(Alpha and Omega 1)
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As he got closer, Marly could see that his mate actually was asleep and in the half light of the hallway, Marly used his wolf’s eyes to pick out the features of his potential Alpha. In sleep, the man looked a lot more relaxed, with high cheekbones accentuated by the man’s short hair, a straight nose, and thin but perfectly formed red lips. The man was huge, there was no discounting that, but Marly was fascinated by the tattoos that appeared to cover his whole arms, before disappearing under the man’s wife beater. Nipping an idle thought of licking every one of the lines on those tattoos firmly in the bud, Marly approached quietly and laid his hand on the man’s shoulder.READ MORE
“Hey,” he said softly. “You can’t go sleeping in my doorway. You’ll catch a chill.” Damn, could he be any more of a dweeb? Wolf shifters never caught chills. But Marly couldn’t deny he felt a twinge of concern for the big shifter and he wondered how long the man had been waiting for him to come home. It wasn’t as though he’d had a good night. He could have been home a lot earlier, but he couldn’t face the thought of his empty bed. Not with his Alpha dominating his thoughts. The Alpha wolf who didn’t want him, he reminded himself firmly.
Trent opened his eyes slowly, and he looked Marly up and down so thoroughly Marly wanted to run away and hide. Instead he stood up as tall as he could, and faced the man’s gaze. He didn’t think he looked too bad. Okay, he might have been making a statement with his tight black jeans, equally tight black muscle shirt and his black boots with their shiny silver buckles that Marly just adored. He had been going for a “don’t fuck with me vibe,” but from the attention he had been getting that evening, it was more likely he’d been sending a “fuck me now” message instead. Enough men had offered to do just that.
“All you’re missing is a leather jacket,” the big man said, as he peeled himself up off the floor. Fuck. Marly had forgotten how tall the man was and for some reason he couldn’t stop his eyes taking in every delicious inch of what was clearly a muscled body. Taut thighs, trim waist, huge shoulders and chest, and a package that Marly would happily worship for days if the bulge in the man’s jeans was any true indication of the shifter’s cock size. The t-shirt he had been wearing the previous day hadn’t been lying – Marly loved a big cock and he knew shifters were never small in that department.
“Are you going to let me in?”
Marly looked up and saw a smirk on the handsome man’s face. Maybe he had been looking a little longer than he should have – but who could blame him? The man at his door was a gourmet body banquet worth appreciating and a damn sight better than anything else Marly had seen that night. Or any night for that matter.
“Do you have a name?” He said instead, trying to cover the fact he had been blatantly checking his mate out and settling for social niceties instead. His mother had raised him to have some manners after all.
“Trent Beaumont,” the big man said, holding out his hand. Marly shook it, almost gasping out loud at the sheer voltage of electricity that ran up his arm from the touch. Crap, this mating bond was powerful stuff and Marly wasn’t sure how long he could go without climbing the man’s delicious body and begging to be fucked.
“Marly Miles,” he managed to say as he fumbled for his keys. Damn his skin tight jeans for not making things easier, especially when his crotch was tightening around his growing cock at an alarming rate. If he wasn’t careful his blood supply to that important region would be cut off completely.
Cupping Marly’s tight buttocks, he swiftly stood up, not so easy when your legs are crossed he noted, and strode over to the bedroom, trying to contain his mate who was rubbing his crotch across Trent’s abs with enthusiasm. When he got them into the room, he set Marly on his feet, and looked at him with lust in his eyes.
“Good clothes?” He asked flicking out a couple of claws.
“All my clothes are good,” Marly snapped, as he hurriedly wriggled out of a bright blue top and tight jeans. When his little mate was naked, Trent moved forward again, unable to resist running his hands over Marly’s smooth skin.
“I’ll have to buy you some,” he said, and then bit off a groan as Marly’s fast little fingers had gotten Trent’s jeans undone and his cock out, before he’d even noticed.
“Just so you can rip them off?” Marly seemed surprised and Trent was going to tease him about it, but then Marly opened his mouth, and Trent’s cock was engulfed in his mate’s heat, and…yep, his brain went on the fritz.
Damn his mate was good at that. Soft tongue, just the right amount of suction, and enough tiny bite of teeth to give Trent the zing he loved. All too soon, Trent could feel his orgasm building and he carefully pulled his cock out of Marly’s willing mouth, much to his mate’s apparent disgust.
“What’s the matter,” Marly asked, and Trent thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful as those puffed wet lips. “Can’t get it up again? Too old to do it twice?”
With a growl, Trent twisted his fingers through Marly’s hair and pulled the man back onto his cock, thrusting hard. Marly took it all, bobbing his head, his eye’s gleaming in the half light and watching Trent intently. Then suddenly Marly swallowed, and with the head of Trent’s cock lodged firmly in his mate’s throat, Trent let out a roar, coming hard.
Marly didn’t let up, pulling back just enough so that he could use his tongue, and his suction to keep Trent hard. Trent stared down, entranced. He’d enjoyed many men at his feet in the past, before he joined the Epitaphs, and even a couple afterwards, but he’d never seen anything so wickedly decadent as his mate on his knees with his cock wedged between those red lips.COLLAPSE
JustMe on amazon.com wrote:
This is my second Lisa Oliver book. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I loved that the biker's Omega was not the usual pushover Omega. He was a small, often flamboyantly dressed young lone Wolf. He didn't worry about his safety because he lived and worked with humans. He never imagined he'd meet his mate in the manner he did or his mate's response upon tracking him down.
I thought the big Alpha Harley driving wolf made a lousy mate. He started off by denying and rejecting his mate. Sure he gave the men who gay bashed his mate a beat down, but he continued to be in a homophobic motorcycle gang with them. Being deeply closeted around his fellow gang members even to the point of having sex with quite a few women in order to prove his masculine prowess. He too was a lone wolf who substituted a gun running motorcycle gang for a wolf pack. This was his substitute family. For better or worst. His loyalty to the "Colors" was unquestionable. He even put them before his mate.
As an Omega, Marly was at the mercy of his instinctive reactions to his fated mate. Not that he really fought against them. He wanted to be with his Alpha even though his Biker was keeping their relationship on the down low. What l liked was that despite being submissive to his huge mate, he didn't let him walk all over him. He spoke up. Brokered compromises. But realized early on it was a losing proposition to make his Biker give up his bike or his allegiance.
When the Alpha finally realized what a treasure he had in Marly he had to be ingenious to not be caught and outed to his gay bashing gang brothers. I thought some of the solutions for dealing with persistent pesters were well thought out. But then he sat there clueless to how much he was hurting his mate. While I had a love hate relationship with the Alpha, l loved the clever sometimes sad and resigned Omega.
Since this is a series I imagine we'll be getting our next installment soon. If you can't wait until then to enjoy more Lisa Oliver books you're in luck. At the end of this book a synopsis of each of her M/M romances is laid out. Series books are also indicated. Enjoy yourself!
Jaime_Alpha Book Club on amazon.com wrote:
The age difference between the twink Marly and the Alpha Trent is significant, but since aging is not the problem, you cannot see it with the naked eye. But it has certainly influenced the difference in the attitude a bit.
Marly is an Omega, but he has plenty of backbone and can take care of himself. Having shifter powers helps too, of course. He is out and proud, sparkling in his shiny clothes.
Trent has lived in the closet past fifty years and has problems to find his way out from that place.
The mating pull is powerful and not even the most determined woman can prevent the bond between these two men from forming.
Trent seems to think that leaving the club and the town is the only option. And Marly - although very reluctantly - understands it has to be that way. Fortunately Trent's boss has some secrets of his own, something that makes it possible for the two men to stay in the town, at least until the lack of aging will make it necessary to move.
Could have been a bit longer to let the relationship to develop still a bit more, therefore 4,5 stars.
This was a cute book with some ups and downs - Trent is an Alpha Wolf living as a human Biker, a straight Human Biker. Marly is an Omega - also living as a human, but not so straight - in-fact, Marly is pretty high on the Kinsey scale and a proud twink. On the outside these two couldn't be more wrong for each other. On the inside however their wolves recognize each other as true mates and it isn't long before Trent has Marly laid out and inside him claiming him. What baffles Marly is how the man/wolf can walk away after--is he not good enough for his true mate? Would the man rather live a life of celibacy than to be with his mate? Did Trent condemn Marly to a life of loneliness simply because he didn't want him to be with anyone else...not because he wanted him. All of this and more runs through Marly's head as he hears his front door close and his Alpha, the man/wolf who was never to hurt him, walk out of his life. Will he be back?
Trent knows what he just did to Marly was unfair. He knows he shouldn't have claimed him, even if they were true mates, without Marly's consent. He also knows walking out on Marly afterwards was one of the hardest things he has had to do in his almost 100 years.. But what else can he do? He is an Epitaph. A Man's Man. A Biker. Sgt of Arms of one of the most ruthless MC clubs in Orlando-- nobody will understand him suddenly being attracted to men, twink like-pretty men. Even if it isn't sudden, but just very well hidden. So he walked away. The question is - Will he stay away?
Lisa Oliver wrote a fun shifter story with twists and turns throughout. You will hate Trent. You will Love Marly. In the end-they both get what they need. The only think I really wish this author would do a little more with her covers, so many people buy books based on covers and if I hadn't read her work before I would have passed this one over.