A rogue wolf shifter with his growing army of killers sets alpha wolf and security expert Dillon into motion. Together with his long time mate, Rick, they track the string of deaths to a small rural town.
Copper, an alpha lion shifter, isn't thrilled the Wolf Council sent the pair to stick their nose into his business but finally agrees to accept their help, determined to solve the case quickly and send both wolf shifters on their way before he gives in to his primal urges.
Sparks fly between the wolf couple and the feline as they grapple with their instant attraction and jockey for top dog position while Rick sits back and watches the fireworks with amusement, realizing they just might have found their third mate. The sexual tension is building while a deadly band of killers are culling out the next victim in their game.
Can they put aside their differences and stop the killings before it's too late? Will their species varieties stand in the way of a sizzling threesome mating?
"Are you going to stand there or are you going to strip and get fucked?" Dillon tossed his button-up shirt in a growing pile of dirty clothes and went to work on the fastenings of his suit pants, with a raised brow toward his partner.
Dillon scented Rick long before the quiet squeak of the door to their shared cabin, which sat in the middle of pack lands, announced his arrival. As if Rick read his mind, the beta returned home at just the right time.
After a long week of meetings with the pack councils in the region and discussing one problem after another, Dillon felt tied up in a strangling knot. The burden of stress and responsibility bore down on his shoulders like the weight of the entire world. He'd gladly accepted the assignment, since wolf pack alphas protected the others from the top to the bottom, with no exceptions. Besides, his position as head of security forced him to keep abreast of any and all potential threats to his rather large family. Attending conferences fell under the category of proactive oversight and information sharing. Though tedious, traveling to a neutral location proved necessary to stay updated of happenings and continue the pack's peaceful path. None of that bothered him.
What did cause concern was a juicy tidbit from this particular event that still sent shards of worry through him, occupied his mind through the entire seven day stay, and lingered to the present, which explained his surly mood and rigid tension.
"Wound tight, huh?" Rick arched a blond eyebrow but began to shuck clothes at a rapid pace.
"You have no idea." Normally, he used more tact and a trifle more manners in greeting Rick. Today, the other wolf took his chances.
The last of his clothes fell away, leaving Dillon nude, his granite-hard erection jutting straight out from his body, the red tip already leaking a drop of fluid.
In a matter of seconds, Rick stood just as naked. Dillon's mouth watered at the sight of the tall, ripped wolf shifter. Blond hair topped Rick's head in short waves, the ends just tickling his collar when he wore clothes. His solid frame held plenty of muscles full of precise definition and power. Definitely a looker. His wide chest had a few sprinkles of light colored hairs that led to a narrow waist where the fuzz solidified into a fine line aiming straight to a thick, quickly swelling dick. A perfect complement to Dillon's own darker coloring and similar build.
"It's going to be rough. Can you take it?" His gaze rose so he could watch the other man's face.
"Rough? What other kind is there with you?" Rick grinned slyly, his eyes flashing with unbridled lust.
Dillon growled and stepped forward.
Rick shook his head as amusement covered his face. "Yeah, I can take whatever you dish out."
"Good." Dillon licked his lips in anticipation.
Cupping Rick's head, Dillon pulled him in close, meshing their lips together in a preview of the hard coupling to come. Rick gave back with as much gusto, his tongue flicking over Dillon's in open invitation.
Nearly desperate with need, Dillon broke the kiss. "On the bed." He waited for Rick to move before heading to the side of the bed and digging through the bedside table drawer. Finding the items he sought, he grabbed them up, then returned to stare longingly at Rick.
Tossing an item up in the air, he caught it, then tossed again. He grinned as Rick watched, a tiny spark of excitement flickered across his face. "Sit down. I think you're gonna need this."
Rick immediately complied, moaning low and flinching as Dillon first squeezed just behind head of his cock, waited a few beats for the erection to fade somewhat, before snapping the metal cock ring on.
They both knew when Dillon used the device, he had no intention of ending the play any time soon. More like hours on end passed before he finally succumbed to exhaustion. Only then would he rest after banishing all the pent-up stress from his body.
Standing back, Dillon sucked in a deep breath and admired the vision before him. He preferred his lovers experienced, well hung, thickly muscled, and capable of handling his pounding and begging for more, which left out humans as they tended to wilt long before he came close to tiring. Shifters, on the other hand, typically kept pace as long as they enjoyed a bite of pain along with their rounds of pleasure. Rick fit the bill perfectly.
They had belonged to the same pack, were raised together, and gravitated toward one another from almost the beginning. As their personalities and position in the large pack stabilized, they'd turned to one another as confidants, friends, and often as lovers. Older pack members, both male and female, had initiated them both into the realm of a sexually active wolf shifter, but they sought out one another almost exclusively these days to care for their base desires and needs. Dillon's alpha status matched up well with Rick's high beta level, putting them nearly on equal footing while their sexual preferences meshed perfectly.
Dillon reached out and fingered the ring surrounding the base of Rick's cock. The metal caught the sunlight streaming into the room, sending flashes across the walls as Dillon stroked his hand up and down the impressive member, bringing his partner to full arousal once more.
"Much better." Dillon continued his ministrations for a moment longer, savoring the expression of tense joy on his partner's face.