Winter's Caress (Brac Village 1)
By: Lynn Hagen
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Dasani belongs to the Shadow elves, but a warrior he is not. On his way to his best friend's house, Dasani discovers a man who draws him in and captivates him. He sneaks back time and again to watch the man who works on the Lakeland ranch. He's fine watching from afar until he's discovered spying by one of Lakelands.
Winter Bourne never dreamed of having a mate as gorgeous as Dasani. The problem is, Dasani tells Winter that they can never be together. That doesn’t stop Winter from pursuing his mate. But Ahm warns Winter that Dasani's father is leading the rebellion in the Shadow elf village. He is a dangerous man and one not to be trifled with. Dasani is stuck between the fear he has for his father and the overwhelming need to be with Winter. He soon finds that his choice has consequences he wasn't prepared to pay.
Excerpt
STORY EXCERPT
Dasani winched when his cell phone rang.
He pulled it from his pants and quickly silenced it, gazing at the
stranger to make sure he hadn't heard it.
Standing, Dasani walked further into the
woods before he answered it. He wasn't supposed to have a cell phone.
The Shadow elves believed in living off of nature, of rejecting the
modern world.
Whatever. Dasani wasn't giving up his iPhone even if his father tried to chop his arm off to get it.
“Why are you calling me?” Dasani whispered into the phone as if the stranger could hear him all the way up here.
“Dude, you missed our date,” Kevin snapped.
“It wasn't a date, dork,” Dasani said. “We
were just supposed to hang out.” He hadn't told his best friend about
his kidnapping. Kevin was a styre mente who lived in Pride
Valley. Dasani had been afraid that his friend would have gone to the
demon realm to exact revenge. Although Kevin had received a lot of
training from Logan—a fully-grown styre mente who had been teaching Kevin how to control his powers—Kevin would have gone off halfcocked.
The last thing Dasani wanted was for his friend to get hurt. Or worse, for Kevin to hurt someone. Being a styre mente,
Kevin could control minds. His best friend had been warned that there
was a fine line between good and evil when it came to his kind. Dasani
didn’t want to send his friend to the dark side.
They'd met when Dasani had snuck into
Pride Valley to get a glimpse at the Winged Beasts he'd heard so much
about. He hadn't spotted any, but he'd run into Kevin who'd been
practicing in his backyard.
Instant friends.
“Still,” Kevin said. “You could have at
least called and told me you weren't coming. I've been stuck in the
house for days. I'm ready to ditch this place and have some fun.”
Dasani turned and gazed through the trees.
He saw his lust interest still working. His body became hard as the
stranger wiped his brow, his muscles flexing.
“Hello? You still there?”
Dasani sighed. “I'm here.” He didn’t want
to leave his spying spot. He could watch the tiger work for hours on
end—and he had. “Fine, I'm on my way.”
“Ten minutes,” Kevin said as if warning Dasani not to leave him hanging this time.
Dasani slid his phone into his pocket and
turned, ready to head to Kevin's when he froze. He swallowed around his
heart which had lodged in this throat. “N–nice bear.”
There was a very large, very hairy bear
standing in front of him. Dasani started to shimmer away when the bear
shifted into a human.
“Hold on there,” the guy said as he
grabbed Dasani's arm. “Don't go shimmering away. Not until you tell me
why you're spying in the woods behind my house.”
Dasani's gaze snapped to the ranch. The
old leader of his tribe lived there. If Ahm found Dasani here, what
would the Shadow elf do? Ahm was now one of the Ultionem leaders. That made Ahm one scary guy.
“I was just—” Dasani couldn’t think. He couldn’t come up with a plausible explanation.
“Fine,” the man said. “You can tell Pa why you were hiding in the woods.”
“No, wait!” Dasani struggled to get free.
He wasn't sure who Pa was, but if this guy dragged him to the ranch, not
only would Ahm find him there, but his lust interest as well.
He'd been desperate to meet the guy, but
now that he was heading there, Dasani felt faint. He was still a virgin
and had never flirted with a man in his life. Heck, he'd never even been
kissed.
If he was forced to the ranch, he'd have to confess why he'd been hiding in the woods.
“I just lost my way,” he lied. “I'm sorry about trespassing.”
The bear shifter eyed him for a long
moment before he said, “You can't bullshit a bullshitter.” He grabbed
Dasani around the waist and carried him as though he were a dang
football.
Panic set in. Dasani shimmered away, taking the bear shifter with him.
“Whoa,” the guy yelled and then cursed. “What on earth did you do that for?”
They ended up in Pride Valley. More
accurately, in Kevin's backyard. It was the only place Dasani could
think to go under such duress.
“Look, you little evil elf,” the man said.
“My mate is going to put his foot up my ass if I don't pick him up from
work. If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to keep Curtis's foot as
far from my backside as possible. I'm not about to hitch a ride, so take
me back.”
“I can't,” Dasani said as he hung from the man's meaty arm. “I can't let you take me there.”
“So,” the guy said. “You really were spying.”
Dasani sagged in the guy's arms. “Yes.”
“If you got some diabolical plan to hurt my family, I'm going to tear you limb from limb.”
The threat had Dasani lightheaded. “I
wasn’t planning anything,” he said in earnest. “I was just—” This was
more mortifying than if he'd been caught by his lust interest. “I was
just watching one of the guy's on your ranch.”
The stranger set Dasani on his feet. “Care to tell me why?”
Because he fascinates me beyond measure. “Do I have to?”
The guy crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Duh, yeah.”
Worrying his hands, Dasani looked away, too embarrassed to look at the guy when he said, “'Cause I like him.”
The guy chuckled. “So, you've been spying on my house because you like a ranch hand?”
“But you can't tell him!”
“Which one?” the man asked.
Dasani frowned. “Which one what?”
“Which guy?”
“The one with the dreamy blue eyes.”
ADULT EXCERPT
“My father gave me most of my fond
memories,” Winter confessed. “He was a strong man who worked hard to
provide for us, but it was the times when he invited me to hang out in
the garage that I cherish the most.”
“He sounds like a great dad,” Dasani said.
“He was.”
“Was?” Dasani frowned.
Winter didn't want to go there. The
memories of what happened to his parents would only kill the mood and
that was the last thing he wanted to do. “He loved working with his
hands. He had this old Buick that he loved and would tinker with it on
the weekends. I was his official helper. I learned all about fixing cars
from him. He had me crawling through the engine by the time I was
nine.”
“Did he ever fix it?” Dasani asked.
“He tried,” Winter said. “But with money
so tight, he could never really afford the parts. He had many projects
he worked on, though. I helped him build my fort in the backyard. It
wasn't fancy, but I cherished it and slept many nights out there in the
summer. Once in a while he camped out with me and he'd tell me stories
of when he was growing up.”
“I wish my father—” Dasani sighed and shook his head. “I would have loved to have met him.”
“He would have liked you,” Winter said and it was the truth.
“Any siblings?”
“Nope, just me,” Winter said as he brushed his hand over the head of Dasani's cock. His mate groaned and scooted closer.
“W–what about Ryker?” Dasani asked, his
voice a mere whisper as he slid his hand down Winter's bicep. The man
was relaxing and that was exactly what Winter wanted.
“We hung out when we could, but his
parents—especially his mother—didn’t like their only son associating
with people beneath them.”
“But your cousins!” Dasani tilted his head
back until he was staring into Winter's eyes. The green in his mate's
eyes reminded Winter of dark emeralds. “Why would they forbid the two of
you from bonding?”
Winter shrugged. “White Bengal tigers can
be arrogant and haughty. Most are. But I was blessed with great parents
who had their feet planted firmly on the ground. They didn't believe
they were above others. My dad's best friend was a wolf shifter. That
alone pissed my aunt off.”
“Language,” Dasani reminded him. “That's too bad, though. But it seems you two are close now. I mean, he lives here, right?”
“We try,” Winter said. “But Ryker is more of a recluse. Always has been. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just who he is.”
When Winter wrapped his fingers around
Dasani's cock, his mate moaned and thrust his hips. Winter lowered his
head and brushed his lips over Dasani's before he plunged his tongue
deep. His mate opened to him, parting his lips as his hand curled around
Winter's arm.
Winter tilted his head to take the kiss
deeper as he slowly stroked his mate's cock. To his delight, Dasani
threw a leg over Winter's, grinding his erection into Winter's hand. He
pulled back the arm he had under his mate's neck and cupped the back of
Dasani's head, his fingers gliding through the long, silky strands. He
knew he would have no problem playing in Dasani's hair for hours on end
because touching the silk fascinated him.
When Winter released Dasani's cock and
moved his hand behind his mate, separating Dasani's cheeks and probing
at his tight hole, Dasani stiffened.
“Relax,” he whispered into Dasani's mouth. “Don't be frightened.”
“I–I won't.” Dasani breathed against Winter's lips before he hesitantly pushed back on Winter's finger. “It–it feels good.”
Winter nuzzled Dasani's slim neck as he
rubbed the tip of his finger around the tight entrance. He used the hand
that had been playing in Dasani's hair to reach under his pillow and
extract the tube of lube. He squirted a good amount onto his finger
before he pressed it back against Dasani's hole.
“Kiss me,” he said. When Dasani did,
Winter pressed into Dasani to the first knuckle. Dasani inhaled sharply,
but didn't pull away. Winter kissed the man as if he were dying, trying
his best to take his mate's mind off of what he was doing.
Dasani ground his erection against Winter and then pushed back onto his finger. “Eager, bluebird?”
His mate's skin flushed a gentle purple
before he buried his face against Winter's chest. “I just never
thought…when I imagined sex…” Dasani's words trailed off as Winter sank
his finger deeper.
“That it would feel this good?” Winter asked and then a rumbled chuckle worked its way up. “But we haven’t even started yet.”
“It still feels good,” Dasani said. “Better than I ever expected.
If Dasani thought Winter's finger felt
good, the man was in for a shocker when Winter sank his cock deep inside
Dasani's tight ass. “Trust me, bluebird. It gets much better.”
“Better than this?”
“Oh, yeah.” After working his lone finger
in and out of Dasani, Winter added a second. His free hand tugged at
Dasani's hair. When his mate leaned his head back, Winter became fixated
on the rush of pleasure that washed over the man's features. The
expression was nothing short of breathtaking.
“I–I see what you mean,” Dasani stammered.
“Gets even better,” Winter teased.
“I'm not sure I can handle even better,” Dasani confessed. “My body already feels like it's going to explode.”
Winter smiled as he pressed his nose against Dasani's neck. “Such a quick trigger.” And then he added a third finger.
“Winter,” Dasani said, his tone growing frantic.
“Don't fight it, bluebird.” Winter nipped
at Dasani's shoulder as he quickened his thrusts. Dasani's hole
tightened around his fingers. The man was close. Real close. “I want you
to fly.”
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