When dream hunter Dylan Ryve spots a beautiful shapeshifter raising hell in a bar, he knows he wants the wild young man. But Travis Feris is more to Dylan than a few hot minutes outside in the snow; he’s the assassin’s ticket into the magical town of Arcada. He didn’t plan to rescue the kid, but when he found the shifter being attacked, the opportunity to play hero was too good to pass up.
Through the solitude of a long winter night, Dylan walks in Travis’s fevered dreams, learning about Arcada and the pack, and showing the shifter the man he’d been so very long ago. When morning comes, both men know their lives will be forever entwined.
From Dylan, Travis learns that he is a strong, valued member of the pack. The dreamwalker sees his own worth reflected back at him in the dark blue eyes of the wolf. Yet when Dylan has the chance to free himself from centuries of enslavement, can he betray the man he has come to love?
The drone of snowplows echoed off in the distance. It’d be hours before his family came to pluck him from the arms of this magical stranger. He looked down and examined Dylan’s fair skin, expecting to see…tattoos? But his skin was unmarked. His wrists were supple, the long fingers of his hands elegant and strong.
Dylan groaned, tightened his grip on Travis, and then relaxed once again. Acutely aware of their contact, Travis’s body tightened; his cock ached, and he felt the trickle of fluid at the tip. It made him shiver.
He could continue to deny his attraction to the other man, or he could try it—just this once—with Dylan. The fae was an outsider and so very beautiful. So strong. No, it wasn’t physical strength that drew Travis to him, but magnetism. Charisma.
He could finally get it out of his system, and then he’d know what it felt like to have sex with another man.
Tentatively he pulled Dylan’s hand over to cup his erection. Travis stifled both a groan and a grin and then snuggled back a little, enjoying the feel of the other man along his entire body.
His entire naked body. Damn. A flush of warmth ran through him, and his belly flopped a couple of times. Travis had been horny his entire life—he’d probably been born with a stiffy—but never in his life had arousal extended through his body, from his toes to his fingertips and all parts beyond. His heartbeat accelerated, and when Dylan’s fingers flexed over his cock, Travis felt his eyes roll behind his closed lids.
The fae was awake.
The pressure on his shaft increased, and a finger looped around his balls, then squeezed them tightly. His heart slammed in his chest. Arousal burned through his veins like fire. But then panic snaked through him, and Travis lurched, afraid of the powerful emotions that rose within. He wasn’t supposed to feel. Not that way!
Dylan growled softly in his ear, pulling Travis tight against his body.
“So are you just some fucking little prick-tease, or is there something you want from me?” Dylan’s voice was as cold as ice yet as smooth as silk, and it frightened Travis even more. He shuddered as the fae stroked his cock to a full, throbbing erection. His other hand came up, and he buried his fingers deep in Travis’s hair. “Answer me.”
“I… No… I mean…sorry…” Words failed him. He hadn’t intended this to be a prank—not really. He wanted to know. To really know. But Dylan wasn’t the man to experiment with; Travis saw that now.
God…where had that come from?
Dylan let him loose, then rolled Travis to his back and straddled his hips. He was strong, maybe stronger than Travis. Looking up at the fae, he saw dark, stormy eyes and cruel lips. His face was etched with anger and want. Belatedly Travis remembered Dylan’s aversion to being touched. Had he gone too far? As usual, he’d blindly rushed into something without thought. A delicious spin of fear and excitement ran through Travis, and he knew damn well this whole scene needed to stop. Now. He was a wolf…the son of the alpha. To beg was shameful.
“Please? Are you begging me to stop or to go?” Dark glittering eyes seared right into his soul, and Travis formed the words to make him stop, to apologize, to promise to never invade Dylan’s space again.
“Please. Don’t stop!” He almost screamed in frustration. Who the hell was hijacking his words? He watched in fascination as the fae leaned forward, one hand pinning both of Travis’s wrists. The other clasped his jaw and held him in place. Dylan came down, and Travis caught the cold, snowy scent of him, the fragrance of pine and oak and the perfume of apple. He captured Travis’s lip in his teeth and pulled at the tender skin. Travis held his breath, tears springing to his eyes at the stinging pain. Dylan didn’t kiss; he tugged steadily, his gaze never leaving Travis’s face.
When he let go, Dylan didn’t retreat. Instead he trailed his tongue along the seam of Travis’s lips, teasing, tasting, and finally urging him to open, to submit to his kiss. He tackled Travis, the caress both brutal and carnal, and held him down till they both fought to breathe. When Travis broke away, Dylan glared down at him, his face flushed and taut.
“You’re going to suck my cock, little wolf.”
Travis felt his eyes widen a bit. “I’ve never—”
“I know. It’s time to learn.”