Book 1 – The Gods Made Me Do It Series by Lisa Oliver
Madison Worthington has worked hard to get to where he is. Thrown out of his pack at a young age, he finds his home in the San Antonio pack, eventually talking himself into a job as Damien’s PA. He doesn’t get the respect he’d hoped for, but he holds his head high as he works behind the scenes keeping Damien’s club and pack running smoothly. At night he dreams of a mate who will hold him in strong arms and love him just the way he is. Unfortunately, the Fates appear to have other plans.
Sebastian D’Eath, son of Thanatos the Angel of Death, has always known that the Fates would throw a mate in his path. He just didn’t realize he had to dive into flood waters to stop the man from drowning. But no matter how cute his mate might look as a drowned rat, Sebastian has his arguments ready. He doesn’t want a mate; won’t take a mate and no one can make him. However, he soon finds out the Fates have other plans for him, too.
Angry words lead to Madison being captured by a wolf with a sick mind. Salvation comes from an unlikely quarter, but Madison returns to the pack with a change of heart. He has some scores to settle and Sebastian is first in the firing line. Hellhounds, dinners and a red convertible – will Sebastian ever get the man he claimed he didn’t want?
“It’s the mating bond,” Madison said, his face bright red, his chest still heaving. “You can’t help it. I can’t help it. It’s just what it is. I’d better go. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to.” Sebastian stepped closer. “We both want this. Why not let nature take its course? We’re both adults.”
Madison growled and for the first time, Sebastian saw the light of his wolf flashing in his eyes. It changed Madison’s aura, made him seem stronger and more menacing and Sebastian reminded himself Madison wasn’t human. A strong predator lurked under his mate’s coiffured exterior.
That was even more apparent when Madison spoke. “You don’t get it, do you? You dumb fuck. Claiming is everything to a wolf shifter. Shifters wait their whole lives desperate to meet the other half of their soul. I’m over sixty years old,” Sebastian’s jaw dropped. “Sixty years I’ve been waiting for that one person who’d treat me right, love me in the way I knew I deserved. I kept waiting. Kept hoping and then I scented you and I knew my search was over. Except you just want to get your rocks off. You have no intention of claiming me because your heart belongs to fucking Alexander. I know that because you told me!”
“NO!” Madison stamped his foot. “Just no, all right. I want you, of course, I do. But I don’t want to just go to bed with you. I know the sex will be amazing, it always is between mates. But I want more than that. I want to know what your favorite color is, what music you like to listen to. I want movie nights, dates and the whole fucking shooting match. My wolf yearns for you; he aches to see our mark on your neck. It’s taking all my energy not to shift and bite you and to hell with the consequences. But you’ve already made it plain you don’t want that and I…I can’t…I’m not going to let you keep playing around with me anymore.”
He swirled around and was out the door before Sebastian could blink.
Moans and curses fell from his lips as Madison explored his cock. Sebastian registered the weight falling from his knees as Madison slipped to the floor, his hands and mouth busy teasing and driving Sebastian to the brink of madness.
“You…you….” Nope, he couldn’t form a sentence, but Madison looked up, a demure smile on his face.
“Did you want me to stop?”
“Yes, no, damn it, aaargh.”
Madison swallowed him whole; the sensation of his cockhead grazing his mate’s throat sent Sebastian’s body into a frenzy. He wanted to thrust; it was in his nature for fuck’s sake, but Madison had a surprisingly strong grip on his hips and was holding him firm. And it seemed like he was directly connected to Sebastian’s psyche, his inner desires; the hint of teeth under his glans, the slather of tongue adding extra sensations on every downward slide. When Sebastian felt the slight sting of claws run across his tight balls, he erupted with a roar; Madison’s head bobbing slightly as he swallowed every drop.
Sebastian flopped back into the chair, his chest heaving. He was still half-dressed, his shirt pushed open but still caught on his arms; his jeans undone and nothing but his balls and half-hard cock exposed. Madison sat like an angel between his legs, still licking his swollen lips.
“Feel better?” Madison asked.
“Good enough to know we need a bed darned fast. You’ve had your fun and now it’s my turn. I have some claiming to do.”