Claiming Their Mate
Two Is Never Enough#2
Genre: Gay shifter romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 9/1/2016
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron HillBook
He’s here on vacation. They’re here for him.
Samson and Dane are werewolves who act as guardians of their pack. They're also lovers, but they both long for the third person they know will make their home whole. Their Chosen. Ryan has no idea he's even a werewolf. He's visiting rural New Mexico and Colorado to write horror novels, not get it on with the two hottest men he's ever met. So why can't he keep his hands off them, and why is biting suddenly so hot? Can Samson and Dane convince Ryan that he's like them, and that he needs to leave his city life behind?
The pup slipped out of bed late in the night. They’d all slept like they’d been on a hunt, which he guessed lots of Mexican food and sex could simulate. In fact, Dane slept on, not even snuffling when the pressure of Ryan’s body left the mattress.Samson, now, he wasn’t a deep sleeper, and he knew when someone was trying to make like coyote ugly and not wake him so they could slip away. That simply didn’t work for him.He reached out and wrapped one hand around a lean hip. “Where you going?” Samson murmured.Ryan jumped like he’d been popped with a rubber band in the balls. “I missed my real estate appointment.”“Well, it’s not like you can call your agent at this time of night, honey.”“No. No, I guess not.” Ryan stood there, pale in the streetlight filtering in from outside. Samson loved how Ryan was different, like a marble statue, but warm, alive. He had to wonder if the wolf was pale, too, thin.“How do you look in your other life?” he asked.“Like a writer, I guess? I just have a place in Dallas. I’m blocked, so I came out here.”“Blocked how?” Was it too cold out there on the porch for a guy from Dallas? Samson grabbed an extra blanket and took Ryan outside with him, the pup following easily when he tugged. “Like writer’s block? I’d been working on a series and I’ve written myself into a hole. I don’t even want to write zombies anymore. It’s silly nonsense, really, but I thought if I came out to the boonies and learned all I could about something new the plot would come to me. I mean, I told my agent I was writing martians, but really, I need to finish the series.”“Zombies.” Samson blinked, then chuckled, pulling Ryan down with him on the big swing dealie and wrapping them in the blanket. It felt natural as breathing, just like touching Dane always did. Poor Dane. Two orgasms and the guy was out like the proverbial light. “Yeah. They’re in right now.” Ryan’s nostrils flared and he knew the pup was scenting him, learning him. Exceptional instincts. Samson approved.“Hmm. I think you ought to add in werewolves.” What would Ryan say to that? Could bereally be completely unaware of what was inside him? Samson knew the wolf was in there. Their alpha, Bruce, was going to give them no end of shit, both sets of his guardians ending up with dormant Omegas. What were the chances?“Werewolves? They’re almost as done as vampires. Shame, though. I love the trappings of the genre, really.”“What’s your favorite part?” This was fascinating. It was like seeing himself through someone else’s eyes for the first time. Seeing a werewolf movie with someone who didn’t watch horror…“The whole animalistic versus human situation. It’s a turn on, just like the whole biting thing in the vampire world.”“I like biting. So does Dane.” Samson nibbled at the nape of Ryan’s neck. “Uhn.” Ryan shuddered for him, the entire motion pure sex. “Does he?”“Mmmhmm. Oh, he’ll tell you he’d rather do the biting and scold for being bitten, but he catches and pitches, if you get me.” Dane could fight like a stone cold motherfucker, but he could bottom like a hot little slut, too.
It all worked for him.“How long have you two been together?” Samson pondered that. “Well, we’ve known each other since infancy, I guess.” “Oh, wow. No shit? That’s cool, huh?”“Yeah. Sometimes it’s annoying as hell.” Samson chuffed out a laugh. “I adore the fucker,though.” “Well, good. You two pick up strangers a lot?”“No.” He tilted back Ryan’s head so he could look into those pretty eyes. “No, we don’t.”“No?” The blue in Ryan’s eyes were a perfect match for the streaks in the mussed hair, and the combination of looks served to make Ryan looked so young.“No. You were different right away. We knew you were there before we ever stepped inside.”Ryan chuckled softly, shook his head. “That’s impossible.”“No it’s not, honey.” He stroked that flat belly, tugging the heavy ring that pierced Ryan’scock and Ryan moaned, ass pushing back against him.“That’s it. Feel it. We’re connected. All of us.” “God, that...that feels like magic.”“I love your skin. So smooth.” “I wax, remember?” He blinked. Seriously? Ow. Potential for a guy that didn’t mind a little sting, but… Ow. His balls tried to crawl up in his body.
B.A. Tortuga is Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.
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