He smelled bacon. Apollo lifted his nose into the air and inhaled deeply. Yep, it was definitely bacon.
He loved bacon.
Apollo popped an eye opened and lifted his head, glancing around the room, slowly opening the other one. Yep, he was still in his room. He recognized the dark blue curtains hanging over the windows, the blonde wood dresser situated between two windows across the room. He even identified the pile of clothes on the floor as his.
He just didn’t understand why he was smelling bacon.
Since Adam had moved away and Simon had gone to live in the alpha house, and Warren and Hank were on a mission, the house should have been empty. There should be no bacon scent, not matter how mouth watering it smelled.
Apollo groaned as he slid his legs over the side of the bed.
He ached, and in some very interesting places.
Apollo paused for a moment on the side of the bed and tried to remember what in the hell he had done the night before. He vaguely remembered attending a celebration for his brother Ares and his new mate Simon. Ares wanted everyone to know he had mated Simon and had thrown a huge party down by the lake.
Since he was not on duty, he was able to enjoy himself. Apollo had enjoyed the festivities probably a little more than he should have. He had been recovering from an injury caused when Simon had been attacked. He was almost healed and ready to go back into rotation guarding pack lands.
Apollo reached down and rubbed his hand over the small scar on his thigh. Wolf shifters didn’t usually scar. He had. He wasn’t thrilled with that as everyone could see his scar every time he shifted in front of them. But it was what it was and he had earned that scar saving a member of his pack.
That was something, at least.
Apollo grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up his legs, buttoning the first couple of buttons before standing and making his way to the bathroom. He quickly took care of business then washed his hands and face.
Apollo scratched his chest absently as he headed downstairs. Maybe one of the other pack members had crashed at his place last night. Apollo had to admit that he had indulged just a little too much at the party. He was just lucky his head didn’t feel like it was going to explode.
In fact, he felt pretty damn good. Apollo felt better than he had in a long time, more energetic, stronger, and steadier on his feet. He felt better than he had before he had been injured.
Another mystery to solve.
Apollo rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and skidded to a halt, his mind shattering into a million different directions as he took in the most gorgeous figure of a man he had ever seen in his life.
There was a tingling in the pit of his stomach. He trembled in equal parts fear and yearning an electric jolt go right to his core. His mouth went dry when the man bent down to pull the oven door open and the thin black shorts he wore stretched across his tight muscular ass cheeks.
Apollo bit his lip to keep his anxious whine locked away. He didn’t even know who this stranger was. He shouldn’t be picturing the gorgeous Adonis stretched out on his bed, naked from the hair down.
That thought barely crossed Apollo’s mind before another followed. His dick stiffened in his pants as he wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through the man’s dark thick shoulder length hair, to grip it in his fists while he held him firmly and kissed him, hard and deep.
He watched the man for several long moments, devouring him with his eyes before hanging his head trying to reign in his emotions. He was lusting after some stranger standing in his kitchen in tight black boxer briefs. He had to be out of his ever loving mind.
Carried away by his response, he failed to notice that the man had turned and even now stared at him, until his throat cleared. He gave Apollo a smile laced with so much sensuality that it set his pulse racing.
“Good morning, mi amor.”
Apollo sucked in a breath at the deep rich whiskey voice that slid across him like a caress. This man could make millions on phone sex alone. Apollo shook his head to clear away the overwhelming lust that had taken a hold of him.
His smoky blue eyes assessed Apollo, the man walking closer. Apollo gulped at the barely controlled power that was coiled in the muscular body in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had encountered a shifter that emitted so much dominance. He had an insane urge to tilt his head in submission to the stronger wolf.
He was ready to do just that when the man stopped right in front of him and Apollo realized he had to tilt his head back quite a ways to look up into the man’s serenely compelling eyes.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I think so.” He couldn’t remember.
“I made you breakfast.” The wide grin that spread across the man’s mouth announced his joy in such a simple gesture.
Apollo’s entire demeanor froze when he found himself suddenly lifted up and sat on the counter like he weighed less than a feather. Mr. Sexy stepped between Apollo’s thighs, pressing up against him. Even sitting on the counter, the man was still taller than him. He was probably taller than anyone Apollo knew, even Djal.
“It was hard to leave your bed, mi amor.”
Apollo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Who—” If the man was talking about leaving his bed, and adding in the delightful aches Apollo was feeling, then it was a pretty good bet that they had spent the night together.
Grayson captured Apollo’s lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from Apollo’s head just as he stole the breath from his lungs. The kiss was brutal, crushing, and Apollo could taste the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth.
After his initial shock, Apollo responded to the kiss with hunger. He groaned into the kiss as Grayson scent filled his lungs. His body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him reaching for Grayson mouth, the hot draw of his lips, the moist wash of his tongue.
Eagerly, Apollo's tongue mated with Grayson's, his body arching as he tried to get closer. Grayson arms went around Apollo, blunt nails scraping along his arms as Apollo twisted closer. A hunger unlike anything he'd ever experienced shook his very foundation.
Apollo stared into Grayson's eyes and felt the shock clear to the soles of his feet as his tongue continued to lick at Grayson's lips. The man was looking at Apollo with nothing short of worship in his eyes.
“I need to have you,” Grayson whispered in his ear, his voice husky and growly. “Tell me I can have you again, mi amor.”
As gorgeous and delicious as this man was, Apollo wished he could remember the first time. "Yes."
An animalistic sound rumbled in Grayson’s throat.
He lay back on the counter and let Grayson have his way. Grayson began to work on Apollo’s pants, ripping them down Apollo’s legs. His movements were wild, unforgiving, and dared Apollo to interfere, to stop him.
Apollo didn’t do a damn thing but watch.
He whimpered when he felt a large, smooth, hand slide up his chest until Grayson’s hand was loosely wrapped around Apollo’s throat. He should be terrified that he had a huge shifter hovering over him with sharp canines gleaming in the low light and a hand wrapped around his throat, but oddly enough, Apollo wasn’t.
It was turning him on big-time instead.
Grayson’s eyes gleamed like glassy, volcanic rock as he looked down at Apollo. His tongue peeked out, sliding across his bottom lip as his fingers tightened around Apollo’s erection. Apollo groaned, and then his head fell back onto his shoulders as Grayson’s fingers ran up and down his length.
“Feel how your body responds to my scent, my touch,” Grayson said in a rough tone that rode roughshod over Apollo’s skin. Grayson’s deep husky voice was branding him, making his own claim—again—and Apollo was so turned on that he was about to explode. “Mine alone.”
“Yes.” Apollo moaned the word as he reached down and opened his jeans. He lifted his head to see Grayson drop down to his knees in front of him.
“You were made for me.”
Apollo gasped when Grayson leaned forward and deep throated him. He nearly tumbled off the counter, caught off guard by Grayson’s ability to even do something like that. Apollo was no slough in the size department. Not many men could take all of his length.
“Damn, baby,” Apollo groaned, his hands sliding through Grayson’s hair, holding on as he shuddered and savored every second of what the man was doing to his cock.
Grayson pulled back and licked and sucked with genuine enjoyment, making the sloppiest sounds imaginable, hot sexy sounds that drove Apollo insane. When Grayson looked up at him from under his thick, black lashes, all Apollo was able to do was gape at him in amazement.
The man was so goddamn beautiful kneeling in front of him with Apollo’s cock in his mouth.
“Shit!” Apollo shouted when Grayson began to hum around his dick. The vibrations were felt all the way to his toes. Grayson’s tongue flickered over the very tip of Apollo’s cock, sucking in the clear liquid as his lips created a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making him come.
Apollo was going to die a very happy man right now.
Grayson murmured Apollo’s name around his cock, sending Apollo into a wild craze. He began to fuck Grayson’s mouth in earnest, feeling the head of his prick sliding down Grayson’s throat over and over again. His thigh muscles quivered, his legs threatening to give out as his balls drew so tight to Apollo’s body that they actually hurt.
Apollo shouted as his back arched, his cock lodging in Grayson’s throat as hot jets of seed were ripped from his balls. White lights exploded behind his eyelids, making him dizzy as hell. His head was throbbing as he settled his body back down.
Apollo was gasping for air, pulling his cock free and praying he wouldn’t fall off the counter. Grayson’s strong hands held him in place as the man stood and leaned down to rest his head in the middle of Apollo’s stomach.