Author Charlie Richards
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In the Eyes of Crazy
Kontra's Menagerie: Book Nine
Payson thought he'd found his mate once, but had been wrong. With his senses screwed up by the scientist's experiments, he no longer trusts them. He sleeps with any nice smelling, willing male--and some females--hoping his hyena will want to keep one of them. He's shocked and delighted when he and his animal are in agreement over one sexy, nerdy human--Land Zimmerman. The sex is fantastic, Land's shy virgin playfulness even better, and Payson gives in to his hyena's urge to mark Land. The next morning, things heat up, and not in a good way. Payson's jealous hyena attacks a fellow pack-member standing a little too close to Land. Can Payson convince his skittish human that he's not as crazy as he seems?
Excerpt - In the Eyes of Crazy
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He discovered getting to the bar wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. Land circled the busy rectangular booth that made up the bar. Nibbling his lip, Land contemplated the wisdom of sliding between two large men when an arm settled over his shoulders.
Looking left, Land found himself staring directly into a pair of gray eyes. He opened his mouth to say…something, but then the other man’s focus dropped to his lips, stealing his breath with the heat darkening the guy’s pupils to the shade of slate.
Then the guy returned his focus to Land’s eyes and said, “You need help getting to the bar, hot stuff?”
Hot stuff? Is this guy for real? Land swallowed hard and couldn’t help sweeping his gaze over the guy. Same height, so about six feet, red hair cropped short, whipcord lean body with plenty of clearly defined muscle beneath his tight t-shirt and…oh…dark gray leather pants that currently matched the man’s eyes.
Awe, what the heck? Wasn’t hooking up what he was here for? “Yeah, that’d be great.”
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When Payson had smelled the dick-swellingly good man’s scent on Sam, he’d wanted to throttle his friend for finding the human first. Knowing he couldn’t do that, Payson had done the next best thing. He’d twisted Sam’s nipple, hard, and ordered him to tell him who he’d been talking to.
Sam had grabbed his hand, shoved him away, and demanded to know what the fuck he was talking about. That had, oddly enough, eased Payson’s hyena. Fortunately, he hadn’t needed to answer, for Sam had continued, “I almost bowled some skinny black-haired human down. Of course I was gonna apologize.”
“Can you point him out?” he asked.
“Uh,” Sam scowled at him, absently rubbing his nipple, then turned and looked over the throng of women and men. “I think it’s that guy there, talking to the group of women,” he said.
Payson had nodded and rose. He’d almost snarled when he felt the hand on his shoulder, then realized it was Kontra. He ducked his head infinitesimally to his alpha. Since the grizzly bear shifter had finally found his mate a couple weeks ago, he’d become incredibly protective, and not just of his mate, Tim.
Grinning, Payson said, “Don’t worry, boss. I’m just gonna see if he wants to fuck. He smells good.”
Kontra smirked. “Holler if you need anything.”
Giving the alpha a wink, Payson quipped, “I think I can fuck him on my own.”
Chuckling, Kontra let go of him and waved him away.
Payson turned and looked for the black-haired man Sam had pointed out and started that way. He’d given the guy a quick once over—around his height, slender bordering on skinny, floppy black hair hiding wide, pretty blue eyes in a lean face with a slightly pointy chin. Cute, would be the best classification.
He supposed he could have told Kontra that he thought maybe the human could be his mate, but since he’d been wrong before, Payson didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up but his own. He always hoped. Any time he found a nice smelling human, Payson hoped his hyena would want him or her. It’d never happened.
Now he stood with his arm around the skittish human who smelled like heaven and gingerbread. Yum. Payson loved gingerbread. He’d much rather just take the guy somewhere and fuck him, just to see if his hyena wanted him, too, but this human, although he was putting on a brave front, smelled a little wary, too. Payson would have to take it slow.
I hate slow.
Adult Excerpt - In the Eyes of Crazy
Payson grinned unabashedly. “Your ass looks damn sexy in those pants. I can’t wait to peel them off and see if those globes are as hot as I imagine they are.”
“Um, thanks?” Land muttered, his face flushing red in the moonlight.
Payson laughed. “Come on. I got plans for us,” he said.
When they reached his bike, Payson remembered the way Land had moaned and bucked in his arms when he’d squeezed his cock and a wicked idea formed. First, he’d have to get them to some place secluded. He grinned and handed the human his helmet and jacket then swung on board the bullet bike.
After bringing the motorcycle to life, Payson looked toward Land and saw his look of disbelief. Huh, most his pick-ups couldn’t wait to get on and press their erections against Payson’s back. For the first time, Payson took a real look at the man he planned to fuck all night. Payson didn’t really have a type, happy to fuck and be fucked, enjoying twinks, bears, and even the occasional silver fox. But the one thing they all had in common was, they knew the score. Land gave no indication of what he was expecting.
Oh, well. Guess I’ll have to show him.
Payson liked that idea a lot. “Put the helmet and jacket on, then get on,” he ordered firmly.
A shiver of anticipation worked its way through Payson when Land immediately obeyed. As he swung his leg over the bike and settled on the tiny bitch seat behind Payson, Land asked, “Is this safe?”
“Yup,” Payson replied grabbing Land’s arms and pulling them around his waist and chest. “Hang on tight.”
Once Land’s arms tightened, Payson put the bike in gear and took off. Land yelped and pressed closer. Payson grinned, feeling the guy’s dick against the small of his back. Still hard. Good.
Mindful that his passenger was human, Payson kept to only ten over the speed limit. He wound through the streets until he came to the gated community where he and his gang had rented a mansion. They didn’t know how long it would take for Kontra’s mate, Tim, to grow stronger in his magick powers. Tim had inherited them from his deceased mother once he and Kontra had mated. Then Tim had received a note from a warlock named Draven claiming that he’ll be his mentor once Tim’s abilities grew powerful enough to find him. Payson knew it had something to do with the premonitions Tim occasionally had. Draven gave them a head start, telling them to go to San Francisco, so here they were.
Pulling into a driveway, which was also gated, Payson paused at the stand and punched in a code. The gates swung open on silent hinges. He gunned his engine and roared through, then pressed a button on a box affixed to his handlebars and one of the seven garage doors swung open.
Once inside, he pushed it again, sinking them into near darkness, until the door closed and low wattage running lights flipped on around them. The auto lights were meant to allow someone to safely get out of the vehicle and to the door. If someone was actually going to work in the garage, there were massive overhead lights over each bay that would illuminate the area as bright as day.
But that wasn’t what Payson wanted, he wanted mellow mood lighting, and this was perfect. Using shifter agility, he carefully maneuvered until he’d turned around on the bike, facing Land. He eased the helmet off the man’s head and the jacket off his shoulders, putting them both on the ground next to the bike.
Land was staring at him with wide eyes. “You live here?”
“For the time being,” Payson replied, not interested in explaining his nomadic lifestyle right then. “Come here.” He couldn’t hide the growl in his words as his excitement built. Time to implement my plan.
Payson slipped his hand around Land’s slender waist and pulled him forward, practically spilling the rather uncoordinated man onto his lap. Perfect! Sliding his arms around Land’s back, Payson cupped his head and urged it even further down so he could capture the man’s lips.
Leaning against the tank of his bike, Payson enjoyed having the human sprawled on top of him as he explored Land’s mouth. He tasted faintly of mint, probably from toothpaste or gum, and under that was male and some natural ginger spice. Payson growled, wanting more. He delved his tongue deep, twining it with Land’s, getting a whimper and shudder from Land for his effort.
He planted his feet on the ground for leverage and rocked his hips up, rubbing his erection against Land’s trapped rod. Land moaned and jerked. Payson ended the kiss and tilted his head so he could see his human’s face. He continued rocking his hips, enjoying the friction and mewls of pleasure coming from his soon-to-be lover.
The flush of arousal made Land’s cheeks glow in the low lights. His heavily lidded eyes were out of focus as he panted through slightly parted lips. Land’s grip on Payson’s shoulders tightened then relaxed.
All the signs pointed to Land’s imminent orgasm, and Payson really wanted to see that. He wanted to cause this human to fall apart in his arms. He palmed Land’s globes and squeezed the mounds. That got a very nice little gasp from Land. Payson grinned. On his next thrust up, he pulled Land’s ass down, making the friction harder, more urgent.
Land squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, “Wait…oh…I…ugh!”