Fangs and All

by Stormy Glenn

  This was no slow, romantic loving. It was hot, passionate, and wild. Kane grabbed Samuel’s hips and started to piston back and forth almost instantly, completely burying his cock in Samuel’s ass over and over again.

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  A spurt of hungry desire spiraled through Samuel when he felt Kane bite down on his neck. He knew he’d have a trail of red marks marring his skin, but instead of being angry at the simple act of possession, a deep feeling of peace entered Samuel.

  He wanted Kane’s marks on his body.

  His body began to vibrate with liquid fire as Kane’s hand snaked between their sweat-slick bodies and enveloped his straining cock and pumped hard. Samuel’s eyes rolled back, his head thrashed, and he screamed Kane’s name as he came hard. His seed coated Kane’s hand and the couch beneath him as his climax wracked his toned frame.

  Kane quickened his movements. He rocked forward and back, deep in Samuel’s body. After several hard, frantic thrusts, Kane threw back his head, and with a primal bellow of Samuel’s name, his seed flooded Samuel’s still-shuddering body.

  Samuel’s heart burst with love and anguish as Kane’s body slumped over the top of his. He knew deep down in his soul that Kane hadn’t felt the same connection that he had. For Kane, it was simply sex. For Samuel, it was an altering of his entire world.

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  Chapter 3

  “Has Samuel come in yet, Toby?”

  “No, boss,” Toby replied as he dried a glass. “I haven’t seen him since last night at closing time.”

  Kane almost growled as he whipped around and stormed down the hallway to his office. He hadn’t seen Samuel since the previous evening either. After some mind-blowing sex, Kane had thought that they would go snuggle in bed for a while.

  He had been wrong.

  Samuel had darted for the door seconds after his pants were zipped with some lousy excuse about needing a change of clothes and a shower. He had been gone before Kane knew it.

  And Kane had gone to bed alone.

  Kane stalked into his office and slammed the door closed behind him. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the sideboard by the door and poured himself a stiff drink. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking this early. It was barely dark outside. He just needed something to calm his nerves.

  He felt used.

  It was as simple as that.

  Samuel had given him the most intense sexual experience of his life and then took off for the hills just as fast as his size-fifteen boots would carry him. Kane didn’t know whether to be insulted that he had been dumped before anything more could happen between him and Samuel or grateful that he had dodged a bullet.

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  didn’t need to be pining after some kid that didn’t know what he really wanted out of life.

  No, it was better this way.

  And if Kane could convince himself of that, he’d be just fine.

  Unfortunately, his dick seemed to have other ideas. Every damn time he thought of fucking Samuel again, he got hard so hard he hurt. Hell, he got hard just thinking about Samuel. He didn’t even need to be fucking him.

  The man was a menace, plain and simple. He was interfering in Kane’s job because Kane couldn’t think of anything else except Samuel. He hadn’t even been able to sleep more than a few hours because he was so worried about the man.

  He knew that Samuel had lost his last job because he was gay, and from what Samuel had said, his apartment was owned by his old boss.

  It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Samuel had probably lost his apartment as well as his job.

  So, where had he slept last night?

  Had Kane just been one man in a long list of suckers that Samuel had charmed with the hopes of finding a place to crash? Was all of that talk about not wanting to be a kept man a load of bullshit?

  Kane’s fingers tightened around the glass in his hand. He had an urge to throw the glass against the wall and listen to it shatter into a million pieces. He would have, too, if he had someone else to clean up the mess.

  Besides, letting his temper get away from him was never a good idea. Kane had a huge temper, and once it got free, people got hurt.

  He had learned very early in life to always be in control. It was probably why he liked submissive men so much, so he could control them.

  And Samuel had been perfect.

  Kane growled when he heard a soft knock on his office door.

  “Who is it?”

  “Samuel, sir.”

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  Kane slammed his glass down on the sideboard and walked across the room to yank the door open. The anger that rolled through him at the sight of Samuel’s gorgeous face was almost more than he could handle. Kane dug his fingers into the doorframe to keep from reaching for the man and giving him a good shake as he demanded to know what in the hell was going on.

  “Yes?”

  Samuel gulped and paled, his eyes dropping away. “I just wanted to let you know I was here,” Samuel said hesitantly.

  “Duly noted.” Kane slammed the door in Samuel’s face and walked back to his glass. He downed the contents in one swallow. By the time he set the glass back on the sideboard, Kane’s temper started to cool. He replaced the cap on the whiskey bottle and then turned and walked to the chair behind his desk. He slumped down in his chair and dropped his head into his hands.

  As the anger festering inside of him slowly began to drain away, it was replaced by the look on Samuel’s face as he had slammed the door in his face. Kane felt guilt take hold of him at the anguish that had been blazing in Samuel’s moss-green eyes.

  Okay, so maybe he had overreacted. He just couldn’t help but feel used by Samuel. The man was skittish, even Kane could see that. But he had been as gentle as he could have been and still Samuel had run from him.

  It made Kane feel like a monster.

  Slamming the door in Samuels face probably hadn’t done his case any good either. Kane knew he’d have to apologize, even if it didn’t bring Samuel back to his bed. The man deserved more than that from him.

  Kane grimaced as he got up and walked out of his office. His eyes scanned the interior of the bar as he walked out into the main room, searching for Samuel. When he didn’t see him, Kane turned to look at Toby, who was still drying glasses.

  “Where did Samuel go?”

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  Toby shrugged. “Don’t know, boss. He lit out of here like his boots were on fire.”

  “Damn!” Kane pushed his hand through his curls, agitated and growing angry all over again. Now he would never have the chance to apologize to Samuel or try and convince him that they were good together. Hell, he doubted he’d ever see Samuel again.

  And why did that make his chest ache so much?

  “I heard through the grapevine that Fallon and his boys will be in tonight.”

  “Fucking perfect!” Kane dropped his hands to his hips and tilted his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “Any other good news you have for me, Toby?”

  “Milly called in sick again.”

  Kane rolled his eyes. Milly was always calling in sick. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had worked here when his brother owned the place and had a child to care for, Kane would have fired her years ago.

  “What was it this time?” Kane asked. “Another stubbed toe?”

  “Naw, Jason got sent home from daycare with the flu.”

  Kane frowned. “Do they need anything?” He might have issues with Milly calling in sick all of the time, but he liked Milly’s son, Jason. The boy had just turned four, and he was a handful at the best of times.

  “I’m dropping off some soup to them later tonight,” Toby said, and then shook his finger at Kane. “So, chicken noodle soup is on the
menu tonight. I’m making a huge pot of it.”

  “Find out if Jason needs anything else, medicine or anything.”

  “Will do, boss.”

  Kane wasn’t real happy with the way that Milly took care of her son. He knew that Milly loved Jason, but she tended to be a little neglectful at times. Toby and Kane tried to make sure that Jason was well taken care of, despite Milly’s protests.

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  “If Samuel comes back, tell him I want to see him in my office,”

  Kane said as he turned and started back for his office. “And put the breakables away. If Fallon and his boys are coming in tonight, I want to minimize the damage as much as possible.”

  “Do you want me to call in a backup bouncer?”

  Kane rubbed the back of his neck. He could already feel the tension forming in his tight muscles. “Yeah, that might be a good idea. I’m not sure if Samuel is going to be back or not.” And Kane hated admitting that. It made the ache in his chest hurt even more.

  Damn, he really needed to get over this infatuation he had with Samuel. It was clear that Samuel wasn’t interested in something long term with Kane. He’d do so much better if he just forgot about Samuel and found someone else to warm his bed.

  Maybe that was what he would do. Guys, and girls, were always making plays for him when they came into the bar. Kane didn’t know if it came from the fact that he owned the place or if they thought he was attractive. At this point, he didn’t care. He just needed someone to wipe away the memory of the night he had spent with Samuel.

  The rest of Kane’s night went by pretty damn fast. Fallon and his group had shown up a few hours after the bar opened. Kane had spent most of his evening trying to keep his bar in one piece. He had thrown more than one punch and would probably throw more by the time the bar closed.

  But at least he had found an outlet for his aggression.

  Toward the end of the evening, things started to slow down. Kane knew that Fallon’s group wasn’t drunk because they never got drunk even if they drank like fish. They just enjoyed cutting loose.

  Kane grabbed a bottle of good whiskey from behind the bar and two glasses, and then made his way across the room to the booth Fallon always occupied when he was there. He slid into the booth and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Fallon and taking the other for himself. Kane downed the amber liquid in one long swallow.

  “I didn’t think we were that bad tonight, Kane.”

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  Kane grimaced as he poured himself another glass. “No, your guys were pretty good tonight. They didn’t destroy nearly as much as I expected.” He chuckled lightly as he met the other man’s eyes. “It shouldn’t cost you more than a few hundred dollars.”

  Fallon frowned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He pulled off several hundred dollar bills and slapped them down on the table. Kane shook his head as he grabbed the money and tucked it into his pocket. He had no idea where Fallon got his money, but the man was loaded. He was never short for cash.

  “So, if it wasn’t my guys, then what has you so down in the dumps?”

  Kane snorted. Like he was going to share that with Fallon.

  “Ah, man troubles.”

  Kane’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t say that.”

  “You didn’t have to,” Fallon said. “It’s all over your face.”

  Fucking perfect.

  “Yeah, well, forget you ever saw it.”

  Fallon and Kane had an understanding about his visits to the bar.

  That did not make them buddies or even friends. They were business associates, in a weird sort of way. Kane wasn’t about to tell the man a damn thing.

  Kane didn’t like the way that Fallon was staring at him. “Dude, stop staring. It’s creepy.”

  Fallon chuckled and moved his eyes away. “You need to loosen up, Kane. You’re going to have a heart attack the way you keep going.”

  Kane rolled his eyes. “I’m sure that will keep you awake at night.”

  Fallon shrugged but didn’t say anything.

  Kane swished the whiskey around in his glass as he leaned back in the booth. “So, how are things going in the biker gang business?”

  “Busy.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “How’s the bar business?”

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  Kane gazed out over the bar and smiled. There were a few locals that had been brave enough to come into the place with Fallon’s men inside, but just a few. Fallon’s men were drinking at the bar, curled up in booths, out on the dance floor, and playing pool—everything regular patrons did minus the broken furniture and smashed beer bottles.

  “Never better.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  “So,” Kane said as he looked back at Fallon, “how long until we see you all again?”

  “Actually, we should be in town for a few days. I have some business to handle here and my guys will need a place to burn off some steam. I hope you don’t mind.”

  It wasn’t a question, and Kane knew it. “I’ll keep a tally. You can pay it when you leave.”

  “I always do.”

  Kane pointed his finger at Fallon. “And that’s the only reason I let you heathens in here.”

  Fallon grinned. “I love you, too, Kane.”

  Kane opened his mouth to tell Fallon to go to hell when he heard a sharp inhale. He turned to see Samuel standing there with an ashen face. Kane squinted, not sure if he was seeing tears in Samuel’s eyes or if it was a reflection of the light.

  “Samuel, wha—”

  Samuel was gone before Kane could finish his question. Kane growled and scooted out of the booth. He spotted Samuel running toward the door, but only because the man was so tall. Kane raced after him.

  Before Samuel could reach the door though, he crashed into a couple of Fallon’s men that were arguing by the juke box. Words were spoken, but Kane couldn’t hear them over the noise in the bar.

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  men grabbed Samuel by his throat and slammed him into the wall next to the door.

  Kane roared. He shoved people out of his way as he ran across the room and jumped the guy that had Samuel pinned to the wall. He didn’t care if the guy was a member of Fallon’s gang. No one put his hands on Samuel.

  Kane drew back his fist, ready to shove it into the face of the guy holding Samuel, but before he could deliver the blow, someone grabbed him from behind and swung him around. Kane growled and prepared himself to fight whoever grabbed him.

  He paused, thinking better of that idea when he saw Fallon standing there. He might not have any issues with fighting one of Fallon’s men, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted to tangle with Fallon.

  The man was even bigger than Samuel.

  “Fallon—”

  “What’s the meaning of this, Ranz?” Fallon bellowed.

  Ranz jerked Samuel forward and shoved him at Fallon. “He’s out of his territory.”

  Huh?

  Kane frowned and slowly lowered his fist. He was confused, and it just got worse when Fallon grabbed Samuel around the throat and pulled him close. Something deep inside of him broke free when Fallon leaned in and sniffed at Samuel’s skin. A deep growl started in Kane’s throat, threatening to erupt.

  “Who are you?” Fallon snapped when he jerked back.

  “Samuel Harden.”

  “Terrence Harden’s boy?”

  Samuel nodded as much as he could considering that Fallon’s massive hand was still wrapped around his throat.

  “You’re a little bit out of your territory, aren’t you, boy?”

  Kane swore he could hear Samuel’s hard swallow from where he stood. “Yes, sir,” Samuel whispered.

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  “This is my territory.” Fallon growled. “I didn�
�t give you permission to be here.”

  “No, sir,” Samuel replied.

  “You need to leave.” Fallon released Samuel and stepped back.

  Samuel’s eyes flickered to Kane for a moment before he nodded.

  “Yes, sir.” There was so much sadness in Samuel’s voice that Kane almost felt tears come to his own eyes, and that made him angry, both for Samuel and at himself. He was not a crier.

  “Now, wait just one damn minute,” Kane snapped. “This is my bar and if—”

  “Do not!” Fallon shouted as he grabbed Kane by his throat and lifted him off the floor. “You meddle in things you know nothing about, Kane. Leave it alone.”

  Kane’s eyes widened, and a spike of fear slithered down his spine, not because of the grip Fallon had on him but because of the low feral growl that he could hear filling the space around them and rendering the room silent.

  When he turned his head to look, he wasn’t really sure what he was looking at. It was Samuel, yet it wasn’t. He seemed to have grown by several inches, the muscles in his body increasing to the point that his shirt was ripping at the seams. Long, razor-sharp claws had grown out of the tips of his fingers, and two very white fangs hung down over his bottom lip.

  Kane frowned as he stared at Samuel. “What are you?”

  Samuel seemed to wilt right before his eyes. His size shrank back down to his normal six foot four, and the muscles that had been bulging out of his shirt reduced in size. The claws on Samuel’s hand slid back into his hands, and the fangs hanging over his lip retracted.

  Samuel stared at Kane for a long moment and then tossed his head back. The roar that came from Samuel was so heart wrenching that Kane shivered in apprehension. Before he could question Samuel anymore, the man turned and ran out of the bar, disappearing into the darkness.

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  “How do you know him?” Fallon asked.

  Kane turned his bewildered gaze from the empty doorway to Fallon. “He’s one of my bouncers.”

  “Since when?” Fallon asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking just as imposing as he possibly could, and that said a lot.

  Fallon looked imposing as hell on a good day. This wasn’t a good day.