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  “Sorry, no. I can’t claim any ties to those evil mortals and their dark arts. Unless you’re speaking carnally. Then I’m your man.” The male grinned, exposing a set of canines. In human form.

  Anson froze in shock.

  “My name is Master—”

  “Master? Are you fucking kidding me?” Fangs? What the hell was he? Not wolf, not shifter, not human. What else was there?

  The man chuckled, and Anson was discomfited to feel an answering jump in his pulse. “My name is Masterson. William Masterson. You can call me Liam.”

  “Yeah, okay, Liam. You want to tell me what you are and why I’m here?”

  “You haven’t introduced yourself yet, my golden pet. A rudeness, and one that needs to be corrected.”

  In a flash, Liam rushed Anson and knocked him to the floor. They struggled until Liam unleashed a burst of strength and flipped Anson onto his belly. Liam’s larger body blanketed his like a lead weight. To Anson’s shock, Liam’s cock prodded his ass through the thin material of his trousers.

  “Get off me,” Anson snarled.

  The scent of sex filled the air, and Anson tried to ignore his body’s response. He started to transform into his wolf, then suddenly stopped, confused. Liam didn’t struggle to keep him pinned down. If anything, the male lifted up to allow Anson more space.

  Anson had no idea what to make of his situation. “What are you doing?”

  “Seducing you?”

  The absurdity of the moment took Anson by surprise, and he snorted with laughter.

  “Is it working yet?” Liam whispered into his ear.

  The thready sound sent shivers down Anson’s spine, and his dick spiked, needing instant relief. From a male? He’s bewitched me! “No.”

  “My pet wolf is a liar. Tsk tsk.” Liam licked his ear, then thrust his tongue inside.

  The carnality of the moment stole Anson’s breath. When Liam took one hand off the floor and shifted his body weight, Anson could have escaped. Curiosity, and something else he didn’t want to admit to, kept him still.

  Liam quickly settled back down on top of him. This time, he shoved his bare cock between Anson’s ass cheeks. And by all that was Wolf, Anson liked it.

  “That’s it,” Liam breathed and slid along Anson’s crack, not penetrating, but increasing the friction of his cock and balls over Anson’s flesh. “So soft. So very, very warm.” He nipped Anson’s neck, the prick of sharp teeth causing pain. When he followed with a lick, Anson groaned. “Delicious. Yes, give me a taste more.”

  Liam placed his mouth over Anson’s shoulder and bit down. Hard. The pain shocked Anson out of his haze and he struggled to escape. But his bucking only excited Liam to suck harder, to thrust faster against his backside. Wishing the erotic play didn’t excite him so much, Anson tried to resist but found himself losing the battle as Liam’s scent mingled with his.

  To his horror, he bucked back against Liam, his body asking for more while his mind wondered what the hell he thought he was doing.

  Liam’s young prize had much to offer. He tasted like ambrosia, and the strength his blood afforded made Liam dizzy with need.

  “Your name, pup,” he growled.

  The wolf growled back in answer, “Not pup. Anson.” He backed his ass harder against Liam, and in the next breath tried to pull away. Liam understood his confusion. Never before had he been so aroused by the touch of another male’s flesh.

  Liam eased his weight back down, in lust with the warm heat of silken flesh beneath him. Man to man, Liam topped Anson by a few inches. But what the golden wolf lacked in height he made up for in brawn.

  “Anson. My very own wolf.” Finally, after all these years. A wolf had returned. Liam groaned and thrust faster, desperate with desire. He wasn’t able to stop himself from coming hard over the warmth beneath him. Caught in the shuddering need, he continued to jet against his wolf’s lower back, leaving his mark with both seed and bite.

  Finally spent, he noticed the tension in his young lover. Selfish, Liam. You’re finally gifted with a wolf, and this is how you treat him? At the thought that the Wolf in the Forest had not forgotten him, that the spirit and his god had gifted him beyond all measure, Liam grew hard again. Time to thank the deities of life with a more generous offering of his own.

  He lifted himself from Anson, pushed his trousers completely off and used them to clean the mess he’d made. Then he forced Anson to roll over. The golden wolf turned onto his back, showing Liam a strong, healthy erection despite the uncertainty in his gaze.

  “What did you do?” Despite the caution in his voice, the slumberous look on the young wolf’s face told Liam more than words that the demon element in his blood worked on wolves as well as humans. The bite of blessed Banathmae rang true.

  “I came all over you.” He grinned at Anson’s surprise. “Surely you aren’t so innocent that you didn’t recognize my cock rocking over your delightful ass?”

  Anson tried to wriggle out from under him, until his erection brushed Liam’s belly. He froze.

  “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Liam scooted down Anson’s body until he stared down at Anson’s thick shaft. The musky smell of a wolf in need drew him like nothing else. “Let me make it all better.” Before Anson could question him, Liam closed his mouth over that glistening cockhead.

  Anson swore and drove his shaft deeper. Liam continued to take him until his nose rested against Anson’s belly.

  “By the Wolf, what are you doing? Only…wolf…females…” Anson rasped, dazed and drugged with pleasure.

  Liam ignored the wolf’s denial. Between Liam’s demon venom and sensual skill, he would soon have Anson in his thrall. It didn’t take more than a few heartbeats before Anson threaded his fingers through Liam’s hair and rubbed his pointed ears.

  Delighted with the affectionate caress, even if Anson didn’t know what the touch meant, Liam sucked harder and cupped the wolf’s balls. The heady scent of magic and need made him greedy to taste Anson’s seed. Caressing Anson’s firm sac, Liam felt the tight coil of anticipation, the firming of a body desperate to relieve itself from the ache of desire.

  “Oh, fuck,” Anson said thickly. “I’m going to come.”

  Answering with more suction, Liam accepted the burst of semen, swallowing Anson’s release with a groan. So very good. Pure animal energy entered his body and tore at the magical bars caging his own wolf. Not enough, not yet to be entirely free. But it was a good beginning.

  When Anson finished coming, Liam let him fall from his mouth and lifted his head.

  Glazed, glowing eyes met his own.

  “Holy shit. That was un-fucking-believable.” Anson weakly rubbed his forehead and Liam felt a moment’s guilt for having attacked the younger man earlier. Had he known what awaited him in the forest, he wouldn’t have been so harsh. As it was, the second he’d recognized the scent of wolf, he’d quickly told his men to stand down.

  “That’s only the beginning.” Liam considered the male. “You’ve never lain with a man before, have you?”

  Anson flushed. “Hell, no. Females were made for sex and to carry a wolf’s young. What’s the point of fucking men?” At Liam’s raised eyebrow, Anson turned redder. “I get your point. But we don’t do that in the Silver Clan.”

  “But you’re not silver.” You’re my golden trophy. The one that’s going to show me ultimate victory over my enemy, my young one.

  “They’re my clan.” Anson glared at him. “Now how about you tell me what you want and what this is all about?”

  Liam rose to his feet, giving Anson a glimpse of his hard cock. “What I want is to spend in your mouth. I want you to suck me dry. Then I want to get hard again and fuck your ass until you can’t walk. That’s what I want, pet.”

  “Damn it. I’m not your pet.” Yet Anson was semi-hard again and couldn’t take his eyes from Liam’s erection.

  A golden wolf. The perfect playmate for a sexual demon in perpetual lust.

  Liam sighed. “You’re not m
y pet yet. But you will be with proper training.” He wasn’t prepared for his wolf to turn so lethal so fast.

  One minute Anson lay on his back, trying to catch his breath. He looked young, vital and handsome beyond measure. The next, a monstrous werewolf rushed to tackle Liam and pin him down, fur and fang and flesh a fiendishly clever mix of the best parts of both man and wolf.

  “Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you live.” Anson gripped Liam’s neck with huge, powerful hands. When he squeezed, even Liam, with all his strength, couldn’t budge the animal.

  “My truth, your truth,” Liam managed, captivated by this most excellent surprise. So much magic, and all for him. “I cast a spell, and you came.”

  “Bullshit. You just said you’re no sorcerer, and you’re not human with ears like that. What are you?” Anson glared, his eyes a bright, glowing green that slowly turned molten gold, as beautiful as the thick fur on his body. His muzzle made it difficult to understand him, but there could be no mistaking the danger in the fangs that neared Liam’s throat.

  “My ears are athmae,” Liam rasped.

  Anson cocked his head, his own ears twitching. But he eased the pressure on Liam’s throat. “Athmae?”

  Liam licked his own fangs, which were much smaller than—though just as sharp as—Anson’s. He flashed them at Anson. “My mother is athmae. A succubus.”

  “A demon? But stories tell of the dreaded demons with black skin and white hair. Red eyes of fire that burn the living into ash.” Anson shook his head. “Your skin is pale, your hair dark, and your eyes green. A very bright, wolfish green,” Anson said, almost as if in question.

  “Like my father’s.” And I dearly miss him. Sorrow mixed with anger when Liam recalled how his father had passed. Defending Liam from the same evil that still coveted his power, his soul. A worse fate he couldn’t imagine.

  “Green eyes that glow with…red?” Anson sounded worried. He quickly released Liam and turned back into the mortal form Liam liked so much.

  “You don’t like my eyes?”

  “Orbs of red,” Anson muttered, then seemed to shake off his odd mood. “Either you tell me why I’m here or I’m leaving right the hell now. Athmae, my ass. They’re not real, just stories told to scare young wolves into behaving.”

  “Like werewolves?”

  “Don’t change the subject.” Anson rose to his feet and paced back and forth, keeping his gaze glued to Liam.

  “I’ve been trying to find a shifter wolf for decades,” Liam confessed. “It seems this incantation finally worked.” He stood and crossed to the bed to sit. Truth be told, he’d much rather have Anson join him there. “Magic led me to my own backyard, which is where I found a most beautiful wolf, trespassing on forbidden lands.”

  “Where am I?”

  “Stuttgart, Germany.”

  Anson stared in amazement. “You don’t sound German.”

  “Nor do you. Imagine my surprise when my wolf turned into a man with an American accent.”

  “But I was running around in Alaska hours ago.”

  “Welcome to Baden-Württemberg.”

  “Great. So what else? You just asked for a wolf and whammo, I arrived?”

  “I have no idea how it worked. I’ve been trying for a hundred years to find one of your kind. You’re the first success I’ve had.”

  “I don’t understand. My uncle forced me to toss my offering into the box. But no one claimed me. I’m a free man.” He glared at Liam.

  “And yet you are here, with me.” Beautifully naked. Liam couldn’t help staring at the eye-pleasing male.

  “Or maybe you’re a demon who got tired of fucking with humans, so you decided to get back at the wolves who kicked your asses in the last millennial war. Somehow, our wires got crossed, and here I am.”

  “A pretty explanation, but no.” Liam stroked himself, pleased when Anson followed the movement of his hand and didn’t look away. “I asked for a wolf, and you appeared. A sexy wolf who can’t wait to feel this up his ass.”

  “Never gonna happen, demon.” Anson’s gravelly voice told another story. “I like women.” He blinked and glanced back at Liam’s face.

  “Women can be quite enjoyable. Seems like we have something in common.” Liam wanted to laugh at the confusion on Anson’s face, but his desire was once again growing out of hand. Anson’s flavor addicted him to taste more. Blood or semen, it didn’t matter. “But there’s something to be said for a tight, narrow ass, isn’t there?”

  Anson ignored him. “Just point me to a phone. I’ve got to call my alpha and get back. If he thinks I took off and disobeyed him, he’ll kill me.”

  Liam shrugged. “Banathmae answered my prayer and accepted my spell. My blood gift must have been enough this year.” And the hair I added did the trick. A wolf tradition that finally paid off. Good thinking, Mother.

  “Banathmae’s your what, god?”

  “Yes. He insists we celebrate offerings with ceremony. Tonight is the harvest moon, so I’ll join in thanks for your arrival.”

  “I’m not a gift.”

  “You are from where I’m sitting. You look good enough to eat.” Liam grinned.

  “Look, Liam. I didn’t ask to be here.”

  “I didn’t ask for what’s happened to me, but fate will as fate does.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” Anson scowled.

  “It means you’re mine for the time being, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  They stared at each other in silence. Liam would have given all he had to know what Anson thought.

  “You said you cast a spell,” Anson said slowly. “What was it for?”

  “For help in defeating a powerful enemy.”

  Anson paused in thought. “If I help you defeat this enemy, will you send me back? You’ll help me explain to my pack what happened?”

  “Yes.” Demons never spoke true, especially when in pursuit of something they desired. The falsehood dripped from Liam’s tongue like honey, and its sweetness softened the anger on Anson’s face. Give you back? Of course not. You’re mine, my golden treasure. “But first we have the harvest moon ceremony to attend.”

  Liam wanted Anson with a desire stronger than any he’d ever felt. Wolf or no wolf, the younger man called to him. Though Liam was part wolf, he was also part athmae. He hadn’t asked for a male wolf to aid in his cause. Dealing with deities who considered propagation a requisite form of tribute, Liam had thought that when the day came, he’d find a female wolf to bear his child. He assumed the energy brought forth in the new life of his progeny would break his curse, allowing him to be wolf once more. Only then would he have the strength to defeat the enemy who’d bound his essence in the first place.

  While he preferred sex with men, he couldn’t procreate with them. Which made Anson an interesting choice on his god’s part. He could only have faith that Banathmae and the Wolf in the Forest knew their way. They’d finally sent him the means to defeat that bitch of a sorceress who’d bound him. A boon in the form of a wolf who could transform into a werewolf—those fortunate descendants of Lycos. Surely Anson could heal the deep wound in Liam’s spirit.

  “Well?” Anson stood with his hands on his hips but wouldn’t look down, no doubt trying to ignore Liam’s obvious erection.

  Just to nettle the male, Liam gripped himself and moaned. “I don’t suppose you’d consent to swallow my seed now, in case the ceremony interferes with my plans? I’m really going to regret it if I never get to feel my pet’s tongue licking up my cum.”

  Anson scowled. “Asshole.”

  “We’ll get to that too. Though if you’d prefer to rim me first, I’ll happily bend over.”

  Fists turned into claws and Anson dove at Liam. Prepared this time, Liam caught him and rolled him onto his back on the bed, enjoying the tussle. “No sense of humor.” He chuckled. “How old are you, pup?”

  “Dickhead. I’m twenty-five.”

  “So young.” Liam intentionally rubbed his cock ag
ainst Anson’s, pleased when the wolf’s eyes clouded with lust. “I’m nearly four hundred years old. Which would make me your senior. Your alpha, yes?” He ground against Anson, enjoying a bit of good old frottage when someone knocked at the door. “Go away,” he yelled, captivated by the challenge in Anson’s eyes.

  God, he wanted to fuck Anson raw. He moved faster, pleased when Anson stopped resisting and started moving with him. The wolf wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist and gripped his ass. Liam pulled him as close as they could be, and they rubbed faster and harder, the intensity of their desire too fierce to deny.

  Someone banged on the door again, louder this time.

  Lost in the embrace, Liam stared into Anson’s eyes. The glow brightened and their breathing grew huskier. Both of them struggled to reach their peak, grinding and touching, fucking in all ways but one.

  The door burst open, but Liam didn’t care. He pushed and thrust until he heard Anson groan. Hot, wet seed hit his belly. The ultimate aphrodisiac. Liam shuddered against his wolf, coming hard.

  “True homage to Banathmae,” a deep voice murmured.

  He recognized Malem. As he continued to spend, two of his other guards spoke as well. “Shit. He’s doing the wolf.”

  “Wouldn’t you? Didn’t you notice when we brought him in? That wolf is seriously hung.”

  He could only hope Anson wouldn’t mind their lack of privacy. Frankly, he couldn’t care less, lost in the hazy pleasure of his orgasm.

  “I wonder how he tastes…” Ryder whispered.

  Liam finished and leaned up. He stared down into the satisfied gaze of a wolf well pleasured then turned to his men, noting the change in their skin. Before they’d looked like him, dark-haired and light-skinned. Now they were the opposite, with ink-black skin, white hair and red eyes. Night must have fallen.

  “What the hell?” Anson made no move to separate himself from Liam despite his shock. “Demons?”

  “I told you.” Liam sighed and stroked a finger over Anson’s strong jaw. “We only look this way at night, though.”

  Anson’s study shifted back to him. “You still look the same.”