Author Charlie Richards
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Trusting His Rat
Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book Twenty-Four
Out of the Cage: The predator isn't always the one in charge...sometimes, it's the prey.
Jamie Stratton has never had a serious relationship in his life, hopping from bed to bed, waiting patiently for his mate. Having just hit the three hundred year old mark, the wolf shifter is ecstatic to meet Paolo Muccio. He and Paolo spend one glorious night together, but then Jamie learns of his mate's kink. Swamped by memories he thought buried centuries ago, Jamie panics and runs.
Paolo can't believe his luck. Not only did wolf shifters rescue him, but when they take him back to their pack territory, he meets his mate. The icing on the cake, though, is the fact that Jamie is submissive. In his excitement, Paolo pushes too hard too fast, causing his mate to remember past hurts. Can Paolo not only track down his wayward mate, but prove to Jamie that he can be trusted in all things?
Excerpt - Trusting His Rat
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“The bedroom,” Paolo reminded him.
“Aye, right, sorry,” Jamie mumbled, getting his feet moving again.
Paolo followed close behind, his hand remaining on the back of Jamie’s neck. Liking the feel of his mate’s hand on him, Jamie tilted his head just a bit, pressing into the hold.
Rumbling softly, Paolo expressed his obvious approval.
Jamie smiled, liking that he’d pleased his mate…especially after all his ridiculous, nervous ticks he’d displayed over the last little while. He opened his bedroom door and led the way inside. Finally, the hand slipped from his neck, right before he heard the bedroom door close behind him.
Glancing over his shoulder, Jamie watched Paolo move around the room. The rat shifter must have been using the moonlight to navigate, for he didn’t bother turning on the overhead light. Instead, he crossed to the corner on the left, where Jamie had a reading nook set up, complete with a large, cushioned chair next to a pillow, and blanket-strewn window seat. Between them stood a small, round table, which currently held two paperbacks and Jamie’s E-reader. Behind that, tucked in the corner, stood a tall floor lamp, which would illuminate either the window seat or the large chair, making it easy for Jamie to curl up wherever he wanted.
Paolo flipped on the reading lamp, casting the far side of the room, which included the bed, in soft mellow light. After eyeing Jamie for a second, Paolo tugged his wife beater over his head, folded it, and placed it on the window seat. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of the sweats, paused, and offered Jamie a lascivious wink. Then, he pushed the fabric forward and down, allowing his long, thick erection to slap against his belly. He removed and folded the sweats, too, placing it with his t-shirt.
Seconds later, Jamie stared, wide-eyed, at a gloriously naked Paolo. The man stood confidently with his thickly muscled legs braced hip-distant apart. He appeared comfortable and relaxed as he gripped his own dick and slowly stroked it.
“Are you ready to take the edge off, Jamie?”
Jamie couldn’t stop the whine of need from escaping, feeling as if it was ripped from his throat. His gaze remained riveted on Paolo, somehow managing to watch both the man’s hand on his dick as well as his face. Jamie took in the smug satisfaction on Paolo’s face and watched as his lips curved into a feral grin.
“Use your words, Jamie,” Paolo ordered.
Paolo swiped his thumb over his dick’s head, rubbing the moisture over his glans. That one move caused Jamie’s mouth to go dry, making it even harder for him to find his voice. Still, Jamie’s instinctual need to obey had him swallowing hard and forcing words from his throat.
“Good.” Paolo released himself, then turned and settled on the cushy chair. “Come here.”
Jamie moved without conscious decision, his gaze riveted on the sight before him. While Jamie normally curled up on the seat, his legs tucked under him with a blanket around him, Paolo sprawled. He spread his legs wide, relaxing his arms on the rests, showing off his thickly built body, everything on display, including his dick, which jutted obscenely from a bed of thick, dark curls. Jamie unconsciously licked his lips as he moved toward his sexy mate.
Once Jamie stood in front of Paolo, his mate motioned with one hand, pointing at his chest, then the window seat and his own folded clothes. Paolo made his desire clear—lose the shirt. Jamie reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it from his jeans. He yanked it over his head and felt his nipples bead, but he wasn’t certain if the cause was from Paolo’s intense stare or the cool bedroom air.
Jamie almost dropped his shirt onto the floor, but the narrowing of his mate’s eyes stayed his action. Instead, he folded it and set it on the window seat beside Paolo’s clothes. The pleased smile on Paolo’s face sent a fresh surge of blood down south, making him ache.
Except, when Jamie reached for his belt buckle, Paolo finally moved. Quick as lightning, he leaned forward, and gripped both of Jamie’s wrists, one in each hand. “Allow me,” Paolo demanded gruffly.
Nibbling his lower lip, Jamie nodded. Paolo released his wrists and reached for Jamie’s waist, sinking his fingertips under the band and tickling the sensitive skin of his hips. Jamie gasped, his fingers twitching where he’d lowered his hands to his sides.
Jamie just managed to keep himself from rocking from foot to foot. Still, he knew his scent betrayed his nerves, for Paolo smiled up as he gently rubbed his blunt fingernails along his still hidden skin. “Don’t worry, sweet wolf,” he crooned. “I’ll take very good care of you.” Then, he winked and lowered one hand to Jamie’s groin, cupping his erection through the fabric. “And of this, too.”