Okay, so as some of you know in the middle of writing Book 4 of the Bound and Bonded series (Fighting Fangs), I had another idea for a story line, totally unconnected to any of my other series. The Biker’s Omega was born. Below is a short excerpt that will hopefully tickle your taste buds, and encourage you to want to read the book when it comes out next week.
He didn’t remember falling asleep, but being awoken by a mini biker vision in black was more than Trent’s control could handle, especially when Marly smelled of so many different men. The little shit had been clubbing and while Trent wasn’t silly enough to think that Marly had been with anyone else, his wolf’s need to cover the man with his own scent was overwhelming.
Yes, he meant to talk to Marly first – get to know a little bit about the man he was about to become bonded to. Trent wasn’t some crass shifter who fucked first, and then talked after. Not with his mate at least. With most men it was fuck first and then fuck the talking. But Trent wanted to explain to Marly about his position in the club and what was happening there. He needed to find out about Marly’s pack status and explain his own lack of one. But then the sexy man just had to put a wiggle in his step as he walked passed him and that one little movement shattered what was left of Trent’s resolve, already weakened by his long wait. It had been so long since he had enjoyed a man in his arms, and this one was already deemed perfect for him by the Fates. He didn’t have the strength to argue with that sort of situation.
And right now. With Marly’s mouth open under his, Trent couldn’t think of one damn fucking reason why he had wanted to wait at all. The hint of pineapple and cream suggested his mate liked those frou-frou drinks that Trent had never tasted because they looked too girly. The lack of anyone else’s scent on Marly’s tongue meant the man had behaved himself while he was out, and Trent made sure to check, thoroughly, in every crevice and corner of Marly’s mouth.
It wasn’t only Marly’s mouth that was driving Trent insane. Marly’s slim but solid chest was rammed tight between his own and the wall, not a cigarette paper’s gap between them. Trent moaned as he felt Marly’s cock throbbing behind his jeans, against his own abs and his Omega’s fingers gripping his shoulders was pure heaven. There was nothing hesitant about Marly – not the way he opened his mouth to accept Trent’s tongue, nor the way he clasped Trent’s shoulders as though the bigger man would try and get away. When Trent felt Marly wrap his lean legs around his waist, opening out that delectable denim covered ass, Trent couldn’t help running his fingers along the seam covered crack. Marly’s full body shiver and the way he pressed even closer into Trent’s chest was proof his mate was as eager for their mating as he was.
His cock threatening the construction of his zipper, Trent was on the verge of coming in his pants and that would be a shameful waste in his opinion. Wrenching his lips from his mate’s enticing mouth, Trent looked down to see Marly’s bright blue eyes were now the shade of a stormy sea.
“Bedroom,” he said roughly. “Or I swear I’ll take you right here, right now.”
Marly blinked for a few moments and Trent wasn’t sure if the man was thinking about his options, or just trying to get his brain to function.
“Through there,” Marly said finally, his voice almost a whisper, pointing over Trent’s back.
The Biker’s Omega should be out next week. Keep an eye out on here, and on my Facebook details for links and other details 🙂