Author Charlie Richards

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Dominating the Wolf

Kontra's Menagerie: Book Four

When Eli escorts an injured shifter to Stone Ridge territory for medical treatment, he arrives in town suffering from motion sickness. The last thing he wants is to meet his mate while praying to the procelain god, but that's exactly what happens. To make matters worse, being ill messes up Eli's senses and he doesn't recognize the cute sub as his mate right away, sending the other man running. When Eli catches up with Sam, it doesn't take him long to realize the wolf shifter has been burned badly in a past relationship. Can he figure out a way to earn Sam's trust? Or will his mate run a second time?

Excerpt - Dominating the Wolf

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    To his relief, the captain ordered everyone back to their seats fifteen minutes later.

The bounce on the landing proved to almost be too much. Eli closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing slowly, just managing to swallow back the bile when his stomach threatened to expel his dinner. He couldn’t describe the relief he felt when the plane pulled into a private hangar and came to a stop.

His relief was short-lived, because fifteen minutes later, Eli found him and his patient loaded into a life light helicopter. Eli looked longingly at the rental car that was provided for Yuma and Randy, Lydia’s brother, allowing them to drive to Colin City. The helicopter pilot, who from his scent was a wolf shifter, assured Eli that a Doctor Carmichael and Doctor Trystan would be waiting at the other end and would take good care of Darrell. Eli sure hoped so, because by the time he arrived at the hospital, he could do little more than stumble out of the helicopter and lose his stomach contents on the landing pad.

An arm slipped around his waist, a firm body pressed against his side, and someone led him away from the helicopter. His senses reeled. All he could smell was the bile and stomach acid that clung to his tongue and the insides of his mouth.

Whoever held him, a male nurse from the feel of the sturdy arm around him and the firm body pressed against him, took him into a small bathroom. Eli went straight to the toilet and emptied his stomach again. Hanging his head, he closed his eyes. Internally, he was cursing a blue streak. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this bad.

The feel of a cool, wet cloth on the back of his neck drew him out of his internal misery. He grunted his thanks. To his surprise, the man didn’t just leave. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing gently between his shoulder blades. It was soothing, and nice, and pissed him the hell off.

“Don’t you have something else you should be doing?” he asked, the rawness of his throat and thickness of his tongue making the words come out gruffer than he intended.

The hand disappeared, but still he wasn’t left alone. The stranger murmured, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

The soft tenor tones were like a caress to his dick, bringing him to half-mast with just those few words. Shit! Now is certainly not the time for this! Glaring, he pried his eyes open and flushed the toilet. “It’s just motion sickness,” he snapped. “It’ll pass.”

Moving to the sink, he turned on the water and rinsed out his mouth. He heard the man take several steps toward the door, but he didn’t leave completely. Instead, he commented, “I’ve never heard of a shifter getting motion sickness.”

“Fuck off,” he snarled, finally turning his head. His face still dripping with water, he took his first look at the guy, and mentally sighed. He was definitely cute, a slender, African American with a toned twink-like build and a definite air of submission. The way the guy’s dark eyes looked at Eli from under dark lashes had his cock hardening further. If they’d met under any other circumstances, he would have found a way to get the guy’s number.

A look of confusion crossed the man’s face. “But I—we—”

“We, what?” Eli snapped, interrupting him. Frustration at his inability to control his body’s reaction to air travel had him straightening and leaning toward the other man. With only a few inches between them, and the taste of his own internal juices mostly cleared from his tongue, the other man’s scent finally hit him. A wolf shifter, to be sure, but the smell called to Eli on a visceral level. It was sweet, tangy, and Eli’s snake hissed with pleasure in his mind, wanting to coil around the man not to hurt him, but to hold him. Realization hit Eli like a slap in the face. This man was his mate.

He gasped and jerked back. “No, shit, no,” he whispered, unable to accept not only how he’d spoken to the man, but how their first meeting took place. His sub should never see him as anything but strong, confident, and able to care for him. “Ah, fucking hell.” Turning away, Eli ran a hand through his hair, trying to get hold of not only the roiling still going on in his stomach, but his desire to pull the smaller shifter close and taste him. He would need a toothbrush for that, first.

    “Look,” he started, spinning back around. Eli froze. The door stood open. Save for himself, the washroom was empty. His mate was gone.

Adult Excerpt - Dominating the Wolf

    A shiver worked through Sam’s body and his morning wood firmed further in excited expectation. “Oh,” he gasped when Eli slipped his hand down and wrapped his long fingers around his shaft.

“Now, my mate,” Eli growled out softly as he continued to pump Sam’s dick, “I plan to bury my cock in your ass.”

“Oh,” he whispered again. He didn’t know if it was fear or excitement that made him shiver. When Eli gave his dick another slow stroke, he groaned. Definitely excitement. He didn’t offer any resistance when Eli pushed him to his back, easily letting his mate take control.

Eli grabbed his wrists and pulled Sam’s hands above his head. He wrapped Sam’s fingers around the spindles of his headboard and ordered, “Keep them there.”

Leaning to the side, Eli pulled open Sam’s nightstand drawer. He grunted his satisfaction and pulled out the bottle of lube Sam used to occasionally assist with jacking off.

Sam trembled as Eli pulled the covers off and shoved them to the foot of the bed. Eli’s gaze roving over his skin was almost like a physical caress.

“You’re stunning, Sam,” Eli purred, the sound seeming to come from deep in his throat.

Finally, Eli reached up and skimmed the tips of two fingers up the inside of Sam’s knee and thigh. The touch stopped just shy of his groin and Sam’s shaft jerked and flexed in the air, as if begging for attention. Eli stared at him, a pleased smile curving his lips. Leaning down, Eli followed the same path with his mouth. He placed soft, open-mouthed kisses on Sam’s skin.

Sam’s flesh came alive at the contact, goose-bumps breaking out on his skin. Eli’s nose bumped Sam’s balls and nuzzled them gently, then the man nipped at the sensitive skin of his sacks. Sam gasped then bleated out a strangled moan. He grew lightheaded and had to remind himself to breathe as Eli drew his balls into his mouth and sucked.

He spread his legs wide, his body bowing, trying to get closer to that talented mouth.

“Mmm, so responsive,” Eli murmured against his skin as he rose higher and licked the head of Sam’s dick.

“Eli,” he whimpered. His penis was so hard it hurt. He needed like never before.

His mate must have understood what that one word meant, for in the next instant, his shaft was engulfed in warm, sucking heat. Sam let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking convulsively. A lean-fingered hand splayed over his stomach, holding him still. With his other hand, Eli reached between Sam’s legs and pressed a well-lubed digit into him.

Sam didn’t remember hearing or seeing Eli open the slick, but with the way his body accepted the invasion, he quickly stopped thinking about it. Then he could think of nothing at all as Eli played his body with a familiarity that had sensations pouring through Sam that he’d never experienced before.