Temptation

Lions of Locust Falls: Book 3

M/M Paranormal Romance

Jayda Marx

Author’s Note

Thank you for your interest in my book! This paranormal romance features my take on some seriously sexy lion shifters. They share many attributes of shifters found in other fictional works, but not all. Instead of danger, each book in this series tackles a different type of roadblock for our couples. This fluffy book contains fated mates, sweet moments, lots of laughs and steamy moments. My stories are low angst and insta-love. They follow relationships on the fast track, and I live for sweetness! Thanks again for taking a look and happy reading!

Chapter One

Hunter

“That’s gonna make one hell of a pinata,” Enzo said as he watched Asher place another strip of gauze across Cedric’s round stomach.

Cedric sighed and rolled his eyes. “For the tenth time, we’re not making a pinata. We’re making a plaster cast of my stomach. This way we'll always have a reminder of my pregnancy.” Cedric had less than two months left to carry his little one.

“Won’t the kid be a good enough reminder?” Felix chimed in, making his brother snort. 

“Don’t listen to them,” Grady insisted from his seat on the sofa, where he was lovingly watching the pair. “I think this is a beautiful way to commemorate this major event in your life. Your stomach will shrink away once the child is born, but this cast will help you remember the days you carried him or her.” 

We weren’t sure what gender the child was, because Cedric couldn’t exactly stroll into a doctor’s office to have an ultrasound. Shifters had to wait and see once their children were born, but that only added to the excitement.

“I’ll miss this belly when it’s gone,” Cedric lamented, eyeballing his protruding dome. His lips curled into a playful smirk as he moved his gaze onto his mate, Asher. “I guess we’ll have to make lots more babies so I can feel it again.” 

Asher’s hands stilled and he gulped. “Let’s make sure I don’t screw this one up too badly before we plan any more, okay?” Although his relationship with Cedric had helped him so much, Asher still wrestled with self confidence from time to time, but there was no need for it. He was a great man, and a wonderful addition to our pride.

“That baby is going to be so lucky to have you,” I butted in. “You’re loving and protective, and I know you’ll be a wonderful father.”

Cedric sniffled and dabbed at the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. “Dang it, Hunter, you’re making me cry for the hundredth time today!” The sweet man had been one big, walking hormone for the past few months. “But you’re right. Asher is going to rock fatherhood.”

The big man smiled as he lifted another piece of wet gauze and draped it over Cedric’s stomach. “Thanks, guys. I’m going to try my best.”

“And if you need anything, we’re all here for you,” I reminded him. We were a team, and no one had to handle life on their own. We all looked out for one another.

“This cast is going to be a really cool piece of art,” Brandon added. “Are you planning on painting it or anything once it dries?”

“I’d love to write the baby’s name on it after they’re born,” Cedric replied, “And maybe paint some pretty flowers on it, but I’m afraid of screwing it up.”

“I’d be happy to do it for you,” Brandon shrugged. He was a great artist; not only did he graduate from college for art, but he was also an accomplished graphic novelist.

“That would be so great!” Cedric gushed, dabbing at his eyes again. Asher cleared his throat and he and his mate had a silent interaction of head nods and winks. “And actually,” Cedric continued, “I was wondering if I could ask one more favor of you.”

Brandon cocked his head. “What is it?”

“Well, Asher has taken lots of photographs of me, but I thought it would be nice to have a sketch…you know, like the one you made of Talon? I’d be clothed!” he added quickly when Talon growled a warning. “But I’d love to capture this pregnancy in as many artistic mediums as possible. It would mean so much and I’m happy to pay you for your work-”

“Of course I’ll do it,” Brandon beamed. “But you’re not paying me anything. We’re friends, Ced; family. It’s my pleasure.”

Cedric gave him a teary smile. “Thank you. But if you won’t take my money, I am going to make your favorite meal for dinner and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

The room gave a collective chuckle and Brandon agreed, “It’s a deal. And actually, this is great timing; Talon and I were heading into town today to pick up some more art supplies. I’ll get some fresh sketch pencils and we can start right away.”

“You’re the best,” Cedric warbled.

“Are you ready to leave now, sweetheart?” Talon asked Brandon, who nodded.

I stood up at the same time as them. “Do you mind if I tag along?”

“Sure, the more the merrier,” Talon shrugged before looking around the room. “Would anyone else like to come?” No one else took him up on the offer, so the three of us walked outside and loaded into my SUV.

We drove the bumpy dirt path out of the forest and made it onto the main road. My stomach growled loudly and I asked the pair, “Do you mind if I stop somewhere to grab a bite to eat?”

That was the main reason I wanted to join them; I was starving, and I knew if Cedric heard me rummaging through the kitchen, he would insist on cooking something, and most likely feel guilty that he hadn’t fed us all. I didn’t want to interrupt his special time with Asher.

“Sure, I’m pretty hungry too,” Talon agreed.

“How about that place?” Brandon asked, pointing in front of us to a little coffee shop called Josie’s Java.

“I’ve never eaten there,” I shrugged. “Let’s give it a try.” I pulled into the parking lot and we shuffled inside.

The moment I crossed the threshold into the building, the air changed. An electric current skittered over my skin and my heart pounded. I took a deep breath, inhaling the most magnificent aroma I’d ever encountered. Even stronger than the coffee scent lingering in the space was the smell of sweet spice…the scent of my mate.

My eyes darted around the shop, bouncing from man to man, desperate to find my soul’s perfect match. And then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world; a sweet voice calling out, “I’ll be right with you.”

My gaze laser focused on the man who said the words and my knees nearly buckled. He was stunning; tall and medium build with dark blond hair that fell around his shoulders in springy curls. He turned around and I found more of the same colored hair lining his cheeks and jawline in a thick, soft beard. I was entranced by his ocean blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” Talon asked from beside me, and I nodded slowly.

“I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life.”

“Damn, you are hungry, aren’t you?”

He didn’t know the half of it. “Not just for food,” I replied, and he scrunched up his face in confusion. “My mate is here, Tal. He’s here waiting for me.”

“I’m so happy for you, but what are you waiting for? Go grab him!”

I nodded and took a step forward before Brandon stopped me with a hand to my chest. “Don’t actually grab him.” I was thankful that he was there to talk some sense into me before I scared my poor mate to death. “Just go up and say hello.”

“Say hello,” I repeated, like it was the best advice I’d ever received; like I’d never met a new person before. My brain was in a fog and only focused on getting my mate. I took a deep breath and stepped forward again.

Chapter Two

Lance

"I'll be right with you," I called over my shoulder at the sound of the bell jingling over the cafe door. I had my hands full, juggling two cups of espresso and a jelly donut while the crowd steadily grew in the dining room.

The past couple of weeks had been busy; school had started back up recently, so a lot of our seasonal workers had left us. That left most of the responsibility up to myself and Josie, the owner of the shop.

Even though she was a hard worker, Josie was pushing seventy, so there was only much she could do. Even more responsibility fell onto my shoulders and I did my best to keep things running smoothly.

I stayed busy and ended most of my shifts wiped out and with sore feet, but I was thankful for the work. And I was beyond thankful for Josie; she not only gave me the job which helped me to take care of my son, Brady, but she allowed me and my son to live in the apartment above the cafe for very little rent.

I walked around the end of the counter into the dining room and nearly collided with a tall, broad body in the way. Thankfully, I managed to stop my feet in time, and didn’t spill any hot liquid onto my fingers.

At five feet ten inches, I wasn’t exactly short, but I still looked this man square in the chin. When I gazed upwards, I found his golden eyes firmly fixated upon me. His chiseled jaw rippled when he swallowed, and his nostrils flared as he breathed deeply.

“I said I’ll be right with you,” I repeated, trying to keep my voice calm. I knew this guy’s type; just because he was gorgeous, he thought he deserved special treatment.

I wasn't denying the gorgeous part; aside from his intense eyes and square, scruffy jaw, his body was obviously muscular beneath his tight t-shirt. It was the entitlement that was unattractive; the way he crowded my space, thinking that he was more important than all of my other customers.

His eyes drifted down to the items in my hand. "Let me help you with that," he insisted as he reached for the mugs.

I twisted away before he could grab them. "I'm fine." I didn't want to owe him any favors. Besides, I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't take them for himself. I didn't even know if his hands were clean. "Excuse me."

The man stared at me for several long moments, making me squirm; partly from discomfort, but partly from the excitement of having his attention. I couldn't help it; the man was gorgeous.

He finally stepped aside, allowing me to pass. I delivered the breakfast to grateful customers and when I turned from the table, I face-planted right into someone's chest; a firm chest which I momentarily noticed smelled fantastic…until I couldn't smell anything at all.

I touched my nose and pulled back bloody fingers. "What the hell?" I grumped, scowling up at the man. "First you tried to cut in line and then you smashed up my nose!"

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, and his expression morphed from intensity to empathy, and he became even more handsome. "And I wasn't trying to cut in line; I was just trying to get close to you."

"You got close, alright," I grumbled, wiping my nose again before fully realizing what he'd said. Then I felt blood rush to my cheeks, and I quickly looked away from him. "I need to grab a napkin."

I rushed over to the countertop with the man on my heels. We both grappled at the dispenser, gathering paper cloths. He got a fistful first, and pressed the crumpled wipes to my face.

"Ah, dammit!" I cried out when my vision went blurry.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I forget my strength sometimes. I don’t mean to keep hurting you!”

Just then, another man stepped up beside him. He was quite a bit shorter and had fluffy hair, glasses, and a sweater that looked like it was straight out of the nineties. “Give him a second to breathe,” sweater man suggested as he grabbed the first guy’s wrist. “I swear, you’re as bad at this as Talon was.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, or why I suddenly had a pang of jealousy in my gut as the shorter man dragged Mr. Gorgeous away. I didn’t like that he was being touched by someone else, but why the hell should I care? The only thing I knew about the guy was that he had smashed the crap out of my nose. 

I hustled to the back room and dabbed the blood away from my nostrils before pinching my nose shut to stanch the flow. Once I was convinced that the bleeding had stopped, I cleaned myself up at the sink before stepping back into the cafe behind the counter.

I did a quick scan of the dining room and found Mr. Gorgeous sitting at a circular table. He was joined by the guy in the sweater, and a third man who was as big as Mr. Gorgeous was; maybe even more so.

At the sight of me, Mr. Gorgeous sat up straighter, and had a quick but animated discussion with his companions. He pointed in my direction, but I didn’t have time to figure out what they were talking about; a line was forming in front of the cash register.

Some people enjoyed their morning coffee and pastry as they sat in the cafe’s dining room, but many others got their cups to go, and got grumpy if the line took too long. So, I hurried through the orders, making sure all of the to-go patrons were taken care of while Josie hobbled through the dining room, waiting tables.

When I reached the end of the line, I looked back to the corner where the three men had been sitting, but my heart dropped when I found empty seats. The wait must have been too long for them and they left. But why did it bother me so much?

I didn't know them. Sure, the one who crunched my nose was nice - very nice - to look at, but that shouldn't matter. I made a promise to myself long ago that I wouldn't get involved with or even become interested in any man. I should be glad that the temptation was gone. But I wasn't.

Movement to my right caught my eye and when I looked in that direction, my heart fluttered at the sight of the three men, now sitting on barstools at the counter. Mr. Gorgeous enthusiastically waved me over, and although irritation flitted through me at being rushed, my feet moved quickly, drawing me close to him.

When I stood in front of him, he lifted his hand and I flinched when it moved toward me. He stopped within an inch of my face and said, “I promise I’ll be gentle this time.”

He brushed his fingers down the length of my nose with a featherlight touch. “It’s not broken,” he assured while my eyes fluttered shut. “Everything feels great.” It sure did; it had been so long since I had felt the touch of a man. I never knew the nose was an erogenous zone, but damn if I didn’t have a tingle in my groin.

“Lance.” My eyes popped open at the sound of my name and my cheeks flushed when I realized I was being obvious with my enjoyment of his touch. Thankfully, the man wasn’t looking at me; his focus was on the name badge on my chest. “I like that name; it’s very powerful.” He looked up at me again and smiled as his hand left my face to extend. “I’m Hunter.”

“That’s powerful too,” I replied as I shook his hand. Everything about him was manly; his name, his form, his intense gaze, and even his grip was strong, but not overwhelming.

“This is my friend, Talon,” Hunter said as he nodded his head toward the big guy sitting next to him. Talon was manly and handsome as well, but for some reason, he didn’t give me a groin tingle.

Talon nodded his head in greeting and added, “And this is my gorgeous mate, Brandon.” He leaned over and kissed the smaller man’s puffy hair, and I sighed at the pride in his voice. I longed my whole life for someone to be proud of me; proud to be with me.

No, that’s only gotten me into trouble. I’m better off by myself. It was at that moment I realized I was still holding onto Hunter’s hand, so I dropped it quickly. He rubbed his fingers together as if he missed the feeling, and I gave my attention to Brandon to distract myself.

“Mate?” I asked curiously. I’d never heard the term except from a couple of customers visiting the area from England, but they were describing a friend. Talon and Brandon certainly looked more than friendly.

“Mate, partner, husband,” Brandon answered with a shrug. “They’re one in the same. They all mean that I’m his.”

“And thank fuck for that,” Talon replied with a slight growl in his voice before leaning in and taking Brandon’s lips in a deep kiss.

The moment was both heart-melting and jealousy-inducing, so I cleared my throat and asked, “What can I get you guys?”

Hunter propped his elbows on the countertop and placed his chin in both hands, giving me a dazzling smile. “I want to try whatever you like.”

“Hmm, well, I usually eat the same thing every day; a caramel frappe and a glazed donut, but that might be too much sugar for you.” He obviously took great care of his body and probably chose more nutritious foods.

Hunter gave me an obvious wink when he answered, “Not at all. I love sweet things.”

My cheeks flushed again. This guy was affecting me in a way that I’d trained myself for years not to feel. I quickly darted my eyes to Talon and Brandon, who were thankfully coming up for air. “What about you two?”

“Hmm?” Brandon asked, looking blissed out. Talon chuckled and the young man’s eyes came back into focus. “Oh, right! I’ll take an apple cider and a blueberry muffin please.”

“I’ll have the same,” Talon smiled, and I turned my back to them quickly without another look at Hunter.

While I prepared their drinks, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was both worried and hopeful that a certain sexy guy had hopped the counter, but I sighed with relief and disappointment when I found Josie at my side.

“I’m going to head out.” Her normally pale face was flushed and she looked tired. “The rush is over and my legs are starting to ache. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Of course.” After the rush of people getting their drinks on their way to work, things slowed down in the cafe. Even if it didn’t, I wanted Josie to rest, so I would deal with it. “Take it easy. See you tomorrow?”

“Lord willing, I’ll be here,” she chuckled, patting my back before hobbling away.

I finished Hunter’s drink with a generous helping of whipped cream and caramel syrup (just the way I liked it) and served the trio. Brandon and Talon tore into their food quickly, but Hunter just stared at me with a twinkle in his eye.

“I love watching you work,” he said in a way that was flattering but also a little creepy. “How long have you been here?”

I tipped my head back and forth as I thought. “Oh, I guess a little over four years now.”

He shook his head and whispered, “All that time, you were so close.”

I pretended not to hear him. I should have walked away and minded my own business, but I was drawn to keep talking to the handsome man, so I asked, “Do you live nearby?” I had never seen him in this place; I surely would have remembered.

“Not too far from here. I live near Locust Falls.”

“That area is beautiful,” I smiled. “Well, what I’ve seen of it anyway. I like to hike in the forest, but most of it is cordoned off from the public.” As soon as I said it, I felt like an idiot. He lived there, so he was bound to know that.

Hunter leaned in and whispered, “I can get you past the blockades.”

I smirked and crossed my arms. “Trying to get me arrested?”

“Not at all. I own the land. Well, my friends and I do.” He motioned toward Brandon and Talon, who nodded.

“Really?” I asked excitedly. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to see the falls. I bet they’re stunning.”

“They are,” Hunter answered with a wide grin. “And I would love to show them to you.”

“That would be-” I bit my cheek to keep myself from agreeing to his invitation. As much as I hated to decline, I knew I had to. “I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

Hunter placed his hand on his chest and rubbed as if trying to clear away pain. Talon quickly placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder while he asked, “Why not?”

Instead of actually answering the question, I took the easy way out with, “I need to go check on my other customers.”

My steps were slow and heavy as I trekked around the dining room, refilling coffee mugs and clearing away trash. When I returned to the counter, I noticed that Talon and Brandon’s food was devoured, but Hunter hadn’t taken his first bite. He kept a hand on his chest, and his golden eyes were full of despair.

“Have I done something wrong?” he asked sincerely. “I apologize if I’ve upset you. Is it because of your nose? Because I swear that I would never hurt you on purpose.”

“No, no, I know that was an accident,” I waved him off. “Besides, it was my fault; I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings.”

“Well then, if you don’t want to go to the falls, I will take you anywhere else you’d like,” Hunter added hopefully. “Dinner, dancing, drinks…you name it.”

My heart pounded in my chest as it screamed at me to accept, but my brain screamed louder to shut it down. “My work keeps me pretty busy.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I was hoping that Hunter would acknowledge that I was trying to let him down easily, but he didn’t give up.

“My schedule is wide open,” he offered. “Any time that works for you will work for me.”

I sighed and my heart broke as I repeated, “I just really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“But…why?”

Before I could answer, the bell above the door jingled again and a cry of, “Daddy!” pierced the air. I looked over in time to see my son Brady barrelling toward me with his arms open. He crashed into me with such force that he nearly knocked me over, and hugged my thigh tightly.

“Hey there, buddy,” I replied, hugging him back with one arm. I looked confusedly at Hope, his babysitter, who leaned against the opposite side of the countertop. She was supposed to be watching him in the apartment until my shift ended in a couple of hours. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m really sorry,” she began, “But I’m not feeling well. My stomach is really upset and I threw up a few minutes ago.” She looked around the dining room before asking, “Is Josie here? I thought she could keep an eye on him for a little while.”

“No, she went home already.”

“Oh.” Hope rubbed the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead. “Well, I can take him back upstairs. Maybe he’ll let me lie down for a while if I turn on a movie.”

“No, it’s okay; you go on home,” I told her. She didn’t look like she felt well at all, so I wanted her to get some rest, and I also didn’t want Brady to catch anything. “I’ll call tomorrow and check on you.”

“Thanks.” She gave a shaky wave to Brady before leaving the cafe.

I looked back at Hunter, who also looked like he was about to throw up. “You have a son.”

“Yep,” I answered flatly. His unsavory reaction was exactly what I had expected, and why I knew it was a good idea to stay away from him.

“So you’re involved with someone,” he gathered as Talon once again patted his shoulder, but I shook my head.

“No, it’s just me and Brady.” I smiled down at my blond haired, blue eyed son, who was poking my pocket and trying to figure out what was jingling inside of it. He was a very curious kid.

“Oh, that’s great!” Hunter’s face lit up and his friends beamed. I looked confusedly at them until Brady captured my attention by trying to climb my leg like a tree.

“Carry me, Daddy! Give me a ride!”

“Buddy, I can’t right now; I have to work.”

“Okay, I’ll help you!” Brady reached above his head to the countertop and tried to grab the mugs, but I pushed them away just in time. Not only was he curious, but he also had lots of energy.

“I’m afraid you’ll hurt yourself.”

“No I won’t. I’m a great helper!” He blindly swatted at the cups again, nearly knocking one off onto the floor.

“I bet you are a great helper,” Hunter chimed in, and Brady turned toward him to nod proudly. “But I bet you’re even better at playing games.”

“Games?” My son’s eyes widened. “I love games.”

“Me too,” Hunter replied with a heart-stopping smile. “Would you like to play one with me while your dad works?”

“Yes!” Brady zoomed around the countertop while I chewed my lip.

Hunter caught my eye and assured me, “It’s okay. I’ll stay right here with him so you can watch us.” He soothed my fears without me having to voice them. He shot me a wink just as Brady reached his side. “Okay bud, take a seat here next to me. My name is Hunter, by the way. These are my friends Talon and Brandon.”

Brady smiled and waved at all of them; the kid didn’t know anyone as a stranger, which wasn’t always a good thing. 

Hunter lifted Brady onto the barstool next to him. “So, for the first game, I’m going to try to guess your age. But you have to tell me if I get it right, deal?”

“Deal,” Brady nodded.

“Okay. My first guess is that you’re…fifteen?”

Brady giggled and shook his head. “No way!”

“Oh, my mistake. You have to be at least twelve though, right?”

My boy snickered again. “You’re getting closer.”

“Eight?” Brady shook his head. “Five?”

“Almost,” Brady, exclaimed, nodding wildly.

“Hmm…could you be four?”

“Yes!” Brady clapped before holding up four fingers. “You got it! I’m this many, but I’m almost five. Now let me guess how old you are.”

“Go for it,” Hunter smiled.

“Hmm…” Brady tapped his chin while he thought. “Thirty.” It was a good guess, and similar to my thoughts, but Hunter shook his head. “Forty?”

“Nope, but you’re going in the right direction.” Damn, he looks great for his age.

“Fifty?” Brady asked, but got a head shake. “Fifty five?” He sighed and said, “I give up.”

“Already? Okay, I’ll tell you.” Hunter leaned in close but whispered loudly enough that I could hear him say, “I’m sixty eight.”

I rolled my eyes through a smirk as Brady giggled again. “You’re teasing me!”

“I would never,” Hunter insisted, pushing his nose up into the air. “Ready for the next game?” At Brady’s nod, the man dug a quarter out of his pocket. “Try and guess which hand it’s in,” he said as he put his fists behind his back to hide the coin before extending them in front of him. Brady slapped one of his hands and squealed when Hunter revealed the quarter.

The duo played that game for quite some time while I waited on tables and filled the orders of the people who fluttered in and out of the shop. When my boy got tired of that, he and Hunter challenged Talon and Brandon to a competition of stacking all of the coins in their pockets on the countertop.

Hunter and Brady built the highest tower and won, but I was pretty sure it was cheating when Hunter reached over and flicked his friends’ tower over, to Brady’s delight.

Hunter taught my son how to play tic-tac-toe on a napkin, and then the three men took turns playing ‘I spy’ with him, guessing every item of every color in the dining room.

Before I knew it, all of the patrons had cleared out of the cafe and it was time to close up for the afternoon. I wiped down all of the counters, placed the mugs in the dishwasher, and flipped the door sign to ‘closed’.

I walked up to the bartop, where Hunter had Brady laughing so hard that I was worried he may fall…until I noticed that Hunter had his hand floating behind my boy, at the ready in case he tottered.

“Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him so that I could finish my shift,” I told Hunter as I approached. “That was a huge help.”

“It was our pleasure,” he replied while Talon and Brandon nodded their agreement.

“Aw, you’re done already?” Brady whined, making me chuckle.

“I’m all finished.” I dramatically placed the back of my hand on my forehead. “I guess that means you’ll be forced to play with your chopped liver Daddy.”

“You’re not chopped liver,” Brady argued. “I just really liked playing with Hunter.” He looked at the man and asked, “Can you come play with me again tomorrow?”

“If it’s okay with your dad,” Hunter told him before he looked at me. I swear the pair of them gave me matching puppy dog eyes.

How could I say no? For one thing, I doubted that Hope would be feeling better by the following morning. She was my only babysitter, and I had to work to pay the bills. Hunter had been a godsend, and Brady looked the happiest I’d ever seen him.

“That would be wonderful, if you don’t mind.”

Brady cheered and Hunter’s eyes sparkled as his grin stretched from ear to ear. “I’d be happy to. What time does your shift start?”

“Six..”

“I’ll be here,” he promised, and I couldn’t stop a smile of my own. He turned to Brady and told him, “I’ll see you in the morning, bud,” before giving him a high-five and helping him down from the stool.

When he stood up himself, Hunter leaned across the counter toward me and whispered, “My offer is always open; anytime, anywhere.” He winked as he pulled away, leaving me breathless.

He and his friends gave Brady one last wave before they left through the door, and it took everything inside me not to chase after him.

Chapter Three

Lance

My heart fluttered in my chest when I saw Hunter’s SUV pull into the parking lot of the cafe, just as it had done the past three mornings at six o’clock sharp. He came in alone every day during my shift to talk to me and to play with Brady.

Hunter was amazing with my son. He kept Brady entertained while I worked, which was fantastic since Hope was still sick. But better yet, both of them seemed to really enjoy themselves. Hunter kept Brady laughing with jokes and games, and my rambunctious four year old never once complained of boredom, which was a miracle in itself. It was a beautiful thing to watch them together.

And it was a difficult thing to pretend that I wasn’t interested in getting closer to Hunter. He kept making offers of taking me out on a date, but he didn’t push, keeping the ball in my court. I was tempted, but I reminded myself that I was better off not getting close to anyone. I was grateful for his friendship, but I couldn’t let it progress beyond that.

And then I would catch Hunter gazing at me from across the dining room, or he’d give me a smile that made my soul shiver, and I wanted to say ‘screw friendship’ and run into his arms. He’d shown that he was a good man, but in the past I had thought other men were good too, and I was proven very wrong. It wasn’t just my heart at risk; I had my son to protect too.

Hunter climbed out of his vehicle and waved with a bright smile. I was glued to the window, watching him like a creeper, but I had a good excuse; Brady was standing at my side impatiently waiting for his friend, so I could play my presence off as the kid’s excitement, even though mine matched it. I was always excited to see Hunter’s gorgeous face.

“I wonder what he brought me today,” Brady said as he bounced on his toes. Every day, Hunter showed up with a different toy or game for the two of them to play with, and always left it for Brady to enjoy after he went home.

“Buddy, he might not bring you anything today.” Even as I said it, I knew it was incorrect, seeing as Hunter was already digging in his backseat for something. “But people don’t have to give us things to be our friends.”

“I know,” he agreed with a nod. “I like Hunter. I would like him even if he didn’t bring me presents. He’s my friend; my best friend. Well, except for you, Daddy.”

I smiled down at my sweet kid and ruffled his hair. “You’re my best friend too.”

Brady’s eyes popped open wide as he looked out the window again. “Oh my gosh!”

My jaw dropped when I saw what had him so excited; Hunter was walking up to the cafe entrance carrying a stuffed gorilla that was almost as tall as he was. Brady squealed and ran to the door, and I followed behind him to flip the lock and hold open the glass so that Hunter could pull the behemoth inside.

“Is that for me?” Brady asked eagerly.

“Is what for you?” Hunter asked, looking around at everything except the gorilla. “I don’t see anything.”

Brady giggled and pointed at the toy. “The monkey! The monkey! Is it for me?”

“Oh, this? I almost forgot about it,” Hunter teased. “Yes, this little guy is for you.” He handed over the ‘little guy’ to Brady, who hugged it and nearly disappeared in its fur and giant arms.

“I love you already, Mr. Monkey. Come on, let’s go play!” He carried the toy which was twice his size over to the barstools where he and Hunter usually sat. But when he had trouble lifting the gorilla onto them, he dragged it over to a round table with shorter chairs and got it situated.

“Don’t worry, sweets, I didn’t forget about you,” Hunter told me, and the nickname made me blush. He’d called me ‘sweets’ for days. I assumed it spawned because of the sugary treats I constantly ate during my shift at the cafe, but I really didn’t care why he chose it. The name made me feel tingly inside, so I let it slide even though it wasn’t something one friend would call another.

Hunter pulled something from his back pocket and handed it over to me; a Swiss chocolate bar with a caramel center. It sounded great, but I couldn’t help but mess with him. I looked between the large toy and the candy in my hand before teasing, “I feel a little short-changed here.”

The look on his face was priceless; his pretty eyes widened with panic and he ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry! I should have brought you something more, but I thought you’d enjoy this because of the caramel drinks you like.”

“Hunter, I’m just giving you a hard time,” I chuckled. Over the past three days, he’d spoiled me with flowers, cologne, and treats. This candy meant the most to me because he remembered something I liked. “I love this just like I’ve loved everything you’ve given me.”

Without thinking, I reached out and squeezed his hand. His eyes darted to our linked hands and before I could pull away, he wrapped his fingers around mine and brushed his thumb across my knuckles.

I should have broken our hold, but it felt so damn good that I let it be as I told him, “But you really don’t have to bring us anything.”

“I know, but I enjoy it,” he argued. “I love the way Brady’s face lights up and the way yours blushes.” As he said the words, I felt heat creeping into my cheeks. “Just like that,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

My face felt like it was about to ignite into flames as I turned my attention to the floor. It had been so long since anyone had made me feel beautiful, appreciated, valued, and all of the other wonderful emotions Hunter sent tumbling around in my stomach.

“I really appreciate you hanging out with Brady,” I told him, keeping my head bowed. “He loves spending time with you and it has helped me out tremendously. I wish I knew how to thank you.”

“I know a way.” Hunter pressed his cool hand to my cheek and turned my head so that I looked into his pretty gold eyes. “Go out with me.”

“I…it’s just not a good idea,” I said for probably the twentieth time.

“But why?” 

He looked so broken as I searched my brain for all of the reasons I’d told myself for years, but none of them seemed to fit Hunter. I had no valid excuse except, “I don’t have a babysitter.”

“Is that all?” he asked, his face brightening. “That’s not a problem; Brady is welcome to join us.”

“Really?” This man surprised me more every day.

“Of course. I enjoy spending time with him and I never want him to feel left out.”

The walls I’d built for so long crumbled around the edges. “I don’t know what to say.”

Hunter smiled sweetly and touched his forehead to mine. “Just say yes and make me the happiest man in the world.”

The corners of my mouth twitched up; I couldn’t help but smile around him. “Yes. I’d love to go out with you.”

He captured me in a tight hug and I melted into his embrace. His body was firm but welcoming, and his masculine scent drove me wild. I was in trouble; now that I’d experienced his touch, I didn’t think I could live without it. I could only hope that he didn’t let me down, but something deep inside told me that I didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

“May I take you guys out after your shift ends? You don’t think Brady will be sick of me by then, do you?”

“Definitely not,” I chuckled into his chest. “I don’t think that boy can get enough of you.” For that matter, neither could I, but I kept that tidbit to myself. The bell above the door jingled, signaling a customer, so I jumped away from Hunter, sighing at the loss of his warm presence. “I guess I’d better get back to work.”

“Just as well,” he shrugged with a wink. “I’ve got some monkey business to take care of.”

I snorted a laugh as I headed behind the counter to wait on my first customer. While I prepared the order, I looked over my shoulder to find the pair playing and giggling together, and my heart swelled a little more. Though I tried to fight it, I knew it already belonged to Hunter. I just prayed he took care of it.

Chapter Four

Hunter

“You’re all set, Mr. Monkey,” I told Brady’s toy gorilla as I clicked the seatbelt into its buckle. The boy insisted on bringing his new toy with us and asked that I make sure he was safe. Honestly, I had the easy part; I watched Lance install Brady’s car seat into the back of my SUV and it looked like a headache.

Lance offered to drive his car for our date, but I wanted to provide for him in any way I could. It was the only way I could soothe my lion half, which had been going crazy the past few days.

Since I had met my mate, my instincts had been riding me hard to take and claim what was mine. But that wasn’t what my sweet Lance needed. His heart was guarded and he didn’t give in easily. I had to earn the right to woo him, which made the reward even sweeter. I knew that I had his trust, which was an honor I doubted he gave to many.

I didn’t know the exact reasons for his cautiousness, but I hoped that he would tell me when he felt comfortable. Until then, I would give him space and enjoy our time together.

Having Mr. Monkey secure, I closed the door and opened Lance's for him, receiving a smile as he climbed inside and buckled in. Then I jogged around to the driver's side and started the engine.

"Where are we going?" Brady asked as soon as I pulled out onto the main road.

"I've got a surprise in mind that I think you'll really like," I replied, and he clapped his delight.

I hoped he and Lance liked my pick; I'd never visited the place personally, but had heard it advertised on the radio. It didn't take long to drive into town, and when I pulled into the parking lot of Air Time, a trampoline park, Brady clapped again.

"Oh, wow! I've seen this place in commercials!" he cheered. "I've wanted to come here! Come unbuckle me Daddy, please!"

Lance chuckled as he released his own seatbelt. He leaned over and said, "Thank you for this," before climbing out of the SUV to help his son.

We decided that Mr. Monkey was too big to join us and that he should stay in the car. Brady gave him a quick hug and promised to tell him all about the place when we got done.

We walked inside and the boy's jaw dropped at the sight of the dozens of trampolines that covered the floor and even sprawled part way up the walls. There was a pit filled with foam blocks, another one containing plastic balls, and several basketball hoops hanging on the walls.

"Oh…my…gosh," Brady breathed, his eyes zooming around the room to take it all in, "I want to do everything!"

"I've got to pay for our tickets first," Lance told him, and my lion half went crazy. Luckily I was able to clear my throat and keep a growl at bay.

"I'll get them," I insisted. Lance shook his head and opened his mouth to argue, but I gave him my best puppy dog expression and added, "Please." It wasn't a question, but an admission of what I desperately needed. It was my duty and honor to provide for him and Brady.

A smile tugged on his lips and he finally agreed with a, "Thank you," and I hurried up to the counter before he could change his mind.

Once I paid for our admission, the man behind the counter placed a wristband on each of us before we removed our shoes. Lance sighed in defeat when he saw that Brady was wearing mismatched socks, but I thought it was cute.

“What should we do first?” I asked Brady once we stored our shoes in a tiny locker.

“I want to jump!” To my surprise and delight, Brady grabbed my hand and dragged me across the room until we entered the trampoline area.

The entire floor was made up of bouncy mats in rectangle shapes, each of them outlined with different brightly colored padding for safety. Brady showed no fear as he marched onto one of the trampolines, pulling me right along with him.

The mat sagged beneath my weight until I bent my knees and jumped, sending both of us into the air as Brady squealed. He held my hand tighter but didn’t look worried as he chanted, “Higher! Higher!”

I jumped again and again, making us soar further into the air as the little boy giggled and cheered his excitement. He clutched his stomach and said that it was tumbling every time we bounced. But when I tried to slow down, he informed me that he liked the tumbling and asked to go higher still.

After several minutes of stomach-tumbling, hair-flopping jumps, I noticed that Brady’s cheeks were rosy and his breathing was heavy, so I did slow down so that he could take a break.

But, it didn’t last long; once Brady caught his breath, he exclaimed, “Watch how fast I can go!” before zooming off across the trampolines. He ran and jumped over each section of padding. His toe got caught on the edge of one and he tumbled onto his knees, but before I could run to check on him, he was on his feet again, proclaiming that he was fine and on his way across the floor once more.

I chuckled and turned to Lance, who was watching his son with a bright smile on his face. He was standing on a bright yellow strip of padding, where he’d spent the entire time thus far.

“Are you going to jump?” I asked hopefully, but Lance gave a look of uncertainty.

“I haven’t been on a trampoline since I was a kid. I remember falling off once and having the breath knocked out of me. I’m bigger and clumsier now, so I’d probably end up breaking my neck.”

“I won’t let that happen, sweets,” I assured, walking to the edge of the mat and then onto the padding next to him. I wanted him to have a good time, so I extended my hand and asked, “Jump with me? I promise I won’t let you fall.”

Lance stared at my hand for a moment before slowly reaching for it and tangling our fingers together. My pulse skyrocketed and goosebumps popped up over my arms. A single, innocent touch from my mate was far better than anything I’d ever experienced.

I led him onto the mat, which once again dipped beneath us. Lance gripped me tightly, holding his other arm out for balance. “Woah, this feels weird.”

“It takes a minute to get used to,” I admitted, “But I’ve got you.”

Lance flashed a smile before turning his attention away from me to find Brady, who was still running amok around the room. He chuckled at his son before looking back at me and offering his other hand, which I quickly grabbed. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I jumped lightly, so that our feet only rose a few inches from the trampoline. I watched Lance’s expression closely for any signs of discomfort or fear, but I was pleased when a smile stretched across his lips.

“This isn’t so bad,” he said when I bounced us a little higher. “It’s actually pretty fun.”

“Then you’re going to love this!” I slammed my feet into the mat, causing us to leap high into the air. Lance’s hands clenched onto mine as his eyes widened. I worried for a moment that I’d gone too far; that I’d scared him, but my fears subsided when he laughed out loud, his eyes twinkling.

We bounced together, holding onto one another tightly as we laughed and cheered. The longer we jumped, the braver Lance became; he kicked his legs out to the side and landed on his knees, then his bottom. We were acting well below our ages, but that was the point of this place; to let loose and have fun.

When I noticed that Lance’s cheeks were the same shade of red that Brady’s were earlier, I slowed our feet to a stop and asked, “Would you like to sit down with me for a few minutes?”

“You read my mind,” he answered through labored breaths. Before we left the mats, Lance found his son again, who was literally bouncing off the walls, and chuckled. “I wish I had some of his energy.”

I led him to a nearby bench, where we could still clearly see Brady as he played, but could also have a little privacy and time to ourselves. “How are you not out of breath?” Lance asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

Things were going so well that I didn’t want to press my luck with the ‘shifter stamina’ discussion, so I kept things simple by answering, “I keep very active.”

He nodded while his eyes scanned over my body. “I can tell.” I gave him a wicked smile and Lance’s cheeks reddened even more than before. He cleared his throat before changing the subject, “I meant to ask you; what is it that you do for a living?” We had conversations in passing at the cafe, but most of the time, I was playing with Brady, so it hadn’t come up. “I’ve been wondering what job allows you to spend so much time at the cafe.” His eyes widened. “You’re not taking time off of work, are you?”

“No, nothing like that,” I answered, and he breathed in relief. Nothing came before my mate; my job, my friends, my very life, and I would cancel anything to be with him, but my career gave me ample free time. “My friends and I own a nightclub in town. It’s called Pride Place.”

“I’ve heard of it.” Lance looked down at his legs and absentmindedly picked at his jeans. “So is that where you spend your nights? I’m sure the guys there would love you; you could have your pick.”

A mixture of emotions swirled inside me. The thought of being with another man made me sick to my stomach. Lance’s insinuation hurt my feelings, but I also couldn’t deny that I got a little pleasure from his jealousy. But I needed to clear things up right away.

I cupped his cheek in my hand and gently turned his head until he looked at me. “You’re my pick,” I told him seriously. He gazed at me with both hope and uncertainty. “Since I met you, you’ve held all of my interest and desire. I spend my days with you and Brady, and spend my nights counting down the moments until I see you both again.”

Lance gave me a beautiful smile before looking out into the distance, watching Brady do belly flops onto the trampolines. “He really likes you.”

“I really like him too.”

When Lance looked back at me, his smile had disappeared. “I really appreciate you watching over him and playing with him while I work, but it’s not all fun and games. Sometimes kids are little shits; they push your buttons, test your limits, and drive you crazy.”

He sighed and continued, “It’s a lot to handle, and I understand if it’s too much for you. But please; if it is, tell me now. Please don’t let Brady get even more attached to you. I can’t see him get hurt.” He hugged himself around the middle and added, “I don’t want to get hurt either.”

I suddenly understood why it took so long for Lance to agree to go out with me. Someone had treated my mate horribly, and made him afraid to reach out or trust anyone. While I wanted to know all about his pain, I first needed to calm his fears.

Growing up as the son of the Alpha, I was heavily involved with our pride. I was charged with guiding the cubs and teaching them about our people and expectations. Of course, once he found out about my sexual orientation, my father shunned and exiled me, but that could never take away the positive memories I kept close.

“Lance, I grew up around a lot of kids. I helped raise a lot of kids. Not mine,” I added quickly when his eyes grew wider. “I grew up in a tight-knit community and I was always the big brother to the young ones, even if we weren’t related. I played games with them, but I also helped teach them, and even discipline them when needed. I know what goes into raising a child.”

“And you’re okay with it?” he asked nervously. “Because Brady is only four; it’ll be a long time before he’s out of the house. Not that we’ll be together that long! I mean, that’s what I want…a long term relationship, that is…but not with you. Well, yes, with you, but…I’m not demanding a commitment right now or anything. You know…no pressure..but a little pressure.” He sighed and closed his eyes.

He was adorable when he got flustered. I cupped his cheek again and ran my thumb along his flushed skin. “I understand what you mean. You don’t want to get involved with someone who isn’t looking toward the future. You want a man who will be a solid presence in your life and Brady’s.”

“Yes,” he whispered as he opened his eyes, appearing grateful. "He's old enough to remember who comes in and out of his life now. I don't want to make a connection with someone who isn't going to stick around."

I couldn't fight my curiosity any longer. If Lance didn't want to answer, I wouldn't push, but I had to at least ask, "Has that happened before?"

He sighed before looking in Brady's direction again. He was still on the far side of the room. "It's important for you to know what happened, but I don't want Brady to know any of this. He was too young to remember anything and I don't want him to get his feelings hurt."

I nodded my understanding. "I will never betray your trust." And I would never hurt Brady.

"I was with a man named David for three years, and I really thought that we'd be together for life." My stomach squeezed at his words, but I kept my face neutral. "But I should have known better.”

“What do you mean?”

“David was closeted. He didn’t want his family or friends knowing anything about our relationship. I didn’t push; everyone has their own comfort level and should be able to come out on their own time. I thought that if I loved him enough and we just focused on our relationship, everything would be fine.”

“I always knew that I wanted kids, and David said that he did too. I was the one who initially looked into adopting a baby, and David seemed onboard at first. We filled out paperwork together, pooled our finances, and attended the mandatory counseling and classes.”

“Everything was going great. I thought that we could build our own family, and when I first laid eyes on Brady when he was just two days old, I fell in love. I knew that I was looking at my future. I thought that David felt the same way. He even suggested that his parents may accept his identity easier if they had a grandkid to look forward to.”

“But they didn’t?” I assumed, but Lance huffed a humorless laugh.

“Things never got that far. A month after we brought Brady home, David became very distant around both of us. He took less and less interest in Brady, and would barely even speak to me. He stayed out late and some nights never came home at all. And then one day, he came home and said that it was over.”

Fury at David and sympathy for Lance warred inside me. “Did he say why?”

“It just wasn’t the life he wanted,” Lance shrugged. “He said that it was too much too soon, and that he’d made a mistake. He ended up signing away all of his parental rights to Brady, making it like he was never involved at all. David kicked me out of the home we shared. I had no savings because we used it all for the adoption, and I had quit my job; I was going to stay home with Brady while David provided the income. I had my whole world pulled out from under me. He erased any memory of us from his life and I’ve never heard from him again.”

“I immediately went out looking for work, and was blessed to find Josie. She gave me a position at the cafe and a place to stay. I don’t know how I would have made it without her.”

“I’m so sorry,” I offered, though it seemed so inadequate for what he’d lived through. I tentatively placed my hand on Lance’s knee, and he didn’t push me away. He placed his hand on top of mine and gave me a small smile.

“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through, but I’m glad it worked out the way that it did. Brady will have no memories of David and will never know that he was abandoned or unwanted. All he knows is that his daddy loves him and is always there for him.”

“And he is so lucky to have you,” I insisted with a gentle squeeze to his knee.

“I’m lucky to have him too. I don’t know how I’d make it without that little boy. He’s everything to me, so you understand why I have to always look out for him.”

“Of course I do, but there’s something you need to understand too.” Lance raised his eyebrows in question and I explained, “When I saw you for the first time, I felt a connection to you that I can’t explain. My heart and soul whispered, ‘He’s the one’, and I had to get closer to you. And then when I found out you had a son, it made everything even better. I’ve always wanted children and I can’t imagine a better kid than Brady. I want to get closer to him too, provide for both of you, and make you so happy. I know I’ll need to earn your trust, but I won’t run. I’m here to stay.”

Lance’s pretty blue eyes were misty as they looked into mine. They held only a sliver of uncertainty, yet were overflowing with hope. Our mate bond would be working hard to convince him that I was different; that I was his forever, but his human nature and bad past experiences were surely putting up a fight.

“Daddy, I’m thirsty,” a small voice said, capturing Lance’s and my attention. Brady stood in front of us, his face red again and covered with a thin layer of sweat.

“I’ll get us all something to drink,” I offered. “Are you getting hungry too?” Brady nodded so hard that his sweaty hair flopped against his forehead. “Do you like hot dogs? They sell them here.”

“I love hot dogs! They’re like my favorite food ever!”

I smiled at his excitement before turning to Lance. “Are you okay with hot dogs? I’d like to take you somewhere fancier, but I want Brady to be able to play as long as he likes.”

“I don’t need fancy,” he answered, his eyes still glassy and twinkling. “Hot dgs sound perfect.”

We munched on hot dogs, nachos, and slushies until we were stuffed and couldn’t eat another bite. Brady wasn’t happy when Lance told him that he needed to let his dinner settle for a while before he jumped on the trampolines again, but I was able to keep the kid entertained with one of his favorite games we played; guessing which hand a quarter was hiding in.

I told him to keep all of the coins he found, and then I took him to the front of the building, where there was a line of quarter-operated toy machines. Brady used his coins to buy a Yo-Yo, which he played with until his dad told him that he could bounce again.

All three of us walked onto a mat together. Lance and I jumped near Brady, sending the boy high into the air as he squealed his enjoyment and asked for more. We bounced him as high as we could, keeping a watchful eye to make sure that he didn't get too close to the edge.

Once Brady had his fill of the trampolines, he decided that he wanted to try out the foam pits. His exploration began with him sitting on the padding and feeling the soft blocks with his feet. After he tested them out, Brady jumped from the edge into the pit, nearly disappearing from sight.

Once his bravery grew, jumping in wasn't enough for him, so Brady asked me to toss him into the foam blocks. So, I picked him up around the middle, spun him around, and threw him into the soft pit while he cheered. Lance watched while shaking his head, claiming that his young son was more daring than he could ever be.

By the time we had jumped onto, into, and off of everything available, Brady looked like he was about to fall over from exhaustion. I was tired too, even with my shifter endurance, so I could only imagine how the young boy felt.

Lance and I each held one of Brady’s hands as he staggered through the parking lot toward my SUV. And by the time he was buckled in and we had traveled just a few blocks down the road, his quiet snores filled the air.

When we reached the cafe once more, I unbuckled Brady and held him while Lance removed the car seat from my SUV, securing it back into his car. I handed over his sleeping son and grabbed the giant stuffed gorilla out of the backseat before we climbed the outdoor stairs that led to their apartment.

Lance unlocked his front door and turned around to face me. “Thank you again for tonight. I can’t remember the last time I saw Brady so happy.”

“I’m glad he enjoyed himself. I had a great time too.”

“So did I.” He tucked his lip between his teeth as he shifted Brady in his arms. “As much fun as it was, I was wondering…would you want to have some…adult fun?” I gave him a salacious smile and flicked my eyebrows. “Not like that!” he chuckled, playfully swatting my shoulder. “I meant that maybe just the two of us could go on a date once Hope is feeling better.”

I needed alone time with Lance like I needed oxygen, but I couldn’t wait for his babysitter’s illness to fade. My lion half had already expended all of its patience. “May I take you out tomorrow? My friends would be happy to keep an eye on Brady for us.”

Lance chewed on his lip again. “I’m not sure…”

“You’ve already met Brandon and Talon,” I pointed out. “And there are five other guys to keep him entertained. Plus, my friends Cedric and Asher are getting ready to have a child of their own; they’re in parental mode and it’ll be great practice for them.”

Lance looked as if he was just about to agree, so I hit him with the big guns. “I will take you on a hike and show you Locust Falls. We can pack a picnic and enjoy a meal in the woods together.”

“That sounds amazing,” he smiled, and I did a mental happy dance. “And you’re sure your friends won’t mind?”

“I’m positive.” My pride would do anything to help my relationship with my mate. “So we’ll head to my place after your shift, then?”

“That sounds great. Unless…well, you’ve been watching Brady so much and spending lots of time with me too. What if you get sick of me?” He tried to play it off as a joke, but I didn’t miss the worry in his eyes and voice.

“Lance, I could never get tired of you.” I reached my hand up and combed my fingers through his soft, curly hair. I eased his locks behind his ear and caressed his bearded cheek. “I treasure every moment I get to spend with you, and I constantly crave more. I can’t get enough of your beautiful face or sweet heart. You mean more to me than you could know.”

His gorgeous blue eyes were full of wonder and need as they stared deep into mine. And then they slowly tracked down my face until they landed on my mouth. Lance’s tongue peeked out and wet his own lips in anticipation.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and gently pulled him closer to me. His lips parted and his breath fanned against my skin as we neared one another. My mouth already tingled even though we weren’t yet touching. My eyes slid shut, preparing for the most important kiss of my life.

“Daddy?”

I jolted at the sound and opened my eyes to find Brady rubbing his own, leaning away from his dad’s shoulder.

Lance blinked repeatedly until he came back to his senses, and looked at his son to stammer, “Y-yeah, buddy?”

“I want to sleep with Mr. Monkey tonight.”

Lance chuckled and nodded. “You got it.”

“Did Hunter go home?”

“Not yet, bud,” I answered, patting the boy’s back. “But I’m getting ready to. Goodnight and I hope you have good dreams.”

Brady shifted in his dad’s arms to give me an awkward hug. “You too. Thanks for jumping with me.” With that, he nuzzled his face back into Lance’s neck.

The moment had changed, and I didn’t want to cross any boundaries that Lance may have with his son seeing affection between us, but I needed to touch him before I left. I was so close, and I would go crazy without it.

So I leaned in close and pressed my lips to his forehead in a sweet, gentle kiss. I inhaled the sugared spice scent of his hair, enticing my nerves and drawing my blood south. I craved him in every way, but I was grateful for any contact with him, and knew that it was time to end the evening.

I pulled away and smiled when I found his eyes closed, and a blissful expression on his face. A simple, chaste kiss had deeply affected him. It was the way with mates.

“Goodnight,” I told him softly, and his eyes opened slowly until they twinkled up at me.

“Goodnight,” he whispered back.

I settled Brady’s toy at their feet and it took all of my will power to turn away from the pair. As I took each step back to my vehicle, I was already counting down the moments until I would see them again.

Chapter Five

Lance

“This area is even more beautiful than I imagined,” I said as Hunter drove us down a gorgeous wooded path toward his home. “What do you think, buddy?” I looked over my shoulder at Brady, whose gaze was glued out the window.

“I love the trees,” he gushed. “They’re so pretty.” 

They were; each of them were painted in autumn colors of red, orange, and brown, with evergreen pines sprinkled in, surrounding us in picturesque beauty. I couldn’t wait to see Hunter’s place; he’d told me about the lodge he shared with his friends, but I was excited to see it with my own eyes.

I was also excited to be introduced to the rest of Hunter’s friends. It meant a lot to me; my most recent and, well, only relationship of my adult life had been shrouded in secrecy. I was kept from David’s family, friends…everyone. But Hunter seemed proud to show off not only me, but Brady as well.

Their relationship grew stronger every day. My son couldn’t wait to spend time with Hunter during my shifts at the coffee house, and then he constantly talked about him when they were apart.

I must admit that at first, I worried that Hunter could possibly be feigning interest in Brady or even using him to get closer to me, but I was ashamed of that now. Hunter had an obvious connection with Brady. He cared about him and enjoyed their time together. I was blessed to find a man like him.

I’d only known Hunter for about a week, but I couldn’t deny the strength of my feelings for him. And it wasn’t just because of the way he treated my son, but the way he treated me and made me feel. Instead of hiding me away or being ashamed, he cherished me and respected me. He had my heart, and I wasn’t afraid. I trusted him not to break it.

“Here we are,” Hunter said as he pulled into a clearing in the woods. In the center of a tree-less circle sat a large wooden lodge with steep eaves and a covered porch. “What do you think?”

“It’s incredible.”

“It’s huge!” Brady exclaimed from the backseat. “We could fit a hundred of our apartments in there!”

Hunter laughed as he parked and shut off the engine. He climbed out of the vehicle and helped Brady out of his seat as I joined them. “I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone.” He held out his hand for Brady to clasp, and then he led us up onto the porch.

When Hunter threw open the front door, we were met by a couple of familiar faces; Talon and Brandon waited just inside the entrance, smiling down at my boy.

“Hey Brady,” Talon greeted, and my son let go of Hunter’s hand to run toward the pair.

He gave each of them a tight hug and told them, “I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too,” Brandon replied. “We’ve been looking forward to hanging out today. Do you like comic books?”

Brady nodded his head. “I love them!”

“Nice! I’ve got a bunch to show you later. Right now, do you want to go meet our friends?”

“Yep, let’s go!” Brady insisted before heading into another room with the pair. He was totally comfortable around them, and it warmed my heart that they were so accepting of him as well.

We stepped into an open living room, which held a couch along each wall. Sitting scattered across them were four men, each of them large and intimidating in stature, but smiling kindly.

“Everyone, this is Lance and Brady,” Hunter introduced, and the men all waved. “Guys, this is Grady,” he said, motioning toward a black man wearing a newsboy cap.

Grady stood up, and I was surprised at his size. He had to be well over six feet tall, but he gave the two of us a dazzling smile, giving him the look of a gentle giant.

“Welcome to our home,” he greeted when he stood in front of me, and I shook his extended hand.

“It’s lovely. Thank you for having us.”

Grady bowed his head before letting me loose and stepping in front of Brady. He lowered down onto one knee so that he was at my son’s level. “It’s very nice to meet you, Brady.”

“Our names sound alike,” Brady said, making Grady smile brighter.

“They do. You’re a very smart boy.”

“Thanks,” my son beamed. Grady chuckled and ruffled his hair before standing upright again and stepping aside so that Hunter could continue with the introductions.

“That is Felix and his brother Enzo,” he said, pointing to two men who were obviously twins. But they weren't exactly identical; Felix has a slightly broader build while Enzo's beard was fuller and his eyes were more intense. But both men looked friendly as they smiled and waved.

"And this is Asher," Hunter said, motioning toward a man with a soft body, beard, and tattoos. He looked around and asked, "Where's Cedric?"

"His back was hurting so I put him in a hot bath," Asher replied.

"I hope he feels better soon," I offered, and Asher smiled.

"Thank you. I think it's stress from the baby coming soon."

"Hunter told me that you two are getting a baby. Do you know a date yet?" The adoption process could take a while and I wasn't sure how far along they were in the process.

"We've only got about six weeks left. I'm excited but nervous too."

"You'll be great," I assured him. "And once you have that sweet little person in your arms, everything will make sense." I looked over at Brady, who was still standing with Talon and Brandon, rifling through a box of comics. "They complete your world." Hunter put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. The simple gesture in front of his friends meant so much.

"Are you getting hungry?" he asked in my ear. "I can pack a picnic for us."

"Oh, Cedric already took care of that for you," Asher responded. "There's a basket in the kitchen."

I put my hand on my chest, touched by his kindness. "That was so sweet of him."

"That's my Cedric," Asher said proudly.

"I'm getting hungry too," Brady announced as he tossed a comic book back into the box.

Grady slapped his knee and said, "I'm not a great chef like Cedric, but I can make a pretty good grilled cheese sandwich."

"I love grilled cheese!" Brady cheered.

"And I can get a bag of chips out of the cabinet," Felix shrugged.

His brother huffed. "What would we do without you?" Felix narrowed his eyes at Enzo, but didn't say anything; probably because Hunter cleared his throat loudly. I got the feeling that the duo bickered a lot, and I kinda wanted to see it in full splendor.

"Let's get this little guy fed," Brandon suggested, and the guys all nodded their agreement before standing up and heading into the kitchen. It warmed my heart that little Brady had a whole team of men to look after him.

I gave my son a hug as Hunter grabbed the picnic basket from the table, and we stepped out into the crisp air of the afternoon.

I smiled when Hunter tangled his fingers with mine and led me down the porch steps and onto a dirt path between the trees.

"How much of this land do you own?" I asked curiously. I knew that most of the forest was inaccessible to the public, but I wasn't sure how property lines were drawn.

"My friends and I own a thousand acres. Our land stretches from the main road, past the falls, and far beyond the lodge."

"That's an impressive amount of land."

"We like to have room to run," he told me with a wink.

"If you don't mind me asking, did you inherit the land or something?"

"Ask anything you like, but no, we bought all of the land over time. We started out with nothing, but we worked hard, saved our money, and bought and sold several businesses until we were able to make our dreams come true."

"I'm so proud of you," I told him honestly. It took hard work and dedication to do what he'd done.

"That makes everything worth it," he replied with a squeeze to my hand.

We walked further into the forest, surrounded by beautiful colors and the sounds of nature. Before long, I picked up another noise; churning water in the distance. As we moved forward, the sound grew louder, the terrain beneath our feet became rockier, and a cool mist clung to the breeze.

"I've been so excited to show you this," Hunter said as we turned a corner. My jaw dropped at the magnificent sight of water cascading over a rocky cliff side into a clear pool. It churned and twisted into a creek that ran so far into the distance that it disappeared.

"It's incredible." And definitely worth the wait.

"Would you like to eat here?" Hunter asked, pointing to a flat rock before us. "Or is it too chilly?"

"No, it's great, and the view can't be beat."

He helped me onto the ground before settling down beside me and opening the basket. "Let's see what Cedric packed for us." Hunter pulled out two sandwiches wrapped in plastic, two cans of soda, a bag of chocolate chip cookies, and a container of strawberries.

"Oh wow, he took good care of us, didn't he?"

"Definitely. I think the other guys and I would starve to death without him."

I chuckled as he handed me one of the sandwiches. I unwrapped it and bit into a delicious blend of roast beef and Swiss cheese. "How long have you all lived together?"

"Talon and I grew up together," he answered through bites of his own. "We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. Grady, Felix, Enzo, and Cedric joined us over the years. We all have similar stories; our families disowned us either because of our sexuality or because they didn't agree with our life choices. We were turned away and shunned, but we found a new family in each other."

"That's beautiful." Having adopted Brady, I knew without a doubt that blood didn't make a family; love did.

"And then Talon met Brandon, and Cedric found Asher, and they joined our crazy little group. It feels like we were all destined to be together. I know that Fate gives us a soulmate, but I believe that She also surrounds us with friends and family who make our lives complete."

I finished my sandwich and took a long drink of soda as I pondered his words. He seemed sure of himself, but I still asked, "Do you really believe in soulmates?"

"Of course I do," he answered without even taking a moment to think. "I believe that we each have a person who is our perfect match in every way; the other half of our heart and soul. They make us happy and give our life meaning."

"That's a lot of pressure," I teased, though I was nervous. If that's what Hunter was looking for, I wasn't sure I fit the bill. "I'm just a single dad working at a coffee shop," I thought out loud. How could I be someone's soulmate?

Hunter set his drink on the rock and took my hand in his. His golden eyes looked sternly but adoringly into mine. "You're a single dad who works hard to take care of his son. You put Brady's needs and happiness before your own, and I admire you so much for that. But you are more than 'just' a dad; you are a sweet, sexy man who drives me wild. You're the man who makes my pulse race and my knees weak." His thumb caressed my knuckles when he ended in a whisper, "You're the man I love."

My pulse raced as his words washed over me. Even though he didn't appear uncertain, my shock won out to question, "Me? Are you sure?"

He let go of my hand to gently place his palm on my cheek. His fingertips brushed my curly hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my back. "I've never been more sure of anything."

"When we first met, even though I tried to push you away, I didn't want to," I admitted. "I wanted you to fight for me, and I'm so glad you did. Because I got to witness the care you have for my son, and learn how a man should treat us. You're an amazing man and I…I love you too."

Hunter's hand wrapped around the back of my head to haul me forward until our lips touched. I missed out on kissing him the night before, but it was so worth the wait.

He covered my lips with soft pecks as he combed his fingers through my hair, taking his time to make me feel special, and showing me care like I'd never experienced.

Hunter dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, and I was quick to open my mouth, inviting him inside. His tongue slipped between my teeth and glided across my taste buds, painting my flesh with the subtle flavor of cola.

He kissed me slowly and deeply, tickling the roof of my mouth with his tongue and massaging my neck with his strong hands. We explored and tasted one another until we were breathless.

When our lips parted, I rested my head on Hunter's shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt safe and protected in his hold, like he would fight off the world for me.

We stayed wrapped up in each other, watching the water fall over the rock's edge and swirl downstream. We fed each other cookies and strawberries as we cuddled until the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon hung high.

"I could sit out here all night with you," I told Hunter, "But I should probably give the guys a break from watching Brady.

“I’m sure they’re enjoying their time with him, but I do miss the little guy. We can head back anytime you want.” He kissed the top of my head before looking at me beneath an arched eyebrow. “But I’d love for you to stay with me tonight. We have an extra room for Brady.”

He hadn’t said anything provocative, but I knew - or hoped - what he was suggesting, and it was enough to set my blood on fire. I swallowed thickly and answered without hesitation, “I’d love to.”

Chapter Six

Lance

I heard Brady’s squeals of delight when we reached the porch of the lodge. “It sounds like they’re having a great time,” Hunter chuckled as he opened the front door. I appreciated that all of Hunter’s friends had pitched in to give my son a great day, and the two of us some time alone.

We strolled through the front door and into the living room, and my heart dropped into my stomach as panic seized my chest at what I saw. My brain was struggling to process what my eyes were witnessing; my four year old son was sitting on the back of a huge, man-eating lion.

“Brady!” I bolted across the room and snatched my boy off of the beast before hustling back to Hunter, who was…just standing there. Why isn’t he freaking the hell out? I assumed that he was in shock, so I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him toward the door.

“Daddy, why did you stop my ride?” Brady huffed in my arms. “I was having fun.”

“Fun? Fun?” It was then I realized that not only had Hunter not moved, but his friends Felix, Enzo, Brandon, and Grady were sitting on couches, looking relaxed, like having a wild animal in their living room wasn’t the craziest fucking thing in the world. “What is wrong with you people? You own a lion?”

Enzo and Felix snorted with laughter, and I turned angry eyes upon them. “You think this is funny? I don’t care if it’s your pet, or you think it’s trained; wild animals can turn deadly in the blink of an eye! You let my son around an animal that could have eaten him! Do you understand how dangerous that was?”

“Talon wouldn’t eat me,” Brady insisted. “He’s my friend.”

His words bewildered me, but before I could say a word, Hunter slipped his hand out of my hold and marched up to the lion. “What are you doing? I told you to be on your best behavior! What part of this seems like good behavior?”

Brandon stepped forward with his hands in front of his chest. “Okay, this is admittedly not our best idea, but we had a long talk with Brady about shifters and he asked to see a lion. Then the ride just kind of…” He shrugged. “Happened.”

“Why would you talk to him about shifters without asking me first?” Hunter retorted angrily. “I haven’t even told Lance yet!”

“I’m sorry,” Grady offered as his eyes widened. “We thought you had since Lance mentioned that Cedric was expecting a baby. Please forgive us; we were just trying to help.”

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” I snapped, wondering what the hell a shifter was, why no one was concerned about the lion in the living room, and how that lion seemed to be following the conversation.

Before anyone answered me, a new voice from behind me asked, “Is everything okay? I heard yelling.”

I turned toward the sound and my knees buckled at what I saw; Asher had entered the room and was holding hands with a man I hadn’t met yet, but knew to be Cedric. It wasn’t Cedric’s bubble-gum pink hair that surprised me; it was his huge, round belly peeking out of a crop top that read “Baby on Board”. He’s pregnant? But how?

I stumbled backward, luckily landing in a chair instead of slamming my ass onto the floor. But the chair wasn’t there a moment before. I looked around and realized that Hunter had grabbed it and moved it behind me as I was falling. He had moved a recliner. By himself. In an instant.

“Who…what are you people?” I asked weakly.

Brady gave me a smile and explained, “They’re lion people, Daddy.”

That explained nothing, and the confusion swirling in my head was also causing pain, so I rubbed at my temples to try and dull it away.

Cedric stepped closer, but instead of speaking to me, he placed his hand on Brady’s shoulder and suggested, “I think Hunter and your dad need to talk. Why don’t we go see if there’s any ice cream in the kitchen?”

“Yay, ice cream!” Brady slid off of my lap and took Cedric’s hand before they disappeared into the kitchen with Asher. Even though I was unsure of my surroundings, my gut instinct still told me that my son was safe.

Hunter turned toward the lion and said, “Can you please shift? I think my mate would be more comfortable.”

The lion actually nodded its head before Brandon said, “I’ll cover you.” He stood in front of the animal and soon, popping and crunching sounds filled the room. The beast’s fur retracted until tanned flesh took its place, and its snout reformed into a human face; a face I recognized.

“Talon?” I asked in shock as the blood drained from my face. His partner blocked his body from view until Talon stepped into a pair of jeans, and then the two of them sat on a sofa together. I gave Hunter a pleading look and said weakly, “I don’t understand.”

He sighed and kneeled on the floor in front of me. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out. I should have explained everything earlier, but I was enjoying our time together. I wanted to hold you and profess my love without any stress on you. I promise I was going to tell you everything tonight.”

“Tell me what? Hunter, I just saw a lion morph into a man in a massive mindfuck. Please just explain it to me now.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Talon, Felix, Enzo, Grady, Cedric, and I are creatures called lion shifters. We can shift from our human forms into animal forms and back as we please. But no matter what form we are in, we are still ourselves and in total control. We’re not wild beasts and you have nothing to fear.”

“Lion people,” I repeated Brady’s words, struggling with how easily he accepted what these men had told him. “How is this possible? Why have I never heard of you?”

“Our people were created by the gods many centuries ago. We were placed on the Earth to protect their favorite, yet most fragile creation; humans. Shifters are stronger, faster, and more resilient than humans could ever be, so we were placed on this planet to keep them safe. We even fought their wars.”

“But over time, humans created weapons and medicines, and were better able to fend for themselves. They no longer needed our help, and became scared of our strength. They rose against us and hunted us. The shifters who survived went into hiding, and we keep our identity a secret. Our kind has been all but forgotten, and it’s for the best.”

“That’s horrible,” I replied, sickened that humans could turn their backs on people who had helped them so much, just because they were different. “I’m so sorry.” Hunter smiled and lifted my hand to kiss my knuckles. “Wait; you didn’t say all of your friends are shifters. What about Brandon and Asher?”

“We’re human, like you,” Brandon answered from across the room. I had forgotten that he was even there. “I’m mated to Talon, and Asher is mated to Cedric.”

“Soulmates,” I gathered, based on what Hunter was talking about earlier.

"Exactly," Hunter said before kissing my knuckles again. "Fate grants every shifter a human soulmate as a thanks for their dedication and protection of mankind. They are our perfect match in every way, and ours to protect, provide for, and love. We know them by scent and instinct; the first moment that I saw you in that coffee shop, I knew that we were destined to be together forever. And I mean forever."

I furrowed my brows in confusion and Hunter explained, “Shifters are immortal beings, and once we bond with our mate, they inherit our immortality, because our souls cannot be apart from each other.”

“You…live forever?”

“I don’t get sick, and the only injury I can’t survive is decapitation; everything else will heal,” Hunter replied with a smile. “Your aging will slow and stop, and your body will become stronger and more resilient. I will live forever, and so will you.” His grin slowly faded as I shook my head side to side.

It was a gift that many would be grateful for, but it wasn’t for me. “I can’t do it,” I told him as tears filled my eyes. “I don’t want to live forever. I can’t watch Brady age and pass on knowing that I will never die.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Grady’s deep voice offered from across the room, grabbing my attention. “Fate would never tear apart a family in such a way.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, confused but hopeful.

“It means,” Hunter replied with a gentle squeeze to my hand, “That little Brady will meet his own shifter mate one day.”

My eyesight blurred as even more tears rushed to the surface. “So…I would live forever with you and Brady?” Hunter nodded as his smile returned. “No sickness? No old age?”

“Just an eternity of happiness,” he whispered, and I lunged forward to wrap him in a tight hug. He embraced me just as tightly, brushing his hands up and down my back.

“Oh, I’m glad everything worked out,” sounded to my left, and when I looked up, I found Cedric smiling down at the pair of us.

I chuckled at the sight of Brady walking in front of him, wearing chocolate smears on both cheeks. “I see you found some ice cream?” I needlessly asked, and my son nodded.

“Cedric gave me extra chocolate syrup! It was so yummy!” I chuckled again at his excitement.

Asher helped Cedric sit down onto a nearby couch, and without hesitation, Brady climbed up onto the tattooed man’s lap, making himself at home. I could take a page out of my young son’s book; he didn’t care about the guys’ size, appearance, or even the animals they became. He wasn’t afraid because they treated him kindly. That’s all that mattered to him.

“May I ask you something?” I questioned Cedric, who nodded with a bright grin. “How are you…?” I pointed at his stomach, unable to find the right words.

“I’m an omega,” he explained. “It means that I am not as big and strong as other shifters, but I have the ability to carry a child.”

It wasn’t even the craziest thing I’d heard that day. All I knew to do was nod in understanding and tell him, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you,” he and Asher both replied.

“Okay, I have to know,” I said, looking between Asher and Brandon, “Please tell me that I wasn’t the only one who freaked out at the lion thing.”

Brandon was first to answer, “I thought Talon was eaten by his lion and I threw a rock at his head.”

“I passed out from shock,” Asher admitted. “Of course, I did have a whole pride of lions attacking my truck.”

I scooted back in my seat, getting comfortable. “I need to hear these stories.”

The two men obliged, telling me everything about how they’d met their mates, and how things went down when they saw their lions for the first time. Grady wore a wistful smile as he listened, and even Enzo and Felix, as rowdy as they seemed, had a longing look in their eyes. I hoped that all of them found their mates soon.

The pride told me more of their history, from how Hunter had been exiled by his own father, and the way all of their families had turned them away for one reason or another. The stories broke my heart, but it was mended by the fact that they had each other to lean on. They’d made their own family, and I could feel the brotherly love between them.

By the time our conversations slowed, Brady was sound asleep on Asher’s lap, with his head resting on the man’s soft chest.

“Where is the extra room for Brady?” I asked Hunter. “I’ll go put him down for the night.”

“Do you mind if I do it?” Asher asked as he stood up, carefully cradling my boy. “I’d love the practice.”

I nodded and Cedric sighed as he looked at his man adoringly. “You’re going to be the best father.”

“So are you, sweet cheeks,” Asher told him before leaning in for a kiss. He then landed a slap on Cedric’s ass and added, “Let’s get Brady down and then I’ll remind you who the best Daddy is.”

“Mmm, yes please.”

I blinked in surprise as they left the room, but none of their other friends seemed fazed by the interaction. Apparently I still had some things to learn about the pride. But it was okay; I had forever to do so.

“Would you like me to show you to our room?” Hunter asked me, his eyes dancing with heat and need.

I smirked and replied, “Mmm, yes please.”

Chapter Seven

Hunter

My blood raced through my veins as I led Lance to my bedroom, but I tried to keep my excitement under wraps. He’d been fed so much information over the past couple of hours, and he may need time to process the incredible things he’d learned. I never wanted him to feel pressured to do anything. All I wanted was to be in his presence.

I closed the door and when I turned to tell Lance as much, he surprised me by launching himself into my arms and pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me hard and I gave myself over to the moment, not holding anything back.

I sank my fingers into his curly hair and my tongue into his mouth, licking against his cheeks and swallowing the moans he breathed into me. My other hand trailed down his back and gripped onto his thick, round ass cheek.

Lance’s fingers tucked beneath my shirt and pulled the fabric up my torso. I moved my hands long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head and off, and then he stepped back to sweep his gaze over my half-naked body.

"You are so damn gorgeous." Lance brushed his fingers over my muscle ridges and dips before gripping onto the waistband of my jeans. He made quick work of the button and zipper, and pushed the denim to the floor.

He licked his lips as he stared at the bulge in my boxer briefs. His gaze made me so hard that my flesh ached for his touch.

I shoved down the layer of thin cotton and when it hit the tops of my feet, Lance let out a long moan as he stared at my aching cock. I was admittedly impressive at eight thick, veiny, uncut inches, but I wasn't expecting Lance's exclamation of, "You're perfect."

I needed to see my mate's beautiful body as well, so I quickly stripped off his clothing, tossing it in every direction onto the floor. My lips parted as I examined every inch of him; his soft but fit frame, the patch of curly hair between his pecs, and his mouth-watering cock, which was about an inch shorter than mine, and cut with a pretty pink tip. "You're the perfect one, sweets," I insisted.

He lunged forward to kiss me again, and I shivered when the sensitive underside of my dick pressed against his. The simple touch set my blood alight and left me wanting more.

I gripped Lance by his hips and guided him to my bed. He scrambled backwards onto the mattress and waited for me, his eyes boring into me with heat I could almost feel.

I opened the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube before climbing onto the bed as well, hovering my body over his. I leaned in to take his lips with mine in a searing kiss. I sucked gently, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I slid my lips up and down the slippery length as Lance moaned and buried his fingertips into my flanks.

I released his tongue and asked, "You like that?" Even though I already knew the answer. Lance nodded, his pretty curls flopping. "I wonder where else you'd like to be sucked…"

I placed open-mouthed kisses down his neck, feeling his pulse against my lips. I wanted to sink my teeth inside and claim him as my own, but it wasn't time for that now. My Lance needed to be pleasured; loved.

And so, I sucked the side of his throat as his moan vibrated against my lips. I swallowed against him until a pretty purple love bite painted his skin. The only thing that could be prettier would be a pink mating scar. Soon.

I trailed kisses down his chest, stopping to pull the patch of hair with my teeth as Lance hissed between his. I wrapped my lips around his peaked nipple and sucked gently, while flicking the bead with the tip of my tongue. His hands gripped my skin again, this time so tightly that his nails pricked my skin. I loved the sting which faded too quickly as I healed.

"My sweets loves getting sucked," I whispered, and Lance shivered when my breath hit his wet flesh. "I bet I can guess your favorite place."

His breathing grew quicker and more shallow as my lips inched down his stomach. I lightly nibbled his skin, receiving a quiet gasp with each bite.

The gasps turned long and loud when I reached his cock and wrapped my lips around the tip. I tongued his slit, collecting tangy drops of pre-cum as they leaked from him. But my sweet mate wanted more; he lifted his hips from the mattress in a silent plea. I'd give him anything he needed.

I dropped my lips down his shaft until his tip brushed against the back of my throat. Lance grunted when I sucked him hard and pulled my mouth back toward his crown.

"Hunter, it feels so good," he whimpered, fueling my need to pleasure him. I bobbed my head quickly, deep throating him again and again as he chanted my name. His cock drooled in my mouth, and his fingers pulled my short hair, blanketing my scalp in a warm prickly sensation.

I sucked and swallowed, massaging him with my throat until he pulled harder. "Hunter, I'm close," he panted.

I pulled my lips free of his cock and Lance breathed a sigh of relief, but I wasn't done with him yet. I cupped my hands on the backs of his knees and pushed them up toward his chest, spreading his ass and exposing his pretty pucker.

He looked confused for a moment until I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue. He moaned and shuddered as I licked his hole, tasting his sweet musk.

I lapped at his wrinkled flesh as he writhed below me. Lance covered my hands with his and spread his legs even wider, opening himself in invitation. I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside him and licked as deeply as I could reach against his internal walls. Lance squeezed my hands and pushed his hips down, piercing my tongue further inside him.

"Your tongue is incredible," Hunter groaned, "But I need your cock. Please!"

I pulled my tongue free in a blink, and propped up onto my knees. I grabbed the bottle of lube that I'd abandoned at some point, and popped the cap before drenching my dick in the slick liquid.

I pressed my tip against his hole and looked him in the eyes. At his nod, I dropped my gaze and pushed my hips forward. I watched in awe as his flesh stretched to take in my girth. His hole thinned and spread until it gobbled me whole, taking in every thick inch.

I eased back and forth, letting him get used to my size. After a few strokes, his muscles relaxed and I moved easier within him, but his channel still hugged me like a glove.

Lance wrapped his thighs around my waist and pulled me deeper every time I thrust into him. He begged for me to go faster and harder, so I gave him everything he asked for.

I slammed inside him at a fevered pace. My balls bounced off of his ass cheeks, sending an electric current up my spine as they rolled and tightened.

Lance was close too, judging by the way he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked wildly. His eyes pinched shut and his jaw dropped open. He called out my name and his back arched off of the mattress. His body lurched and my sweet mate erupted, painting his abdomen in thick, white stripes of cum.

I breathed in deeply, inhaling his tangy essence, and it threw me over the edge. I buried myself in his warm body and roared as I planted my seed deep inside him.

Once we caught our breath, Lance gave me a dreamy smile. "You are amazing. I'm so glad we're mated."

"I'm blessed that you're mine, but we're not quite mated yet, sweets."

He cocked his head to the side. "Even though we…you know…" He looked down to where we were still connected. "Mated?"

I smiled at my adorable man. "Making love to you was the most incredible experience of my life, but in order to bind our souls together, I'll need to give you my mating bite on your throat. It will show all creatures that you are mine, and link us together for all time."

Lance stretched his neck to the side and asked, "Please; make me yours."

At his words, my fangs elongated in preparation as Lance's eyes widened, but he didn't appear afraid. I lowered my mouth to his throat and placed a gentle kiss on his skin before opening my mouth wide.

Lance flinched when I punctured his flesh with the tips of my fangs, but he moaned in pleasure as they slid deeper into his throat. I bit down until my teeth scraped against his collarbone before pulling back. My fangs popped out of his body, and I licked away the sweet drops of his blood lingering on his skin.

His broken flesh quickly knitted together until it formed a beautiful mating mark; my mating mark. This gorgeous, perfect man was mine.

I smiled when a faint, indigo-colored light ignited in Lance's chest. I told him, "That's called a spirit light.  When a shifter bonds with his mate, our bodies release lights that embody our core characteristics. We breathe each other in to intertwine our souls."

The indigo shine brightened and broke into smaller orbs which hung in the air between us. "Indigo stands for devotion, justice, and wisdom." As a great father, he held those values dear. I breathed in deeply, taking in the lights which warmed my chest before extinguishing.

When I breathed out, lighter blue lights danced in the air. "These stand for stability and loyalty. I promise that you and Brady will always have that in me."

Lance breathed in, and the flickering orbs entered his nostrils. They burned brightly inside him before dulling away.

"I'm honored to have you as a mate," I whispered. "I promise to fill your life with happiness and security. I will love you more every single day, and I will never leave your side."

"I love you too," he whispered back. "I never thought I'd be in a relationship again, but I was blessed to find my perfect match who will never hide me away or leave me behind. Brady and I are so lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one; you two give me purpose. I will do everything I can to help Brady grow and thrive. You guys are my everything."

A pearly grin took his lips. "And you're ours."

I kissed him softly and lowered myself on top of him until I felt his cool, tacky seed against my skin. "Let me get something to clean you up, sweets."

"Will you hold me for just a little while first?"

"Yes, my love. I want to hold you forever."

Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

Lance

"I'll grab the cake I made," Cedric said before struggling to stand up from his chair at the dining room table.

"I'll get it, sweet cheeks," Asher insisted before gently pushing his mate back into his chair. "You should rest."

"You didn't need to make a cake," I told him. "You've done so much already." I looked around the table at the whole pride. "You all have."

We were celebrating Brady's fifth birthday with a party thrown by our friends, who had become our family, at the lodge, which had become our home.

My son had been thoroughly spoiled so far, with a delicious meal of cheeseburgers and macaroni and cheese, prepared by Cedric, and gifts from everyone.

Cedric and Asher went practical with their gift, opting for a kid-size recliner for the living room. Grady followed suit, giving my little guy a whole new wardrobe of clothes, including a newsboy cap of his own.

Brandon sketched a portrait of Brady dressed as a superhero, which Talon bought a nice frame for, and Hunter bought more giant toys to be friends with Mr. Monkey. Felix and Enzo went a different route, opting for a slingshot which came with a promise of target practice…which sounded a lot like trouble, but also a lot like fun.

"We're happy to do it," Grady insisted. "Brady is one of us."

They'd made that abundantly clear by accepting him and me into their pride. The day after I bonded with Hunter, the guys moved the two of us into the lodge. They babysat Brady while Hunter and I had date nights, and they took him on hikes to teach him about nature.

Due to their vast resources, I was able to leave my job at the coffee shop. At first I felt guilty about abandoning Josie, but everything worked out great. As it turned out, Hope wasn't sick; she was pregnant. She and her boyfriend needed a cheap place to stay to raise their baby, so they took over my old apartment. And they both took a job at the cafe since I no longer needed Hope as a babysitter.

"Here we are," Asher announced as he carried in the cake his mate made. It was big enough to feed a small army (or a hungry lion pride) and was decorated with orange frosting since it was Brady's favorite color. Asher took a lighter from his pocket and lit the candles on top of the cake. "Make a wish."

Brady looked at me as he squished his lips around. "I don't know what to wish for, Daddy. I have everything I want."

"So do I, buddy." I smiled at the men around the table, receiving warm smiles back.

Brady blew out the candles, and Cedric began cutting the cake into slices, waving off Asher when he tried to help.

I leaned closer to Brady and asked him, "Should we give Hunter his present now?"

"Yes!" My son clapped before jumping out of his chair and running out of the room, returning with a small, white box, which he handed to a confused Hunter.

"But it's your birthday," he told Brady, who nodded.

"I know, but Daddy and I got you something special too. Open it, open it!"

Hunter lifted the lid off of the box and his eyes immediately grew misty when he saw what was inside - a packet of adoption paperwork.

"I want you to be my Daddy too," Brady explained. He had voiced that desire to me as soon as he found out that Hunter and I were bonded for life, and I got busy on the petition right away. "Will you adopt me?"

Hunter wiped his eyes and touched his forehead to Brady's. "Nothing would make me happier than to be your dad. I love you, Brady."

"I love you too." He threw his arms around Hunter's neck and there wasn't a dry eye around the table, even though Felix and Enzo tried to hide their emotions.

When Brady let him loose, Hunter kissed me deeply and said, "And I love you. Thank you for the most incredible gift."

"Thank you for being the father that Brady deserves." I looked around the table once more. "Thank you all for being our family."

"Always," Felix and Enzo answered together in an uncharacteristically tender moment.

"How about we celebrate your special day with some cake," Talon suggested to Brady, "And then I will take you on a lion-back nature hike."

My little guy decided that was the best birthday wish.

Thank you for reading “Temptation”. I hope you enjoyed the story. If you did, please consider leaving a review. Be sure to keep on the lookout for the next “Lions of Locust Falls” story, featuring Enzo and Felix’s Age Play romance!

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