Physical Therapy and The Alpha King-NSFW

Yay I have physical therapy today! (Note the sarcasm) Which means I will be 


surrounded by sweaty military men, all grunting and hissing and groaning.....wait a 


minute. This is a HAPPY occasion!! Plus I get a few hours of uninterrupted "vocal 


writing" with my recorder while my physical therapist asks me if "gay men really do it 


better." LOL.  But, here's an excerpt from Passion's Hero: The Alpha King to hold you 


guys over while I'm away.  Just so you know this is a sci-fi/paranormal/hybrid male 


pregnancy m/m romance book with undertones of BDSM. So don't say you weren't 


warned.  And this excerpt is SOO NSFW!!

The next morning Tal woke up alone.  He sat up quickly and looked around for Blaze, concerned that perhaps it was all a dream, his eyes took in the décor of his royal bedroom, seconds before his stomach began roiling and he leapt from the bed and rushed to the bathroom and was violently ill.  He heard the door to the sitting room open and close and then he heard voices, but he couldn’t even begin to be concerned about who was there and who they were looking for, he was too busy throwing up everything he’d ever eaten in his life…and a few vital internal organs as well.  He was so grateful when it ended that after flushing, he laid his flushed face against the cold floor tile and whispered prayers of thanks to The One, The Two, The Three, The Four, every, single numbered deity up until ten.  He heard footsteps and then his mate’s deep throaty chuckle.

“I came to see if you wanted breakfast in bed or out at the table in the sitting room, or even downstairs in the formal dining room with the others that live here in the palace, but perhaps you would rather I brought it into the bathroom for you and served it on the floor?” Blaze asked, amusement evident in his voice.

“Shut the hell up you mangy wolf and help me to the bed,” Tal grumbled miserably, groaning as Blaze walked over and lifted him into his arms.  “Where were you?  I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“I had an early morning meeting with some of the Elders and leaders of the different branches of my kingdom,” Blaze said before placing Tal upon the bed gently.

Tal gasped.  “Was I supposed to be there?” He asked, worried that he’d already screwed up in his duties as Alpha…Mate.  Yeah, he liked that title much better, he’d have to remember to suggest it to Blaze so that it could be changed on the books.

Blaze chuckled.  “No, babe, you never sit in on what is pretty much considered a diplomatic meeting, mostly you are only in meetings that deal with Tumaro only.”

Tal watched as Blaze walked back into the sitting room, presumably to get food or to call for it, and thought about what his mate had just said to him.  Indignation flooded his body and he shoved back the covers on the bed and hurriedly pulled on the first pair of pants that he could find and pulled on the first shirt, both were lying on top of the large oak trunk that sat at the foot of their bed…and both belonged to Blaze, which meant that Tal was swimming in them.  He was pretty sure that he looked like a little boy playing dress up in his father’s clothes but he didn’t care in that moment, he had a bone to pick with his mate and his entire antiquated thought process.  With one hand holding up the oversized pants he stormed into the sitting room, ignoring the others that sat there, his eyes focusing in on his mate who stood at the travel food cart preparing a plate for him.

“So wait, let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly.  As the Alpha Queen I am your equal in all things dealing with our people, the Tumarons, but I’m not important enough, or smart enough, to deal with matters of the galaxy?  What sort of fucked up bullshit is that Blaze?  Anything that happens in the galaxy affects Tumaro, which means that I should be in every, single, fucking meeting from here until the day I fucking die as the fucking Alpha Queen and your fucking MATE!” he yelled, his chest heaving, anger flooding his being as he faced his mate.

“Maybe we should go,” Tal heard a hesitant voice say and he turned to see who was in the room, groaning mentally as he saw Buck, Percy, Elder Mailon, Josie, Gregor, Rico, and another man who seemed to be staring at his stomach intensely.

“Hi guys.  Sorry about that, um, pregnancy…um…hormones.  You know carrying a full load inside of me, they’ve got my body all haywire and woo-wee-woo-wee,” he laughed making the noise used for a mentally unstable person and began to slowly back away from the room towards the door.  “You all stay.  I’ll go into the other room and hang myself from the embarrassment.”  Without another word he turned and raced back into the bedroom, Blaze fast on his heels, stopping to address their guests.

He heard his mate utter a quick word of apology and heard everyone leave, Elder Mailon saying a final statement before he left also.  As Tal waited for his mate to finally appear he realized that he should probably talk to his old friend and see if he could call him “Mails” like he’d been calling him since they were kids.  He paced back and forth in the middle of the room, wringing his hands together and biting his lower lip nervously.  He looked up when Blaze entered the bedroom and closed the door firmly.  He swallowed when the other man twisted the lock on the door and began to stalk him across the room.  He looked at Blaze’s face and tried to see if he could see if the other man was upset with him or if maybe, just maybe, he was just annoyed.

“We had a conversation when we first mated about my needing to be respected in front of my people.  Do you remember that conversation Talon?” Blaze asked menacingly and Tal could do nothing but nod.

“Do you think that what you just did was helping me to be respected in front of them?” Blaze asked as he stepped over to the trunk at the foot of the bed.  Tal swallowed thickly as he wondered what was in the trunk and if it was going to hurt him.  Did Tumarons beat their mates when they were upset?

“I’m not going to beat you,” he heard Blaze responded with a mild chuckle.  He then turned around and Tal saw what the bigger man held in his hands.  In one hand he held a blindfold, two pairs of leather restraints, and a silk tie, in the other hand he held a small paddle.  “I am going to discipline you, however.”  Tal felt himself shiver, though from arousal or fear he wasn’t too sure.

Tal looked at the items in his mate’s hands and then back up at his mate.  He and Blaze had never tried this before and Tal had never really considered himself really into the whole dominant/subservient game, scene, whatever it was called.  However, a part of him must really like it, he looked down at his traitorous cock, moments before the organ in question left a very apparent wet spot on the front of Blaze’s pants.  Tal watched as Blaze’s nostrils flared and his eyes closed as he savored the smell of something.  Tal wondered what it was.

“I can smell your arousal from here love and it smells…delicious, absolutely, delicious,” Blaze stated having heard Tal’s unspoken question in his mind.

“Really?” Tal breathed as Blaze walked closer to him.  Tal released his hold on the pants around his waist and felt them fall to the floor seconds before he reached up around his mate’s neck and pulled the larger man’s head down to his own.

We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, love.  If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to, he heard Blaze’s voice in his head, he pulled away and looked into Blaze’s eyes.

“I want to,” and those were the last words he said without being prompted for the next hour.

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Blaze shivered at his mate’s acceptance before allowing that Dominant headspace to fill his mind.  He stepped away from Tal and gave him a stern glare.

“I want all of your clothes off and you up on that bed, with your arms and legs spread, on your stomach, in two minutes,” he said, his voice filled with authority and dominance and then smirked as he saw his mate rush to do his bidding.

Oh, he so was going to enjoy this.  There was something that he’d been wanting to do since the first time he and Tal had mated and he fully planned on taking advantage of this opportunity to do it right then.  He watched with barely concealed amusement as Tal rushed to pull off his clothes, tossing them all over the room and slowly began peeling off his own clothes.  When he finished he sauntered slowly over towards the bed, seeing Tal quiver with excitement.  Dropping one hand to the back of his mate’s leg, he slowly ran his fingertips up the other man’s muscled thigh, over his firm left butt cheek, over the left side of his back and up his arm to his wrist, hearing Tal’s breath quicken with his arousal.  Blaze inhaled deeply and his eyes slid closed as the smell of his mate’s pre-cum filled his nostrils.  Tal’s cock was already leaking and they hadn’t even done anything yet.

Taking Tal’s left wrist in hand he fasted one end of the electronic cuffs to the metal fastening that he had concealed in the headboard and heard Tal gasp.

“You never noticed that before did you baby?” He asked with a grin.  He saw Tal’s head shake and he pulled back his hand and brought it down firmly on his mate’s backside.  Tal yelped and his body jerked.  Blaze saw his handprint on his mate’s ass and felt a fierce growl rumble up from his chest as another sign of his claim on his mate appeared.  When he saw Tal’s hand come back to cover the abused flesh, he spanked his ass again and growled audibly.

“When I ask you a question, Talon, I want a verbal reply, and you don’t move unless I tell you to.  Do you understand me mate?” Blaze asked, his voice pitched low.

“Y-yes Blaze,” Tal responded.  Blaze brought his hand back down upon his mate’s ass again.  “SIR!  Y-yes sir!” Tal corrected and Blaze grinned.

“Good job baby,” Blaze praised his mate before walking around to the other side of the bed and fastening Tal’s other hand in the other pair of cuffs.   He stroked the stretched skin of Tal’s arms and smoothed his hand down over the planes of his back and over the globes of his tight ass.  Scions he loved the way his mate’s skin felt.  Drawing his fingers lightly down to his mate’s ankles, he pushed and prodded Tal until the younger man rested on his knees, his chest pressed against the bed, his arms spread with his wrists shackled to the headboard and his ankles were bound to the footboard.

Blaze stepped back to look at his handiwork, his eyes continuously drifting up to the sight of his red handprint directly on his mate’s ass and felt a small shiver of delight course through him.  He stepped forward until he could reach the globes of Tal’s ass with no hardship and taking one firm butt cheek in each hand he spread the globes apart and bent over to blow across the pink star that seemed to wink at him.  Delighting in the shiver that wracked Tal’s body he blew once more before sticking out his tongue and dragging it across the tense flesh.  Tal’s moan fueled his own desire and he leaned forward to lick again.

“Scion you taste so good baby,” Blaze groaned before he reapplied himself to the task of licking and sucking on Tal’s hole.  He felt the sphincter begin to relax and pointed his tongue before easing it inside of him.  Happy that he was the Alpha Male and thereby able to shift different parts of his body at will he allowed his tongue to shift into that of his wolf’s and began to thrust the muscle in and out of Tal’s welcoming orifice, the raspy feel of his tongue obviously driving the other man crazy, if his whimpers, moans, and pleas for “more, more, more,” were anything to go by.

Blaze pulled his tongue out and brought down a swift slap to Tal’s right ass cheek.

“No talking baby,” he admonished the other man before returning to his earlier treat of eating Tal’s ass.

“Y-y-yes…s-s-sir,” Tal stammered before pressing his chest down as far as it could go into the mattress beneath him, his ass stretching upwards as if searching for something.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you mate?” Blaze asked, his voice slightly more growly than before, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to restrain himself.

“Yes sir.  Please fuck me Alpha King,” Tal pleaded.  At the sound of his title, Blaze felt his tenuous control begin to slip, so lifting up his large and leaking cock, he spit down on his cock generously before leaning forward to spit on Tal’s hole, then lifting his fingers to his libs and sucking on them, coating them with his own saliva.  Rubbing the pad of one finger around Tal’s hole, he visibly saw the Vermithian relax and with the realization that his man wanted him as much as Blaze wanted Tal, he pressed two fingers into the slightly stretched, very lubed entrance of his mate.  He heard Tal hiss, quite possibly from the burn before he thrust those fingers in and out of his mate, Tal’s cries and pleas lifting up to the sky.

Blaze felt his head spin with the sound of his mate’s pleasure and when he felt his control snap, he pulled out the four fingers he’d been thrusting inside of Tal’s ass and replaced them with the head of his cock and pressed in deeply and quickly, bottoming out inside of his mate.  Both men cried out as if in agony, though all who heard the sound throughout the palace knew that they were the sounds of lovemaking, and so, none disturbed them.

“Being inside of you is one of my favorite places to be,” he confessed as he began to fuck Tal in earnest.  The feel of Tal’s velvet channel squeezed his cock tightly as if to never let him go.  Squatting slightly he thrust deep within his mate and heard Tal’s high pitched scream and knew that he had found the other man’s prostate, adjusting his thrusts to peg the gland with every thrust, he gave into the grunts and groans that fought to explode from his chest.

Besides their groans and hisses of pleasure the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh as Blaze pounded his thickly engorged cock into his mate’s ass.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he felt the muscles of Tal’s tight opening squeeze his erection.

“Yes.  Yes!  YES!” Tal yelled and Blaze felt his mate’s sphincter clutch his dick in a tight vise as Tal gave into the pleasure overwhelming him.  His thrusts sped up as he felt his own orgasm approaching, the feeling of Tal’s ass fluttering around his shaft as the younger man rode out his orgasm, plunging him headlong into his own.  Leaning forward, his canines elongating, he pushed his cock in deeply just as he sank his teeth into Tal’s neck, marking him yet again.  He felt the tingling at the base of his spine and withdrawing his canines threw back his head and howled.  A very distinctive, very loud howl of pleasure, one heard throughout the palace.  His seed burst forth from the top of his cock and deep within his mate, copious amounts of the hot liquid flooding Tal’s insides.  It wasn’t long before Blaze felt his mating knot extend and grab hold of Tal’s prostate, the two men shuddering pleasantly through another, smaller orgasm.

“Fuucckk,” Tal groaned and Blaze couldn’t do anything but grunt in response.  After a moment had passed, Blaze felt the knot release Tal’s prostate and he pulled out his now softened cock, still covered in his release with a shudder.  He heard Tal hiss as he pulled free from his smaller mate’s body and with a grin of masculine satisfaction, Blaze walked around the bed, releasing his mate from his restraints.  When he was done he sat on the bed and gathered Tal up into his arms tightly, the other man curled up against his chest, his body still shaking slightly.

Their breaths and hearts in sync, Blaze felt his heartbeat slow and his body fill with peace.  This was where he belonged.  Right here.

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Anglania stood in the shadows of the hallway, her lip curled up in disgust as she listened to Blaze and the Vermithian having sex.  How disgusting.  Two men.  What the hell could another man give him that she couldn’t?  Not that she actually wanted the Alpha King.  He was just a pawn to what she really wanted.  The throne, the crown, the title…the money.  She shivered with arousal as she thought of all of the jewels and nice clothes that she could have.  The life that she could be, should be…would be living as the Alpha Queen.

Just as soon as she got rid of the stupid Vermithian.

Inconceivable: Part Fourteen

*So I hadn't planned on putting up another installment because "Unthinkable" and "Inconceivable" are both going to be published through Lulu.com (as will the entire Tate Pack Series) but since yesterday was so fabulous and today was EVEN BETTER and Lucy/Kat asked me for another installment, I'm going to post up part 14 for you all!  {HUGZ AND SQUEEZES} Vee/Vic*




Part Fourteen:


     Tommy swayed his hips in time with the music, his head thrown back as he sang "You and I" by Lady Gaga at the top of his lungs.  He wore a tight black leather mini-skirt, an extremely low cut silk white blouse, black high heels, his hair was pulled up into an elegant up-do, with tendrils of his black hair framing his face.  His flawlessly, make-up covered face.  He looked stunning and he knew that he did.  As he continued to perform for the audience he looked out over the faces that were there and saw that none of them seemed to be enjoying his performance.  They all seemed horrified by him.  He stumbled on the stage and looked around wondering what was the problem and saw a trail of blood all over the stage.  He froze mid lyric and gasped.  Who was bleeding on the stage?  Looking around he realized that no one was up there but him.  Was he bleeding?  But how was that possible?  He couldn't feel any pain or the loss of any blood.  Maybe it was a practical joke.
     Looking back out at the audience he saw that there were two men standing.  He squinted his eyes, the stage lights momentarily blinding him.  When his gaze cleared he saw himself looking into the hateful eyes of Adam Quinn.....Adam Quinn holding a gun pointed at Tommy.  Turning his gaze to the other man, he saw that it was Ton and he looked furious.  The only problem was he was looking at Tommy.
     "Ant?" he questioned as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched.  He heard Adam pull release the safety and felt fear ice his veins.  He heard Ton growl and he looked back at him, confused by his reaction.
     "Don't.  You.  Dare," Ton growled at him and Tommy took a step back.
     "Me?  Dare what?" Tommy asked, his voice frantic as he watched Adam take aim at him again.
     "Don't you dare let him take you away from me," Ton said angrily.
     Tommy shook his head.  Surely Ton understood that it wasn't his choice?  Adam was holding a gun.  How was he supposed to fight against a gun?  He wasn't a wolf shifter.  He wasn't big and strong like his mate.  He was a human.  A frail human.  A small, cross-dressing gay man.  How the hell was he supposed to fight against a bullet?
     "Love," he heard Ton respond and his shocked gaze swung to him.
     "What?" he croaked out and he watched with equal parts trepidation and hope as Ton walked up the steps to join him on stage.  The bigger man stopped in front of him and took his face in his hands gently.  He smiled down at him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
     "Love.  Didn't you say that you loved me?" Ton asked and Tommy merely nodded.  Ton grinned, "Well, I love you too and you can't leave me.  I won't survive with out you.  So if you really love me like you say you do then you'll fight to stay with me.  You'll fight for us.  That love will bring you back to me.  So don't you dare let him win."
     Tommy nodded and lifted up on his toes to kiss his mate.  That speech had been the most beautiful and eloquent thing that he'd ever heard the cowboy say.  Richard must have coached him.  He heard Ton growl and giggled when he realized that the other man must have understood his thoughts.  He opened his mouth when he heard Adam yell out and heard the gun fire.  His body jerked as if shocked and he clung to Ton's neck.
     "CLEAR!" he heard a distant voice yell seconds before another jolt of electricity shot through his body.
     "C'mon baby, don't give up.  Don't let him win. Fight!" he heard Ton yelling at him.  He nodded and tried to speak again.
     "CLEAR!" that voice sounded closer and Tommy felt another, stronger jolt of electricity shock through his system.
     "Come back to me!  Tommy please!" Ton was crying now.  Why was Ton crying?  And then Tommy saw it.  A bright light shone on one side of the stage and Ton stood at the other side.  The light felt warm, comforting and inviting.  But.....Ton was waiting for him and Ton was crying.  But the light felt so good, it was welcoming him home and he could hear his grandmother's voice.  Without another thought he took a step................


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     .........and with a deep breath opened his eyes to the sounds of a siren, yelling voices, crying and complete and utter chaos.  What the hell was going on?!
     "BABY!  You came back to me!" he heard Ton yell as he gathered him into his arms.  Tommy's mind was filled with images of the strange dream he'd had, the utter chaos surrounding him as pack members, ranch hands and the like all ran around barking orders at each other, and the events that led to him lying on a gurney.  Suddenly memories assailed him.  Ton talking him into riding a horse by riding with him.  He and Ton laughing and teasing each other.  The feeling of being watched.  The sound of gunfire.  The horse falling, the searing pain in his back and then the blissful feeling of nothingness.
     "Ant?" his voice croaked as his hands clutched his mate to him tightly.  "Am I paralyzed Ant?  Baby?  Answer me!  Please!" he pleaded with his mate when the other man stayed quiet.  He felt Ton's body shaking with sobs as he lifted Tommy and sat on the gurney before  pulling his body into his lap.  Tommy looked down and realized that he couldn't move his legs,  He felt tears roll down his face before Ton even responded.
     "They won't know until we get you into a hospital, but it doesn't look good," Ton answered ignoring the paramedics who tried to get him to move so that they could get Tommy into an ambulance.
     "Will you still want me?  Even though I can't walk?" Tommy asked in a small voice as he gasped for breath, his body convulsing in pain.
     "Sir!  We really need to get your...boyfriend to a hospital!" one of the paramedics yelled at Ton.  Ton growled at the man and gently lowered Tommy back to the gurney.
     "He is my husband!  My mate! My partner," Ton responded with an angry growl at the paramedic who jumped a bit at the aggressive tone before nodding and grabbing the head of the gurney to assist his partner in getting Tommy into the ambulance.  Tommy locked eyes with Ton, afraid that the man wouldn't be joining him in the vehicle.  Afraid that he wouldn't want him anymore.  He breathed a sigh of relief when Ton climbed inside and took one of his hands while the paramedic worked to make sure that he stayed stabilized.
     Ton leaned down, close to his ear, "Nothing in this world would ever make me not want you.  You are my mate.  For better or for worse.  In sickness and in health.  To love, honor and cherish.  For richer or for poorer.  Forever.  You are mine and I will never let you go," the bigger man told him, his words loving and thick with emotion.
     "Me too," Tommy responded with a smile before he closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing his thoughts and his pounding heart.  He had thought his life had been turned upside down when he'd mated a wolf shifter...but that was nothing compared to now.  Would he be able to handle being paralyzed and what about Adam?  Did anyone catch him or was he still out there...waiting for his next chance to finish the job?

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     Adam followed the ambulance with a grim smile on his face.  He hadn't meant to shoot Tommy.  Tommy was his baby.  His love.  He would never do anything to seriously hurt him.  Oh, he'd have to rough Tommy up a few times, so that he knew his place, but he would never want him to die or to be paralyzed.  The bullets had been met for the other man.  The one they called Ton.  The huge, hulking mass of idiot that thought he could take Tommy away from him.  He'd gotten off easy last time, but next time he wouldn't miss.  Next time Ton would be the one fighting for life while Adam took Tommy to France with him...where he belonged...forever...until death did they part.

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.

Inconceivable: Part Nine

Part Nine:


     Tommy swallowed thickly and tried to push back the fear clawing at his throat as he stood shakily to his feet and muttered something unintelligble to the room before rushing towards the bedroom where he grabbed his bag and began to stuff his clothes and belongings inside of it.  He felt more than heard Ton follow him into the room.  He ignored him and continued to grab clothes and shoes, undergarments and only stopped when Ton grabbed his arms and held him tightly against him.  It was only then that he realized that he was shaking.
     "Ssshhh.  It's okay beautiful.  Don't you know by now that I'm not going to let anything happen to you?  Don't you remember what happened to the last men that attacked you?" Ton whispered reassuringly into his ear.  Tommy nodded as he remembered his attack and the news reports that came in shortly after about the "wolf" attack on the men who had done it.  He knew that Ton would do everything that he could to protect him and although his mate was huge and a wolf shifter to boot, he wasn't Adam Quinn.  Adam Quinn was ruthless, cold-hearted, and he had connections...seedy, underhanded, illegal connections, as well as respectable, wealthy, high society ones.  The fact that he'd been arrested, tried, convicted and sentenced was largely in part because of the overwhelming evidence, photos, videotapes, audio recordings, threatening emails and text messages that proved that Adam had been ruthlessly and senselessly beating Tommy for a while.  If they hadn't had those key pieces of evidence Adam would never have seen a courtroom.  So it didn't make sense that the man could be out of jail.  That he could have found him.  That he was still threatening his life.
     Tommy pressed his body close to Ton's and took a shuddering breath, "I don't want anything to happen to you," he whispered into the bigger man's chest.  He felt Ton stiffen slightly and pull back a little to look down at him.
     "You were trying to run to protect me?" he asked incredulously.  Confused by the disbelief in his mate's tone Tommy merely nodded his head.  Had he broken some sacred wolf shifter mate code or something?  Was he not supposed to try and protect his mate?  Was he supposed to simply let Ton take care of him but never reciprocate?  Tommy snorted mentally.  That would never happen.  If Ton insisted on taking care of him and protecting him then he would just have to get used to the fact that Tommy would be doing the same thing for him.
     "I can't remember the last time that someone tried to protect me," he heard Ton whisper in shock and he felt his body fill with warmth at the underlying sound of awe that tinged his mate's words.
     "Well, get used to it.  I may be small and like to dress up in drag, but I am all man under here and I protect what's mine," Tommy said fiercely, wrapping his arms around Ton's waist and placing a kiss on the cowboy's chest.  He felt Ton's chuckle rumble through his chest and sighed contentedly.  He was still afraid for Ton, and for everyone else on the ranch, Adam could be vicious when provoked.  He didn't want to put anyone in danger but it seemed as if his mate was refusing to let him leave and to be quite honest, he didn't really want to go anywhere anyway.  He had never felt safer than he did at that moment with Ton's arms wrapped around him tightly, their hearts beating in sync with each other.  He wished the rest of the world would just fade away, but he was aware that that was impossible.  Life continued, regardless of the tender moment that he was sharing with his mate, the world kept spinning, and their guests were still sitting in the dining room, probably wondering what was going on...THEIR GUESTS!
     Tommy stiffened and then stepped out of Ton's arms with a gasp.  Ignoring the other man's look of confusion, he hurried into the bathroom and gave a small cry of dismay at his appearance.  His hair and makeup were smudged.  Shooing Ton out of the bathroom he set about the task of fixing his appearance before returning to the dining room table and the people who waited there.

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     Ton grunted when the bathroom door shut in his face and turned to head back into the dining room, barely sparing a glance at his mate's hastily packed bag knowing that the smaller man wasn't going anywhere without him tagging along.  Stepping back into the dining room he was happy to see that no one had left.  He was coming to realize that the number of people who cared about him was a lot bigger than just his sister Luci.  He hand friends, their mates, their families and now...he had his own mate.  A little spitfire who had been willing to leave him, just to keep him safe, even though Ton was so much bigger than him.  It was almost as if Tommy didn't see his size.  It was a little bit of a relief, especially when that seemed to be all that others could see.
     "How is he?" he heard Richard ask and he nodded with a small quirk of his lips.  He had never been happier than the day he'd gone to pick up the alpha mate's best friend and smelled his mate among the crowd.  When he saw the beautiful little man sashaying his way he had struggled to remember that his mate was there when all he wanted to do at that point was to lift Tommy into his arms and fuck him against the nearest wall.  He'd been the happiest cowboy around when he'd discovered that the beautiful little man and his mate were one and the same.  He had been waiting for his mate his entire life and he'd be damned if he was going to let some punk ass come and threaten the man that he loved.
     Ton pulled up short, his head tilting to the side and his eyebrows flew into his hairline.  Loved?  Did he just say love?  He didn't love Tommy.  He couldn't love Tommy, it was too soon.  Regardless of what those romance novels that his sister read and he, you know, glanced at occasionally said, mates did not fall in love instantly.  The possessiveness, the protectiveness was there, the connection was deep and long lasting, but love?  Love was not an automatic thing.  He shook himself out of his mental stupor.  He couldn't love Tommy, it was way too soon.  He'd obviously just thought that because of the fact that his mate's life was in danger, yeah, that was it.  The danger to his mate made his wolf snarl and growl and struggle to get out, while making his human self, emotional and mushy.  Just like he was some goddamn chick in one of those sappy romance novels.  Next someone would ask him what was wrong and he'd answer and say something stupid and Tommy would be standing right there, they would argue and Tommy would leave then Adam would kidnap him and he would spend the next...oh fifty pages or so, trying to get him back, when he would then admit his love for the smaller man, Tommy would say it back and the book would end with them having sex in some impossible way, with a lot of moaning, groaning and trite dialogue.  Life did not imitate art.
     "Hey man, what's wrong?" he heard Ross ask him and before he could open his mouth and say something incredibly stupid like, "Oh you know, my mate, you know the cross-dressing human?  Has got someone trying to kill him and I think I may be feeling something for him, but that's not possible, because he's a human and I'm a wolf.  He may be my mate, but he'll never be my lover," he smelled his mate return to the room.  Turning towards him, he felt his mouth drop open in amazement and his breath catch in his chest.
     Tommy had changed into a pair of tight jeans with a red cotton shirt that hung off one shoulder, the sleeves coming ending right at his wrists.  He had pulled his hair up into a ponytail at the top of his head, He had replaced his makeup, his lips were a soft shade of red, looking plump and wet, and he was wearing a pair of red pumps.  He looked breathtaking and Ton felt his wolf growling inside of him, wanting to claim his mate, on the table in front of everyone.  More than that, however, he wanted to fall to his knees before the other man and wrap his arms around him and beg him to never leave him or let him go.
     With that thought in his head, the truth smacked him like a two by four.  He was a character from a fucking romance novel because he realized at that moment that he loved his mate.  Hopelessly, fiercely and forever.
     Shit.

Inconceivable: Part Eight

Part Eight:


     Tommy placed the plate of chicken on the table and stepped back to look at what he'd prepared with a smile.  He really did love cooking, he hadn't lied when he'd told Ton that.  He hadn't lied to Ton about anything, yet.  He just hadn't told him everything about his life before the big man had entered it.  Pushing down the feeling of guilt that threatened to choke him, he turned and walked into the bedroom that he shared with his new mate.  The walls were still white but he'd made Ton stop at a few stores on their way home, so their king sized bed was covered in a dark blue and brown bedspread with sheets, a bed skirt, the works.  Stepping around the bags of bedroom decor, his suitcases that hadn't been unpacked and the shoes and hats, sunglasses and jewelry that all needed to be put away, he stepped into the bathroom and gasped when he saw his image in the mirror.
     "And that' how you know that you have to be his mate, because why else would he find you attractive looking like this?" he admonished his mirror image, shaking his head before picking up his brush and methodically brushing the thick, luxurious black curls until they gleamed.  He picked up his makeup bag and opened it the top before spreading the compartments wide to allow him to see everything inside.  Biting his lower lip, he looked at himself in the mirror again before turning away and stepping back into the bedroom.  Walking over to his suitcase that sat opened on the bed, filled with his "casual" outfits, he pulled out a pair of black shorts that clung to his shapely ass and distracted attention from his cock.  Sifting through the garments on the other side of the suitcase he found the purple blouse he'd been looking for.  It only had one button, right at the point where his bra would be, the fabric was a very soft cotton, the sleeves were narrow and while they didn't cling to his arms, they did show their impression.  Laying both items over one arm, he turned and walked to his black silk Gucci bag that sat in the corner and picked it up to carry with him into the bathroom.
     Once there, he pulled off the clothes that he wore and opened the bag he'd brought with him.  Reaching down into the bag his hands searched and he smiled when he pulled out a pair of black silk thong panties and a black bra.  He pulled on the thong and fastened the front closure bra, before pulling up the straps.  Reaching further into the bag he found the box that held his bra inserts and he placed them in their proper places.  Looking down at his now enhanced chest, he pulled on his shorts and adjusted his silk encased cock behind the zipper to diminish its appearance.  Some people thought that he wore women's clothes because he hated his cock and wanted to be a woman.  That wasn't it at all.  He loved his cock. Hell, before Ton, he played with it more than anyone else did.  He just liked wearing women's clothing.  He liked putting on makeup and lingerie and putting on a bra.  The inserts were just to emphasize everything and sometimes he tucked so as to not detract from the skirt or the dress he was wearing, but he was a proud gay man...he was just a proud gay man who liked to wear women's clothing.  He didn't see what the big damn deal was or why people seemed to make such a big deal about it, it was his body and his mate didn't seem to mind it.  They could just fuck off for all he cared.
     Shrugging off the negative thoughts, he put on some deodorant before spraying himself with a light cologne fragrance that he'd created, and then pulled on his shirt.  Buttoning the one button and smoothing down the fabric of the shirt he turned back to the mirror and smiled at himself.  Now he knew what look he was going to go for.
     Not that it's going to matter.  It doesn't matter how much makeup you put on, how many times you put on women's clothing.  It won't change anything.  You won't ever be able to hide from me.  I will always find you and you will always be a freak, my freak and don't you forget that Thomas.  His ex-partner's voice rang in his head.  They were the last words that Adam had said to him before he'd been dragged out of the courtroom by the police officers to serve his twenty years for the abuse, rape, assault and battery, resisting arrest, threatening, witness tampering, selling and use of an illegal substance and kidnapping of Tommy that he'd been charged for.  Adam had been scary before that day.  Possessive, protective, loyal, fiercely jealous, intimidating...those were traits that had attracted Tommy to Adam at the beginning but when that morphed into Adam being controlling, angry, malicious, violent, hurtful and meant that he flew off into murderous rages where he would attack Tommy?  That's when Tommy had left...the first time.  Adam had apologized and said it would never happen again.
     He lied.  If anything Adam got worse as time progressed until Tommy had been a broken, bruised, frightened caged bird who had gone to the police, gone for help the minute that Adam had left to visit some college friends of his.  The police had laughed at him at first, none of them believing that a man could be abused by another man, but when they began to look into the evidence, they'd been overwhelmed by the number of neighbors that had come forward, by the sheer volume of text messages, phone calls, and pictures of him bruised and bloodied.  Adam had gotten twenty years for everything, especially since when he'd been let out on bail, he'd kidnapped Tommy and tried to hid him away until the trial was over.  They had been spotted by a cop, however, and that helped to solidify his conviction.  Tommy was glad when Adam had been taken to that back room to be sent to prison, but the words that the man had said to him in a very calm and monotone voice had given him the chills and stayed with him, even three years later.
     Tommy blinked and looked at himself in the mirror, before his lips stretched wide into a happy grin.  He had put on his makeup flawlessly even though his mind had been years into the past.  With a final brush to his eyelashes with his mascara and a last pucker of his dark pink lips, he put all of his makeup away and closed the bag.  Cleaning up his mess as he walked back into the bedroom he heard the front door open and then close long moments later.
     "Baby?  Where are you?  The food looks great are you ready to eat?" he heard Ton's deep voice wash over him and he groaned silently as he felt himself growing aroused and shivered as he remembered the feel of his mate's big cock slamming into his tight ass.  Taking a deep breath, he exhaled before he answered.
     "I was just changing sweetheart, I'll be right out."
     He heard voices and wondered who his mate had invited over, glad that he'd always made more than what was needed whenever he cooked.  Quickly tidying the room, he smoothed his hands over his hair once more, before putting on his pair of diamond stud earrings and the purple bracelet set that Richard had bought for him the year before.  Stepping out of the bedroom he closed the door behind him and walked towards the dining room.  He smiled when he saw who sat at the table with his mate: Vet, Richard, Luci, Ross, that he'd met in passing as they'd been moving in all of his stuff the day before, Howell, the only black cowboy that Tommy had ever met that had long, black dreadlocks that hung down to below his shoulders, and three other people at the table that Tommy didn't know, one man and two women...no two men and one woman.  One of the men was sitting next to Ross, the two of them clutching hands, while the other man...woman?  The other person sat on Howell's lap, the large black man leaning forward continuously to sniff at his neck and kiss the mating mark on his neck.  He guessed that they were newly mated.  The other woman sat next to Luci and the two women smiled continuously at each other.  Tommy stepped forward and smiled happily when Ton jumped up from his seat and raced around the table to stand next to him.
     "Everyone, this is my mate, Tommy.  Most of you know him, but let me introduce the rest of you," Ton said, his hands moving in sign language to one of the people at the table and Tommy felt his jaw drop at the realization that his mate knew sign language and that someone at the table was deaf.
     "Tommy, of course I don't have to introduce you to Richard or Vet.  Not sure if you remember Ross from yesterday?  The man he's making googly eyes with is his mate, Alex, my old boyfriend actually," Ton grinned and Tommy was pleased that there didn't seem to be any bitterness in his voice when he gave the introduction.  He turned his head to look at Alex and smiled.  Alex was a blonde main, whose hair was extremely wavy and fell to his shoulders, he had hazel eyes and he had a surfer's body.  Alex smiled back at him before turning back to kiss Ross who had leaned forward to kiss his shoulder.  Tommy knew then that Alex would not be competition for him at all for Ton's affections and he felt himself relax even more.  "You remember Howell right?" Ton asked him and Tommy smiled and nodded at the big black man who nodded his head in greeting before doing something underneath the table that caused the smaller man...woman to giggle.  "The giggly little man on his lap is Michael.  He's one of the wolves that just recently joined the pack because his pack kicked him out for not only being gay and deaf, but he's transgender.  Male to female, he just didn't get the full procedure done," Ton stated with no hesitation and Tommy gasped and how nonchalantly the big Texan divulged the life story of this complete stranger.
     "Don't worry baby, he told me I could tell you," Ton assured his mate.  Tommy nodded and greeted the other man shyly, slightly relieved that he wouldn't be the only other man who didn't just fall under the "G" heading in the LGBT community.  "And sitting next to Luci is Michael's sister, Katharina."  Tommy nodded to the beautiful blonde woman who sat next to Luci and smiled when she grinned back widely.
     "It's very nice to meet all of you," he said with happy smile and sat in the chair that Ton held out for him.
     "Well, let's eat," Ton stated in a booming voice.
     "Damn Ton!  If Mikey wasn't already deaf, you yelling that loudly would have made him that way," Howell teased and everyone laughed and began passing around the food as everyone filled up their plates.  Tommy smiled as he watched everyone exclaiming happily over the food, very proud of himself.  He was so focused on everyone else that he jumped a little when he felt Ton's breath on his ear as the bigger man leaned over to speak softly to him.
     "Sorry, I didn't ask before I brought everyone over, but everyone wanted to meet you.  But when they all leave, you and I are going to talk to Vet and Richard and you're going to explain about the letter that was left on our front door earlier."
     Tommy looked at his mate in confusion, "A letter?  What letter?  From who?"
     Ton stared at him for a moment before growling softly, "He didn't leave his name, just his initials.  A. Q."
     Tommy gasped and felt the blood leave his face as he began to tremble with fear.  The entire room grew quiet as all of the wolves scented Tommy's fear.
     "Who the hell is A.Q. Tommy?" Ton asked and Tommy heard Richard's soft cry of "Oh no!"
     Still trembling in fear Tommy answered his mate in a soft, shaking voice, "Adam Quinn.  My ex-boyfriend who's supposed to be serving twenty years in prison out in New York for beating me up and kidnapping me," he looked over at Ton, his eyes bright with unshed tears, "How is he out and how did he find me?"
     It was a question that couldn't be answered by anyone at the table, only by the very man who had apparently come for Tommy.

Inconceivable: Part Six-NSFW

Part Six:


     Ton groaned when Tommy bent over in front of him.  His canines lengthened and he felt his cock throbbing behind his jeans aching to be buried inside of his mate's tight ass.  His hands reached forward to grab onto Tommy's hips when the smaller man stood up and walked away from him to head back outside to the truck to finish getting the rest of his things.  They had made it to their house about an hour ago after stopping at Home Depot for some paint and had begun moving in Tommy's things.  With each careful step and movement Ton felt himself grow more and more aroused by his mate.  He could barely suppress the growl that threatened to emerge every time the smaller man came in his field of vision, but between him bending over, grunting under the weight of some of his personal items and the pungent, fragrant aroma of his sweat, Ton knew that he was moments from letting his wolf snap out of his control and claiming his mate.  He grunted and then walked outside to the truck.  He waved at Richard and Vet who were playing with the triplets outside on the new playground that Vet had bought for them.  They made a great couple the alpha and his mate, but Ton did not envy them the children that they raised.  He paused and frowned as a sudden thought occurred to him.  Did Tommy want kids?
     He shook his head and continued towards the truck.  There was no sense in worrying about kids when he had yet to actually claim the man.  He saw Luci and Tommy headed towards him, carrying a piece of furniture between them, piled up with suitcases and boxes.  He knew at that moment, watching Tommy carry his things towards their new house that his man was ready to be claimed.  He didn't have to wait any longer.  With a wolfish grin he hurried to the truck to grab the last few items and slammed the truck door closed and raced back to the house.  It was time to claim his mate.

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     "I think we should paint this room before we move everything in," Tommy said with a smile as he looked over at Ton.  The cowboy had been acting strange all afternoon.  First he'd taken everything and shoved it into the bedroom.  Then he'd rushed Luci out of the house, telling her that Richard and Vet had lunch for her at their house and that she could stay with them if she were planning to spend the night.  After Luci had left, he'd leaned against the front door, crossed his arms and just grinned at Tommy.  Tommy was slightly nervous by Ton's sudden mood shift and he found himself babbling to cover his nervousness.
     "I think that's a great idea," Ton agreed before pushing away from the door and walking over to the love seat against the wall.  Tommy followed him and with a shy smile helped him to lift the love seat and carry it into the kitchen.  They moved quickly but carefully and moved all of the furniture, paintings and electronics from the living room into the kitchen and the dining room before laying down huge pieces of blue tarp that Ton brought in from the barn that he laid down over the beautiful cherry hardwood floors to protect them from paint splatters.  Tommy's jaw dropped and his breath stuttered in his chest when Ton removed his shirt before beginning to paint.  Adjusting his rapidly growing erection in his cut-off shorts, Tommy fanned his suddenly flushed face with his red tank top and turned back to his wall to begin painting.
     Both men painted steadily for five minutes before Tommy growled in frustration.
     "Tommy?  Are you okay baby?" Ton asked and Tommy merely nodded.
     "I need some music.  This is tedious and boring if I can't listen to music," he admitted and he heard Ton chuckle behind him.
     "Well, why don't you turn on some music then?" Ton asked him before turning back to his wall to continue painting.
     With a determined nod, Tommy walked out of the room and returned shortly after with his iPod and his iPod Home system and after getting them both set up in the middle of the room, with the iPod home plugged into an extension cord leading into an outlet in the kitchen, he turned on his iPod listening device.  Scrolling through the songs he came across a song that he thought was perfect for what they were doing.  With a grin he pressed play and the throbbing beat of "Paint" by Travis Garland and JoJo began to play.
     With a grin, Tommy rolled his hips and danced back over to the wall and his paint tray.  He became so entranced by the song, which he had put on repeat, and what he was doing that he didn't even notice that Ton had walked up behind him and began to dance closely behind him.  Tommy moaned and pressed his ass back into Ton's groin.  The two men continued to dance seductively with each other, the beat of the music matching the beats of their heart and the throbbing in their erections.  Tommy felt so safe and treasured with Ton's arms wrapped around him from behind., the bigger man's paint splattered hands rubbing across his chest, with his hardened nipples and his slim but muscled thighs.
     When Ton's hands left paint streaks on his skin, Tommy squealed and pushed away.  The desire darkening Ton's eyes gave him momentary pause but with effort he continued with his rant.
     "Ton!  You got paint all over my clothes and my skin!" he stated in exasperation, his hands on his hips.  He expected Ton to apologize profusely, he didn't expect for the larger man to bend over and stick his two large hands in one of the paint buckets and to toss the paint directly at him.  The paint landed in his beautiful black hair, the dark red streaking his curly locks, and all over his torso, neck, legs and face.  With another squeal he raced over to another bucket of the dark red paint and stuck his own hands inside before tossing the paint back at Ton.  It wasn't long before the two of them were tossing paint all over each other, the walls, the fireplace, the front door and all over the tarp that covered the floor.
     Tommy laughed breathlessly when Ton scooped him up in his arms and pressed his face into the smaller man's neck.
     "Say you surrender," Ton growled.
     "Never," Tommy giggled as Ton tickled his sides before lifting him into the air.  Without thought Tommy locked his legs around Ton's waist, his arms around the cowboy's neck.
     "Surrender," Ton demanded playfully again before nipping gently at Tommy's earlobe.  Tommy shuddered as lightening raced from his ear through his head, his chest and his legs before settling in his groin, his erection growing to full mast at the feeling.
     "N-n-never," Tommy panted.  Ton knelt on the floor and laid Tommy down upon it before lifting up his shirt.  He pressed his lips against Tommy's throbbing pulse in his neck.  He made his way down the smaller man's chest, taking small bites and placing small kisses across the skin.  Tommy shuddered when he felt the raspy touch of Ton's tongue upon his erect nipples.  Ton licked around and around the nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.  He then pulled at the erect nub with his teeth and pulled the flesh taut almost to the point of pain before releasing it.  Tommy groaned, his hands coming up to clutch at and touch the firm, muscled flesh of this bigger man.
     Ton moved over to the neglected nipple, while his fingers came up to play with the wet nub he'd just left.  Tommy's hips began to thrust up, seeking something firm to rub against, the desire had become an ache inside of him and he needed something to ease it.  He needed Ton inside of him.  Deep inside of him.  He moaned Ton's name as the older wolf licked and nibbled his way down the smaller man's torso to the top of his shorts.
     "I like you in these," the Texan growled before opening the button fly on the shorts and pulling them down Tommy's legs.
     "I'm glad," Tommy panted as he felt Ton push his legs apart and settle in between them.  He was open, exposed and vulnerable to the other man, who merely allowed his eyes to rake over his pain splattered skin.
     "Gods you look so good spread out like this for me.  Naked, sweaty, aroused, covered in paint like you're about to be covered in my seed," Ton growled and Tommy moaned in answer.  "Do you like that?  The idea of my come splattered all over you?  Marking you as mine?" Ton asked and Tommy nodded his head in agreement, words being too much for his brain to process at that point.
     With a wolfish grin, Ton leaned over and swallowed Tommy's erection.  He licked around the head before following the thick vein down the smaller man's cock before licking back up the other side and taking him back in his mouth and down into his throat.  Tommy felt as if he were on a cloud of pleasure.  His hands couldn't seem to keep still, running through his hair, Ton's hair, over Ton's back and skin, his hips thrusting up as he tried to get deeper down the bigger man's throat.
     "That's right beautiful, fuck my face," Ton rasped and Tommy obeyed.  His hips thrust up faster and faster and he felt his balls tightening up and he knew he was on the verge of coming down his lover's throat when Ton pulled away.
     Tommy whined as Ton stood up and hurriedly pulled off his jeans before reaching into the pocket and pulling out the small tube of lube that he kept inside.  He poured a generous amount over his fingers and rubbed around the puckered entrance to Tommy's ass.  With a groan of pleasure, Tommy lifted his knees to his chest and grabbed onto the back of his knees and held himself open.  Ton pushed in first one finger, letting Tommy get used to the invasion before he began to thrust the finger in and out gently.  After Tommy's sphincter had relaxed some, Ton pressed in another finger.  It wasn't long before two of Ton's fingers became three and then the three became four, pounding deep into Tommy's ass.
     Tommy was incoherent as he babbled out Ton's name and begged for more, for harder, for deeper.  He wailed in distress when Ton removed his fingers from his clenching hole only to sigh in relief when Ton replaced his fingers with his lubricated, leaking cock.  Ton pressed deeply into the smaller man, pressing against his legs, his hands resting beside Tommy's shoulders, folding the other man almost in half.
     "Are you ready?" he gritted out between clenched teeth and Tommy knew that he was struggling not to move.  He nodded his head eagerly and moaned when he felt the bigger man withdraw his cock until only the head remained before pressing back in deeply.  Tommy jerked and groaned loudly when he felt Ton's cock press against his prostate.
     "There it is," he heard Ton's voice say with satisfaction, and with a slight adjustment of his hips Ton began to thrust deeper and faster into Tommy's hot, tight channel, his every thrust in pegging Tommy's prostate.  With a gasp, Tommy felt his balls tighten again and he knew that he was about to experience the biggest orgasm of his life.
     "Oh gods yes!!  Fuck me Ton!!  Fuck!  Right there. Right there!  YES!" Ton lowered Tommy's legs just as he was about to sail over the precipice into glorious death and then Tommy felt the bigger man tilt his head to the side.
     "Do you want me to claim you and mark you Tommy?" the wolf shifter asked him, never stopping his thrusts into his body.
     "Yes, fucking do it already Ton!  Claim me!  Mark me!  Make me yours forever," Tommy sobbed, his heart, his body, even his soul clenching with desire.  Lightening flashed behind his eyelids, his heart stopped for a moment and his seed shot from the top of his aching cock as he felt Ton's canines sink deep into the side of his neck.  He felt himself soaring as he shouted out Ton's name and then he knew nothing.



Here's the song "Paint" from the story:

Inconceivable: Part Four

Part Four:


     Ton looked down at his sleeping mate before looking over at his sister Luci.  The two of them shared a smile before he placed the smaller man back down on the bed and covered him with a sheet.  He sighed as he brushed back the hair on his mate's forehead.
     "You love him already don't you?" he heard Luci's voice as she stood and began to walk towards the suite's kitchen.  He snorted at the thought.  Tommy was his mate yes, and he was wildly attracted to him, they were even able to speak with ease and they had a lot in common but he wasn't in love with the man.  He didn't even believe that he was capable of the emotion.  He was too possessive, to aggressive and too domineering to ever be able to love someone as sweet and as beautiful as Tommy.
     "I don't even know what that word means," he replied back to Luci, before rising from the bed and joining her in the kitchen area.
     "You love me don't you?  I mean you raised me after Mom and Dad died and you were 18 and I was only 10.  You did a pretty decent job too.  And you didn't have to raise me," she reminded him and Ton felt his chest tighten and his throat close up with emotion.  He'd barely been an adult himself when his parents had died in that car accident.  Wolf shifters weren't immortal, they lived longer and it was harder to kill them, but they weren't immortal by any stretch of the imagination.  Ton had been preparing to take off and work on a ranch in Montana while trying to be a bull rider.  His parents hadn't wanted him to go and they'd had a terrible argument, he'd stormed out of the house and took off on his motorcycle.  He hadn't gone home that night, choosing instead to sleep over at Alex's house.  Although he and Alex hadn't really slept.  Both of them had been enjoying their new-found sexuality and they'd spent the entire night have hot sex, so they were both passed out asleep when the phone call came in the next moment about Ton's parents.  He'd been so disoriented that it had taken him a while to understand that his parents were both dead, killed on impact because neither of them had been wearing their seat belts, and his baby sister was now an orphan and would be moved to one of the other families in the pack if he didn't step up to take care of her.  He knew he didn't have a choice.  His guilt over his last words to his parents still haunted him today.
     "I had to take care of you, no one else could put up with your annoying personality," he teased Luci, bumping her lightly with his hip.
     "Shut up Metric Ton," she teased back, using her nickname for him from when they were kids.
     He growled playfully, "Don't let Tommy hear you use that name!" he admonished her with a grin.  The siblings laughed and then went about preparing a meal.  Ton had gone out to buy groceries earlier, while Luci watched over Tommy.  Leaving his injured mate behind was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
     "You know your mate and I are going to be best friends right?" Luci stated cheekily as she dumped chunks of tomatoes on top of the salad.  Ton snorted as he removed the grilled chicken breast from the George Foreman grill.
     "I have no doubt about it, it's just the way fate works," he grunted.  They finished lunch and carried the plates over to the small dining table.  Ton turned to wake up Tommy only to find the smaller man awake and sitting up in bed.
     "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" he asked as he walked over to help the other man out of the bed.
     "Sore.  In pain.  Hungry and like I have to take the world's biggest piss ever," Tommy grumbled before giving Ton a small smile.
     "You know if you had already mated and marked him, he'd be healed by now," Luci stated as she filled their glasses with iced tea.  Ton groaned internally when Tommy froze in place and looked up at him.
     "I could be healed already?" he whispered and Ton nodded.  He watched as Tommy's face turned red and knew without even scenting the air that his mate was angry.
     "Are you getting off on me being in pain or something?  Is this some sort of wolf, predator, mate thing?  You LIKE seeing me in pain and barely able to walk or move on my own?  Is that why you didn't do something to FUCKING HEAL ME ALREADY?!" Tommy yelled, poking the bigger man in the chest.
     "You don't understand Tommy," Ton sighed, struggling to contain his wolf which was howling at the aggression being displayed by his mate and wanting desperately to make the smaller man submit to him.
     "So fucking explain it to me," Tommy panted out as he leaned against the wall, his strength rapidly deteriorating.
     "In order for me to mate and mark you, we would have to be having sex and I am not going to have sex with you when you can barely walk, barely move, barely breathe! I have too much respect for you to do that. You are my mate and I will take care of you, protect you, even if it means that I have to protect you from myself and not claim you or mark you until you feel a little better," Ton gritted out between clenched teeth.
     Tommy huffed and Ton stepped closer to the smaller man and lowered his voice so that his sister couldn't hear, "Nothing would make me happier than to claim you beautiful, nothing.  Not just because you would get better and heal quicker but because I want to mark you as mine for all the world to see, but I will not give into my wolf, I will not be an animal and make love to you when you'd be in too much pain to appreciate it.  When you start feel better, however," Ton lifted his hand to Tommy's chin and lifted the other man's face until his eyes met Ton's passionate gaze, "nothing in this world will stop me from claiming you and marking you as mine."
     Ton was surprised but pleased with the scent of his mate's arousal wafted up to his nostrils, he closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply.  "Fuck but you smell good," he groaned before giving himself a mental shake.  He looked back down at his mate who now had a small smirk on his face.  "Let's get you to the bathroom and then have us some dinner.  I believe my sister wants to become best friends with you and Luci always gets what she wants," he grinned before scooping the smaller man into his arms and heading towards the bathroom without another word.

Inconceivable: Part Three

Part Three:

     Tommy woke up to pain.  Excruciating, blinding, heart-stopping, breath-stealing pain.  For a moment it was all he could think about.  The pain started at his head and worked all the way down his....what the fuck?  Did his dick hurt too?  He groaned and realized at that point that there were other people in the room with him.  The extremely deep voice of a man, the sexiest voice he'd ever heard, and a lighter, softer, more melodious sound of a woman.  Maybe they were the doctor and the nurse?  Maybe he was in the hospital?  That would make sense if he was run over by a Mac truck like he felt.
     "Baby?  Did you make a noise?  Please baby, respond...say something," he heard the man say and his heart pounded in his chest.  Baby?  Why was this man calling him baby?  That seemed a little inappropriate coming from his doctor.  He struggled to remember what had happened to him, where he was, who this man could be....he remembered....getting ready to move in with someone....a man, a big man....Anton!  Anton Forrester, the wolf shifter....oh yeah, they were on the road, they'd made it all the way to Virginia and then....he gasped as he remembered walking into the restroom.  He began thrashing on the bed, moaning and screaming as he relived the horror of his attack.
     "No!  No!  No!!" he screamed, tears rolling down his face, his mouth open and gasping for air, his arms and his legs thrashing about wildly as he tried to fight off his invisible attackers.
     "Tommy!  Baby!  Wake up!  You're safe.  I'm here,  they're gone.  I promise.  C'mon baby, please open your eyes, please," he heard the man say and instantly soothed.  His eyes popped open and he sat up quickly in pain, wincing in agony.  He looked around the room wildly and he saw Ton sitting on the bed next to him, his hands clutching his shoulders.  He threw himself into the bigger man's arms, uncaring of his injuries, unmindful of his appearance.
     "Oh god Ant!" he cried as he clutched the other man's shirt desperately, scrambling to climb up into the cowboy's lap.  He heard the other man making shushing noises in an effort to calm him and felt Ton's hands hold onto him firmly.  When another, more slender hand touched his back before rubbing his hair he stiffened and jerked away.
     "Tommy!  Baby!  It's okay.  It's just my sister, Luci.  She's a doctor, I called her and asked her to meet us here, to help you!" Ton stated frantically.
     Tommy looked over at the woman and assessed her.  She stood at his height, with long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, a small pert nose, pink lips, a delicate almost disarming frame of body, with curves in all the right places, and as his eyes traveled back up he saw her eyes, her startling blue eyes.  Those eyes, filled with kindness, sadness for what he'd been through, anger at his attackers, sympathy for his anguish, and concern over his injuries, filled him with peace and he calmed instantly.  He heard Ton chuckle and looked over at him, much more calm and serene, more aware of his surroundings than he had been upon first waking.
     "Luci is an omega.  She has this ability to make people feel at ease and at peace.  It's sort of a special...gift she has.  I haven't seen her use it on a human in a while," Ton explained and Tommy nodded.  So Luci was a wolf shifter too.
     "Are they dead?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion, raspy from screaming.  He saw Ton and Luci exchange looks before Ton answered him.
     "No, they're not.  They were injured pretty bad though, had to be put into the hospital, both for their injuries and because they said they saw the wolf that attacked them turn into a human before he picked up the other man in the bathroom, the one that they'd beat up," the Texan growled.
     Tommy's eyebrows lifted in amazement, "They confessed to beating me up?"
     "In their confusion and hysteria, yeah, they did," Ton said with a smile.  Tommy merely nodded again and looked around the room, before his eyes landed on the pamphlet on the table.
     "Mississippi?" he read aloud and looked over at Ton.  "We're in Mississippi?"
     Ton nodded and swallowed thickly.  "I tried to nurse you myself, but you were getting worse.  You wouldn't wake up, I wasn't sure if you were even alive.  I took you to the hospital, but they wanted to keep you overnight and wouldn't let me see you.  So I sneaked out with you and kept driving.  My sister was visiting a friend of hers here in Mississippi so we just met up here so she could care for you."
     Tommy looked over at Luci who merely smiled at him before answering, "I stitched you up, gave you a shot for the pain, wrapped your ribs, your wrist, your ankle.  I even had to bandage your head for a while."
     Tommy's hands flew to his hair and began to run through his curls frantically.  Ton grasped his hands and pulled them down.  "Don't worry, nothing was shaved or anything," he reassured him.  Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and crawled back up into the big wolf's lap before reaching out a hand to Luci.
     "Thank you so much," he said to her with a small smile.  He breathed a sigh of relief and felt exhaustion sweep back over him, he tried to fight against it, wanting the chance to get to know Luci but more than that, wanting to spend time with his wolf, his hero, his mate.  The thought of being Ton's mate didn't scare him as much anymore.  He'd survived a horrific attack because of this man, his man.  An attack he received because people couldn't accept the fact that everyone is different, and that which they saw as being socially normal was actually humanly abnormal.  Differences were what made up the human race, similarities were what made up drones and clones.
     "Get some sleep baby, we'll still be here when you wake up," he heard Ton's voice say and without another thought, he drifted off to sleep.