PRE-ORDER......Learning to Love ( Half-Demon Mates 2 ) By: Sydney Lain
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BLURB:
Shea never wanted to be a wolf shifter. After an attack, he’s turned into one and is forced to live with a wolf inside of him. Ignoring the wolf leaves him on the verge of losing control.
Viktor, a half-demon, has lived alone for three hundred years, searching for his mates. When he meets Shea, he’s stunned by the numerous insults directed at him. When Viktor takes a step closer, he discovers that the man with the crude tongue is one of his two mates.
Gunner was created in a lab. He’s a hunter that kills nonhumans. A few years ago, he freed a wolf shifter. That wolf shifter awakened a protective need within in. Ever since then, he’s longed to hold him, but Gunner won’t dirty him with his bloodstained hands.
Can these three men find common ground and make their relationship work or will their self-hatred keep them from letting love into their lives?
PRE-ORDER!
AVAILABLE: Monday, March 2nd
http://www.bookstrand.com/learning-to-love
BLURB:
Shea never wanted to be a wolf shifter. After an attack, he’s turned into one and is forced to live with a wolf inside of him. Ignoring the wolf leaves him on the verge of losing control.
Viktor, a half-demon, has lived alone for three hundred years, searching for his mates. When he meets Shea, he’s stunned by the numerous insults directed at him. When Viktor takes a step closer, he discovers that the man with the crude tongue is one of his two mates.
Gunner was created in a lab. He’s a hunter that kills nonhumans. A few years ago, he freed a wolf shifter. That wolf shifter awakened a protective need within in. Ever since then, he’s longed to hold him, but Gunner won’t dirty him with his bloodstained hands.
Can these three men find common ground and make their relationship work or will their self-hatred keep them from letting love into their lives?
Excerpt
STORY EXCERPT
There had to be a mistake. This was all
wrong. Shea sniffed again, trying to ignore the sweat and grime. Damn.
He was too dirty to get a good whiff. He’d have to get closer. Maybe, it
was better not knowing. Shea preferred the distance. It kept his
fingers from wandering down Viktor’s chest. The wolf howled inside,
demanding that he stake a claim. Not going to happen.
Viktor oozed power and he fought the urge
to submit. If he’d been a wolf, the animal would’ve been on his back
exposing his belly and neck. Yep, the beast was utterly embarrassing.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Viktor said.
Quiet? Maybe he just didn’t want to talk
to him. Shea took a deep breath. “Look, I don’t know the game you’re
playing, but I’m not interested. So use those combat boots and walk the
other way.” He sounded so reasonable. He mentally patted his own back.
“Is that what you really want?” Viktor challenged.
He really wanted to spend the night
getting very close. Not going to happen. Butterflies fluttered in his
belly as his body anticipated more. He growled. Butterflies were such a
feminine reaction. Maybe he should go home and drown his sorrows with an
ice cream sundae topped with whipped cream and a cherry. Then maybe
he’d paint his toenails red. Actually, he wouldn’t mind red toenails,
but right now that wasn’t important.
“You don’t want me to go.” Viktor stepped closer and backed him against the wall, again.
This time he took in a good whiff. He
still smelled like mate. Shea’s body tingled, nipples hardened just from
being close. He almost gave in right then, but those arrogant ice blue
eyes kept the wolf locked in its cage. Once it was free, Shea would
demand sex and probably want to be fucked for days. But he could resist
those urges as long as he stayed a man. His knees felt weak as if
challenging him.
“You’re so full of yourself,” Shea said in a husky, soft tone that belonged in bed not on the streets.
Viktor gave him a knowing smile. “Soon you’ll be full of me, too.”
Oh, he didn’t just say that. Every sign
might scream that Viktor was his mate, but Shea wasn’t a slave to some
unexplained pull. His heart thumped faster. Adrenaline. Right? He licked
his lips as if waiting for a kiss. No. That wasn’t it. The night was
cold and his lips were dry. When he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
He couldn’t deny the truth. This man was his mate. It wasn’t a trick.
“That’s not wide enough to suck my cock,” Viktor said.
Anger raked through him, but his cock
twitched as an image formed of Viktor sitting on a dark leather couch
with Shea between his legs sucking on his massive shaft. He shook his
head. Shea wasn’t an easy lay. His last boyfriend told him that he was
harder to get into than a bank vault after closing. Needless to say, he
became an ex-boyfriend less than a minute later.
“Come near me with your cock and I’ll rip off your balls.”
Viktor cupped Shea’s groin. “Playing hard to get. This part wants my touch, mate. Stop playing.”
The word “mate” snapped him back to
reality. He pushed Viktor back and to Shea’s surprise the man allowed
it. Shea turned and headed down the street, needing the space. Footsteps
echoed behind him. He turned. Viktor was following him.
“Stop following me. Go back to your penthouse apartment,” Shea said.
“My mate won’t roam the streets alone
carrying stolen phones. Besides, I don’t live in a penthouse. Sorry to
disappoint you, but I can buy one if being fucked high above the city
means that much to you.”
Shea couldn’t stop shaking. Why was
everything about sex? Okay, he felt it too, but he was trying to ignore
the growing need. Now, he had all these images of Viktor slamming into
him. Like he needed to add one of him holding on to a balcony railing
while being screwed.
“I’ll take care of you. Come home with me.”
That did it. No one cared about him. It
was an illusion. Mate? What the hell did that really mean? A few nights
of sex, before he was tossed back out into the cold like used garbage.
A loud bang forced Shea to look away from
Victor. A shadow loamed by the dumpster. He squinted and then froze. The
night had turned into a nightmare worse than the ones in the movie
where a guy killed the sleeper before he woke up. That’s it. He was
trapped inside of a nightmare. Where was the guy with the long nails to
cut into him? Maybe he should lie down and wait. He looked down at the
grimy street and decided against that. He was dirty enough.
“Get away from him,” Gunner ordered.
Shea wanted to scream, but all he could do
was stare at the dark-haired hunter. Why was his other mate standing at
the end of the street looking pissed off and ready to murder Viktor?
Did the universe hate him? Shea turned to Viktor, but the half-demon
never noticed. He was too busy glaring at Gunner. Shea was reminded of
an old west showdown and these two men were about to shoot it out. All
they need was the noon sky or the sun setting in the background. Okay,
he watched too many movies. Was he cast in a melodrama and didn’t
realize it? Probably not. So that meant his two mates were really going
to kill each.
ADULT EXCERPT
Shea shook his head. He bent his knees and
pressed his head against his legs. His cock now throbbed. Control was
slipping. The wolf howled inside. He needed to be touched. No, that
wasn’t going to happen.
“Get away,” he cried out. His eyes started to change as fangs started to grow. Viktor stepped closer to study him.
Then all reason left him. He pushed Gunner
down and straddled the hunter’s waist. He started to hump him like an
animal in heat. It wasn’t enough. Tears of frustration formed.
“Shit,” Viktor said. He reached down grabbed Shea’s shoulders and held him in place.
Shea looked at the half-demon and licked
his lips. One man wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste both of them. He let
out a frustrated cry as he continued to hump Gunner’s body.
Viktor let go of Shea’s shoulders and
gripped the back of his head by the hair. He pulled back Shea’s head and
kissed him. His tongue slid inside and ravaged the shifter’s mouth.
Shea pushed the blanket away and exposed his rock-hard cock. Viktor
sucked on his lower lip before pulling away. He whimpered. Then Viktor
pinned him to the bed. He grabbed Shea’s arms and held them above his
head. He tried to reach down and touch his cock, but Viktor wouldn’t let
him move. He growled and bucked his hips.
“Calm down,” Viktor ordered. “Look into my eyes.”
Shea did as he was told, but it didn’t help. He bit down and cut into his lip. He was trapped between heaven and hell.
“What’s wrong with him?” Gunner asked.
“Our little wolf is in heat. He’s desperate for our cocks to plunge into him.”
“Fuck you,” Shea said, but he couldn’t deny the truth. He moved his hips in a seductive manor.
“Oh no, little wolf. Fuck you.”
He nodded his head. That’s what he needed.
The wolf agreed. He pulled one hand free and reached down to rub his
cock, but it wasn’t enough. His hand did nothing to offer release. He
grabbed onto his hair and started to pull it in frustration.
Gunner grabbed his hand. “Come here,
Shea.” The hunter pulled him onto his lap and forced his legs open.
Viktor moved in between his parted thighs and sucked on the tip of his
cock. Gunner leaned into his neck and kissed up and down it, leaving a
trail of marks and bruises.
Shea moved both hands to Viktor’s head. He
laced his hands through his soft hair and tried to push him down. Shea
wanted to ride it out, but there was no release. He wasn’t even close,
touching wasn’t working. The wolf snarled and he knew what they both
wanted.
“Please, fuck me. Don’t wait. Just do it.” He spread his legs wider, inviting Viktor inside.
Viktor cupped his cheek. “You’re too far
gone. I won’t take you dry. I need to get up and grab the lube.” Shea
didn’t want him to leave. “When I come back, I’ll give you what you
need. First, I’ll take you while you’re nestled in Gunner’s arms. Then
after I fill you, Gunner will fuck you while you’re on hands and knees
with my come dripping out of your ass.”
Shea watched Viktor’s ass as his mate
walked to the dresser. Gunner rubbed his cock and played with the nest
of hair. Gunner’s cock pushed into his back. He wanted it so bad.
“Gunner, fuck me,” he begged. “I can’t wait.”
Gunner leaned closer to whisper into his ear. “Don’t worry. It’s coming.”
Viktor spread the lube over his cock and
fingers before tossing the bottle onto the bed. Shea braced himself, but
instead of the hard cock, a finger started to stretch him. He writhed
against Gunner, who kissed and sucked on his neck. He bit his lip to
keep from moaning. Viktor grabbed his chin.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered and Shea obeyed.
When Viktor pulled his hand away, there was blood on his fingers. “Shea, look at me.”
He obeyed.
“You’re biting too hard and cutting your lip.”
“Don’t care.” He was a shifter. Shifters healed. That pain kept him from insanity.
“No more pain,” Gunner said. He gently
rubbed Shea’s bruised lips. While Shea focused on the gentle touch,
Viktor kissed down his chest. A hand reached underneath and pushed
inside. While fingers worked at his back entrance, Gunner stuck his
fingers inside of Shea’s mouth.
“Suck them, Shea.”
He did. Viktor’s kisses moved across his
belly and down to his groin. He wanted to bite down. While he would draw
his blood, he wouldn’t make Gunner bleed. Viktor sucked on his cock as
Gunner sucked his neck. The hunter’s other hand pinched his nipples. The
hard nubs stood to attention. Another finger slid inside. His toes
pointed out so hard that he felt his muscle’s strain.
“Ready?” Viktor asked.
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