Enamorando a Elliott Out Tomorrow

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Elliott veía la gran puerta de metal con la cabeza de un lobo en la aldaba y casi vacila. No había ningún letrero en la puerta, ni siquiera en las oscuras ventanas que indicara que ahí había un club nocturno, solo una gran puerta de metal. La falta de una línea fuera lo hizo estar extremadamente nervioso. Él casi corre.

Casi.

Pero Anthony le había pedido que viniera, más bien ordenado. No podía decirle no a Anthony. No conocía a nadie que pudiera. Había algo en ese hombre que hacía que quisieras verlo feliz, que le dieras lo que te pidiera.

Sin importar cuán ridículo fuera.

Como el usar unos pantalones de piel y una camisa de malla color cobre. Infiernos, incluso las botas fueron por petición de Anthony. No había nada tan vergonzoso como que tu nuevo jefe te llevara de compras y entonces te demandara acudir al bar… club… lo que fuera.

Él ni siquiera estaba seguro de si era legal lo que Anthony había hecho. Claro que no sería él quien lo mencionara.

Conocía a la pareja del hombre.

Tentativamente tomó la aldaba de lobo y tocó varias veces.

Inmediatamente, la puerta fue abierta por un alto y fuerte hombre con el cabello negro y unos enormes hombros. Lindos ojos verdes que lo miraban de arriba a abajo. –¿Sí?

Los nervios hicieron que Elliott moviera la cabeza hacia adelante y atrás más como un espasmo que como un movimiento voluntario. –A- Anthony me invitó.

–¿Nombre?

–Elliott Samuels.

Esos ojos verdes lo examinaban con intensidad.

–¿Samuels? –Sabía lo que el tipo se preguntaba, pero él no tenía una manada. Él nunca había tenido una manada.

–Soy medio lobo. No tengo manada. –Él no se avergonzaba sin importar cuánto lo taladrara con la mirada.

–¿Puedes cambiar?

Elliott no sabía por qué importaba eso pero asintió. –Cambio independientemente de la luna.

Algunos lobos no podían. No podían cambiar o cambiaban involuntariamente bajo la luna llena.

–Excelente. –El hombre le dio una sonrisa que podía solo considerarse de lobo.

Elliott tenía la extraña sensación de que él era la presa.

El hombre sacó su radio de un clip en sus jeans de cadera baja. Elliott parpadeó de lo bajo que realmente eran esos jeans. Podía jurar que casi podía ver el vello púbico del hombre.

–Necesito un reemplazo. –La voz del guardia era baja y se deslizaba placenteramente a través del cuerpo de Elliot igual a un sonoro afrodisíaco.

Maldición, él estaba bueno. Elliott deseó que su cuerpo no se pusiera duro. Los pantalones de piel no dejaban nada a la imaginación. Eran tan bajos como los jeans del caliente guardia, pero se ajustaban perfectamente dejándole saber a todo el mundo que no llevaba ropa interior. Anthony dijo que eso marcaría líneas poco atractivas.

Estaba considerando su actual empleo.

–Vamos. –Una chillante voz femenina en la radio del guardia atrapó la atención de Elliot.

El hermoso lobo vio a Elliot y lo fijó con esos impactantes ojos verdes.

–Solo será un momento. –Le dio una pícara sonrisa–. ¿Te gusta lo que ves?

Elliott tragó saliva. –Lo siento, no quise quedarme mirando. –Podía sentir sus mejillas arder por la vergüenza, uno de los problemas de tener la piel pálida. Su madre siempre dijo que era la herencia de su bisabuela irlandesa, pero dado que la mujer murió antes de que él naciera el único recuerdo que tenía para apoyar esa teoría eran viejas fotografías.

El guardia se rió. –Si no quisiera que la gente me mirara no usaría estos jeans tan bajos. Soy Parker. — Le ofreció una de sus enormes manos que Elliott tomó cautelosamente. Estaba sorprendido de la suavidad con que se la estrechó. El gran hombre era obviamente cuidadoso con su gran fuerza.

–Estoy aquí. –Una linda mujer que era incluso más pequeña que el metro setenta y cinco de Elliot llegaba por las escaleras. Ella vio a Elliott y le dio una gran sonrisa–. Soy Shara, ¿quién eres?

–Él es Elliott –dijo Parker bloqueando a Elliott con su gran cuerpo antes de que ella pudiera ofrecerle la mano–. Anthony lo invitó.

–Hmm. ¿Necesita una escolta personal para llegar con Anthony? –Sus ojos eran azules brillantes y destellaban con picardía.

–Solo dame quince minutos –gruñó. Girándose a Elliot le dijo–, ven conmigo.

Elliott se resistió a cualquier inteligente respuesta que le llegaba y el hombre de cabello negro guió el camino con su firme y redondo trasero. Aunque eso no evitó que lo mirara.

Parker miró hacia atrás al lindo lobo de cabello castaño-rojizo y se mordió un gruñido. Buscó en su cabeza por algún fabuloso regalo a la pareja del alfa. El hombre tendría una gran recompensa por traerle a su pareja. A menos que su intención fuera llevar a Elliot a alguien más, entonces ellos tendrían algunas palabras.

Unas no muy placenteras.

Desafortunadamente, si incluso pudiera atacar a Anthony, el hombre le freiría el trasero antes de que pudiera dar el primer golpe. Algunas veces era una desventaja tener a un no-lobo como pareja del alfa.

Mirando hacia atrás al lindo, lindo hombre, decidió que algunas veces era una gran ventaja. Elliott era pequeño para los estándares de lobo probablemente por su sangre de medio lobo. Pero el hombre tenía un hermoso cabello castaño-rojizo, cortado en tentadoras capas y unos ojos azul claro como el cielo en un perfecto día de verano. El cuerpo del hombre era delgado y compacto con un abdomen de lavadero que se veía extremadamente sexy a través de su ajustada camisa.

Parker se concentró en sus pasos mientras bajaba las escaleras, no fuera a caerse de culo. No daría buena impresión si se caía de las escaleras mientras trataba de impresionar a su pareja con su gracia.

Deslizó la tarjeta en la base de las escaleras y abrió la puerta.

–Hay mucha seguridad aquí –dijo Elliott

Parker se encogió de hombros. –No es solo un club, también es nuestro hogar. Bueno, para la mayoría de la manada. Yo tengo una casa que heredé de mi madre.

–¿Qué acerca de tu padre?

–Murió cuando yo era joven, mis padres no eran pareja. –El resto de su familia no valía su tiempo.

El ritmo de la música les llegó cuando atravesaron la puerta. Parker revisó el cuarto donde había una gran concentración de gente. Ahí era en donde sabía que se encontraría Anthony. Arriba en el segundo nivel entre la multitud vio el cabello oscuro de su alfa.

–Vamos. –Parker envolvió su brazo alrededor del pequeño hombre para protegerlo de los empujones de la multitud.

–Parker, ¿qué tienes ahí? –Mikel, uno de los vampiros locales saludó con un brillo en los ojos mientras tomaba a Elliott de su traje.

Parker colocó al pequeño lobo más cerca y mostró sus dientes. –Él es amigo de Anthony. Lo llevo con él.

Mikel le dio una maliciosa sonrisa, mostrando un poco de sus colmillos. –Sé lo ocupado que estás, yo lo llevaré con Anthony así puedes regresar al trabajo.

Un bajo gruñido salió del pecho de Parker.

Él se sobresaltó de su ira, acarició el abdomen de Elliott, tranquilizando su ira.

–Puedo ver a Anthony desde aquí –dijo Elliott–. Estoy seguro que puedo ir solo.

–Elliott. –La voz de Anthony atravesó la multitud. Parker imaginó que debió de haber sido mágicamente trasmitida porque se pudo oír al hombre a pesar del ruido de la multitud.

Elliott se giró y saludó a la pareja del alfa.

–Nos vemos después, Mikel –dijo y se alejó del vampiro.

Elliott no pudo evitar sonreír cuando vio la rubia cabeza de Anthony. Ser llamado por Anthony era como ser reconocido por el chico más popular de la escuela. Algo que nunca le había sucedido en la vida real. Siendo educado en casa por su sobreprotectora madre lo preparó poco para el mundo real. Decir que la universidad fue un shock era decir poco.

Siguiendo a Parker, el par se dirigió hacia donde se encontraba Anthony. Había un brillo en el rubio que siempre hacia que Elliot estuviera feliz cuando estaba cerca de él. Como contable de Anthony trató de mantener esa atracción para sí mismo sabiendo que no tendría ni una oportunidad, pero aún tenía un rubor de excitación cada vez que veía al hombre.

Dejó que Parker lo empujara entre la concurrencia.

Tony se puso de pie cuando la pareja se aproximó. Le dio a Elliot un gran abrazo. –Me alegra que estés aquí.

Parker resistió la urgencia de gruñir, Silver, la pareja de Anthony estaba suficientemente enojado por ambos.

–Silver, él es Elliott el nuevo contable que contraté.

Silver asintió pero no le ofreció la mano. Elliott inclinó su cuello ligeramente ofreciendo respeto pero no sumisión dado que técnicamente no era miembro de la manada Moon. Era solo un empleado y solamente de Anthony. El rumor era que ellos tenían a otro chico llevando los libros de la manada.

–Saludos, Alfa.

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Sinclair Alverston sat at the bar, nursing his scotch. Hot, sweaty bodies covered the dance floor, but his heart wasn’t in the show. Watching the same men primp and preen to each other like a group of rutting peacocks each weekend was getting on his last damn nerve.

At thirty-two years of age, Sinclair was sick of one-night stands and ready to settle down with that one special man. However, as many times as he went out every weekend, he’d never found “the one”.

Despite the horrific things he’d seen in his work as a mercenary, Sinclair knew, deep in his bones, that one day he would meet his soul mate. His best friend and business partner, Patrick, thought he was certifiably insane–not a new accusation–but that didn’t stop him from optimistically checking out every man he met, gay or straight, short or tall. He didn’t know how his soul mate would come packaged, but he knew some day he would meet the perfect man to fill the holes in his life, the parts so empty that some days he thought he could feel an arctic breeze rushing through his soul.

Depression dug at him with dull claws as Sinclair took another drink of scotch. His reflection in the bar mirror caught his eye. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy with his dark hair and eyes. Sure his face was all rough angles, but a lot of guys liked that badass look. A rock hard body added to his appeal, carved to perfection by a strict training and exercise regimen. The t-shirt he wore advertised his muscles to anyone interested in looking.

Why couldn’t he find a man worth keeping?

“Hello, Sinclair,” a soft voice spoke beside him. “Long time, no fucking.”

Sinclair turned to see a red-haired man sliding onto the stool beside him. He’d played with the guy before. His name was Nate, or Ned, or something. He gave the man a speculative look, trying to decide if it was better to cut his losses for the night and settle for Mr Get-Me-Off-Now or wait and see if there were better prospects. His mother always said “you don’t find Mr Right at a skanky bar”. Of course she said this to his sister, but the same rules applied.

He’d almost decided to take the man up on his offer when a stir in the crowd grabbed his attention. A slim blond walked through a group of dancers, and Sinclair felt his heart flip in his chest. Although he usually went for men in the six-foot and taller range, there was something sweet and vulnerable about the beautiful man who would only be six feet tall if he stood on a footstool and wore shoes with really thick soles. What he wore instead were black leather boots, a matching black leather jacket, and a pair of jeans so tight Sinclair discovered a new religion and was ready to worship at its denim-clad altar.

As he watched, the fascinating creature approached the bar and settled several stools down from Sinclair. Trying to be unobtrusive, he watched the new object of his obsession talk to the bartender. A moment later a cold bottle of water was passed over and money exchanged hands. The man moved with an unconscious grace, and Sinclair would’ve happily paid money to see the man dance. The blond’s sleek, lightly-muscled body and smooth unblemished skin made Sin want to make marks of his own… with his teeth.

“No, thank you,” he said absently to the redhead still waiting for a reply.

The other man followed Sinclair’s gaze. “If you’re holding out for Callum, you’re wasting your time,” he said bitterly.

Sinclair tore his gaze away from the gorgeous blond. “Why? Is he already taken?”

“No. He’s just picky.”

“Excellent. So am I.”

He waved a hand, shooing the other man away. He didn’t have time for jealous twinks, and having the other man near might deter the blond god of his dreams. As if he could feel Sinclair’s stare, Callum looked up and locked eyes with him.

Sinclair gave the man a cool nod. He wanted to look interested, not desperate, despite the fact his cock was banging at his zipper and begging to come out and play.

For the first time in a long while, Sinclair felt the thrill of the hunt as the slim blond trailed his fingers across his bottle of water. He could almost feel the debate going through Callum’s head on whether or not to approach Sinclair. Deciding a little encouragement might be needed, Sinclair crooked his finger at the little blond. There was no way he was going to let this one get away over a little miscommunication. Although he couldn’t see the color of Callum’s eyes, Sinclair could feel the heat of the man’s stare.

After several moments of looking, Callum smiled and, like a slinky cat, sauntered toward him.

Halfway to Sinclair, the man’s eye color came into focus.

Sea-green.

The man who’d caught his eye and, even rarer, his imagination, had brilliant green-blue eyes, an eye color Sinclair had never seen before. Fascinated, he watched the blond approach.

* * * *

Callum’s heart beat with thundering speed. The sexiest man in the room was looking at Callum like he had an aching sweet tooth and Callum was made entirely out of candy. Keeping his steps slow and languorous, he approached the gorgeous stranger while trying to remember all the tips about walking sexy an ex-stripper once taught him.

Judging from the heat in the other man’s eyes, he was doing everything right.

“Good evening,” the handsome man said when Callum reached him.

Callum took a sip of his water to wet his suddenly dry throat. “Good evening.”

The man stood up, and Callum took a surprised step back. Sitting, the man had looked big; standing, he was fucking enormous.

Callum’s modest five foot nine frame barely came to the man’s shoulder.

“I’m Sinclair Alverston,” the dark-haired man said, holding out his hand. “But everyone calls me Sin.”

Callum took a deep breath before shaking Sin’s hand. The large man had a predatory gaze that would make a tiger feel like prey. A tingle went through Callum at the skin-to-skin contact.

Yum.

“Callum Turner,” he said, trying to keep the excited tremor out of his voice. Sin was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long while, and if the heat of their handshake was any indication, this man would be more than willing to follow him home.

Sin used their joined hands to yank him closer. Leaning over, he spoke directly into Callum’s ear. “You are exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

Callum swallowed the moisture suddenly flooding his mouth. Now he knew how it felt to be struck by lightning. Sexual energy arced between them, racing back and forth between their clasped hands. It took all of Callum’s self-control to resist the urge to drop to his knees and worship the sexy god who’d chosen him for the evening. “People call you Sin?”

“All the time,” the big man purred. “Want to come home with me and I can show you how I live up to the name?”

Callum shook his head. It might be a deal breaker, but his rule was firm. “I don’t go home with strange guys. You can come to my house, but I don’t go to strangers’ homes. I had a bad experience once.”

He suppressed a shudder. The memory still brought up nightmares when he got too tired.

Sin nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll leave that until we know each other better. Do you want to be with me tonight or not?”

There it was out on the table. Did he really want this dark-haired stud wearing leather pants and a tight t-shirt that showed off his massive arms and muscular chest?

Shivers of need went through his body.

Hell yeah, he wanted him!

Callum gave a shaky nod, grabbed Sinclair’s wrist, and headed for the door, pulling the big man behind him. Before he’d gone more than a few steps, he was jolted to a stop. Callum turned his head as Sin pried Callum’s grip off his wrist with a pointed look. Shit, he’d just met the man, and already he’d ruined it. To his surprise, instead of leaving, Sin wrapped an arm around Callum’s shoulders. “Take it easy, honey. I don’t like to be dragged.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Callum felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. All his manners had gone out the window at the thought of getting his mouth and hands on the gorgeous man beside him.

“Don’t be sorry,” Sin said, wrapping an arm around Callum and tucking him beneath his shoulder. “I like that you’re so eager, but there’s no hurry. We’ve got all night.”

“I’ll try to take it slow,” Callum agreed automatically. He wouldn’t really. The quicker he dragged this guy to his condo the better.

Blog Story – Dio – Part #9

Varick paced back and forth across Dio’s floor. Dio’s bedroom oozed luxury from his big velvet bedspread to his thickly piled carpet. Varick would rather be in a barren room with a cot if it included the vampire-demon. The little demons kept rushing into Dio’s room, hopping around, and nervously nibbling their tails when Varick explains what happened to their master.

“Master will return,” one blue naked demon after another assures him.

“When!” Varick can feel his teeth sharpen as the wolf inside tries to come out and bite the stupid creatures. Not one of them can tell Varick where Dio went and none of them are reassuring when he tries to pin them down.

The urge to shift and hunt the demons to burn off his frustration is huge.

Worry gnaws at him like a hungry beast as he paces.

How long would Dio be gone? Should he leave and return when Dio comes back? The thought of abandoning Dio’s house and having the man return to Varick’s absence didn’t feel right. In the short time he’d come to know Dio he’d grown fond of the beautiful man.

Varick let out a shout when Dio appeared out of nowhere and slammed onto the floor. Blood spurted from Dio’s face like a fountain. Panicked, Varick shouted for help.

A half dozen little demons poured into the room and hopped around Dio’s body biting their tails and jabbering all together.

Varick resisted the urge to drop kick the little bastards.

“Help him!” he growled.

Dio lay so still Varick worried there might be injuries he couldn’t see. Using his werewolf sense of smell he could only make out blood. A sudden gasp had the crowd of demons jumping back from Dio who sat up. The gaping wound slowly sealed before Varick’s eyes.

Varick fell to his knees beside Dio. When one of the demons stepped forward, Varick tossed the little creature over his shoulder ignoring the loud smack of the creature hitting the wall.

Dio’s eyes locked with Varick.

“Are you okay?” Varick asked. His fingers twitched with the need to touch the other man.

Flames flickered in the depths of Dio’s eyes as his check continued to heal.

“I’ll survive at least one more day.”

Before Varick could comment on that strange statement, Dio grabbed Varick by his shirt and yanked him closer.

The kiss burned Varick to his toes. If he hadn’t known Dio had demon blood before he would’ve from the heat coming from Dio’s body. No human put out that much heat.

“Where did you go?” Varick asked, pulling away slightly.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Before Varick could demand an answer Dio jumped at him.

“Oomph.” Dio’s wide smile soothed Varick’s wolf who didn’t appreciate being on the bottom.

“Gotcha!”

“Yes, you do,” Varick agreed.

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When the sea god’s only son is told his fated mate is the marine biologist of his extremely wet dreams, Reef is beyond thrilled. Unfortunately, becoming human is harder than he thought, and if he doesn’t get the Arian Prince to acknowledge their blossoming love, he could become nothing but sea foam.

In this next story of the Cob Brothers, Swan Prince meets the Little Merman, and the stakes have never been higher as the battle over Aria continues to spill over to Earth.

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Excerpt:

Fisher Cob sat on a log of driftwood and looked out over the sea. The waves crashed against the boulders, sending up bright sprays of water into the sky. Oceans called to him, they always had. Something about the movement of the waves, the smell of salty wetness and the feeling of utter peace the ocean gave him banished his homesickness.

As much as he loved the kingdom of Aria, he was going to miss Earth when he went home. Last time they’d talked, his brother Landon had said they were heading back to Aria soon. Although he would return when his brother, the future king, demanded, Fisher had mixed feelings about going home. The man he’d been dating on and off for the past three months wasn’t permanent mate material, Fisher knew that. Nonetheless, Jimmy had been entertaining. Fisher would miss the freedom to date whoever he wanted without the entire court watching. At least on Earth, he knew men dated him because they liked him, not due to his royal status.

Fisher wasn’t looking for something permanent, unlike Landon, who had the entire kingdom on his shoulders. Fisher just wanted to have a good time. Luckily, his relationship with Jimmy was winding down. He could tell by the fidgety way their dates had gone lately that his semi-boyfriend was looking for greener pastures. Since Jimmy’s disappointment in their relationship aligned neatly with Fisher going back to Aria, he didn’t really have any motivation to try and fix it. A bit selfish of him, he knew, but Fisher didn’t like confrontation. Another reason he enjoyed being second in line for the throne instead of first. He didn’t have the skills necessary to run an entire kingdom. No, he was content with being second and following his brother’s lead in life.

A shiver pimpled his skin, making him realize that, with the sun going down, he should’ve brought a jacket. Shaking his head at his lack of preparation, Fisher stood up and skipped a stone across the water. His eyes followed the stone until he heard a loud, “Ouch.”

“What the hell?” Squinting his eyes, Fisher tried to make out anything among the waves. Was someone swimming out there? He couldn’t see a soul, and the sunlight from the setting sun reflected brilliantly across the water and prevented any good visibility. “Hello,” he shouted.

No response.

Huh.

If he hadn’t imagined the voice, the person must be all right. After all, if he’d knocked them unconscious with that little rock, they wouldn’t have been able to yell.

“Hey, Fisher.” Jimmy’s voice reached him over the sound of the waves.

He spun around in surprise. “Jimmy, what are you doing here?”

Jimmy gave him a bashful smile. “I wanted to have dinner together. I knew this is your favorite spot when you have time to yourself. I thought I’d take a chance and swing by.”

Fisher’s stomach growled. Looking up into Jimmy’s friendly green eyes, he smiled. “Sure, that would be great.”

He knew Jimmy didn’t harbor any deep feelings for him. There was too much laid-back surfer boy in Jimmy to obsess about anyone. They might not have a hot romance, but there was nothing wrong with friends with benefits as Earth people called it. He went to the tips of his toes and let Jimmy tug him closer.

“Mmm,” he moaned against Jimmy’s mouth.

Jimmy wrapped his hands around Fisher’s hips and pulled him tight in an unexpected show of passion. Fisher tried to ease back. They were out in public, and Earth people didn’t show affection between men as openly as they did in Aria.

“What the hell!” Jimmy let Fisher go as a wave washed over the men, breaking them apart. “But it’s low tide,” Jimmy exclaimed as the water swirled around his calves.

Fisher laughed as their pants became soaked to the skin.

Ominous dark clouds rolled across the water. Fisher frowned. “Let’s get out of this weird weather.”

Arms looped through each other’s, they made their way across the sand and out of the tumultuous sea.

Jimmy laughed. “That was freaky.”

Fisher nodded, but he couldn’t help looking back. If they were in Aria, he would’ve suspected magic, but everyone knew that just didn’t happen on Earth.

 

Blog Story

Blog story will be super duper late today maybe into tomorrow. I’ve got to wrap up a manuscript, visit a school for my son and do some edits. *Sigh*

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Blurb:

Cob Brothers Series, Book Two

When the sea god’s only son is told his fated mate is the marine biologist of his extremely wet dreams, Reef is beyond thrilled. Unfortunately, becoming human is harder than he thought, and if he doesn’t get the Arian Prince to acknowledge their blossoming love, he could become nothing but sea foam.
In this next story of the Cob Brothers, Swan Prince meets the Little Merman, and the stakes have never been higher as the battle over Aria continues to spill over to Earth.

Excerpt:

Fisher Cob sat on a log of driftwood and looked out over the sea. The waves crashed against the boulders, sending up bright sprays of water into the sky. Oceans called to him, they always had. Something about the movement of the waves, the smell of salty wetness and the feeling of utter peace the ocean gave him banished his homesickness.

As much as he loved the kingdom of Aria, he was going to miss Earth when he went home. Last time they’d talked, his brother Landon had said they were heading back to Aria soon. Although he would return when his brother, the future king, demanded, Fisher had mixed feelings about going home. The man he’d been dating on and off for the past three months wasn’t permanent mate material, Fisher knew that. Nonetheless, Jimmy had been entertaining. Fisher would miss the freedom to date whoever he wanted without the entire court watching. At least on Earth, he knew men dated him because they liked him, not due to his royal status.

Fisher wasn’t looking for something permanent, unlike Landon, who had the entire kingdom on his shoulders. Fisher just wanted to have a good time. Luckily, his relationship with Jimmy was winding down. He could tell by the fidgety way their dates had gone lately that his semi-boyfriend was looking for greener pastures. Since Jimmy’s disappointment in their relationship aligned neatly with Fisher going back to Aria, he didn’t really have any motivation to try and fix it. A bit selfish of him, he knew, but Fisher didn’t like confrontation. Another reason he enjoyed being second in line for the throne instead of first. He didn’t have the skills necessary to run an entire kingdom. No, he was content with being second and following his brother’s lead in life.

A shiver pimpled his skin, making him realize that, with the sun going down, he should’ve brought a jacket. Shaking his head at his lack of preparation, Fisher stood up and skipped a stone across the water. His eyes followed the stone until he heard a loud, “Ouch.”

“What the hell?” Squinting his eyes, Fisher tried to make out anything among the waves. Was someone swimming out there? He couldn’t see a soul, and the sunlight from the setting sun reflected brilliantly across the water and prevented any good visibility. “Hello,” he shouted.

No response.

Huh.

If he hadn’t imagined the voice, the person must be all right. After all, if he’d knocked them unconscious with that little rock, they wouldn’t have been able to yell.

“Hey, Fisher.” Jimmy’s voice reached him over the sound of the waves.

He spun around in surprise. “Jimmy, what are you doing here?”

Jimmy gave him a bashful smile. “I wanted to have dinner together. I knew this is your favorite spot when you have time to yourself. I thought I’d take a chance and swing by.”

Fisher’s stomach growled. Looking up into Jimmy’s friendly green eyes, he smiled. “Sure, that would be great.”

He knew Jimmy didn’t harbor any deep feelings for him. There was too much laid-back surfer boy in Jimmy to obsess about anyone. They might not have a hot romance, but there was nothing wrong with friends with benefits as Earth people called it. He went to the tips of his toes and let Jimmy tug him closer.

“Mmm,” he moaned against Jimmy’s mouth.

Jimmy wrapped his hands around Fisher’s hips and pulled him tight in an unexpected show of passion. Fisher tried to ease back. They were out in public, and Earth people didn’t show affection between men as openly as they did in Aria.

“What the hell!” Jimmy let Fisher go as a wave washed over the men, breaking them apart. “But it’s low tide,” Jimmy exclaimed as the water swirled around his calves.

Fisher laughed as their pants became soaked to the skin.

Ominous dark clouds rolled across the water. Fisher frowned. “Let’s get out of this weird weather.”

Arms looped through each other’s, they made their way across the sand and out of the tumultuous sea.

Jimmy laughed. “That was freaky.”

Fisher nodded, but he couldn’t help looking back. If they were in Aria, he would’ve suspected magic, but everyone knew that just didn’t happen on Earth.

 

Blog Story – Dio – Part #8

Dio glanced back. “Is there a problem?”

Varick flashed him a fang. “If you don’t get upstairs fast I’ll really give your little demons something watch.”

Dio shook his head. “I doubt you could do anything they haven’t seen before.”

He shrieked when Varick grabbed Dio by the waist and threw him over one brawny shoulder. “They won’t see you again like that.”

Dio laughed, sheer release rushing through him. Although he knew he would never be able to be free at least this bond would be better than his last. He doubted the werewolf had a torture chamber or the fires of hell at his disposal.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Second door on the right,” he said quickly as Varick threatened to drop him.

Dio laughed right up to the point where his bedroom door swung open.

He heard Varick curse as heat blasted his back and a tsunami of wind ripped him away from the werewolf. Dio screamed as heat consumed him.

“Nooo!”

Falling in a vortex of wind and flames, tears streamed down Dio’s face as disappointment tore at him like a gaping, open wound bleeding out his pain.

The stone floor scraped his skin raw and slammed the breath out of his body.

“Ahh, there you are my sweet boy.” He held back his whimper, barely.

Blinking until he could hold back tears, Dio lifted his head to face his greatest fear. “Hello Mother.”

The red-skinned demon sat on her throne tapping her long black claws. Smiling, she exposed long sharp teeth and looked at him with what anyone else would’ve seen as affection. Dio knew better.

She saw him as a tool, something to bend and shape to her needs. Not a living, breathing creature and certainly not a person worthy of affection.

“I hear you’re playing with the dogs.” She sneered.

Dio kept his temper in check. Rolling off his back and onto his knees, luckily his pants protected him from most of the sharp rock shards. “I am only doing what you requested mother.” His mind raced for a way to get out of there. His mother’s intelligence rivaled the devil’s.

A quick look from beneath his lashes revealed no one in the room except the two of them.

Excellent, she obviously planned to keep their work a secret. “You wanted me to open the portal between here and earth. The gate is in the middle of werewolf lands. If I persuade the werewolf alpha to let me be allowed on pack land then I can open it much easier. If they see me as an enemy they will kill me first and ask questions later.”

Dio kept his gaze down afraid to meet his mother’s. If she thought she saw deception she’d kill him and find someone else to take his place.

The silence, with only the tapping of claws, continued for several minutes while the icy sensation of cold terror traveled up Dio’s spine.

“Clever boy. Very clever. Finally using your beauty to your get your way. I knew you time with the demon lord would teach you.”

Dio barely held back the bile as memories of his time with the high ranking demon tried to worm their way into his mind. “Thank you mother.”

“Keep me updated on your progress. I’ll send you back to continue your persuasion. I’m sure you can use me for sympathy. Good luck my dear and get me that portal open. Oh and here to make you more believable.” Dio screamed as his mother slashed his face with her claws. Hot blood dripped down his cheek as she laughed. “Enjoy, my dear.”

Hot wind surrounded him as another vortex took him away.

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