"Are you going to tell me what has you so upset?"
"Not hardly." Conner McGregor was casually amused by the question. Leyland Summers was always trying to make sure everyone around him was happy as he was. It was like the man's mission in life or something. Conner just didn't want to be one of Leyland's pet projects.
"It might help to talk about it."
"Says the man with two mates," Conner snickered.
"So, it's because you're not getting laid on a regular basis?" Leyland asked. "Is that why you're in such a foul mood?"
Conner rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter. He held his coffee cup in both hands and took a long sip, anything to keep from having to answer the little Tri Omega. He liked Leyland well enough but not enough to talk about his sex life or lack there of.
If wasn't for the fact that Leyland's two very large mates would wipe the floor with him, Conner would have told Leyland exactly how he felt about talking about his sex life. It was a subject totally off limits in his book.
"I'm just trying to help, Conner."
Conner sighed. "I know, Leyland."
Leyland frowned and chewed on the end of his thumb, which was actually a good look for the man. Conner imagined it pretty much got him whatever he wanted where his mates were concerned. Jake McAlester and Lucas Jones had absolutely no resistance to one of Leyland's pouty looks.
"Maybe we could have a party," Leyland said suddenly, his smile brightening. "We could invite some of the surrounding wolf packs. You could meet someone there."
"Leyland, I appreciate your concern over my sex life but it's just that, my sex life."
Conner rolled his eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own date, thank you very much."
Leyland frowned again. "I just want to make you feel better, to make you feel more comfortable here."
"Leyland, you can read people." A feat which still freaked Conner out a bit. "Do I seem like I'm uncomfortable here?"
"I'm fine, Leyland, just a bit envious."
"Of me?" Leyland's hand fluttered at his neck.
"More of the relationship you have with Jake and Lucas. I think I'm even jealous of Brom, Daniel, and Jaryn." Conner chuckled. "Minus the kids, of course."
Leyland's expression stilled and grew serious. "You don't like kids?"
"I love kids." He smiled. Leyland's reaction amused Conner. "As long as they belong to someone else."
"I think it's been great having Brom's kids here. Cailin and Iain are so cute and they bring Jake and Lucas to their knees every time."
A burst of laughter fell from Conner's mouth before he could stop it. "And you don't? I've seen you use that pouty little look on your mates more than once. It gets you whatever you want."
Leyland grinned and tossed back his light brown hair with his hand. He didn't look the least bit repentant. "It's a gift."
"Its manipulation and you damn well know it."
"It works, doesn't it?" Leyland chuckled.
Conner opened his mouth to say something to Leyland about manipulating his mates when the phone rang. He reached over Leyland's head and grabbed the phone hanging on the wall and brought it to his ear.
"You're in danger," a low masculine voice whispered through the phone.
Conner's eyebrows shot up in surprise. That wasn't something he heard every day. "Excuse me?"
"You're in danger," the voice whispered again, "you and the man with you."
"Who is this?" Conner ground the question out through clenched teeth. He didn't like mysterious voices but he liked cryptic messages even less.
"You're life is in danger, Conner."
Conner stiffened, feeling a deep dark cold crawl down his spine. "How do you know who I am?"
"Conner?" a small voice wobbled next to him.
Conner glanced over at Leyland when the man grabbed his arm. He started to shake his head to tell Leyland to be quiet. He needed to figure out who in the hell was calling him, and why.
And then he spotted a red laser dot on Leyland's forehead.
Conner whipped around to look out the kitchen window, trying to spot who ever had a laser light pointed at Leyland's head. He couldn't see anything except green fields of grass surrounded by rolling hills covered in trees. There wasn't a person in sight.
"Conner!" The voice over the phone was getting harsher but still spoke in a whisper. "You're not listening to me. You and the man you are with are in danger. You must get out of there."
"Who is this?" Conner demanded again, anger beginning to lace his voice. He started to feel a prickling along his skin as if all of the hairs were starting to stand up. If he didn't know better, Conner would have thought that he had some sort of premonition because it felt like something was coming, something bad.
"Consider me a friend," the voice replied.
"I like knowing the names of my friends."
"Just get out of there. You're not safe."
“Oh, baby, have I got a surprise for you.”
Yuri’s eyes dropped to the erection pushing against Siro’s jeans. “I’ve seen that surprise before.”
Oh, the poor man. He had no clue.
“Come with me.” Siro grabbed Yuri’s hand and pulled him to the edge of the bed they had been sharing for the last few nights. While nothing too intimate had occurred between them, Siro hadn’t been able to deny Yuri’s need to cuddle at night. He even put up with finding Yuri curled around him every morning.
It made Yuri happy.
And that made Siro happy.
Siro pulled Yuri to a stop at the edge of the bed and reached for the buttons on his shirt. He was actually a couple of inches taller than Yuri, which brought the man’s forehead about to Siro’s chin. Still, the man was no slouch. Yuri had muscles to spare, and miles of golden tanned skin that Siro had the urge to lick.
Siro took the time to explore Yuri’s silky skin as he pushed the shirt from the man’s wide shoulders. Once the shirt dropped to the floor, Siro stroked his hands down over Yuri’s thick shoulders to his muscled chest.
“I like this,” he said as he pushed his fingers through the short curly hair on the man’s pectoral muscles. There was just a smattering of small curly hairs spread out over his chest and then trailing down to a narrow arrow that led under the edge of the man’s waistband.
Two lightly brown hued round disks nestled in all of that dark hair caught Siro’s attention. He kept his eyes locked with Yuri’s as he leaned down and nipped at one. Yuri’s nostrils flared but not a sound escaped the man’s tight lips.
That would change.
Siro leaned over and nipped at the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth between his teeth. Yuri stiffened but yet again, not a sound escaped his mouth. Siro mentally shrugged. Maybe Yuri wasn’t a nipple man. Not everyone was.
But he didn’t know a man on the planet that would turn down a set of warm lips wrapped around his cock. Siro slid down to the floor and reached for Yuri’s boots. He heard Yuri chuckle when he pulled one boot off and tossed it over his shoulder, and then the other one.
Yuri’s laughter stopped when Siro reached for the zipper on the man’s jeans. The bulge in his pants pulsed and grew as Siro slowly pulled the zipper down to reveal one of the prettiest cocks he had ever seen. It was thick, long, and dripping.
He had not faired bad in the mate department. Yuri was a golden god with dark jet black hair that curled lightly around his head and fell to his shoulders in gentle waves. His azure blue eyes dominated his face, making his square jaw and strong cheekbones stand out.
He was stunning.
Siro pushed himself to his feet and pointed to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Yuri arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Siro grinned and reached for the edge of his cotton shirt. He pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor, unconcerned with where it fell. Yuri just stood there and stared until Siro paused.
Yuri’s eyes widened for a moment and then his face flushed as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. Siro smirked as the man scrambled to get on the bed. Yuri was in for more than a few surprises. He had plans for his mate–a lot of plans.
Siro waited until Yuri got settled on his back in the middle of the bed then pushed his boots off his feet, kicking them away. He could feel the full weight of his mate’s intense stare as he shimmed out of his jeans.
Once he was naked, Siro raised his eyes to meet Yuri’s lust filled ones. The heat in his mate’s eyes warmed Siro as nothing ever had. His breath hitched in his throat, stealing the words he had been about to speak.
He went with action instead.
Siro grabbed his hard cock and gave it a long slow stroke. He saw the intense Yuri became aware of what he was doing. The man’s eyes dropped to his cock and a soft flush filled his face. But it was the way that Yuri’s cock pulsed and jerked that drew Siro’s attention.
“Do you like what you see, Yuri?” Siro gave his cock another long stroke from root to tip and then back down again. His balls felt heavy, achy. The need to sink his shaft into Yuri’s welcoming body was almost overwhelming.
But he had to take it slow, no matter how much control it took. Yuri had never been on the receiving end and Siro would curl up and die if he made this experience uncomfortable for his mate.
Yuri’s breathing seemed to stutter in his chest the more he watched Siro caressing himself, which told Siro a lot of things. Yuri enjoyed watching. It would be good if they were ever able to settle things with their other mate.
The other thing that Yuri’s erratic breathing told Siro was that the man was not unaffected as he wanted to appear. And considering what Siro had in store for the man, that was a really good thing.
Siro dropped his hand from around his cock and climbed onto the end of the bed, tossing a tube of lube down next to the man. He slowly climbed his way up until he hovered over the top of Yuri, his hands planted on either side of the man’s head and his body nestled between Yuri’s thighs.
“You’re going to like this,” Siro whispered. “Promise.”