Bloodlines -- Avail now
For an alpha male wolf shifter promised to a female whose goal is to one day be queen, coming out has never been more explosive.
Evin KinKaid, the only son of the KinKaid pack's alpha, has a secret. One that will tear his family apart. In one year, Evin is to succeed his father as alpha and continue the dominant bloodline of his family. There's only one problem: Evin is gay. When Evin is pushed into the bed of his intended female mate, he's forced to reveal the truth. And for an alpha male wolf shifter promised to a female whose goal is to one day be queen, coming out has never been more explosive.
To Mason Thorne II, heir to Thorne Global Inc., life is a lie. To sustain his father's love, Mason has agreed to stay in the family business and to one day assume his place as CEO. Instead of reaching for his heart's desire, he's settled for a life he never wanted. But an unexpected auto accident will send Evin and Mason into each other's arms and down a path toward a destiny neither man can escape: an eternity sealed in blood.
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How the hell did I let things get this far?
Evin KinKaid pulled his hips away from the searching hand of his intended mate.
"Jocelyn, we shouldn't," he said, attempting to hide the desperation creeping into his voice.
"Why shouldn't we?" She stood from the sofa, not releasing the grip on his hand. "I think this is exactly what we should be doing." Jocelyn moved across the den of his cabin and toward the bedroom, the tug on his arm pulling him to his feet.
The moment Jocelyn had shown up unannounced at his door, carrying a six-pack of Sam Adams and his favorite—Italian-sausage-and-mushroom pizza—he'd had a bad feeling about where this would end up. The clock was ticking, and Evin knew there loomed a possibility that Jocelyn might take things into her own hands if he didn't make the first move. Damn. He just wasn't prepared for it to be tonight.
"In one year, we're going to be bonded." She pulled a little harder, keeping their path headed straight for his bed. "Don't you think it's time we take the next step?" At the foot of the bed, she stopped, turned in his direction, and released him. A moment later, she grasped the hem of her blouse and quickly lifted the thin cotton over her head. Full breasts with tight, dusky nipples bounced free. "I hate wearing a bra,” she said, running her palms over the tanned mounds, then lifting them forward for his perusal. “They're so restrictive.”
Shit. He sucked in a ragged breath. Jocelyn Lathan was a beautiful woman—even he appreciated that. Any male would be a fool to refuse what she was offering. Any male who wasn't gay.
She lowered onto the mattress and scooted to the center of the bed. After hooking her fingers into the waistbands of her shorts and panties, she wriggled free and then tossed the remaining clothes over the side.
Jocelyn lay back and splayed her arms apart in open invitation. "Come take what is rightfully yours…mate."
Without thinking, as if someone else resided inside him and moved him toward her, Evin climbed onto the bed and hovered over her nude body. He felt as if he were on some gut-wrenching carnival ride he couldn't get off, no matter how hard he screamed.
This was his duty. As the only son born to the alpha of the KinKaid wolf pack, the responsibility of mating and continuing the dominant bloodline of his family fell to him.
He had no choice.
Evin glanced down at the voluptuous curves of his intended.
"Do I please you, Alpha Prime?" she asked, her voice a bit huskier with her arousal. The scent of her need enveloped him and should have had his balls aching and his cock raging to be inside her. But instead…
He swung his gaze back to hers. "You're very beautiful, Jocelyn," he murmured. "Never doubt that."
"Likewise." She smiled and ran her fingertips up his chest and over his shoulders before pulling him down. He came to a halt, his lips mere inches from hers. "Now show me."
Her mouth claimed his in a kiss that wouldn't be denied. Evin's stomach rebelled. This was all so wrong and unfair to Jocelyn. He had a gorgeous woman in his arms, intended to be his for the remainder of his existence, and he should have been envisioning her curves and not someone else's tight ass and abs to get his cock's attention. But that was exactly what he was doing. Evin's mind wandered back to his last sexual encounter.
A hot naked male on his knees.
His cock seated at the back of the man's throat and a handful of the human's dark hair wrapped in his fist. Evin's groin stirred at the memory, and he moaned.
Jocelyn moved her lips to his neck, then kissed her way down the side. The weight of her palm covered his awakening shaft. Evin sucked in a breath and tensed.
"What's wrong?" Jocelyn swung her head up in his direction. Evin dropped back onto the mattress. His chest tightened, making every breath a labored effort to move in and out of his lungs. It felt as if his secret had wrapped itself around his rib cage and was trying to squeeze the life out of him.
"Evin? Did I do something wrong?" The bed rocked, then Jocelyn was leaned over him and smoothed her palm across his sternum. "Everything seemed to be going so well." Her hand eased down his abdomen and onto his thigh. Evin stifled a groan, one not driven by pleasure. He was so fucked.
"That's just it, Jocelyn." He forced the words through clenched teeth and shook his head. "It wasn't."
Jocelyn yanked her hand back and straightened. "I don't understand. You were…" She nodded in the direction of his crotch. "And I was…"
"Please, I don't want to hurt you," Evin whispered and pushed up into a sitting position. He had to stop this now, send her home so he could think of a way out of this without causing her or anyone else pain. Yeah, like somehow that was going to happen tonight, when he hadn't thought of a way to come out in the last ten years.
Jocelyn's eyes grew large, and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my God. There's someone else…" she mumbled behind her fingers.
"No. It's not what you think." Shit. Evin reached for her. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
"Who is she?" Jocelyn scrambled away from his touch and toward the end of the bed. "Who is she, Evin?" she demanded. "You want out of this so you can take someone else as your queen." She shook her head. "You're mine. It's been written. We've been declared since the eve of our primary shift. Our families are the strongest of the pack. As the firstborn Lathan female, I'm to be the next alpha queen." She stood, grabbed her shirt from the floor, and pulled it on. "I cannot believe this." Jocelyn shoved her fingers through her hair.
"Like I said, it's not what you're thinking." Evin left the bed, rounded the mattress, and moved closer. Dammit, the situation was getting out of hand.
"Oh no?" She whirled on him. "What else am I to think?"
Evin reached for her hands.
"Don't!" Jocelyn jerked them out of his reach and stepped back. Her eyes narrowed, fury darkening her blue irises to gray. "Who is she, Evin? Tell me, because I'm going to kill her!"
"It wasn't a she," he shouted back, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
"What?" Jocelyn froze.
"I said, it wasn't a she," he repeated, this time softer. Evin couldn't put the brakes on now if he wanted to. And God help him, but he really didn't want to stop. It was as if someone had reached inside him and yanked the plug that had held back a flood begging for release. "I was thinking about a man."
"A man…?" The two syllables fell from her lips, spewed like something distasteful off her tongue. "What are you saying?" Her expression twisted in disgust.
"You know what I'm saying." He kept his voice dead calm.
Jocelyn shook her head, a slow back-and-forth action of denial. "But you're the alpha prime." As if on automatic pilot, she moved toward him. "You're not… You cannot be gay!" Jocelyn slammed into his chest with both fists. "How could you do this? This will ruin everything. All my plans… It was going to be perfect."
She pounded him. Evin could have easily grabbed her arms and subdued her. But a part of him needed this—wanted this. He deserved every punch and every dig of her nails into his flesh. If only her attack could delve deeper and batter some of the guilt attacking his heart.
Jocelyn shoved away from his chest, her blonde hair wild and her cheeks flushed. With one hand, she thrust her hair away from her face and shot him a tearful glare.
"You'll pay for this, Evin KinKaid," she growled, the sharp points of her canines making an appearance from beneath her upper lip. "I'll make sure of it. You'll regret the day you betrayed me." She turned on her heels and grabbed the remainder of her clothes from the floor.
"Jocelyn… I'm sorry." Evin rubbed his face with both hands and then dropped his arms at his sides. "I never meant for it to come out this way. Never meant to hurt you. We've been friends for years, but not once had you ever mentioned possessing any feelings that went beyond that." Evin stepped in closer and lowered his voice. "This is more about your loss of alpha queen status than it is about me."
"Shut up!" she spit, and tugged her panties and shorts back on.
Fuck. Could this get any uglier? He knew Jocelyn had an attraction to the finer things in life. But he had no idea how deep her desire to become alpha queen had resided. Jocelyn made a break for the door, but Evin blocked her path. God, he had no idea how to make this better, and even though he recognized Jocelyn's heart wasn't broken over losing him, he still couldn't stand seeing her hurt.
"Please… Jocelyn, slow down. Stop long enough to talk to me. Please," he repeated. "You deserve a relationship that's based on love, not power and money."
Jocelyn's head popped up, her gaze then locking with his, and the fucking Antarctic would have felt warmer than her frigid stare.
"Get out of my way, Evin. You really don't want me here another minute in your presence." The tone of Jocelyn's voice made it clear: there was no turning back. The edge of the cliff he'd been toeing for years had crumbled, and he was in a complete free fall. All he could do now was grab hold of his ass and hang on.
Evin stepped aside and allowed Jocelyn to pass. A second later, the door to his cabin slammed shut.
He whirled, bringing his fist up, and rammed it into his bedroom door. The hollow wood bounced off the doorstop and splintered around his hand in an explosion of sound. Evin jerked his arm free and shook off the throb that radiated through his knuckles and into his wrist. He moved to the foot of the bed and sank onto the edge of the mattress. Bracing his elbows on his thighs, Evin then dropped his head into his palms.
"What a fucked-up mess," he groaned to the empty room. He loved his family, but how the hell was he going to tell his father he would not be taking his intended and continuing the KinKaid bloodline? That in itself would have the alpha enraged, but add his coming out as gay male… It would destroy his father.
Without a KinKaid male to assume the alpha role at age twenty-five, Evin would be leaving his father open to any family that wished to challenge him for the title. And by law, they would have the right to kill the current alpha and take control of the pack. God, how was he going to live with himself?
He'd tried. Shit, he'd tried so hard to live the life expected of him. And if it were possible to will oneself into being straight, he would have been fucking Jocelyn right now.
Jocelyn. Evin sucked in a hard, deep breath and rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. He had to go face his father. Better he learn the truth from him first. "You'll pay for this, Evin KinKaid." Jocelyn's threat raced through his head, jerking him to his feet.
"Ahh, fuck!" Evin's head fell back on his shoulders. "Jocelyn, you wouldn't."