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“I’m going... but I want a double whipped chocolate mocha with my lunch, and donuts with sprinkles, and because I’m going out, you’d better not let me down with my order.”
Damont Freeman, extinct shifter type, and owner of Ice Data Security was happy behind his computer screens. He didn't understand people and preferred to stay away from them. So when he gets convinced to attend a professional appointment in town he goes... with misgivings. Walking in on something no one should be doing in an office, Damont runs for it... if only he could run from his feelings just as easily.
Rebel Jackson, shark shifter and business owner, might have been late for his appointment but that didn't mean he was going to let the coder run from him. The man smelled too good to let him get away. However, chasing him down wasn't as easy as just running after him.
Damont could run real fast, and even when caught manages to wiggle out of Rebel's clutches. But the shark is on a mission and that means Catching Damont.
The Quirk of Fates series is a compilation of stories where the only common theme is the unusual way Fated Mates cross each other's path. The Shorts editions of these stories, like Saving Moses and Catching Damont, are meant to be a quick and pleasant interludes to be enjoyed during your lunch break or when you want to wind down in the evening. Low angst, HEA guaranteed.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
“Hey, there’s no need to be like that. I need to explain…”
“I said let go of me.” Scanning everything in front of him, Damont spotted a man in uniform coming out of the shop they were in front of. Thank the Fates. “Officer! Officer! Help! I’m being abducted. This man won’t let go of me.”
Damont gave the officer credit. The man didn’t hesitate to come closer, although his eyes widened, probably recognizing who had Damont in his clutches. “I have to ask you to let go of the man you’re holding, sir.” Polite. Firm. Damont approved.
But Mr. Jackson clearly wasn’t used to being told to be nice with his toys. “Officer, there’s no need for you to intervene. This is a domestic situation…”
READ MORE“Nope. No. No. No it’s not.” Damont wiggled again, but his would-be abductor was hellishly strong. “We don’t have a domestic situation. I’ve barely even met this guy. Officer, the man was feeding his dick to a co-worker, or someone, who knows, but he was doing it in his office when we had a professional appointment. I don’t want him holding on to me.”
“Sir.” The officer straightened his spine even further and looked up at Damont’s captor. “I have to insist you put this gentleman down.”
“If I do, he’ll run away again.” Maybe Mr. Jackson thought he was being reasonable, but Damont didn’t think so. “If you could just give us five minutes, I promise I don’t mean the man any harm.”
“See, he doesn’t even know my name. How can it be a domestic situation if he doesn’t know my name?” Swinging his leg hard, his knee protesting at the unusual angle, Damont managed to get his boot to connect to the back of his captor’s knee. The shark stumbled, his hold on Damont loosening and that was all Damont needed. Wriggling like a worm on a hot pavement, he got out of the arm hold, and took off running the moment his feet hit the footpath. Please let that officer stall him, he prayed to whoever would listen. Just until I have a chance to get away.
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