Inconceivable: Part Seven

Part Seven:


     Tommy opened his eyes slowly.  He was disoriented.  The sound of "Paint" still played in the background.  Where the hell was he?  Then his mind cleared from the haze of the earth shattering orgasm he'd just experienced and his body became aware of a few things all at once.  He was wrapped in the big, muscled arms of Ton.  His mate.  The two of them were covered in paint from head to two.  The room they laid in was covered in paint...and his ass ached as if he'd been impaled on a battering ram.  He grinned at that thought.  Ton was very well endowed so he wasn't too far from the truth with that one.  He shifted his hips slightly from where he lay on the floor with one of Ton's muscled legs wrapped around his own and winced at the delightful pain.  When he felt slight pressure in his rear, he knew that it was time to expel all of the white seed that Ton had shot within him.  Moving slowly he tried to extract himself from the bigger man's protective hold on him.
     "Where do you think you're going?"  Ton's deep voice growled, rough from sleep.
     Tommy turned his head and placed a small kiss on Ton's lips before replying, "I've got to go to the little boy's room."  He watched as Ton's eyes opened and stared at him.  Then the wolf's eyes traveled over his face, down his neck and to the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, focusing on the sign of their mating. The mating mark began to throb deliciously the longer that Ton stared at it and Tommy felt his morning erection get even harder.  He moaned and began to rub his ass against the larger man's own erection.
     "Iffen you wanted to go to the bathroom, I suggest you go now, otherwise, I'm liable to keep you on this floor for the next five hours or so.  However long it takes me to make you come five more times," Ton drawled, his voice filled with amusement.
     Tommy growled himself at Ton's words and then without another word he rolled out of Ton's arms and hurried to the bathroom, although his gait was a little off from the pounding that his ass received.  He heard Ton chuckle at his enthusiasm and his walk but he didn't care.  He wanted to go and empty his ass in the bathroom and take a piss and then he wanted to go back into the living room and have Ton fill him back up all over again.  With that thought in mind, he closed the bathroom door and set about getting his business done.

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     Seven hours later, Tommy and Ton fell back onto the couch in their finally, fully painted living room.  They'd had to paint the mantle of the fireplace, the front door, the window sills in the living room and Tommy had decided it would be a good idea to paint every other stone in their stone fireplace, and it had given the fireplace a really nice affect and made it flow with the rest of the room.  Or atleast that's what Tommy had told him.  Ton didn't really know all that much about fashion and colors and palettes and light and contrasts...but his mate did so that was all that really mattered.
     He opened his mouth to ask his mate about what room they were going to paint next and what color they were going to paint it when his stomach growled loudly.  Tommy giggled and he felt himself blush for the first time in decades.
     "I guess we haven't really eaten in a while huh?"  Tommy said with another grin.  Ton loved his mate's smile, it was all innocence and sunshine and hot, steamy sinfulness all rolled into one.  Ton became more and more enamored of his mate each time that the smaller man smiled.  He'd give the man whatever he wanted as long as he kept smiling at him like that.
     "Not since yesterday before we started painting," he stated, his gaze fastened on his mate's full lips, he leaned forward to kiss him and fell face forward into the cushions.  Confused as to where his mate was and why he wasn't underneath him where he belonged, he turned his face to the side and saw Tommy looking down at him with amusement in his eyes, his lips pulled up into a beautiful smile.
     "First we eat and then we paint our bedroom a deep blue color which is supposed to encourage intimacy and arousal and then you can fuck me through the mattress, okay?" the smaller man offered before turning towards the kitchen.  Ton nodded, although his mate was no longer standing before him.  Tommy was right, they needed to eat if they were going to keep his strength up.  They needed to paint the bedroom so that they could sleep peacefully in the completely boring white walls room.  More than that, they need to fuck, to have sex, to mate.  They needed to do that more than anything.
     Ton stood up and followed his mate into the kitchen.  He watched as Tommy's ass shook in his tight green aerobic pants, his white shirt pulled tight and the hem of the shirt twisted and tied above his belly button, as he  stirred something in a bowl.  He leaned against the doorway and watched as his little man fluttered around the room, preparing a meal.  There were chicken wings and drummettes, all rinsed and ready to be smothered in something, waiting in a bowl on the counter.  There was a pot with fresh broccoli and cauliflower boiling in another pot.  There was romaine lettuce, tomatoes, black olives, feta cheese, Parmesan cheese, cilantro, garlic powder, fresh garlic, Italian seasoning, and Cajun seasoning all sitting on the counter.
     "What are you making?" he queried, raising his eyebrows in curiosity when Tommy reached up to grab the flour from the cabinet and dumped some into the bowl he was stirring before grabbing the bowl of chicken and dumping them in that bowl.
     "Breaded Parmesan Chicken wings, Greek salad, a Broccoli and Califlower Rice mixture, and for dessert I'm going to make a cherry cobbler," Tommy stated without stopping or looking over at him.  Ton's stomach growled angrily at the sound of the food, desperately wanting to be fed the delightful meal right then but he knew that he would have to wait.
     "Sounds good babe," he stated as he walked up and kissed the back of Tommy's head,the smaller man had pulled his gorgeous black hair up into a ponytail at the top of his head and Ton took a moment to sniff his hair before leaning over and placing another kiss right on Tommy's mating mark.  He grinned when the other man shivered, glad to know that the mark had become an erogenous zone for his delightful mate and stood to his full height.  "I'm going to go ahead and check on things with the alpha and with the ranch, but I'll be back in an hour, is that enough time for everything to be done?" he asked.
     "That's perfect.  Just don't forget to wash your hands before you sit down to eat okay Ant?" Tommy stated as he turned up the music on his iPod home, effectively cutting off Ton's reply.  Realizing that his mate didn't need an answer and that he'd been summarily dismissed, Ton grinned again and turned to saunter out of the house.  He stepped out of his now dry, freshly painted front door and closed the door behind him.  The Texas sun was shining brightly and he wished for a moment that he'd grabbed his sunglasses from the bedroom, but realizing he was only walking from his house into the alpha's he decided against it.  No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than his wolf smelled the scent of another man on his front step.  A man he didn't know.  Sniffing around gently, he turned to face the door and saw the envelope taped to the front of it.  How had he not seen that before?
     He pulled off the envelope and saw his mate's name scrawled across the front of it.  He should probably give this to Tommy without reading it, but the feeling of trepidation that crept over his spine warned him against it and he opened it instead.  Seconds later he was glad he did when the words that had been written to his mate filled him with rage, protectiveness, possessiveness and a hint of fear:

              Hello Tommy-Boy,
                 Did you think that if you moved out to Hicksville, TX that I wouldn't find you?
                Did you think you were safe?
               You belong to me.  Always have, and always will.
              It doesn't matter how big your new boyfriend is.  He'll just fall all that harder with a bullet in his heart.  And he will fall.  And when he's dead, I'll have you and I'll listen as you cry for him.  I'll masturbate to your pitiful sounds of heartbreak and I'll come to your screams of torture as I finally, finally make you mine, in every way.
             It won't be long now, Tommy-Boy.


            Yours Forever,                A.Q.


     Someone was after his mate and this person had no problem going through  him to get the smaller man.  Ton had to protect his mate, no matter what he had to do.

Inconceivable: Part Two

Part Two:

It is sometimes the biggest accomplishment in the world to just be you.-Kate Blackwell

     Ton turned to look at his mate as the smaller man flittered around the room packing everything that he owned up into expensive looking suitcases, trunks, and overpriced bags.  Tommy seemed to have more stuff than Richard did.  He was glad that he'd decided to rent a U-Haul to drive back to Texas rather than taking a plane.  They would be paying so much more that way.  He sighed when Tommy stopped in the middle of the room and gasped.  He knew what that gasp meant, he'd heard it enough in the last three hours.  It meant that Tommy had remembered something else that he wanted to take with him.  He could only hope that it was something that he already had so that they could leave it behind.
     "What about my dishes?  My pots, pans, my blender, mixers, food processors....I love to cook Ant...I can't leave them behind!" Tommy whined slightly and Ton cringed even while a warmth bloomed within him at Tommy's nickname for him.  He nodded and then chuckled as Tommy hugged him excitedly before he raced towards the kitchen to pack it up.  His mate was beyond adorable, full of energy and life.  Always bubbly and bouncy...it was slightly exhausting.  He exhaled and shook his head.  He was fated to be married to the petite ball of energy.  That wasn't a fluke, so it was obviously for a reason.  Maybe he needed to be more bouncy?  More excitable?  He shook his head as he carried the last four suitcases into the living room and placed them on the floor.  Who was he kidding?  He was who he was, that wasn't going to change just because his mate was a little ball of energy.
     Ton turned and walked into his mate's kitchen and stopped.  When he'd come in the night before he'd followed his mate's scent back to the bedroom and waited.  He hadn't paid any attention to any other rooms. He was glad he hadn't.  Tommy's kitchen looked like a gourmet kitchen.  Ton looked around the large space in awe.  His man hadn't been kidding when he'd said he loved to cook.  He thought about his kitchen and cringed.  He'd moved into the foreman's house out behind the alpha house.  When Vet had lived there the house was clean, well...according to his standards.  Now, it looked like a big mess.  Like a tornado had blown through and left mass destruction in its wake.  Tommy's place was extremely clean.  He wondered if he was going to pester him like Richard pestered Vet.
     "My kitchen don't look like this," he admitted and saw Tommy turn to look at him and smile.
     "That's okay.  Is it this big or smaller?" the smaller man asked as he opened his refrigerator and began to clean it out.
     "It's a little smaller.  Alpha Vernon didn't really have cause to use it.  His sister Mandy used to cook up at the alpha house all the time.  Now he's living in the alpha house and Richard cooks for him there," he stated as he walked over to help.
     Tommy snorted and Ton looked over at him.  "What?" he asked with a smile on his face.
     "Richard is a better baker than a cook, but even that is very novice.  He doesn't cook, he follows directions.  A real cook, a chef, when they are making a meal, they are creating an experience.  They are creating art and a masterpiece.  I love Richard, he is one of my best friends, but he is a much better dancer than a cook," Tommy shrugged and grinned sheepishly.  "I've told him this before so no need to worry that I'm being disrespectful."
     Ton nodded and grinned.  His mate was a little spitfire when it came to cooking and he knew he was passionate in the bedroom.  He wondered where else the smaller man would prove to be passionate.
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     Four hours later the two men were finally on the road heading towards Texas.  Tommy's furniture was much nicer than what Ton had in his small three bedroom foreman's house back on the ranch so they'd decided to pack and bring most of it.  Ton still couldn't believe how much stuff his mate had.  He tried to figure out how they were going to fit it all in their small home when he realized that Tommy was bouncing in his seat.  They'd been driving steadily for about eight hours, his wolf genes making him able to drive a lot longer without getting tired, and he hadn't stopped once.  They had snacks, drinks, and Tommy had made a few small meals for them before they'd left.  So they'd been able to eat, drink and best of all get to know each other a lot better.  While he knew that he could go another two hours without having to stop and use the bathroom, his very human mate wouldn't be able to do that.  Especially since he'd watched as the smaller man had done some really intricate movements in order for his cock to not show from the front or the back.  He'd winced and whined and grabbed his own large cock in consolation, but Tommy had just grinned at him.
    "I don't do it all the time.  The tucking thing.  Just when I'm wearing tight pants or a short dress," the smaller man had explained before pulling on a plaid skirt that fell mid thigh and pulled down his white spaghetti strap shirt over the bra he wore with the inserts placed inside.  His hair had been curled in tight black ringlets below his shoulders and he'd lined his eyes, put on mascara and put on the shiniest red lipstick he'd ever seen.  He'd nodded but he'd walked funny for a while afterwards.
     Now he looked over at his mate in sympathy, "Do you need to stop and use the restroom?" he asked.  Tommy bit his lip and nodded.  He grinned and pulled off at the next exit towards the rest area.  Pulling into a parking space.  He chuckled when Tommy opened the door and hurried towards the male restrooms before the truck had come to a complete stop.  Turning off the UHAUL, he opened the door and stepped down.  Whistling, he locked both doors and walked towards the vending machines, as he got closer he heard the sounds of grunting and flesh hitting flesh.  He smirked.  It sounded as if there was a couple out there who was making good use of the relatively vacant rest area.  He couldn't wait to ask Tommy if he'd noticed who the couple was.  No sooner had that thought occurred than the strong, pungent, coppery smell of blood wafted up to his nostrils...his mate's blood.  That wasn't the sound of sex he'd heard, that was the sound of someone attacking his mate.  Without a thought for keeping his identity hidden to humans, he ripped his clothes from his body and allowed the shift to come over him, calling forth his wolf.
     His wolf was massively huge and black, he was bigger than the alpha, although the alpha was stronger in his wolf form than he was, which was as it should be.  Without another thought, he shook to be sure all of him had shifted completely and with a loud, menacing growl he raced towards the men's restrooms and his mate.  What he saw when he entered stopped his blood cold and then filled his veins with rage.  His mate was curled on the floor, his clothes ripped, his face badly beaten, his makeup smeared, his cock hanging limply, his torso covered in bruises, his ripped skirt in the corner, the cute red heels were being held in his attackers's hands as they raised them to continue with his beating.
     Ton growled low in his throat.  His mate was hurt, he could hear his heartbeat, which meant that he was alive, which is the only reason he wouldn't be killing these assholes, but they were going to wish he had.  He grinned ferociously when all three men screamed.  They were all the spitting image of snobby, preppy rich kid.  All of them wearing their khaki pants, loafers, button down shirts, and even their sweaters were tied around their necks.  Ton didn't care about that, or the fact that their hair was still so immaculately groomed.  He wanted their blood and he wanted it now.  He leaped forward and grabbed one guy, the head guy he'd assume by his actions, his jaws clamping down on his arm and jerking back.  He howled in satisfaction when the arm broke and the bone punctured the skin.  He refused to swallow the bastard's blood and spit out the small amount that had dribbled in his mouth.  His wolf was large enough to prevent the other men from leaving and in a few seconds all three men were unconscious and bleeding on the floor profusely.  Shifting back he hurried over to his mate and with a whimper picked up the smaller man in his arms.  He walked around the room, collecting Tommy's clothes and shoes, before hurrying out of the bathroom.  Looking around the wall that made up the entrance to the restroom, he saw that the area was still deserted and his clothes were still where he left them.  He scooped them up and jerked the keys out of the pockets and rushed to the UHAUL truck.  Opening the door he placed Tommy gently in the seat and quickly pulled on his pants before climbing inside the vehicle.
     Buckling in his mate, he started the truck and backed the vehicle out of the space, before driving out of the rest area quickly.  He had to find a hotel, a nice hotel, and quickly.  He needed to get his mate to a hot bath and a bed so he could assess his injuries.  He'd just found this man, this special man.  His man.  He wasn't going to let him go now.

Passion's Hero: The Beta Prince (Teaser)

Here's a brief teaser for you Tumblings, this is the first few paragraphs from the beginning of Passion's Hero: The Beta Prince.



Percival moaned and thrust his hips faster as his hand stilled on the cock it held. The feelings coursing through him were glorious, supernatural, breath-taking. He never wanted it to end...he wanted it to end so that he could do it again...he was so confused he didn't know what he wanted. He bit his lip as he struggled not to groan loudly, the coppery taste of his own blood filling his mouth.



"C'mon baby, let go, I want to see you come, I want to feel you come all over my hand," the man next to him groaned in his ear as Percival remembered his part in this mutual handjob and began stroking faster. "Oh god baby, that's it, jerk my cock, make me come." Heeding the words of the broad shouldered man, Percival pressed a finger into the slit at the head of the man's cock and grinned when he felt the larger man tense before pearly white shots of his seed exploded over his hand.
 Opening his mouth to tease the older man, Percival gasped as he felt the tingling at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm and yelled out the other man's name as his orgasm exploded over him, "Buck!"



Percy sat up in bed quickly, gasping and shaking from the after effects of his wet dream. Groaning he lay back on the bed and brushed away the tears that pooled in his eyes. He didn't know why he was still fantasizing about his one night with Buck, or rather Beta Prince Buckington Roughshire. The man was his mate, and should want to claim him, but he had rejected him and brutally tossed him aside after one passion-filled night of kisses and handjobs. He hated him...he loved him...he was his destiny. Percival sighed as he turned to climb out of bed, destiny sucked ass...and not in a good way.


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