The Surprise Mate
~ Part One ~
~ Part One ~
Drake Ladon was pissed off. He hated crowds, and being forced to come to his twin sister's wedding set him on edge. While he wasn’t very close with the rest of his family, his sister had been his best friend while they were growing up.
Hell, she was still his best friend.
When she asked him if he would walk her down the aisle, how could he say no to that? With their parents being gone, he was happy to stand in place of their dad. While they were younger, the trouble the two of them had gotten into was amazing, especially considering he usually only wanted to stay at home and read. There was nothing he loved more than his library back at his small apartment. He was glad the smallest bedroom made a perfect library.
When Sherri called him to say she was getting married, you could have knocked him over with a feather. Who was she seeing, never mind marrying? When did this happen, since just last month she had broken up with her last boyfriend and, while crying on his shoulder, swore she would never date another man.
The moment he met her husband-to-be, Marcus, last night, he knew why. Seeing the two of them together, Drake knew that his sister was madly in love, and was madly loved in return. He was so happy for them.
After dancing with her for the bride/father dance, he handed her over to her beaming husband. When he looked back at them, he was sure that they only saw each other. The smile that Marcus gave Sherri melted Drake, and he was so envious. He knew from a young age he was gay, so of course Sherri knew too, and he wanted the same love he could see moving between Sherri and Marcus.
When he first started to feel that jealousy, Drake was shocked at himself. When was I lonely? he thought to himself. Drake had never felt lonely in the past. Shrugging his shoulders, he put the blame on the feeling of seeing Sherri so happy. He figured that once he went back home, the feeling would go away.
As he was about to step off the dance floor, he realized that someone stood in his way. When looking up, that someone stood well over a foot taller than his five-foot, six-inch height. Tilting his head way back, he was surprised to see the most amazing blue eyes looking down at him. They weren’t just blue, but they were a pale blue, almost like ice.
“Excuse me,” Drake said as he attempted to step around the man.
“Would you like to dance with me?” a deep baritone voice asked.
Looking around to see who the man was speaking to, he was surprised when he realized it was himself.
“Are you asking to dance with me?” Drake asked in a shocked voice. “Are you sure you have the right person?”
“Oh yes, little one,” the big man said, taking in a deep breath. “I know you are the right one.”
Not sure how to respond to the last comment, Drake bristled at the first one. Pointing his finger into the big guy’s stomach, he poked at the tight abdomen he could feel under the dress shirt. Damn, that was a really tight abdomen.
“Listen up, big guy,” Drake said, adding in an extra poke. “Just because you are bigger then everyone else here, doesn’t mean you get to make fun of my height.”
Spinning around to march away in a huff, Drake was grabbed around his shoulders by massive hands and turned until his nose was buried in the massive—oh my god he smelled like his library—chest. Getting dizzy from the amazing smell and all the twisting, Drake’s hands came up and wrapped around the waist of the man holding him.
“I wasn’t trying to make fun of you, little one.” The chest rumbled in front of him. “For me, it’s a term of endearment. This is what my Nana used to call me when I was younger.”
Drake could feel the heat coming from his face that he was turning bright red, but he couldn’t pull himself away from the stranger. He smelled fantastic, like he could spend hours with his nose buried against this man who smelled like his library.
* * * *
Leaning down, Zeke Knucker inhaled the most wondrous smell, the scent of his mate. The smell of pine woods, mixed with the scent of the sea, drew him to this man like a magnet. Feeling him in his arms, being able to put his head down and rest it on this head of chestnut hair and take in a deep breath, settled him in way’s he never thought it would.
It settled his animal.
“Can I know your name, little one?” Zeke asked him.
Only letting him pull back a bit, the smaller man looked up to him.
“Hi,” he said with a nice smile on his face. “I’m Drake Landon. My sister was the bride today.”
“Hello, Drake, I am Zeke Knucker. My cousin is the groom today.”
Watching Drake turn his head so he could watch the happy couple, Zeke noticed the wistful smile on his face.
“Are you ok?” Zeke asked Drake.
Drake sighed. “Yeah, I am actually very happy for my sister. I just don’t understand why I feel jealous.” Feeling Drake’s head thump as it landed on his chest, and hearing the quiet groan, almost had him bursting out in laughter. “And I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
Zeke knew, but wasn’t sure if Drake had been told about his family being shifters yet. Most everyone already knew about shifters, especially since there was such coming out about them around twenty years ago. Otherwise, he was about to get a crash course.
“Not to worry,” Zeke told him. “But you still haven’t answered me. Would you like to dance?”
When Drake smiled up to him, Zeke forgot how to breathe. He almost missed the quiet “yes” sent to him.
Pulling back a bit so the men could walk out to the dance floor, Zeke refused to let go of Drake as they made their way over to dance next to the bride and groom.
Dragging Drake back into his arms, he looked over to his cousin to see Marcus and Sherri looking at them. Zeke nodded his head when Marcus looked at Drake with a curious expression on his face. The smile he got back from Sherri and Marcus was so happy for them, blinding him since they realized Zeke was holding his mate.
When Sherri suddenly frowned, Zeke became slightly nervous. Does he know yet? Sherri mouthed the question to Zeke, who only shook his head in reply.
“Do I know what” Drake angrily asked.
Pulling back from Zeke, Drake looked that the three of them. “You know what, it’s doesn’t matter. Keep your secrets, I’m going home. Goodbye.”
Drake turned around and stomped away. For a smaller guy he sure moved quickly, and Zeke lost him in the crowds.
Zeke let out a roar, his dragon pissed that their mate walked away from them. Everyone scurried out of the way as he ran to the door and outside, ready to shift to find their mate.
Stopping short, he found Drake sitting just outside the door, looking lost.
“Why did it hurt when I walked away?” Drake asked, lifting his tear-filled eyes to Zeke.
Going and sitting next to Drake, Zeke lifted him, held him on his lap and wrapped his arms around him to comfort Drake. It hurt Zeke to see him so upset.
“It’s because you are our mate. I’m a dragon shifter, and the moment I was able to smell your scent, my dragon knew who you were to us. He started to release his mating pheromones and this was the reason it hurt to leave us. Our mating isn’t complete.”
“Will it always hurt to be away from you?” Drake quizzed him.
“No, little one.” Zeke began to nuzzle his face into Drake’s hair. “After we have bonded, it won’t hurt to be separate from me, but I hope you won’t want to be.”
Drake looked at him for a few moments, with such a serious look in his eyes. “Was this why my sister married your cousin so quickly, are they mates?”
“Will you kiss me?” Drake quietly asked Zeke.
Moving his head down so that their foreheads pressed against one another, “I would love to kiss you, little one. Are you sure this is what you want?”
Thinking about it for a minute, Drake moved so that his lips were touching Zeke’s. The spark of electricity caused Drake to jump in his arms, but not stop the kiss.
Opening his mouth, Zeke ran his tongue over the seam of Drake’s lips, causing the smaller man to open his mouth and give him entrance. The flavour of Drake exploded in Zeke’s mouth, causing him to groan and pull Drake closer. The taste reminded Zeke of his favorite cognac, that he loved to sip when enjoying the quiet of the evening with a good book. They kissed until both men’s chests heaved against one another, hearts pounding, as they began to gasp for breath.
Slowly pulling back, Zeke took the time to gentle the kiss. Taking a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of his mate in his arms, he kept his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead back against Drake’s.
Drake opened his eyes and smiled, looking at Zeke. “Would you like to come back to my room for breakfast?”
“Little one, we still haven’t had dinner,” Zeke responded.
Drake’s smile brightened. “I know.”
To be continued...
TAKING CARE OF YOU
Taking Care 1
Coming September 2017 from Siren Publishing
Shane Turner never hid the fact that he was out and proud, not even when it cost him the use of his legs. When he's attacked on his way home from the Pride Parade, he learns that being out and proud might be dangerous, but it also brings him the rescuer of his dreams.
Michael Franks has issues on top of issues, but the frightened cries of a man being attacked make them seem insignificant. When he rescues Shane and discovers a man who makes his heart race, he has to find the courage to step outside of his comfort zone in order to hold onto Shane's heart.
The instant attraction Shane and Michael feel for one another is something they want to explore, but physical and mental challenges are ahead for the two men. Will they be able to overcome them while trying to survive the three attackers who want Shane dead?
Well, this wasn’t how Shane Turner saw his day going. Not by a long shot. As he was leaving the Pride Parade grounds, he found himself suddenly surrounded by thugs chanting horrible words…freak, fudge-packer, pillow biter, waste of air.
Shane tried to ignore the rest of the crap they said. It wasn't worth listening to.
The blow came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground. Fear slithered up his spine as he fell from his wheelchair. Thoughts of being beaten to death had him panicking.
Shane yelled, “Fuck off, you stupid assholes,” as he tried to get his wheelchair back upright.
Ok, so maybe going back to his car with rainbow flags all over his chair might not have been the brightest idea, but this was Pride. He should have been safe.
The group of three guys began taking turns stomping on his chair, and kicking Shane mainly on his legs, but also the rest of his body. All the while they kept saying what an abomination Shane and his “type” were, how gays were disgusting and should be all gotten rid of. He wanted to fight back, but he was too afraid to. The goons were all larger than him, but who wasn’t?
Shane barely stood five feet three inches when he was able to stand, but while in the chair, not so much. Shane wasn’t sure if he should be glad or sad that he couldn’t feel his legs, especially when, after one good kick to his leg, it bent at a funny angle. Shane tried to get a good look at the creeps, but every time he went to lower his arms to get a glimpse of them, they tried to kick him in the face.
Shane heard someone yelling, and when he looked up he saw a ginormous man running towards them. Shane closed his eyes, praying the guy was trying to hail a cab and not joining the goons beating him. He wasn't sure why no one was coming to help him.
“Get away from him," the big guy yelled. "Leave him alone!”
For a moment, it looked as if the three thugs were going to try to stand up to Shane's rescuer, but once they got a good look at the tall, dark, muscle bound man they ran.
As Shane tried to pull himself bit by bit over the sidewalk to get to his wheelchair, the man stopped him with a gentle hand to his shoulder.
“Please, let me help you.”
The sound of his voice, the concern, was a tone that Shane hadn’t heard from anyone in a long time. Usually it was people asking Shane for something, not offering to help him.
Shane stopped to stare, watching as the big man turned his chair over. He winced as he looked down at Shane. “I’m not sure if I should move you back into your wheelchair, your leg looks funny.”
“It’s ok," Shane replied. "I don’t feel it. Who are you?”
The big guy blushed, which, to Shane, was totally adorable. “Sorry, my name is Michael. Michael Franks.”
Shane gazed at Michael, smiling tentatively. “Thank you, Michael. I think you may have saved my life.”
Michael blushed even more, replying, “No problem. Why were they hurting you?”
Shane looked at Michael “Probably because they know I’m gay and they’re assholes.”
Michael shook his head. “I don’t understand, you can’t hurt them, so why were they beating you up? I guess it’s like my mom says, ‘people can be cruel’." Michael frowned. "Well she says more than that, but that’s the basic meaning.”
Shane reached into his pocket for his phone, but became distracted by Michael’s warm body sitting down on the ground next to him. He couldn't help staring. The man was massive, but more than that, he was gorgeous.
When Michael looked up, Shane quickly glanced down at his phone. He searched through his contact list until he found the number he was after. “I need to call my driver to come and get me.”
Michael shook his head at Shane. “No, you need to call the police and an ambulance. They need to look for your attackers and you need to go to the hospital. There is something wrong with your leg and since you aren’t screaming in pain, I’m going to guess you don’t feel it. If you move it without getting it stable first, then you could do some serious damage to it.”
Eyes wide, Shane just looked at Michael in surprise.
Michael shrugged his shoulders “Just because I’m big and look stupid, doesn’t mean I am. I might have some issues, but they don’t affect my ability to think.”
It was then that Shane noticed the trembling hands, and he became worried. “Are you ok, Michael? You’re shaking, were you hurt?”
Michael hung his head, hiding his face. “No, I just have a severe essential tremor, among other things. My hands are always like this. Sometimes they are even worse. Today is a mild day.”
“Hey, we all have different issues. Mine is my chair, you have your hands. They don’t bother me, I was just worried you had been hurt.”
Shane made his call to 9-1-1, telling them what happened, where he was and that he needed medical help. After that, he called his driver Andy, to tell him to go home for now and that he would let him know when he would be ready to be picked up from the hospital.
Andy sounded concerned. “Are you sure Shane? You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’m on the way.”
“No,” Shane responded, “I have Michael here with me. He will make sure that I’m ok.”
“Michael? Who is Michael?” Andy asked.
"He's the guy who scared off the idiots beating me up."
"Do you know this guy?" Andy asked. "Have you met him before?"
“Shane, you don’t know Michael from a hole in the ground. How do you know that you will be safe with Michael? He could be in on this with those thugs.”
“I will be fine. I trust him,” Shane said, although he had no idea why. It was true. He didn't know the guy, but there was just something about Michael that calmed Shane. “Go, I will call you when I’m ready to be picked up from the hospital.”
Andy finally gave up, saying “Ok, but call me if you need anything, even a drink of water.”
Shane appreciated Andy, and his housekeeper Travis, knowing that they were his now family. Not so much the rest of his biologic family, but that thought was for another day.
Holding out his hand, Shane told him, “Come here, I need to touch you. I love your body, and I find all the hair a massive turn on.”
Michael raised an eyebrow at Shane. “Are you sure?” he asked, as he crawled onto the bed beside Shane. “Mom offered to take me to get some of the hair removed, and I will if you want me to.”
Michael was praying Shane wouldn’t ask him to do that.
“No,” Shane said as he ran his hands over the hair on Michael's chest. “I’m loving it.”
“We need to discuss about condoms, hun.” Michael looked at Shane seriously. “I know that neither of us have never been with anyone, but I would like us to have another test in three months. Providing we are both clean, and I’m assuming we will be, we can get rid of them then. I refused to put either of us at risk. Is this acceptable to you?”
“Oh god, yes.” Shane sighed.
Michael leaned down to kiss Shane. He found that he was becoming hooked on the taste of this man. It was all Shane, with a touch of mint. He pushed this tongue into Shane’s willing mouth and rubbed all over the interior, memorizing the feeling and flavor.
As their tongues caressed each other, their hands were busy, too. When he found Shane’s nipples, he found out how sensitive they were. The small brown disks were hard, and these were something else that Michael knew he needed to taste. He slowed the kiss down, swallowing the cries that Shane made.
“Shh, hun,” he crooned to Shane. “I’m not leaving you. I really need to play with those pretty nips of yours.”
Shane was whimpering and squirming around as much as he could, trying to get closer to Michael.
As he slowly moved his mouth down over Shane’s chin, he found out that his Adam’s apple was another hot spot for the man. Michael spent a couple minutes licking and sucking on that. He then moved down a bit more and started to nibble on Shane’s collar bone.
The sounds that Shane made were better than any porn, and had Michael close to climax. Knowing he needed to hurry this along, or it would be over before it started, Michael went directly for Shane’s left nipple, immediately sucking on it hard. When Shane let out a small scream, that had Michael pulling back, worried he’d hurt him.
“Oh, sweet baby jesus, more, please dear god, more,” Shane kept babbling, begging for more.
Michael grinned and got back to the joy of Shane. He was looking forward to the years he would get to spend with this man, mapping every hot spot on his body. His own personal playground.
While Michael continued to lave the attention on Shane’s chest, he was surprised when his hair was suddenly yanked.
Shane was passing him the lube and condom. “Get me ready and fuck me, now!” he practically growled at Michael.
Michael sat up and grabbed the condom. His fingers trembled as he ripped open the package and gingerly—but quickly—rolled it down his cock. He was too close as it was.
Looking down at Shane’s body, he zeroed his gaze in on the proud dick waiting for him to feast on it. Pulling his eyes up to Shane. “Later, I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat.”.
Hearing Shane whimper was music to Michael’s ears.
He opened the cap to the lube, and then poured out a good amount on his fingers. He wasn’t a small man, and had no intention of hurting Shane. He never wanted to cause his love a moment of pain.
Michael paused. His love?
Yes, yes he was.
With a huge grin on his face, Michael moved down between Shane’s legs. He grabbed a pillow to put under Shane’s ass, and draped Shane’s legs over his thighs, taking extra care with his broken leg. Getting a good dollop of lube on his fingers, he slowly rubbed them over the pink star he wanted in.
“Michael!” Shane cried out. “Oh god, I can feel what you are doing. More, put it in me. I need to feel you.”
Listening to Shane beg was ramping up Michael’s desire, but he knew he had to go slow. Since Shane had never had a lover before he had to make sure he was properly stretched, and he refused to cause him any further pain, only pleasure.
Reaching his other hand out, he took Shane’s cock in hand and slowly started to jack him off. While doing this he gently began to work a finger into Shane. When he finally felt the muscles of Shane’s ass loosen, he added a second finger.
By the time he was able to move four fingers in and out of Shane's ass, his own muscles were shaking with tension from holding back. He needed to be in Shane more than breathing. Making love was his only imperative.
When he released Shane’s dick and took out his fingers, Shane glared at him. “Fuck me. Now!”
“No,” Michael replied. “I’m going to make love to you. I love you, Shane.” As Michael lined his prick up with Shane’s ass, he looked up to stare into the man's twinkling eyes. “I love you and will for the rest of our lives. You are it for me.”
“I love you, too.” As tears gathered in Shane’s eyes, he ordered Michael. “Now, make love to me.”
Michael slowly pushed himself into Shane’s welcoming body, the heat surrounding him was indescribable. Every time he had to pull back, all he could do was push back in as soon as possible. This was a haven that he never wanted to leave. He leaned forward to rest his upper body on his arms, and brought their mouths together again.
As they breathed into each other, it felt as if their souls were bonding. Michael was grateful that he waited for this man. Shane was everything to him, his best friend, his lover, and his soul mate.
The give and take of their bodies as they moved soon had Michael feel the tightening of his balls, letting him know that the end was close, and he needed to make sure that Shane found his pleasure first. He reached between their bodies to grab Shane’s cock and ran his hand up and down, matching the pace of their lovemaking.
Michael bent to whisper in his ear, “Come for me, my love.”
AUTHOR BIO: Dani Gray
I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into the more interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.
I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more then curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse.
I would love to hear from readers, you can find me at https://authordanigray.blogspot.ca/