Author Charlie Richards

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Hope for a Buffalo

Kontra's Menagerie: Book Three

The haunting eyes in the picture capture Caleb Belikov's attention, and he knows he has to confirm whether the white buffalo is really just an animal, or a shifter trapped at a zoo near Albuquerque. Caleb talks his alpha and a few friends into accompanying him and discovers not only is the buffalo a shifter, but he's his mate. But rescuing Emmett will put the lives of innocents in danger, creating a whole new set of problems. Can Caleb and his friends figure out a how to keep everyone safe from a blackmailing alpha?

Excerpt - Hope for a Buffalo

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    “Hey, check this out,” Sam called, drawing Caleb’s attention. The bull shifter held up a paper for Kontra’s perusal. “Look at the eyes,” he added, pointing. “Don’t they look like they’re more than just an animal’s?”

“Hmm, you may be right,” Kontra replied, staring at the page.

Interested, Caleb wandered across the dining room. He wasn’t the only one. By the time he got to the table, five others of their motorcycle gang were already crowded around the pair and leaning over staring at the picture. Being one of the slightest in their group, Caleb waited impatiently for someone to move so he could squeeze in. Standing five foot ten, he knew he wasn’t small by human standards, but considering most of the other guys stood well over six feet, he was definitely short by comparison.

Eli, a tall slender python shifter grunted and moved away. “Looks like it could definitely be more than just an animal,” he said, adding his two cents.

The man’s move opened a small space for Caleb to slip between a couple of the guys, allowing him to see what they were talking about. He cocked his head and stared at the picture of a white buffalo in a fake zoo habitat. The headline of the story read Rare White Buffalo: showing for one week only at the local zoological park!

Ignoring the information in the article, Caleb stared at the eyes of the animal in the photo. He’d heard that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and in this case, it was accurate. Beneath the relaxed look of the dark eyes was so much pain and despair, it nearly knocked the air out of Caleb’s lungs.

“Oh, gods,” he whispered, reaching out to touch the thin paper. “We need to help him.”

Kontra straightened, blowing out a breath. “We’ll need to confirm that he’s really a shifter,” he stated, “which means a trip to this…place.” It looked like Caleb wasn’t the only one uncomfortable with heading into a zoo. Kontra’s resigned tone and lip curl said it all. The big alpha glanced at the men around them. “Any volunteers?”

“I’ll go,” Caleb immediately replied, his quick response surprising even himself.

Sam sighed. “I’ll go, too.”

Kontra nodded. “Looks like some of us are taking a trip south,” he said. “Not all of you need to come. It’s only an hour or so away.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked around at the group of men.

Terence grimaced and ran a hand through his honey brown locks. “I guess I don’t mind a trip to the zoo. When does this exhibit open?”

“This paper’s a week old,” Sam admitted. “I pulled it out for the crossword.”

“So he may not even still be there?” Caleb wasn’t certain why that news disturbed him so much, but he felt his heart speed up at the possibility of not checking on this guy.

Kontra must have noticed his tension for he settled a hand on Caleb’s shoulder and squeezed lightly. “No, it looks like today is his final day. If we hurry, we can get there before noon.”

Adult Excerpt - Hope for a Buffalo

     Emmett wanted to bellow his dismay when Caleb’s hand moved away from his cock, but then the smaller man leaned down and bit into his neck. It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but it still felt amazing. A fresh wave of lust and desire slammed through Emmett. It took every bit of self-control he had to keep his hands on his mate’s thighs instead of flipping him over and again driving his dick deep into Caleb’s body.

He knew the man would welcome him if that’s what he wanted, but Emmett desperately desired to know what Caleb would do if left to his own devices. Caleb didn’t make him wait long.

His little mate nibbled a path down his neck, then over his collarbone. Caleb’s lips hovered over one nipple, his warm breath making the nub tighten. A low moan escaped him, and that seemed to be the queue Caleb was waiting for. The chameleon’s mouth latched onto the bud of flesh and sucked, hard.

Emmett’s body bowed and his nails dug into the flesh of his mate’s thighs. Hot sparks seemed to dance just beneath the surface of his skin. His cock jerked and twitched where it was caught between their bodies. When Caleb nipped him then moved over and gave his other nipple the same treatment, a drop of pre-cum oozed from his slit.

“Oh, gods,” he groaned, unable to string any further coherent thought together.

He’d never considered his nipples that sensitive before, but something about Caleb’s mouth on him turned him into a twitching, burning pile of flesh. Caleb stroked his sides, his abs, his hips, and everywhere he touched, Emmett’s skin seemed to flare to life.

He needed more. He needed everything. “Caleb!” he cried when the man above him returned to his neck and nipped lightly while rocking their groins together.

Caleb smiled against his lips, obviously pleased by the way Emmett reacted to him. His blue eyes were lit with satisfaction. Emmett saw how Caleb enjoyed pleasuring him. If he’d had any doubt about that, it would have vanished when in the next instant, his mate slithered down his body and swallowed his shaft to the root.

With his lover’s nose buried in his pubic hair, the head of his dick was lodged in the back of Caleb’s throat. Caleb swallowed once, twice, massaging his sensitive head before sucking hard while he slid halfway up his stalk.

Caleb cupped Emmett’s balls and rolled the tight orbs. He growled and bucked, losing control of his body’s reactions as Caleb’s mouth sank on him over and over. The way the man massaged him with his lips, caressed him with his tongue, and worked him with his hand swiftly drove him toward mindless oblivion.

Suddenly, Caleb’s touch was gone. Emmett froze, the pain of abandonment gripping him. Then something soft and warm tapped against his cockhead. His eyes flew open just in time to see Caleb sink down onto his shaft. The shifter’s body, still open from their prior coupling, easily swallowed his dick in one smooth downward stroke.

Pressure, and heat, and slickness surrounded his shaft and this time he couldn’t stop the bellow. The sound burst from his lungs, telling anyone close enough to hear of his pleasure. Caleb groaned above him, lifted his body, then slid back down.

“Oh, by the gods, Emmett,” Caleb panted, the words coming between strokes. “Your cock was made for my ass!”

And it was, Emmett knew that. Caleb was his, his mate, his lover, his everything as decreed by Fate. And he had every intention of keeping him, the rest of the world be damned.