Authors: Jordan Moore
Riverside Park was dark when Ethan stepped out of the taxi. Paying the fare, he glanced around nervously before walking towards Grant's Tomb.
At this time of night, only a few streetlamps illuminated the area. The shadows were thick, and Ethan felt the tingle of fear that every New Yorker feels when surrounded by thick shadows. Seeing nobody, he called into the darkness. "All right, I'm here!"
"Nice of you to come by," Devin whispered in his ear, scaring the hell out of him. Ethan hadn't heard him approach at all. He staggered forward, spinning and letting loose a startled yelp.
"Shit Devin, what the hell is all of this for?" Ethan angrily asked, backpedaling. "And what made you think that you could kidnap Jim? Where is he?"
Devin leaned his head back and laughed, the sound echoing and sending chills down Ethan’s spine. "You always do have so many questions, Ethan. I kidnapped Jim because I could, because I wanted to get you out here and away from that building or in the company of Romanov. As for where Jim is, he's right inside Grant's Tomb. Would you like to see?"
"Yes," Ethan snapped, wrapping his arms around himself as if it would protect him. He knew that any lycanthrope was stronger, faster, and more deadly than he could ever dream of being. His only hope was to get Jim free and pray that Devin didn't want him dead. "Lead on."
Devin took him by the arm, pulling towards where he wanted him to go.
Half walking, half dragged, Ethan followed, until they were inside the unlit mausoleum. With the building shut down for the night, only hints of light found their way through the windows, casting the whole area in gloom.
He could see Jim, off to one side, still bound to a chair and slumped over. Shaking free of Devin's arm, he ran over to Jim, dropping to his knees as he pulled at the ropes binding him to the chair.
"Jim, are you okay?" cried Ethan, struggling with the knots.
Jim stirred groggily, his right eye opening a sliver while his left eye remained closed, swollen shut. "Ethan?" he mumbled, his eye fixing on Ethan’s. "Hey, my boy. How are you?"
Ethan laughed despite his fear. "I'll be better once I can get you out of here," he said, working the first knot on his right hand free. "Be still and I'll get you out as soon as I can."
Devin cleared his throat behind Ethan. "Shouldn't you wait until I give you permission to untie him?" he asked, his voice heavy with threat. "I didn't kidnap a man just to have you untie him and escape."
"What the hell do you want, Devin?" Ethan demanded, whirling on him.
Ethan froze in place as he saw Devin now had a pistol in his hand, pointed in his direction.
"From you? Nothing. Sure, my initial plan was to try and seduce you, turn you into a mole. Of course I also was going to see how many times I could fuck you before dumping you or killing you."
"Hey asshole, don't you talk about Ethan like that," Jim rasped, his arm trembling as he pointed at Devin.
Devin laughed. "Or what, old man? My boys took you out without even breaking a sweat, and I didn't even need to use any of my lycanthrope clan to do it. They're too busy preparing the second part of my plan."
"Which is what, you evil bastard?" Ethan fumed, glaring at him. "Are you just going to kill me now?"
"No," another voice from the gloom said. "His plan was to lure me or Karina out here, and either kill or at least distract us enough for his lycanthrope clan members along with their allies to assault the Morgan Industries building. He figured we would be so focused on you, we'd let our guard down."
Talen stepped into the light, and elation surged through Ethan. "Talen...?"
"Every entrance and exit from the Morgan building is recorded," Talen replied, "And I left standing orders with the guards to inform me any time you left the building. When I got a notification, and you didn't answer your phone, I immediately went to where you've been sleeping, and found your cell phone along with the text messages from Grimes here. But then, I bet he wanted me to find those messages, didn't you Grimes?"
Devin clapped mockingly, turning to square off with Talen.
Ethan was relieved. Devin’s gun was no longer pointed at him.
"Nice job, Hunt Leader. I was hoping you'd be a bit slower so that I could have your love interest all tied up and ready to act as a hostage, but so be it. You're still here, my boys are still surrounding Morgan, and by the time the clock strikes midnight, the Romanov will be destroyed. The Grimes Clan will be the only lycanthrope power left in New York City."
Talen laughed, slipping off his jacket to reveal his chiseled upper body. "Devin, you always were a damned fool. Karina has had plans in place for any assault from the Grimes and its allies ever since she became the Shield. Already the NYPD is disrupting your human alliances, so that when your clan does assault the building, if they still have the guts, they'll be alone, outnumbered, and outmatched.
My sister's smarter than you, Devin, just like she was smarter than your brother. She’s trained her whole life to be the Shield, and she’s going to mop the floor with your clan."
Devin looked like he had been punched in the stomach. He glared at Talen for a moment, before regaining his calm exterior. "Maybe, Talen. Maybe. But even if she has a short term feeling of victory, she’s going to be going to a funeral the next day, and the Romanov will be looking for a new Hunt Leader. Because I'm going to rip out your fucking throat out. I don't need a gun."
Devin flew at Talen, tossing his gun aside.
Ethan ignored the battle, turning to work on untying Jim. The ropes he used were slick, tied tightly, and in the gloom of Grant's Tomb he had to go mostly by feel.
As he worked, he could only catch glimpses of the fight between the two Alpha lycanthropes. In his view, it looked like Talen was stronger, but Devin was a bit faster. Both fought with ferocity, substituting martial prowess for rage induced power.
Talen threw Devin the breadth of the rotunda, causing him to crash into a column on the other side before dropping to the ground. Instead of being killed or even injured however, Devin was immediately back on his feet, launching himself at Talen with a roaring howl that punctuated a viscous kick to the sternum.
Talen was launched backwards himself, cracking the marble tiles on the wall with his impact. Ethan's fingers kept working, and he got Jim's other wrist free.
"All right Jim, just two more," Ethan muttered, dropping his hands down further to work at the bonds for Jim’s ankles. "Think you can give me a hand?"
"I can try," Jim replied weakly, leaning over to work on his left ankle while Ethan took the right. "Who are these two, anyway? Did I hear something about werewolves? I thought werewolves hated the city."
"Apparently these two families don't. Remember when I said I had two guys interested in me? There you go."
"I change my advice then," Jim whispered. "Choose the one who didn't kidnap me and rough me up."
"Good advice," Ethan chuckled as his fingers kept working.
Suddenly, he heard a tremendous crack, and whirled to see Devin's body crashing off of Grant's sarcophagus so hard the lid was dislodged, his body bending backwards at an obscene degree as his spine snapped.
Devin fell to the floor, clawing at the marble tile as he crawled towards Talen, hatred glowing in his eyes. "This isn't over, Romanov," he spat, reaching inside his pants and pulling another pistol. "Even lycanthrope speed isn't fast enough to catch a bullet I fire at your love."
Before Devin could even start to aim the pistol, Talen was upon him, knocking the pistol out of his hands and sending it clattering into the gloom.
Talen wrapped his hand around Devin's throat, and Ethan could see his forearm trembling in rage fueled tension. "It's over, Grimes," Talen rasped, his fingers flexing just a little bit. "You're paralyzed, your clan is destroyed, and Ethan and his friend are safe. It's over."
Talen took a deep breath, and relaxed his grip. "I told you two years ago when I became Hunt Leader, we need to stop this damned blood feud. Karina told me not to trust you, but I had to take that chance.
Devin, our people are dying. We're caught up in a blood feud that stretches back to antiquity, killing each other off over claims of righteousness that neither of us can say is true.
You know the history as much as I do. Today, the humans outnumber us on a scale of a ten-thousand to one. Let it go, Grimes. I don't want to have to kill you."
Devin stared at Talen with hate filled eyes, before setting his head back on the tiles. "Just go, Hunt Leader. Tonight is your victory."
Talen stood, and walked over to Ethan. Kneeling down, his fingers tore Jim's bindings like tissue paper, and he helped the Irishman stand up.
Ethan wrapped his arms around Talen, sobbing his fear and relief into his chest. Talen caressed his hair, letting him vent his emotions before tilting his head back.
His eyes were glowing, and Ethan felt all of his fear and terror evaporate as his gentle hands stroked his jaw, and his lips descended to taste his.
Talen kissed him with all of the passion that was in his heart, only breaking the touch when he needed breath. Beside them, Jim coughed discreetly, catching their attention.
"If you two don't mind," he said, rubbing his swollen face, "I think I'd like to get out of here before the NYPD arrives."
Ethan smiled, and slung one of Jim's arms over his shoulders for support. Talen retrieved his jacket, and the trio made their way into the clear fall night. "Jim, have you been introduced?"
"No, Ethan, I don't think I have had the pleasure. Jim Flannigan sir, hotdog vendor." Jim offered his free hand to Talen, who shook it carefully.
"Talen Romanov, Mr. Flannigan. I'm Ethan's.......boss."
"Don't forget my boyfriend," Ethan interjected, looking over at Talen. "That is, if he'll have me."
"Are you all right?" Ethan asked, as he climbed out of Talen's car.
Talen had taken his McLaren F1 to the park, most likely shattering speed records in New York along the way. After taking Jim to the hospital, Ethan and Talen drove back to Morgan Investments to find that organized chaos was the order of the day.
As Devin had said, his men attacked, but Morgan's defenses were so prepared that no Grimes lycanthrope even stepped foot inside the lobby. The NYPD was just hauling away the last of the Grimes men when Ethan and Talen arrived.
"We're fine," Karina replied, her hair still mussed from her hand to hand battle with the Grimes. "Although there have been some minor injuries, nothing that won't heal in a few days. Devin's dead?"
"Paralyzed," Talen replied, hugging his sister tenderly. "I broke his spine on Grant's Tomb."
Karina shrugged. "Well, if you're going to break a spine, that's a good way to do it. Are you okay, Ethan?"
"He didn't hurt me," Ethan replied, holding Talen's hand. "Talen came in before Devin could do anything, and saved us both."
Karina looked from Talen to Ethan, and back again. Finally, she shook her head and just looked at the two. "You two go upstairs. I'll handle the NYPD, and give you a report in the morning."
"What do you mean?" Ethan asked, looking around. "Shouldn't we be helping here?"
Karina laughed. "I'm a lycanthrope, Ethan. That means I can smell the pheromones coming off you two almost as soon as you stepped out of the car. Now go, before your combined smells gets everyone's attention."
Ethan looked at Talen, who picked him up in his arms. Dashing inside the building, he ignored the few people who paid them attention on his way to the elevator.
Once inside, the two of them once again kissed, and Ethan felt his body surge in arousal as Devin’s lips caressed his, his tongue slipping in and out as his hands stroked and caressed his body.
Ethan could barely believe that the same hands that could literally throw another person across a room were now so tender and gentle.
Ethan’s hands worked themselves inside Talen’s jacket, tracing his firm muscles through his shirt as Talen’s lips started tracing their way down his jawline to his neck.
Unable to bend over any further, Talen lifted him up instead, his left arm slipping down under Ethan’s waist while his right arm held Ethan to his mouth, his tongue tracing his pulse and making Ethan moan in pleasure.
"Talen, we need to...." Ethan moaned, trying to gather his thoughts once more.
Talen took his lips away from his neck, to look at Ethan questioningly. "We need to what?"
Ethan looked at the desire burning in Talen’s eyes, and made his decision.
Ethan smiled at him and kissed him on the nose. "We need to slow down, before you make me come in this elevator," he finished, running his fingers through Talen’s hair.
Talen smiled, and held Ethan in his arms. His eyes were glowing, and his face had an expression Ethan had never seen on it before.
"I love you, you know," he said quietly, kissing Ethan’s lips tenderly again. "It may a little fast for me to say it, but I've wanted to say it to you for weeks now. You don't have to say it back if you don't want to."
Ethan felt his heart swell in his chest, and he clung to Talen as the elevator dinged.
Talen carried him across the open area to his office, his foot kicking the door closed behind him. He set Ethan down on the floor, and he smiled at him as his feet touched down.
"I love you too, Talen," Ethan said as his toes settled, "And I want you, I want you right now."
Talen's face lit up in joy as Ethan brought his mouth to his again, pushing Talen back until he felt him fall into the sofa on the far side of the office.
Talen plopped down with a surprised thump, eliciting a laugh. Ethan knelt down between his legs and ran his hands over Talen’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
Ethan peeled back the two halves to reveal his perfectly toned muscles, and he lowered his head, kissing his pale skin starting at his collarbones and working his way down, nipping at his chest as he went.
Ethan smiled against Talen’s skin as he yipped and gasped, before kissing his way lower, trailing his tongue over his rock hard stomach to his belt buckle.
Talen could feel his hard cock under his chin, and he kissed its fabric covering once, laughing softly as Talen’s hips jerked under his kiss.
"Down boy," Ethan teased, running his hands up Talen’s sides. "Let’s take it slow."
Talen looked Ethan in the eyes and nodded, calming himself just a little bit. Sliding his hands back down, Ethan deftly unbuckled his pants before unsnapping them.
Ethan was both shocked and aroused to find Talen nude underneath, his erection springing free to almost slap him in the face.
"You know, last time you took off your clothes in front of me, you were wearing underpants," Ethan commented as he wrapped his fingers around the big, throbbing cock. "Were you hoping to get lucky tonight?"
Talen laughed, and reached out to caress his jaw again. His gesture was cut short however as Ethan started to stroke his hand up and down Talen’s shaft, causing him to sit back as the electric sensations radiated outward from his touch.
"No," Talen gasped, struggling to speak. "I was in the shower when I got the call and just grabbed the first things I could find. I think my underpants are still in my bathroom."
Ethan laughed, a sound that turned into a lustful hum as he kissed Talen’s tip, his lips relishing the velvety softness on top of the massive hardness that pulsed under his fingers.
Talen was easily the largest man Ethan had ever seen, and knew if he was going to have him, he needed to be as lubricated as possible.
Spreading his lips, Ethan slowly slid Talen’s cock into his mouth, sucking him tenderly as he took inch after inch in, until he could feel his throbbing head connecting with the back of his throat.
Ethan had never taken more than that, but he swore he would try for this sexy man. Withdrawing his mouth from him, Ethan reached all the way to his tender mushroom shaped head before sucking again, taking as much of Talen inside him as possible over and over, while his fingers stroked and pumped the half he couldn't yet swallow.
Ethan watched as Talen laid his head back on the sofa, the lustful groan that emerged from his chest filling Ethan with warmth that shot all the way to his cock. Ethan needed his touch on his body, and he needed it now.
Withdrawing the swollen dick from his mouth, Ethan kissed Talen again when his eyes looked at him questioningly.
"Just sit back and enjoy the dance," he whispered, regaining his feet.
While his clothes were nothing special, Ethan took them off with in the most teasing manner as he could, his movements filled with style as he slipped his t-shirt over his head, followed by taking off his shoes, then his jeans.
Ethan thrilled at the fire in Talen’s eyes as his pale jeans slid down to expose his flesh, leaving the hardness contained within his briefs exposed to his love. Suddenly, Ethan felt very shy.
Talen rose up from the couch and came over to him.
Ethan felt his fingertips on his chin, and he raised his eyes to see Talen looking at him with total devotion in his face. "Ethan, I love you," Talen whispered. "I'm not going anywhere, and my feelings for you are not going to change. You are the most honest man I’ve ever met in my life and I would be honored if you would become my mate."
Ethan felt a barrier break inside his heart, and his mind flashed backed to previous lovers. None of them had ever promised Ethan more than a quick pounding, some sweaty sheets, and a fumbled promise to call later.
He hadn't even been with a dude since his undergraduate days. But here in front of him was a man. Not just a boy, but an actual man, who looked at him not just as a hot guy with a tight butt who would be good for a notch in the bedpost, but someone who loved him for who he was.
Ethan barely knew what he was going to say before it slipped out of his mouth. "I love you too, Talen. And I would be honored to be your mate."
Talen's eyes flashed at his words, and a solemn look took over his face. "Do you fully understand the meaning of your words? When lycanthropes Mate, we mate for life."
Ethan nodded. He totally understood.
Lycanthropes’ bonds were permanent and indissoluble, released only on death of one of the pair.
"I do, Talen, and I mean what I said. I want to be your Mate."
Talen didn't reply, except to pick Ethan up and hold him in his arms again. Swinging Ethan to the side, Talen carefully laid him down on the carpet, his breath hot on his skin as his weight settled on top of Ethan’s.
It was Talen’s turn to kiss him, starting at his lips before moving down his neck. Talen’s lips were burning his flesh, and Ethan could feel coolness flood each kiss mark as he moved on, sending alternating arrows of hot and cold desire through his body.
When Talen’s lips fastened upon his nipple, Ethan clutched Talen to his chest as Talen licked and sucked on his stiffened nub, his body delirious with pleasure he had never known before.
At the same time, Ethan ran his hands down to cup and caress Talen’s buttocks, massaging the firm muscles until they were fully relaxed under his fingertips.
Talen released his one nipple to feast upon the other, sending Ethan’s into spasms of pleasure.
“Talen,” Ethan gasped.
"I'm not done yet, my Mate," Talen growled.
Ethan shivered as his kisses trailed down his stomach, pausing only to tenderly dip his tongue into his bellybutton before descending to his aching cock.
Ethan shivered as he felt Talen’s tongue glide along his cock, teasing it. The sensations were powerful, Ethan’s heart speeding up as Talen’s large tongue lapped at his swollen mushroom head.
Just when Ethan thought he couldn't take Talen’s teasing one more second, Talen flicked his tongue softly against his head, causing Ethan to shriek in passion as explosions of pleasure went off behind his eyeballs and his cock squirted like a fountain.
Talen wasn't done, as he wrapped his mouth around Ethan’s exploding head, slurping and sucking him with a suction that was so incredibly powerful that Ethan was sent into a higher and higher state of arousal until a powerful orgasm swept through him again.
"No more!" gasped Ethan, pushing Talen away as his body cried out under the constant stimulation. "Just a minute, please."
Talen slid up between Ethan’s legs, supporting himself on his hands while his body came down and his breathing came somewhat under control.
When Ethan’s eyes could focus again, he looked up into Talen’s eyes, and knew it was time. He was ready to become Talen’s Mate.
"Take me, Talen," Ethan growled, pushing himself up against the hardness of his body. "Make me yours."
Talen's eyes clouded over at Ethan’s words, and he watched as Talen’s lip curled a fraction of an inch, lustful growls forming in his chest as he aligned himself with Ethan’s tight hole.
Talen wasn't as gentle as Ethan had hoped, his first thrust burying his entire shaft in his ass. Ethan gasped, a mix of pleasure and pain, as Talen withdrew and thrust in again, this time the pleasure washing away any hints of pain as he filled his aching ass with need, that need turning into liquid desire as Talen thrust himself in and out of Ethan, filling his body and soul with purpose.
Ethan was crying out Talen’s name as his hips pumped in and out of him, Talen’s pelvis smacking into his hips with every body-shaking thrust, sending shockwaves through Ethan’s limbs.
Ethan hooked his fingernails into Talen’s back as his deep ass stimulation triggered the incredible third orgasm, scratching hard enough to draw blood as he cried and screamed through his climax as Talen continued to thrust.
Ethan’s body was sent to new heights of passionate pleasure with every thrust. He lost count of how many times he had called and screamed Talen’s name, begging him to take him, to make him his Mate.
He could only feel himself being filled, over and over again, as his breath quickened and the sweat poured from both of their bodies, melding their flesh into one. F
Finally, after what had seemed like eternity and only a second combined into one, Talen's body began to shake, and his growls of passion deepened.
His thrusts sped up as he settled back, his hands holding Ethan’s waist as he sped up until Ethan couldn't feel the difference between his withdrawals and his penetrations, Talen’s body blurring the two into one epic harmonic wave of pleasure that grew until with a long, lupine howl Talen climaxed, burying himself inside Ethan as he felt his hot seed coursing inside him, the throbs of him inside his sending him into one final mind-blowing orgasm.