Binding the Wolf

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Binding the Wolf – Mychael Black

Zach is quite content in his life with his lover Nate. Despite the rigors of being a chef, he knows he can come home to relative peace. But one day, his blessed peace is interrupted when he finds a box and a note from Nate. Can Zach accept Nate for what he is?

Nate is hiding a secret from his lover. He throws everything on the hope that Zach will still love him. Can he convince Zach to be the master he so desperately needs?

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EXCERPT:

The dogs were barking wildly before Zach got the keys out of his pocket. Looking back at Nate, he grinned. “You think they missed us?”

Nate chuckled and made a good bit of racket with the grocery bags in his hands, sending the dogs on the other side of the door into fits. Zach rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Four furry, wiggling bodies assaulted them before they made it over the threshold. Zach crowded the dogs  back into the house, and Nate followed behind, closing the door.

Thor, the oldest and largest of the pack of four Alaskan Huskies, sat down in the doorway to the kitchen, looking smug. Zach stopped and looked over at his lover, who was herding the others into the living room with promises of treats.

“Hey, Nate. Call Thor, will you? He’s being stubborn again.”

Nate whistled, the sound shrill and loud. Thor snorted and brushed past Zach, heading into the living room to curl up on the couch with Nate. Zach grinned. Without a doubt, the dog knew who his owner was. As Nate scratched one thick-furred neck after another, Zach started putting away the groceries. A few minutes later, a rustle of plastic bags came from behind him, and then two strong, thick-muscled arms were sliding around his waist. Nate dropped a kiss to the side of his neck and nuzzled below Zach’s left ear.

“Should we give them the bones now,” Zach asked him, “or wait?”

“Now.”

Zach shivered as Nate nipped his neck. The man’s teeth were a bit sharper than most people’s, but Zach didn’t care, not when Nate could drive him to the edge every time with a few well-placed nibbles. One of Nate’s hands drifted lower, cupping Zach through his jeans, fingers wrapping around the hardness beneath the denim. Nate’s voice was deep and rich, reminding Zach of a fine wine, aged perfectly.

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.”

The warmth of Nate’s body disappeared, and Zach shivered in its absence.

“Yeah. Dog bones.”