Chester didn’t mind at all but he wouldn’t let them call him little like he was a child trying to get to the grown-ups’ table.
“How about you’re just bossy, then?” Evin kissed Chester before he could say anything else and he forgot what he wanted to argue about. Chester’s lust-filled mind couldn’t process any thoughts, and it didn’t improve when Evin turned Chester’s head and his lips were then taken by Dillon.
Oh…
So wonderful.
Heat poured down his spine and the base of his back itched where his tail grew. His kitty half urged Chester to let go and allow him to come out and play. Chester put a firm lid on kitty’s needs. To mate with his lovers, he needed to stay in his human form.
Pulling away from Dillon’s distracting lips, Chester slid his lips down Dillon’s neck to nip at the jugular, then travelled towards Dillon’s chest where he bit a taunting nipple. He smiled at the sudden inhalation of breath and the stillness of the lion. Someone liked nipple play. He filed that information away for later. Right now he was interested in the grand prize.
Dillon’s cock waved at Chester as if trying to seek his attention. “Don’t worry, you beauty, I haven’t forgotten you.” 5It bobbed even more from Dillon’s laughter.
Chester kept his grip gentle as he stopped the movement so he could lick at the tip.
“Mmm,” he hummed in satisfaction. None of his other encounters had ever tasted as good as his lion shifter. He didn’t know if being mates made the difference but he’d definitely have to check Evin’s flavour later.
Eagerly lapping up Dillon’s pre-cum, he gasped when cold lube entered his ass. He hadn’t forgotten Evin, exactly, but he’d been distracted.
Evin laughed. “Forgot you were surrounded, didn’t you?”
He could feel the blush staining his cheeks but he wouldn’t give in. “Hush and fuck me,” he grumbled.
“Yes, your highness,” Evin said.
Chester turned his head to look at Evin over his shoulder. “Now that’s the proper attitude.” He got a smack on the ass for his sassy response. His cock, surprisingly, became harder.
“Oooh, I think he likes that, Evin,” Dillon purred.
“Hmm. I’ll spank you later. Right now I need to be inside your ass more than I need air.
Come on, honey…relax and let me inside.”
The need in Evin’s voice had Chester leaning towards Dillon and spreading his legs to give his lover better access.
Evin pushed even more lube inside Chester’s body.
“Enough! Fuck me already!”
Despite his big words, Chester still gasped when Evin pushed inside. However, the initial bite quickly faded as Evin expertly pegged Chester’s prostate. He let out a strangled scream as his lover pounded into him with perfect finesse.
“Right there, oh yes, there.” Chester babbled.
A strong hand wrapped around his cock. Chester blinked to focus on this new experience. Dillon had slid down so he could reach Chester’s cock. For a second Chester felt a flash of guilt over forgetting about Dillon’s blowjob, then his mate did a twisty thing with his hand and Chester damn near forgot to breathe.
“Give it up, honey,” Dillon rumbled. 5Evin gave another perfect shove inside him and, with a gasp, Chester spilled all over Dillon’s hand. Before he had a chance to enjoy the warm, cosy aftermath, a painful slash to his neck made him cry out.
“Shhh, babe… Evin’s marking you,” Dillon soothed, lapping at the wound.
The pain went from sharp, to dull, to a warm sensation that poured down his spine and pulled purrs from his throat.
“You and Dillon can claim me later when you claim each other,” Evin promised.
Chester nodded. He had a lot of things to do tomorrow. Check in on his brother, bond with his mates, and, although he didn’t feel invested in the owl and lion battle, it affected Evin so he’d have to do what he could to support his lover.
“Tomorrow,” Evin whispered in his ear. “We’ll deal with everything tomorrow.”
Chester smiled. That sounded like a great idea.
Coming Soon from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Robert’s Rancher
Amber Kell
Released 25th June 2012
Excerpt
Chapter One
Robert circled the spoon inside his coffee cup, watching the cream swirl. Depression sat like a heavy stone on his chest. How had his life been reduced to this? By all standards, people would consider him successful. Why couldn’t he find the perfect guy? Hell, his imaginary partner didn’t even have to be perfect—he just had to not want Robert’s money.
The few times he thought he’d found a keeper had turned out to be giant fiascos. One guy had tried to leave Robert’s house with Robert’s new laptop and another had tried to sweet talk him into financing a play.
He must have a broken ‘loser alert’ sensor.
Now, at thirty years old, he lived alone and didn’t have any romantic prospects in sight since two months ago, when the last gay man he’d liked had hooked up with a sexy cowboy.
Sadly, from what Robert had observed, they were ridiculously happy together.
“Hey Robert, did you like the new quiche recipe?” Tyler Remington approached Robert’s table, wiping his hands on his chef’s apron.
“It was amazing as usual.” He mustered up a smile for Tyler. It wasn’t Tyler’s fault the man had let a cowboy sweep him off his feet.
Tyler settled into the chair opposite him. “What’s wrong? You’ve been moping for days.”
Robert propped his chin on his hand. “I’m lonely,” he confessed.
Tyler gave him a startled look. “Why? You’re handsome, rich and when you’re not trying too hard to impress someone, you’re a nice guy.”
Although he knew he would sound like a pouting teenager, Robert couldn’t help himself. “I can’t believe you fell for Cody.”
Tyler laughed. “Robert, we would’ve never been compatible. I’m not butch enough for you. I’ve seen you watching the cowboys when you come out to the ranch. You can barely keep your drool from forming a puddle on the ground.”
“Being attracted to someone and finding someone to share your life with aren’t necessarily the same thing. And other than
