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

by Anita Lawless

  “Sorry, we were just chasing down the one you let get away,” Sid laid the sarcastic tone on heavily. “Perhaps you forgot that.”

  Richard grumbled something unintelligible as they all gathered close and helped him untied the young man. Once he was free, he sprang from the chair, chest heaving with panic, and stood close to Richard.

  “He wants to kill you all,” the young man whispered. “That’s why he brought us here. Why he encouraged me to request training with you three. To find the triad and wipe them out. He was going to kill me because he knew I discovered his plan.”

  Sid felt compassion for the poor young man. He laid a hand on his shoulder and stared into his gleaming hazel eyes. When he did so, he received a vision that nearly knocked him to his knees. This werewolf was brought Underground for many reasons, and he was to be the new leader of the Council Hunters.

  “What’s your name?” Sid asked, his voice shaking from the force of the prophecy he’d just witnessed.

  “Harris,” the young man replied meekly, not meeting Sid’s eyes as he did so. “Harris O’ Connell.”

  “Who was the man who just fled from here? Who was he really?”

  Harris still avoided Sid’s gaze as he spoke. “His name is Garrity Tyler. He was from Purity. We both were. He saved me when the lab on the island blew up. I was one of Purity’s prisoners. He was one of their modified human experiments.”

  “But he passed himself off as a werewolf,” Richard interjected.

  Harris nodded. “Because he is. They used my DNA to turn him into one.”

  Harris told them how Garrity nursed him back to health and brought him to Underground. Garrity had concocted the elaborate story about the wolf pack they’d been traveling with, and the troll attack that supposedly brought their pack down.

  “He said we couldn’t say we were survivors of Purity,” Harris told them. “Said you would question our true motives then, and we’d never get into Underground.” The young man gave a bitter scoff at this. “And I believed him. Went right along with his scheme without question, cause he told me I’d been chosen.” The young man rolled his eyes.

  Sid’s gut tightened and he revisited his recent flash of prophecy. “Chosen?”

  Harris looked up at him with sad eyes. “Yeah, he said I was destined to be some Council Hunter. What a crock.”

  Sid touched the boy’s shoulder again in a reassuring gesture. “Don’t be so sure everything Garrity told you was a lie.”

  Harris, Warren, and Avery looked at him then, frowned, and spoke in unison, “What?”

  Sid was too weary to explain, but Richard interrupted and saved the trouble. “Where is Garrity exactly?”

  “He escaped into the Sands of Aziza,” Avery answered.

  Richard paled and played with the cravat at his throat. “We’ll have to go in and get him.”

  “We’ll need supplies,” Avery said. “You don’t go into the sands unprepared.”

  “Do we really need to go in at all?” Sid blurted, hating the dubious stares it earned him. “Let’s face it, this Garrity doesn’t know what waits for him in the sands. He’ll be dead by tomorrow evening.”

  Harris shook his head. “No offense, but you don’t know Garrity. That guy can survive anything.”

  Richard gave Sid a disapproving look. “We have to make sure the threat to Underground is eliminated.”

  Sid breathed hard. The back of his neck tingled with a faint tickle of doom. He remembered what happened last time he stepped onto the Sands of Aziza. A mission with Richard and Avery, back when he’d been in vampire training. A mission to retrieve a young gorgon who had run away and got lost in the Sands of Aziza. That expedition saw three monsters laid dead, their bodies torn beyond recognition. The young gorgon was never found.

  He couldn’t be responsible for that again. What if he lost Warren and Avery in the sands this time?

  He fisted his sweaty hands, frowned at the others in the room. “We aren’t going in there. I promised I’d never go back, never take anyone into that forsaken place. I stand by that promise.”

  Then he stalked off, out of the training building, ignoring the shouts of his companions to “Come back.”

  ***

  Sid sat on the floating bed, staring toward the window, when Warren and Avery came in. They sat on either side of him.

  “We shouldn’t go in so close to Underground’s birthday,” Sid said. “The veils will be too thin. The djinn will be extra powerful.”

  “You don’t even know the ghost djinn exist for sure,” Avery said, slipping a brawny arm across Sid’s shoulders. “That’s just a legend to keep people out of those cursed sands…”

  Sid looked at the troll and frowned. “Besides, we have to attend that special early Underground birthday party at Council Headquarters. We can’t up and leave for the sands and miss that.”

  “Wait a minute,” Warren piped up. “Is this birthday thing kinda like the human’s Christmas?”

  Sid rubbed his chin and thought about that. “In a way, I suppose. We don’t celebrate the birthday of a holy child, but we celebrate the birth of our monster sanctuary. The day Underground was officially opened to all creatures seeking shelter.”

  “So will there be presents and a tree?” Warren wore a sassy expression.

  Avery growled at Warren. “Not the time, werewolf. Not the time.” Then he gathered Sid closer and stroked him tenderly. “It’ll be different this trip. We’ll get in and out quickly.”

  Sid relished the warmth of the big monster’s body. He wanted to melt into it, but he could read the energy in the room. He had a good idea where things were going.

  “Did you tell Warren about our last visit to the sands?” he whispered, his lips brushing over the light dusting of hair that covered the troll’s pec.

  Warren’s hand slid up under Sid’s silky shirt. The werewolf cupped his bare waist. “Yes, he told me, and to protect Underground it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  Now Sid definitely knew where this was going. He could read the energy in the room loud and clear. His companions planned to seduce him into saying yes to this suicide mission.

  “So you’ve teamed with Lord Richard to bring me around, have you?” he said as the werewolf nipped and licked his neck. The hot stroke of tongue and sharp sting of teeth made him shiver.

  “We need to do this together,” Avery told him, pushing him flat against the mattress and moving between his legs to remove his jeans.

  In a few swift yanks, Sid lay naked from the waist down. “What if I refuse your advances?”

  Warren chuckled. “Say no to sex? Sid, you lack that ability.”

  Feeling peevish and cornered, Sid pushed the two away from him and leapt off the bed. “You underestimate my control.”

  Avery huffed, briefly crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine, then we’ll make out in front of you.” He turned to Warren as he started to strip. “Let’s see how long it takes him to join us.”

  The troll peeled tight jeans off sculpted thighs, then he yanked the werewolf’s white t-shirt off his sinewy chest. Next the troll scooped the werewolf into his arms and pulled him closer on the bed. He yanked Warren’s cargo pants and underwear off in one rough tug.

  The sound of ripping and the scent of passion filled Sid’s head, making his senses swim. He fisted his hands and struggled to maintain control over his libido.

  The werewolf freed the troll of his muscle hugging tank top, and soon their eager hands explored each other’s bodies.

  Sid’s stomach tightened as the werewolf’s tongue traced over the contours of the troll’s pecs. With lips and tongue, he next teased the troll’s nipples. The werewolf’s hand curled around his lover’s cock, who returned the grip with his own seeking fingers. They stroked each other rock hard as the werewolf licked the lines of definition in the troll’s abs.

  The vampire’s cock tingled in his pants and began to stiffen. He moaned in his torment, but he still made no move toward his lovers. H
e watched on and tried desperately to ignore his growing horniness.

  Never one to receive pleasure without giving it, the troll scooped the werewolf off his knees and the werewolf gave a surprised squeak as his lover laid him flat on the mattress. The writhing pair now pressed up against Sid’s legs. As they positioned themselves for a 69, Sid inhaled sharply. His cock twitched harder still.

  The pair rolled over so he had a great view of the werewolf sucking the troll’s massive, veiny cock. He groaned again as he watched the werewolf thoroughly lave the bulging blue veins snaking underneath taut, pinkish brown skin.

  “Are we getting to you yet, Sid?” Warren lifted his head long enough to cast the vampire a sultry look.

  “I’m like stone,” Sid murmured, hating the way the rasp in his voice betrayed him.

  The werewolf smirked at this and ran his tongue all over the troll’s balls before lapping at his shaft until pre-cum jetted faster from his cock head. As the vampire watched, his breathing grew shallow and rapid.

  While the werewolf gave the troll an expert blow job, one of the troll’s hands slipped up the vampire’s jean clad thigh. “Come on,” the troll coaxed. “You know you want to join us.” Then he went back to poking his tongue in the werewolf’s asshole while fondling his perineum.

  Finally the vampire could take it no longer. The troll’s long, thick fingers made their way farther up his thigh and teasingly brushed against his balls. He felt his ramrod stiff cock spurt pre-cum in his silky boxers. After another strangled moan escaped his throat, the vampire shucked his jeans, underwear, and silk shirt to get in on the action.

  But as he ran a hand down the werewolf’s rippling, sweat dampened back, the troll said, “Oh wait. Didn’t we tell you? You can’t partake unless you say yes.” His wide smile was positively evil.

  Sid crossed arms over his bare chest and scowled. “Say yes to what?”

  “Our mission in the Sands of Aziza of course.”

  He hissed through gnashing teeth, “You’re a right pair of bastards.”

  The troll chuckled. “Now you just sound like Lord Richard.”

  The werewolf pulled his mouth away from the troll cock, which now shone from a film of spit. “So you in or not?” He, too, wore a smile full of wickedness.

  The vampire considered this, but remained unmoving. “This is coercion! I have a good mind to leave right now and find satisfaction at the sex bazaar.”

  “But then you’d be breaking our pact of monogamy.”

  “You’re trying to break me by denying me sex!” Sid spat back.

  The werewolf chuckled. “Just say yes and you’re in.”

  His mirth infuriated the vampire further, but he glanced down at their hands gliding over cum and sweat slick skin and he gave in. “Fine, I’ll go, but you better make the orgasms worth it!”

  He plunged in between the pair of lovers. Warm, strong arms encircled his waist. Smooth hands splayed across his ass, kneading his firm cheeks with insistent fingers. These fingers parted his ass and a wet, hot tongue wriggled up and down his crack. It squirmed inside his anus, giving his anal walls a slick massage. He groaned and latched onto a cock directly in front of his face.

  He popped the meaty glans in his mouth and savored it like a lollipop, first licking all over its slippery, bulbous surface. Then he sucked hard on it while he twirled his tongue beneath the thick ridge. The troll growled out his enjoyment and nested fingers in the vampire’s hair.

  Between the vampire’s legs, the werewolf worked with skilled tongue, teeth, and lips. First he nipped the thin skin covering the vampire’s balls and tugged until the vampire gasped from the shock of pleasure / pain. He curled his tongue and used the tip to tickle the vampire’s perineum, making him groan and squirm. His groin was washed in erotic fire.

  His cock pulsed strong when the werewolf’s hand closed around it. The werewolf slid his fist to the base and kept it there, twisting gently as he lapped up pearly pre-cum. Then his entire mouth encased the vampire’s penis in a soft, fleshy heaven. The vampire sighed and lifted his hips off the bed, bumping his glans against the back of the werewolf’s throat.

  Suddenly the troll was behind him, slipping a wide palm across his waist then up his torso. The troll held him close, tickling his back with the downy hair that covered his massive chest. With his other hand, the troll spread the vampire’s legs then wrapped fingers around his corded thigh. He spread the vampire’s ass cheeks and lubed up his tight anus with gushing pre-cum before he nudged his thick cock in.

  The vampire mewled like a horny alley cat, while letting his anal canal relax completely to take all of his well endowed lover. His cock, still buried in the mouth of the eager-to-please werewolf, throbbed with the need to cum. His prostrated throbbed from the orgasm also building inside him. Slippery, tight sensation engulfed him, and the vampire lost himself.

  His thrust into the werewolf’s mouth grew primal, and he gripped the back of his lover’s head as he fucked his face faster and faster. The werewolf gagged and choked around the force, and he let up when he felt this and realized the intensity of his force.

  His ass opened wider for the troll, and he cooed in sheer bliss as the meaty cock pounded away at his anus. While he fisted handfuls of the werewolf’s hair and guided his mouth in a slower tempo he shoved his ass backward, grinding it into the troll’s pelvis as he took his penis to the root. The way his anal canal molded to his lover’s rigid cock was pure ecstasy. Like the satisfaction of scratching a bad itch magnified by a thousand times.

  Soon he sprayed hot spunk down the werewolf’s throat. The werewolf slurped around his dick and swallowed, which only heightened his climax with added sensation. The troll pounded away inside his ass, his balls slapping against the vampire’s, and the orgasm broke here too, reducing the vampire to a shivering mass between his two lovers.

  While the troll still fucked the ass off him, the vampire said to the werewolf, “Get up here and fuck my face, little wolf. Can’t have anyone left out.”

  A thick, shorter penis glided between the vampire’s lips. He sucked on it greedily and fondled the werewolf’s scrotum. He applied pressure to the perineum and stroked until the werewolf fucked his face swiftly and growled out his pleasure.

  From behind, the troll also grew more carnal. He gripped the vampire’s chest tight, holding him fast as he pumped in and out with wild abandon. Their balls slapped together with such force they stung.

  He pulled the werewolf’s cock from his mouth and said, “Cum all over my face, little wolf. Cum all over me.”

  The werewolf did as he requested, spraying pearly seed all over the vampire’s lips and cheeks, all over his chest.

  The troll buried his penis into the vampire’s ass a final time and held it there. Held it deep as it twitched and throbbed in release. The vampire felt hot cum dribbling from between his cheeks as the troll pulled out and slid over him. He moved up between him and the werewolf to lick the salty semen from the vampire chest, lingering at his nipples to tease him with teeth and tongue until his cock started to twitch and harden again.

  Sid laid there, catching his breath while the werewolf began playing with his cock once more. “Hmmm…” he said as his erection grew. “I’m almost glad Lord Richard put you up to this.”

  ***

  The sands swirled as Sid and the others carefully climbed the barrier that separated this forsaken land from Underground. They wore netted headgear to keep the grit from their eyes and mouths. The Sands of Aziza were alive with the spirits of exiled djinn after all, and they bit and scratched tender parts exposed.

  On their backs they carried khaki colored packs filled with necessities for this journey. Their clothes were loose fitting and tied at the wrists and ankles, again to help keep the supposedly living grit out.

  “What is the deal with this place exactly?” Warren said as they strolled amidst dunes that towered higher than the spires of Council Headquarters.

  “We told you about the legend. The tr
oll told you about our prior mission.” Sid scoured the dunes and horizon between them for signs of their quarry. Before they left for the mission that morning, he’d scanned Harris’ mind for a more detailed image of Garrity Tyler. The man was nowhere in sight.

  Warren shrugged. “Yeah, Avery said something about stupid superstition and a double crossing desert guide, but that was about it.”

  Sid smirked as he pulled a pair of high powered binoculars from his eyes. “Avery doesn’t believe in the spirits of the djinn that are said to reside here. He thinks our desert guide slaughtered our team for the financial spoils. He was the only member of our party to completely disappear.”

  Warren took the binoculars he offered and scanned the dunes. “What do you think?”

  Sid inhaled deeply. “I know the djinn did it. I saw them, but I was helpless to stop it.” Then he promptly veered onto the topic of the legend. “When Underground was born, it’s said a party of nine djinn came here to overthrow our newly elected Council of Twelve. They came here under the pretense of seeking refuge, but they slaughtered six of the twelve their first full night in Underground. A sneak attack on Council Headquarters. In turn, they were captured and sentenced to death. But they escaped and fled to the Sands of Aziza. Even then the sands were an inhospitable place. A place only true loners and wanderers call home. But after the djinn…the area became even more dangerous. Few monsters dare live inside the sands, just some mad nomads and a few desert guides who grew up nomadic. They’ll tell you the djinn are very real indeed.”

  Warren stared at him in silence, binoculars hanging forgotten around his neck.

  “Guys,” Lord Richard shouted to Sid’s left. “I see him! Between two dunes. Looks like he set up a tent of some sort…”

  Sid and Warren jogged over to where Richard, Avery, and Harris stood. Sid scooped up the high powered binoculars around Warren’s neck and aimed them in the direction Richard pointed.

  He scanned from left to right between the dunes, then up and down. He squinted and adjusted the magnification. He swallowed hard over the grit coating his throat before handing the binoculars to Warren for a glimpse.