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Today's author at ManLove Fantasies is E.A. Reynolds. Today is the last story I believe. Tomorrow the kindle winner will be picked. Good luck to all who have been participating.
E. A. REYNOLDS
Peyton City 6
available now!
Erotic Alternative Interracial Paranormal Romantic Suspense,
M/M, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, flogging, erotic asphyxiation, role
play, HEA
Separating his work from his romantic life has never been a
problem for white panther Jarell Garrett, but when he gets pregnant by a man he
hardly knows, he decides the man has a right to know. But his plan goes awry
when Jarell’s boss assigns Jarell to a new case.
Ryan Nichols was content working pride security, but he’s
suddenly forced to work with the FBI. Ryan isn’t happy working with human law
enforcement, but he’s pissed off when he learns the man he’s recently mated is
a cop working against Ryan’s pride.
Feeling betrayed, Ryan isn’t in any hurry to accept him as a
mate, but Jarell isn’t about to allow
Ryan to get away. As the case heats up, it strips both men
down to the desire simmering inside them. And when a white panther catches
fire, nothing can stop him from claiming his mate.
STORY EXCERPT
Jarell rolled out of the tiger’s way and onto the dry grass.
A heavy weight landed with a dull thud next to him, and he struggled up, ready
to make an attempt at defense. His panther hadn’t attempted to break free, but
he knew he had his healing abilities because his ankle was healed.
The first thing he saw was a pair of cold chestnut eyes
looking down at him from Ryan’s gold-skinned face. There was an angry bruise on
his cheek from where the tiger had smacked him. His gaze jerked to the spot
beside him where a lifeless man lay.
“Here.” Ryan pulled Jarell to his feet.
“Your shoulder,” Jarell said.
“It’ll be fine,” he muttered. “I’ll call for clean up.”
Jarell glared at him. “Ryan, your shoulder is bleeding
badly.” He knew he had to handle a black panther with care. Most of them
assumed they were damn near indestructible and the ones with a white panther
mate pretty much were.
Ryan gave him a patient look before yanking his cell phone
up from the ground and punching in a number. Jarell didn’t bother listening to
the call. He knew Ryan was calling whoever in his pride handled dead shifters
and prisoners. It didn’t look like the tiger that tried to attack him was dead.
He sighed roughly. He was going to have to heal his mate.
“Stay here,” Ryan said after holstering his phone. “Put
another tranq in him if he wakes up. I doubt he will this time.”
“Ry,” he said gently. “Your shoulder really needs tending
to. If you pass out from blood loss, what good will you be to me if the tigers
come back?”
They might. They weren’t known for leaving their dead
behind. They couldn’t know how much help Ryan had with him, so they probably
wouldn’t risk it. Tigers weren’t known for their impulsive behavior. They
didn’t act without knowing what they were going into, so they must have known
the cop was alone with no potential for back-up.
“Jarell, please stop nagging me,” he said, irritation in his
tone. “I know what I’m doing.”
Jarell frowned. “Damn stubborn man,” he muttered.
Ryan’s grunt reached him as he stepped into the cabin. A few
minutes later, Ryan was back.
“It’s clear. Grant’s long gone. Let’s get his ass inside.
I’ll get some rope from the truck.”
After getting the tiger inside, Ryan left him alone to
retrieve the rope. He returned in short order with chains and what looked like
a collar. Jarell watched as the unconscious male was secured.
“What’s the collar for?”
“It’s a choke collar with two transmitters inside. One
carries electrical impulses and the other is a tracker. The collar can’t be
removed without a proper code being entered.”
“Interesting. My alpha would like something like that.”
Ryan held his gaze for a moment and then straightened. “Your
alpha?”
“My pride is called Nordic Blue. It’s in Nordland, Norway.
My mother is Norwegian. She’s a snow panther and one of two living females that
I know. The other one lives in Russia.”
“You’re a snow panther?”
“Did you know that white panthers are a race unto
themselves? It includes just two breeds, snow and white. The white panthers
aren’t as special as the snow ones. The snows are more dangerous. The white
panthers are named after the species because they are white, but their snow ice
poison ability isn’t as deadly as snow panthers. Snow panthers are called snow
because they are descended from lines of white panthers that were born in some
of the coldest places on earth.”
“I don’t need a history lesson, Jarell.”
He shrugged. “Ninety-five percent of the white panthers are
racially mixed. We’re a breed that doesn’t see color or race.”
“I’ve heard that someplace,” he said. “Now, let’s get to
work.”
“Your shoulder needs healing, Ryan, or you’ll just keep
losing blood, and it will keep pissing me off that you’re running from the
obvious.”
Ryan ran his fingers through his dark chocolate hair,
looking a little wary. It was cute, and it was too late to run. It simply
wasn’t in the nature of the white panther breed to allow its mate freedom once
he knew who he was.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. That’s what got you into this,” Jarell murmured,
closing the distance between them. “I can heal you with my touch. Stay still.”
He pushed his hand gingerly beneath Ryan’s polo shirt after tugging it free of
his jeans. “It’s going to be cold.”
Ryan gasped. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Don’t be a baby.” He kissed Ryan’s chin. “And don’t start
getting mad all over again. We’re both guilty of not bringing this up, but it’s
not like ‘hey, I’m a panther shifter’ rolls easily off the tongue.”
“Right,” Ryan muttered and then sighed. “I just didn’t
expect my mate to be white.”
“You should be happy I am, or you’d bleed to death right
here in front of my eyes.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Mr. Dramatic.”
“How does it feel?” he murmured. He’d been taught what he
was and how to use the gifts of healing and ice poisoning as a child. His
mother had been preparing him with basic training and education so that when he
mated, he wouldn’t be shocked or ignorant.
“Fine.”
“I second that.” He stroked his hand over Ryan’s chest.
“You’re so deliciously firm that I have wet dreams about touching you.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Ryan’s hand landed on his ass a second later, but it was a
lover’s kiss, soft. The second tap was a sting, but the third was a harsh tap
of flesh meeting flesh. Jarell gasped as the pain burned through him. Another
tap and the slap of leather had him tightening his cheeks.
“That hurts so good, Ry,” he said, and Ryan struck one cheek
and then the other before smoothing a hand over Jarell’s ass. Then, he hit him
again.
Ryan gripped the back of Jarell’s neck and tugged his head
back. “Look at those pretty eyes,” he crooned. “You’re so high you can’t stand
it, can you?”
“Hit me harder, baby,” he begged.
Ryan did, and Jarell cried out as the pain wrapped around
his cock and made his ass tingle.
Ryan dropped his belt heavily on Jarell’s ass and Jarell
groaned. It felt so good. The burn, the pain, it was just what he needed after
a long day.
“Stand.” Ryan tugged him up and turned Jarell around. He
used his nails to cut into Jarell’s tank and brushed the tatters aside. He
pinched one nipple and then the other before giving each a thump.
Jarell hissed and then purred. “I like that, too.”
“I know what you like better than you do, little boy,” Ryan
said in a low, sexy tone that made Jarell shiver. Then, Ryan used the edge of
the belt to strike Jarell’s nipple just hard enough to sting and his cock
jerked.
That was good. He didn’t have time to say it because Ryan
slapped his cock next. He cried out. “Ryan!” The pain caught him by surprise,
but he didn’t use his safe word.
Ryan reached down. “Too much for the little boy?” he teased
darkly and gave Jarell’s cock a tight squeeze.
“No.” He breathed harshly.
Another tap to his engorged shaft and a cry was torn from
Jarell. Another followed, and he groaned harshly.
“Fuck, yes.”
Ryan chuckled and backed him to the bedroom, stealing a long
kiss as he did so. Ryan flipped on the light and backed them to the bed before
lowering his head to flick his tongue around the tip of Jarell’s nipple. He
sucked it as he closed his fingers around his mate’s cock. Jarell groaned and
thrust into Ryan’s hand.
Ryan turned his attention to the other nipple and scraped it
with his teeth before drawing on it. He drew back and gave the nipple a thump
before trailing kisses down over Jarell’s stomach.
“I love the way you taste, Jay,” he said roughly as he looked
up at Jarell. Ryan pushed him back onto the bed and sank to his knees before
Jarell. He closed his fingers around his mate’s dick and took the mushroom head
into his mouth. He sucked hard as if he were trying to draw water through a
straw.
Jarell moaned and thrust into his mouth, wishing he could
fist his hands in Ryan’s hair.
“Oh, Ryan!”
Ryan licked down the shaft of his cock and bathed Jarell’s
balls one at a time, sucking them into his mouth before caressing Jarell’s
thighs as their eyes met. “I need you more than I need to breathe right now,”
he said roughly.
“I’m yours for the taking, Ry,” Jarell murmured
breathlessly. “Fuck me.”
Ryan got to his feet and unzipped his jeans before freeing
the button from its mooring. Then, he pushed his pants down and off before
kneeling again.
“Let me suck your dick, Ry. I get so hot sucking you off.”
Ryan gave Jarell’s thigh a slap. “Be a good boy for your
mate. His panther wants you.”
Jarell purred. “I want your panther inside me.”
Ryan growled low and tugged Jarell to the edge of the bed
before lining his cockhead up with his mate’s anus. He eased in sliding past
the ring of muscle. Jarell hissed. The entrance was always just a little rough,
but now with his own lubricant, it was barely noticeable.
Jarell wanted to touch, to caress as his mate forged deeper
into him, slowly filling him with his thick, long cock. “Baby.” He leaned
forward, captured Ryan’s lips and kissed him. “Mmm.”
Ryan braced his hands on the mattress. “Damn, you feel so
good.” He thrust the last inches, seating his dick fully in the tight confines
of Jarell’s ass. Jarell shuddered as pure pleasure washed over him and Ryan
groaned tightly.
“Nothing can ever compare to being with you,” Jarell
murmured. “Untie me. I want to touch you.”
Ryan lifted Jarell’s arms on the pillow and moved to his
knees. He draped one of Jarell’s legs over his shoulder and caressed his thigh
before kissing it. Then, he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in.
“Not yet.”
Jarell had plenty of objections to the position, but only
because he wanted to caress the man braced on his hands above him and thrusting
into him with even strokes. He wanted to feel the muscles ripple beneath his
hand. All he could do was savor the slow drives into him and the sensual drag
of Ryan’s cock as it retreated.
“Ryan,” he said, and gasped as bliss ran through him. Each
stroke was a slow, tantalizing beat that pushed his arousal higher.
Then, Ryan pulled free and flipped Jarell onto his stomach.
Ryan filled him again once he had Jarell’s ass up just right. He trailed tiny
bites across Jarell’s shoulder and he cried out pleasure so intense it took his
breath away. His skin was a heated canvas and Ryan’s teeth and warm kisses were
a masterful paintbrush increasing his hunger.
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