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Ellig came to Club SoulFinder after his friend Darwin found his mate. If Darwin could find a rare dark elf, surely Ellig could find a partner. Ellig liked to dominate his partner but the whole whips and chains scene didn’t appeal to him. For Ellig taking control was more important than props. Unfortunately he couldn’t find a submissive who shared his viewpoint.
Two men with matching tastes will have to overcome their personal biases in order to accept that maybe they’ve met the mate of their dreams even if he didn’t come in the expected package.
Gage approached the door, then froze. On the outside, it resembled every other door in the hall of Club SoulFinder. Inside lurked the mate of his dreams, if the matchmakers were to be believed. Using his cat senses, Gage sniffed at the ruby red wood. A faint smell of cleaning supplies and paint tickled his nose, but he couldn’t smell anything beyond the door.
Gage had the best nose in his family. Sadly, he’d never see them again. He couldn’t go back there—ever.
Ruthlessly, Gage shoved down his despair. Now wasn’t the time to become melancholy about his family’s inability to accept his sexual orientation. It wasn’t like he chose who he found attractive, and he bet if he hadn’t turned down the leader’s daughter, no one would’ve given a crap.
Still, some mistakes couldn’t be taken back, and he’d rip out his claws before he accepted a woman as his life partner. Deep down, he knew the perfect man for him existed somewhere in the world. The fates might mock him with his current situation, but he wasn’t going to let it ruin his life.
Swallowing the mountain-sized knot in his throat, Gage slid his key in the lock and opened the door.
Ellig watched the door with bated breath. He didn’t want to be there, but after Brin told him this was where he met the love of his life, what choice did he have? He’d never seen the captain of the guard so happy. Darwin might not be to Ellig’s taste, but there was no denying the two of them were blissfully in love. He wanted that for himself. If Brin could find a dark elf for a partner, surely Ellig could find someone who met his special needs. Because despite all the romance stories, it wasn’t so easy to find a strong man who liked to be tied down and overpowered.
The men Ellig kept running into were either assholes or in denial about their needs. He wanted neither. Was it too much to ask to have a big muscular man who liked the occasional spanking?
A noise at the door caused Ellig’s heart to speed up.
This was it!
The man who walked through the door was like an itemized list of Ellig’s most desired qualities in a man. Easily six foot four with bulging muscles and a strong, manly face, Ellig’s potential mate filled the doorway where he paused to look uncertainly around the darkened room. Ellig realized after a moment that his visitor didn’t know he was there. His dream man hadn’t looked toward the corner Ellig stood in.
“Come inside and join me,” Ellig said after clearing his throat. He caught a flash of gold in the newcomer’s eyes as they glowed faintly in the dim lighting.
The color always gave them away. No other species had metallic eyes.
In that moment, Ellig felt like prey, certain that the man coming inside could see him better than he could see the stranger.
Ellig enjoyed the shifter’s smooth movements, another part of having an animal spirit. They were all graceful and sexy; too bad most of them were alphas. From the size of the man before him, Ellig’s dream of an alluring submissive for a partner was going to remain just that—a dream.
Stepping forward, Ellig held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Ellig.”
His hand was taken in the firm, but careful grip of a man who knew his own strength, but didn’t feel the need to prove it to everyone else. “I’m Gage.”
The sound of Gage’s deep voice sent shivers up and down Ellig’s spine, even as his hopes of finding a submissive mate slipped through his fingers like water in a cupped hand.
Still holding Ellig’s hand, Gage stepped closer. Leaning down, he sniffed his way up Ellig’s neck, pleased when the other man shivered. He’d been worried his attraction might be one-sided.
The impossibly beautiful man standing before him had at least one fae parent. Ellig had the golden, elegant beauty of his race. There was also no mistaking that divine scent of flowers and musk coming off Ellig’s skin.
Unfortunately, there was no way this sleek man, who was at least a foot shorter than Gage, would be the dominant Gage sought.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Gage said. He held back a sigh. At a club, this man would’ve been the type Gage admired while he was waiting for a stronger man to take him home. Gage released Ellig’s hand then stepped back.
“What kind of shifter are you?” Ellig asked.
“Cat,” Gage responded. It was habit more than deception that prevented him from telling Ellig what type of cat he was. It didn’t matter since they weren’t exactly going to be planning a future together.
“Nice.” Ellig ran a finger down Gage’s arm. “I’m partial to kitties.”
“As long as you’re not partial to pussies, we won’t have any problems.”
Ellig’s laugh was bright and beautiful like the man himself.
Gage almost jumped when Ellig went onto his tiptoes and placed a kiss on his mouth.
Oh, so good.
The contrast of honey and heat slid across Gage’s tongue as he leaned into the embrace, eager for more. Just as Gage pushed deeper into the kiss, Ellig broke away.
“Are you purring?” he asked with a smile.
Gage looked down. “Um, sorry about that.” What could he say? Cats purred when something felt good.
“Don’t be sorry, that’s very hot. I’ve never made another man purr.”
Gage smirked. “Maybe you’ve been dating the wrong men?” Gage couldn’t resist sliding his fingers beneath Ellig’s shirt and stroking the smooth skin underneath. His cat knew the pleasure of being petted. A craving for physical contact rode Gage hard. It had been too long since his last skin-to-skin connection. Ellig’s eyes fluttered shut, and Gage felt a flash of pride from pleasing the other man.
Whoa, why was he flirting? Gage knew this wasn’t going anywhere, but he couldn’t regret his actions when Ellig opened his eyes and gave Gage a brilliant smile.
“Maybe I have,” he agreed.
Gage didn’t know how it happened. One minute, they were having a conversation, the next second, Ellig was yanking Gage’s shirt over his head.