Wrong Place, Right Time
By Bronwyn Heeley
©2016 by Bronwyn Heeley
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, “holy fucking shit!” Matty screamed as come spilt from his body. It sprayed out of him like a broken hose, going fuck knows where. He panted as Gavin continued to thrust, chasing his own orgasm while Matty’s channel shuttered through the mind-blowing experiences.
He laughed a laugh that always puffed out of him when he’d gotten off. It didn’t really matter where or when, or even how great the experience was the sound always came.
Gavin roared above him as he finally came himself, filling Matty up before collapsing onto him. The firm weight of Gavin had Matty smiling wider, his arms coming up, running over the big man’s shoulders and back. And Gavin growled. It sounded satisfied and started somewhere inside his belly and seemed to work its way through the larger man and sank into Matty turning his insides into mush before raising the heat.
His hips moved, clamping down on the cock still inside him.
“Oh god, what the hell is happening to me?”
Gavin made a noise that sort of froze before he quickly made it to his elbows and looked down a Matty.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” His eyes got a little bigger and much whiter. “You know what’s happening to you, right?”
“Ah, I’m horny like I’ve never been horny before.” But even Matty could see his world falling short of something big.
“Didn’t they tell you what you were signing up for?”
“Signing…?” whatever else Matty was going to say trained off with the door slamming against the frame as it was opened hard and hurried.
“What the fuck! Get the hell out of here!” Gavin rumbled, mean and deep as he stood facing the door, protecting Matty from the angry vampire standing at there.
“You can’t have him.” The vampire, Taylor, Matty was sure of it, though he’d only just started being used by the vampire.
“The hell I can’t, the matchmaker matched.”
“Not him. He wasn’t a part of the party.”
“He wasn’t? Then maybe you shouldn’t have allowed him into the party, because as I see it. As your rules decree it, anyone in the room is up for grabs.”
“He wasn’t meant to be there.”
“Not my fucking problem. Maybe next time you should make sure your men aren’t in the room.”
“Not men, whore.”
“Ha,” Gavin his voice turned even meaner, before he turned towards Matty, his lips lifting in a smile. “We want to stay here, baby? We still have twenty hours we must stay together for but that doesn’t mean we have to do it here.”
“You want to be a whore for these guys, or come home with me and see what it’s really like to live?”
“Fuck off,” the vampire spat. “Be a whore for the vampire or the werewolves. That’s what he’s offering you, Matty, but unlike him, we can give you everything you want.”
Except they couldn’t. They couldn’t give him someone who looked at him like he was more than just blood and sex. It was rubbed in his face every chance they got, no one give a shit about Matty and yeah it might be whatever the hell they were talking about but he’d been in this hellhole for nearly a month, and he knew the day after he’d accepted the offer that he’d made a mistake, and though he might be making another, wasn’t it better so at least see. At least find out if it could be better?
Sitting up, Matty scooted the rest of the way off the bed and put out his hand. He felt the spike of lust hit as fingers touched palm, but it was the look of hope and honest to god happiness in Gavin’s eyes that made his heart lift up. This wasn’t going to be a mistake.
“No. you can’t have him! He’s mine.” The screeched words filled the room as the vampire charged forward. Matty didn’t even have time to react before Gavin pushed him back onto the bed, gravelled something Matty was sure made sense but he couldn’t comprehend. The vampire was something out of a horror show with claws, teeth, and a face nearly unrecognisable, angry and hatred turning a reasonably attractive man into something not even a mother could love.
Bones popping had Matty looking at Gavin, seeing him sprout hair and body reshape made Matty flee, moving up onto the bed and over it, sliding so far he landed in a bunch of arms and legs on the other side. Righting himself, he looked over the edge to see the back of a wolf, and that was it. There was a low growl, a hiss, and a banging that had Matty curious in a way he probably shouldn’t have if he wanted to keep his sanity.
He made his way to the corner of the bed, peeking around the foot end he saw feet and a hand, just lying there. Motionless. Matty was pretty sure he’d squeaked at the sight, tucking back out of sight. Had Gavin killed the vampire? If he did, would that bother him? Would he want to go home with the beast he’d just witness murdering someone? Did he now, after seeing him turn into a wolf?
A whine caught his attention, a wolf nose poking around the edge of the bed, low, being careful as he came close to Matty who was now sitting on his arse, his back against the bed.
“Hey,” he whispered, putting his hand out, waiting as he’d been told to wait whenever he was meeting a dog.
The wolf seemed to roll his eyes and came forward, his nose brushing up under his fingers, letting them move across his snout to his head. Gavin—because this was Gavin—came up and gave him a quick lick on his cheek before moving away. And then a sound Matty didn’t particularly like but what he gathered was the reverse of what happened when he became a wolf. Matty was staring at a very naked Gavin.
“Are you okay?” Gavin spoke softly, tentative.
“Yeah.” Yeah, he really was. “Thank you for saving me.”
Gavin huffed a laugh. “Don’t think he would have done any real damage.”
Matty’s smile felt a little forced even as he tried to believe that, Taylor might not have hurt him physically. “No, I mean for taking me away from here.”
Gavin’s grin was everything Matty could ever imagine someone would give him, not even in his dreams was he lucky enough to see such emotion handed to him. Joy and lust and hope and the future.
“Come on.” Gavin stood fast, putting his hand out for Matty to join him. “We’d better hurry before they see us and don’t let us leave before retribution is made.”
“Oh yeah, as it is he’s knocked out, so they will just assume I’m in the wrong. It’s a fucked up vampire thing, like trying to say I can’t have you because they didn’t get you away fast enough. But if we aren’t here they’ll wait until he’s awake to find out what went on and it’s not like he’d be able to get away with lying. They might not like it, but once I’m gone, they have to file paperwork and everything. The fight is never worth it.” He grinned like a loon, as he threw clothes at Matty before he pulled on his own.
When they were both dressed, he grabbed Matty’s hand, pulling it up to his lips for a simple kiss that lit Matty up like a Christmas tree.
“Let’s get out of here, mate.”
“Okay.” Matty sounded as dazed as he felt. “Will, you tell me what I’m missing.”
“Sure, I’ll fill you in on what tonight is while I drive us home.”
Matty nodded mostly to himself, as Gavin pulled him out of the room.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Gavin had never been happier to be back home than he was right now. His cock was screaming at him to get inside his mate again. The magic of the night as still in them, wrapping around them nice and tight, not giving an inch.
The drive home had gone by in a flash, as it was excruciatingly slow. He had never hated living so far from the vampire coven as he had in these moments. And yeah he knew it was the magic that made him feel that way, but knowing didn’t actually stop the feelings.
Matty had been full of questions, showing off just how new he was to the whole paranormal world, only giving him information that helped them, aka that vampire’s needed blood to live. Gavin wasn’t even sure why they thought it had been a good idea to let him anywhere near the ballroom. But their stupidity was his gain, and he wasn’t going to complain.
Hey, did he rhyme? No? Yes? Hell, he didn’t remember anything, didn’t care.
It took him an embarrassingly long time to unlock the front door, but he finally got it open and closed with both of them inside. Throwing Matty’s bag into his lounge room, Gavin slammed Matty up against the wall, bending down to line them up and he took over his mate’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he mumbled as Gavin only let him breathe for the moment it took them to get their clothes off before his mouth was back again. Exploring, tasting. Loving the flavour, and the feeling of Matty’s hands on him and his hips cocking a hard cock against Gavin.
With a growl that came more from his wolf them himself, Gavin grabbed Matty’s arms and manoeuvred him over the back of the lounge, his chest and stomach on the back cushions and his hips pointed up presented to Gavin.
He snarled as he slid his hand up the man’s back, running along the smooth lines of perfection before heading back down and coming to rest with his thumb against a hot loose hole.
“Come on, hurry up,” Matty yelled over his shoulder pushing back into Gavin’s touch so much so that his thumb disappeared into his arse.
Moving it around some, Gavin pulled his thumb free. It came out wet enough that he didn’t bother wasting their time. Lining his cock up, he slowly slid himself into Matty, watching as the man bowed into the invasion as he had the first time.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his hands touching, moving over flesh as he bottomed out and then slide under Matty, pulling him up to rest against his chest. And then he started moving, not full thrusts but enough to give them both what they needed.
Matty’s head fell to the side, exposing the long line of his neck and shoulder, both pale and wanting. Gavin’s wolf couldn’t resist. Not this time, not for this display. His canines grew, the rest of the teeth following and he bit down on Matty’s shoulder.
The man screamed up to the roof, his hips working themselves back down on Gavin, trying to chase the pleasure he was giving him and the added sensation.
Freeing the wee man, Gavin growled out, “You’re mine now, Matty. All mine.”
Matty came, spilling himself over the top of Gavin’s lounge.
Gavin let him go, settling him back over his own spillage, as he settled his hands on Matty’s hips and started fucking his mate, his lover, and his everything.
He watched as his length moved in and out of his lover’s body. The damp stink or sex. The sounds Matty made added to the overall moment, which made it something he couldn’t even dream of, something that took sex and mating to love and wonder, and everything that anyone could ever want in life.
“Yes. Yes. Yours. Yours!”
“Fuck yes. Mine!” And he would be forever on. Gavin threw his head back as his orgasm went through him and shot out his cock, filling Matty up with him, marking him inside just like Gavin had marked him outside.
When he’d gotten his head back together, he slowly pulled out of his lover, picking him up and moved towards the back of the house where his bed lay. Settling him on the bed, he went and got a cloth and towel, cleaning up first his Matty and then himself before lifting the blankets up around their chests, tugged the wee man into the little spoon of his big spoon.
“I know it’s magic,” Matty spoke into the quite they’d been sharing. “But fuck me.”
“No,” Gavin whispered, his lips suckling Matty’s earlobe. “But I’ll love on you.”
“Whatever, my cock is so fucking hard it’s not funny, and my arse feel like it’ll kick my arse if I don’t get your cock back in there.”
“Your arse kicking your arse, now that’s something to see.” Gavin had chuckled into the back of Matty’s neck before he pulled away to get the lube out of his bedside draw.
“Oh, fuck off.” he laughed. “You know what I meant.”
“Yep,” he mumbled as his lubed up finger worked it’s way into soothing his lover’s hole before his cock followed and they spent the rest of their twenty-four hours in bed fucking like it was their very first time.
“I’m keeping you forever,” Gavin whispered as the lust flew away and they were actually able to get some sleep.
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”
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TAKING A STAND
One Werewolf. One Vampire. One night.
Dem lives in a world ruled by two things: the moon and his alpha. Something inside of him has always yearned for more, and a chance encounter with a vampire helps Dem realise what he craves. Now that Dem knows what he wants, is he strong enough to reach out and take it?PAYHIP: https://payhip.com/b/UQdL
A hand gripped Dem from behind, slamming him into the brick wall in front of him. The edges scrapped at his whiskers, sparks he’d later deny scattered across his skin, making it tingle.
Dem snarled at the beast pressing him against the wall from behind, holding him against his will. There was no way he’d let one mangy little vampire keep him down. Not in this life. He resisted, even as his cock decided this was the place it wanted to be and his balls threatened to rebel if he let the hotness get away before they were emptied.
“You think I’m impressed, little wolf?” he fucking purred. The sound shifted as the heat and hardness of the vampire’s body pushed closer.
Snarling again, Dem pushed back. Wanting the body off him, wanting off the wall, wanting to rub against the hardness digging into his denim covered arse.
He tensed as liquid heat pulsed thought him, making his mouth water and his bones ache. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked, even longer since he’d lost control of his power while it was happening.
His fingers gripped the wall, breaking the skin as it scraped against the sharp edges. Wanting to get him off, Dem pushed himself away from the wall and into the vampire.
The wording made him pause. He wanted to get the vampire off him. That’s what he wanted, what he meant, not get him off.
He felt his hips shifting. Losing himself in the minute roll of the vampire’s size rubbing against his arse crack.
Dem swallowed hard, trying to force his hips to stop moving, hoping the bastard behind him didn’t notice his response.
He heard a chuckle: dark, evil, and knowing.
Using the strength he’d been ignoring because of the lust pulsing through him, Dem lifted one knee, pressing it against the wall. He threw himself backwards, gaining the upper hand.
They crashed into the wall on the other side of the narrow walkway and the vampire grunted. The sound pleased Dem, made him smile, turned his lips and teeth into more of a snarl.
An arm snaked up from under Dem’s pit, quickly and without notice, fingers digging into his throat, nails sliced in, sharp and deadly. Teeth scrapped the back of his neck, catching his hair and pulling, as Dem shifted forward. Pushed into the simple act of domination, he growled as he hit the wall behind him, the vamp’s legs and thick thighs bracketing him.
Blood slid down his throat, tickling as fat drops pooled into the hollow at the base. He felt it, wanted to wipe it away, wanted to get away.
“You think I don’t smell your desire, wolf?”
The truth, spoken by another’s tongue. One Dem couldn’t admit to, couldn’t allow to be true.
Dem snarled again, shaking his head, feeling those fingers dig deeper, slicing the tender skin that had started to heal.
He wanted what the vamp was offering, but he couldn’t submit, not to anyone besides his alpha. It was forbidden. Even the bitches stood their ground, only allowing a male to fuck them if he won a battle, proved his worth.
The moan wrapped around him, drew him in tight, made his body tingle and sweat. Had his muscles and bones melted down around the vampire’s feet? He wanted it so bloody badly.
He growled as the vampire moved behind him. Quick and strong, he pulled Dem’s head back, exposing his neck completely; hair pulling sharply as it scraped against the bricks once more. His tendons screamed. He was forced to look up, past the darkness of the alley, into the murkiness of a sky polluted by man and woman alike.
A hot, strong tongue stroked along his throat, Dem knew the vampire was tasting him, sampling what he would eventually gorge himself on.
It was the reason he needed to fight. If he believed the horror stories his alpha told, that is. Vampires couldn’t handle wolf blood. It was too strong, turned them into addicts, and Dem wasn’t going to become a vamp’s chew toy.
Sharp nails scraped against his collarbone and more heat hit his balls, pulling them up tight, making them ache.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
The words couldn’t be truer; a werewolf would always taste good to a vamp, give him a buzz he wasn’t likely to forget.
Dem grunted. “Of course I do.”
The vampire chuckled, dark and rich, tapping a finger against the soft, sensitive skin above his collarbone.
His body pushed back against the vamp. Against skin, bone, and heat. Blood was power, he’d wanted more of it now.
“Different than most.” His teeth scraped against Dem’s throat where he’d already licked. Red welts would appear, marking the journey up his throat, healing almost as quickly as they appeared.
Dem felt it in his feet, the start of a claiming. The flirtation of a bedmate. A request he wasn’t sure he was able to deny.
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