I'm going into hiding.
Why?
It's a matter of self-preservation.
As fucked up as it sounds, too much good stuff has happened to me.
I've got three moms, nine sisters, three aunts, five brothers, two cousins, an awesome Nieceling, nephrews and a dad.
All of whom support and encourage me. All of whom love me.
Unconditionally.
Then there's Daniel, the fiance'.
A man who only sees me. He only sees Vic and it's refreshing and amazing and every time I think of him or talk to him, I can't stop smiling. He loves me and supports me, makes me laugh, and is one of the biggest reasons why I keep pushing forward, keep breathing, and why I've started singing again.
And then there's my writing.
Many of you were here when I started writing Unthinkable. You pestered me about writing more, you encouraged me, you asked me about the characters, you pointed out things to me. Thorny was the one who told me that I should make writing my new career and while his presence in the book was not widely appreciated by all, when someone saves your life twice, you thank them, very publicly. Suzi, who was determined to have me keep writing until the book was finished and equally determined for me to write Tommy's story, gave me the push that I needed to keep going. Kat, Luci, Lucy/Kat, CJ, Matt, Brad and Becky who were always my cheerleaders in the background were, a lot of times, my audience.
So when I decided to self-pub Unthinkable, I did it for you all. Then people started buying it. Then people started buying Inconceivable, and this thing, this impossible dream that I'd had for myself, this goal that you all told me to reach for, was right there. I was a writer. I was an author, and I absolutely couldn't believe it.
Then I started meeting other authors and then on Goodreads I started getting "fans" and then more and more people were adding my book to their TBR list. Then one of my big sisters, Cherie, told me about my book going up on ARe (All Romance Ebooks) and I did and within 24 hours, I'd sold more than I had any other time. Then days went by and I saw that Unthinkable and Inconceivable were shooting up into the hundreds and all of this time I'm writing A Very Tate Christmas, sort of secretly, because I wanted to surprise all of you. And that's when I got the IM from Daniel:
":O Your book Unthinkable is #9 on the ARe Bestseller list."
To be honest, I thought maybe he was reading it wrong. I was already shocked that it had gotten bestseller status in certain genres but he was making it seem as if it was the main list. I mentioned it to Cherie, who wisely went to look it up, knowing that I wouldn't do it. When she told me it was true, I was expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out and tell me that I'd been "Punk'd" by the very people that were hating on me just months ago.
But Ashton never appeared and my big sis Tay-Tay told me to enjoy my way to the top.
I thought that she was just being her usual loving, big sister self. Because my big sisters are awesome and they love their "baby bro," and I thought she was just being encouraging.
Cherie told me that my book would keep rising.
In my head I thought she was full of shit.
Why were people buying my stuff? This story that I'd written for my online blog friends and online blog family. Why were they interested in these shape shifting cowboys and their mates? I was floored and so overwhelmed that I went to bed before 4am this morning and still woke up at 8.
I only do that when I'm sick or I'm crashing.
So when I woke up and saw a "Wow. Congratz Vic! "Unthinkable" is now #5 on the ARe Bestseller List." I knew then that I needed to go into hiding. Not from writing, but to get my head around the fact that people actually want to read my stuff. That they want to actually buy my stuff and read it.
These same people turn around and buy Inconceivable and find me on GR, Facebook, Twitter, email me and tell me how much they liked or loved my books. And I am floored. I am shocked, amazed and so overwhelmed with gratitude and amazement that I have to go hide myself somewhere, be alone and wrap my head around the fact that good things are happening to me.
That good things keep happening to me.
That I didn't come out and then my world was destroyed.
But that I came out. Admitted the truth that I'd been fighting since I was a kid. Stood up for me, something I don't think I've ever done. Told those in my life to (in the words of Mary J. Blige) "Take me as I am or have nothing at all." I moved. I left the comfort and safety of conforming, of denying and repressing, and I stepped out into the light of truth and acceptance and support and encouragement and oh-my-gosh-is-this-happiness and found out how beautiful it is.
I began healing. I kept writing. I gained more friends, more family, found the love of my life, my soul's mate and kept writing. And wow, people keep buying.
I am amazed. I am overwhelmed. I am so unbelievably grateful. You all who have stuck with me through it all. You all that have joined "The Vickster" maybe a little later on down the tracks but you're on this ride, holding on just as tight as those who were here at the beginning. Even those of you who threw rocks and paint and bombs, grenades, shot bullets at "The Vickster" and never apologized when you saw that your assault was in an area that had already been assaulted or even those of you who assaulted "The Vickster" and continue to keep assaulting "The Vickster," I am thankful to all of you. Because of you, I'm here. I'm stronger. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life.
So, yes, as a matter of self-preservation so I don't "self-sabotage" myself, as I've been known to do when good things start happening, I'm going to go and hide in my Purple Fantasy Den and regroup and then come out (LOL-or rather return) and still be myself.
And keep writing.
So thank you all. Your support is invaluable to me.
Sincerely,
Vicktor Aleksandr B.
I'm not normal, I love being different, and it's one of the sexiest things about me...next to my creative brain and "Lil' Big Vic".
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Showing posts with label tate pack series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tate pack series. Show all posts
Monday, December 26, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Now You Can Track My Progress and HELP ME!
So we all know that I love to write.
Ahem. *Clears throat and points at "Buy" button on blog page*
And we know that I am now, officially, a published author.
*Waits for applause to die down*
Well, I bet you guys didn't know that I am really, really, really bad about procrastinating.
*Smiles at feigned gasps of shock*
Yes, I know, I know. That is a HUGE shocker!
Anyway the point is, a friend of mine who is also an aspiring writer told me about these nifty little progress meters that I see on like every fave author's website/blog out there. It's a way for the readers to know how far their author has gotten into writing their next book, their favorite book's sequel, or starting a new series.
And for authors like me, it gives my readers (you all-hopefully) a chance to keep me in line and headed in the right direction. Unlike other authors that I know, I THRIVE on the pressure the emails, tweets and comments telling me that you "can't wait" or to "write faster" or "hurry up"....
Okay that last one makes my eye twitch a little bit, but still.
So I found a site that does the progress meters and I put in the information for all of the books that I have blurbs/outlines/chapters for.
Some of these books are finished but I'm either editing them, expanding them, or rewriting them (for whatever reason-maybe I'm going to change one of the main characters to being a totally different race which changes the whole book-yes, I do that. Tommy from Inconceivable started out being Hispanic). So the progress meter you see is where I am in the final projection of the book.
For example: Passion's Hero: The Alpha King is going through a major rewrite/edit. It is currently sitting in my beta readers email. It has been read by another dear friend of mine who has sent me their edits/suggestions and I'm working those in but I am a perfectionist (especially with this series for some reason) so it's finished but only like a tentative completion, which is why it's still on the list and why it shows over 20, 000 words still to be written.
Anyway, so you guys can help me. If you see a book that you want me to finish (*cough* Katharina, The Cowboy's Fireman *cough*), you can send me a NICE nudge to my email or on twitter or on Goodreads or on here and say:
Aye, yo Vic (or Vee) what the fuck's up with ____________?
LOL.
Or you know, whatever variation you choose.
Isn't that convenient and sweet of me?
And plus, it helps me to stay on track because I've found that I'm very easily distracted especially with a sexy policeman in the house *watches a naked Jack walk past from shower...drool*
Wait, what was I talking about?
Oh yeah....
So you all can help me and I surely hope that you do!
The progress meters/bars are on the right side of the blog page ------>
Talk to you all soon!!
Ahem. *Clears throat and points at "Buy" button on blog page*
And we know that I am now, officially, a published author.
*Waits for applause to die down*
Well, I bet you guys didn't know that I am really, really, really bad about procrastinating.
*Smiles at feigned gasps of shock*
Yes, I know, I know. That is a HUGE shocker!
Anyway the point is, a friend of mine who is also an aspiring writer told me about these nifty little progress meters that I see on like every fave author's website/blog out there. It's a way for the readers to know how far their author has gotten into writing their next book, their favorite book's sequel, or starting a new series.
And for authors like me, it gives my readers (you all-hopefully) a chance to keep me in line and headed in the right direction. Unlike other authors that I know, I THRIVE on the pressure the emails, tweets and comments telling me that you "can't wait" or to "write faster" or "hurry up"....
Okay that last one makes my eye twitch a little bit, but still.
So I found a site that does the progress meters and I put in the information for all of the books that I have blurbs/outlines/chapters for.
Some of these books are finished but I'm either editing them, expanding them, or rewriting them (for whatever reason-maybe I'm going to change one of the main characters to being a totally different race which changes the whole book-yes, I do that. Tommy from Inconceivable started out being Hispanic). So the progress meter you see is where I am in the final projection of the book.
For example: Passion's Hero: The Alpha King is going through a major rewrite/edit. It is currently sitting in my beta readers email. It has been read by another dear friend of mine who has sent me their edits/suggestions and I'm working those in but I am a perfectionist (especially with this series for some reason) so it's finished but only like a tentative completion, which is why it's still on the list and why it shows over 20, 000 words still to be written.
Anyway, so you guys can help me. If you see a book that you want me to finish (*cough* Katharina, The Cowboy's Fireman *cough*), you can send me a NICE nudge to my email or on twitter or on Goodreads or on here and say:
Aye, yo Vic (or Vee) what the fuck's up with ____________?
LOL.
Or you know, whatever variation you choose.
Isn't that convenient and sweet of me?
And plus, it helps me to stay on track because I've found that I'm very easily distracted especially with a sexy policeman in the house *watches a naked Jack walk past from shower...drool*
Wait, what was I talking about?
Oh yeah....
So you all can help me and I surely hope that you do!
The progress meters/bars are on the right side of the blog page ------>
Talk to you all soon!!
Friday, September 16, 2011
I HAVE A DATE TONIGHT!!
Okay so apparently I'm UBER nervous about my date tonight because I went to bed this morning at 2 and then I woke up at 7, and I'm still SUPER tired but I can't get back to sleep because I'm worried about what to wear and what to pack in my overnight bag (because let's face it, it's Jack and we ALL KNOW that I'm staying over tonight).
Anyway, with all of this nervous energy in my veins it has cut off what I like to call my "creative juices." I sat for like thirty minutes with a pen in my hand and stared at the page. All I've written for "Damien & Roman: Forever" so far is "Roman's First Steps." LOL.
So I'm guessing that the gods don't want me working on that, so I will instead devote myself to doing a second edit to Passion's Hero: The Alpha King so that I can get that ready for submission. As you all may or may not know The Alpha King is my first M/M book that is Mpreg (Male Pregnancy for those who are unaware). While I enjoy the characters from The Tate Pack Series the characters from the Passion's Hero Series are like my babies, which is why I keep re-reading it and editing it and taking stuff out and putting stuff back in. *Shakes head* I told Jack about this just last night when he was talking me to sleep (seriously how interesting is soccer?) and he told me: "You just said how special this series is to you. It's your baby, to you it will never be perfect enough for publication." I wanted to deny it, but I can't, because it's a futuristic/sci fi/paranormal/mpreg type of book. Complete with shifters and aliens and humanoids and I'm just like really concerned that the readers won't be able to see the planet Tumaro and Edifice and Strawxig and Namprince and all the others the way I do.
*Sigh* I think that it's impossible for me to please myself.....with my writing anyway. LOL.
So, anyway, since I can't "create" anything new, apparently, I will just try to spruce up the old. And try really hard not to stress out about this date tonight.
BTW, I had a doctor's appointment yesterday at the VA, I was in full on Vic mode, complete with Lil' Big Vic and everything. Imagine how freaked out the MRI techs were when I had to strip down! LOL. We had such an interesting conversation about "what" I was and if I were gay. "Yes I am." "So you're a lesbian." "No." "But you just said you were gay." "I am. I should have been born Victor instead of Veronica Victorian, but regardless I love guys and I LOVE cock and a man's ass way too much to ever be anything but a gay man. So I am gay, I'm just a gay man." "Wow. So are you considering the surgery?" "Considering and already starting the process to get it all set up and ready to go." "So you're going to become a man..." "I already am a man inside." "Oh, okay..." "For the most part, I'm bi-gender. So I'm like a man who loves to top...a lot...but who likes to dress in drag every so often." "Huh...so you're kind of different huh?" "And you're just now realizing this?"
LOL. I swear the military personnel at the VA hospital will NEVER be the same. *Shrug* I do what I have to do to educate others. *Wink*
Now on to editing!
{HUGZ AND SQUEEZES AND FIST BUMPS}
V. Vee (my author name-can you guess what it stands for? LOL)
Vic/Vee
Anyway, with all of this nervous energy in my veins it has cut off what I like to call my "creative juices." I sat for like thirty minutes with a pen in my hand and stared at the page. All I've written for "Damien & Roman: Forever" so far is "Roman's First Steps." LOL.
So I'm guessing that the gods don't want me working on that, so I will instead devote myself to doing a second edit to Passion's Hero: The Alpha King so that I can get that ready for submission. As you all may or may not know The Alpha King is my first M/M book that is Mpreg (Male Pregnancy for those who are unaware). While I enjoy the characters from The Tate Pack Series the characters from the Passion's Hero Series are like my babies, which is why I keep re-reading it and editing it and taking stuff out and putting stuff back in. *Shakes head* I told Jack about this just last night when he was talking me to sleep (seriously how interesting is soccer?) and he told me: "You just said how special this series is to you. It's your baby, to you it will never be perfect enough for publication." I wanted to deny it, but I can't, because it's a futuristic/sci fi/paranormal/mpreg type of book. Complete with shifters and aliens and humanoids and I'm just like really concerned that the readers won't be able to see the planet Tumaro and Edifice and Strawxig and Namprince and all the others the way I do.
*Sigh* I think that it's impossible for me to please myself.....with my writing anyway. LOL.
So, anyway, since I can't "create" anything new, apparently, I will just try to spruce up the old. And try really hard not to stress out about this date tonight.
BTW, I had a doctor's appointment yesterday at the VA, I was in full on Vic mode, complete with Lil' Big Vic and everything. Imagine how freaked out the MRI techs were when I had to strip down! LOL. We had such an interesting conversation about "what" I was and if I were gay. "Yes I am." "So you're a lesbian." "No." "But you just said you were gay." "I am. I should have been born Victor instead of Veronica Victorian, but regardless I love guys and I LOVE cock and a man's ass way too much to ever be anything but a gay man. So I am gay, I'm just a gay man." "Wow. So are you considering the surgery?" "Considering and already starting the process to get it all set up and ready to go." "So you're going to become a man..." "I already am a man inside." "Oh, okay..." "For the most part, I'm bi-gender. So I'm like a man who loves to top...a lot...but who likes to dress in drag every so often." "Huh...so you're kind of different huh?" "And you're just now realizing this?"
LOL. I swear the military personnel at the VA hospital will NEVER be the same. *Shrug* I do what I have to do to educate others. *Wink*
Now on to editing!
{HUGZ AND SQUEEZES AND FIST BUMPS}
V. Vee (my author name-can you guess what it stands for? LOL)
Vic/Vee
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Inconceivable: Book Two of the Tate Pack Series is NOW Available!!
Blurb:
Tommy Wilkins, a.k.a. "Tammy Walks" was happy with his life as one of the highest paid drag queen performers in New York City. He had a gorgeous apartment in Greenwich Village, men throwing themselves at his feet and he had lots of money in the bank. He didn't need the family that shunned him, the boyfriend that used to beat the hell out of him or even the gorgeous sexy linebacker looking Texan cowboy, named Anton "Ton" Forrester, that his friend Richard introduced him too. All he needed was himself.
But Ton wasn't going to give up so easily because you see, Tommy is his mate, and he wants all of him, makeup, heels, dresses and costumes included. He wants to heal every scar and make the smaller man believe in love again.
There's only one problem, someone is determined to keep the two men apart, even if they have to kill Tommy to do so.
My SECOND book: Inconceivable: Book Two of the Tate Pack Series is NOW available for purchase online. And guess what? (*whispers*) This time it even has a sexy cover that I think you'll enjoy!!
And how excited am I? *Happy Dance*
And for more "Squealishousness" (Yes that's your new word for the week):
I AM NOW LISTED ON GOODREADS AS AN AUTHOR!
Oh yeah!! I am UBER excited people!!
DANCE WITH ME!! *Plays Lady Gaga and dances around room*
Tommy Wilkins, a.k.a. "Tammy Walks" was happy with his life as one of the highest paid drag queen performers in New York City. He had a gorgeous apartment in Greenwich Village, men throwing themselves at his feet and he had lots of money in the bank. He didn't need the family that shunned him, the boyfriend that used to beat the hell out of him or even the gorgeous sexy linebacker looking Texan cowboy, named Anton "Ton" Forrester, that his friend Richard introduced him too. All he needed was himself.
But Ton wasn't going to give up so easily because you see, Tommy is his mate, and he wants all of him, makeup, heels, dresses and costumes included. He wants to heal every scar and make the smaller man believe in love again.
There's only one problem, someone is determined to keep the two men apart, even if they have to kill Tommy to do so.
My SECOND book: Inconceivable: Book Two of the Tate Pack Series is NOW available for purchase online. And guess what? (*whispers*) This time it even has a sexy cover that I think you'll enjoy!!
And how excited am I? *Happy Dance*
And for more "Squealishousness" (Yes that's your new word for the week):
I AM NOW LISTED ON GOODREADS AS AN AUTHOR!
Oh yeah!! I am UBER excited people!!
DANCE WITH ME!! *Plays Lady Gaga and dances around room*
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I'M AN EFFING PUBLISHED AUTHOR!
Hey ALL!!! *Happy Dance*
So Unthinkable has been published! Woop!!! And some of you are even mentioned on the thank-you page! I'm so stinkin' excited!!! I was on the phone with Jack and he kept saying "Stop tweaking and just push accept. It's good. It's really good. I read what you sent me and I don't know why you weren't published before now, but do it. Then you'll be a published author!" I was still EXTREMELY hesitant, but then he offered me a little extra incentive {naughty grin} and. I. DID. IT!!!!
So here's the button to buy it:
I'm also putting it as a permanent part of my blog so when the rest of "The Tate Pack Series" goes up for sale you all and whoever else can just click on that and buy it.
I'm SO EXCITED!!!!
So Unthinkable has been published! Woop!!! And some of you are even mentioned on the thank-you page! I'm so stinkin' excited!!! I was on the phone with Jack and he kept saying "Stop tweaking and just push accept. It's good. It's really good. I read what you sent me and I don't know why you weren't published before now, but do it. Then you'll be a published author!" I was still EXTREMELY hesitant, but then he offered me a little extra incentive {naughty grin} and. I. DID. IT!!!!
So here's the button to buy it:
I'm also putting it as a permanent part of my blog so when the rest of "The Tate Pack Series" goes up for sale you all and whoever else can just click on that and buy it.
I'm SO EXCITED!!!!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tommy and Ton from Inconceivable-SO NSFW!
I saw this picture during my....*nervous cough* research and it sort of looks like how I picture Tommy looks. Except this guy is obviously taller, but this will give you a faint idea of what Tommy looks like. The second picture is a picture of what I imagine Ton looks like sort of. Just imagine the guy in the picture a little bit broader in the chest and his *grin* "member" a whole lot bigger. Enjoy!! (Man do I love "research"!)
Inconceivable: Part Thirteen
Part Thirteen:
Tommy looked at the brown mare with fear, his stomach roiling within him as he struggled not to turn and run for the hills. Okay, so there weren't any hills nearby, but he would certainly run for his bedroom and hide underneath the covers.
"It's not going to bite you unless you do something to piss it off," Ton whispered behind him and he nodded slowly as he bit his lip.
"Yeah, but what if she gets pisses off just because it's me on her back?" he asked in a soft voice, trying to remember what Ton had said about not spooking the horse.
"This is the same mare that Richard was first trained on. I think it would be fine for you," Ton replied, amusement evident in his voice. Tommy rolled his eyes and turned to face his mate, planting his fists on his hips.
"There is a big difference between Richard and I," he practically growled. He could see the flare of annoyance in his mate's eyes and watched as the other man squared his shoulders. Ton was fighting his wolf and Tommy knew that. He knew that the wolf was seeing insubordination in its mate and wanted to bring him to heel underneath him, but he didn't care right then. He was scared and his mate wasn't helping him by comparing him to Richard.
"And what is the difference between you and Richard? Besides the fact that you're smaller and more beautiful than Richard could even dream of being?" Ton asked, his head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. Tommy fought a blissful sigh at his mate's sweet words and shook his head.
"Thank you for the compliment but no. Richard is graceful. He's a dancer, that's sort of a requirement. He would have a very easy time flowing with the movement of the horse. Me? I can't dance worth shit and I doubt that the horse will take it easy on me if I cook for it or sing for it or teach it how to wear women's clothing properly," he pointed out and heard the whine in his voice...which he found perfectly justified. He watched as Ton's lips tightened as if he were struggling not to laugh and he grew even more annoyed.
"Well have you offered that to the horse? Maybe she'd like that," Ton muttered seconds before bursting into loud howls of laughter. Tommy crossed his arms and glared at his mate. Was he seriously finding this amusing? What was amusing about this? Tommy was terrified. Terrified of being on that horse. He was scared of what would happen to him and what he would do accidentally. He didn't know enough about horses, about riding horses to even begin to sit on one, much less ride it.
Not for the first time he wished that Ton was an alpha so that they could share a mental link as well, just like Richard and Vet. It was something exclusive to alphas and if Ton should ever become the alpha of his own pack then he and Tommy would have a mental link, but for now all they had was a hyper awareness of each other, a need to protect, care for, and love each other, although Ton had yet to admit to feeling such a thing, and a desire for each other. A fierce, aching desire. One that overwhelmed all rational thought. They could sense each other's feelings which was sort of good, but he wanted Ton to be able to see what he saw whenever he looked up at that horse.
"What has you so scared beautiful? Why are you so afraid of riding this horse?" Ton stepped closer to him and bent low to speak directly into his ear. Tommy shivered as his mate's warm breath brushed against his neck, goose bumps rising along his skin and his cock growing hard behind the zipper of his jeans.
"Every time I look at this horse, all I see is me falling off of it. I see me falling off, breaking my arms, my legs, my back, my neck when I hit the ground and then I see the horse getting spooked by my cries of pain and her clomping down on top of me, killing me, as she's running away," Tommy admitted softly. He waited for Ton's laughter and when none came, he chanced a glance up at the bigger man's face.
Ton didn't look amused or disappointed, he looked...caring. His eyes had softened considerably and he saw genuine caring there for him. He was baffled at this response, especially since he had been expecting another one. He could have handled Ton being angry with him, teasing him, being disappointed in him...they were all emotions expressed by different people in his life the day he'd come out as being gay and then again when he'd come out as being a cross-dressing drag queen. But this? This...caring? This look of possessiveness and kind indulgence? What the hell was he supposed to do with that?
He opened his mouth to make an innuendo about riding Ton instead when Ton spoke and shocked him into silence.
"I'll ride with you," the other man said.
Tommy stood there in a daze. No one had ever volunteered to take care of him like that, especially not in the face of all of his drama, paranoias and fears. Richard was nice, loving also, but Tommy knew that sometimes his best friend got annoyed by the sound of "I can't do that" forever leaving Tommy's lips and Tommy always felt bad about saying it, but who would understand his irrational fears and still love him regardless? It was why he'd been content with the short-term affairs and week-long flings he'd found himself in over the years. He'd never had a partner, much less thought that he'd have a mate, someone that fate had sat aside just for him. He was floored with emotion.
His eyes filled with tears and he launched himself into Ton's arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he muttered over and over again as he kissed every inch of Ton's face and neck, his legs wrapped around the other man's waist, his hands holding his face as he kissed him. He heard Ton chuckle over his exuberant reaction and pulled back to smile into his arms.
"If I had known that that was all it took to get you to ride this damn horse, I would have offered a fucking hour ago, when we first got out here," Ton teased before setting Tommy down on his feet.
Tommy didn't even mind the teasing now and just offered his mate a big grin. He was going to ride a horse for the first time in his life...with his mate. Someone who cared enough about him to ride on the horse with him.
"Now, I'm going to put you on the horse first, you just find your seat in the saddle, that's the place where you feel most comfortable, and then I'll mount up behind you and we'll be off," Ton said with a blush at his words. Tommy decided to let him pass on that one, since he seemed to already know what he'd said and his mind had apparently already gone to that place...or at least that's what the thick bulge straining the fabric of his jeans hinted at.
Tommy walked back over to the horse with determined strides and stood next to it. He felt Ton kneel down next to him and offer to boost him up into the saddle. Putting his right foot in the stirrup, he lifted his left foot into Ton's hands and then with a one-two bounce, lifted his leg up gracefully over the side of the horse and sat down very close to the saddle horn, almost knocking his testicles into the hard piece of...leather? Plastic? Well, whatever the hell it was, it would have hurt him badly if he'd sat down on top of that.
His mind had so wandered that he didn't realize that Ton was behind him until he felt the horse shift and then felt Ton's arm wrap around his middle and pull him back tightly into his chest. Both men groaned at their close proximity to each other and Tommy found himself wondering what it would feel like to have Ton fuck him on the back of a horse.
"It's definitely something that we'll have to try out," he heard Ton growl in a low voice full of arousal and Tommy realized that he'd spoken aloud. Blushing, he turned his head to the side and kissed Ton deeply, their tongues dueling, that feeling of being swept under the maelstrom that was Ton rising over him again and it was with great reluctance that he pulled his lips away from the other man's and turned back to face forward.
He took a shuddering breath and felt Ton take his own just moments later. He struggled to clear his mind of its lust induced fog and cleared his throat before speaking.
"So where are we riding to?" he questioned. He felt Ton's erection against his ass and he struggled not to squirm
"I figured since this is your first time that we'd just kinda ride around the corral. You know real easy and gentle like. The saddity folks call that a canter," Ton responded before pressing his booted heels into the horse's flanks and setting them off at a slow pace.
"A canter is what the other people call it. What do you call it Ant?" Tommy asked, one hand holding onto the saddle horn for dear life, the other one held tightly to the arm that Ton had wrapped around his waist, Ton's other hand held the reigns.
"Oh I don't know, a trot. Vet and Richard started calling it a canter. I just say a slow, easy ride," Ton responded.
Feeling a little more comfortable on the horse, Tommy felt his body start to relax and so he answered back cheekily, "Well, it'd be nice to have a slow, easy ride for once, all you ever give me is fast and hard ones."
"You sure aren't complaining when you're shooting your load all over yourself," he heard Ton's teasing reply.
Tommy never got a chance to respond because at that moment three gunshots sounded in rapid succession. One hit Ton in the leg, one hit the horse, Catherine, in her chest, killing her instantly and the other ripped through Tommy's spinal column.
All three bodies went down. First Catherine's body tilted to the ground taking the bodies with her, landing half on top of Tommy, who couldn't move and wasn't breathing and half on Ton who was screaming for help and attempting to free himself so that he could shift and heal and then take his mate to the hospital to be cared for, before he returned to the woods to kill Adam Quinn because he knew that it was him that had shot at them.
Tommy's thoughts were a jumbled mess. He knew that Catherine was dead, but that he and Ton were alive. He could hear Ton cussing up a blue streak about "the damn bullet" in his leg, the horse on top of him and his mate and the bullet lodged in Tommy's spine. He also knew that he couldn't move or feel his legs, though his arms and hands were just fine, as was his head. He looked down at his legs, his useless legs and then over at Ton. Would the man still want him if he couldn't walk anymore? What about having sex? What if he was incapable of getting an erection? What if he couldn't have an orgasm anymore?
These thoughts swirled through his head like a tornado until finally the blessed darkness washed over him, taking away the thoughts, the fears and most of all the sound of Ton's fear-filled profanity and the sound of Richard's pleas to be "okay." He'd never be okay again. And with that last thought he closed his eyes and knew no more.
Tommy looked at the brown mare with fear, his stomach roiling within him as he struggled not to turn and run for the hills. Okay, so there weren't any hills nearby, but he would certainly run for his bedroom and hide underneath the covers.
"It's not going to bite you unless you do something to piss it off," Ton whispered behind him and he nodded slowly as he bit his lip.
"Yeah, but what if she gets pisses off just because it's me on her back?" he asked in a soft voice, trying to remember what Ton had said about not spooking the horse.
"This is the same mare that Richard was first trained on. I think it would be fine for you," Ton replied, amusement evident in his voice. Tommy rolled his eyes and turned to face his mate, planting his fists on his hips.
"There is a big difference between Richard and I," he practically growled. He could see the flare of annoyance in his mate's eyes and watched as the other man squared his shoulders. Ton was fighting his wolf and Tommy knew that. He knew that the wolf was seeing insubordination in its mate and wanted to bring him to heel underneath him, but he didn't care right then. He was scared and his mate wasn't helping him by comparing him to Richard.
"And what is the difference between you and Richard? Besides the fact that you're smaller and more beautiful than Richard could even dream of being?" Ton asked, his head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. Tommy fought a blissful sigh at his mate's sweet words and shook his head.
"Thank you for the compliment but no. Richard is graceful. He's a dancer, that's sort of a requirement. He would have a very easy time flowing with the movement of the horse. Me? I can't dance worth shit and I doubt that the horse will take it easy on me if I cook for it or sing for it or teach it how to wear women's clothing properly," he pointed out and heard the whine in his voice...which he found perfectly justified. He watched as Ton's lips tightened as if he were struggling not to laugh and he grew even more annoyed.
"Well have you offered that to the horse? Maybe she'd like that," Ton muttered seconds before bursting into loud howls of laughter. Tommy crossed his arms and glared at his mate. Was he seriously finding this amusing? What was amusing about this? Tommy was terrified. Terrified of being on that horse. He was scared of what would happen to him and what he would do accidentally. He didn't know enough about horses, about riding horses to even begin to sit on one, much less ride it.
Not for the first time he wished that Ton was an alpha so that they could share a mental link as well, just like Richard and Vet. It was something exclusive to alphas and if Ton should ever become the alpha of his own pack then he and Tommy would have a mental link, but for now all they had was a hyper awareness of each other, a need to protect, care for, and love each other, although Ton had yet to admit to feeling such a thing, and a desire for each other. A fierce, aching desire. One that overwhelmed all rational thought. They could sense each other's feelings which was sort of good, but he wanted Ton to be able to see what he saw whenever he looked up at that horse.
"What has you so scared beautiful? Why are you so afraid of riding this horse?" Ton stepped closer to him and bent low to speak directly into his ear. Tommy shivered as his mate's warm breath brushed against his neck, goose bumps rising along his skin and his cock growing hard behind the zipper of his jeans.
"Every time I look at this horse, all I see is me falling off of it. I see me falling off, breaking my arms, my legs, my back, my neck when I hit the ground and then I see the horse getting spooked by my cries of pain and her clomping down on top of me, killing me, as she's running away," Tommy admitted softly. He waited for Ton's laughter and when none came, he chanced a glance up at the bigger man's face.
Ton didn't look amused or disappointed, he looked...caring. His eyes had softened considerably and he saw genuine caring there for him. He was baffled at this response, especially since he had been expecting another one. He could have handled Ton being angry with him, teasing him, being disappointed in him...they were all emotions expressed by different people in his life the day he'd come out as being gay and then again when he'd come out as being a cross-dressing drag queen. But this? This...caring? This look of possessiveness and kind indulgence? What the hell was he supposed to do with that?
He opened his mouth to make an innuendo about riding Ton instead when Ton spoke and shocked him into silence.
"I'll ride with you," the other man said.
Tommy stood there in a daze. No one had ever volunteered to take care of him like that, especially not in the face of all of his drama, paranoias and fears. Richard was nice, loving also, but Tommy knew that sometimes his best friend got annoyed by the sound of "I can't do that" forever leaving Tommy's lips and Tommy always felt bad about saying it, but who would understand his irrational fears and still love him regardless? It was why he'd been content with the short-term affairs and week-long flings he'd found himself in over the years. He'd never had a partner, much less thought that he'd have a mate, someone that fate had sat aside just for him. He was floored with emotion.
His eyes filled with tears and he launched himself into Ton's arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he muttered over and over again as he kissed every inch of Ton's face and neck, his legs wrapped around the other man's waist, his hands holding his face as he kissed him. He heard Ton chuckle over his exuberant reaction and pulled back to smile into his arms.
"If I had known that that was all it took to get you to ride this damn horse, I would have offered a fucking hour ago, when we first got out here," Ton teased before setting Tommy down on his feet.
Tommy didn't even mind the teasing now and just offered his mate a big grin. He was going to ride a horse for the first time in his life...with his mate. Someone who cared enough about him to ride on the horse with him.
"Now, I'm going to put you on the horse first, you just find your seat in the saddle, that's the place where you feel most comfortable, and then I'll mount up behind you and we'll be off," Ton said with a blush at his words. Tommy decided to let him pass on that one, since he seemed to already know what he'd said and his mind had apparently already gone to that place...or at least that's what the thick bulge straining the fabric of his jeans hinted at.
Tommy walked back over to the horse with determined strides and stood next to it. He felt Ton kneel down next to him and offer to boost him up into the saddle. Putting his right foot in the stirrup, he lifted his left foot into Ton's hands and then with a one-two bounce, lifted his leg up gracefully over the side of the horse and sat down very close to the saddle horn, almost knocking his testicles into the hard piece of...leather? Plastic? Well, whatever the hell it was, it would have hurt him badly if he'd sat down on top of that.
His mind had so wandered that he didn't realize that Ton was behind him until he felt the horse shift and then felt Ton's arm wrap around his middle and pull him back tightly into his chest. Both men groaned at their close proximity to each other and Tommy found himself wondering what it would feel like to have Ton fuck him on the back of a horse.
"It's definitely something that we'll have to try out," he heard Ton growl in a low voice full of arousal and Tommy realized that he'd spoken aloud. Blushing, he turned his head to the side and kissed Ton deeply, their tongues dueling, that feeling of being swept under the maelstrom that was Ton rising over him again and it was with great reluctance that he pulled his lips away from the other man's and turned back to face forward.
He took a shuddering breath and felt Ton take his own just moments later. He struggled to clear his mind of its lust induced fog and cleared his throat before speaking.
"So where are we riding to?" he questioned. He felt Ton's erection against his ass and he struggled not to squirm
"I figured since this is your first time that we'd just kinda ride around the corral. You know real easy and gentle like. The saddity folks call that a canter," Ton responded before pressing his booted heels into the horse's flanks and setting them off at a slow pace.
"A canter is what the other people call it. What do you call it Ant?" Tommy asked, one hand holding onto the saddle horn for dear life, the other one held tightly to the arm that Ton had wrapped around his waist, Ton's other hand held the reigns.
"Oh I don't know, a trot. Vet and Richard started calling it a canter. I just say a slow, easy ride," Ton responded.
Feeling a little more comfortable on the horse, Tommy felt his body start to relax and so he answered back cheekily, "Well, it'd be nice to have a slow, easy ride for once, all you ever give me is fast and hard ones."
"You sure aren't complaining when you're shooting your load all over yourself," he heard Ton's teasing reply.
Tommy never got a chance to respond because at that moment three gunshots sounded in rapid succession. One hit Ton in the leg, one hit the horse, Catherine, in her chest, killing her instantly and the other ripped through Tommy's spinal column.
All three bodies went down. First Catherine's body tilted to the ground taking the bodies with her, landing half on top of Tommy, who couldn't move and wasn't breathing and half on Ton who was screaming for help and attempting to free himself so that he could shift and heal and then take his mate to the hospital to be cared for, before he returned to the woods to kill Adam Quinn because he knew that it was him that had shot at them.
Tommy's thoughts were a jumbled mess. He knew that Catherine was dead, but that he and Ton were alive. He could hear Ton cussing up a blue streak about "the damn bullet" in his leg, the horse on top of him and his mate and the bullet lodged in Tommy's spine. He also knew that he couldn't move or feel his legs, though his arms and hands were just fine, as was his head. He looked down at his legs, his useless legs and then over at Ton. Would the man still want him if he couldn't walk anymore? What about having sex? What if he was incapable of getting an erection? What if he couldn't have an orgasm anymore?
These thoughts swirled through his head like a tornado until finally the blessed darkness washed over him, taking away the thoughts, the fears and most of all the sound of Ton's fear-filled profanity and the sound of Richard's pleas to be "okay." He'd never be okay again. And with that last thought he closed his eyes and knew no more.
Friday, September 9, 2011
A Peek Inside My Twisted Mind
So when I am writing a book, it's not unusual for that book to spin off and become a series. I mean, hell, Passion's Hero: The Alpha King was originally supposed to be just one book named "Passion's Hero" but now it's a 5 book series with a spin-off series: Love's Savior that's 15 books. And yes, every single book already has an outline and a beginning.
So you'd think that'd be enough for me...not even by a little bit. I get the idea for "Markus Fucking Nelson" which is a contemporary book written in first person. Then there's the "Sacred Duets" series that I got an idea for, 5 books, paranormal, elves and magics, with the first book having a transgendered main character (yeah, I went there).
Again you'd think that would be enough and my brain would shut off. No! I decided I wanted to write some online fiction and so "The Tate Pack" series was born. Again, it started off as only one story "Unthinkable" but as you can see I'm currently writing "Inconceivable" there are two more stories: "Unassumed" and "Incapable" to come.
Then my brain, my lovely TWISTED mind that apparently loves to torture me and never let up on the ideas gave me seven, yes SEVEN more books.
*Sigh*
So I thought I'd give you all a peek into my twisted mind and post up four of the descriptions for the new books that I'm going to be writing. In my personal descriptions I have more written but I'm just giving you all some teasers (have to keep you interested). Have fun! LOL. You have been warned.
So you'd think that'd be enough for me...not even by a little bit. I get the idea for "Markus Fucking Nelson" which is a contemporary book written in first person. Then there's the "Sacred Duets" series that I got an idea for, 5 books, paranormal, elves and magics, with the first book having a transgendered main character (yeah, I went there).
Again you'd think that would be enough and my brain would shut off. No! I decided I wanted to write some online fiction and so "The Tate Pack" series was born. Again, it started off as only one story "Unthinkable" but as you can see I'm currently writing "Inconceivable" there are two more stories: "Unassumed" and "Incapable" to come.
Then my brain, my lovely TWISTED mind that apparently loves to torture me and never let up on the ideas gave me seven, yes SEVEN more books.
*Sigh*
So I thought I'd give you all a peek into my twisted mind and post up four of the descriptions for the new books that I'm going to be writing. In my personal descriptions I have more written but I'm just giving you all some teasers (have to keep you interested). Have fun! LOL. You have been warned.
Collegiate Affair:
Young boy meets older gentleman during the summer at a retreat where he works. They begin an affair that turns into a relationship that they both want to extend past that summer. The older gentleman is a professor at a college in the next major city. The young boy finds out that he will be getting scholarship money so that he can attend college, the one he always wanted to go to, which is the exact same college. The two of them try to maintain the secrecy of their relationship in the face of university rules and regulations, the young boy's experience as an older freshman student, the older gentleman's desire for stability and long term and the differences in their families, backgrounds, education and expectations....
Love's Enslavement:
Two young boys, one black and one white grow up together during the time of slavery. Both of them are gay and fall in love with each other, but it is illegal for them, not only because the black boy is a slave but because homosexuality is a crime. They both fight in the Civil War and they lose track of each other. By some miracle they both make it out of the war alive, but the black man loses his arm and goes blind in one eye. The white boy sees him being dropped off in front of a dilapidated house and takes him in to care for him. Their roles reverse then and the white man is taking care of the black man....
www.NewChances.com:
Two men meet online and begin a friendship. They eventually meet up in person and find that trying to bring their love from online into reality is going to take a lot of hard work and dedication. Especially since one of the men has children (wife passed away-she knew he was bisexual), and the other man has a high powered job that keeps him on the road all of the time. They are in love and move in together but there are issues that arise that they were not expecting and have to fight to stay together, especially when someone tries to get the children taken away and tries to get them to break up. The man with the children has to choose his children of course, because they're young, but where does that leave his new love....
Damien & Roman Forever:
An established couple: Damien and Roman. Roman used to be a woman (Rachelle) and has gone through the genital reassignment surgery to become a man. Damien knows this, he supported him through the whole thing. Before Roman got the surgery, the two of them did IVF and gave birth to quads. So they are two men, married, raising children in the "Bible Belt" (Tennessee, Oklahoma or Ohio). Roman works as a screenwriter and as a m/m romance novelist while Damien is an architect. Damien is Caucasian, big and muscled, average looking in heights, though he has a gorgeous body. Roman is African-American, slender, though still muscled, and extremely beautiful. They met through Damien's brother-in-law, Cody, who married Damien's brother, Kelvin. Cody is Roman's best friend. The book is written as if the two men are being interviewed by the reader. They are asked how they met, how they came out, when they fell in love, about their kids, their lives together, if they've ever had any problems together (Roman will share a story about the two of them being out together and one of the kids crying and throwing a fit and pulling away from him and how one woman called security because she thought that the children had either been kidnapped or that they belonged to Damien. She is very nasty and spews out hate speech, both about their sexuality and Roman's race. Roman tells the reader how happy he was to be able to tell her that he used to be a woman and that all four of the children BIOLOGICALLY belonged to him and his husband Damien.), and what their plans are for the future. They talk about the big argument that led to their separation....
So what do you guys think? Would you read any of these books?
{HUGZ AND SQUEEZES}
Vee/Vic
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Inconceivable: Part Eleven-NSFW
Part Eleven:
It wasn't the sound of the rooster crowing that woke him up or even the sound of manly shouts as horses were trained and cattle were branded. The sound of a working farm and dude ranch did not wake him from the deep comatose-like sleep that he'd been in. What woke Tommy up from the seductive dreams of him in the arms of his mate was the voice of said mate in rumbling through his chest and into his ear. He could tell by the staccato sounds that Ton was talking in his sleep, but he'd mentioned Tommy's name so he had to listen right?
"Mine. My Tommy. Nngholof. Mate. Love..." Ton's deep voice flowed over him and at the last word Tommy felt his heart clench and the breath catch in his throat. Did Ton say love? Tommy eased out of Ton's arms, which were wrapped around him firmly, and sat up to look down at his lover. His eyes closed and he breathed a soft sigh of frustration as he pushed his hands through his unruly curls. When he'd told Ton that he loved him the night before the other man had kissed him so passionately and then made such tender love to him that he knew what he was trying to say without him actually saying it. He'd been fine with that but now hearing Ton actually say the word love made him realize that he wanted to hear the cowboy actually admit that he felt that way with his words.
"Wow Tommy, unsatisfied much?" he muttered to himself before sliding out of bed slowly and walking towards the bathroom. What was wrong with him? He'd told himself that there was no way that he'd allow himself to fall in love with the cowboy but after one of the most intense orgasms of his life he'd just blurted it out. As memories of the night before washed over him, Tommy shivered and felt his cock swell. He groaned and turned on the hot water in the shower. With every remembered caress, every remembered kiss, he felt his shaft grow harder and his heart sped up. Stepping into the flow of hot water, the steam filling the room, he groaned again. Soaping up his hands with the vanilla and cucumber scented body wash that he'd had specially made, he ran his hands over his torso and thighs, avoiding his leaking cock. Turning to rinse his front, he hissed as his dick made contact with the water and began to wash his back and ass. As his fingers drifted through his crease he remembered the feel of Ton's tongue playing with his pink hole and his knees weakened. Closing his eyes he knew that if he didn't come soon that he would be walking around in a perpetual state of arousal and being around a bunch of male wolf shifters, that wasn't such a good idea.
Pouring the bath wash into his hands, he wrapped one hand around his aching cock and then drifted the fingers of his other hand to the crease of his ass. He teased his hole with one finger as his hand drifted up his shaft. He stuck the tip of one finger in his ass as he stroked down his erection. He pulled his hand up his length as he pulled his finger out of his hole and as he stroked one hand down, he thrust the finger of his other hand in. His heartbeat sped up and he imagined Ton coming into the bathroom at that moment to see him getting himself off in the shower and he felt his erection grow in his hand. It wasn't long before he had a rhythm going, his hand stroking and twisting on his cock in symphony with the thrusting of his fingers. For every introduction of a new finger, he flicked the nail of his finger into the slit at the head of his erection. Leaning against the tiled wall he felt the tingle at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm.
He was grunting now, his breath stuttering out of his chest, his eyes squeezed shut, his ass clenching he three fingers that he had thrusting inside of him, fucking himself as his other hand stroked and squeezed and pumped his red cock, the head turning almost purple with the force of his desire. At long last his mind conjured an image of Ton, canines extended, leaning over him to bite into his neck, marking him again, claiming him once more and with wailing cry and a jerk of his hips, his orgasm swept over him, stealing his breath and knocking the strength from his knees. He pulled his finger free from his hole and let go of his still spurting erection and caught himself on his hands and knees, the water pounding down on his body as he shook under the force of his orgasm. His breath was harsh as he attempted to calm himself after the overpowering eruption and he chuckled after a minute.
"So apparently I've become a masochist or a pain slut if the thought of Ton biting me is what gets me off," he muttered to himself. He shook his head and leaned over to grab the shampoo from where it rested on the corner of the tub. Quickly shampooing and conditioning his hair, he rinsed and finally stood and turned off the water. Squeezing the excess water out of his hair, he was unaware of his mate, a huge grin of satisfaction and pride on his face, wiping the traces of his own orgasm off of his hand and slowly walking back to their bed, unnoticed.
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Tommy looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He may not be able to pull off cowboy, but he could pull off dragboy to perfection. He walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Ton who sat on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots. Tilting out one hip, Tommy put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side, his brand new red Stetson pulled low over one eye, his jeans molded perfectly to his thin frame, his red and brown checkered shirt tied above his belly button, brown boots with a small heel encased his feet and he'd found the greatest belt buckle to put to complete his ensemble...one of a wolf howling at the moon. He watched as Ton's eyes took in all of this, cataloging how his hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail, his eyes had been lined with a thin brown line, his lashes buffed with mascara and his lips shone with red lipstick. He'd decided to not put on his bra so his shirt clung to his thin frame and he hadn't tucked so his bulge was displayed prominently. He knew that he looked good but he was glad when Ton confirmed it, his voice a sexy growl.
"Goddammit baby. You're the sexiest fucking cowboy I've ever seen." Tommy watched as Ton's face roved his body again and felt his cock beginning to stir.
"Thank you," he whispered. He swallowed thickly as Ton stood up and prowled towards him. They were supposed to be meeting Vet and Richard outside by the corrals in five minutes so that Tommy could choose a horse that he could ride, but all thoughts of their previous obligations flew out of his mind as he looked into his mate's hungry gaze. He wanted Ton to ravish him. He wanted the big man to rip the clothes from his body and fuck him on the floor until he passed out, just like the night before.
His breath rasped out of his chest harshly, his eyes becoming heavy lidded as Ton knelt before him. He looked down at the other man and groaned at the sight there. Tommy was a dedicated bottom and he knew that when it came to the bedroom he was happily submissive to his larger, more dominant mate, but looking down at his mate, watching as this bigger man, this more powerful man knelt before him, offering him pleasure, made him harder than he'd ever been before.
Ton unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and had him unzipped and his aching cock pulled out before he could draw his next breath. He felt his limbs shake as Ton took him in hand and began to lick at the head of his erection as if he were licking a dripping ice cream cone. Tommy snorted mentally, well his cock was dripping like one, so he guessed the analogy was correct. His attention focused and his brain melted the moment he felt Ton's lips close over his swollen cock. He groaned and dropped his hands to Ton's shoulders, gripping them tightly as he felt the wet heat of his mate's mouth surround him. He felt one of Ton's hands reach around his hip and drift down to his clenching hole while the other hand moved down to grab his balls. He felt Ton rolling his balls around in his hand at the exact moment that he pierced his clenching hole with one of his thick fingers. Without thought he thrust into his mate's mouth, feeling the head of his cock slide into the man's throat.
Twin groans echoed throughout the room and he looked down and saw Ton looking back up at him. When he saw the small nod and the wink from the bigger man he knew that he'd been given permission to thrust. So without thought, he began thrusting into Ton's mouth and then back on the two...no the three fingers that were fucking his hole, he felt Ton pull down lightly on his balls before squeezing them in his firm grasp and grunted as he began to fuck his mate's mouth faster. Ton took it all and Tommy knew that he'd have to ask the man about his non-existent gag reflex. It was amazing.
Tommy felt his balls draw up close to his body and he knew that he was about to blow his load. "A-A-Ant," he panted as his hand moved to the back of the other man's head and he thrust deeper into Ton's throat and further back onto his fingers. He saw Ton nod and with a delighted cry he shot stream after stream of his seed down the man's throat. He felt Ton move his head back some to collect the rest of his come in his mouth and once he'd grown soft in the other man's mouth, Tommy felt Ton pull away and hurriedly unbuckle his pants and pull down his boxers until his own cock and balls were free. Tommy anticipated the moment that Ton shot his load all over him, so he watched in fascination when Ton let the remainder of Tommy's come and his own saliva dribble out of his mouth and onto his own leaking cock.
He squealed when he felt Ton grab his legs and quickly divest him of his left boot before pulling his left leg free of his jeans. Ton lifted Tommy's left leg in the air and leaning over placed his cock at the smaller man's tight entrance. Tommy watched in fascinated anticipation as he felt his mate push into his body. He felt as the the ridge at the head of Ton's cock grazed his prostate and he groaned as his cock began to stir again. Ton pulled back out slowly and Tommy groaned again. Out was so good...so good. He moaned as Ton pushed back into him and heard as the other man whispered his name. Ton began thrusting into him, slow and deep, his strokes measured and Tommy moaned as he felt every stroke deep within him, so deep that it felt as if they were touching his heart. It wasn't long before Ton had put both of Tommy's legs over his shoulders and Tommy yelled as he felt the man move even deeper within him.
This was how he was going to die. His mate was going to fuck him to death. He thrashed on the floor, his head moving from side to side, his hands clutching the carpet, Ton's shoulders, stroking his dick, pulling on his balls, a stream of broken words and profanity vetting forth from his lips. He could tell that Ton was close as well, the bigger man's rhythm growing frantic and uncoordinated. A few strokes later, Tommy felt his back arch and his head went back as he screamed out his cowboy's name. Distantly he heard Ton's voice join his before he collapsed back onto the floor, Ton falling forward on top of him. Tommy knew that he should feel squished, but he felt safe and comforted...loved.
That feeling disappeared quickly, however, when he heard clapping and looked up to their bedroom doorway where Richard and Vet stood clapping, wide grins on their faces.
"Now I see why you both watched us. That was hot!" Richard said with a grin and Tommy merely groaned in embarrassment.
It wasn't the sound of the rooster crowing that woke him up or even the sound of manly shouts as horses were trained and cattle were branded. The sound of a working farm and dude ranch did not wake him from the deep comatose-like sleep that he'd been in. What woke Tommy up from the seductive dreams of him in the arms of his mate was the voice of said mate in rumbling through his chest and into his ear. He could tell by the staccato sounds that Ton was talking in his sleep, but he'd mentioned Tommy's name so he had to listen right?
"Mine. My Tommy. Nngholof. Mate. Love..." Ton's deep voice flowed over him and at the last word Tommy felt his heart clench and the breath catch in his throat. Did Ton say love? Tommy eased out of Ton's arms, which were wrapped around him firmly, and sat up to look down at his lover. His eyes closed and he breathed a soft sigh of frustration as he pushed his hands through his unruly curls. When he'd told Ton that he loved him the night before the other man had kissed him so passionately and then made such tender love to him that he knew what he was trying to say without him actually saying it. He'd been fine with that but now hearing Ton actually say the word love made him realize that he wanted to hear the cowboy actually admit that he felt that way with his words.
"Wow Tommy, unsatisfied much?" he muttered to himself before sliding out of bed slowly and walking towards the bathroom. What was wrong with him? He'd told himself that there was no way that he'd allow himself to fall in love with the cowboy but after one of the most intense orgasms of his life he'd just blurted it out. As memories of the night before washed over him, Tommy shivered and felt his cock swell. He groaned and turned on the hot water in the shower. With every remembered caress, every remembered kiss, he felt his shaft grow harder and his heart sped up. Stepping into the flow of hot water, the steam filling the room, he groaned again. Soaping up his hands with the vanilla and cucumber scented body wash that he'd had specially made, he ran his hands over his torso and thighs, avoiding his leaking cock. Turning to rinse his front, he hissed as his dick made contact with the water and began to wash his back and ass. As his fingers drifted through his crease he remembered the feel of Ton's tongue playing with his pink hole and his knees weakened. Closing his eyes he knew that if he didn't come soon that he would be walking around in a perpetual state of arousal and being around a bunch of male wolf shifters, that wasn't such a good idea.
Pouring the bath wash into his hands, he wrapped one hand around his aching cock and then drifted the fingers of his other hand to the crease of his ass. He teased his hole with one finger as his hand drifted up his shaft. He stuck the tip of one finger in his ass as he stroked down his erection. He pulled his hand up his length as he pulled his finger out of his hole and as he stroked one hand down, he thrust the finger of his other hand in. His heartbeat sped up and he imagined Ton coming into the bathroom at that moment to see him getting himself off in the shower and he felt his erection grow in his hand. It wasn't long before he had a rhythm going, his hand stroking and twisting on his cock in symphony with the thrusting of his fingers. For every introduction of a new finger, he flicked the nail of his finger into the slit at the head of his erection. Leaning against the tiled wall he felt the tingle at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm.
He was grunting now, his breath stuttering out of his chest, his eyes squeezed shut, his ass clenching he three fingers that he had thrusting inside of him, fucking himself as his other hand stroked and squeezed and pumped his red cock, the head turning almost purple with the force of his desire. At long last his mind conjured an image of Ton, canines extended, leaning over him to bite into his neck, marking him again, claiming him once more and with wailing cry and a jerk of his hips, his orgasm swept over him, stealing his breath and knocking the strength from his knees. He pulled his finger free from his hole and let go of his still spurting erection and caught himself on his hands and knees, the water pounding down on his body as he shook under the force of his orgasm. His breath was harsh as he attempted to calm himself after the overpowering eruption and he chuckled after a minute.
"So apparently I've become a masochist or a pain slut if the thought of Ton biting me is what gets me off," he muttered to himself. He shook his head and leaned over to grab the shampoo from where it rested on the corner of the tub. Quickly shampooing and conditioning his hair, he rinsed and finally stood and turned off the water. Squeezing the excess water out of his hair, he was unaware of his mate, a huge grin of satisfaction and pride on his face, wiping the traces of his own orgasm off of his hand and slowly walking back to their bed, unnoticed.
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Tommy looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He may not be able to pull off cowboy, but he could pull off dragboy to perfection. He walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Ton who sat on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots. Tilting out one hip, Tommy put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side, his brand new red Stetson pulled low over one eye, his jeans molded perfectly to his thin frame, his red and brown checkered shirt tied above his belly button, brown boots with a small heel encased his feet and he'd found the greatest belt buckle to put to complete his ensemble...one of a wolf howling at the moon. He watched as Ton's eyes took in all of this, cataloging how his hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail, his eyes had been lined with a thin brown line, his lashes buffed with mascara and his lips shone with red lipstick. He'd decided to not put on his bra so his shirt clung to his thin frame and he hadn't tucked so his bulge was displayed prominently. He knew that he looked good but he was glad when Ton confirmed it, his voice a sexy growl.
"Goddammit baby. You're the sexiest fucking cowboy I've ever seen." Tommy watched as Ton's face roved his body again and felt his cock beginning to stir.
"Thank you," he whispered. He swallowed thickly as Ton stood up and prowled towards him. They were supposed to be meeting Vet and Richard outside by the corrals in five minutes so that Tommy could choose a horse that he could ride, but all thoughts of their previous obligations flew out of his mind as he looked into his mate's hungry gaze. He wanted Ton to ravish him. He wanted the big man to rip the clothes from his body and fuck him on the floor until he passed out, just like the night before.
His breath rasped out of his chest harshly, his eyes becoming heavy lidded as Ton knelt before him. He looked down at the other man and groaned at the sight there. Tommy was a dedicated bottom and he knew that when it came to the bedroom he was happily submissive to his larger, more dominant mate, but looking down at his mate, watching as this bigger man, this more powerful man knelt before him, offering him pleasure, made him harder than he'd ever been before.
Ton unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and had him unzipped and his aching cock pulled out before he could draw his next breath. He felt his limbs shake as Ton took him in hand and began to lick at the head of his erection as if he were licking a dripping ice cream cone. Tommy snorted mentally, well his cock was dripping like one, so he guessed the analogy was correct. His attention focused and his brain melted the moment he felt Ton's lips close over his swollen cock. He groaned and dropped his hands to Ton's shoulders, gripping them tightly as he felt the wet heat of his mate's mouth surround him. He felt one of Ton's hands reach around his hip and drift down to his clenching hole while the other hand moved down to grab his balls. He felt Ton rolling his balls around in his hand at the exact moment that he pierced his clenching hole with one of his thick fingers. Without thought he thrust into his mate's mouth, feeling the head of his cock slide into the man's throat.
Twin groans echoed throughout the room and he looked down and saw Ton looking back up at him. When he saw the small nod and the wink from the bigger man he knew that he'd been given permission to thrust. So without thought, he began thrusting into Ton's mouth and then back on the two...no the three fingers that were fucking his hole, he felt Ton pull down lightly on his balls before squeezing them in his firm grasp and grunted as he began to fuck his mate's mouth faster. Ton took it all and Tommy knew that he'd have to ask the man about his non-existent gag reflex. It was amazing.
Tommy felt his balls draw up close to his body and he knew that he was about to blow his load. "A-A-Ant," he panted as his hand moved to the back of the other man's head and he thrust deeper into Ton's throat and further back onto his fingers. He saw Ton nod and with a delighted cry he shot stream after stream of his seed down the man's throat. He felt Ton move his head back some to collect the rest of his come in his mouth and once he'd grown soft in the other man's mouth, Tommy felt Ton pull away and hurriedly unbuckle his pants and pull down his boxers until his own cock and balls were free. Tommy anticipated the moment that Ton shot his load all over him, so he watched in fascination when Ton let the remainder of Tommy's come and his own saliva dribble out of his mouth and onto his own leaking cock.
He squealed when he felt Ton grab his legs and quickly divest him of his left boot before pulling his left leg free of his jeans. Ton lifted Tommy's left leg in the air and leaning over placed his cock at the smaller man's tight entrance. Tommy watched in fascinated anticipation as he felt his mate push into his body. He felt as the the ridge at the head of Ton's cock grazed his prostate and he groaned as his cock began to stir again. Ton pulled back out slowly and Tommy groaned again. Out was so good...so good. He moaned as Ton pushed back into him and heard as the other man whispered his name. Ton began thrusting into him, slow and deep, his strokes measured and Tommy moaned as he felt every stroke deep within him, so deep that it felt as if they were touching his heart. It wasn't long before Ton had put both of Tommy's legs over his shoulders and Tommy yelled as he felt the man move even deeper within him.
This was how he was going to die. His mate was going to fuck him to death. He thrashed on the floor, his head moving from side to side, his hands clutching the carpet, Ton's shoulders, stroking his dick, pulling on his balls, a stream of broken words and profanity vetting forth from his lips. He could tell that Ton was close as well, the bigger man's rhythm growing frantic and uncoordinated. A few strokes later, Tommy felt his back arch and his head went back as he screamed out his cowboy's name. Distantly he heard Ton's voice join his before he collapsed back onto the floor, Ton falling forward on top of him. Tommy knew that he should feel squished, but he felt safe and comforted...loved.
That feeling disappeared quickly, however, when he heard clapping and looked up to their bedroom doorway where Richard and Vet stood clapping, wide grins on their faces.
"Now I see why you both watched us. That was hot!" Richard said with a grin and Tommy merely groaned in embarrassment.
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