Mace’s Awakening

Book 3 Stockton Wolves

actual cover copy

Blurb

Roan didn’t expect to be put in a jail cell by the man who was meant to be his mate. But it wasn’t as though his life had ever been easy. In his world Omega wolves were sold as soon as they became useful, and he’d been trained his whole life in the arts of keeping a clean house and a Master happy. Unfortunately for him, being looked after was the last thing his mate seemed to want or need.

Mace was happy enough in his life. Women seemed attracted to his bad boy looks and his surly attitude. They never stuck around, but then he was married to his job, so he didn’t mind being alone at nights. And he had a pack. Okay, that wasn’t something he’d been raised to believe in, but he’d spent enough time with Shane and Dimitri and the rest of the guys to know they were like anyone else. They just sprouted fur on occasion, and ran on four legs instead of two. So when Dimitri confronted him with the fact that the cute little shifter he’d booked the day before was his mate, he had a lot of thinking to do – dealing with man bits was the least of his problems.

A serial killer with blond women in his sights, a whole host of misunderstandings, and the protective antics of Kalel, the cutest little cat shifter in existence, are just some of the hurdles these two men are going to have to overcome before they can have their HEA.

Warning: contains an Omega shifter who will break your heart, a gruff human detective who has a lot to learn about mates, and a pack that works overtime to keep their members safe. Contains M/M intimate situations and off page references to child abuse. If these are triggers for you, please don’t buy. As always, no cheating, no cliffhangers and an HEA guaranteed.

Excerpt

Roan huddled under the threadbare blanket. It stank of sweat and things he’d rather not think about but for the moment he was on his own, and that was a blessing. It wasn’t as though he smelled any better and he had more things to worry about than catching germs. His wolf was anxious, which was understandable given his confinement, but the pang in his heart was harder to deal with. Roan thought back to the big guy who’d caught him and in the stillness of the cell, was glad no one could hear his whimper. The man smelled amazing – like cinnamon buns drizzled with honey – the scents of a home Roan had only ever dreamed about. It was that wretched smell, the way it threw his wolf into a tizzy, his heart beat faster and his cock harden beyond the point of pain, that stifled Roan’s self-preservation instincts, allowing himself to be caught.

But the rough detective hadn’t noticed anything special about him. Of course he hadn’t – he was human, and if the lewd comments coming from some of the others in the station were to be believed, a lover of women, many women. Roan sighed. There had been a time, back when his parents kept him safe, a roof over his head and three decent meals a day, when he’d believed the stories others told of the mating bond. In his adolescent years he dreamed of seeing some guy; Roan always knew where his inclinations lie. He believed the whole eyes meeting across a crowded room scenario. Both of them would know in that one instant and Roan would have a life filled with love, laughter and a man who would cherish him for life.

Roan laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. He should be grateful his detective had given him a night of safety. The meals had been passed out earlier, and Roan’s stomach was fighting to process the first semi-decent meal he’d had in a long time. The mattress was lumpy, but it was better than a concrete step in a doorway and he had been given the blanket, which was a major improvement from huddling in his threadbare coat praying no one would steal it.

He should try to sleep; it could be a while before he’d be able to do that again, but his wolf’s agitation was keeping Roan on edge. The lights were turned off an hour or so before, not that Roan needed them to see, but he didn’t feel safe. Unfamiliar noises and smells, footsteps coming down the corridor; they all combined to hone the anxiety his wolf was already feeling. There was no way out, no windows to see out, just concrete blocks, and one wretched door that was firmly locked…. Roan felt his head swim, and he tried to control his breathing, but the feelings of being trapped, scared, unwanted and tired – he was so freaking tired. He couldn’t catch a breath. His heart was beating out of his chest and his wolf surged, trying to protect him. Roan knew he shouldn’t shift; knew he mustn’t let his wolf out…but he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see….

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Large hands patted his back and for a second Roan panicked. But then the smell of cinnamon and honey punched his nose and he instinctively turned towards that delicious scent. A broad chest was there, right there, and that was enough for Roan. It had to be a dream, but if it was then Roan would hang onto it because it was all he had. He scrambled about until he found a solid lap, curled into it and closed his eyes. He was safe. He could breathe again and now, maybe, he could get some rest.

Adult Excerpt

“It’s our bed, precious,” Mace reminded gruffly. He remembered what Dimitri said about mating and added, “Our bed, our house, our place. Always. Everything I have is yours too.”

Roan’s eyes widened, and then a cheeky grin flashed across his face. “Does that include this?” Mother of God, Roan’s grip on his cock sent a shaft of lightening up Mace’s spine.

“Do you know what to do with it?” Mace teased, before he remembered that Roan didn’t respond well to teasing. But maybe the decent sleep his mate enjoyed had done something positive for Roan too, because his mate laughed. Light, quiet, but a laugh nonetheless and the grip around Mace’s cock tightened.

“I know what I want to do with it,” Roan said as a soft blush reddened his cheeks. “I’m still hungry. Can I have a taste?”

Considering no man in his right man would turn down a blowjob, Mace was flat on his back in a flash. He tilted his dick up and waggled it. “It’s all yours.”

Fuck, his dick wasn’t the only thing that he’d willingly give over to Roan, Mace thought as his length was expertly swallowed and then sucked like Roan’s life depended on it. Mace didn’t want to think about where Roan got his skills in the cock-sucking department, he’d much rather appreciate them. He groaned and thrust gently, unwilling to hurt his mate, but wanting more. The need that stemmed from his belly grew, until it encased his whole body, and suddenly just getting a blowjob wasn’t enough.

Hauling Roan across his chest, Mace wove his fingers through Roan’s hair, and claimed his mouth. He felt savage, brutal, filled with a lust he’d never experienced with any of the women he’d taken to bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Roan could take it; that for the first time in his life Mace was with someone who could handle his true self, and that thought spurred him on. His tongue pushed into Roan’s willing mouth, his hands pressing Roan’s body hard onto his, rutting them together, trying to get inside of Roan’s skin. Before long even that wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside of his mate, needed to feel that heat, to know that Roan was safe, and his, and that Roan wouldn’t fucking leave again.

Buy Links

Amazon   Amazon UK   Amazon CA   Amazon AU

Payhip   Sea To Sky    Smashwords

Comments are closed.