Taming the Owl

Sometimes your past has a way of catching up
with you, even if you don’t know what said past
may be.

When  Gene  was  freed  from  prison,  he  was  more
than happy to join Austin’s Owl Parliament. After
all,  Gene’s  childhood  family  had  exiled  him  and
turned  their  backs,  leaving  Gene  nowhere  to  go.
He was a nobody. A floater. Just a whisper in the
wind.

Ever since Gene joined the Parliament, Leon

finds he is drawn to the newcomer. But there are
just  a  few  problems,  as  Gene  is  smart-mouthed,
snarky,  cocky,  never  listens  to  orders,  and  has
more  attitude  than  a  four-year-old  who  has  been
denied his candy.

Then an unexpected threat comes from Gene’s

past and threatens his life. Will Leon be able to
save him? If so, will he be able to overcome all his
fears in order to claim Gene as his?

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Taming an Owl

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Chapter One

lick! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!
That was the only sound that reverberated

through  the  abandoned  home.  A  lone  figure
walked  through  it,  rubbing  its  stick-like  fingers
together.  Its  red,  overly  large,  oval  eyes  darted
from one side to the other as it took in everything,
looking for anything that would give him a clue as
to where the Owl was.

Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!
While the creature could talk in regular human

tones  if  it  chose  to,  that  would  require  it to  shift,
and  it  would  rather  stay  in  its  Praying  Mantis
form. It was unusual for shifters to prefer to be in
their animal form. The Mantis stood at six feet tall
and  wore  several  layers  of  tattered  green  and
brown  cloaks,  leaving  its  bald  head  bare.  Well,  it
wasn’t  exactly  bald,  as  there  was  a  smattering  of
long,  thick,  coarse  strands  which  stood  up  here
and there.

Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!
The Mantis walked into one of the bedrooms,

and that was when it caught the scent.

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Ahhhhhhhhh.  It  was  him—the  Owl.  The  one  they
had  been  seeking  for  all  these  years.  The  Mantis
took  in  a  deep  breath.  This  time  the  scent  was
strong. They weren’t that far behind him.

Soon. Yes, soon they would have him. Then the

last of the Lychman Royal family would be dead,
and the Mantises would finally have their
revenge.

Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!
The Mantis bent over and smelled a pillow. A

shiver  of  excitement  went  through  its  thin,
willowy  frame.  It  could  almost  scent  the  Owl’s
freshly  spilled  blood  now—taste  it.  It  would  be
better than the finest wine ever created.

Then just as suddenly, a vile rage filled the

Mantis.  Throwing  its  head  back,  it  let  out  a
screeching  noise  so  loud  that  it  shook  the
windows  of  the  home.  The  Mantis  grabbed  the
pillow with its clawed fingers and began to rip it
apart.

When the Mantis finished with the pillow, it

didn’t  stop.  It  continued  with  the  rest  of  the
bedroom,  ripping  everything  within  arm’s  reach.
Bedding,  metal  frames,  mirrors,  dressers,  all
became  victims  to  the  Mantis’  rage.  Once  it  was
finished with that room, it continued on to the rest
of the home, venting his frustration and hate.

After the Mantis was done, it rubbed his

pinchers together as it looked at the damage it had
caused. If it could have, it would have smiled. The

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destruction it had just committed would be
nothing compared to what it would do to the Owl
once it caught up with him. The Owl who went by
the name of Gene.

Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!

* * * *

Leon  thundered  through  the  small  home  where
they  were  temporarily  staying  as  he  looked  for
Gene.  Leon  swore  that  this  time  he  was  going  to
kill the Long-Eared Owl, no mattered who tried to
interfere  and  stop  him.  Seriously,  there  was  only
so much Leon could take, and Gene had just taken
a  swan  dive  over  that  line.  Hell,  the  kid  had
probably  smiled  and  done  jazz  hands  while  he
was  doing  it.  Gene  and  self-control  had  never
exactly  been  best  friends.  Shit,  Leon  doubted  the
two  had  ever  even  been  introduced  to  one
another.

Leon found Gene in their shared bedroom. Not

that there was anything intimate about that, since
it also housed another Owl. It wasn’t exactly  like
they  were  flush  with  money.  They  had  to  take
what  they  could  get,  which  meant  small  houses
with crappy furnishing in bad neighborhoods. But
since  Leon  had  grown  up  in  a  lot  worse,  he  was
the  last  one  to  complain.  Strangely,  he’d  never
heard  Gene  utter  a  word  of  complaint,  either.
Maybe  it  was  because  Leon  and  his  Parliament

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had  rescued  Gene  from  a  prison  after  a  five-year
stint. Or it could be because his former Parliament
had  turned  their  backs  on  Gene,  and  Gene  knew
he  had  nowhere  else  to  go.  Whatever  the  reason,
for all his smartass remarks, not one had ever been
directed  at  the  Parliament’s  poor  conditions.  In
fact, Gene seemed proud to be part of their group.

Leon found Gene lying down on a mattress

that’d been thrown on the ground. As usual, when
his mouth wasn’t open and yapping away, he had
his  nose  buried  in  a  book.  Gene  loved  horror
novels and would read and re-read the same five
ones  he  had.  Leon  knew  Gene  wished  he  could
have  more,  but  since  they  were  always  on  the
move  and  could  only  carry  so  much,  Gene  was
stuck  with  that  number.  On  numerous  occasions,
Leon  had  suggested  that  Gene  just  trade  out  the
older five books for new ones. Gene had refused,
saying that he couldn’t give up his favorites.

“You and I need to talk,” Leon said.
Gene glanced up from his novel. As usual, he

was  the  epitome  of  sexuality.  From  his  dark  hair
and eyes that were outlined with kohl…even if it
had just ended there, it would have been enough
for  Leon,  but  it  wasn’t.  Gene’s  highly  arched
cheekbones,  pert  nose,  and  full  bottom  lip  called
to Leon.

Hell! The unconventional way Gene dressed

turned Leon on when it shouldn’t have. Gene
always wore punk clothing, a style that went

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against  every  bit  of  Leon’s  Navy  SEAL  training.
Today, Gene had on a pair of jeans with so many
holes  that  it  was  a  wonder  all  his  indecent  parts
were  covered.  He  also  wore  a  t-shirt  that  had  a
sloth  pole-dancing  on  it.  The  fabric  clung  to  his
skinny frame like a second skin, leaving nothing to
the imagination.

Leon quickly looked away before he did

something  stupid  like  yell  at  Gene  to  put  on
something  more  proper—or  worse,  grew  a  boner
in  front  of  the  other  Owl.  That  would  come  off
splendidly. Leon just knew Gene wouldn’t let that
one go by uncommented on. The smartass would
have to point it out.

Gene let out a sigh. “What did I do this time?”
“It’s about your new job.”
“What about it? I’m contributing to the

Parliament, just like every Owl here should be.”

Leon gripped the edge of the doorjamb and

very slowly counted to ten…and then to
twenty…and then to thirty. “That doesn’t include
any of us having to work as a go-go boy at the
local gay clubs.”

Gene tilted his head to the side, which made

him look all the more adorable. Leon could feel
some of his anger leaking away, and he got lost in
those sweet, brown eyes. Damn it! Leon wanted to
stay enraged, so he didn’t want to be taken in by
one coy look from Gene.

“I don’t know about that,” Gene said. “The gay

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club sure hired me quickly enough. In fact, they
insisted I start tonight.”

“I’ll bet they did.”
Gene picked up a bright green sparkly thong

and held it up. “They even gave me my uniform.”

Just the thought of any other man seeing Gene

dressed  in  that  scrap  of  nothingness  made  Leon
want  to  kill  somebody.  Which  was  ridiculous.
He’d  already  resigned  himself  to  the  fact  that  he
and Gene weren’t meant to be. Leon liked his guys
to be submissive, to follow his lead at all times, to
not  ask  questions.  He  certainly  didn’t  want  them
to  be  smartassed,  snarky,  little  brats.  Yet  Leon
couldn’t  help  it.  The  rage  was  still  there,  and  it
wasn’t going away soon.

“The boss thinks that I’ll make a ton of money

in tips. He says I have the body that the older guys
just drool over,” Gene said, as he sat the thong
down.

“You call shaking your ass for a group of horny

men a way to make money?” Leon bit out.

Gene shrugged. “Sure, why not? Somebody has

to do it, and since I fit the mold, it may as well be
me. This Parliament has done so much for me, it’s
time that I pay it back.”

“There are other jobs you can take.”
Gene gave him a narrow-eyed stare. “Why do

you care what I do? You barely talk to me. Hell,
you never even look my way, and now you have
this sudden interest in my career choice.”

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Shit! Leon realized that he might have revealed

too much with his jealous hissy fit. He scrambled
to come up with a plausible excuse. “Because if
you put yourself out in the public like that,
somebody may recognize you.”

Gene made a raspberry noise. “I seriously

doubt  that  Stern  and  his  cronies  take  time  out  to
hang at the local gay  clubs. They  would  be  more
likely to burn them down. Stern isn’t particularly
keen  on  Owls  who  are  gay,  in  case  you’ve
forgotten.”

Leon hated to admit it, but Gene did have a

point  there.  Stern  put  the  phobe  in  homophobe.
The  Owl  leader  was  known  to  publically  execute
other Owls just for that. He was the reason why so
many Owls were now in hiding and running from
Stern’s  soldiers—their  own  Parliament  being  an
entire group of them.

Gene looked at his watch, then jumped off the

mattress. “Damn! I better get going. I don’t want
to be late on my first day. That wouldn’t make a
good impression.”

“I don’t think you’re there for your good work

ethics,” Leon drawled.

Gene stopped and gave him a dirty look. “Hey,

at least it’s a job. In fact, it’s the first one I’ve ever
had. So you could at least show me a little respect
here. At least I’m trying.”

Leon wanted to understand. Oh, how badly he

did, but then the image of Gene gyrating in front

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of all those human men flashed in front of his eyes
and Leon could only feel the sharp stab of
jealousy. That meant there was only one thing
Leon could do.

“Yeah, well, I’m going with you tonight,” he

said.

Gene came to a dead stop and stared at Leon as

if he had grown a new beak. “What?”

“If you think for one moment that I’m letting

you go there all alone to let a bunch of men grope
you, you’re out of your mind.”

“Since when have you given a damn what I do

or don’t do?”

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. Why

couldn’t  he  be  attracted  to  another  man?  But
noooooo….he had to fall for the high maintenance
one. Then again, that was the story of Leon’s life.
He never picked the easiest route. Instead, he was
always  going  for  the  more  rigorous  and
challenging path. It was the reason he’d become a
SEAL,  and  it  was  the  reason  he  was  head  of
security  for  the  Parliament.  For  him,  easy  had
always equaled boring.

Gene went into the bathroom, then came out a

few moments later. While he appeared to be
wearing the same clothing, Gene knew that damn
green thong was on underneath it all. It both
turned Leon on and angered him at the same time.
For some reason, he felt that he should be the only
one to see Gene’s body, not a bunch of nameless,

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horny men who were waving dollar bills around.

Gene grabbed his backpack and stuffed his

book in it. “That should about do it. They said I
get a free lunch and that they’ll grease me up once
I’m there.”

Leon balled his hands into tight fists. He.

Would. Not. Kill. He’d promised Austin that he’d
keep  hold  of  his  temper  after  the  last  incident,
when some jerk frat boy had dared to mouth off to
Leon.  Leon  still  didn’t  know  what  the  big  deal
was.  All  he’d  done  was  taken  out  his  knife  and
slash  all  the  guy’s  tires.  The  asshole  hadn’t  even
gotten  out  of  his  car,  so  there  wasn’t  any  real
confrontation.  So,  in  Leon’s  opinion,  the  whole
thing had been way overblown.

Besides, he reminded himself once again, it

wasn’t  as  if  Gene  was  his.  That  meant  that  Leon
didn’t  own  him  or  anything.  So  Gene  could  run
naked  through  the  streets  and  Leon  would  have
no say in it.

“Okay then. Let’s go,” Leon said.
Gene gaped at him. “You were actually serious

when you said you were going to come and watch
over me?”

“You bet.”
“Why? I’m going to be in the cage the entire

time. How much safer can I be?”

“You still have to walk to and from there. I’m

pretty sure this bar isn’t in the best of
neighborhoods.”

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Gene crossed his arms over his chest. “I can

take care of myself.”

“Sure, that’s why you were captured and kept

in a cell for five years.”

That comment got Leon a dirty look.
“Low blow,” Gene snapped. “Besides, when

they caught me, I was way outnumbered. There
was no way I could have fought them all off. Not
even you would have been capable, and you fight
like a fricking superhero.”

Leon couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“You think that much about my fighting skills?”

Gene let out a huff. “Come on. Like you don’t

know you fight better than Arnold, Seagal, and
Van Damme combined. You just want to hear me
say it, so I can inflate that already mega ego of
yours.”

Now it was Leon’s turn to gape. “I don’t have

an ego.”

“Please, your ego is so huge I’m surprised

there’s room for the rest of us in the house.”

And that was the crux of Leon’s problem. He

didn’t know whether to strangle Gene or kiss him.
He  did  know  one  thing,  he’d  better  figure  it  out
fast,  or  he  was  going  to  go  crazy.  This  little
menace  was  beginning  to  occupy  all  of  Leon’s
thoughts.  Since  Leon  was  the  head  of  the
Parliament’s security, that was not a good thing. If
Leon  had  one  little  slip  up,  it  could  affect  the
whole group.

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Chapter Two

kay, it was official. Gene hated being a go-go
boy. Not only was the oil they slathered on

him sticky and funny smelling, but the thong was
damn itchy. To make matters worse…and yes,
things could get worse…it was as if a sea of hands
and fingers were reaching out and groping at him.
While some had money in them, just as many
were empty and were trying to cop a free feel.

Gene wanted nothing more than to open the

cage door and run as fast as he could back to the
dressing  room.  But  Leon  was  sitting  there with  a
great big I-told-you-so look. There was no way in
hell  that  Gene  was  going  to  give  Leon  the
satisfaction  of  seeing  him  turn  tail  and  run  away
like some scared school girl.

So as hard as it was, Gene stayed in that damn

cage, kept a smile on his face, and kept on shaking
his moneymaker. At least he was making a lot in
tips.  He  had  a  lot  of  bills  stuffed  in  his  tight
sparkly  green  undies.  It  was  just  too  bad  that  he
had  to  be  felt  up  each  time  somebody  put  some

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money in there.

As the time went on, it got worse. Despite the

state  law  against  using  cigarettes  inside  a  public
building, the air was  soon  thick with smoke. The
smell mixed in with the scent of unwashed bodies,
stale  beer,  and  greasy  food.  Gene  felt  nauseous,
but he continued on.

Then one guy reached into the cage and

grabbed  him  by  the  ass,  holding  his  butt  cheek
and  squeezing  it  so  hard  there  were  sure  to  be
bruises  the  next  day.  Gene  let  out  a  yelp  of
surprise.

“Hey! Hands off the goods!”
“Oh, come on. You know you like it, you little

whore,” the man said as he gave Gene’s ass
another squeeze.

A loud growl filled the room, then Leon came

over and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt.
“I would suggest that you keep your hands off
him, or I’ll tear them off and shove them down
your throat.”

The man, who at first had looked like an

intimidating biker guy to Gene, now appeared  to
be a scared child. He put his hands up and said, “I
don’t  want  any  trouble  here.  I  didn’t  know  you
were  his  pimp.  How  much  do  you  want  for  a
couple of minutes of his time?”

Gene sucked in a breath as outrage filled him.

Did that asshole really think that he was some rent
boy or something? How dare he? Just because

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Gene was trying to make a damn living didn’t
give that asshole any right to judge him.

“Fuck off,” Gene said. “Nobody owns me, and I

don’t take money to do any sexual favors. So if
you want to get off, you’re going to have to go to
the bathroom and jerk yourself, ‘cause I ain’t
doing it for you.”

The door to the cage swung open, and before

Gene could say WTF, Leon pulled him out. He
carefully lowered Gene to the floor, and he then
turned on the biker who’d been feeling Gene up.

“If I were you, I’d disappear as fast as

possible,” Leon warned.

The biker gave a slight nod, his face so full of

terror that it looked as if he was two seconds from
pissing himself. He then spun on his heel and ran
into the crowd. Gene let out a groan.

“You know, he’s probably going to complain to

management. I’m going to lose my job on my first
day, and it’ll be all your fault,” Gene griped.

Leon narrowed his eyes. They were so full of

anger that Gene actually took a few steps away,
until he realized that Leon was still holding one of
his wrists and he wouldn’t be going very far.

“It doesn’t matter because you’re not working

here anymore. Go to the locker room and get your
clothes,  put  them  back  on,  then  come  back  out
here  to  me,  so  we  can  leave  this  place  and  never
come  back,”  Leon  said  in  that  calm  voice  of  his
that meant he really wasn’t calm at all, but ready

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to blow a gasket.

“This is the only job I could get. If I’m going to

live with the Parliament, it’s only right that I
contribute somehow. What else am I going to do?”
Gene asked.

Actually, a part of him was secretly glad Leon

had  told  him  he  was  quitting.  While  Gene
respected  and  gave  props  to  all  the  other  go-go
boys there, the job just wasn’t meant for him. Not
that  he  was  the  shy  type  or  anything.  He  just
wasn’t up to being touched all the time by strange
men.

“We’ll find you something to do. Now go and

do what I told you,” Leon ordered.

Gene didn’t need to be told a third time. He

turned around and scampered to the locker room.
When he arrived there, he was dismayed to find
that his boss, Veno, was already waiting for him.

The strange thing was that Veno looked just

like…well,  a  Veno.  His  thinning  brown  hair  was
almost non-existent on the top of his head, but he
tried to hide the fact by combing it over. The end
result  was  a  greasy-looking  mess.  His  boss  also
wore  a  polyester  suit  that  was  brown  and  about
three decades out of date. Even his loafers needed
to  retire.  If  Gene  had  just  bumped  into  Veno  on
the street,  he would have pegged him as either a
porn producer or a sleazy used car salesman.

“I just had a customer complain that you were

rude to him,” Veno said in a high-pitched nasally

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voice. “Now, I know that can’t be true.”

“He grabbed my ass twice and asked me how

much it would cost for a few minutes of my
private time,” Gene defended himself.

“Too bad. That comes with the business. Now

get your little butt out there and get back to work.
I’m not paying you to stand around and pout
because your wee little feelings were hurt.”

“I quit. There is no way in hell that I am ever

going to go back into that cage.”

Not only because Gene’s pride depended upon

it, but also because he’d already spent enough
time in a cage when he’d been held prisoner of
Stern, one of the biggest rulers of the Owl shifter
community.

“You can’t quit on me, you little piece of shit,”

Veno snarled.

“I think he just did,” Leon said.
Shocked, since Gene had never heard the other

Owl  enter  the  room,  he  spun  around  and  saw
Leon  looking  as  scary  as  ever.  He  had  his  arms
crossed  over  his  massive  chest,  his  biceps  nearly
ripping  through  the  sleeves  of  his  black  T-shirt.
His  legs  were  planted  shoulder-width  apart,  the
muscles  in  them  tense  as  if  he  were  ready  to
spring into action at any second. While Leon never
wore skinny jeans, the black ones he had on now
were like a second pair of skin on him, because he
was  all  pumped.  His  dark  eyes  were  glistening
with anger, and his black buzz-cut did nothing to

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hamper his bad-ass attitude.

Gene knew he should be intimidated. More so,

he  should  be  terrified,  even  though  the  anger
wasn’t  directed  his  way.  Leon  was  downright
terrifying  to  see  at  that  moment.  So  why  was  it
that  Gene  had  never  been  so  turned  on  in  his
entire life? In fact, he was so jacked up that if Veno
hadn’t  been  there,  Gene  would  have  probably
made a fool out of himself and tried to climb Leon
or something.

Gene watched as Veno looked Leon up and

down. When Veno went pale and the smell of fear
filled  the  room,  it  was  all  Gene  could  do  not  to
smile.  Veno  was  good  and  scared  of  Leon,  and
now  the  tables  had  turned  a  bit.  For  once,  Gene
didn’t mind Leon butting into his life.

Veno began to tremble. He held up his hands in

a placating manner. “Fine. If the job didn’t work
out for Gene, then he’s free to go. I’m sorry for any
misunderstanding.”

The club owner then turned heel and ran away

as  fast  as  he  could.  Gene  was  surprised  the  guy
didn’t  leave  a  vapor  trail  or  tread  marks  behind
him.  As  soon  as  Veno  was  gone,  Gene  let  out  a
sigh.  Now  it  was  time  to  face  Leon  and  have  to
listen to a bunch of I told you sos. God, Gene hated
that  Leon  was  always  right.  He  would  love  it  if
just  once  the  Barn  Owl  was  wrong.  Gene  would
love nothing more than to rub Leon’s face in it.

Gene looked at Leon. “Go ahead and just get it

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out now.”

Leon gave him a confused look. “Get what

out?”

“How I should have listened to you and never

taken  this  job  in  the  first  place.  How  I’m  too
impulsive and I could have really been hurt. That I
was  lucky  to  have  you  there  to  protect  me.  That
I’m always driving you crazy, and one day you’re
just  going  to  throttle  me  yourself  to  get  it  over
with,” Gene ticked off.

“It would seem to me that you have the lecture

pretty much memorized. You just choose to ignore
it.”

Gene sucked in a breath. “Yeah, I’ve never been

that good at following rules.”

“Which probably got you thrown out of your

childhood Parliament.”

“Actually, that wasn’t the first Parliament that I

was tossed out of,” Gene admitted.

“Come again?”
“I kind of bounced around from Parliament to

Parliament until I was eventually captured and
tossed into Stern’s prison. That’s where I met you
guys, and the rest is history.” Gene gave a shrug.

“Why did the other Parliaments throw you

out?”

There were so many reasons Gene could stand

there all day and list them. He wasn’t exactly the
best-behaved Owl out there. In fact, he’d been
called a brat, shithead, asshole, and even worse

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names on more than one occasion, which kind of
hurt. Gene was just trying to make people lighten
up a bit. Why did everybody always have to take
things so seriously?

“Some kicked me out when they found out I

was gay. Others just got sick of my mouth. In fact,
I’m waiting for you guys to throw me to the curb
any minute. This is the longest I’ve managed to
last at a Parliament,” Gene admitted.

“You’re not going anywhere soon, so don’t

worry about that. You’ve kind of grown on us, like
a fungus that won’t go away.”

Gene wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or

not, but since it meant that he was still welcome at
the  Parliament,  he  decided  to  keep  his  trap  shut
for  once  in  his  life.  Instead,  he  began  to  pull  the
wads of money out of his uniform so he could get
dressed.  Gene  was  beginning  to  feel  a  bit
awkward  talking  to  Leon  while  he  was  half-
dressed.

“Why did your childhood Parliament throw

you out?” Leon asked.

Gene paused as he worked that one over in his

mind. “You know what? I don’t remember
anything of my life before I was fifteen. Is that
weird?”

“Everything about you is weird. Now get

dressed. If we hurry, we can still make it back in
time for dinner.”

Since food was something Gene never took for

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granted, not after the five years of going hungry as
a prisoner, that made him move faster. He took off
the green briefs and tossed them to the side. Those
would stay at the club. If Gene never saw them
again, it would be too soon.

Not even aware of his nakedness, since he was

a  shifter,  Gene  grabbed  his  clothes,  then  pulled
them on. Once he had his shoes on, he glanced up
at Leon. Gene was perplexed when he noted that
Leon was giving him the strangest of looks. Had it
been on any  other man, Gene would  have said it
was  lust,  but  Gene  knew  there  was  a  snowball’s
chance  in  hell  of  that  being  true.  Gene  knew  the
only  emotion  he  ever  drew  from  Leon  was
annoyance.

After he’d gathered up his stuff, Gene said,

“I’m ready. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Gene’s only saving grace was that it was a short

walk back to their house. Neither one of them
exchanged a word the entire way. As they entered
the back entrance, they found their leader, Austin,
sitting at the kitchen table. His mate, Kayden, was
also there. They looked so lovey dovey it made
Gene jealous and want to puke at the same time.

Instead, Gene slammed down the money he’d

made that night on the table. Austin gave the bills
a look of shock, while Kayden just let out a sigh.

“What did you do this time, Gene?”
Gene opened his mouth in outrage. “Why does

everybody always have to think that I’m doing

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something wrong?”

“He was working as a go-go boy at the club

down the street,” Leon informed.

“Tattletale,” Gene accused.
Austin pinched the bridge of his nose. “What if

one of our enemies had spotted you working
there?”

“Then they’d have a lot of explaining to do as to

why they are in a gay club,” Gene shot back.

Ha! Let Austin chew on that one for a while. If

anyone was going to turn Gene in, they’d have to
admit that they were at the club, too. That was
something no sane Owl would do, because they’d
find themselves kicked out of their Parliament
faster than somebody could say look at the gay Owl.

“They could have just said they saw you

walking in or out of the club,” Austin said. “That
would have been enough.”

Damn! Why hadn’t Gene thought of that? There

he went fucking things up again. It never seemed
to end. Not matter how hard he tried to do right, it
ended up turning on him. When was he ever
going to get some damn common sense?

“I’m sorry,” Gene said. “I was just trying to

earn my keep here and make some money for our
Parliament. I know how low on funds we are right
now. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“We know you were,” Kayden said with a

small smile. “You just need to learn how to lay
low when you’re on the run like we are.”

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“At least I made a couple of hundred of bucks

for us,” Gene offered, hoping that would make
things a little better.

“Yeah, let’s just hope that no one saw you,”

Austin said.

Gene hung his head. He should have known

better. Once a loser, always a loser.

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Chapter Three

eon rubbed his hand over his head as he
watched Gene give a nod, then run off to the

bedroom. He couldn’t help but feel for the Owl.
While he might not have been smart about it, he
had the best intentions at heart.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on him,” Leon said.
“Why? Did you yell at him a bunch and tell him

how stupid his idea was?” Kayden asked.

Leon paused a moment. When Kayden put it

that way, it did kind of make Leon sound like one
great big jerk. He realized there were at least a
million different ways he could have handled the
situation, each of them a lot better than what he’d
done. Leon let his shoulders slump. Why was it he
couldn’t do things right whenever Gene was
involved?

“Yeah, I did,” Leon admitted in a defeated

voice.

“Oh, Leon,” Kayden sighed. “Why are you

always so rough on him?”

“I’m not any harder on him than anybody else.

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I’m the head of security, and it’s my job to make
sure that the Parliament is protected at all times.
What Gene was doing was putting us at risk, and I
had to put a stop to it,” Leon defended.

Kayden tilted his head to the side. “Are you

sure that’s the only reason?”

“It’s not your place to get involved, mate,”

Austin said as he sent Kayden a warning look.

“Well, if I don’t say anything to him, then who

will? If Leon keeps picking on poor Gene, then
Gene might leave us. We don’t want that, do we?
He’s part of our Parliament and a good friend of
mine. I would be very unhappy without him
here,” Kayden argued.

Now Leon knew he was in it for it. An unhappy

Kayden  made  for  an angry Austin,  and  an angry
Austin was never a good thing. While Leon didn’t
fear  very  many  Owls,  Austin  was  one  of  them.
He’d  seen  Austin  in  battle,  and  that  guy  could
pluck out another Owl’s eye in mid-flight, without
missing  a  beat.  In  short,  Austin  was  an  Owl  that
one wanted as an ally, not an enemy.

Sure enough, Austin turned to Leon. The leader

didn’t  look  one  bit  happy,  either.  His  eyes  were
stormy with anger, and his jaw was clenched. “Go
to  Gene  and  make  things  better.  I  want  this
rectified  before  dinner,  and  that  will  be  ready  in
one half of an hour. Do you hear me?”

Leon bowed his head. “Yes, sir.”
He then turned around and left the kitchen. He

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went to the bedroom, since that was the last place
he’d seen Gene heading. Leon would make sure
that Gene forgave him, even if he had to pick the
brat up and shake him until he agreed.

Leon walked in the room and found Gene

sitting  on  the  edge  of  the  mattress.  The  Owl  had
his  head  down  and  was  looking  at  the  tattered,
green carpeting. His bangs hid the rest of his face
from  view,  but  there  was  still  a  sadness  and
hopelessness  that  seemed  to  pour  off  of  Gene.  It
was so strong that it hit Leon like a punch to the
gut, and a wave of guilt washed over him because
he knew he’d played a big part in putting Gene in
this state.

“Gene,” Leon called.
Gene jumped so high that Leon wanted to kick

himself. He’d forgotten that Gene was easily
startled because of all he had gone through at the
prison. While Gene was closemouthed about it,
from what little that Leon heard, it wasn’t pretty.

“Sorry,” Leon said. “I just wanted to talk to you

for a minute.”

“Is this where you’re going to tell me that you

told me so? Because if it is, I already got the
picture. You, Austin and Kayden made it crystal
clear that I was an idiot tonight.” Gene sighed.

“No, that’s not why I’m here.”
Leon walked across the room, which was too

small to fit the three mattresses that they’d
crammed in there, so he could sit next to Gene.

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Once he was settled, Leon tried hard not to inhale
too deeply so he wouldn’t catch Gene’s scent.
Whenever Leon got the sweet, outdoorsy smell of
Gene in his nose, it never failed—Leon got as hard
as a rock. It was definitely not the time or place for
that.

“Then why did you walk across our great big

mansion to come and see me then?” Gene asked.

Leon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep

from laughing. Gene was always great with both
sarcasm and one-liners, all despite the fact that
they had gotten him in trouble on more than one
occasion.

“Don’t worry, I drove the golf cart here,” Leon

shot back.

Gene let out a small chuckle. “I can’t believe

that you of all people just told a joke.”

“I have my moments. You’d be surprised.”
Gene looked up from under his bangs, and

damn if he’d ever looked sexier. “Maybe I should
hang out with you more often. You may have all
kinds of surprises hidden under that tough-guy
exterior or yours.”

Actually, as annoying as Gene might be, Leon

couldn’t think of a better situation. He’d wanted to
have some alone time with the Owl, but it was so
hard with their whole Parliament being crammed
into  one  home.  If  he  took  Gene  on  some  of  his
security  details,  then  maybe  Leon  would  get  a
chance  to  know  the  real  Gene,  not  the  one  who

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was hidden under layers of snarkiness and
mystery.

“Actually, that sounds like a great idea to me,”

Leon said.

Gene pulled back and gave Leon the are-you-

out-of-your-frigging-gourd look. “You can’t be
serious. You can’t even stand me for five minutes,
let alone spend the day working with me.”

“It seems the only way I can keep you out of

trouble is if I keep my eye on you 24/7. The best
way to do that is to make you my personal
assistant.”

“But I don’t know the first thing about

security,” Gene argued. “Seriously, an army of
enemy Owls could come marching through our
yard, and I wouldn’t know what in the hell to do.”

“First of all, they’d be flying. Secondly, I would

train you on how to handle those situations.”

Leon hoped Gene would agree to this and that

he  wouldn’t  have  to  be  dragged  out  onto  the
jobsite.  While  Leon  knew  he  could  do  it,  he  just
didn’t  feel  like  listening  to  all  of  Gene’s  bitching
and complaints all the way there. It did get kind of
tiresome after a while.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Gene finally agreed, a huge

frown on his face. “But you’re going to regret it.”

“Why? Are you going to purposely do a bad

job?”

If that were the case, then Leon would make

sure to make things ten times harder on Gene.

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While he might be attracted to the menace, that
didn’t mean that Leon was going to treat him any
different than any of the other members of the
Parliament.

Gene shook his head. “No, I would never do a

bad job on purpose. Mostly, because I’ve seen you
pissed off, and I don’t want to be on your bad
side. The reason I said that is because I have the
tendency to fuck up anything I touch. I have been
that way all my life.”

Leon narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said

that you can’t remember your childhood. So how
can you be certain that it’s always been that way?”

“I don’t know. I just have a feeling, that’s all.

Otherwise, why would I have been cast out?”

“What makes you think you were cast out?”
“How else would I have ended up alone with

no family or friends? I always figured that it was
because I acted too gay or did something so bad
that they never wanted to see me again. Yet, I had
to have come from somewhere. I didn’t just
magically pop into this world,” Gene said.

“Did you ever stop to consider that maybe your

childhood  Parliament  was  attacked  and  you
somehow  survived?  That  maybe  the  whole
incident  was  so  traumatic  that  you  blocked  it
out?” Leon asked.

Gene let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I used to.

That was until the three other Parliaments tossed
me out. I’m just an unwanted loser. The longest

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I’ve  ever  stayed  in  one  place  was  when  I  was  in
that  damn  prison,  and  they  had  even  set  an
execution  date  for  me  because  they  were  sick  of
my ass. How sad does that make me?”

“You’re just unique, and I feel sorry for all the

other Owls who didn’t take the time to realize
that.”

Gene gave Leon a jaded look. “You’re just

saying that because you’re about to work my ass
off.”

“Did anybody ever tell you that you have the

lowest self-esteem of any Owl in history?” Leon
asked.

It was true, too. While Gene might be a

smartass, he also had that vibe of a puppy who’d
been kicked a few times too many and was
cowering in the corner. Only with Gene, his corner
was his shield of cockiness and a fake I-don’t-care-
what-you-think attitude.

“I don’t have low self-esteem. I just tell it like it

is,” Gene countered.

“You’ve been doing really well with us.

Everybody here likes you, and you’re fitting right
in.”

Leon was scrambling, and he knew it. He just

wanted to find a way to make Gene feel better
about himself. For some crazy reason, Leon didn’t
like to see Gene unhappy. In fact, Leon would do
just about anything to make the Long-Eared Owl
happy at that moment. He’d even be willing to try

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to pull off a cartwheel if he knew that was what it
took. However, it would be as hard as hell with all
the mattresses that were crammed in there. Plus,
Leon hadn’t attempted to do a cartwheel since he
was ten, but hey, how hard could it be? In the end,
Leon decided he’d go with the easier route and try
to reason with Gene. It would be a lot safer for
both of them.

“Gene, when are you going to get it that you’ve

finally found your permanent home? Even if you
do fuck up, Austin isn’t going to banish you. All of
us in the Parliament have messed up at one time
or another, but he has never sent us away, and
you want to know why?”

“Yes,” Gene said in a small voice.
“It’s because he was banished himself, so he

knows what it feels like to be out there alone in the
world.  He  would  never  do  that  to  another  Owl.
Sure,  he  may get  mad  at  us  and yell  or tell us  to
get  the  hell  out  of  the  room,  but  he’ll  never  turn
his back on us.”

“How can you be so sure that there won’t be a

first time when it comes to me?” Gene asked.

Leon gazed at Gene, and his eyes were filled

with  such  fear,  pain,  and  bleakness  that  Leon
knew  he  would  do  anything  to  make  it  all  go
away,  even  if  it  meant  that  he  had  to  give  up
everything he had in life.

“That’s never going to happen, but if for some

crazy reason it ever does, I’ll go with you,” Leon

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vowed.

Gene blinked a few times. “Why would you do

that? I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you. Far from it. In fact, I was

about to tear apart those men who were touching
you tonight.”

“Why? It was just part of my job. I went in there

fully expecting it.”

Leon let out a growl. “Because they were

touching something that belongs to me.”

There was a long awkward pause after Leon’s

announcement. Leon silently cursed himself for
letting that little nugget slip out. Gene, for his part,
suddenly became interested in playing with a tear
in his tennis shoe.

“I’d go with you, too,” Gene finally said.
“What?” Leon asked.
He was confused. This conversation had taken

so  many  curves  and  U-turns  he  didn’t  know
where  they  were  at  the  moment.  Having  a
conversation with Gene was almost like having a
talk with a  Jenga tower. Just when one thought  it
was going one way, it turned and went in a whole
different direction.

“If you were ever kicked out of the Parliament,

I would leave with you,” Gene stated calmly.

“Now, why would you go and do something as

stupid as that?”

Gene finally looked up from his shoe, his gaze

more intense and serious than Leon had ever seen

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it. “Because I wouldn’t want you to be alone,
either. I like you, and that would make me sad.”

Leon felt as if he had been hit with a ton of

bricks.  Nobody  had  ever  shown  such  a  caring
gesture  toward  him.  Sure,  his  fellow  Parliament
members  worried  about  his  well-being  and
watched  his  back  in  battles,  but  they  had  never
stated that they’d be willing to give up everything
in order to be with him. It was both humbling and
a  bit  touching,  and  damn  if  Leon  knew  how  to
handle  either  emotion.  He  just  wasn’t  used  to
feeling them.

“Well, that’s never going to happen, because

neither one of us is going anywhere,” Leon said,
his voice a bit gruff.

Damn Gene and damn him for making Leon’s

emotions  well  up.  That  was  something  Leon
thought  he’d  shut  off  years  ago.  Yet  Gene  was
somehow  managing  to  find  cracks  in  Leon’s
armor,  and  the  Owl  was  working  them  open.
Nobody, not even Austin, had been able to do that
before.

“Even so, it makes me feel better if we have a

backup plan,” Gene said.

Leon was still waiting for Gene to comment on

the you’re mine comment, but so far, the Owl had
acted  as  if  he’d  never  heard  it,  which  left  Leon
feeling all the more confused and concerned. What
if  Gene  didn’t  like  him  in  that  way?  Leon  had
thought  Gene  was  sending  out  all  the  right

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signals, but perhaps Leon had misread them.
Fuck! How he wished he had a rewind button so
he could take that comment back.

“Did you mean it?” Gene asked.
“Did I mean what?”
“That I belong to you.”
Oh, how Leon wanted to lie and say that it was

a  slip  of  the  tongue.  That  what  he’d  meant  was
that Gene belonged to the Parliament and he’d just
worded  it  wrong.  But  in  the  end,  Leon  realized
that  Gene  deserved  the  truth.  After  all  he’d  been
through,  it  was  the  least  that  Leon  could  do  for
Gene.

“Yeah, I meant it,” Leon admitted.
“Good, because that means that you belong to

me, too.”

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Chapter Four

he rest of the day consisted of Gene following
Leon around the small yard of their house.

While they might not spend much money on their
living quarters, they did spend a pretty penny on
their security systems. Leon was checking to make
sure the sensors buried under the ground of their
property  line  were  working.  He  also  looked  over
the motion detectors that were pointed at the sky.
They were set to go off if anything flew over them.
While  they  had  a  lot  of  false  alarms,  thanks  to
normal birds setting them off, the price was worth
it. Leon told Gene that those sensors had saved the
Parliament  more  than  once  when  they  were
attacked by Stern’s Owls.

The only bad thing was, whenever their

Parliament was found and they had to run for
their lives to the next safe house, that meant they
had to leave all the security equipment behind,
which meant that the Parliament took a huge hit in
the budget. It made Gene wish that he’d been able
to find a better job, one he’d been able to keep so

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he could contribute to the Parliament’s finances.

They were still adjusting the motion detectors

and it was getting dark outside when Gene asked,
“How is it that the Parliament is able to survive at
all? First, we have to pay rent on this place, and
the next safe house we’re going to. We need to
feed and clothe all of us, plus we have to pay for
all our computers, security, and other equipment.”

“When Austin’s father exiled him, he paid him

a  ton  of  money  to  never  show  his  face  again.
Personally, I think it was because the asshole was
afraid  Austin  was  going  to  challenge  him  for
leadership. From what I heard, there was no doubt
Austin  would  have  won.  Austin  has  been  using
the  money  to  make  things  stretch  as  far  as
possible. In between,  we try to get jobs to  add to
the cookie jar. Although, we do try to stick to jobs
that let us keep our clothes on.”

“Hey, it’s the only skill I have. So I figured why

not use it?” Gene said. “It’s not like I can walk into
a bank and get a teller position or something.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to worry about it

anymore. You’re my assistant now, remember?”

Yeah, right. Gene would believe that one when

pigs  started  to  fly  and  Stern  lost  ten  or  twenty
pounds.  He  wasn’t  a  fool.  He  knew  Leon  had
given him this gig just so he could keep Gene out
of  trouble.  It  was  nothing  more  than  glorified
babysitting,  with  Gene  as  the  baby.  All  that  was
missing was the diaper and pacifier.

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“Yeah, how could I forget that,” Gene replied

with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“Be good, or I’ll stake you down and make you

one of the motion detectors.”

“What would I do if I saw something coming?”
“Do what you do best. Start talking. You could

yell for help.”

Okay, that one stung a bit. Gene could be quiet.

For example, he never said a peep when he slept.
He’d asked around, and nobody yet had told him
that he talked in his sleep. So that was one third of
his life where he was quiet. Leon could suck it on
that one.

“Okay, we’re finished here. Let’s go inside with

the others,” Leon said.

That should have sounded fine to Gene. In fact,

he  should  have  been  exhilarated.  Yet  for  some
oddball  reason,  Gene  didn’t  want  to  give  up  his
alone  time  with  Leon,  which  showed  that  Gene
must  have  been  dropped  on  his  head  one  too
many  times  as  a  baby.  There  was  no  sane  reason
that  Gene  would  want  to  spend  more  time  with
somebody  who  always  grumbled  at  him  and
never  had  a  funny  word  to  say.  Gene  must  have
turned into a masochist or something. Next thing
he knew, he’d be asking for a flogging or two. Yet,
he had meant it earlier when he’d said that if Leon
left  the  Parliament  that  he’d  leave,  too,  because
Gene just couldn’t see a life without Leon in it.

They quietly made their way back to the house.

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While  it  was  getting  darker  outside,  Gene  could
still  see  perfectly,  thanks  to  his  enhanced  Owl
vision. That still didn’t stop him from stumbling a
time  or  two  on  the  uneven  ground.  They  didn’t
exactly  have  a  lush,  pristine  lawn.  Leon  on  the
other  hand,  didn’t  break  stride  once.  He  was  too
perfect to do that.

When they walked inside, they kicked off their

shoes and brushed the dirt off their bodies.
Everybody was already watching TV for the night.
Gene’s usual spot on the couch was left open. He
slid into it so he was sitting next to Kayden’s
brother, Kyle.

“How was your first day on the job?” Kyle

asked.

Gene looked over at the Elf Owl. “It went about

as expected. Leon didn’t talk to me except to bark
orders. It was hot and sticky out there, and I had
no clue what I was doing.”

Kyle gave a slow nod. “Sounds like a normal

first day on any job.”

“I wouldn’t know, since my only other job was

as a go-go dancer, and I got dragged out of there
by Leon.”

“If you never worked before, then how did you

survive before you met us?” Kyle asked.

“I mostly stole stuff and pawned it off.”
When Kyle’s mouth parted in shock, Gene

rolled his eyes and added, “I was on the run. It
wasn’t exactly like I could stay in one place for

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long.”

“What were you running from?”
Gene drew his brows together as he scratched

his head. “You know, I’m not for certain what it is.
I just know that there is something out there that
wants a piece of my ass. I thought it was Stern, but
since I’ve escaped him, the feeling still hasn’t gone
away.”

“You’re not thinking of taking off on us, are

you?” Kyle asked.

In truth, Gene had thought about leaving the

Parliament, just for their  safety. The last thing  he
wanted  was  for  them  to  get  hurt.  But  every  time
he’d  almost  worked  up  the  nerve  to  do  so,  he’d
taken  one  look  at  Leon  and  changed  his  mind,
which  made  Gene  feel  guilty  as  hell,  since  that
meant he was putting the others in danger because
of his own personal feelings. Worse, it made him
feel like a coward for taking refuge in a Parliament
without  telling  them  about  the  danger,  but  how
could  Gene  tell  them  what  the  danger  was  when
he  himself  didn’t  even  know  what  it  was?  He
knew that everybody already thought he was a bit
titched, but after that, they would for sure think he
was coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs.

“No, I’m not about to go anywhere. I’ve

decided that I find you guys tolerable enough to
put up with,” Gene drawled.

“I’m glad we could accommodate you,” Kyle

returned.

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“You should be. It’s not easy to please me.”
“I’ll bet the whole homeless with nowhere else to

turn had a play in it, too,” Kyle pointed out.

“There is that. Oh, and the fact that you rescued

me, and I knew that Stern’s goon squad would
soon be after me. I thought I may as well tag along
and run with you.”

“That must have been very convenient for

you.”

Gene nodded. “It was. I didn’t know the area at

all. If I had gone it alone, I would have been lost
before I knew it. Then who knows what could
have happened.”

“Just admit it. You love it here and you know

it,” Kyle said.

Darting a quick glance over at Leon, Gene

admitted, “Okay, I’ll fess up. This place has some
really big perks to it. Plus, you’re the first
Parliament that hasn’t shown me the door within
the first week of me being there.”

“Of course we wouldn’t. You’re one of us,”

Kyle told him.

“What? Gay?”
“That, but mostly it’s because you’re an outcast,

just like every one of us which makes you fit in
perfectly, whether you want to admit it or not.”

Gene thought about it for a few moments.

Would he want to be normal and fit in the mold
that the world wanted him to? It didn’t take Gene
long to come up with the answer—no. He liked

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being unique and himself, and he wouldn’t
change that for the world. He felt comfortable in
the skin that he was in, and for the first time in his
life, he realized that was okay.

“Thank you,” he said to Kyle.
Kyle smiled. “Trust me, there is nobody who

knows how it feels to be different more than an Elf
Owl.”

“I guess you have a point there,” Gene laughed.
Peter, who had been sitting on the floor, turned

around and glared at Gene. “Besides, if you had
been annoying us, I would have killed you in your
sleep a long time ago.”

A shiver went through Gene. Peter was a North

Hawk  Owl,  and  damned  dangerous  when  he
wanted  to  be.  While  Gene  knew  Peter  would
never  harm  him,  since  they  were  in  the  same
Parliament, just the thought of being on the wrong
side of the guy was terrifying.

The funny part was, Peter didn’t even look

dangerous.  Some  would  even  go  so  far  as  to  say
that he looked like a nerd. He had a mop of black
hair that he never could seem to control no matter
how hard he tried. He was tall and lanky, without
an  ounce  of  muscle  to  him.  He  usually  wore  all
black from his nails to every piece of clothing that
went on his body. Peter looked like he should be
reading  morose  books  and  complaining  about
how  bad  society  was  instead  of  hunting  down
enemy  Owls  and  offing  them.  Now  if  they  could

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only get him past all the security and guards that
Stern had in place so he could off that leader,
they’d be all set.

Rory came out with some of his special

popcorn. Gene perked right up. He didn’t know
what salt and spices that Barred Owl added to the
snack, but whatever it was made it taste superb.
Gene loved it, and it was one of his many favorite
foods that the Owl made.

“Thanks, Rory. This is fantastic,” Gene said.
“You’re only saying that because it wasn’t like

the bread we had in prison,” Kayden teased.

“That is true.”
Soon, they had eaten all the snacks, and Gene

grew tired. Gene stood up and stretched. “I don’t
know about you guys, but I’m going to bed. I
don’t know if any of you have heard, but my boss
is a real slave-driver.”

There were some good-natured chuckles before

Gene took off for the bedroom. He was so tired
that he just stripped down to his underwear. He
was about to climb into bed when he noticed that
Leon was standing in the doorway, and he had the
strangest look on his face.

Worried that he’d made Leon angry, Gene said,

“I was just kidding about the slave-driver thing. It
wasn’t too bad working with you today. There
were times when I actually had fun.”

Leon continued with the silent act, and Gene

was beginning to worry he’d really pissed off the

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other Owl. Then Leon crossed the room, grabbed
Gene by the waist and pulled him in close so their
bodies were flush together. Before Gene could
even ask what was going on, Leon brought their
lips together into a bruising, hot kiss.

Gene didn’t even try to fight it. Not when he’d

wanted  it  for  so  long  himself.  Instead,  he  put  his
hands  on  Leon’s  shoulders  and  kissed  him  back.
Leon  slipped  his  tongue  into  Gene’s  mouth  and
began to stroke and taste.

Gene told himself that this had to be a dream. It

couldn’t be real. There was no way that somebody
like Leon could possibly want him. Yet here they
were kissing. No, not just kissing, but making out.

It was so intense that Gene was hardly aware

Leon had reached down and put his hand inside
of Gene’s underwear. It wasn’t until he felt Leon’s
strong fingers around his cock that Gene knew
things were about to get really good.

Gene let out a gasp that was swallowed by

Leon’s mouth as Leon began to move his hand up
and  down.  Damn,  did  that  feel  good.  Not  only
because it had  been so long since Gene had been
with somebody, but that somebody was Leon, the
one  Owl  who  had  managed  to  grab  Gene’s
attention  like  no  other.  The  one  Gene  knew  he
would never forget, no matter how long he lived.
The one that Gene would give up everything for.

The kissing became more frantic as Leon began

to move his hand faster and faster. Oh damn it all,

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Gene  wished  this  could  go  on  all  night,  but  he
knew  they  had  to  rush  things.  Peter,  their
roommate, could come walking in at any moment,
and  there  would  be  no  explaining  away  the
current position Gene and Leon were in.

Gene’s orgasm came as a surprise. It hit him

hard and fast. Leon barely had time to muffle
Gene’s screams of pleasure as Gene’s cock let out
stream after stream of hot cum, all of it covering
Leon’s hand.

Once Gene had recovered his breath, Leon

brought his hand up. The cum was still lingering
on it. Leon took a lick of it, and after a moment of
hesitation, so did Gene. They were just finishing
cleaning up the mess when Peter walked in the
room.

Gene and Leon froze where they were. There

was no way they could deny or hide what they’d
been doing. Leon still had one arm wrapped
around Gene’s waist, for crap’s sake.

Peter’s eyes grew a bit wide, but then he gave a

shrug. “I wish I could say that I didn’t see this one
coming, but I knew it was going to happen pretty
much from day one.”

“You did? How?” Gene asked.
“It’s my job to observe things, and I’m damn

good at it.” Peter then crawled into bed, clothes
and all. He even left his boots on.

Gene felt a warm heat come over his face. Leon

gave him another tender kiss. “Don’t be ashamed

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of what we did. There was nothing wrong with it.
I’m going to wash up.”

Gene crawled into bed and listened as Leon

moved around in the bathroom. When Leon came
out, he didn’t go to his own mattress. Instead, he
climbed  into  Gene’s.  Gene  smiled  as  Leon
spooned  him.  No  words  were  exchanged  as  they
got  themselves  situated.  Wow,  Gene  could  really
get used to this if he wasn’t careful.

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Chapter Five

ive weeks later, Leon was walking around the
perimeter of the yard, checking to see if

anything was out of place. He’d already sent Gene
off to some nonsense task, because Leon really
needed some alone time.

He wasn’t mad at Gene or anything. It was just

that  Leon  was  frustrated.  He  was  frustrated
because they hadn’t seen any action in a long time,
and also from lack of sex. The first, Leon knew he
should  be  happy  about.  Each  time  they  were
attacked,  there  was  a  higher  chance  that  one  of
them  could  be  captured,  or  worse,  killed.  The
second was by far the worst. After that first night
when  Leon  had  slept  in  bed  with  Gene,  it  had
become a nightly habit.

Leon would have to lie there with Gene’s pert

ass pressed against Leon’s hard cock for the entire
night, and there was nothing they could do about
it. Not only did they have Peter in the room, but
right across the hall were Rory, Kyle, and Carter.
The doors were paper thin. So there was no way

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they wouldn’t know what Leon and Gene were up
to if they decided to get down and dirty.

Leon let out a sigh. He was pretty certain Gene

was his mate, but he wouldn’t know for sure until
they had sex and they both felt the bond take
place. However, they needed privacy for that, and
it didn’t look like it would be coming any time
soon.

Ah, what Leon would give to be able to run off

to the local hotel, but that was out of the question.
If the Parliament was attacked while they were
away, Austin would need every Owl he had to
fight. There was no time for sex vacations in their
life.

Something odd caught Leon’s attention and

snapped him out of his lustful thoughts. It was a
piece of worn green fabric that was clinging to a
nearby tree branch. Normally, Leon would have
just assumed that the wind had blown it there, but
the weather had been calm for the past few days.

Perplexed, Leon walked over and grabbed it.

He  brought  it  up  and  sniffed  it,  instantly
recognizing the scent. Now, why in the hell would
Praying  Mantises  be  hanging  around  their  digs?
Usually,  those  freaky-deaky  shifters  stuck  to
themselves and stayed well-hidden. The only time
they  ever came out was when they  were hunting
down somebody.

Leon balled his free hand into a fist. If they

were on the hunt, then it had to be somebody in

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the Parliament. The scent on the fabric was fresh
and strong, so it had been left recently. The only
question was, who could it be?

Gene! Only he could be the one. Leon had never

seen any Mantis activity before, and Gene claimed
to have no memory of his childhood. Could it be
that his family Parliament was wiped out by
Mantises, and that it was so horrifying that Gene
had blocked it all out?

Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!
Leon jerked his head up. What in the hell was

that?  During  his  life  as  a  shifter  and  during  his
stint as a Navy SEAL, he’d heard all kinds of crazy
things.  None  of  them  compared  to  that  sound.  It
sounded  like  a  rattle  snake  mixed  in  with  tree
branches hitting the window during a wind storm.

Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss!
Okay, now Leon was starting to get really

pissed. Somebody or something was fucking with
him, and that didn’t fly with him. The last shifter
who’d tried that had walked away with two black
eyes  and  a  bloody  nose.  The  only  one  who  got
away  with  playing  tricks  on  him  was  Gene,  and
that  was  only  because  Leon  was  head  over  heels
for the punk.

Leon pulled his gun out and pointed it in no

particular  area,  since  the  sound  seemed  to  be
coming  from  all  sides  of  him.  Usually,  in
situations  like  this,  he  got  an  adrenaline  rush.
Right  then,  all  he  felt  was  bone-chilling  fear.  It

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wasn’t for himself, though. It was for Gene. Leon
had sent him to check the motion detectors, and he
was  out  there  alone  and  helpless.  If  one  of  those
things  tried  to  get  ahold  of  Gene,  the  Owl  didn’t
stand  a  chance  of  fighting  back.  It  was  no  big
secret  that  Mantises  were  vicious.  That  was  why
they were so feared in the shifter community.

Leon desperately wanted to call out to Gene to

warn him of the threat or to tell him to get his ass
inside.  In  the  end,  Leon  kept  his  mouth  shut.  He
knew  that  yelling  out  Gene’s  name  could  very
well  be  signing  his  death  warrant.  Leon  even
considered shifting so he could fly above the yard
and find Gene that way. Something told him that
if he were to do that, he would be attacked on the
spot.

There was more than one Mantis close. Leon’s

survival skills told him he was surrounded, and
the odds were at least twenty-to-one but not in his
favor. A cold sweat broke out over his body as he
thought of how he was going to get out of this
situation without getting killed.

Finally, one of the Mantises showed itself. Leon

couldn’t tell if it was male or female. It wore long,
tattered robes that looked like they belonged more
on a homeless person than on the horrifying
creature. It was in its bug form, its long pinchers
bent at the elbow, but still lethal looking.

“Just give him to us, and we’ll go away,” the

creature said in a garbled voice that was nearly

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indecipherable.

“Give you who?” Leon asked as he pointed his

gun directly at the leader’s chest.

“Gene.”
“What do you want with him? Has he done

anything to insult your kind?”

“Him? Not personally, it’s more what his

family did to us.”

“Gene doesn’t even remember his birth family,

so why don’t you just go away and forget all
about him. Maybe then, I’ll let you live,” Leon
warned.

Three Owls swooped down from the air and

landed next to him. Leon was somewhat reassured
when he saw that they were Carter, Rory, and
Peter. Carter and Rory had expressions of disgust
on their faces, while Peter just gave the Mantis a
once-over.

“Damn, you look like you’ve been beaten with

the  ugly  stick  not  once,  but  twice,  Peter  said.
“Seriously,  dude,  haven’t  you  ever  heard  of
showering,  the  Gap,  or  The  Hair  Club  for  Men?
Trust me, all three would do wonders for you.”

The Mantis let out that Click! Click! Clack!

Clackity! Hiss! noise again. It didn’t appear to
affect Peter in any way. He just stared at the
Mantis.

“Are you done yet? Because, quite frankly,

you’re really beginning to bore me. When I get
bored, bad things start to happen, because I have

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to find things to occupy myself. That usually
involves

playing

with

sharp

things

and…surprise…I don’t faint at the sight of blood.”

There was a scream off in the distance. Leon

would have recognized it anywhere. It was Gene,
and he was in trouble. Leon wanted nothing more
than to run to him, but he was involved in his
standoff.

“Go to him. We’ll take care of this pack of

ugliness for you,” Carter said.

Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He turned

and  ran  in  the  direction  of  Gene’s  cries.  Some  of
the  Mantises  were  standing  in  his  way,  but
somehow  Leon  found  the  strength  to  push  them
aside and break through.

Even though their yard was the size of a

postage stamp, it seemed to take forever for Leon
to get there. In the meantime, he continued to hear
Gene screaming. If there was only some way that
he could reach out to his Owl, to tell Gene that he
was on his way and there was still hope. But that
wasn’t possible.

Leon wanted to knee himself in his own balls

for  sending  Gene  away.  If  he  hadn’t,  they  would
have  been  together  when  the  Mantises  arrived.
Now  they  were  separated,  and  who  knew  what
was happening to Gene.

Finally, Leon crested a small hill and got a

visual on Gene. He was on his back, a Mantis
pinning him down. While Gene was doing his best

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to fight back, he still had numerous cuts and
scratches on his arms, face, and hands.

Leon let out a roar. Charging forward, he

tackled the Mantis. They rolled off Gene, and soon
Leon was in one of the biggest fights of his life.
While the Mantis didn’t have much of a reach, its
pinchers were razor sharp and hurt like hell every
time they made contact.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leon could see that

Austin  was  engaged  in  his  own  battle  with  a
Mantis.  Leon  wondered  just  how  many  fuckers
there  were.  They  seemed  to  be  popping  up
everywhere.  The  worst  part  was  that  they  were
there  for  Gene,  and  Leon  had  no  frigging  clue
why.

Leon finally had enough of playing with the

Mantis  on  top  of  him.  He  whipped  out  his  gun,
pressed it against the side of the fugly thing’s head
and  fired.  It  wasn’t  the  nicest  way  to  kill
something—okay, it was gross as  hell—but it got
the job done.

The Mantis fell to the ground. Most of the

creature’s head was gone, and sad to say, that was
actually an improvement on its looks. Although,
with all the mess the fuckers were leaving behind,
there was no way that they would be getting their
deposit back on this rental.

Leon sprang to his feet and ran to Gene.

Touching Gene all over, looking for even more
injuries, Leon asked, “Are you okay?”

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“I’m fine. How are you?”
There was a loud pop as Austin finished off his

own Mantis. Going by the cursing noise coming
from the leader, the outcome of his death blow
had been just as messy as Leon’s.

“I just have a few scratches and bumps like you.

They told us that they are here for you. Do you
have any idea why?”

A look of shock passed over Gene’s face. “I

don’t know. I’ve never seen a Mantis before, let
alone done something to piss them off. So I have
no clue why they would be after me, of all people.
I’m just some scrub Owl.”

Leon was becoming more convinced that this

had  something  to  do  with  Gene’s  childhood.  But
to know for sure, they would have to catch one of
the  Mantises  alive  and  ask  him.  If  the  bastard
didn’t  want  to  answer,  well,  they’d  just  have  to
convince him to be a little more cooperative. Leon
would  do  just  about  anything  as  far  as  Gene’s
safety went.

Luckily, as always, Peter was one step ahead of

Leon.  The  group  came  over  to  them.  Like  Leon
and  Gene,  they  were  covered  with  scratches,  but
otherwise  looked  okay.  The  good  thing  was  that
Peter was dragging a survivor behind him. He had
the  Mantis  so  tightly  tied  up  that  not  even  an
Elephant shifter could have broken free.

Peter tossed the Mantis at Leon’s feet. “I

thought that you would want to question him and

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ask why he decided to attack us. Since you’re the
head of security and all.”

“It goes way further than that. He’s already told

me that he’s here for Gene,” Leon said.

Peter let out a low whistle. “Looks like Mr.

Ugly has a death wish. I wouldn’t want to be in
his shoes. That’s for sure. Just remember, a little
torture goes a long way. If you need my help, I’ll
gladly give it.”

“Thanks, that may be an offer I take you up

on,” Leon said. “But we’ll leave the questioning to
Austin, since he’s our leader.”

Now that the battle was over, Leon had a cooler

head  and  realized  that  per  Parliament  hierarchy,
Austin  should  talk  to  all  prisoners—even  if  Leon
wanted  to  pick  the  Mantis  up  and  slam  him
against the wall until he started to spill.

They dragged the prisoner into the house and

down into the basement, where they secured him
into a chair. The entire time, it kept making that
Click! Click! Clack! Clackity! Hiss! sound. Damn, if
Leon never heard that noise again, it would be too
soon. Especially since every time the creature let it
loose, Gene would go all pale and start to shiver.

There was no doubt in Leon’s mind that the

Mantis shifters played a huge part in Gene’s past.
They just had to figure out what it was. That way
Leon would know how to protect his mate and
make sure the bastards never got their filthy
hands on him.

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Austin walked in and motioned to Peter.

“Come down with me. I have a feeling I’m going
to need your help with this one.”

“What are you going to do?” Kayden asked in a

slightly high-pitched voice.

Austin gave his mate a determined look.

“Whatever it takes to make that thing tell us why
it was here. I know it may not be pretty, but the
safety of the Parliament depends on it.”

Kayden brought his hand to his mouth, but he

nodded.  A  heavy  silence  fell  over  the  group  as
Peter  and  Austin  went  down  the  stairs.  Leon
wrapped  his  arms  around  Gene  and  held  him.
Gene was trembling, so Leon ran his hand up and
down Gene’s back to comfort him, but it didn’t do
any good.

The time seemed to drag by. The silence was

punctuated  by  an  occasional  scream  from  the
prisoner.  Every  time,  Gene  would  flinch,  but
nobody  said  anything  about  it.  It  was  part of  the
war,  and  they  knew  it.  It  was  just  the  filthy,
disgusting part that nobody liked to talk about.

After what seemed like hours, Peter and Austin

came up the stairs. Peter had droplets of blood on
him, showing just how far they’d had to go to get
the  Mantis  to  be  cooperative  with  them.  Austin
appeared  stoic,  but  Leon  wasn’t  fooled  a  minute.
He  knew  that  whatever  the  two  had  just  done
bothered the hell out of him.

“Did you get any answers?” Leon asked.

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Austin gave a tired looking nod. “We got

plenty. Does the name Lychman mean anything to
you, Gene?”

Gene shook his head. “I’ve never heard of it in

my life.”

“Well, apparently they were some royal Owl

family  that  pissed  off  the  Praying  Mantis  shifter
community. How, I don’t know. But the Mantises
eradicated  the  whole  family,  or  so  they  thought.
Later on, they found that there was one survivor, a
fifteen-year  old  boy  named  Gene.  They’ve  been
hunting him down ever since.”

“You can’t be trying to tell me that I’m part of

some royal family. Do I look like a fucking prince
to you?” Gene sputtered.

“No, but you are,” Peter said. “And there are

more of them coming. They aren’t going to stop
until you’re dead.”

Leon took in a deep breath. Oh, hell no. There

was no way they were going to get their hands on
Gene.  They  would  have  to  get  through  him  first,
and  that  wasn’t  about  to  happen.  Those  fuckers
might  as  well  call  off  their  mission  right  now.
There was no way they would ever succeed.

Gene looked down at the ground for several

minutes before he lifted his head. “I’ll just have to
leave you guys. There’s no other choice. You’re
already on the run from Stern’s men. You don’t
need this added worry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Peter snarled.

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“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere,” Kayden

added.

“They’re both right. You’re part of this

Parliament,  and  we  take  care  of  each  other,”
Austin  added.  “If  you  think  we’re  going  to  let  a
few bugs scare us, then you’re sadly mistaken. We
stick  together  and  watch  each  other’s  back,  no
matter what.”

“But I don’t want to make things harder on

you.” Gene argued.

“You’re staying, and that’s final. In fact,

consider it an order from your leader,” Austin said
in a stern voice.

“I don’t understand why you would do this for

me,” Gene said.

“Because you’re one of us, and we don’t turn

away one of our own,” Leon said as he gave Gene
a hug.

Never before had Leon been prouder of his

Parliament.

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Chapter Six

or the first time in his life, Gene was at a loss
for words. To be fair to him, he’d just had a

lot  thrown  at  him.  It  wasn’t  every  day  that
somebody  found  out  that  he  came  from  a  royal
family…which was all dead… that he was a prince
being hunted by some frigging ugly monsters, yet
his  Parliament  was  still  determined  to  keep  him.
To  say  that  it  was  a  head  spinner  would  be  an
understatement.

“We need to leave for the next safe house. This

one has been compromised,” Austin said.
“Everybody start packing up.”

“I’m sorry, guys,” Gene said in a dull voice.
Carter patted him on the cheek. “Don’t worry

about it. This is old hat for us. It’s no big deal.”

Leon let go of Gene and then grabbed his hand.

“Come on, babe. We need to pack up.”

Since it had become a normal thing for Gene,

too,  in  the  brief  time  that  he’d  come  to  live  with
the  Parliament,  he  quickly  packed  up  his  things.
Once  they  were  all  finished,  they  met  up  in  the

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kitchen. Gene reached out and grabbed Kayden’s
bag. Since he was an Elf Owl, there was no way he
could carry his own pack once shifted. Plus, since
he and his brother flew so slowly, they were
carried by other Owls.

“What about the Mantis that is still in the

basement?” Gene asked.

Peter gave him a feral smile. “Don’t worry

about it. There aren’t enough pieces of it left to
salvage.”

Gene let out a small shiver. Peter was one crazy

Owl. Gene was willing to bet Peter had enjoyed
every moment of the interrogation.

They all stripped down and stuffed their

clothes into their  bags. Gene made a point  not to
look  at  Leon.  The  last  thing  he  needed  was  to
spring an erection in front of the rest of the guys.
Though  he  was  pretty  sure  they  were  already
aware that he and Leon were a couple, that didn’t
mean Gene had to announce it with a boner.

Since it was dark outside, and they lived in a

particularly secluded area, it was easy for them to
slip out of the house and shift into their Owl form.
They flew through most of the night. It was tiring,
especially since Gene was carrying two packs, but
Leon was at his side, and that gave him the
strength to go on.

Just as the sun was beginning to rise, Austin

swooped down toward their new home. It didn’t
look much different than any of their others had. It

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was  a  single-story  ranch  with  an  old  roof  that
should  have  been  repaired  years  ago,  a  tired-
looking fence surrounded the yard, and siding so
faded  it  was  hard  to  tell  what  the  original  color
had  been.  But  Gene  had  never  been  so  happy  to
see  a  house  in  his  life.  To  him,  it  was  home,  and
that was all that mattered.

They all landed by the back door and quickly

got  dressed.  Even  though  they  looked  worn  out,
Gene  knew  none  of  them  would  be  getting  any
bed  rest  until  they  had  the  house  secure  and  set
up. After all, in their lives, safety came first.

“I’ll start breakfast for everybody,” Rory said.
“Kyle and I will get the computers up and

running,” Kayden said.

“Gene and I will start on security,” Leon said.
Leon picked up a big box that had already been

set  in  the  corner  of  the  garage  with  the  new
security  equipment  in  it.  Gene  let  out  a  sigh.  It
looked like a lot of work, but he knew it had to be
done.  So  he  dutifully  followed  Leon  out  to  the
yard.

They worked in relative silence for several

hours. Gene knew what needed to be done, so he
didn’t need Leon’s guidance. Gene’s back was
aching, and the scratches on his arms were
stinging from his sweat dripping over them. It was
nearly excruciating, but he carried on, determined
to do a good job for the Parliament. After all they
had done for him, it was the least he could do for

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them.

Finally, the work was done. Gene stood up,

working out a kink in his back as he surveyed the
work. He couldn’t see anything that Leon could
complain about. Even so, he still tensed up with
anticipation when Leon came up behind him.

“How does it look?” Gene asked.
“Perfect,” Leon replied before he began to rain

kisses down the side of Gene’s neck.

“You probably don’t want to do that. I’ve been

working all day, and I’m pretty stinky.” Oh, but it
felt so good. Gene tilted his head to the side and
let out a soft moan. God, if they didn’t find some
privacy so they could fuck soon, Gene was going
to bust. He wanted Leon so bad.

“Look behind you,” Leon suggested.
Gene did and saw a small creek just a few yards

behind the fence. It looked so cool and inviting
that the water was practically begged them to
jump in.

“Do you want to go for a swim?” Leon

suggested.

Gene was already taking off his top. They both

ran  to  the  fence  and  hopped  over  it  before  they
finished stripping. Only this time, Gene let himself
take in his fill of Leon. Damn, but Gene had to be
the  luckiest  Owl  in  the  world.  Leon  was  all
muscles, ridges and dips, and all of it was there for
Gene’s  enjoyment.  Gene  licked  his  lips  in
anticipation.

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“Please, tell me we’re going to fuck,” Gene said.
“Sure, but not in the water. We’ll end up

drowning each other. But the grass here looks nice
and soft, and nobody from the house will be able
to see us.”

Gene was so happy to hear that he almost

jumped  up  and  down  in  excitement.  Instead,  he
turned and ran into the water. It was cold as hell,
but  it  felt  good to get  the  grime  off  his  body.  He
even  dove  under  the  water,  not  caring  that  it
would  destroy  the  careful  way  he  usually  styled
his hair. After all, Leon had already seen him with
bed-head plenty of times.

As Gene surfaced, Leon wrapped his arms

around him and they started to kiss. Gene
wrapped his legs around Leon’s waist so their
cocks were pressed together. Although it was a bit
harder to create friction in the water, Gene did his
damnedest.

Leon suddenly pulled Gene back by the hair of

his head. “Oh, no. You don’t get to get off until
I’m inside you. This is just to clean up a bit, that’s
all.”

They made out a few more minutes, until Gene

couldn’t take it anymore. He had waited as long as
he could. He wanted Leon, and he wanted him
now.

“I think I’m clean now,” Gene proclaimed.
“Oh, really? Well, then we’ll just have to get out

and figure a way to get warm now, won’t we?”

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Gene nodded, and Leon grabbed him by the

hand  and  practically  dragged  him  out  of  the
water.  Once  they  reached  the  grass,  Leon  laid
Gene  down  on  his  back  and  began  to  kiss  him
again.

Just when Gene was about to say he’d had it

with the kissing stuff, Leon sat up and grabbed his
jeans, then pulled out a small packet of lube. Gene
couldn’t help but smile. Leave it to Leon to be
prepared.

Leon ripped open the pack and squirted out the

lube on his fingers. Leon then took one of Gene’s
legs and hooked it over his shoulder. It left Gene
out there and exposed, but Gene didn’t feel a
moment’s shame. He was with Leon, and that was
all that mattered.

Gene let out a slight gasp when he felt a cold,

slicked  finger  thrust  into  his  hole.  It  was
welcomed,  though.  Finally,  he  was  getting  what
he  wanted  for  so  long—Leon.  The  moment  was
here. It wasn’t one of the many dreams Gene had.
It was real—Leon really wanted him.

Leon worked the finger in and out for several

moments  before  he  added  a  second  one.  Gene
groaned,  loving  the  feeling  of  being  filled  a  bit
more.  It  still  wasn’t  enough  for  him.  Nothing
would be good enough until he had Leon’s cock.

When Leon added a third finger, Gene felt a

thrill of excitement. That could only mean one
thing—soon they would be fucking. Then Leon

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twisted his wrist and touched Gene’s sweet spot,
and he forgot about everything else.

“Oh, sweet Margret, that fucking feels good,”

Gene yelled.

“Do you want me to do it again?” Leon asked

with a wicked smile.

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”
So Leon did it again…and again…and again.

He did it so many times that Gene was a mess and
fighting as hard as he could not to come. Yet he
didn’t once ask Leon to stop. He would have been
a fool to.

Leon pulled out his fingers, leaving Gene

feeling empty and wanting. That was, until he felt
the blunt tip of Leon’s cock pushing at his ass.
Leon only hesitated a moment before he thrust
inside.

Gene cried out. It was everything he wanted

and then some. Leon’s dick felt so good inside
him. He gazed up at Leon and lavished in the pure
bliss on his lover’s face. Gene couldn’t help but
feel a heady thrill in knowing that he was the one
who had put it on there.

Then Leon began to move. It was a steady

rhythm, both fast and hard yet not punishing.
Gene reveled in each motion, touch and sensation.
It was everything he’d hoped it would be and so
much more. It was as if he was finding a piece of
himself that had been missing all his life, and he
was now complete.

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Gene could feel his orgasm coming. He fisted

his hands into the grass, dirt getting embedded
into his nails. He lasted exactly two more thrusts
before he cried out and shot off, covering both his
and Leon’s stomachs with cum.

A few pumps later, Leon came, too. Gene could

feel  the  hot  wash  of  semen  filling  his  ass.  At  the
same  time,  it  felt  as  if  he  were  splintering  into  a
million  pieces  and  his  soul,  his  mind,  his  body
were  melding  with  Leon’s.  That  they  were
becoming  bonded  in  a  way  that  could  never  be
broken.

Mate!
There could be no other way to explain it. Gene

had never felt this way when he’d been with
somebody before. Leon was his mate. While Gene
had strongly suspected as much, now he had the
proof, and there was no going back. He and Leon
were forever going to be a pair.

“I knew it,” Leon whispered in Gene’s ear. Leon

pulled out, let Gene’s leg slide down, then rolled
to the side.

Gene rolled over to his side so he could look at

Leon. “You thought that we might be mates, yet
you still made love to me knowing that you’d be
stuck with me for the rest of your life?”

“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you,” Leon said.
Gene gasped as a lump grew in his throat. As

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far  as  he  could  remember,  nobody  had  ever  said
that  to  him  before.  All  they  had  done  was  curse
him  out,  shout  words  of  hate  and  kick  him
around. Never before had Gene ever dreamed that
somebody would actually care about him.

“I love you, too,” Gene said.
“Well, that’s a good thing, because we’re stuck

together for life,” Leon said.

Gene smiled. He couldn’t think of a better

thing.  Even  though  they  had  Stern  and  now  a
bunch  of  Mantises  tracking  them  down,  Gene
didn’t  give  a  damn.  Because  none  of  it  mattered,
so long as he had Leon by his side.

About the Author

Stephani  Hecht  is  a  happily  married  mother  of
two.  Born  and  raised  in  Michigan,  she  loves  all
things  about  the  state,  from  the  frigid  winters  to
the  Detroit  Red  Wings  hockey  team.  Go  Wings!
You  can  usually  find  her  snuggled  up  to  her
laptop, creating her next book.

Contact her at:

Email Address: stephani@stephanihecht.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/StephaniHecht
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