Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle (Shifters & Bad Boys. Man love, bdsm, and rockstar romance. Book 1)

by Anita Lawless

  Grant smiled. “Completely safe. I’ve made sure to retain just enough elasticity. Now, punch me.” He opened his white lab coat wider and stretched to his full height, pointing to his stomach.

  Ethan raised an eyebrow, shook his head. “Okay. Here goes.”

  He pistoned an arm back and then brought his fist forward, driving it home right in the center of Grant’s abdomen. Grant didn’t flinch, didn’t even move from the force of the blow.

  “Boys,” he said, beaming manically. “I’m indestructible. We should celebrate.”

  “But are you still human?” Ethan murmured.

  Grant frowned at him. “What was that?”

  Ethan felt rage and fear squeeze his heart. It was getting so hard to play this game, live this lie, anymore. When he’d first fallen for Drake’s Purity spiel, it all made sense. He was dejected after discovering Mark’s affair. He’d hated himself as much as Mark, and he’d hated monster kind in his blind grief. Drake came in on the rebound and he got caught up in the rainforest troll’s passion. But that passion had turned cruel and the mission to become human had lost its shine. The humans Ethan had met within Purity didn’t even want to be pure human, though they touted this was their goal. Way he saw it, they just destroyed what they envied then kept the supernaturals’ abilities for themselves. If this was Purity’s version of humanity, he wasn’t so sure he wanted it.

  He stared into Grant’s eyes, tried to still his fear of this imposing man. “Are you still human?”

  Grant’s thin lips grew thinner. He scratched at his square jaw, ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. His hazel eyes pierced Ethan with an irritated glare. “Do you think you’re in any position to be questioning me? Haven’t you fucked up enough today?”

  Drake remained silent. Ethan sighed and let his shoulders sag. He was defeated, for now, but plans began to form in his head. This was no love, and he held no loyalty for a hypocritical cause. He’d play their game for now, but in his heart he was through.

  “Now, boys.” Grant smiled a vulpine smile. “Let’s celebrate our current and upcoming victories. Undress and perform.”

  Ethan looked at Drake, who nodded toward a sprawling leather couch at one end of the observation room. In front of them, a floor to ceiling window loomed. It allowed them to view Purity operations below. People in white lab coats bustled about beneath them, entering rooms, checking clipboards, and checking on experiments Ethan would rather not think about.

  The couch was their usual performing area. Here they created, partook, in erotic delights while Grant watched. He joined in sometimes, also, but tonight Ethan hoped he remained an observer. He knew if Grant touched him he would feel remnants of the stone giant’s pain through his stolen DNA. He was very sensitive to the energy signatures of monster kind. He didn’t want that guilt on his shoulders tonight. Tonight, now, he just wanted to lose himself in some pleasure with his lover and try to forget.

  Drake touched his face after they quickly disrobed. Ethan felt a surge of remorse drift from his lover to him. It surprised him. Drake had been shielding his mind from him a lot lately, and he wondered if it was due to hidden guilt. Now a whiff of the pain Drake felt came through clear.

  He kissed his troll lover softly, whispering into his mind, We can get out of this. Together.

  The troll scowled and shot back, Be careful what you think. We’ll have to put our shields down and let him join our minds soon. If he sees what you’re thinking about…

  Drake deepened the kiss, and the sensuality was raw, molten. He was using his desire to distract, Ethan knew, and he submitted. But he would talk this over with his lover later.

  “Werewolf, suck his big, beautiful cock for me,” Grant commanded.

  The troll sprawled on the couch. His long, purple erection slapped against his stomach. Ethan kneeled between his legs and stared into his eyes. He saw the glimmer of want there, but he wondered if Drake loved him at all. Or did the troll’s heart belong to Grant and Purity completely? Trolls were damned hard to read.

  He shifted these thoughts to the back of his mind and dipped his head to his lover’s scrotum, which was lightly peppered with fine, platinum hairs. He licked every inch of his sac then ran his tongue up the length of his shaft.

  “Very nice,” Grant spoke in a throaty voice behind them. “Now tease his head with that skilled tongue.”

  The werewolf pressed wet muscle against rigid muscle, laving beneath the ridge of his lover’s plump glans. Next he flicked the tip over the hole, making his pre-cum flow freely. The troll moaned and splayed fingers over the werewolf’s shoulder.

  “Take it all now, werewolf.” The voice of their voyeur master went gravelly with lust. “Take it to the root and suck it hard.”

  The werewolf did as he was told, but he tried to make a show of it, as he knew their master liked. He descended rapidly for the first swallow, taking the troll deep so quickly he made him gasp. He came back up the shaft slowly, sweeping his tongue over slick flesh, exploring every inch as he did so. Then he sucked and slurped at the glans alone. He kept the suction soft at first, just tormenting his lover, who bucked his hips up and groaned in response. Then he sucked harder, until his cheeks collapsed and his mouth molded like a glove fitted to the steely cock. The troll softly growled and grunted enjoyment. Behind them, their master applauded.

  He slipped his lips up and down, up and down, then pulled his mouth away to briefly tongue the troll’s balls once more.

  “Werewolf, get his asshole ready for your cock,” Grant almost panted the word’s, but Ethan didn’t look behind him to see if their master played with himself. He knew that wasn’t allowed unless the master commanded it. “But neither of you may cum until I tell you to.”

  His tongue slipped down his lover’s sac. He paused at his perineum, sucking the small flap of skin into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it rapidly. The troll murmured dirty talk and pushed his ass closer to the werewolf’s face. Their master commanded silence, control of this passion, and the troll fell silent. He continued to writhe and squirm from the werewolf’s touch, however.

  He poked his tongue deep into his lover’s tight, pink hole and held it there. As he did so, he curled and wiggled it, seeking to stroke his lover’s prostrate. The troll’s ass pressed harder still into his face.

  He pulled his tongue out and licked up and down his lover’s crack. Once more he teased the perineum before he sucked on three fingers, getting them good and wet. Then he plunged these slippery digits far up his lover’s hole and massaged.

  “Ahhhhhh,” the troll sighed. He sagged on the couch, his eyes closing as he absorbed this bliss.

  The werewolf watched his face bunch and wrinkle. He could tell the troll struggled not to cum as his pleasure escalated. So he tilted his lover’s ass up and positioned his cock head with his other hand. Slowly he nudged the thick tip into the troll’s spit lubed ass. He barely penetrated him at first, teasing his lover and keeping him from going over the edge. The troll tried to push his ass forward, embed more of the werewolf’s cock, but the werewolf clamped one hand around the base and stopped him from taking it all. He shook his head and gave a sideways smile. ‘Not yet’ was his signal. The master said they had to cum when told, as per the usual, and he didn’t want to piss the master off tonight. He’d already avoided punishment. Best not to tempt luck.

  He pumped slowly in and out his lover, pushing his knees back so he could penetrate deeper. His eyes closed as he lost himself in this sublime friction. The feel of slippery flesh encasing slippery flesh. His lover’s anal canal milked him as it constricted hard then released.

  A hand closed over the werewolf’s shoulder. Their master now joined them. He dared a brief glimpse over his shoulder, finding the master naked and ready. He watched them with intense lust darkening his face. His short, thick erection jutted from a nest of dark pubic hair.

  “Come hard, now, both of you,” their master growled. “And then I want to fuck both your sweet asses.�
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  His grip on the werewolf’s shoulder tensed. The werewolf drove his cock into his lover faster, stronger, seeking to bring them both to completion. He’d wrapped one fist around the troll’s straining erection and milked it with a well trained grip. Soon it spurted cum all over his fingers. Pearly whiteness spattered his chest and some hit his chin.

  He drove his cock deep into his lover’s ass and it twitched hard as it emptied its seed. Then a picture bled into his mind and the world around him changed.

  As he gasped and drifted down from his orgasm, he watched Sid standing in the doorway of Bastian’s home. The vampire’s face was twisted in horror.

  As this vision solidified in Ethan’s mind, Drake pulled away from him with a strangled cry. He crumpled into a ball in the corner of the massive couch.

  Their master let out a mad cackle. “Boys, it appears the vampire has discovered Bastian. Good thing we left that second implant in your father.” He went to the troll cowering on the couch, touched him tenderly, and whispered, “Good job, Drake. This will keep the triad apart and bring them right to our trap at separate times. Your sacrifice for the sake of Purity will not go unnoticed.”

  ***

  Sid stared at the corpse in disbelief. He’d have to report the murder to Council Hunters, to Headquarters, and he should probably do it before he left for the island. The last thing he needed now was a murder rap pinned on him too. The others might have to leave without him.

  As he drew nearer to the slain rainforest troll, Bastian, leader of the Council Hunters, he saw clearing his name wouldn’t be so hard after all. It looked like Bastian had named the murderer before he perished.

  The troll’s throat had been slit from ear to ear. A splash of rich crimson just missed a journal splayed open on the table he had sat at before he was murdered. Sid had stepped over the corpse to view this open book, only to find he’d struck gold. Yes, this revelation would delay his departure for the island, but it was very much worth the delay.

  Sid read the words scrawled across yellowed pages:

  My son has betrayed the underground. I tried. Please know, I tried. Tried to raise him to respect monster kind, tried to teach him guidance, direction, compassion, strength, and shrewdness. All the things I could to be a good hunter. Perhaps you can’t teach these things. Who am I to say? Ever since I found him, the day he was born of Mother Earth, I tried to do right by him. But a parent can only do so much. Right?

  Drake has betrayed us to Purity. He followed in the mountain troll’s footsteps. He wanted to be human. Purity convinced him we are an abomination against nature. Only, unlike the mountain troll, Drake is never coming back to us.

  The rogue werewolf was set up. I did some investigating and what I discovered … well, it taught me who my son truly is. The werewolf was driven mad, denied control of his wolf through devious means. Apparently Mark knew too much and had to be silenced. I name my son as his killer.

  And, tonight, I sense Drake comes to kill me, too.

  Sid, if you’re reading this, and I suspect you are, know the prophecy was true. The young werewolf you took in completes your triad. Destroy Purity’s island operation and you destroy the heart of the organization.

  Take this letter to Headquarters. May the Mother of Trolls keep you safe as you go.

  Bastian

  Sid snatched up the journal and made his way to Council Headquarters swiftly.

  ***

  Warren looked at the clock and sighed as he tried to deny anxiety’s hold. Night had fallen above. They should’ve left for the island by now, but Sid still hadn’t returned. Something had gone wrong. His gut burned with worry.

  He turned to Avery, who sat on Sid’s bed, scratching Tulle between the ears. “We should go look for him.”

  Avery shook his head. “We should leave for the island. Sid will join us later. Don’t worry. That vamp can take care of himself.”

  Warren clenched his fists, frowned at the mountain troll. “He could be hurt, killed. How can you be so sure?”

  Avery huffed in obvious annoyance. “I’ve know Sid since before you were born. Trust me, if he was dead, hurt, I’d know.” Then he scooped up the tiny dog and said, “By the way, what’re we gonna do with little Miss here? We can’t take her with us… She could get hurt.”

  Warren had noticed the troll’s gentleness toward Tulle. It did endear the big monster to him. Despite all his gruffness, it was obvious Avery had soft spots.

  Warren bit his lip. “Don’t suppose we could make a small detour?”

  The troll sighed. “A quick one. But we need to leave now. We can’t wait for Sid any longer.”

  ***

  They took a small detour to Warren’s apartment. Through his heightened supernatural senses, which he was finally getting a grip on, he knew Tamara was there. She’d returned to pack, and he figured there was no safer place for Tulle than with his ex-girlfriend.

  The troll said he’d wait outside the apartment, and once more he reminded Warren to be quick.

  With Tulle tucked under his arm, the werewolf made his way back up to his old home. He fished the apartment key out of his pocket, holding his breath briefly when he slid it in the lock. His heart thudded in his chest. His stomach ached.

  Tamara dropped a floppy hat she’d been holding when he walked in the room. Tulle gave an excited little yip.

  “Warren,” she whispered, then she looked down at her shoes. Her gaze darted all over the room—at the suitcase, at the scattered boxes she’d brought, at the bed—before it once more set on him.

  He held out his free hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, Tamara. I’m just here to say goodbye.” He shrugged, felt his guts plummet to his shoes. “Maybe for forever. That and I need you to take Tulle, for her safety, please?”

  “Oh, of course!” Looking stunned, she held out her arms to take the tiny pet. “Goodbye forever?” Her eyes widened, and Warren swore they shimmered with unshed tears.

  He nodded, gave a sad smile. “Yeah, it might be. Look…” He ran a hand through his dark, short hair. “My life has changed a lot now. If I never return, just know… I loved you, Tamara.”

  She drew closer, wrapped a hand around his neck, and the tears flowed freely now. “I’m so sorry I ran away from you, Warren. I should’ve known better.” She shook her head, looked away and sniffed. “Should’ve known you’d never hurt me. But what do you mean never come back? And… what are you now? I’m frightened for you…”

  She hugged him close, squeezing Tulle between them. Warren smelled her hair—a mixture of wildflowers and something spicy—one last time. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is my life now.” He pulled away enough to wipe the tears from her face and give Tulle breathing room. “Remember that old movie you loved: American Werewolf in London?”

  Giving a puzzled frown, she nodded.

  “Well, you could say I’m like David McNaughton’s character now, only I like to think I’ve got more of a Griffin Dune attitude.”

  She snorted laughter at this, pulled him close for one last hug. “Be careful, Warren.” Then her tears broke into a sob, but through it she said, “I’ll always love you, too.”

  He kissed her before they parted. He caressed her soft cheek and crushed her lips to his. He meant to keep it brief, but the passion of the emotionally charged moment took over. Her tongue slipped over his lips and he sucked it deeper into his mouth. He met her with his own tongue, entwining the two together. When he cradled her head, she moaned into his mouth.

  He enjoyed the taste of her, running his tongue along the seam of her lips then nipping at them. She wrapped her free arm around him and slid it up his back, clinging to him as the kiss deepened. Little Tulle wriggled uncomfortably between them, but he paid the protesting dog no mind for now.

  She kneaded the muscles in his shoulders as her lips opened wider for him. He caressed the roof of her mouth with his tongue. Soon she sighed against his mouth, sucked on his bottom lip. When her hand slid under the hem of his shir
t, he knew it was time to break the contact, albeit ruefully.

  He pulled back and slid his thumb down her cheek. He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ve got to go now. Goodbye, Tamara.” He patted their dog on the head. “Goodbye, Tulle.”

  As he turned and walked away, Tamara said, “Warren, please be careful.”

  He turned back and gave a sad smile. “I’ll do my best. And you do me a favor, okay?” After she nodded, he told her, “Be happy, Tamara. Love again. And take good care of little Tulle.”

  “I will,” she managed before more tears flowed.

  Warren turned so she wouldn’t see him shed his own. Swiftly, he made it back to the street and the waiting troll.

  Avery stepped from the shadows as Warren’s feet hit pavement. “Ready to go?” The troll’s voice made him jump slightly.

  “Ready.” He and the troll walked to the vehicle they’d secured. “Let’s go bring those monster slaying bastards down.”

  ***

  Passion Inside Purity

  (Waking Up Werewolf Series Part 4)

  Chapter 6

  An image of the troll and werewolf drifted into his mind as they arrived on the island after nightfall. Ethan tried to shield the vision from his lover, his master, Grant Digby, lead scientist behind the Purity organization. Long ago Grant had started experimenting on himself, stealing traits from monster DNA and infusing his genetic material with these abilities. Now he was a modified human, and much like the supernaturals he’d stolen from he could now see monsters’ thoughts and read their minds.

  If he saw what Ethan now saw, he’d send him and Drake out there after the troll and werewolf. The triad had been split and weakened, just as Grant had wanted.

  Right about now, Ethan wished he wasn’t extra sensitive to monster energy signatures. Being a werewolf himself, he’d picked up on Warren the moment his feet touched the island. Once, not so long ago, he’d have already told Grant of their presence. But now, after all the hypocrisy he’d seen inside Purity’s walls—monsters slain for their DNA, which was then injected into humans rich enough to pay or naive enough to volunteer—he kept quiet. Purity claimed to hate the very creatures they coveted the qualities of, claimed to want to wipe them from the face of the earth. The latter was true, but what Purity kept secret was the fact they stole DNA from these slain creatures and used it to create modified super humans.