All I Want for Christmas: A Dollhouse Society Holiday Short by Jay Ellison
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Sometimes two people are simply meant to be together. At least, that’s what Devon believes, which is why he intends to ask Malcolm to marry him on Christmas Day. But Devon also knows that fate can be fickle at time, and Malcolm has his own secrets.
He slid his hand over Malcolm’s arm and guided him to one of the private dressing rooms. He checked first to make certain it was empty, then ushered Malcolm inside the cramped, crowded little room full of dressing tables and racks of couture. The room smelled musty and sweet like too much perfume and body oil.
Malcolm didn’t care. The moment they were inside, he slid his big hand around the back of Devon’s head and dragged him forward so their mouths could cling in a soul-searing kiss. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them needed to.
Everything inside Malcolm surged at the taste of Devon’s mouth, that sweet clove taste. His desire. His love. And under that, a subdued ferocity he could only identify as jealousy. He was jealous of every man Devon had ever kissed, every man who had ever fucked him, either in the name of love or money. He wanted to erase those encounters, the years and the pain. He wanted to be Devon’s first. Devon’s only.
Like their first time, he could just barely control himself. He pushed Devon back against a dressing table, held him down, and fumbled with both their trousers. There were strange buckles and ties on Devon’s jeans, and Malcolm ripped mercilessly at the fabric.
“Easy, gov. Those are couture,” Devon complained. “They cost a thousand dollars.”
“I don’t care,” Malcolm growled. He reached through a placket in Devon’s thousand-dollar couture jeans and took Devon’s fat, eager cock in his hands. Devon swore violently and threw his head back against the dressing table mirror when Malcolm closed his powerful fingers around the girth of him and began to stroke, to tug, to work him. He moaned when Malcolm traced the shell of his ear with his tongue before gently but fiercely biting the lobe.
“Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful,” Malcolm told him breathlessly. “You’re all I want. You can’t be real.”
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The Alpha Club: Levi by J. Ashburn
BILLIONAIRES. SHIFTERS. ALPHAS.
Levi, Ian and Kai are gay werewolves having a three-way love affair or is it lust-affair? Each weekend the three lovers escape to Levi’s mountain hideaway to romp, frolic, hunt and escape their stressful lives for just a little while.
Everything was perfect until Levi began having strange nightmares and felt as if they were being watched in the forest where they hunted. They will soon discover that one of them hides a dark secret that may tear the lovers apart forever. Their past is about to come back to haunt them.
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Levi howled, and the trees around him fluttered with night birds. He shifted, a burning sensation erupted in his core, and tingling spilled down his limbs. The wolf inside burst out. He bolted from the porch and leapt into the air, gliding through the forest before landing on both feet.
He scaled nimbly over deadfalls and saplings, cleared jagged boulders, and dove through thick brush with a voracious appetite. Spittle streamed from the corners of his mouth. His breathing was regulated, though his heart raced. His mind focused on the task at hand as all his senses were trained on one thing—feeding.
A huge buck stood across a raging river, drinking. Levi spotted it from a cluster of trees, and, within seconds, launched himself over the river and down upon the animal. He devoured his prey, savoring the meal. When satiated, he looked up to gaze at the river and spotted something strange.
On the other side of the river, a naked, young man with blond hair stood, watching him. Levi sniffed the air, but couldn’t make out a scent that identified the stranger. A growl rose in his chest, and he started for the river.
The blond man slipped into some brush. Levi pursued. He scrambled across the forest floor and dove into the brush, but came up empty. The stranger was gone. What kind of fool would travel through the forest naked? Levi then looked down at himself… he was back in his human form and nearly naked. He shook his head and laughed, heading back to his mountain home.
Levi returned to the cabin, but couldn’t find the clothes he’d left on the porch. He cocked his head, but then smiled as he caught the whiff of an all-too-familiar, musky cologne. He pushed the front door open and saw Ian waiting for him on the couch. He was holding Levi’s shirt up to his face, sniffing it.
“Hello, handsome,” Ian said.
He had been calling Levi handsome ever since the night they met. Levi smirked, still trying to catch his breath. He soaked in Ian’s appearance—his chestnut brown hair and clean-shaven face. His green eyes twinkled when he smiled.
“Hey yourself, sexy. It’s so good to see you.”
“You, too.” Ian threw the shirt over the back of the couch. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. My dick has been craving you all week.”
Levi loved when he talked dirty to him. He slid over to him without hesitation.