Author Charlie Richards
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Through Dagus's Eyes
Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book Seven
Dagus Whitton is tired of being controlled. After his brother Drake moved in with his shifter mate, Dagus had felt a great sense of accomplishment at finally living on his own, especially considering his blindness. But that was before being kidnapped by scientists bent on using him as a bargaining chip against the shifters living in the area. Now he struggles being alone, but hates always having someone watching over him. He’d had his life neatly in hand and just wants to get that feeling of contentment back. Discovering a mate has its pros and cons, and Dagus isn’t certain he’s ready for more drama.
Brad Nadeau never thought he’d find a mate, since his homophobic father filled his head with the belief that Fate didn’t grant them to gay shifters. When his biker gang walks into a gay bar in Colin City for a night of fun, Brad’s world is turned upside-down. Not only does he find his mate, but he discovers that the guy is human, blind, and already knows about shifters. That should make claiming Dagus easy, right? Except accepting his mate means Brad will have to leave the only family he’s known for the last thirty-seven years, his motorcycle gang. When his leader tells him that the gang needs to move out in less than forty-eight hours to search for a missing member, Brad in faced with an important choice and not much time to make it in. Learning that the local wolf pack is experiencing dangerous unrest due to several members not liking all the other shifter breeds in the area doesn’t make his choice any easier. Is Brad ready to face down shifters like his father to start a whole new life with a mate he isn’t certain wants his brand of care?
Excerpt - Through Dagus's Eyes
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“So tell me how to make our date an enjoyable experience for you. I already told you I don’t have a car, so I can’t take a dog, if you have one.”
“No dog,” he replied. “Molly passed away six months ago. She’d developed a tumor in her abdomen and was in terrible pain. Because of its position, it wasn’t operable, so… well, she had to be put down.” Dagus’s throat constricted as he thought of Molly. He still missed her terribly and even before getting kidnapped, hadn’t gone out nearly as much as he once had. “I haven’t had the heart to ask for a replacement yet,” he admitted.
“I’m sorry, Dagus,” Brad whispered. Leaning close, he brushed a kiss across Dagus’s temple. “It’s hard losing a friend.”
Dagus smiled, amazed that Brad understood so easily. Some people didn’t consider their pets family, but Dagus did. “Thank you.” Then he cleared his throat, refocusing on what they should be discussing. “I hate people leading me by the elbow. It makes me feel like a naughty child,” he admitted. “If you’re comfortable, I’d prefer a hand on my back to guide me when needed, and instruction on number of feet in a particular direction.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Brad said, “Shit, you can’t see me nod.” He grunted and Dagus heard the tell-tale sign of a hand being run through thick hair. “That will take some getting used to,” he added, chagrined. “What else?”
“I carry a cane to help me keep from running into things, but if you could warn me when we’re coming to steps or uneven ground of any kind, I’d appreciate it.”
“Right. I can do that.”
Dagus nodded. “At the table, I’ll need you to let me know the layout. Where the napkin is, my water glass, silverware, even where the food on my plate is.” He swallowed and grimaced. “I should warn you now that I’m kind of a messy eater. It’s best if I don’t have anything too saucy when out with others since I need to use my fingers to see where things are.”
Brad must have known how uncomfortable that admission made him, for he gave his hand a light squeeze. “That’s just fine. If other people have a problem with it, I’ll glare at them for you,” he teased. “I can be quite intimidating.”
That had Dagus smiling. “Lark described you as a huge biker dude. Is that true?”
“How about I get on my knees in front of you and let you learn for yourself?” came the whispered reply.
“Okay,” he replied, surprised at how breathless he sounded.
For a second, Brad released his hand, and it surprised Dagus how much he missed the man’s touch. Then the warmth of the Brad’s hands returned as he settled one on each thigh. Brad applied slight pressure, silently asking Dagus to open his legs to him. After a second of hesitation, Dagus complied.
He heard fabric rubbing on carpet as Brad pressed forward, positioning himself between Dagus’s legs. Brad released Dagus’s thighs and gently gripped his hands, slowly lifting them.
Tentatively, Dagus settled his hands on the other man’s face and held them still for several seconds as Brad’s hands returned to his legs. He knew that many people found this to be an intimate experience, and to have Brad offer, showing that he trusted Dagus, filled him with a rush of pleasure.
He ran his hands slowly over Brad’s skin, feeling a smooth square jaw. It told Dagus that Brad had shaved for him, even though he knew Dagus wouldn’t normally see. He slid his hands up and felt high cheekbones, a prominent brow ridge, broad forehead, and a slight widow’s peak.
Brad had pulled his hair back, and Dagus slowly petted the thick locks, finding a short curly tail at the base of Brad’s neck, complete with a few loose strands. “Curly hair, huh?” he whispered, smiling as he slid his hands down Brad’s neck. He ran into a soft cotton shirt as he continued to slide his hands over broad shoulders and well-muscled upper arms.
“A little bit, yeah,” Brad murmured back breathlessly.
Dagus paused where he roved his hands over the man’s chest, feeling firm pecs and tone abs. “Sorry,” he said, jerking his hands away.
“Don’t apologize,” Brad said. “I enjoyed your touch. Just a little too much. I’m trying to be a gentleman here, and I really want to take you out and get to know you, take things slow between us before anything happens. But if you’d gone any lower, that idea would have flown out the window in a hurry.”
Adult Excerpt - Through Dagus's Eyes
Brad stared down at his mate, so stunning in his passion. The way Dagus responded to his touch made Brad feel ten feet tall, and he wanted nothing more than to replace his fingers with his cock right then. Instead, he asked, “Lube?”
“Drawer,” Dagus huffed out, still riding his fingers with an enthusiasm Brad found astonishing.
With his free hand, he reached into the drawer Dagus had half-heartedly flailed his hand toward. He grabbed what felt like a tube, but when he pulled it out, he froze. He hadn’t found lube, he’d found something much more interesting.
“What is it?” Dagus asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Brad realized he’d stopped moving, so he slowly started fucking his mate with his fingers again, making certain to scrape the spongy gland buried in Dagus’s chute every few strokes. “Look what I found,” he teased, placing the object in his mate’s hand.
Instantly, Dagus’s face darkened in what could only be a blush on his man’s already chocolate features. “I- I--”
Brad chuckled and kissed his mate while reaching into the drawer again, this time pulling out the tube of lube. “Oh, I think your dildo is sexy as fuck, babe, and we’ll definitely play with it another time. But right now, I need inside you,” he admitted.
“Yes, please,” Dagus gasped, shoving the purple dildo up under a pillow before returning his grip to the sheets.
Brad pulled his fingers from his mate, and yanked his clothes from his body. He heard tearing come from somewhere, but couldn’t be bothered trying to find out what he’d torn. Getting into his mate was of the utmost importance. By the time he’d shed every stitch of clothes he had on, Dagus was whimpering on the bed, moving restlessly. His hand was wrapped around his once more swollen dick, and he thrust shamelessly into his fist.
The sight nearly took Brad’s breath away, and then he growled as lust slammed through him and his cock jerked and twitched. A drop of pre-cum oozed from his slit and he shivered.
“Brad?” Dagus whimpered, stilling his movements.
Realizing he’d been staring too long, Brad settled back onto the bed, resting one hand on Dagus’s hip so the man knew where he was, before leaning down and giving his mate a quick kiss. “I’m right here,” he whispered. “You’re just so stunning. I love watching you,” he told Dagus.
“I didn’t know where you’d gone,” Dagus whispered uncertainly, his hands lifting to trace Brad’s face.
Brad grinned, letting Dagus feel his lips. “I needed to get undressed, and then I looked back down at you and you stole my breath away. My mate,” he crooned, giving in to the desire to kiss the man again. He sipped at Dagus’s lips, savoring his taste.
Popping the top off the lube, he slathered some first on his cock. He was so turned on that just those few seconds of contact hurt. Pouring out more lube, he thrust two fingers back into Dagus’s channel, pleased that he opened right back up for him. It only took Brad a few moments to get a third finger into Dagus and then a fourth.
His mate moaned and writhed in wanton abandon, and Brad loved the noises the man made. Pulling out his fingers caused a whimper of distress from Dagus, but he quickly lined up his cock and pushed. The bulbous head of his thick, ten inch dick popped inside Dagus’s channel and his mate clamped down on him, surrounding his head in delicious pressure.
It took everything in him to stay still and not slam his dick all the way inside. His big body trembled as he crooned non-sense as he caressed his mate’s face, trying to soothe the much smaller man into relaxing.
Finally, Dagus’s chute unclenched, and Brad let out a sigh. He started gently kissing Dagus’s neck and sucking his ear while rocking his hips, burying his dick deeper and deeper into the human.
Once buried balls deep inside Dagus, Brad stopped. His body shuddered as he assimilated the amazing sensations of having his cock surrounded in his mate’s tight heat. Leaning down, he took Dagus’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. Some desperate part of his mind wanted his mate to remember this moment for all time, because Brad knew he would.