Title: Omega in the Shadows (Lost Wolves Book One)
Author: Zoe Perdita
Genre: Gay Romance / Shifter Romance / Paranormal Romance
Rowan Gregor is a CIA agent who vows never to get close to another
wolf after his pack is brutally murdered by hunters. Enter Elijah Kane, an
efficient and shadowy omega assassin on the run from the CIA. When Rowan is
tasked with hunting down Kane, he ends up at the mercy of a wolf with nothing
left to lose – a wolf who is sure Rowan is his mate – even when Rowan is sure he’s
not gay.
Elijah Kane is hell bent on proving he’s stronger and smarter than
every alpha he meets – including the alpha CIA agent sent to kill him. But
Rowan lights a fire of lust that Elijah can’t ignore. They share a rare
connection – a mate connection – and he’s not going to give up on Rowan until
the man sees it too.
Trapped in a snowy wilderness and besieged by hunters, desire
sizzles between Elijah and Rowan. Can they overcome their differences, and
their pasts, and forge a bond to save their future?
Contains graphic gay sex scenes.
Author Bio
Zoe Perdita writes gay shifter romance
because the only thing better than one hot shifter dude is
two hot shifter dudes making out. She lives in the Pacific
Northwest with a fluffy orange cat and a lively roommate. When she's not
writing, Zoe likes to travel, read and play video games.
Links
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The
chain on his neck held him firm, and the look in Kane’s eyes clouded. A
peculiar expression flashed across his face – almost too quickly for Rowan to
notice. “Oh? Still don’t think you’re gay? Did it ever feel this good with a
lady friend?” Kane asked as his fingers slipped down Rowan’s zipper.
Rowan’s
heart pounded – or maybe that was Kane’s heart. They beat together in his chest
and brain. The throbbing in his cock, aching for release, didn’t help clear his
mind. It fogged with the alpha’s desire inside him – the desire he didn’t want.
“I’ll
kill you,” he growled again.
Kane
ignored him, and Rowan’s thick length popped free. The head glistened with
pre-come, slick and ready. His blood boiled in his veins.
“Lucky
you, gay guys are so much better at giving head. We know what it feels like and
what to do,” Kane sing-songed as his fingers brushed the oversensitive flesh.
Rowan’s
hips bucked involuntarily, and he cursed the moon for the hundredth time. The
Colonel wanted him to pretend to get close to Kane, not to actually fuck around
with him.
But
he was chained to a wall with nowhere to go. No escape from those eyes or that
alluring mouth.
Fuck!
The
alpha didn’t even jump out to help. To shift. It bubbled deep inside, urging
his body to give in – give up. What the hell kind of wolf was he?
“Tell
me you want me to suck you dry, Rowan,” Kane said, flicking his tongue over his
lips hungrily.
Rowan
did not want to know what Kane’s luscious mouth tasted like – or what it felt
like wrapped around his cock. “Fuck off!”
That
strange expression flashed across Kane’s face again, and for a moment Rowan
thought it was hurt. How was that possible? His refusal hurt the assassin’s
precious feelings?
Then
lips burned his chest, and Kane’s soft black hair tickled his flesh. Every
touch lit a new fire – a fire he rushed to stamp out. But those slender fingers
wound over his skin, and that mouth inched toward his hardened nipples. The
tongue flicked out to taste him, and Rowan hissed as it made contact.
He
should hate it – hate the sensation as much as he hated the man doing it to
him. But the alpha clawed and howled, begging Rowan to give in to the pleasure
crawling over his skin.
The
wolf betrayed him. That’s why his animal side needed to be kept in check –
hidden away.
It
wasn’t really him.
Kane
sucked the nub of flesh, eliciting another croak of pleasure from Rowan. Shit.
The fucking alpha was making noises for him now. The desperation behind that
moan sounded nothing like his normal voice.
Nothing
at all.
Lips
smiled against his stomach, moving lower.
Rowan
fought to ignore the omega raking the coals of his desire into a raging
inferno. He pressed himself into the cold wall, but it only served to remind
him how hot he was – how feverish. The icy flagstones chilled his flesh,
peppering it with eager goose bumps, and allowing his knees to sag and buckle.
Dammit.
No
escape.
That
pink tongue darted out again and trailed over Rowan’s taut stomach, the defined
muscles and his heaving navel. Kane was too close now, and no matter what Rowan
did, he couldn’t deny the inevitable.
His
cock pounded for it. Throbbed and beat, aching for a touch to ease the pressure
building in his balls. No matter how Rowan tried to shove it away, the alpha’s
need rose into his chest, choking him with desire.
Slowly,
he looked down at the assassin on his knees. The way his dark hair fell into
his eyes, and how his ears poked out at just the right angle. Kane’s capable
hands gripped his hips, and he breathed on the urgent shaft, the lips hovering
just in front of it.
Rowan
held his breath, tried to keep as still as possible. Steeled himself for the
coming sensation.
The chains
rattled.
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