Arcanum NY 4: Ceasefire

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Ceasefire – Mychael Black

Arcanum New York 4

Kip Sawyer has never given much thought to the notion of fated mates. So when he meets Corith Drach, a cocky, irritating alpha dragon, and shakes the man’s hand, the zap he receives the second they touch shocks him to his core. He wants nothing to do with Corith, even if the alpha is the Dom constantly starring in Kip’s fantasies.

Corith Drach knows exactly what the submissive alpha wolf needs: him. Getting Kip to admit it, though, is another matter entirely. The fact that they are both alphas is irrelevant. He will get his hands on his wolf, one way or another.

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EXCERPT:

“Fuck!”

Kip scowled over his shoulder at the bastard drilling his ass into the bed. The son-of-a-bitch snorted, a puff of smoke escaping to curl around Kip’s shattered psyche. The asshole smirked, withdrew, and rammed his enormous cock balls deep into Kip’s abused hole.

Kip shouted, and come spurted over his fist. The dragon buried inside him roared and filled his ass with wickedly hot semen. A sharp slap on his right asscheek tore a snarl out of Kip, but the dragon just chuckled and pulled out, leaving Kip empty and almost bereft.

“You will break.”

“Out,” Kip growled.

The dragon’s chuckle turned dark, almost threatening. Kip’s cock made a valiant effort to respond. The hotel room door shut, leaving Kip to gather his wits alone.

* * *

Kip Sawyer jerked awake and blinked up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He scrubbed his hands down his face, not missing the sweat beading on his forehead. He could feel the fire as if it had actually filled him. It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamed of the red-scaled bastard, and, if he was honest with himself, Kip knew it wouldn’t be the last. The constant buzz in his head was only getting worse. It had started the second they shook hands on their first meeting when Corith Drach had shown up to help Arcanum with a case several months ago. They’d butted heads even back then, and ever since, their mutual friends tried to keep them apart.

Grumbling, Kip got up and tugged on his sweats. It had been far too long since he’d knelt for anyone, and he desperately needed it. He’d been ignoring the urge, which didn’t work too well when the Dom in his head looked a whole lot like the one man he couldn’t fucking stand. No way was he ever going to touch the cocky asshole, much less submit to him.

Kip left his bedroom and scratched his belly as he wandered into the front room. His best friend, a fae who looked nothing like a fae, glanced over from where he’d been sprawled on the couch. Kip gave a half-hearted wave and went to the kitchen.

“You working tonight?” Aeden asked.

“Yeah.” Kip raked a hand through his hair. “Not exactly up for it, but work is work.”

“You okay?”

When Kip looked up, Aeden was leaning on the bar separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. Christ, the man moved fast. Kip held up a mug, and Aeden nodded. As soon as the coffee maker started, Kip went foraging for food. One of them needed to hit the store soon, but he settled on a frozen pizza for now. He didn’t bother offering any to Aeden since it wasn’t vegetarian-friendly.

“Kip.”

Sighing, Kip met his friend’s gaze. “I’m fine.”

One dark eyebrow rose, and Aeden glared at him. On any other Dom, the look would’ve worked like a charm to get Kip talking, but this was Aeden. They’d been best friends for nearly seventy years, and they’d never crossed the relationship line. Aeden was handsome, but Kip refused to sleep with someone while another face sneered at him in his head. Besides, Aeden had a thing for twinks.