Angel In Black Leather Pants

His lips curled into a snarl as he watched some young thing rub up against his mate. Admittedly, Adair moved away but the young blond was persistent and common sense told Vassago that his mate could only withstand so much. There’d been many a time Vassago spirited himself within range of Adair, worried the man would have someone sharing his bed. It hadn’t happened so far, but….

What if he’s got sick of waiting for you, the insidious voice inside of Vassago’s head prompted? He knows you exist, but he’s a wolf shifter. An alpha. They’re made for sex. Vassago knew that only too well. He spent more than a century learning about all types of paranormals, fascinated by wolf shifters well before he’d ever met one. Key things separated wolf shifters from others – their loyalty, devotion to pack and their Alpha, and a sex drive which was well documented in ancient lore. The stronger the wolf, the higher the drive, and Adair was a very strong wolf.

The blond was making a move again, and from what Vassago could see Adair’s brothers were encouraging him. Fuck it. Vassago scanned the surroundings for a dark corner. There, that would do it. He didn’t want to cause uproar in a pack, especially with humans around. Encasing himself in a wall of magic, a handy thing to have when he didn’t want unknown shifters pawing him, Vassago materialized and nimbly edged his way closer to his mate. The blond had his arms wrapped around Adair’s waist and it took all of Vassago’s energies not to zap the little shit. Instead he pushed his way to the blond’s side, and smiled. “It’s time for you to go now,” he said, pouring on his charm. There were very few creatures that could resist his voice if he put his mind to it.

The blond looked startled, but then dutifully slipped away into the crowd and for the first time Vassago had his mate’s full attention. Standing at least six foot five, with huge shoulders and a mass of long wavy hair, Adair was dressed in a bright green shirt that matched his emerald eyes, and tight black pants that clearly showed which way he was dressing. Vassago grinned and slid into the same position he’d removed the blond from.

“You don’t have a problem dancing with me, do you?” From the way Adair’s arms came around him, and the two men fell into a slow rhythm, Vassago got the answer he was looking for.

Adult Excerpt

Fingers working quickly, Vassago made short work of the button and zipper. But instead of the expected flesh he hoped to find, Vassago was confronted by a blue silken bulge. “Oh, baby, this is one hell of a welcome surprise. You wear things like this all the time?”

Vassago looked up to see Adair’s sharp cheekbones were tinged with red. “I like how they feel on my skin,” he said gruffly.

“Believe me sweetheart, I like how they feel on your skin too, and how they look clinging to your sexy package. Hmm, I am a lucky, lucky djinn.” Vassago gave into temptation and leaned forward burying his nose along the shaft clearly evident in the satin. He allowed himself an open mouthed groan, as his fingers fumbled to remove Adair’s boots. Damn man would have big feet, and Vassago knew he should be watching what he was doing, but oh, the smell, the heat around his face was driving Vassago insane.

“You have magic; use it. It’s not as though you’re going to shock someone like me.” His mate had a good point. Vassago hadn’t been with a shifter or another paranormal in decades; thinking as others of his kind did, that his mate would be human. He felt a definite sense of relief at not having to explain the concepts of paranormal to a human. Whisking Adair’s jeans and boots off with a mere thought, Vassago ran his nose up and down the length of flesh that was threatening the bounds of the silken boy shorts.

Oh fuck. Amazing. Adair epitomized everything he’d been missing and so much more. Vassago had been with wolf shifters before, a long time ago. But in comparison to his mate they were nothing more than puppies. The sheer power emanating from Adair’s body was making him drunk, and Vassago found himself sniffing and licking through the satin, eager for a taste. Adair’s balls weren’t as constrained by the sexy shorts he was wearing, and Vassago found his desire for flesh there, in the heavy globes that escaped the material.

A steady hand threaded through the longer locks of his hair. Someone was enjoying his efforts and for some reason that caused Vassago’s heart to flutter. He licked and sucked the wrinkled skin he found, his nose nudging more of the material aside with every pass. Adair moaned and his hips gave a thrust, as though longing for friction on his dick. Vassago was happy to give it to him.

With careful hands, Vassago peeled back the cloth holding Adair’s cock hostage, unwilling to let such a defining moment be reduced to magic. Adair’s cock fell forward, slapping him lightly on his face, and Vassago was quick to encase one of the biggest cockheads he’d ever seen.

Adair wasn’t cut, indicating he was probably a lot older than he looked, but Vassago didn’t mind at all. Resting one hand on a thick thigh muscle, he wrapped the other around the base of Adair’s cock, feeling the vitality of his mate’s sex through his fingers. His tongue buried inside the copious foreskin, eager for more of Adair’s sweet/salty taste combination. When he’d cleaned all he could find, Vassago hollowed his cheeks and sunk his head, taking in as much of Adair’s length as he could. He didn’t think he’d get the whole lot in, not this first time round. But by the Fates he would devote a lifetime to trying.