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Pearson, Alpha of the Bound and Bonded Pack, had always wanted to find his mate. But as an Alpha he had always assumed the man he would be paired with would be a submissive. But when Dante appears in his office hoping to be accepted into the pack, he is anything but the submissive Pearson had believed was his Fated lover.
Dante has a past of his own, and while he didn't try to hide it from his Fated Mate, he should have known it was going to cause problems. If Dante's pride didn't stop this mating from happening, then events outside of the Bound and Bonded pack just might. Getting the promise of a HEA was going to be a lot more difficult for these two men, than it should have been.
Warning: This book is about male gay wolf shifters. Although set in a BDSM club there are no actual scenes of BDSM in this particular title. However there are scenes of M/M sex. If this is not something you are into then this book is not for you.
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Genres:
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
Setting: real world USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
God, Pearson felt so good in his arms. Dante dropped his head slightly so it rested on his mate’s thick, dark hair. It felt so soft against his skin and Dante fought the urge to revel in it - bury his nose in it and never come out. He took a deep breath, savoring Pearson’s smell - the man smelled of aged oak, stepped in fine whiskey and it was intoxicating. But there was something else there - blood. Pearson’s blood.
Pulling back, Dante looked down at Pearson and noticed the smudge of blood on his cheek.
“You’re hurt,” he said, worry lacing his tone. “Let me see.”
READ MOREPearson appeared to be ignoring him, because the man had now decided licking up his neck was an appropriate thing to do. While Dante moaned softly as his mate’s tongue licked a soft trail from his neck, to that really sensitive spot right under his chin, he forced himself to ignore the jolts of lust that were running through his body. His cock was so damned hard it hurt, and Dante could tell from where he was sitting, that Pearson was in the same way. It would be so easy to just give in. Dante had never felt so safe, so warm and so damned horny in his life. But no. Pearson was hurt, and Dante needed to tend to that.
“Pearson, stop,” Dante said firmly. When Pearson raised his head and looked into his eyes, Dante felt himself falling. Falling for a man who didn’t trust him. That thought blasted through Dante like a bucket of cold water and he ignored his aching cock and focused instead on the blood he could smell.
“You’re hurt, Pearson. I can smell the blood. Tell me what happened. Where are you hurt?”
“It’s nothing,” Pearson said in his deep velvet voice. Pearson lifted one of his hands from where it had held fast around Dante’s waist, and held it up so Dante could see. Smudges of blood, chipped skin and inflamed knuckles decorated the back of Pearson’s hand. Dante reached behind him and pulled out Pearson’s other hand to see it was in a similar state.
“What the hell where you punching?” Dante couldn’t smell any other person or wolf on Pearson, for which his own wolf was grateful. His wolf was inflamed by the sight and smell of the blood on his mate and wanted out - wanted to kill whoever had hurt this precious man. Even fully aware that is was the mating bond that caused these feelings, Dante couldn’t prevent the surge of anger he felt that some one might have hurt Pearson. No matter how instinctive, the feelings were very real and Dante wouldn’t rest until he got the story from his mate.
Bending his head, Dante carefully licked the blood from Pearson’s fingers; the action soothing his wolf. Tending their mate was more important than thoughts of killing or vengeance against an imagined foe. As Dante licked carefully around scratches and bruises his wolf felt content and that was enough to calm the anger that had flared up. The little moan Pearson gave when Dante’s tongue touched him, made Dante’s wolf even happier. Pleasing their mate was something the wolf took inordinate pride in.
Once Dante had finished, and he and his wolf were satisfied there was no other signs of injuries, he said again, “What were you punching, and more importantly, why?
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