover. A cool breeze whipped around us, but his hair never moved, and I cast a grin at Darby’s proud expression. “I do.”

  “And do you, Jack Matthew Randall, take James Ratherton Smith to be your partner?”

  With that trademark crooked smile, Jack said, “I do.”

  “I now pronounce you loving partners,” the Justice of the Peace proclaimed.

  The crowd erupted in cheers. Jack kissed me breathless, then my sister grabbed me for a rib squeezing hug. Later, I let her have the honor of throwing the bouquet, and Darby took a running jump to catch it.

  ***

  Tomorrow we had a boat to catch, but tonight we would lounge in a palatial suite. We’d decided a Caribbean cruise was in order for our honeymoon. Jack had been on one before, but he was more than happy to go a second time with me. I was positively vibrating with excitement, and it was hard to come down after such a stimuli filled day.

  Our suite was huge, with a tiny kitchen area and sprawling, plush golden couches that spanned an entire wall. There was a mammoth flat screen TV. A four poster bed, decked out in creme pillows with gold and white blankets and sheets, dominated the far corner. Perched between two cushy golden arm chairs, a round table looked ready to buckle from the weight of our wedding presents.

  I went to the table and plucked a wicker gift basket from the top of the pile. It was wrapped in mint colored foil, with a big yellow bow tying the top of it in a scrunched flourish.

  “What’s that?” Jack sat up when I returned to the bed, peering curiously at the package.

  “It’s from the boys.” This was my affectionate reference for his band mates. Carefully I ripped the bow off and peeled back the foil.

  Jack teased me. “Tear the wrapper away, love. Throw caution to the wind.”

  I shook a finger at him, grinning. “If I get too He-Man, I’ll send the contents flying. Besides, you should be patient and wait.”

  He waved me off and yanked at the foil. A box of expensive chocolate tumbled from the basket. Swiftly he scooped these from the bed and arched an eyebrow at me. “We could have fun with these. Lay back, lover.”

  “Nuh-uh.” I placed a hand on the cleft between his pecs and pushed him back to the bed. “It’s my turn. Besides, there’s more things in here we can have fun with.”

  Jack went to lunge for the basket again, but I threatened to tie him to the headboard if he peeked. He plopped back against the pillows and said, “Do your worst, Smith. I’m ready for you.”

  So I stole the sashes from the curtains and bound his wrists, then I looped the leftover lengths around each bedpost. He laid with arms splayed, totally helpless.

  “Now that you’re completely at my mercy, let’s begin,” I said, and I took the lid from the chocolates. While he watched, I placed a line of sweets down his torso, starting between his nipples and ending at the bottom of his stomach. “Whatever you do, don’t move.”

  I went back to the basket to get my next instrument of erotic torture: chocolate ‘n’ cherries body paint, brush included. When I returned, Jack eyed the oval shaped bottle and asked, “What’re you planning on doing to me exactly?” His eyebrow quirked up.

  “Well, I’m going to eat this line of chocolates off you.” I tickled the side of his stomach, then admonished him when he jumped, spilling two candies from his abdomen. He growled at me in response. “But, first, I’m going to paint your cock and balls with this tasty body paint.”

  “And I have to stay tied up the whole time?” He tugged at his tethers and exaggerated a sigh.

  “Of course.” I positioned myself between his legs and cracked open the bottle before I added, “Oh, and you have to remain as still as possible. If you so much as drop one chocolate, I’ll leave you here, unsatisfied, and go watch reruns of Teenage Mutated Samurai Reptiles.”

  He shook his head, but only slightly. “I’ll never understand your fascination with that cartoon. You’re a strange man, James, but that’s why I love you.” Then he took a deep breath to steel his resolve, and told me to have at it.

  I plunged the brush into the body paint and covered it liberally with the sticky substance. First I went to work on his scrotum, cursing the strings of body paint that dropped from my brush to the bed. The cleaning lady would surely regret our presence tomorrow morning, and I said a silent apology to the woman as I swirled the brush over Jack’s tender flesh, coating the apricot shaped sac with a sheen of edible artistry.

  He hissed air between his teeth when I finished, and the chocolates on his torso jiggled. “Careful,” I said, smirking and wagging a finger. This earned me another growl.

  I drew the tip of the brush up from the base of his cock to its purple head. He moaned and tossed his head on the pillows, so I swirled the feathery touch of the brush beneath his ridge. His hands knotted into fists, and he murmured between clenched teeth, “Oh, you wait until you untie me.”


  I chuckled while I dipped the tip back into the bottle, soaking up a fresh coat of liquid candy. Then I went to work sweeping broad strokes back and forth over his shaft. By now he breathed loudly through his teeth, and I could tell my lover, not a patient man, grew closer to losing control. But I was feeling cheeky, and wanted to take him to the edge of erotic torment.

  His cock grew rock hard as I covered it in a glistening coat of paint. His body trembled slightly as I took my time. I could feel his leg muscles quivering beneath me with the strain of keeping his enjoyment internal. When his steely hard on swung close to his stomach, nearly knocking the chocolate line askew, I decided it was time to take him toward release.

  Holding his cock away from the candy, I told him what came next. “Okay, lover. Now I’ll slowly eat every chocolate from your body, working my way up. When I’m done, I’ll lick your cock clean.”

  “Untie me first,” he demanded breathlessly.

  “Oh no.” I shook my head. “You remain bound until I decide differently.”

  He gasped and his eyes widened with mock horror. “You bastard.”

  I laughed as my head dipped toward the first chocolate. “I prefer the term scoundrel.”

  I made sure my tongue lingered on his heated skin as I scooped the first chocolate up. When I reached his belly button, I swirled my tongue in the shallow hole before I continued. At his nipples, I teased the hard tips mercilessly before I ate the chocolate positioned between them.

  “Dear god.” He gasped, his breath sounding ragged. “If you don’t lick my cock clean soon, I swear I’ll break these bed posts.” He shook his bound wrists for effect.

  “Temper, temper,” I scolded, then took extra long kissing my way back down to his groin. Finally I dipped my head to his balls, lapping as much of the candied liquid away as I could. Now that he was able, my lover writhed under this pleasure. His groans grew louder as he did so.

  “Please,” he begged. “Suck my cock, now.”

  I took his penis in my mouth, sucking him in until his glans brushed the back of my throat. Jack let out a long hiss of air and thrust up into my mouth. As I held him there, I swept my tongue back and forth over the soft skin that covered rigid muscle. He pulled back and I kept the suction tight, which made him moan all the more. He face fucked me in a slow rhythm at first, while I continued to keep my mouth tightly wrapped around his girth.

  Then I stopped him so I could control the motions, lick him clean. I coiled a hand around the base of his sticky cock. Opening my mouth wide, I pressed the entire length of my tongue against his pulsing dick, making slow, thorough strokes with this wet muscle. I used the tip liberally beneath his ridge, making sure I explored and cleaned every inch. Then I took all of him in my mouth again and sucked him hard and fast, my lips pumping up and down his shaft in a frenzy.

  “Ohhh, James.” The bed shook as he fought his bonds. “Untie me. Let me fuck you.”

  I pulled my mouth away and replaced it with my hand. “Nope. You stay tied up, while I fuck you.”

  His eyes went wide as they met mine. I gave him a vulpine smile, and he glared at me while he returned it. “You’re a devil, you know that?”

  I nodded as I positioned him and coiled a hand around my own straining erection. “Another reason you love me.”

  I held his ass high and lubed up my dick with another goodie from the basket. The lubricant promised extra sensation, so I brought it along too, figuring I’d give it a try. Now, as I slid my girth into my partner, the skin tingled with a pleasant flame that already amped up the sensation.

  I took him in a slow rhythm at first, but as I watched his face twist then calm in bliss, watched his hand fist in their bonds under the intense passion we shared, my thrusts grew faster. The lube coating my dick made the motion akin to paradise. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head under the assault as I pumped in and out of his ass faster and faster.

  I curled my sticky hand around his candy slick cock and worked him closer to climax. The leftover liquid mingled with my spit to make excellent lube, and my hand slid as if coated in honey. It wasn’t long before his back arched up off the quilt and he let out a long “Ahhhh,” as cum jetted from his dick, spattering the blankets, his torso, and my chest and face. I followed soon after, driving my cock in his ass to the root and spurting hot seed inside him in two great twitches.

  Finally I untied him. He lunged from his fabric shackles and threw me to the bed, pinning me like a predatory cat.

  I cast a lazy, crooked grin up at him. “Enjoy that?”

  He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, James, it’s my turn.”

  ***

  Waking Up Werewolf The Complete Series

  By C.J. Sneere

  Welcome to the underground, where monsters rule and sex becomes an adventure.

  Includes:

  Waking Up Werewolf Part 1

  Waking Up Werewolf Part 2: Vicious Vampire Love

  Waking Up Werewolf Part 3: Troll Takedown

  Waking Up Werewolf Part 4: Passion Inside Purity

  Waking Up Werewolf Bonus Story: Christmas Wolf

  ***

  Waking Up Werewolf

  (Waking Up Werewolf Series Part 1)

  Prologue

  Warren appreciated the perfect life he now possessed. He just doubted it would last. He chided the cynic in him for being unappreciative as he walked his and Tamara’s dog, Tulle—a Boston Terrier / Beagle mix who had to sniff everything within her path.

  “That tulip smells the same as the last one you smelled,” he told the dog, bending down to give her short coat a pet. “And, anyway, tulips don’t even smell, do they?”

  Yes, life was good. No, great. He’d just been promoted to head ad designer in his department at his advertising firm. Tamara had moved in with him six months ago, and their relationship had deepened. He’d decided it was time to pop the question. But, first, there was something Warren had to tell his girlfriend of two years.

  It was time to come out of his closet and admit he was bisexual. If he and Tamara were going to spend the rest of their lives together—and Warren didn’t plan on getting divorced—then she needed to know everything about him. He wanted no surprises after they said ‘I do.’

  He thought about their honeymoon as he and Tulle strolled down a walkway domed by hedges grown in arches.

  “What about Queen Charlotte Islands, hmmm, girl?” The dog just sniffed another tulip and ignored Warren.

  But he thought a trip to Haida Gwaii might be just the thing. He’d never seen the islands of his ancestors, though Grandma had told him what she remembered of Moresby. Even though he lived in Richmond, relatively close to the place of the Hadia Nation, it might as well have been a world away. Particularly when he was a kid, and he and Gran had to make due on her tiny pension and some left over from his parent’s insurance. He’d been a Surrey boy back then. How far he’d come, he mused.

  Little Tulle stiffened, and the short hairs along her spine stood up. She curled her lip and focused forward as she let out a low, warning growl.

  “What’s up there?”

  Warren held the leash tightly and shielded his eyes against the harsh glow of the globular streetlamps. At first, he saw only darkness and hedges, but then something shifted in the shadows. Something with massive shoulders hunkered low at the end of the walkway. It rose up a bit, and he caught a glimpse of pointy ears atop a shaggy head.

  “Hello?” he called, and instantly felt the fool for it. Haven’t you seen enough horror movies to know NOT to do that? he thought, then he turned on his heel and said, “Come on, Tulle. Let’s go home.”

  But the thing at the end of the path growled, loud and ferocious. Fear tingled along the back of his neck. It zipped electric spikes up and down his spine. He picked up Tulle and walked faster.

  The creature let out another angry snarl. Then it started to charge toward them. It’s lumbering gait made an ominous thuwp thuwp against the concrete sidewalk.

  Warren
put speed under his heels and ran. He dared only a quick glimpse behind him. “Oh fuck,” he blurted, when his gaze lit on a ball of powerful fur and muscle streaking closer.

  Warren ran faster.

  Claws dug deep into the meat of his back, tearing his t-shirt to shreds with an audible briiiiiiip. Tulle flew from his arms and landed on her feet. The dog took one look behind her, as if to say, “Sorry, dude!” and then she booked it out of there big time.

  The creature smelled of wet dog and forest undergrowth. It sank powerful teeth into Warren’s shoulder and he screamed. He thrashed under the weight and strength of the beast, finally flipping onto his back and pinning the creature beneath him.

  Warren reached behind him with one shaky hand, searching for his attacker’s eyeballs. With much effort, he managed to find them and jab a thumb deep into the soft, egg-like eyeball. The sensation was disgusting, but revulsion was the last thing on his mind. Survival occupied his every thought. He dug the thumb in deeper as the thing tried to thrash away. A soft pop sounded, and eyeball ran down his hand. The creature howled in pain and the claws in his back loosened then fell away.

  Pain shrieked through the muscles of his back and neck. Warren touched the wetness that trickled down his clavicle. Blood, and lots of it, streaked his palm. Though his world was blurry, like someone smeared greasy fingers over his vision, he pulled a deep breath into his lungs, pushed down the weak feeling, and ran again.

  The thing was in pursuit once more. He felt its hot breath on his heels. Warren thought it would take him down again, but then two gunshots sounded, followed by a whimper and a piercing series of yips. He turned to see the beast that pursued crumple into the green grass, just as he did. It looked like an oversized timber wolf, he thought, just before blackness bloomed over his sight, stealing consciousness away.

  A short time later, face pressed in the cool, damp grass, Warren heard voices.

  “Bastian will be happy we’ve brought down the rogue. That bastard almost got us neck deep in trouble with the humans.”