Author Charlie Richards
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Kontra's Menagerie: Book One
Detective Catlin Hill doesn't understand the instant, possessive attraction he feels for the slender John Doe in the hospital bed. But the minute those scared baby blues meet his, Catlin lets his protective instincts rule him. The guy has amnesia, and it's only from a conditioned response that Catlin confirms his name is Gallo Ricci. After passing the case to a fellow detective, he takes the victim home with him and gives in to lust. For some reason, it doesn't even faze Catlin when his new lover turns into a horse in his living room. When a group of guys stop by and start talking about mates and centuries of living together, Gallo has a panic attack, proving his past abuse won't allow him to take charge enought to claim Catlin. Is their relationship doomed from the start? And what's tough enough to take down a shifter and leave him in the hospital?
Excerpt - Catlin's Appaloosa
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Catlin had made him a late supper last night, so maybe he should make lunch for him. Gallo nibbled his lip. Would Catlin mind if I used his kitchen? What should I make?
He started opening and closing cupboards, learning what was available, wondering what he could make. Without thinking, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“This is Brad.”
Gallo froze. Shit! Who is Brad?
“Hi,” he finally whispered.
“Gallo? Is that you?”
“Where are you? What happened? We’ve all been worried sick!”
They had been? Who are they? Gallo took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I don’t remember. Who— Shit! Who are you?” he finally blurted out.
That got a pause, then, “Gallo, you called me but you don’t remember me?”
“I have amnesia,” he admitted.
For some reason, Gallo could actually hear the other guy take a deep breath and let it out.
“What were you doing that made you think to call me?”
“I was trying to decide what to make Catlin for lunch,” he answered immediately. That, at least, he knew.
“Who’s Catlin?” Brad asked.
“Detective Catlin Hill,” Gallo said. “I’m staying with him while I figure out what’s going on.”
“Okay. Is he taking good care of you?” Brad asked, clearly worried.
“Yeah. He’s very nice. He didn’t even mind when I turned into an appaloosa in his living room,” he added, a smile tugging at his lips.
“You what!” Brad roared. “Bloody hell, Gallo!”
Gallo felt the blood drain from his face, dropped onto a chair, and nearly hyperventilated at the frustration he heard in Brad’s voice.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry I yelled, little bit. Your words were just very…unexpected. Just breathe, Gallo, just breathe.”
The other man’s crooning finally got through to him, and Gallo sucked in deep breaths. “I’m sorry,” he finally squeaked out. “I didn’t mean to. I thought he was being attacked by this other guy, and I had to protect him. I didn’t know it was wrong until Brock freaked out.”
“Shit, there were two humans,” he whispered, then he paused for a second. “And you thought you needed to protect one?” Brad’s surprise came through loud and clear.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I—I thought the other guy was hurting him and—and—” He couldn’t even begin to express the terror that had swept through him at the thought of something happening to Catlin.
“Okay, Gallo, okay. I’m going to let Kontra know who you’re with, and I’m going to tell him what happened. He’ll be able to make certain nothing bad happens to you.”
“The leader of our motorcycle gang. You won’t be able to miss him, just hold on a sec.”
Gallo nodded absently, even though he knew Brad wouldn’t be able to see it. He heard Brad sharing the information Gallo had just told him to someone named Dagus, who promised to call Kontra right away, then Brad returned to the phone.
“Now, you said you wanted to cook lunch for your man, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered, remembering his original reason for the call.
“Okay, tell me what you have in the pantry to work with and I’ll help you whip up something to wow the guy.”
Relief engulfed Gallo. “Thanks.”
Adult Excerpt - Catlin's Appaloosa
“Are you okay?”
The detective’s question had Gallo turning to focus on him. “I feel… confused,” he whispered honestly.
Catlin reached over and lightly squeezed his thigh just above his knee before returning his hand to the wheel. “I’ll help you through this. We’ll figure out what happened.”
Gallo didn’t know how Catlin could be so confident, and frankly, he didn’t care. All he wanted was that hand on his leg again. The detective’s touch had sent the most wonderful sensations along his nerves. Just that brief touch had his prick thickening in his borrowed sweats and his heart rate increasing. He liked it, almost as much as he liked the taste of the guy’s skin.
That memory had his dick hardening further. He inhaled deeply, taking in Catlin’s musky aroma. The wonderful scent permeated the car. His shaft jerked, pre-cum oozing from the slit and soaking into the fabric. He couldn’t suppress his whimper of shock and need, and Gallo dropped a hand to his cock, rubbing it through the damp fabric.
“Oh, my god, Gallo!” Catlin growled.
Gallo jerked his gaze to Catlin’s shocked brown eyes for several seconds before dropping them to the man’s crotch. He saw the thick bulge outlined at the groin of the guy’s jeans and licked his lips. His ass clenched, and Gallo rubbed himself harder. “Need,” he whispered breathily, unable to express the sensations suddenly vibrating through his body.
Whatever Catlin would have said was cut off by the honk of a car horn. “Shit,” Catlin growled. “Gallo, behave,” he ordered, pressing on the accelerator and moving the vehicle through the intersection. “We’ll be at my place in fifteen minutes.”
“I burn,” Gallo whimpered, and he did. His dick felt like it would fall off it was so hard. He couldn’t remember ever reacting this way to another’s touch, not that what he could remember was much to go by. Still, something told Gallo he’d know if he’d felt this way before. Instinct running deep through Gallo’s veins assured him that he needed this man, and soon. “Please.”
He managed to bring his gaze up to Catlin’s, beseeching the man with his eyes. Catlin glanced over and looked him in the eye. “Damn it,” Catlin swore before checking his mirrors.
Gallo followed his stare, taking in the country road they’d turned down. Catlin whipped the vehicle over and stopped. He quickly unbelted himself and leaned over Gallo. “Take out your cock, Gallo,” he ordered softly.
Moaning, Gallo quickly obeyed. He shimmied his sweats down his hips, letting his dick spring free. The dark, engorged organ slapped against Gallo’s stomach, smearing pre-cum across his abs. Catlin wrapped his fingers around Gallo’s dick and stroked it from root to crown.
“Oh,” Gallo whispered, spreading his legs and thrusting into the tunnel created by Catlin’s fist. He gripped the door handle in one hand and the center console with the other, trying to gain leverage to fuck Catlin’s fist faster.
“Is this what you need?” Catlin growled. “My hand on you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” He grunted, lifting his hips again and again. His eyelids drifted shut as pleasure tingled through his body, settling in his balls. His testicles pulled tight, and Gallo’s breathing turned ragged.
“Look at me.”
The snarled words had Gallo snapping his eyes open. His focus riveted on Catlin’s darkened brown eyes. The hand on his dick slowed, keeping his body just on the edge, but not letting him go over.
Catlin leaned close and whispered, “When we get to my home, I’m going to have your ass, Gallo.”
Gallo’s skin formed goose-bumps where Catlin’s warm breath wafted over his skin. He shuddered.