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…Twice, once last month and once this month, Danny had gone

away  for  three  days  and  come  back  exhausted  and  making  up  stories
about what he’d done while he’d been gone. Danny was a terrible liar.
Rick  had been left to imagine, and his imagination  had created a guy
kept on the side, who was so exciting he drained Danny of his energy
after  three  days  of  adventurous  fucking.  Rick  couldn’t  have  that.  He
had to show Danny that he could be exciting, too. That he could be all
Danny needed.

Rick stood there in the shadows under the stairs, his car parked a

block away, wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt and black jeans,
handcuffs in his pocket. He’d kidnap his lover and take him up to the
lake to fuck the life out of him. He could do spontaneous. He could do
exciting.

Tears burned Rick’s eyes as Danny got out of his car, unfolding a

beautiful, thick, six-foot frame from the ugly little Honda he loved so
much. Even in the  harsh  glare  of the  parking lot’s lights, Danny just
radiated dark, angelic beauty. His face was perfect, like a model, and
the  black  hair  flopped  in  his  eyes  on  one  side  only  made  the  blue  of
them  that  much  brighter.  And  those  lips!  God,  every  emotion  Danny
had  showed  through  his  kissable  mouth.  Rick  had  never  kissed  a
boyfriend  half  as  much  as  he  kissed  Danny.  Once  they’d  even  spent
two  whole  hours  kissing  and  caressing  each  other.  With  their  clothes
on! It had been such a sweet heaven.

He couldn’t lose Danny…

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MISSY WELSH

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When Rick Granger was fifteen, his dad caught him having sex

with  Paul,  the  boy  who  lived  next  door.  Rick  had  been  in  the
process  of  coming  all  over  himself,  screaming  his  head  off,  Paul
buried  inside  him  for  the  very  first  time.  Up  until  his  dad  walked
in,  Rick  had  been  in  heaven.  Him  and  Paul  had  messed  around,
gotten  each  other  off,  figured  out  blowjobs,  but  both  of  them  had
started  getting  more  curious.  There  hadn’t  been  any  discussion
about  who  would do  what, and Rick  had liked  where  he’d ended
up. But in the four years since, he’d never bottomed again. It made
him  too  vulnerable  ever  to  consider  it  after  that  day,  and  the  scar
on his forehead from his father’s West Point ring was a reminder
never to be that accessible again.

Standing here in the shadows of Danny Coughlin’s apartment

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building now, Rick felt very vulnerable. He’d been seeing Danny
for two months—his longest stretch ever—but something was
going on with Danny that made him think the end might just be
near. That maybe Danny wasn’t getting everything he needed from
him.

He couldn’t lose him, though. Just couldn’t…because he loved

Danny.

As fucked up as his life had been since that fateful afternoon

with  his  father  and  Paul—who’d  gotten  out  of  there  as  fast  as
possible  and  never  looked  back—Rick  knew  what  love  was
because he felt it every time he saw Danny. Like right here, as the
big  man  pulled  into  his  parking  space,  the  car  vibrating  with  the
bass  from  the  radio,  Rick  felt  hot  and  jittery.  He  wanted  to  rush
over  there  and  hear  the  end  of  whatever  classical  piece  of  music
Danny listened to this time, ask him about his work at the bar, tell
him he loved him desperately, then take him inside and show him.

But twice, once last month and once this month, Danny had

gone away for three days and come back exhausted and making up
stories about what he’d done while he’d been gone. Danny was a
terrible liar. Rick had been left to imagine, and his imagination had
created a guy kept on the side, who was so exciting he drained
Danny of his energy after three days of adventurous fucking. Rick
couldn’t have that. He had to show Danny that he could be
exciting, too. That he could be all Danny needed.

Rick stood there in the shadows under the stairs, his car parked

a block away, wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt and black jeans,
handcuffs in his pocket. He’d kidnap his lover and take him up to
the lake to fuck the life out of him. He could do spontaneous. He
could do exciting.

Tears burned Rick’s eyes as Danny got out of his car, unfolding

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a  beautiful,  thick,  six-foot  frame  from  the  ugly  little  Honda  he
loved so much. Even in the harsh glare of the parking lot’s lights,
Danny just radiated dark, angelic beauty. His face was perfect, like
a  model,  and  the  black  hair  flopped  in  his  eyes  on  one  side  only
made  the  blue  of  them  that  much  brighter.  And  those  lips!  God,
every  emotion  Danny  had  showed  through  his  kissable  mouth.
Rick  had  never  kissed  a  boyfriend  half  as  much  as  he  kissed
Danny.  Once  they’d  even  spent  two  whole  hours  kissing  and
caressing  each  other.  With  their  clothes  on!  It  had  been  such  a
sweet heaven.

He couldn’t lose Danny.
Rick blinked away those stupid tears, forcing himself to believe

this  would  work,  and  watched  Danny  walk  closer.  He  lived
opposite where Rick stood, so when Danny was in front of him and
facing  his  door,  Rick  planned  to  grab  his  arms  and  lock  the  cuffs
on as fast as he could. Danny was big, but he wasn’t a violent sort,
so fighting back wouldn’t come to him quickly. And Rick wasn’t
going  to  let  him  panic  or  anything.  As  soon  as  the  cuffs  were  in
place, he’d let Danny know it was him.

Then Danny paused halfway up the walk. He looked like he

was breathing fast, his eyes sliding around the shadows. Suddenly,
a grin stretched his lips and his eyes seemed to zero right in on
Rick’s exact location. Rick sighed. So much for a sneak attack. He
should’ve known. He’d never snuck up on Danny in the two
months they’d been seeing each other.

He stepped out of the shadows, smiling as Danny rushed over.

He looked so happy to see him. If he’d had a tail, it would’ve
wagged. How could he look like that at him, but be seeing
someone else?

“What’re you doing here? I thought you had to work.”

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“Wanted to surprise you, so I said I was working to throw you

off the scent.”

Danny chuckled, then leaned in and kissed him. It was his hello

kiss, the little peck he gave him every time they met. That kiss was
the only thing Danny ever did first. It hadn’t taken a lot of figuring
to see how much he wanted to be dominated in bed. To be tied up,
manhandled, made half-crazy with wanting to come, and Rick not
letting him until he felt like it. Danny loved it all, and Rick loved
giving it to him.

Rick let the handcuffs dangle from his finger. A little gurgling

noise left Danny as his blue eyes went wide. A second later, he
stood back and had his hands in front of him.

“Aren’t we eager?” Rick murmured with a smile. He watched

Danny start to pant as he snapped the cuffs in place around those
pale wrists. “I’m not going to blindfold you since you know it’s
me, but you don’t say a word until I let you.”

Danny swallowed, still looking stunned, and nodded. He stared

down at his cuffed hands for a moment, grinning madly.

Rick couldn’t help his laugh. All right, he’d be the tough Top

when they got to the lake. “Come on, you,” he said and took hold
of the cuffs, pulling Danny along behind him.

He walked them around the block to his car, an old orange

Camaro. He opened the passenger door and helped Danny inside,
taking the opportunity to fondle him as he snapped on his seat belt.
Danny groaned so nicely, spreading his legs, and Rick gave him an
extra squeeze before going around to his own door.

While he drove up toward the spot he’d picked out by the lake,

he glanced at Danny a few times. Each time, the big man was just
grinning, relaxed back in his seat, his eyes closed. Trusting. Rick
kept one hand on Danny’s thigh, stroking the hard muscle and

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teasing his groin for little sounds of pleasure.

Just before the sign for the Academy of Divine Living—a.k.a.

The  Brainwashing  Compound—Rick  turned  right  and  headed
down  a  dirt  road  toward  the  water.  It  was  the  spot  where  people
backed their boats into the lake, so it was open to the clear, starry
sky,  but  surrounded  on  both  sides  by  thick  pines.  He  didn’t
imagine  any  of  the  extremely  devout  sheep  to  be  up  this  late  at
night, so he’d have a nice long time to drive his lover insane with
lust.

There was a light at the corner of the small dock and the moon

was a nice crescent, so he had plenty to see by when he parked the
car parallel with the lake. Danny gave a lovely sigh, looking out
his window at the water, still grinning.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, unbuckling Danny.
He nodded back.
Rick leaned close, brushing his lips on Danny’s ear as he

whispered, “Doesn’t hold a candle to you, puppy. Doesn’t compare
at all to what I’m about to do to you either.”

Danny shivered and hummed for him, tilting his head like he

was  giving  Rick  his  neck.  So  Rick  leaned  closer  and  opened  his
mouth,  not  really  biting,  but  resting  his  teeth  on  Danny’s  tender
throat.  The  man  groaned  like  he  was  dying,  shivering  again  and
shifting in his seat. Rick had no idea why that always got Danny so
hot,  but  it  did.  He’d  really  bitten  him  once,  leaving  marks,  and
Danny  had  kept  sneaking  looks  at  it  in  any  mirrored  surface,
smiling so proudly. Maybe tonight he’d do that again.

“Come on, big boy,” he said, getting out. He closed his door

and walked around to open Danny’s. “There are some seriously
dirty things I want to do to you before the sun comes up.”

Danny only gulped and shivered as he got out.

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Rick led him around to the front of the car, backed him up until

his calves were against the bumper, then told him, “Step out of
your shoes.”

Danny toed off his white sneakers and kicked them aside with

bare feet.

“Undo your jeans.”
He unbuttoned them, revealing a V of tented red briefs. Rick

smiled  at  that,  then  shimmied  the  denim  down  over  those  hard
thighs  and  off  each  leg.  The  man  had  great  legs.  Just  the  right
amount  of  dark  hair  to  pet,  the  muscles  strong  and  flexible.  He
stroked his hands back up from ankle to hip, feeling Danny twitch
and start to pant again.

Red briefs and a red T-shirt. The look made Danny seem

younger  than  his  twenty-two  years.  But  then  Danny  had  always
made  him  feel  like  the  older  and  stronger  of  their  duo.  Though
he’d  pitched  exclusively  since  Paul,  Danny  was  the  first  to  want
him to be a real Top. Or as much of one as he knew how to be. He
hoped  tonight  would  show  Danny  that  he  could  be  a  damn  good
one. The only one he’d ever need.

He pulled down Danny’s briefs and helped him out of them,

then gave that thick cockhead a kiss. While Danny moaned, Rick
smeared his lips with pre-cum and licked them clean again. Danny
whimpered when Rick stood back up, making Rick smile at that
needy noise.

“Not yet, puppy,” he said, using Danny’s favorite pet name.

“Gotta get you out of the shirt first.”

Danny held out his hands, obviously expecting to be uncuffed.

Rick grinned, knew it was a little evil, and produced his
pocketknife.

Danny’s eyes went huge and his breathing picked up. Rick

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watched as that heavy cock stiffened and then swayed when Danny
shifted his weight.

“Now hold still so I don’t cut you.” He took hold of the hem

and slid his hand up under the T-shirt.

He held the knife facing forward, but tapped Danny’s chest and

belly a few times with the back of his hand just to see him twitch
and  hear  his  little  gasps.  Danny  watched  intently  as  Rick  pressed
the  sharp  blade  to  the  collar  and  pulled.  The  thin  cotton  gave
easily,  splitting  right  down  the  middle  to  reveal  the  bulges  of
Danny’s pecs and that washboard stomach. Bless the man for being
so fucking fit!

Danny moaned with every exhalation by the time Rick had the

sleeves cut, too. He pulled the broken shirt off from the back,
revealing the straining body in front of him in all his naked glory.

Except for the locket.
Danny always wore a plain gold locket on a chain long enough

to hide it under his shirt. He never took it off, even showering with
it on, and wouldn’t talk about what it meant to him, except to say it
was important.

Rick ignored it, trying hard not to speculate on who had given

it to him.

“Goddamn,” he said to distract himself, “look at this perfect

body belonging to me.”

A whine and shifting of feet was all Danny added.
“Lie back on the hood.”
Danny shivered again and sat, one foot on the bumper, as he

glanced behind himself before lying back. Oh fuck, yeah. All that
pale skin draped over the burnt orange of the car looked real damn
nice.

“Hands over your head. Get your fingers gripping the lip of the

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hood.”

Danny did, making those biceps bulge as his cock lay over on

his hip. The head left a wet mark as Danny shifted around until he
was comfortable.

Knowing Danny would never be able to keep from talking

through what he planned to do next and not wanting to have to
“punish” him, Rick said, “You can talk now, but you can’t come.”

“Yes, Ricky,” he whispered, those eyes watching him. When

Rick wrapped his hand around that lovely, dark plum cock,
Danny’s hips shot up. “Oh God, Ricky!”

“No coming,” he reminded him, using the pre-cum to slick the

stroke of his hand.

“I won’t.” He gasped, squirming, but not thrusting. “Promise,

Ricky. Promise.”

He stroked a while longer, playing, just enjoying the feel of

satiny skin all slick and hot in his hand. Then he leaned in and
kissed the fat head again. He licked at the slit, teasing it open so he
could fuck it with the tip of his tongue. Loved that. And Danny
loved it, too, by the sound of his cries.

He couldn’t take all of Danny into his mouth, but he stroked

what wouldn’t fit and sucked on the rest. For a guy who claimed to
be  a  Top,  he  knew  he  loved  giving  head  way  too  much  for  it
actually to be true. The feel of a cock on his tongue, the taste and
scent,  could  get  him  coming  in  his  pants  if  he  wasn’t  careful.
Having it be Danny’s wonderful cock in his mouth made the desire
to  keep  him  there  until  he  came  down  his  throat  a  powerful
temptation.

But Danny wouldn’t want to come so soon into their game, and

Rick had more plans for both of them. Starting with getting a little
relief for himself, actually.

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He stood back, loving the groaned complaint from Danny and

the wetness of his dick as it snapped back onto his belly in defeat.
Chuckling at his own wickedness, Rick opened his jeans and
scooped out his hard cock and heavy balls.

“Oh, God.” Danny moaned. “Please, Ricky.”
“Please what?” he asked, slowly stroking himself.
“Please fuck me. Hard, Ricky. Make me cry.”
“No. Not yet.”
“Oh, Ricky.”
Rick stood between Danny’s spread legs and jacked himself

quickly, aiming at Danny’s heaving stomach. He knew his smile
looked sinful as he watched Danny staring and panting and
squirming.

“Gonna come all over you, puppy. Paint you with it.”
Danny groaned, the muscles of his arms bulging as he strained,

arching his back, but he didn’t let go of the hood.

Rick licked his lips, staring at Danny’s smooth, pale skin

stretched taut over rigid muscles. “So fucking beautiful,” he
muttered, thumbing his slit to get that zing of electric shock to his
balls. “Soon, puppy. Gonna cream your perfect body real damn
soon.”

Danny moaned, now rubbing the inside of his thigh on Rick’s

hip. “Come all over me. Make me yours, Ricky. Mark me.” He
moaned again, his own words seeming to inflame him.

“Yeah, I’ll mark you. I’ll rub it in, leave it there, make you

wear me home.”

Danny thrashed against the car, his head thrown back, howling

at the sky. His dark cock strained hard, waving at him as he
couldn’t seem to stop moving. Rick leaned over him and licked at
the wet spots, tasting his essence. Danny cried out, and it seemed

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that sound and taste were all Rick needed.

He aimed his dick and pumped hard, making his cum land all

over Danny’s abs and groin. Danny groaned, too, writhing,
muscles twitching. With a rough laugh, Rick let himself go and
spread his fingers into the jizz on Danny’s skin.

“Oh, God,” Danny said, watching, taking deep breaths. It made

Rick certain Danny really did get off on the smell of Rick’s cum.
“Yes! Ricky!”

“You’re mine now.” He rubbed the slick into Danny’s skin,

into the hairs around his dick, over his hard balls. “All mine.”

“Yes! Yes!”
Reveling in his own deviousness, Rick reached into his pocket

and pulled out the leather strap. He dangled it up so Danny could
see, then laughed as he recognized it and groaned in agony. His
hips shot up off the car, thrusting his dick up at him, begging for it
without saying a word.

Rick wrapped the ring around his cock and balls and snapped it

into place as Danny groaned. “Look at you. All pushed out and tied
up. So fucking obscene.” He leaned in and licked up Danny’s dick,
lapping at the wet that leaked, smelling them both. He chuckled as
the man he loved whimpered and writhed.

Taking the packet of lube and a condom from his pocket, Rick

pushed his pants down to his ankles. He gave Danny a few minutes
just to breathe, to back himself off. Then he moved one of Danny’s
legs to put his foot back on the bumper. It spread him enough Rick
could reach his hole and open him up.

He slicked up a finger, leaned over on his other hand on the

hood, and slipped into Danny’s tight ass.

Danny groaned, lifting his hips. “Oh, fuck,” he said when he

realized the move drove his cock up into Rick’s belly.

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“Yeah, puppy, I’m gonna fuck you now. Gonna flip you over

and do you right here.”

“Oh, Ricky, yes!”
Rick added more lube and another finger, playing inside him,

giving himself time to get hard again. He hadn’t gone soft—Danny
was  just  too  fucking  hot  for  that  to  happen—and  it  wouldn’t  be
long  before  he  was  ready  to  go  again.  He  stayed  away  from
Danny’s prostate for the moment and leaned closer so he could rub
their  cocks  together.  Danny’s  moan  was  tortured,  but  his  sensual
mouth slid into a grin before his blue eyes looked up at Rick.

“Rub on me, Ricky. Use me. Use me to make yourself feel so

good.”

He bit his lip to keep from groaning himself at those words.

Use him? Jesus. He wanted to, he really did, and that Danny
wanted him to made it so much sweeter. He pulled his fingers out
of him and stroked himself a bit before putting on the condom.

“Roll over. Gimme that hole.”
Danny let go of the hood and slowly stood. His grin looked a

little drunk, but then he turned around and arranged himself over
the hood again, spreading his legs. He stretched his hands back
above his head, getting another grip on the lip of the hood.

Rick took a moment to admire the view and smooth his hands

over  that  delicious  ass.  Man,  he  could  touch  Danny  for  days  and
still find something new and exciting about the man’s body. He’d
never  noticed,  for  example,  the  depth  of  the  little  dip  there  above
his  crack.  He  leaned  over  and  licked  the  spot,  tasting  sweat,
smelling  it,  and  loving  it.  Nothing  better  than  a  sweaty,  aroused
Danny.

The little sigh he heard made him smile.
“You better be ready for me,” he said in his best growly voice.

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Danny shivered. “Ready. Yes. Use me, Ricky.”
There was that word again. Goddamn, he liked it.
He spread Danny’s cheeks, fit his dick to his stretched and

shiny  little  hole,  then  watched  himself  sink  inside.  One  of  his
favorite  things,  watching  this  ass  stretch  around  his  cock.  Seeing
and  feeling  the  hard  muscles  flutter  and  clutch  as  he  demanded
entrance and Danny gave in.

“Oh, puppy.” He couldn’t help sighing.
“Icky!”
Did he just call me icky? Shaking his head at how well he

already messed with the man’s ability to speak, he slammed
forward the last few inches just to get Danny to scream. He didn’t
disappoint, the pleasured cry seeming to echo off the lake.

He leaned on him, grinding into his ass for a bit, savoring the

feel of those fat cheeks cushioning his groin, the tiny hairs tickling
his balls. Then he just had to say it. “I love you,” he said into
Danny’s shoulder, smoothing his hands up his thick arms.

He felt him shiver. “Oh, yes. Love you, too. So much!”
Smiling at that, Rick wrapped one arm around Danny’s waist,

low enough to protect his cock from the car as he thrust into him.
He wasn’t going to be slow or gentle, but he didn’t want to hurt
him.

He loved Danny’s moans and cries when he fucked him like

this. The man purred when they faced each other, but he sounded
wild and slutty from behind. He was never quiet, but this position
seemed to draw out the whore in him. And it drove Rick just as
crazy, making him pump his hips faster and harder, embedding an
impression of the grill onto his arm as he grunted and thrust.

Hands suddenly grabbed at him from behind!
“What the fuck?” he hollered, as two guys dragged him back.

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Danny gave a yell as Rick’s cock left him too quickly, the

condom not making it all the way out. Rick struggled as Danny
moved to turn around.

“Danny!” he shouted in warning as three other guys grabbed at

his lover. “Let me go, you fuckers!”

One of those bastards caught Danny’s cheek with a hard punch,

snapping his head around. Rick jerked and yelled, feeling the
punch himself.

“Don’t! Don’t hurt him!”
Because, Jesus Christ, he’s handcuffed!
“Shut up, you damned sodomite,” one of the guys holding him

snarled before hauling a fist back to punch him in the head.

Rick turned away, catching the hit on his jaw instead of straight

on. The pain sang up into his ear and down his neck, but through
that he managed to see a truly sick sight. The other guy holding
him wore a sweatshirt emblazoned with the crest and name of the
fucking Academy of Divine Living.

Another punch forced the breath out of him.
“What the hell?” the guy said above him.
“Fucking hold this one,” the other guy said before they backed

him against a tree. “Hold him!”

Rick’s arms were wrenched behind him, nearly tearing them

off, as the one guy held him and the other took off. Rick swung his
head around, feeling dazed and blinking hard, trying to hang on to
consciousness through sickening pain. “Danny,” he wheezed.

Somehow, Danny had managed to get his hands free and two of

the guys were already unconscious on the ground at his feet. It was
an  awesome  sight,  really,  one  that  made  Rick  smile.  A  beautiful,
pale  god  of  a  man,  his  cock  dark  and  hard  and  bound,  muscles
ripped  and  fists  clenched,  wailing  away  at  stupid,  weak-minded,

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black-souled sons of bitches. The third guy fell from a one-two
combo worthy of any heavyweight champion before Danny
advanced on the new guy.

The bastard who had hit Rick turned and fled, then the one

holding him against that fucking tree let go and took off, too. Rick
dropped to his knees, his arms screaming.

“Ricky?” Danny hit the ground in front of him, hands holding

his face. “Are you okay? How bad are you hurt, baby?”

“Rattled,” he said. He reached up to hold onto Danny’s

forearms and frowned at the cuffs on each of his wrists. He’d
broken them?

“I saw them punch you, yeah. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

He also seemed to know about his arms because he was careful to
help Rick up with an arm around his waist instead of under his
shoulders. “Can you get your pants yourself?”

“Yeah.” His arms didn’t feel quite as bad going in front of him

as they did going back. “I’m going to need a shit ton of
painkillers.”

“I’ve got plenty at home.”
Danny grabbed up his jeans, then paused, reaching behind

himself. Rick laughed when Danny threw the condom on the face
of one of their still-unconscious attackers.

“Lovely souvenir, honey. That’s nice of you.”
Danny laughed as he got his pants on and shoved his feet into

his sneakers. The laughter died on a sob, though.

Rick did up the button on his jeans, then stepped close and

pulled Danny down into his arms. It fucking hurt, but he ignored it
as best he could because Danny needed him.

“It’s okay, Danny,” he murmured, cheek-to-cheek. “You were

amazing, you know?”

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Danny squeezed him just a bit and pressed his lips to his

temple. “I was so scared, so angry. I nearly changed and fucking
killed them for touching you.”

It would’ve taken a hell of a change to get this man to be a

killer;  that  he’d  fought  so  well  was  amazing  by  itself.  He  made
Danny  move  back  and  cupped  his  face  so  he  could  look  up  into
those  bright  blue  eyes.  “I  was  scared,  too.  Until  I  saw  my
boyfriend turn into The Hulk and save my scrawny ass.”

Danny laughed, then gave him a quick kiss. “Come on,

Scrawny. I’ll drive.”

Rick wasn’t going to argue about that and headed for the

passenger door. He looked back when he saw Danny bend over in
front of the car. He wasn’t sure what to make of the sight of him
scooping one of those guys up from the ground and tossing him
into the bushes…while using only one arm.

* * *

There wasn’t a mark on him.
Rick couldn’t stop staring at Danny as he slept beside him

because  there  wasn’t  a  single  bruise  or  cut  on  the  beautiful  man.
He knew it had all  happened last  night because his shoulders still
ached  and  there  was  a  bruise  on  his  jaw  and  his  stomach.  But
Danny had nothing. His jaw should be purple from that first punch.
His knuckles should be messed up from all those hits he got in.

It was almost like some other Danny had been there—Danny’s

superhuman twin. He was grateful his man wasn’t hurt, but he
couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t.

He touched his pink cheek, wanting and not wanting to wake

him up and ask him. Danny blinked slowly, a little smile curving

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his lips as his blue eyes focused on him. Rick couldn’t help smiling
back as Danny sighed and then he couldn’t help kissing him.

He kept the kiss sweet and soft, petting all that warm, satiny

skin on Danny’s chest. He was even gentle with one beaded nipple.
Danny’s moan sounded lazy, and Rick wanted inside this sleepy
man.

When he reached down to get a hold of his cock, though, he

discovered Danny still wore the leather ring.

“Danny!” He lifted the blankets up. “Why didn’t you take this

off?”

Rick did now, checking for damage. His skin looked a little

angry, but not terribly so.

“My master put it on,” Danny whispered, still looking so sleepy

sweet. “It wasn’t my place to take it off.”

A shiver snaked down Rick’s spine and set his cock to filling

faster. That was the first time Danny had ever called him master. It
was like when he’d said he should use him. Forbidden and wrong,
but really fucking hot.

He surrounded Danny’s thick dick with his hand. “Just for that,

puppy, you get to come however you want to. Tell me what you
want and it’s yours.”

Danny blushed, those pink cheeks turning darker, as he nibbled

his bottom lip in naughty thought. “I love your mouth, Ricky.
Would you suck me off and then fuck me real slow?”

He smiled, rolling the big man fully onto his back. “You got it,

puppy. Know why?”

“Because you love me?”
Rick nodded. “Because I love you.”
He sucked that big cock with single-minded dedication, letting

himself give his all for Danny’s pleasure. He licked and tongued

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the  head,  played  with  the  slit  until  Danny  begged.  He  mouthed
those  hairy  balls,  breathing  deep  the  scent  of  sex  and  hot  skin.
Then  he  rimmed  his  ass,  loving  how  his  muscles  fluttered  on  his
tongue and pulled at his thumbs as he held him open. Loving how
Danny  writhed  and  moaned  and  keened  at  the  ceiling,  his  hands
gripping the headboard or crushing his pillow.

Rick sent two spit-slick fingers inside him and sucked in most

of his cock, pumping and sucking  to pull  his lover over  the edge.
When  he  finally  got  the  hoarse  cry  and  a  mouthful  of  cum,  he
moaned  himself  and  swallowed  it  all  down.  As  it  always  was,  he
didn’t want to stop sucking that perfect flesh, holding on until he
knew Danny couldn’t stand it anymore  before  slowly pulling off.
He  savored  one  final  taste,  then  opened  his  eyes  to  look  up  at
Danny’s flushed and panting face.

“Fuck me,” Danny whispered. “Please, Ricky.”
He sat up, wincing a little at the pain in his shoulders, and

reached into the bedside for one of the pre-lubed condoms.

As Danny lifted his legs up and out, baring his ass, Rick slid

the condom on and smiled at his lover’s shameless display. Heavy
legs spread, cock spit-shiny and resting on his belly, balls loose
and that little pucker just begging to be stretched… And his eager
face, the soft grin.

“Fucking love fucking you,” he said before pushing all the way

in at once.

Danny didn’t tense or flinch, just groaned and rolled his eyes

closed as his body twitched and hugged him tight. God, it was
good! Tight and hot and just so Danny. The big man loved it like
this.

Rick kept his strokes long and slow, savoring the grip Danny

had on him, determined to make this last. But he wasn’t the

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superhuman one, so he had to shorten his thrusts, move a little
faster. He did manage to add a bit of torture for his lover, though,
by breaching his amazing ass over and over. Poke, poke, poke!

“Oh, fuck.” Danny threw his head back. “Christ, that’s good!”
Rick smiled, watching, then remembered how he’d planned to

bite Danny’s pale neck last night to give him an extra added treat.
So he pushed in deep and started fucking fast, slamming their
bodies together, knowing Danny would go nuts as soon as he felt
Rick’s teeth on him.

Leaning close, only his hips humping him, Rick set his teeth to

Danny’s bared neck and bit down hard.

“Oh! Oh, God! Yes, Ricky,” he hollered, grabbing at his back

and his hair, holding him fast. “Yours! Oh God, I’m so yours,
Ricky!”

Danny’s ass squeezed him tight over and over, and Rick let go,

coming with a groan around the mouthful of muscle between his
teeth. He had to release him so he could suck in air, feeling his
orgasm roll through him in waves as Danny kept clenching on him,
giving him everything he had, too.

Panting, he lay down on Danny’s chest, feeling his fast breaths

and pounding heart, getting lost in whose was whose. His arms
ached, but it had been worth it. With Danny, it was always worth
it.

“Thank you, Ricky,” Danny whispered. He smoothed his hands

up and down his back. “Love it when you claim me.”

Claim him? Oh, the bite mark. He lifted his head to look at it,

seeing an angry red ring of obvious teeth marks. On that pale skin,
they’d probably bruise for a few days. Like last time.

So why the hell isn’t his cheek bruised from last night?
Rick pushed away, muttering for Danny to stay put, and got off

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the  bed.  He  tossed  the  condom  in  the  bathroom  trash,  then  got  a
washcloth  nice  and  hot.  It  would  make  Danny  groan  to  have  it
pressed  to  his  ass,  soothing  those  muscles  before  he  cleaned  him
up.

Danny groaned as expected, a little smile on his face again.

“That feels so nice.”

“Wish you had a tub so you could soak.”
“Mmm… That would be good. Or a hot tub.”
He grinned. “Fuck you in the bubbles.”
Danny chuckled, closing his eyes and looking so relaxed, while

Rick’s head was full of questions. He sighed, gently wiping at him
now, before refolding the cloth and pressing it to him again.

“Do you shoulders hurt, baby? You want more pain meds?”
Rick shook his head and suddenly couldn’t keep quiet any

longer. “Why will the bite mark bruise, while the bruise you
should have on your cheek isn’t there? And your knuckles are fine.
Like nothing happened last night.”

Danny’s face went wary, his lips stretching thin. Just like

before, when he’d lied to him about where he went every month.

“Fuck,” Rick said with a snarl and got off the bed. He went into

the bathroom again and threw the washcloth into the shower only
to have his shoulder scream at him. “Fuck!”

He stalked back into the bedroom, finding Danny sitting up in

the middle of the mattress. He looked sad and unsure, but enough
was enough.

“Why aren’t you hurt? How did you break those handcuffs?

How did you take down all those guys so fast? Where the fuck do
you go every month?”

Tears rolled down Danny’s face, and Rick wanted to apologize,

comfort him, but damn it, he had to know.

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“I was waiting,” Danny said, seeming to try not to sob the

words. “I have to tell you, but sometimes it goes bad, and I was
scared of losing you, so I’ve been waiting.”

Now Rick was scared instead of angry and got back onto the

bed, taking those big hands in his. “Are you in trouble, Danny?”

He shook his head. “No, I… It’s just so huge, Ricky.”
“You’re not messing around with those Russians, are you?”
“No. No, nothing like that.” He shrugged. “Well, not really.”
“God, Danny, if you’re into something illegal—”
“No! Ricky, I promise it’s nothing like that.”
“Then what?” He held tight to his hands, shaking now.
“I… Ricky, I’m…” He swallowed audibly. “Ricky, I’m a

werewolf.”

He stared at him for a moment, then shoved his hands away.

“Goddamn it, Danny, that’s not fucking funny. I’m serious here!”
He got off the bed to look for his pants.

“I’m serious, too! I swear I am.” Danny reached for him, but

Rick dodged away. “God, I’m going to have to show you,” he
muttered, raking his fingers through his hair and looking a little
scared.

“Oh, really?” he said with a sneer. “Fucking hell, Danny, that’s

your worst lie yet.”

“I’m not lying! Ricky, I can’t lie to you.”
He found his pants and tugged them on. “Sure, you can’t. So

you go hunting with a bunch of family friends every month, huh?”
He snatched up his sweatshirt, stabbing into it. “Did you know that
nothing’s in season right now, you asshole?”

When there was no comment from the bed, Rick looked back

and then froze.

Fear for himself was his first reaction and he stumbled back,

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away from the half-man, half-something else shifting around on
the blankets where Danny had just been. Then he felt afraid for
Danny, for what was happening to him, and stepped back up to the
bed.

“Danny?” he asked, his voice croaking. He reached for him,

but pulled his hand back, nervous he might hurt him as a moan
came from the thing on the bed.

Black hair pushed up through pale skin. Bones and muscles

moved  under  that  skin  and  fur  in  ways  they  only  did  in  horror
movies.  Rick  couldn’t  catch  his  breath  as  it  became  obvious  that
the  man  became  a  dog,  a  wolf.  A  big,  midnight  black  wolf.  Big
like a Great Dane, only definitely a wolf.

“Holy God,” he whispered. His legs trembled seconds before

he hit the floor on his ass.

A whine sounded over his head, and he looked up in time to see

the wolf peer over the footboard at him. Then it dropped down to
the floor, big blue eyes watching him. He realized the whole
creature looked nervous, moving slowly.

The wolf was afraid. And the wolf was Danny. Danny was

afraid.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Don’t… Don’t be scared, Danny.”
Danny came closer, his head down and tail tucked under, like a

dog expecting a smack on the nose.

“Jesus, Danny, look at you!”
He reached for him, and his tail came up and started wagging.

There was a glint of happiness in his blue eyes and his tongue
lolled out as he panted. He sat down just in front of him, so Rick
got up on his knees to be eye-level with the big wolf who was his
lover.

“I… I had no idea that… Fuck, that creatures like you are

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really real!”

His tail thumped against the floor and he scooted closer.
Rick moved closer, too, and reached out for him with both

hands. Danny gave a little bark, a happy sound, and licked his hand
from wrist to fingertips with a warm, wet, oddly rough tongue. He
knew that tongue, recognized it from Danny’s kisses, and when he
licked his cock and drove him crazy. He’d always wondered why it
was so rough…

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, now close enough to bury

his fingers in soft, black fur. It was so thick, so warm. Was this
why sleeping with Danny felt like sleeping next to a furnace?
“Wow, Danny.”

It suddenly struck him that this was a big deal. A huge deal. He

could see why Danny had been worried about telling him. And,
Jesus, the trust this showed! This was a secret of monumental
proportions Danny trusted him with right here.

“I won’t tell anyone.” He smoothed his hands over Danny’s

face and those big ears. “Thank you for telling me, but I won’t say
a word to—”

Who the hell did he have to tell? There was only Danny. He

was all Rick had. Which had been why he’d freaked at the idea of
losing him and started their night of fun and pain and worry. He
had no one and nothing but Danny.

“You know my family’s all fucked up,” he whispered, burying

his fingers in that thick black coat. “You know I can’t ever go
home again. And maybe you know…” He swallowed the lump in
his throat and fought back tears. “Maybe you know I’m completely
alone.”

Danny whined and put his big head on Rick’s shoulder like a

hug.

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“I took you out last night because I wanted to show you that

you didn’t have to go anywhere else for excitement or love or
whatever you need. I thought you were seeing someone else
because I wasn’t enough to keep you happy.”

Danny jerked and blinked. Then he barked, eyes narrowed, and

it sounded very much like a firm no.

Rick nodded and stroked down his neck, over the chain of that

locket. “I know. Now I know. But, Danny, I can’t lose you.” His
damn tears spilled over. “I can’t be alone anymore.”

The wolf whined and licked at his face, cleaning up his tears,

then moved away and started changing back. Rick watched the
weird, painful-looking push and pull of muscle and bone and skin.
He just waited, nervously fidgeting because so very much rode on
Danny’s response.

The first thing Rick noticed was that Danny’s bite mark was

gone. So he’d changed some time during the night and healed his
injuries? Jesus. Finally, Danny shook his dark head, wobbling a
little and blinking a lot as he spun around to find Rick again. “Love
you.” He grunted, as if his voice wasn’t quite his yet. “Only you.”

Rick managed not to sob as he gathered Danny into his arms.

Only him. Okay. God, that was good. “Yeah? Promise?”

“You’re my mate, Ricky.” He pulled him in close, getting him

to straddle his thigh. “I knew we were meant to be from the
moment I met you.”

“You did?”
Danny petted his hair back, kissed both cheeks. “I did, baby.

We’re a true-mated pair, you and me. There’s no one else for me
but you.”

No one else. Oh, God…
Danny’s skin felt clammy when he leaned in and hugged him

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tight. “You feel so cold. Are you all right, Danny?”

“It’s normal.” He ran his chilly hands up under Rick’s

sweatshirt. “It’ll fade.”

Rick rubbed and stroked and kissed every part he could reach

anyway, trying to warm him up. Danny chuckled at him. “Are you
trying to get me hard again?”

Rick sat back and cupped his face, smiling, and finally let out

his own secret. “Only if you’ll fuck me this time.”

He regretted saying it like that when Danny’s face showed his

shock. Then Rick pushed worry away and held firm to his request,
knowing he needed this. Needed to admit to needing this.

“Yeah, I know.” Rick could feel his face heating. “But could

we anyway?”

“Of course, baby,” Danny said, his voice all soft and tender.

“How do you want it?”

Rick smiled and sighed, relieved. He gave him a quick kiss.

“Behind. Want you deep.”

They stood together, Danny lifting Rick’s sweatshirt off of

him, then helping him back out of his jeans. Rick got up on the bed
on his hands and knees.

Danny got on the bed, too, but pulled Rick down onto his side.

“How about like this?” He tucked Rick’s back to his chest. “I want
to hold you.”

Rick sighed. Yeah, he wanted to be held. “Okay.”
“Let me get the stuff.” He twisted around and opened the

nightstand drawer. “Um, Ricky?”

“Yeah?” He turned enough to see.
“We don’t really need the condoms. I can’t get sick or make

you sick, so unless you want them for clean up or something…”

Rick smiled, even as his head spun. God, that was huge!

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“That’ll, um, save us some cash.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You know, for most couples, this is a

big deal.”

He swallowed and shivered. “It is for us, too. Really. And…I

want to.”

“I get to feel it first.” Danny caught his chin and pulled him

around for a kiss.

He laughed, rolling his eyes now. “Don’t make me get all

bossy.” He wiggled his ass against Danny’s dick, making the big
man moan.

Rick curled his legs up when he heard the cap on the lube.

Then one of Danny’s thick fingers circled and teased his hole. Rick
took deep breaths, trying to relax, knowing he wanted this, needed
it, even though it had been four years. The only reason he’d started
topping exclusively was to avoid being vulnerable, but last night
had taught him there was no safe way to love someone. It was
always a risk, but sometimes the risk was worth it.

He groaned when that teasing finger pushed in, backed out,

pushed again. “Oh, man.”

Danny made a happy noise behind him that tugged a smile out

of Rick. Maybe his big bottom liked being a top now and— “Oh
fuck!” He arched his back as Danny’s damn finger nudged his
prostate.

“So you are paying attention.”
A wheezing laugh left Rick. “What are— Oh God! Right there.

Right— Yes! Fuck!”

Danny chuckled, then there was more lube and another finger.
“Oh, hell,” he said, burying his face in a pillow. If his fucking

fingers felt this good…

“You feel ready to me, baby. What do you think?”

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Nudge. Nudge.
“Yes! Christ!”
Rick wanted to comment on Danny’s little laugh, but his hot,

slick dick was suddenly a-knockin’. “Oh, my fucking God…”

“Easy, baby.” Danny got his arms around him, working his

dick slowly deeper. “Damn, you feel so good on me, Ricky.”

Rick tried to relax, tried to let Danny in, but his muscles were

freaking out. Danny, bless him, didn’t complain or try to force his
way in. He just coaxed and waited, pushing in in tiny increments.

Finally, with one of Danny’s arms under Rick’s head and

across  his  chest  and  the  other  looped  around  his  waist,  Rick
moaned  and  relaxed.  Being  wrapped  in  Danny  was  such  fucking
heaven,  and  the  pleasure  of  the  hold  went  off  the  charts  when
Danny started moving deep inside him.

“Jesus, Danny,” he said and groaned, rocking, only to have

Danny hold him still. He grinned and let his head rest over on
Danny’s arm when Danny nuzzled into his neck.

“You can have this whenever you need it, Ricky,” he said, his

voice that tender purr again. “Just tell me. I’ll do anything you
need.”

“Always need you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He kissed his neck, then

licked a line up over his cheek. “You’re stuck with me, Ricky,
because wolves mate for life.”

Tears burned his eyes suddenly. For life. “Danny… Oh, God!”
“You’ll never be alone now,” he said, his arms tightening as his

thrusting grew faster. “I’m yours forever, Ricky.”

“Forever.” He held Danny’s big hands, squeezing his fingers as

he moaned over and over from the perfect pleasure of his lover
snug and hot inside him. And that promise… Jesus!

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Words stopped being possible as Danny kept driving into him,

so  deep,  so  full.  Then  their  hands  wrapped  around  his  dick  and
pumped  with  each  stroke  into  his  ass,  making  Rick  cry  out  over
and over, until the snap of his orgasm burned through him. He shot
and  clenched,  grinning  as  he  panted  because  Danny  came  with
him, buried inside him.

“Love you,” he said, squeezing those arms closer around him.
A rumbling sound vibrated against his back as Danny tucked

his face into Rick’s neck. “I love you, too, Ricky. Always.”

* * *

Six months later

“Hi, Amanda, Chloe, Tom,” Rick called as he closed his car

door and went around to let Danny out. “Sorry we’re late. Are they
still around?”

Danny got out of the passenger seat, his black fur already

letting him blend into the night. Only the full moon glinting off his
sleek coat gave him away as he trotted beside Rick over to the little
group of people.

Tom said, “They’re here and there. Something big went down

to the east not long ago, though.” The tall, lean man with a
perfectly bald head sat in a picnic chair near the back of his truck.
He was the human mate of another gay wolf named Leon.

“Lots of howling,” Chloe said with a grin, as she waved her

fingers at Danny. Her mate was a wolf named Carl, who was as big
as Danny only bright white.

Amanda rocked her baby son Aaron, patting his back, a bottle

beside her hip where she sat in the bed of Tom’s truck. “I’m

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expecting a report from Sully any— Oh, there he is.”

A howl that sounded young and super-excited cut through the

night. Sully was Amanda and Reese’s oldest son and tonight was
his first moon shift, where all the wolves old enough to do it were
forced to change for three days each month. And they liked to get
together and go hunting as a pack, regardless of what was in
season.

Danny threw back his head and howled. His call created a

flurry of answers from wolves all over the property the pack
owned way outside the city.

Rick ruffled Danny’s head, then smacked his rump. “Have fun.

See you later.”

Danny gave him a happy bark and took off. Only when he was

gone from sight did Rick remember he’d had something to remind
him about.

“Damn. I wanted to tell him no friggin’ rabbits this time.” He

sat down on the tailgate beside Amanda. “I really hate the dead
Thumpers.”

They chuckled at him, no doubt much more used to the gifts

their own spouses brought back to them since they’d all been
together longer than he and Danny. This was only their sixth moon
change together.

Only… He smiled to himself. He and his mate had been

together for eight months now. He pulled his feet up onto the gate
and hugged his knees, feeling the giddy happiness of their
commitment all over again.

It wasn’t just how he had Danny now, he had Danny’s pack,

too. A few days after Danny’s big reveal, he’d taken him out to the
alpha’s house to introduce him. As soon as Danny had said, “This
is my mate, Rick Granger,” he’d been totally accepted right into

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the pack. The family. Everyone wanted to meet him, was so happy
for  him  and  Danny,  and  it  had  nearly  set  him  to  crying  when  the
alpha  presented  him  with  a  locket  matching  Danny’s.  His  hadn’t
contained hairs from the head of somebody named Saint Vincent—
which  was,  apparently,  the  only  thing  that  kept  a  werewolf  from
being  a  crazy  demon  when  they  changed—but  Danny  had  put  a
lock of his own black hair inside once they’d gone home.

He was a member of a huge, extended family, and that still got

to him sometimes.

Amanda bumped his shoulder, giving him a wicked grin.

“What kept you tonight?”

He smiled, glad for the near darkness to hide his blushing.

“Yeah, yeah, we wanted one more go-around before he changed.”

And, oh, it had been a good one! Danny had already started to

feel his change coming on when they’d started, so it had been a
frenzied fuck to the finish line. Rick’s ass still ached in that really
delicious way. They never much talked about who would end up
doing what to whom since that first time he’d bottomed for Danny,
but he was always happy wherever he found himself. And he knew
Danny was, too, from the enthusiasm with which the man plowed
him. God, it was so good!

“Have you tried the leather cuffs?” Amanda asked.
“La-la-la,” Chloe chanted, fingers in her ears, while Tom just

shook his head and chuckled.

During his second time meeting Amanda and the other human

mates, Danny’s cock ring had fallen out of Rick’s pocket when he
went to get his keys. It turned out Amanda and Reese went in for
the kinky stuff, too, sometimes. Go figure.

“After this moon,” he said, smiling. “You know how they are

when they change back.”

ISSY

ELSH

Missy Welsh has a Master of Arts in Writing Popular Fiction that
was a gift she gave herself for making it through an undergraduate
degree;  she’s  still  paying  for  that  gift,  too,  so  she  thanks  you  for
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Romance  has  always  been  the  main  theme  of  her  writing,  even
when she was twelve and concocting little tales for her friends. She
grew  up  watching  tough-guy  action  movies  with  her  dad  and
stealing her mom’s romance novels, so it seemed perfectly normal
to pair up the two and see what happened. As long as there are men
being  brave  and  falling  in  love,  Missy  plans  to  fantasize  about—
um, she means, write about them.

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