Here is the deets and a smutty excerpt for the first one - Bite.
It's not just a normal attraction for Anton. He's an unusual man, with unusual desires, and Greg seems to be filling a place in Anton's life that he's never explored. Anton prefers to be a civilized man and not let his werewolf-self run free, but it’s the wolf that wants to claim Greg for a mate.
Someone disapproves of Anton's relationship with Greg. Someone close to Anton, someone inside his carefully controlled household. As he and Greg come closer to mating for life, the danger gets nearer, forcing them to depend on each other to stay safe, and for Greg to stay sane.
Can Anton convince Greg that his wolf would never hurt him and keep Greg safe from the menace outside their relationship, too? Sexy, razor sharp and fast-paced, Bite will keep your heart racing!
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"Easy, man. You want some berries and cream for dessert?"
"Depends." Anton sat and cut each fillet into four, and then speared each piece, barely seeming to chew before he swallowed it down.
"On what?" Christ, wolf it down.
Those dark grey eyes met his, almost glowing. "On how it's being served."
"Your guests got it on a silver platter..." Sex on a stick.
Anton looked at his plate like he was going to lick it clean. Of course when the man looked back up at him, Anton wore that same look. "I prefer a more personal service."
"More personal?" Was he being flirted with?
"Indeed. More personal. You are my chef after all, are you not?" Anton's gaze was intense.
"That's what it says on the job description, bossman..." The question was did Anton play the same games he did?
Oh man, look at the way those eyes caught the light. "Then feed me some of these berries and cream."
He headed to the refrigerator, found the leftovers and a plate. "You want to do this here, with everyone watching?"
Anton glanced around the room, looking surprised when his eyes lighted on the kids doing the dishes and jabbering quietly together. "No. My rooms."
"I..." He stopped, met Anton's eyes. "Is this going to lose me my job here? I'm off the clock for this, you know?"
Anton's eyes flashed. "This has nothing to do with your job." Just listen to that growl.
"Good answer." There was a little voice in the back of his head going, 'wait, what are you doing, are you stupid?'
It was completely drowned out by the voice singing the 'we're getting laid' song.
Anton stalked into the pantry and opened the hidden door, disappearing down the corridor. He followed, berries in hand, trying hard not to spill any. When he got to Anton's room, it was lit solely by the moon shining through the open window, and the dancing flames in the fireplace.
Anton himself lounged in the middle of the large chair, one leg flung over the chair's arm. There was an air of the predator emanating from the man.
"So, how do you want to do this? You just want a bite?"
Anton shifted, sitting up in the chair and patting his lap. "Have a seat and feed me properly, Greg. Though I won't forget your offer to bite."
Oh, hell. That was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He just stared, caught in the look in Anton's eyes.
Anton licked his lips. "Anytime."
"Sorry. Sorry, I... You have fascinating eyes." He headed over, bowl in hand. His words seemed to make Anton's eyes glow deeper—it was amazing how they reflected the flames like that.
Greg stepped forward, lips parted, the scent of berries strong on his nose. Mmm. He fit wonderfully, right there, right on Anton's thigh. One of Anton's hands landed on top of his leg, curling around it. The man's eyes glowed beneath half-closed lids, lips dark and shining where they'd been licked.
He spread a little, slipping a bite of dessert in Anton's lips. "Open up."
Anton opened up for the bite, eyes holding his as Anton slowly pulled the fruit and cream off the spoon. That pink tongue came out again, licking the corners of Anton's lips.
"Is it good?" Like he didn't know it was. Good.
"I'm not sure. I'll need another taste." That deep voice was low and quiet, intimate.
Shivers climbed up his belly. "I can do that."
One more spoonful slipped into the open lips.
"Mmm... I think I like it, but I need one more taste." Anton's hand stopped his. "Without the spoon this time."
"You want me to use my fingers? They're slick."
"Your fingers are one option."
He scooped up a raspberry, placing it on Anton's tongue.
Anton's lips closed over the tip of his finger, holding it for just a second, hot tongue flicking across the top before Anton leaned back and ate at the berry.
Oh, fuck, that was hot.
"I'm liking it better with every taste."
"Mmm. You want a strawberry?" Greg dug one out, holding it carefully.
"Not from your fingers." Anton's gaze moved from the strawberry to his mouth.
"Perv." He let himself grin, wink. Then he leaned forward, strawberry caught in his lips.
"You don't know the half of it," whispered Anton just before sharp teeth caught hold of the strawberry.
Anton bit into the fruit, their lips pressing together as Anton chewed. He took a quick swipe of Anton's lips with his tongue, before backing off, teasing.
Groaning, Anton leaned forward, eyes just shining. "It's good. But I believe I like the taste of the chef better than his wares."
"Oh, man. Is that good or bad?" He rubbed noses with Anton, took a quick, quick kiss.
Anton chuckled, the sound deep and sexy, running along his spine like a touch. "It's good."
Fingers slid behind his head, held it in place as Anton leaned forward and brought their mouths together. The kiss started slow, almost tame, Anton seemed to search for something in his eyes. Anton's tongue was hot, wet, as it slid across his lips, but didn't demand entrance. Not yet. He touched the tip of Anton's tongue with his own, just barely tapping it before pulling away.
Groaning, Anton pressed their lips harder together, and now his tongue pressed against his lips. Greg dove into the kiss, pushing Anton back against the chair, fucking the soft lips, curious to see whether Anton would fight back. The groan turned into a growl, Anton's tongue tangling with his as they wrestled for control of the kiss.
Fucking hot. Greg loved an alpha male that could take what he needed. Loved it. Of course, that didn't mean it should be fucking easy. Greg moved closer, fingers tangling in Anton's heavy, thick hair. Anton bucked up against him, free hand sliding down to grab his ass. The other stayed on the back of his head, tilting it to give Anton better access as he took control of the kiss.
Yes. He wrapped his lips around Anton's, sucking hard. Anton's tongue swept through his mouth, the hand on his ass squeezing, rubbing him against the strong thigh he straddled. If he wasn't careful, he'd cream his Chef’s checkered pants, right there. Damn.
Anton's hand opened and closed, and then suddenly the man growled and twisted, putting him on the chair with Anton above him, the kiss going fierce.
Jesus. How did he... How did... "Oh." He opened up, hips bucking so that they could rub together, push and pull and hump.
Anton thrust against him, their crotches rubbing, hardness on hardness with too much fucking clothing between them. That wasn't bad. Wasn't bad at all. His toes curled and he groaned, balls drawing up like stones. Just like that.
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