Twin Pines Grizzlies 3

Kinky Alpha

Note: Kinky Alpha [Twin Pines Grizzlies 3] was previously published

as Tight End [Gridiron Gods 3]. Due to popular demand, the series

has been revised to emphasize the bear shifting.

Fighting for his destiny…

When Ryan overhears two of his teammates performing a kinky

BDSM scenario on the football team bus, he sneaks his hand down

his sweats and strokes himself to a major climax. Ryan never

imagined anyone was watching. But someone was. When a

mysterious man with a velvety voice calls Ryan one night, he

convinces Ryan to put on a private show for him over the Internet.

Nursing a broken heart, Phillip has traveled the country to find his

place among other shifters. When he meets Ryan, Phillip feels like

he has a second chance at happiness, but knowing the secret of

Ryan’s destiny won’t win over the hunky tight end. The best way

to do that is to give Ryan what he’s never had—a partner who

understands, accepts, and willingly indulges his kink.

Wicked, hot sexual encounters sate both men physically, but Phillip

hungers for a deeper and utterly permanent connection, and that’s

the one thing Ryan fears.

If Phillip can’t convince Ryan to bond with him, Phillip will lose more

than a soul mate. He’ll lose his only chance to enter the bear-

shifting brotherhood.

Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 23,782 words

KINKY ALPHA

Twin Pines Grizzlies 3

Anitra Lynn McLeod

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Twin Pines Grizzlies 3

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Chapter 1

“I saw what you did on the team bus.”
“Did you now?” Wearing only a pair of loose boxers, Ryan Stone was

slumped on his dorm mattress, cell phone propped against his shoulder, his
gaze on a poster listing the rules of Beer Pong. Pulling the phone from his
ear, he checked the caller ID again, but it still just said TEAMMATE.
Putting the phone back to his ear, Ryan playfully asked, “Who is this?”

“A teammate.”
A teammate with a cream-worthy voice, Ryan thought. As a

connoisseur of anything auditory, Ryan knew sexy when he heard it.
“Come on, give me a name. Or at least a hint. I don’t recognize your
voice.” But the low rumbling was hot as hell. If Ryan had heard this guy
talk before, he would have remembered. “At least give me a clue about
what bus ride you’re talking about.”

After a long pause, Mr. Sexy Voice said, “The one where you

masturbated while listening to Brandon and Derek.”

Ryan almost dropped the phone. “You were watching me?” And he

thought he’d been so very careful. Ryan had taken up the entire bench seat
behind Brandon and Derek, anticipating they would get freaky. He hadn’t
been disappointed. He’d heard some raunchy talk in his life but nothing like
the stuff coming from the bus seat in front of him. Crude didn’t even begin

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to describe the conversation between two of his Grizzlies teammates.

“I enjoyed watching you very much.” Mr. Sexy Voice sounded like a

guy who liked to watch as much as Ryan liked to listen.

“Had I known you were watching, I might have made it more worth

your while.” During the bus ride home, Ryan had slumped across the width
of the seat with his back against the window and his feet at the end of the
bench. Pretty much how he was sitting on his bed now. He’d covered up
with a huge winter coat so that he could get his hand down his baggy
sweats without anyone seeing. By leaning against the seatback in front of
him, Ryan was able to pretend to be asleep while listening to the low
conversation between the football team’s quarterback and center.

“I’d like you to make it worth my while now.”
Mr. Sexy Voice wasn’t in the room, but with the compelling power of

his voice, he didn’t need to be. Ryan wanted to do anything he said as long
as he kept talking. Moreover, the thrill of doing something illicit had Ryan’s
cock snapping to attention. “Would you now?”

“Yes,” Mr. Sexy Voice said. “I would.” His low, slow chuckle filled

Ryan’s ear then went straight to his dick. “I want you to open your laptop.”

Game for just about anything, Ryan cradled his phone while situating

his laptop across his belly. After practically every guy on the team came
out of the closet on that fated bus ride, Ryan was dead certain he was
indeed talking to a teammate. The burning question was which one. God.
All the Grizzlies were beyond fuck-worthy in Ryan’s opinion. He couldn’t
really be disappointed.

So, as much as he wanted to know exactly who he was talking to,

Ryan also decided to enjoy the mystery. Listening turned Ryan on. That’s
why that bus ride would be forever burned into his mind. He’d heard
everything Brandon and Derek had said. Rough commands, dirty stories,
erotic torment—all of it ended in a mind-blowing orgasm for the three of
them. Hell, it sounded like this guy had gotten off, too, and that would
make four of them.

“I want you to enter this ISP address.” Mr. Sexy Voice reeled off a

series of numbers and dots.

Ryan entered the numeric string into the laptop. “What am I looking

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at?” All he saw was black.

“My camera is off, but I want you to turn yours on.”
Grinning, Ryan activated his webcam and waved at the little black

smudge at the top of his open computer. “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” Mr. Sexy Voice paused. “Place the laptop on the table beside

you. Angle the cover down so I can see your cock.”

It was as if this man knew Ryan had narratophilia. Nothing in the world

turned him on like listening to dirty words, crude stories, or other people
having sex. To have any one of those things delivered by a man with the
voice of a god was pushing Ryan into orbit. In fact, he was so high, he was
in orbit around a totally different planet.

“Can you see me now?” Ryan asked, hoping he got the angle right. He

waved his hand in front of his boxer-clad cock.

“Yes.” Long pause. “Now, I want you to think back to that bus ride.

Do you remember how you sat there quietly masturbating to what Derek
did to Brandon?”

“Fuck yeah.” Best stroke talk he’d ever heard. And with his kink,

Ryan had heard a lot. “I’ve been masturbating nonstop to what those two
did nonstop since I got back.”

“Would you like me to do that to you?”
“You mean talk to me the way Derek talked to Brandon on the bus?”

Ryan’s eyebrow rose. Whacking off like that would definitely be just about
the kinkiest thing he’d ever done.

“Yes. I want to command you,” Mr. Sexy Voice answered.
Ryan considered. On that bus ride, platinum-blond surfer boy Derek

erotically tormented the quarterback, Brandon, who was tall, dark, and
handsome, with the pale skin of a vampire. It was West Coast meets East
Coast wrapped up in dirty leather kink. And now a man who embodied
Ryan’s ultimate fantasy wanted to expand on that kink with his own unique
twist.

“I’m all yours, Mr. Sexy Voice.”
A long pause had Ryan wondering if he’d offended him somehow. He

hadn’t meant or said the name sarcastically.

“You may call me Phillip.” His tone was precise, almost formal.

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“Phillip,” Ryan echoed. He rolled through all the guys on the football

team, but he didn’t remember meeting a single guy named Phillip, Phil, or
anything close. Damn. He was terrible with names. Voices and faces he
recognized, but he simply couldn’t remember ever hearing this guy’s
incredible voice. “I like that name.”

A chuckle like gravel wrapped in velvet soaked in whisky emerged

from the speaker of Ryan’s cell phone. Forgetting all about the webcam,
he reached for his boxers. Ryan wanted a hot handful of his dick right now.

“Take your cock out.” Phillip kept his voice low.
“What?” Ryan asked then remembered that Phillip could see him.
“Push your underwear down. I want to see your cock.”
It was exactly what had been said on the bus. Breathing heavily, Ryan

shoved his boxers down, exposing the upper portion of his prick.

“Slide them down more. I want to see your cock and your balls.”
Pressing his neck against the wall, Ryan angled his hips up enough to

push his underwear down and out of the way. Should his roommate return
early, he could also yank them back up. He’d have some explaining to do,
but at least he wouldn’t be sitting around with his boner hanging out.

“That’s my pretty boy.”
“Fuck.” That was exactly what Derek had called Brandon. Ryan

figured whoever Phillip was, he’d been close enough to hear their wicked-
hot encounter. Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember who was sitting where
because he’d been way too busy jacking off.

“Hmmm,” Phillip hummed lightly to himself. “You are no pretty boy.”
“No?” Ryan kept his gaze on his cock.
“You’re a hunk. Pure and simple.”
“You think I’m simple?” Ryan teased.
Again, Phillip chuckled with his wonderfully husky voice. “Not at all,

but you’re not pretty, either.”

“You can call me anything you’d like.” Ryan relaxed into his mattress.
“You’re the tight end, aren’t you?” Innuendo laced Phillip’s voice.
“Very.” Ryan laughed at his own joke. Given how rarely Ryan had

engaged in anal sex, this man’s comment was truer than he probably
thought. “I mean, yes, I play that position on the football team.” At six foot

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three and two hundred and thirty pounds, Ryan was large enough to be an
effective blocker but still had the dexterity to participate in passing
strategies. It was also one of the reasons he didn’t have a lot of backdoor
action. Unfortunately, most guys were smaller than him and way too
intimidated to fuck him. Which genuinely sucked. Ryan had enjoyed the
few encounters he’d had, but they’d also been too fleeting. They fucked,
they had a lot of fun, but ultimately they were gone. Ryan regretted that he
couldn’t find more confident guys who loved to top.

“Your cock is beautiful.”
Stunned by the comment, Ryan looked down at his dick. The webcam

light illuminated his prick like it was a museum piece. Ryan’s black pubic
hair cast a sinister shadow that probably made his prick look gigantic. Hell,
it was his dick, and frankly, he was impressed.

“Are you surprised by my comment?” Phillip asked.
“Yeah.” Ryan had never had anyone talk to him like this. It was

different. Not weird different but sexy different. He felt special and
admired. “What do you want me to do?” Ryan swallowed hard. Having
never done anything so unusual, he wasn’t sure he was ready. Glancing
toward the lone entrance to his shared dorm room, Ryan hoped his
roommate didn’t come home early.

“I want to watch you masturbate.” Phillip spoke as if this were the

most normal conversation in the world. “You see, I realized that day on the
bus that you like to listen and perhaps might enjoy a little exhibition. I enjoy
talking, but more than that, I love to watch.” Phillip’s voice was deeply
emphatic.

“Ah, a voyeur.” Ryan had read some hot stories about people who

liked to watch, but he’d never met someone who was into that. Different
strokes for different folks. And it was just unique enough to push him
higher.

“Voyeur is the technical term. Have you ever shown off for someone?”
“Not like this.” Ryan had read about exhibitionists, but that wasn’t his

kink. Or at least it wasn’t until now. Phillip’s voice was so compelling,
Ryan figured he’d do just about anything to keep him talking.

“Tell me.”

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Ryan couldn’t see Phillip, but from the sounds over the phone, he

visualized him leaning back in a comfortable chair, as if he were settling in
for a long and lusty conversation.

“In high school I played just about every sport there was because I

loved to be watched.” Adoration was good, but finding guys to hook up
with had been even better. Still, Ryan had almost always been the top,
given his massive size. The truth was that he actually preferred to bottom.

“I’m certain you could tell who to approach by the way they looked at

you.” Phillip spoke as if he’d just read Ryan’s mind.

“Yeah. Guys give away so much with their eyes. I don’t think they’re

the window to the soul so much as they’re a doorway to the dick.”

After a rumbling laugh, Phillip asked, “How are you tan everywhere?

Even your cock is bronzed.”

“My family was in Europe for the summer, so I pretty much spent my

free time floating naked in the pool.” Life had been sweet for three months.
The biggest decision he’d had to make was which toppings to order on his
pizza. “The only downside was I spent the summer pretty much alone.”

“I can’t imagine a man like you without a dozen eager lovers.”
Pleased by the ego stroke, Ryan had to admit, “It was a rare dry

spell.” Usually he could take his pick, and did, but lately he seemed to have
become incredibly picky. All the guys who flashed him an interested eye
didn’t garner his interest in return. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a
curious sense of waiting. Ryan didn’t know who he was waiting for, but
still, he was willing to put his sex life on hold for a while. “What about you?
A line of sex slaves bowing down to you wherever you go?”

“I’m choosy.”
How odd. It was exactly what Ryan had just been thinking.
“But I think I’ve found exactly what I’ve been looking for.”
“Have you now?” Ryan grinned. “Tell me what you look like.”
“Not just yet. You’ll meet me soon enough.”
“Ah, so I haven’t met you.”
“Not really.”
“How annoyingly vague.” Glancing down, Ryan was surprised to find

that his dick was still just as hard. Even chatting with this guy aroused him.

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Un-fucking-real. “So, about my show for you.”

“Yes.” Again, Ryan heard Phillip settling in. “I want you to switch your

phone to your left ear so your right hand is free.”

Ryan did so without asking how Phillip knew. From the angle of the

laptop camera, all he could see was his cock. Probably Phillip realized
from watching him playing football that he was right-handed.

“Now, I want you to place your right hand above your cock. Don’t

touch. Just hold your hand there about an inch above.”

When Ryan did as ordered, he felt the heat from his hand radiating

down to his cock. Ironically, it was more tormenting than not touching
himself at all.

“Lower your thumb and swipe that cum drop.”
Keeping his hand steady as he maneuvered his thumb was harder than

it seemed. When Ryan managed to flick the pad of his digit across the head
of his cock, he smeared the pre-cum over the now overly sensitive head. A
long, low groan escaped his chest and went right into the cell phone.

“Simply beautiful.”
“What?”
“The sound and sight of you.” Phillip uttered a deeply contented sigh.

“You are beyond stunning.”

Pleased, Ryan closed his eyes and sank a little lower on the bed.
“Lift your hand and lick the cum off.”
“Fuck.”
“Are you disobeying me?” Phillip’s tone was mildly curious, not angry.

To Ryan’s well-trained ear, he sounded a little amused to be defied.

“No. Just—sorry. That’s what I say when I’m turned on. It’s like

slow-motion sexual Tourette’s syndrome.”

“I’ll remember that.” Phillip sipped something. In his mind’s eye, Ryan

imagined Phillip had just taken a drink of his wine. “Now, lick your thumb
clean.”

Even though Ryan knew Phillip couldn’t see him, he followed his

orders to the letter. Lifting his hand, Ryan licked the pearl off his thumb.

“Tell me what you taste like.”
“It tastes almost sweet.” Ryan had tasted his fair share of jizz. He loved

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guzzling a hot guy’s cream, but every man had tasted the same—salty.
He’d never taken the time to notice that pre-cum tasted completely
different. Ryan had a sudden and strong hunger to taste Phillip’s pre-cum.
And then the rest of his cock.

“Look, it’s pearled another drop for you.”
Ryan reached down to swipe it away but stayed his hand at the last

second.

“Very good,” Phillip praised him. “You’re learning how to play this

game.”

“I’m a quick study.” And relinquishing control relieved him of

responsibility. Maybe his waiting was his determination not to settle
anymore. Ryan wanted to be topped, and that was that.

“Indeed, you are a most apt pupil.” Phillip paused, and Ryan realized

that when he hesitated like that, Phillip was looking at his cock and thinking
of his next move. To test his theory, Ryan flexed the muscles in his
buttocks, which caused his cock to twitch. An almost imperceptible sigh
filled his ear, and then Phillip said, “Do that repeatedly until the drop falls
on your belly.”

By clenching and releasing, Ryan was able to shake his cock enough to

fling the cum drop onto his waxed belly. It sat there against his bronzed
flesh, glistening almost like a teardrop.

“Rub your cock against your belly.” When Ryan reached his hand

down to press on his cock, Phillip cautioned him. “No, no, without using
your hand.”

Grinning, Ryan tried to do as ordered, but he couldn’t quite get his

cock to lower enough to stroke his belly. By lifting his torso and doing a
modified crunch, he was able to rub his belly against his cock.

“Your entire body is one long line of muscle.” Phillip sounded

impressed and aroused, a delightful combination if ever there was one. “I’ll
bet you fuck like a piston.”

Phillip’s words were so raw and sudden Ryan’s cock twitched and

flung several drops of pre-cum across his belly.

“Any dirty word in any context turns you on.” Phillip paused. “Is that

why you say fuck when you’re aroused?”

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“Fuck.” The word slipped out before Ryan could even try to control

himself. “Say it ten times fast and I’ll probably blow my load all over the
laptop.”

“No, that would cut this delightful show far too short.”
From the rustling noises, Phillip was shifting into a more comfortable

position. Or maybe, Ryan thought wickedly, he was grabbing a hold of his
own cock. The idea of Phillip stroking off while he watched Ryan over the
web tightened his balls.

“You want to keep listening to me because at any time I might slip in

another dirty word. Isn’t that right, you cock-hungry slut.”

“Fuck.” His balls lifted another notch. “I mean, yeah.” Ryan wasn’t

ashamed to admit the truth. He’d come to terms with his unique kink a long
time ago. “Talk dirty to me, Phillip. If you do, I swear, my cock will dance
for you.”

Phillip chuckled. “If I was there right now, I’d tongue fuck your ass

until your cock was doing the tango.”

A chorus of fucks echoed in Ryan’s brain, and more pre-cum dripped

onto his belly. Never had anyone met his cravings so completely. It wasn’t
just what Phillip said. It was the voice he was saying it with. Ryan had
heard the expression liquid sex, but he’d never believed it until he heard
Phillip’s voice. Phillip’s voice was concentrated liquid sex. His voice was
so thick and sexy it was the auditory equivalent of an orgasm. Ryan had
always called them eargasms, and Phillip was giving him about a thousand
in a row.

“Spread your legs wide to make room for me.”
In order to comply, Ryan had to push his boxers all the way down,

which he did, and then he kicked them off. Crooking his knees, he lifted his
legs then spread them apart. Imagining this mysterious man between his
thighs, plunging his tongue deep into his ass, made Ryan wish he had
something to slide up there. He rocked his hips when he thought of having
a thick, hard cock fill his hole.

“Do you have any kind of a toy?” Phillip’s voice sounded wistful.
“Did you read my mind?” Ryan had never had someone pick up on his

cues so effortlessly. What was even more amazing was the fact that Phillip

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wasn’t even in the room!

“I can tell by the subtle way you’re rocking your hips that you want

something up your ass.” Phillip sighed. “If only I was there.”

“Come over.” The words slipped out before Ryan realized what he’d

said. He looked around at the disaster area of his room. With a bulldozer
and fifteen minutes he could have it relatively presentable. Fuck. Who
cared? If Phillip came over, they weren’t going to waste any time looking
at the room. They were going to fuck until they broke the bed.

“As tempted as I am, I’m not quite ready for that.” Phillip took another

sip of his drink. “And neither are you.”

“I’m always ready.” Pretty much up to this point, Ryan had practiced

the time-honored tradition of find them, fuck them, and try to forge a
relationship with them, but his efforts had always failed. “Don’t say no then
try to blame me.”

Phillip uttered a delighted chuckle. “Blame? Not at all. I simply don’t

think either one of us is ready for what I want to do to you.”

That gave Ryan pause. With his voice barely above a whisper, Ryan

asked. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Fuck you? Why, I’m going to ram my cock so hard and fast up your

ass I’ll fuck the breath right out of you.”

Ryan almost dropped the phone.
“But not tonight.”
Disappointed but not surprised, Ryan asked, “Are you really ugly or

something?” Oh, good one, he berated himself. That idiotic comment was
likely to make Phillip hang up.

Rich laughter erupted. Ryan heard Phillip pull the phone away from his

mouth until he’d stopped chuckling. Once he curtailed his amusement,
Phillip returned the phone to his face and said, “I’ve been told I’m quite
handsome.”

Thrilled he hadn’t blown it, Ryan immediately put his other foot in his

mouth when he said, “So if it’s not looks, it must be cock size.” If his dick
could talk, it would be screaming at Ryan to shut the hell up. Ryan figured
that comment would definitely make Phillip hang up. Still, Ryan wanted to
know. He certainly hoped Phillip wasn’t small in that department. Not like

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he was into clown dicks or anything, but Ryan wasn’t into sample sizes,
either.

From the whooshing and thump, Ryan figured this time Phillip had

dropped the phone entirely. Far off in the distance, Ryan heard Phillip
laughing even harder than he had before. Well, at least he wasn’t pissed.
And Ryan loved guys with a strong sense of humor. That this man could be
utterly filthy while being charming and laughing intrigued Ryan. After a
moment, Ryan heard shuffling, and then Phillip was back.

“I can assure you, I do not have a small cock. Here.” Ryan heard

movement with Phillip’s phone, a click, and then a beep sounded in Ryan’s
ear. “I’ve sent you a picture.”

Eagerly, Ryan opened the mail and whistled. “Damn.” Even better than

the sweet size and pleasing symmetry was the fact he knew the photo
wasn’t faked. That had to be Phillip’s cock. Thick, long, hard, and—
whoa—uncut. Ryan’s mouth watered. He’d never been with a guy who
had an intact foreskin. “Talk about a beautiful prick.”

“Do you like my cock, Ryan?”
“Very much.” Ryan considered. “How about I come to you? Hell, how

about I come on you then let you come on me?”

“Are you always this impatient?” Phillip teasingly asked.
“When it comes to a drool-worthy fuck partner, yeah, I am.” A long

note of silence convinced Ryan he’d blown it for real this time.

“Is that all you’re looking for?” Disappointment darkened Phillip’s

voice. “You simply want someone, anyone, to have sex with?”

“No.” Ryan shouldn’t feel defensive, but he did. “Actually, I haven’t

been with anyone since spring. I was just—” Ryan stopped himself from
babbling, convinced he’d already messed this up. Frankly, he didn’t want
to hook up with anyone who was touchy, not with his habit of speaking
first and thinking later. Ryan never meant things in quite the way they
sounded when he said them.

“Grab ahold of your cock.”
The order startled him, but Ryan did as he was told. And he almost

came. Who knew his own fist could feel so damn good after all that
waiting? Hell, he’d have to delay his self-gratification more often if this level

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of sensitivity was the result.

“Flick your thumb around the head. Smear that pre-cum all over the

tip.”

Amazed at the dexterity of his thumb, Ryan took measured breaths so

he didn’t blow his load too fast. Given Phillip’s voice and the way he gave
orders without hesitation, Ryan would be totally impressed with himself if
he lasted five minutes.

“I’d love to lick all that cum off your cock.” Phillip’s voice thickened.
“Fuck.”
“Oh, trust me, I’d like to do that, too.” When Phillip growled into the

phone, the low rumble resonated in Ryan’s body, galvanizing him. “I’d love
to spread your ass cheeks, plant my prick right against your pink,
puckered hole, and then shove.”

Ryan’s dick twitched.
“Watching my cock slide up your ass would be almost as pleasurable

as feeling your shitter clamp around my shaft.”

Ryan’s balls tightened another notch. He’d never heard anyone use

that word.

“I can tell you like that word, Ryan. You like that dirty, nasty word. I’ll

bet no one has ever said that particular filthy word to you, have they?”

“No.” And Ryan wanted to hear Phillip say it again. And again. Three

times fast and he’d blow his load.

“Shitter is such a filthy word, isn’t it, Ryan? Shoving my thick cock up

your tight shitter would make you cream, wouldn’t it?”

“Fuck.” Ryan wanted to stroke his cock so badly he was shaking with

the effort not to. All he did was exactly what Phillip told him to do. Ryan
swirled the pad of his thumb around the tip of his prick while he held his
legs spread wide.

“Say it, Ryan. Say shitter.”
“Shitter.” Ryan’s cock twitched against his circling thumb.
“Again. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock up my shitter.” Oh, God, Ryan wasn’t going to last.

Ryan paced his breathing and tried to relax his body, but every muscle
tensed. Wanting to jack off and not being allowed to was maddening.

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Worse, Ryan wasn’t restrained by anything more than a voice on the
phone. The man who was mastering him wasn’t even in the room, and
Ryan was on the verge of climax!

“I’d start out sweet and slow.” Phillip’s seductive voice rolled right into

Ryan’s ear. “I’d have you wear those tight black pants from your uniform,
and then I’d work a hole in the back, right between your cheeks. Once I’d
exposed you, I’d lube your tight, sweet hole with my tongue. And then I’d
bend you over and fuck you, hard, with my massive cock. I’d enjoy
watching you struggle to take all of me. I’d love hearing your moans and
groans of ecstasy and pain.”

Ryan’s eyes rolled back. Never in his life had a guy talked to him like

this. The only way this could be any better was if he was in the room,
whispering his dirty words right into Ryan’s ear. Per Phillip’s instructions,
all Ryan did was swirl his thumb around and around the tip of his prick.
Soaking wet and totally slick, his cock wanted to be buried in something
tight and hot.

“I can hear you whimpering, Ryan. Is it the thought of my cock filling

your shitter or the thought of what I’d do to your luscious dick while I’m
fucking you?”

“Both. Tell me what you’d do to me.” Ryan didn’t recognize his own

voice. Guttural and rough, his voice sounded one breath shy of desperate.
Three months of celibacy had made him an animal.

“Once I’ve got my cock buried deep in your snug hole, I’d wrap my

fist around your prick and squeeze the base good and hard so you couldn’t
come.” Phillip took a deep breath, and Ryan realized they were both
extremely close to climax. “Then I’d stroke your shaft up and down in the
same rhythm that I used to go in and out of your shitter.”

“Ah, fuck.” Ryan almost lost it right then and there. “Let me come.”
“No.” There was no mercy in Phillip’s voice, only self-assured

mastery, which only made Ryan more crazed. “I want you to make a fist.”

“I already have.”
“You’re angry. Good. That should make you even more determined to

do what I say so you can climax.”

“Just tell me what to do.” Like usual, a split-second after he spoke,

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Ryan realized how rude what he’d said sounded. Softening his tone, Ryan
whispered, “Please. Tell me what to do, Phillip. Please.”

“You are indeed a quick study.”
“I’m learning.”
“Place your fist right on the tip of your delicious cock.”
Ryan did as instructed. All the pre-cum slicked around his clenched

fingers.

“Slowly lift your hips. I want to watch you fuck your fist.”
Rather than doing his usual fast and furious hand motions, Phillip had

him rising up. Unique and totally hot. Ryan tried to lift himself up with
finesse, but his hunger made his movements jerky and uncoordinated.

“Picture your cock going into the tightest ass you’ve ever felt.”
“Ah, fuck.” Ryan didn’t think he was going to last longer than one

stroke.

“Sweet, hot, dangerously tight.” Phillip paused. “And all slick from

your pre-cum.”

If Ryan were a cartoon, his dick would have exploded. He’d never

been so turned on. If Phillip told him to fling open the window and scream
a series of vulgar words, Ryan would do it without hesitation. Right now he
swore he’d do anything to climax. His balls throbbed, his muscles ached,
and he was going to make his lips bleed if he didn’t stop chewing on them.

“My gorgeous hunk wants to come so badly, doesn’t he?”
Ryan nodded until he remembered that Phillip could see his dick, not

his face. “Yes. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Phillip asked archly. “I do like the sound of that. Right

now I want you to keep sliding your cock into your fist.” After a moment
of watching him comply, Phillip sighed. “That’s perfect. Fuck your fist for
me while I imagine I’m fucking your ass.”

Every muscle in his body was taut, helping to lift him up so he could

pump into his clenched hand. As the crown pushed through the top, Ryan
uttered a low growl. When Phillip echoed the sound, Ryan jerked up,
shoving his cock out the top of his fist.

“You are glorious.”
“I can’t—I can’t hold back anymore.” Cycling every boring trivia fact

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through his mind wasn’t going to delay this orgasm.

Phillip let fly a string of dirty words.
Ryan reacted by fucking his fist as fast as he could. Sweat poured off

his body as he thrust up. In his fury, Ryan bounced the tiny twin bed under
his massive frame. Whoever lived below him no doubt heard the entire
thing lifting up and slamming down into the floor.

As Ryan constricted his fist, his grip on his cell phone tightened. Slick

sweat shot the device from his hand right as a great gush rose up from his
balls, splattering on his chest. Jet after jet of cream coated him. Never in
his life had he come so hard and in such copious amounts.

By the time Ryan came back to planet Earth and retrieved his cell

phone, the mysterious Phillip was gone.

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Chapter 2

Phillip returned the cordless phone to the base and turned off the

computer. As much as he’d wanted to record Ryan’s performance, Phillip
hadn’t. He would never do something like that without Ryan’s explicit
consent. Besides, all Phillip had to do was close his eyes. When he did,
there was Ryan in all his bronzed glory, his every move at Phillip’s
command.

Not once in his exceedingly long life had Phillip ever seen such

perfection in the male form. What made Ryan Stone even more intriguing
was his intellect. Ryan played football like a pro, and had the body of a
Greek god, but he also had the mental power of genius. Ryan had won a
scholarship to Twin Pines College based on his academics, not his
athletics. When looking at potential candidates, Phillip used a rigorous
standard that focused exclusively on scholastic achievements. He’d just
been very lucky to select men who were also athletically inclined, not to
mention amazingly attractive.

“Agile, clever, attractive, and with just enough kink to make them

interesting.” Phillip lifted his wine glass as if in salute to his absent
companions. After a moment, he drank. Château Haut-Brion Pessac-
Lognan 1982 exploded the rich flavor of smoke, leather, and oak across
his tongue. The wine was a decadent treat, but one he thought he’d earned.

Far too long he’d kept to himself, refusing to believe that fate would

mercifully bless him twice. Finally, almost accidentally, he’d found a way to
surround himself with the perfect potential companions. After thirty years,
he’d finally found his own special one among them. Out of all the men
Phillip had encountered in the last three decades, only Ryan sparked that
marvelous and almost forgotten sensation. With Ryan, Phillip could bond,
then twin, then shift if need be.

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“It’s been so very long since I’ve felt that unique union.” But the

sensation, that prickly tingling that washed over his skin when his partner
was near, happened to him one day when Ryan passed him in the hall.
With his back turned, Phillip hadn’t even seen his face, just his spectacular
ass as Ryan hurried down the hall in his black and green Grizzlies uniform.

Excusing himself rather abruptly from the student he was speaking with,

Phillip had rushed to his office and poured through the football team roster
until he found out who wore number thirty-five. And that’s how he’d
become thoroughly smitten with Ryan Stone without even knowing what he
looked like. Seemed fair that Phillip was now attempting to do the same to
Ryan. Phillip wanted Ryan utterly spellbound by him before he knew what
Phillip looked like. After tonight, he thought he was well on his way.

Phillip swirled the remains of his wine. An edge of amber gave the ruby

liquid a beautiful sheen unmatched by any other wine. Appreciating each
sip, breathing deeply of the aromas of tobacco and earth, he likened his
thousand-dollar bottle of vino to his pursuit of Ryan. Just as he savored his
wine, he would savor the seduction of Ryan Stone.

As a man who prided himself on his ability to seduce and engage the

men he found attractive, Ryan would expect his partner to match him.
Phillip understood that to claim Ryan, he would have to proceed with the
utmost care. If Ryan had any idea of how firmly Phillip wanted to bond
them together, and what that bonding would entail, Ryan would
undoubtedly run. And Phillip didn’t think he could wait another thirty-five
years for another mate.

“That’s why your jersey number being thirty-five simply must be a

sign.” Not that Phillip was ruled by portents. He didn’t read his horoscope
or cast bones to tell the future, but he did believe in signs. Subtle indicators
had pushed him toward his first partner, so Phillip believed those same faint
nudges were pushing him toward Ryan.

“Tonight’s encounter only proved what I already knew. Ryan and I are

beyond compatible. We mesh perfectly.” Phillip loved to talk, and Ryan
loved to listen. Phillip preferred to dominate, while Ryan was eager to
submit. Phillip knew he was thoroughly alpha and Ryan was clearly omega.
“When we actually come together in the same room, our passion will be

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extraordinary.”

Ryan’s questions tonight had been wonderfully uninhibited and almost

sweetly innocent. Even his resistance to following orders had piqued
Phillip’s lust. Not that Phillip was angry about his struggle or his queries,
quite the opposite, in fact. Part of Ryan’s appeal was his blunt honesty.
Still, no matter how diligently he’d tried to stifle his laughter, Phillip hadn’t
been able to. Ryan was a handsome man, and it was no wonder that he
asked after Phillip’s appearance. Ryan wasn’t shallow, but he wanted a
man like himself—attractive, athletic, and articulate.

Standing from the comfortable chair that nestled his desk, Phillip left his

study and entered his parlor. With a shrewd eye, he considered himself in
the mirror over the mantel. Unable to resist, Phillip compared himself to
Ryan. Phillip thought they would make a striking couple. Ryan was a
black-haired, blue-eyed god with a massive body and perfect bronzed
skin. Phillip was just as muscular but slightly smaller. His dark-brown hair,
emerald-green eyes, and naturally pale skin would make a striking contrast
to Ryan. Side by side, they would look superb. And no one would ever
guess that Phillip was quite a bit older than Ryan.

“Ah, but who is counting.” Phillip smiled to himself. He thought he

looked about thirty or so, nowhere near his actual one hundred and sixty-
three.

A chuckle escaped him when he thought about Ryan asking if the

diminutive size of his cock had held him back from meeting with him face-
to-face. Sending the picture via his cordless phone had been pure impulse.
If anything, his cock was too big for his body. Not that anyone had ever
complained, but as a connoisseur of all things artistic, Phillip recognized a
lack of symmetry in his body. He’d always felt there was a slight
miscalculation in proportion. But nothing to worry about. Phillip had a
feeling that Ryan would know exactly how to handle a large cock. His
obvious excitement over the fact that Phillip’s penis was uncircumcised
caused a thousand wicked thoughts to fill his mind.

“So many things that we can do together. So much that we can be

together.” But as much as Phillip wanted to rush into Ryan’s life, he knew if
he did, he would lose him. Worse, he knew if he went too slowly, he

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would probably lose him that way, too. Snagging his interest, compelling
his commitment, that was a delicate mating dance. As much as Phillip felt
he was up for the challenge, he also feared failure.

Turning his mind away from worry, Phillip thought it most amusing

when Ryan asked about Phillip’s looks and prick when they both knew his
voice was deep enough to rivet Ryan’s attention. In all his travels, Phillip
had never met a man who had narratophilia. Dirty words, lusty tales, or just
the sound of others having sex aroused Ryan to ejaculatory heights. With
his voyeuristic tendencies, Phillip needed a lover with a compatible kink.
Ironically, exhibitionists didn’t work for him. Pity. There were so many men
who filled that niche. But they bored him. When an exhibitionist knew
someone was watching, they behaved differently. Phillip preferred a pure,
undiluted display. Genuine passion, true pleasure, and a heedless pursuit of
climax despite the consequences was what aroused Phillip.

Tonight, Ryan had exceeded all his expectations. Watching Ryan’s

powerful hips lift to thrust his prick into his fist...Phillip’s grip tightened on
his wine glass. With a deep breath, he forced himself to relax. As much as
he’d wanted to climax in time with the object of his affection, Phillip hadn’t.
Even now, as he stood in his parlor, observing himself critically, his cock
pressed unfulfilled against his trousers. After snapping the picture of his
prick, he’d tucked his cock away and zipped up.

“Waiting is the hardest part.” Swirling his glass, breathing deeply of his

wine, he took another sip.

Phillip had been pleased by the revelation that Danny Jones would be

the leader of the bear-shifting collective, or what was more commonly
called a sloth. Danny would lead with Matthew Edwards at his side. Phillip
had been even more satisfied when Brandon and Derek had twinned. They
were untested, but their bond was strong. Their power vibrated like a low
hum against his nerves. Phillip knew he should wait for the others to pair off
before claiming his own, but he hadn’t been able to wait. Not after
watching what Ryan did on the bus.

There had been a momentary pang of worry when, on the ride up,

Anthony Reed had practically jumped into the seat next to Ryan. One
glance of Anthony’s face made his longing clear. Phillip had turned away,

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unable to watch Ryan with another, but when he’d been unable to stay
away from the monitor, he was relieved to find Ryan chatting with
Anthony, and nothing more. It was clear from Ryan’s expression and body
language he simply wasn’t interested in Anthony in that way. Clearly
disappointed, Anthony had nonetheless stayed in his seat and chatted the
trip away with Ryan.

A shiver ran through Phillip, causing him to tighten his silk smoking

jacket and move closer to the fire. Installing the tiny cameras in the team
bus hadn’t been about feeding his curious sexual bent, but about observing
those he’d selected. Phillip had only hoped to watch them in their element
and confirm they were what he’d hoped they were. All his diligent work
and the expenditure of a fortune had been handsomely rewarded.

Dreams of building a new and more powerful sloth so that he could

express that part of himself again had taken him all over the United States.
And here, in Twin Pines, Colorado, Phillip had not only found his home but
found the men who would rebuild the bear-shifting brotherhood.. At long
last, Phillip was home. The irony of the name Twin Pines in conjunction
with his need to twin to shift into bear form was not lost on him.

Disappointed that he would not lead his men, Phillip had let go of that

irritation to become the man behind the men, the one who maneuvered
them into place so that they would find their partners and ultimately express
their shifter selves.

For now, those who had been tapped for the brotherhood had no

concept of what they would become or why. Phillip knew some, but he
certainly didn’t know everything. He imagined all of them would be terribly
surprised when they were enlightened. But the time for the full revelation
was not at hand. There were only two couples, and they needed more.

Again Phillip berated himself for not having the willpower to wait for his

own twin, but the years of loneliness had finally caught up to him. Waiting
even another week seemed too long.

“Ah, who am I fooling?” Phillip had rushed his claiming because Ryan

Stone was beyond beautiful. As soon as Phillip had seen him, he’d had to
have him. “I would give anything to bond with him and have our souls
twinned.” Phillip knew this as surely as he knew his own name. Moreover,

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he knew the road for all the brothers would be rocky, but if they held fast,
they would emerge on the other side stronger and more assured than any
shifter group in the world. Of that, Phillip had no doubt.

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Chapter 3

Ryan eyed everyone on campus with burning curiosity. He found

himself considering each of his teammates and then engaging them in
conversation to judge the timbre of their voices. So far, he’d failed the
great sexy-voice hunt. Whoever this mysterious Phillip was, he wasn’t
making finding him easy. More and more, Ryan was convinced the man
had plucked the name Phillip out of the air. Desperate, Ryan snagged a
student listing from the pile of papers on the yearbook staff table. He
scanned the pages, but not a soul was named Phillip or anything close.

“Damn.” Ryan tossed the list on the table and left the art room before

anyone realized he wasn’t supposed to be there. Curious and intrigued by
his husky-voiced lover, Ryan wanted to find him and make sure everything
was okay. Last night had been the most amazing experience of his life. His
orgasm seemed to last forever. Ryan had been so lost in his pleasure he’d
not even realized he’d dropped his phone until the last of the shakes
abated. Picking the cell off the floor and discovering Phillip was gone had
caused his heart to hammer in his chest. Had Phillip climaxed? Had he
enjoyed watching Ryan do so? And the most important question—would
he call again?

If last night was all they would ever have, Ryan knew he would go

mad. Lust, longing, and looking would consume him to the point he would
forget everything else in his life.

Whoever Phillip was, whatever he looked like, Ryan had to have him.

And not just over the phone. Ryan hadn’t been interested in anyone in so
long he kept thinking that he’d never find a lover again. Last night had been
so intense he was half convinced he’d hallucinated the entire encounter. All
his efforts to backtrack the phone number got him nowhere.

“Teammate. Ha!”

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Convinced he would likely never hear from his mystery man again,

Ryan hung his head and returned to the main building. As he walked down
what was affectionately called the hall of gratitude, he distracted himself by
looking at the people who were listed. Anyone who had donated money,
goods, or time to the college had a plaque, a picture, or both hanging along
the west wall of the hallway.

Slowing down his ground-eating strides, Ryan began to study the

names of the generous donors in earnest. There were a lot of people listed,
mostly couples with a long family history in the Twin Pines area, but at the
end of the hallway there was one name that caught his eye.

“Phillip Remson.” Up Ryan’s brows went. So far, in all his trips around

campus, this was the first time he’d seen the name Phillip all day.

Checking up and down the hallway, feeling almost like he was doing

something wrong, Ryan moved closer to the plaque. According to the sign,
Phillip Remson had bought the failing school more than thirty years ago. By
a generous trust fund that Mr. Remson created, Twin Pines College was
fully funded well into the next century. The philanthropic Phillip Remson
ensured the school would uphold the highest in educational standards.

Ryan shook his head. His mystery man couldn’t be this Phillip. If he’d

saved the school that long ago, the man had to be well into his sixties or
seventies by now. And there was no way Ryan had talked to someone that
old last night. Not with that voice. And not with that ultrafine cock.

“But maybe old man Remson had a son.” Ryan considered. Lots of

men named their sons after themselves. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a
picture, so Ryan couldn’t even extrapolate what Phillip Remson’s son
might look like.

Ryan flagged down a passing administrative assistant and asked about

the Remson family. He got a shrug and a polite, “Dunno,” in answer.
Determined to run this slim lead into the ground, Ryan left the main building
and went to the library. A few students were scattered around, sitting on
the polished mahogany and leather furniture, but the massive place was
mostly empty since most everyone was at class.

Checking his watch, Ryan realized he only had another hour before his

next class, so if he was going to find out about the Remson family, he had

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to get a move on. Ryan went to the line of computer terminals tucked in the
back room. Dark and kind of spooky, the computer lab seemed a little
unwelcoming. There was a row of moderately modern computers and what
looked like horribly uncomfortable stools.

Finding himself alone, Ryan shook off a case of the creeps. Everyone

had their own laptops, and once Wi-Fi became available campus wide,
hardly anyone used the library’s terminals anymore. But it was faster to
come here than to go back to his room.

Ryan chose the unit farthest in the back. He wasn’t sure why, but he

didn’t want anyone to know what he was up to. If he was wrong about his
hunch, he didn’t want anyone teasing him about looking up the school’s
founder. Ryan could only imagine the taunts if they found out he’d had a
mutual masturbation session with the man over the phone. He shivered. No
way did he talk to some geezer last night.

“No fucking way.”
But there had been something undeniably sophisticated about Mr. Sexy

Voice. He spoke with clear intent and polished English. Almost like a
gentleman from the turn of the century. For some reason, Ryan could not
get the image of the man dressed in high-waisted trousers, a frock coat,
and an elaborate cravat that would draw attention to his eyes, out of his
head.

“I’ve never seen him, yet I’m convinced he has the most riveting eyes.”

Ryan grimaced and tried to contain his obviously irrational thoughts, but it
was like trying to stop himself from climaxing in midjet—wasn’t ever going
to happen. There was something classic and distinguished about his Phillip.

“And I’m going to confirm my suspicions.”
While the computer warmed up, Ryan pulled out his cell phone and

checked that the picture was still there. Yep. So far, that photo was the
only proof he had that something had actually happened last night. Looking
at the man’s cock hardened his, and Ryan adjusted his bulge against his
jeans. That was not the dick of an elderly man. No way.

Once his screen was up, Ryan logged in. High hopes were dashed

rather quickly. He found a few photos of Phillip Remson, but they were
from the local newspaper. Every shot was black and white, blurry, grainy,

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and basically worthless. Just about all Ryan could tell was the man was tall,
had dark hair, and apparently didn’t like to have his picture taken. Much
like the man he’d talked to last night, the details were vague. All he’d found
out from his Internet search was that Phillip Remson owned the enormous
mansion that overlooked the town.

Ryan had seen the lights twinkling above, but he’d never given a

thought to who lived there. Oddly, he’d always found the idea of someone
looking over him from that height almost comforting.

Just as Ryan was about to shut off the computer, he heard a click, and

the room went black.

“Hello?” Without any windows, the computer lab was impossibly dark

but for the glow of his screen.

“You are ever so inquisitive.”
Closing his eyes against the power of that voice, Ryan turned his head

to look behind him.

“Don’t turn around.”
Ryan kept his attention straight ahead. “I want to see you.”
“I know.” Phillip’s voice was kind but stern. “I’m ordering you to keep

your attention on the computer screen.”

The school’s welcome page was decorated in hunter green and rich

black. Whoever designed the website had incorporated the school colors
beautifully, but they didn’t give a lot of illumination. Ryan thought of
disobeying Phillip. He remembered the basic outline of the room. If he spun
around on his stool and reached out, Ryan would have his mystery man in
his arms. All his questions would be answered. But he’d ruin something
special, too. In the end, Ryan decided to trust his gut and do exactly what
Phillip said.

“Very good.” Phillip’s voice was even more unbelievably sexy live.
“Is your name really Phillip?”
“It is indeed.”
“Are you Phillip Remson?”
Such a long stretch of silence greeted his question Ryan wondered if

the man had left. Finally, after what seemed forever, Phillip said, “I am.”

“You’ve got to be at least sixty.” Ryan blurted the comment before he

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had time to stifle himself. “I mean, unless you’re his kid or something. Are
you like junior or the third or—”

What shut his mouth this time was a low vibrating chuckle right in his

ear. Ryan’s dick shot to attention, pressing up against the thick fabric of his
jeans. When he drew a deep breath, the masculine scents of oak, leather,
and pine teased his nostrils. Whatever scent Phillip wore was subtle but
unforgettable.

“Are you worried that I’m an ancient pervert?”
Swallowing hard, Ryan shook his head, which brushed the edge of his

ear against the man’s lips. Soft yet firm, his mouth felt at once wicked and
sensual.

“I was hoping to delay this moment, but you have forced my hand.”
Phillip reached around and placed his hand against Ryan’s lap. Ryan

realized the hand that was oh so close to his throbbing cock was not old or
decrepit or anything but powerful and downright sexy. His was a hand that
knew how to not only take charge, but keep control.

“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Ryan would just have to have some faith that Phillip’s face was

just as attractive as his voice.

“I had planned on a long, lingering seduction, but your curiosity and

luck have preempted my plans.”

“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Phillip chuckled as he smoothed his fingers up to the

waistband of Ryan’s jeans. Tugging against the tab, he popped the button
and then slid down his zipper. “You are impatient, headstrong, and
determined.”

“Are you going to punish me?” Ryan didn’t know why he was asking.

He’d never gotten off on anything like that, but Phillip had that control-
laced voice that simply demanded submission.

“I think I shall.” His rough tone filled Ryan’s ear and caused him to

squirm on the stool. “Stand up and face the wall.”

Ryan did as instructed.
“I want you to expose your cock like you did last night.”
Obediently, Ryan pushed his boxers and trousers down. In the grayish

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light of the computer terminal, Ryan couldn’t really see anything but the
vaguest outline of his cock and balls.

Wrapping his fist around his shaft, Phillip pressed against Ryan’s back,

nestling his cock against his ass. “Do you feel that?”

“Fuck. Yeah.” Phillip seemed to be just a few inches shorter, but his

body was all muscle. The chest that pressed against Ryan’s back felt
hairless and wickedly strong.

“There’s that dirty mouth I so enjoy.” Phillip chuckled. “Normally I

love to watch, but for now I’ll have to settle with tormenting you.”

Firmly, Phillip stroked his fist along Ryan’s shaft. Ryan uttered a moan

that he stifled by clenching his teeth.

“You enjoy being bad, don’t you, Ryan?”
“No—yes—I—”
“Silence.” Phillip leaned into him. “Can you feel my cock pressing

against your ass?”

Ryan nodded.
“Can you feel how big I am?”
“Fuck. Yes.” His cock felt enormous. Ryan wished his jeans would fall

to the floor and Phillip would fuck him right here. Screw finding out what
he looked like. If he was hideous, which Ryan doubted anyway, they could
just fuck with the lights off.

Phillip stopped his strokes and flicked his thumb over the tip of Ryan’s

cock, just as he’d had him do last night.

Clinging to the wall, Ryan struggled to hold still, remain silent, and not

climax.

“I’m going to smear that pre-cum all over your cock.”
A thousand questions filled his mind about why Phillip wanted his cock

slick. Once he had it wet, what exactly was he going to do with it? As
much as he wanted to know, Ryan didn’t ask. He was a quick study, and
he knew how to play this game.

“I want your prick good and slick for my fist.”
More pre-cum pearled at the tip. Phillip expertly flicked his thumb over

and around, drawing the natural lube into the palm of his hand.

“I want you to fuck my fist.”

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Ryan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust his hips forward.

Phillip’s hand remained steady no matter how hard Ryan thrust. Phillip had
to be almost impossibly strong to hold steady against two hundred and
thirty pounds of hip-pumping male.

“That’s it, my beautiful bear. Drill your prick into my fist.”
Ryan almost asked him why he’d called him a bear, but he changed his

mind when Phillip shoved down the back of his jeans and boxers and
pressed his cock against his ass. His bare cock.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” Ryan moaned, hoping like hell this was going the

direction he wanted.

“You like that?” Pressing against him, Phillip stacked his hands, one

atop the other, and held them ready. “Harder. Show me you know how to
fuck. Show me what an animal you are.”

Growling, Ryan braced his hands on the wall, widened his stance, and

bucked into Phillip’s hands with more vigor than he’d ever used before.

“Glorious.”
Strong and steady, Phillip held his fists still as he stroked his heavy

prick up and down the split of Ryan’s bottom. Arching his back only
aggravated his longing to feel that monstrous cock against his hole. Never
had he taken a man that big there, but he wanted to try. God, yeah, he
wanted to do his best.

“I feel what you want, but you’re not ready for me. Yet.”
“Yet?”
Chuckling, Phillip said, “Like I said before, I’ll have to tongue fuck you

for hours to make you ready for me.”

“Fuck.” Ryan couldn’t help it. Everything Phillip said or did—hell, even

the way he smelled—pushed every hot button Ryan had. His balls were so
tight they started to ache, clamoring for climax.

“But I can give you a little taste.”
Ryan stood still, wondering what Phillip would do, and then he knew

when, rather than penetrating him, Phillip slipped his cock between Ryan’s
thighs.

“How does that feel?”
Unable to speak a single coherent word, Ryan growled and redoubled

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his efforts to fuck the hell out of Phillip’s hands. Every thrust he made
caused Phillip’s prick to pump between his inner thighs. The tip of Phillip’s
prick nudged the back of his sac.

“That’s it, become my dirty animal. Fuck, Ryan. I want you to become

the beast that you are destined to be.”

A surge of energy welled up, galvanizing him into action. Harder and

faster Ryan went until he could only imagine he was a blur of movement.
Between his legs, he felt Phillip’s wicked cock slicking up the tender skin
as his movements tugged against his foreskin.

“You’d love to be on your knees sucking at my foreskin, licking at my

cock like it was a perverted treat.”

“Yes, yes.” Desperate to taste him, Ryan’s mouth watered at the

thought of trying to take his girth between his lips. “Please let me suck
you.”

Phillip growled directly into Ryan’s ear. The sound resonated more

strongly here than it had last night.

No matter how Ryan tried to hold back, he couldn’t. “I’m gonna

come.”

With the timelessness of a dream, Phillip released his hands from

Ryan’s cock, pulled his prick out from between his legs, and spun him
around, pressing him into the wall.

In the blue-gray light, all Ryan saw was an indistinct outline of Phillip—

dark hair, pale face, wide shoulders, narrow hips—and then he was on his
knees, drawing Ryan’s cock into his mouth.

Wet heat and powerful suction shocked Ryan silent. He had to press

against the wall to hold steady. Right down to the base, Phillip pulled his
cock into his mouth. With a strangled, gasping cry, Ryan climaxed. Just like
last night, his orgasm seemed to last forever. Cupping his hand to the top of
Phillip’s head, Ryan teased his fingers through silky strands of dark hair as
Phillip sucked down every drop of his pleasure.

Drained, Ryan slumped against the wall.
“Close your eyes.”
Ryan did. The next thing he felt was Phillip pressing against the front of

him, his lips soft against his ear. “Are you all right?”

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“Yes.” Ryan laughed lightly. “Frankly, I’ve never been better.”
“Your taste is sublime.”
Knowing it might anger him, Ryan couldn’t resist turning his head just

the fraction it took to connect his lips to Phillip’s. At first, Ryan worried
Phillip would pull away, but he didn’t. Phillip leaned into him, deepening the
kiss by opening his mouth and teasing his tongue against Ryan’s. Tasting
himself on Phillip caused one last shiver to run through his body.

“I’m sorry, Ryan. I realize now I should have started with a kiss but

was hoping to prolong the mystery.”

“Why?” It was all Ryan could think to ask. Peering at him in the milky

light, even with him this close, Ryan couldn’t make out any details but for
gleaming eyes and the most perfect smile.

“The most potent aphrodisiac is anticipation.”
“No,” Ryan said, reaching down to grasp Phillip’s marvelous prick.

“The most potent aphrodisiac is your voice.”

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Chapter 4

Pleased by Ryan’s sincere compliment, Phillip didn’t even consider

stopping him as he slid down the wall and kissed the tip of his cock.

“You have the biggest, most beautiful prick I’ve ever seen.” Ryan

licked the crown, slicking away the pre-cum with the tip of his tongue.
Never in his life had Phillip witnessed a more pleasing image. What made
this even sweeter was he’d not asked for anything. Ryan only wished to
return to him the pleasure he’d given. And it had been so painfully long.

Ryan swirled his tongue around and then flicked the pointed tip just

under the head.

“Ah, Ryan.” Phillip lowered his hand to the top of Ryan’s head,

luxuriating in the feel of his slightly curly black hair as he wantonly sucked
his cock.

“No instructions?” Ryan asked, glancing up then back to the cock

before him.

“Do you want me to?”
“No. I want you to relax.” Easing him to turn then pressing him

backward until he was against the wall, Ryan smiled up at Phillip. “I have a
feeling that you need to be taken care of for once.” And then he returned
to his leisurely exploration of Phillip’s cock.

Tension eased out of his body as he turned the reins over to Ryan.

Rather than taking him with the fast and furious need with which Phillip had
claimed him, Ryan seemed determined to taunt and tease him into climax.

“So sensitive.” Ryan nibbled along his foreskin, which had Phillip

digging his fingers into the wall to hold steady. “I’ve never been with an
intact man.”

“Never?”
“Never.” Ryan smiled up at him. “You’re my first.”

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Phillip couldn’t help himself from hoping he would also be Ryan’s last.

He didn’t say those words, but the longing must have been clear in the
semidark. But rather than panic and perhaps leave, Ryan’s face turned
very serious for just a moment, and then he returned his attention to
Phillip’s aching prick.

More than a decade had passed since he’d taken a lover. Sadly, since

the man was not his true mate, the encounter was almost shamefully
unsatisfying for both of them. As soon as he’d seen Ryan, Phillip had
known he was the one. Feeling his lips tugging at his cock only confirmed
his supposition. They were destined. Fear, like a slow pour of ice water
down his spine, caused him to shiver. If he lost Ryan, he didn’t know what
he would do. Losing his last mate had almost driven him mad. This time,
Phillip vowed that nothing would harm Ryan.

Cupping his balls into his massive hands, Ryan worked the fingers of

his other hand between Phillip’s legs, pressing against his sweet spot. As
his strong middle finger eased farther back, Phillip’s breathing shortened.
When Ryan’s digit pressed expectantly against his pucker, Phillip growled.
Slowly, inexorably, Ryan inserted his finger as he continued to lavish
attention on his cock and balls.

“I’m close, so close,” Phillip whispered. Looking down, he locked his

gaze with Ryan’s. Parting his lips wide, Ryan drew the head of Phillip’s
cock into his mouth and sucked while thrusting his finger deep. Phillip tried
to keep his eyes open, to watch the expression of pride overtake Ryan’s
face, but the orgasm that gripped him was too intense. Clenching his eyes
closed, Phillip climaxed.

Ready for him, Ryan was there, his mouth and hand and fingers all

working in tandem to milk the climax completely. Ryan didn’t stop until
Phillip was utterly drained. Decades alone, with only his own hands, had
left Phillip ripe for the singular pleasure of another man’s touch. That those
rough and ready hands were those of his mate caused Phillip’s powerful
orgasm to echo throughout his body.

Before he’d recovered completely, Ryan rose and kissed him. This

time, the kiss was sweet, almost shy. Phillip would have wept with joy if
not for the fact tears would surely put Ryan off. Moreover, crying would

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practically demand an explanation Phillip wasn’t ready to give.

For a long time they clung together, kissing and touching, but Phillip

knew they could not remain here much longer. With a reluctant sigh, he
pulled away and dressed himself.

“Why don’t we stay here for a while?” Ryan asked.
“It’s far too risky, and I know you have class.”
Ryan paused in zipping up his jeans. “You know my class schedule?”
Realizing how creepy that sounded, Phillip tried to find a viable reason

for him to know that information.

“How long have you been watching me?” Ryan leveled his gaze. “And

don’t lie to me.”

Strengthening his courage, Phillip realized a lie would ruin everything.

“I’ve been watching you since you arrived on campus.”

“Why?” Ryan seemed more curious than concerned.
As much as he wanted to tell him the truth, Phillip didn’t dare.
Without another word, Ryan walked away.
“Because you’re my twin.”
Ryan stopped but didn’t turn around. “Twin? Like we’re related?”

Given what they’d just done together, the very notion caused revulsion to
twist the handsome right off Ryan’s face.

“Not that kind of twin.” Phillip struggled to find the right words. “It’s

complicated.”

“Explain it to me then.” Ryan sighed. “If you talk slowly enough, I’m

bound to understand.”

“Come to my home tonight. Let me explain everything to you then.”

Phillip’s heart stopped beating as he waited for Ryan’s response. “Please.”

“What time?”
Relief flooded him. “Seven.”
“I’ll be there.”
And Ryan was gone.
Falling back against the wall, Phillip let out a long sigh. If he didn’t tell

Ryan the truth, he would lose him.

“But if I do tell him the truth, I might lose him, too.” Damned if he did

and damned if he didn’t. But more than his possible incredulity at their sloth

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was the painful realization Phillip would have to tell Ryan what happened to
his former twin.

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Chapter 5

Class went by in a blur. Ryan couldn’t stop thinking about Phillip. He

was indeed handsome, even in the odd lighting. He had a perfect prick.
And he had a voice to die for. The only problem was he’d practically been
stalking him. Even now, Ryan glanced around, wondering if there were
cameras in the classroom.

As much as he was flattered, Ryan was concerned. Was Phillip just a

lonely eccentric, or was he maybe a little crazy? And what was with that
whole twin thing? The only kind of twin Ryan knew about was the kind that
would make them relatives, and that they most certainly weren’t. His
parents had two kids, him and his sister, and that was it.

Slipping his phone out of his pocket, Ryan flipped it open, connected

to the school-wide Wi-Fi, and searched for the word twin. And there was
a possible answer. Twin as in being one of a pair. Twin as in two similar
parts joined or connected.

Ryan closed his phone and tucked the device away. If Mr. Leonard

caught him using it during class time, he’d confiscate it. Training his gaze on
the board, Ryan pretended to pay attention, but his mind continued to
chew at the perplexing issue of Phillip, like a dog at a bone.

There had been something drawing them together. As a man of

science, Ryan was loath to admit the truth of that, but he also couldn’t
explain his powerful attraction to a man he didn’t know. Ryan frowned.
Yes, he recognized a deep sexual attraction to Phillip’s powerful voice, but
there was more than that. Something almost...paranormal. Not once in his
life had he engaged in sex like that with a man he didn’t know well. Not
that he hadn’t had an instant attraction, because he had, but even then he
was always careful to use protection. No matter how horny he was, Ryan
didn’t just leap into bed. Hell. With Phillip he’d been so amped up he

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didn’t even bother trying to find a bed.

“Any wall will do,” Ryan muttered.
“Question, Mr. Stone?”
“No, Mr. Leonard.” Ryan pretended to make a note, which allowed

him to avoid Mr. Leonard’s penetrating gaze. He didn’t look up again until
class was over.

Ryan tucked his notes, what few he’d taken, away into his backpack

with his books. He hoped he could snag copies from one of his teammates.
Just about the last thing Ryan wanted do was flunk out during his senior
year. He’d worked long and hard for his degree in chemistry. No matter
what happened, he was going to keep his eye on the prize. Ryan had plans.
Big plans.

“And I’m not going to throw everything away for a man. No matter

how sexy his voice. Or how luscious his cock. Or how his growl resonates
through my body like a primitive, alpha call.” But Ryan knew he was in
trouble when he found himself planning what he would wear and wondering
exactly what Phillip had in mind. Ryan just hoped he was strong enough to
get an explanation first before he was beguiled by the mysterious Phillip
Remson.

* * * *

Ryan’s aging Mustang had barely made it up the steep mountain

incline. Once he was in the drive for the mansion, Ryan uttered a relieved
sigh. Driving back would be a hell of a lot easier since all he had to do was
coast. Thank God he’d gotten new breaks for his classic car, along with
new tires, right before the first snowstorm struck.

Patting the dash, he thanked Blue Bell for getting him where he wanted

to go. Checking out the sweeping drive, he didn’t see an obvious place to
park since there weren’t any other cars, so he parked right in front of the
main entrance. Ryan thought it was unlikely Phillip would have his car
towed.

Nervous, he fiddled with his shirt and double-checked that his khakis

were zipped. He’d worn his favorite leather coat even though snow was

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predicted for later this evening. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to look
good even if he was unsure about Phillip’s motives. As strange as
everything was, he found his belly full of butterflies and his cock semihard
with anticipation.

At the beautiful carved door with stained glass panels, tucked back

under a porch that would protect the wood from the elements, he rang the
bell and waited. After what seemed forever but was probably less than a
minute, an elegant man wearing black answered the door and offered to
take his jacket, but Ryan refused. If things went south, he wanted to be
able to leave in a hurry.

“This way, sir.” Unperturbed by his reluctance to follow protocol, the

butler escorted him through the foyer, which was beautifully decorated in
polished marble, gleaming hardwood, and glittering chandeliers. With his
head high and his steps even, the butler lead him to what Ryan could only
guess was a parlor.

Phillip was settled at one of two wingback chairs that faced a roaring

fire. He stood, smiled, and approached.

Oh. My. God. The man isn’t handsome. He is simply stunning.

Even in the subdued lighting of the room, Phillip’s dark good looks
captured Ryan’s full attention. As much as he wanted to look away and
examine the room, he found he couldn’t. Dark-brown hair cut in a classic
style tapered back from emerald-green eyes. Never had he seen eyes so
riveting. His features were refined, elegant, but manly, and his body was
long and lean, his movements athletic. He wore a custom-tailored suit of
blue so dark it was almost black, and it clung to him like a lover’s caress.

Realizing Phillip had spoken, Ryan blushed and dropped his gaze to the

floor. Suddenly he felt woefully underdressed and totally out of his element.

“I simply asked if you would like something to drink.”
“Yeah.” Ryan almost asked for a beer but thought better of it and

asked for a cognac. He seemed to remember that being a common drink
to have in front of a roaring fire, and it sounded classier than beer.

“Excellent. I shall have one as well. That will be all, Wilkins.”
“Very good, sir.” The butler left the study, pulling the door shut firmly

behind him.

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Once he found himself alone with Phillip, what had seemed a large

room compressed quite suddenly. Even from a distance, Phillip’s
maddening cologne teased his nostrils, and Ryan found his coat suddenly
too hot.

“Here, let me take that for you.”
Ryan closed his eyes as Phillip slipped his coat from his shoulders. This

close, his scent and the timbre of his voice conspired to make him lose all
coherent thought. Screw getting answers. He should grab Phillip and keep
on walking through this mausoleum until he found a bedroom.

“Please, sit.” Phillip extended his hand, his very large and sexy hand

that only a few hours ago had been wrapped around Ryan’s cock, to the
chair on the right.

When Ryan settled into the black chair, the scent of leather enveloped

him. Already in a state of high lust, the smell of warm leather only pushed
him higher. His pants felt way too tight and so did his shirt. Hell, at this
point, even his shoes felt too snug. But he wasn’t about to strip down.

The butler returned with two drinks on a tray, deposited them on the

small table between the chairs, and departed.

Ryan watched as Phillip cupped his drink in his palm and swirled the

liquor around the bulbous glass.

“Where would you like me to start?”
Ryan’s brain misfired, and all he could think of was Phillip starting at

his neck and working his way down. Rather than blurting exactly what was
on his mind, Ryan cupped his glass and managed, “Twins. Why don’t you
tell me about twins.”

Phillip smiled then sipped. “You don’t waste time.”
Matching his movements, Ryan took a small drink and was surprised

by how smoothly the liquor flowed down his throat. Normally spirits made
him wince but not this. Ryan figured the bottle of cognac probably cost
more than his car.

“I should have told you at the start who I was and why I was interested

in you, but I was afraid you would think I was quite mad.”

Ryan couldn’t help it. He grinned. Phillip didn’t talk like anyone he

knew. Most of the guys would say “crazy” rather than “quite mad.” He

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found Phillip’s way of speaking and his mannerisms beyond sexy.

“I’ve amused you.”
“No—yes—I—shit.”
Phillip leaned closer. “What’s wrong, Ryan? Have you decided you

don’t want to hear this?”

“All I can think about is getting your clothes off.” As soon as the words

were out, Ryan shook his head. “I meant to say—”

“Please don’t change that sentiment.” Phillip deposited his glass on the

tray. “All I can think about is removing your clothing, too.” He rose with
fluid grace and offered out his hand.

Debating his options—Ryan could refuse and demand answers, or give

in and have mind-blowing sex and then get answers—Ryan clasped
Phillip’s hand.

Strong, sure, and more than capable, Phillip pulled him almost

effortlessly to his feet. Standing face-to-face, Ryan watched with almost
hypnotized interest as Phillip worked his powerful hands down the buttons
of Ryan’s blue shirt.

“Such marvelous skin.” Phillip eased the edges of his shirt apart with

dexterous fingertips. “Such strength in your form.” Splaying his hands
across his chest, Phillip leaned forward and teased the pointed tip of his
tongue around one nipple. “As soon as I saw you walking across campus,
I knew.”

“Knew what?”
Phillip looked up, his emerald eyes gleaming. “That you were the man I

had been looking for.”

“Yeah?” Ryan was beginning to believe Phillip was exactly what he’d

been looking for as well. His concerns from earlier today seemed to have
departed.

“Absolutely.” Straightening, Phillip then set to work on Ryan’s khakis.

“Ground-eating strides, proudly thrust-back shoulders, and a determined
glint in your wicked azure eyes all proclaimed you my equal.”

Ryan struggled to catch his breath. Phillip’s hands came close to

touching his cock through the fabric of his boxers but not close enough for
his raging hormones.

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“Everything about you speaks of a man just at the cusp of a

tremendous moment in his life.”

Ryan tried to focus on what Phillip was saying, but he couldn’t stop

anticipating where his talented hands were going to go next.

“Confidence mixed with humility, beauty merged with brains, and lust

tempered by a need to find something deeper. You are everything I’ve
craved for the last thirty-five years.”

It was at that moment Phillip cupped Ryan’s shaft through his boxers,

rendering Ryan unable to process his words for a long moment. When they
finally caught up to his brain, Ryan whispered, “Thirty-five years?”

Phillip smiled as he eased Ryan’s boxers down. “Didn’t I mention that

I was older than you?” With the greatest finesse, Phillip stroked his fist up
and down Ryan’s prick. “Perhaps I was remiss in mentioning I’m one
hundred and sixty-three years old.”

Ryan laughed. “And to think I was worried about you being sixty.”
“Obviously you think I’m joking.” Phillip stepped close until their faces

were barely a breath apart. “Tell me the truth, Ryan. When you look into
my eyes, what do you see?”

Looking deep into emerald-green eyes, Ryan saw...forests of towering

pines, crystalline streams, skies so blue the intense color almost hurt. And
then he realized he was seeing all this with eyes that were not his own. A
surge of longing for what he was seeing drew him the barest bit closer to
Phillip. Their lips pressed, and at last he closed his eyes, but the vision
remained. In fact, the vision deepened, intensified, until he swore he was
walking on four legs through the woods. Scents invaded so quickly he
couldn’t put names to them all. Even the smallest blade of grass had a
uniquely identifiable scent. The experience was so richly detailed Ryan
would have fallen into Phillip if he hadn’t caught him and eased him down
into the wingback chair.

“That is what we can be together.” Phillip kissed his way from Ryan’s

ear to his neck as he eased his trousers down. Pausing to remove his
shoes, Phillip continued to pull his pants and boxers down and off until his
butt was bare against the softest leather he’d ever felt. “When we become
twinned, that is the form we can take, and that is the life we can have.”

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“A bear?” Ryan realized that was what he saw in Phillip’s eyes. The

two of them together as the bear. As crazy as it seemed, there was
something to so incredibly blissful about the notion. To be a bear and to
have the unique experience of that form while still retaining his humanity.

“Yes, a bear.” Pushing his legs apart, Phillip angled them up until he

hooked them on the armrests. The gently curved shape held the crook of
his knees comfortably and left him utterly exposed to Phillip. “Together we
can have the most amazing life.”

Ryan opened his eyes just as Phillip lowered his head and licked his

hole. His tongue was wet, hot, and pointed just enough to tease the
sensitive skin with a clear intent of more to come. Much more. What made
everything extra intense was the fact that while he was naked and spread in
the chair, Phillip was still impeccably dressed in his dark-blue suit.

“Fuck.”
Pausing, Phillip met his eyes and said, “That comes later.”
Eyes rolling back, Ryan relaxed to the most thorough and wanton rim

job anyone had ever bestowed on him. Phillip licked and teased and
sucked at his ass with finesse. With all those years under his belt, Phillip
certainly had spent a considerable amount of that time perfecting his
bedroom skills. Not once in his life had Ryan had a lover tease and please
him so completely. It was almost as if Phillip could read his mind. He knew
exactly where and when to touch, to lick, and just when Ryan was frantic
for more, Phillip eased one slick finger inside.

A slew of dirty words exploded in Ryan’s mind, but then the most

wickedly hot thing happened—Phillip whispered all those same raunchy
words against his tight sphincter as he continued to finger him. Between the
words, he worked his magic, rendering Ryan nothing more than a dollop of
flesh in the large leather chair.

Pre-cum gathered at the tip of Ryan’s cock. While he watched, Phillip

reached up and slicked the moisture away, smoothing it down and around
his shaft. All this while he continued to work his finger in and out of his ass
and growled those crude words. Phillip gave new meaning to the term
multitasking.

Moment by moment, Ryan went higher into orbit than he’d ever been

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before, even higher than he’d been with the phone call. Phillip effortlessly
pushed every button Ryan had, and then some. As much as Ryan wanted
to return the favor, he knew Phillip was making him ready. Unlike most of
his lovers, Phillip had no problem putting off his own pleasure to ensure
Ryan’s needs were met first.

One finger became two, and two became three, but there was no pain.

Phillip had eased him into a curious state of relaxed arousal.

“I need to know if you want to bond with me.”
Dazed, Ryan looked down at Phillip’s eager face. As worldly as he

was, there was still a touch of vulnerability in his eyes. Ryan wanted him
with a desperation that was almost pathological. Without asking, Ryan
knew this was a choice he had to be sure of because once they were
connected, there was no undoing that attachment.

Relying solely on his gut reaction, Ryan answered, “I want to bond

with you.” All his fears of being bound to another had fallen away, much
like his clothing. For the first and only time, Ryan felt vulnerable but safe. A
curious combination, but one that he willingly embraced. This was exactly
what he’d been hungering for all those months he spent alone. He wasn’t
picky so much as he was determined to have more than fleeting
encounters.

Anticipatory pleasure spread a smile across Phillip’s face. “I swear I’ll

protect you.” He rose up to his knees and removed his jacket, his shirt,
and then the leather belt around his hips.

Ryan licked his lips as he waited for the revelation of Phillip’s cock.
Ever so slowly, almost tauntingly, Phillip eased the top button apart

then slid the tab down. Ryan swore he heard each individual tooth of the
zipper coming apart. Finally, Phillip’s glorious cock sprang from between
the flaps of fabric. Hard and thick and pulsing with need, Phillip’s cock
seemed bigger tonight than it had today in the library. Ryan gulped,
wondering if he’d be able to take all of him.

“I swear I won’t hurt you.” Phillip opened a drawer in the table

between the chairs and removed a small bottle. While Ryan watched,
Phillip proceeded to lube up his cock until the entire length glistened. The
more he teased his slick fist along the full length of his prick, the more Ryan

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wanted to feel all of it filling him.

“I want to shove my cock in your tight little shitter.” Phillip met his gaze

and flashed him a kinky smile.

Ryan almost climaxed. That word. Hearing that filthy dirty word while

watching Phillip’s lips caress each syllable made Ryan mad with raunchy
lust.

Cupping his fist to his cock, Phillip pressed against Ryan’s pucker,

pushing just enough to hold himself there without guidance. And then he did
the most incredible thing. Phillip leaned over and took the tip of Ryan’s
cock into his mouth.

Ryan’s eyes went wide. As Phillip eased his cock within the tight heat

of his ass, Phillip was also sucking him off. Ryan almost lost his load right
then and there. Truly, Phillip was more talented and flexible than any man
he’d ever met. Ever so slowly, Phillip filled him, all the while swirling his
tongue around the sensitive head of his prick.

Reaching down, Ryan cupped Phillip’s cheek, causing him to look up.

The words that he wanted to speak were stuck in his throat. He was so
overwhelmed he was afraid if he did open his mouth all that would emerge
would be gibberish.

Sensing his distress, Phillip released his cock with a soft pop and rose

up, pressing their bodies closely together.

“Believe me, I understand.” When Phillip kissed him, Ryan knew that

he belonged with Phillip. Together, they were more than they were apart.

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Chapter 6

Phillip understood exactly how emotional Ryan was at this moment. He

was in the same place. Somehow, it felt as if they had been apart for years
and just now returned to one another. In the most bizarre way, he felt Ryan
was his prior lover reincarnated. Phillip knew that was folly. Ryan was
unique. And soon, he would be bound to Phillip forever.

“I’m almost afraid,” Ryan whispered.
Kissing him softly, Phillip murmured, “There won’t be any pain.”
“No, not that, just—I’ve never done anything this intense.”

Vulnerability and longing battled in his beautiful azure eyes, compelling
Phillip to do all that he could to ease Ryan’s concerns.

Merging their mouths again, Phillip held back from going any deeper.

As much as he wanted to claim Ryan in a blaze of thundering pleasure, he
knew that was not what Ryan needed. He’d sworn to seduce him slowly
and give him plenty of time to grow accustomed to not only him but the
idea of their shifting ability. But as soon as he’d gotten him alone, Phillip
had pounced. Pure and simple lust combined with decades of denial had
made him desperate to claim his partner as soon as he could.

“I’ve teased you about being impatient, when I am the one who cannot

wait.” Phillip lifted away from Ryan, determined to slow this down.

“Wait!” Ryan wrapped his powerful legs around Phillip’s waist,

refusing to allow him to withdraw his cock. “I didn’t say I wanted you to
stop.”

“I should.”
“Why?”
“Because you need time to process all of this.”
“I need you.” Using his muscular arms and legs in tandem, Ryan pulled

Phillip down until their chests touched. “Please don’t stop.” Ryan held his

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gaze with the steadfastness of a lifelong lover. “I want you to claim me.”

Reassured, Phillip fell to kissing him. Lips and tongues collided in a

symphony of longing. Without any movement on his part, Ryan pulled
Phillip’s cock deeper within, until Phillip was buried balls-deep. Closing his
eyes against the wicked heat and crushing pressure of Ryan’s snug body,
Phillip tried to stave off his climax, but he knew he wouldn’t last long.

Moving back just a bit, Phillip worked his hand between their bodies

and grasped Ryan’s cock. Judging by the slick coating of pre-cum, Ryan
was as primed as Phillip himself.

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you?”
“I just want you to kiss me.”
Phillip found that he didn’t need to watch anything other than the

expression of pleasure on Ryan’s face. It seemed their kinks had freed
them for this singular moment.

“I want you to ride me, slow and then fast,” Ryan said, easing his grip

upon Phillip’s hips.

Watching his face for any signs of discomfort, Phillip rocked his hips in

a building rhythm. Sweat slicked down their chests, giving him the lube he
needed to rub his belly against Ryan’s prick. Lowering his hands to Ryan’s
hips, Phillip held him steady as he continued to thrust harder, deeper, and
faster.

Ryan clung to his shoulders, his whimpers urging him to dig his knees

into the carpet and rock so firmly against him he moved the enormous
chair.

“Breed me, Phillip.” Ryan’s gaze connected with his. “I want to feel

you come deep inside me.”

It was as if Ryan knew that would bond them together, and perhaps he

did. In all the members of the brotherhood, there was a latent knowing of
their abilities. But to have Ryan speak those words while looking into his
eyes caused Phillip to erupt within his tight channel. Pumping his orgasm
deep within his lover caused a cascade of pleasure over his body until
every nerve was zinging.

Reaching between their heaving chests, Phillip wrapped his forefinger

and thumb around the base of Ryan’s prick, preventing him from climaxing.

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Ryan flashed him an incredulous look until Phillip lifted away then bent

down to suck at the tip of Ryan’s prick while his cock was still pumping
into his ass.

With a strangled cry, Ryan climaxed, jetting his cream into Phillip’s

waiting mouth. He sucked at him and stroked his shaft until he was dry. All
the while, Ryan’s channel milked him until his orgasm abated.

Phillip collapsed against Ryan’s chest as Ryan melted into the chair.

Firelight danced colors around the room and heated Phillip’s backside. At
this moment, he longed for nothing. After so long alone, so long waiting and
wondering when he’d find love again, he’d been rewarded. Ryan was
everything and more than he’d ever dreamed of. Tightening his arms
around him, Phillip swore that this time, no harm would come to his love.
He vowed to move heaven and earth to keep Ryan safe.

Below him, Ryan squeaked.
Lifting up a bit, Phillip asked, “Am I crushing you?”
“A bit, but it’s okay.” Ryan smiled. “I like the intensity of your

embrace.”

“You realize that this is just the beginning.”
“Oh, yeah, I got that.” Ryan glanced around the room. “God, I forgot

where we were. Do you think your butler came back in?”

“He only comes when I call.”
Ryan snickered. “I thought that was only me.”
Chuckling, Phillip asked, “As much as I appreciate my butler, he

doesn’t get those kinds of calls.”

“Good.” Ryan leaned up and kissed him. “I want to be the only man

you place obscene phone calls to.”

“I promise.”
“Hey, that reminds me, how did you get your phone to say

TEAMMATE on my caller ID?”

Phillip lifted one eyebrow. “Who do you think bought the phones for

the team?”

“Ah. I see. And all the games and gear?”
“Guilty.”
“You’ve spoiled the hell out of us.”

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“You’re worth it.” Phillip eased his cock out of Ryan and shivered.
“Do you have a towel or something?” Ryan looked around the study.

“If I sit up, I’m gonna make a mess on your chair.”

Rising, Phillip pulled up his pants and peered down at Ryan, still spread

fairly wide on the chair. “Perhaps I should leave you there so you’re
always ready for me.”

“Naw, you’d get bored taking me the same way all the time.” Ryan

winked. “Think of all the fun ways we can fit our bodies together.”

“Good point.” Phillip moved to his bathroom and returned with a small

towel. Dropping to his knees, he pressed the cloth to Ryan’s bottom and
helped him slide up the chair.

“I’ve never met a man who comes as much as you do.” Ryan pulled

him down for a kiss. “Or a man as flexible as you. How the hell can you
bend like that?”

Chuckling, Phillip said, “It’s a gift.”
“Damn awesome one if you ask me.” Ryan relaxed into the chair. “And

this thing.” He slapped the armrests. “This had to be made for sex.”

“You are incredibly astute.” Phillip settled into the other chair and

cupped his cognac. “I was in Amsterdam when I saw this one.” He patted
the armrest of the chair he sat in. “I fell in love with the design on sight and
knew I had to have another. You’ll notice the one you’re in is slightly lower
to the ground, slightly wider in the seat, with the armrests angled back just
a bit more.”

“It’s like you knew you’d get me in this chair.” Ever so slowly, the

smile faded from Ryan’s lips.

“I promise you, I wasn’t stalking you ten years ago.”
Flashing him a chagrined grimace, Ryan cast his attention to the fire,

and Phillip followed suit. The logs had burned down into coals that radiated
a tremendous amount of heat.

“We can stop this if you wish.” Phillip kept his voice even and his grip

on his glass light. He was afraid to let his true emotions show through. If he
did, he feared he would crush the glass with his bare hands. The urge to
twin to Ryan was so strong he felt his soul tugging almost frantically upon
Ryan’s. Undoubtedly the nexus, Dylan Peterson, felt their clamoring souls

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even down in the valley. As much as Phillip wanted to call Dylan here to
take the last step, he refrained.

“I don’t want to stop this. I’m just overwhelmed.” Ryan picked up his

glass, toying with the liquid without drinking. “I can’t fight this feeling that I
belong to you, which is as comforting as it is terrifying.”

“Because?”
“Because I feel almost like you own me.”
Shocked, Phillip wanted to blurt out a response, but he forced himself

to think beyond the surface of what Ryan had said. Digging deeper, he
realized Ryan’s concern was not that Phillip would strap him down and
keep him like a prize, but that the bonding itself left an indelible mark upon
his soul. Clearly, Ryan wasn’t used to such a strong feeling toward another.

“The bonding feels almost terrifyingly strong.”
Ryan nodded. “It’s almost like I don’t ever want to be more than a few

feet from you.” He sipped his drink. “Just watching you disappear into the
bathroom made my heart pound and my eyes water.”

Ryan’s honest words eased Phillip’s mind. “That’s simply the power of

the bonding. It won’t always be so extreme.”

Ryan nodded, and they sat in companionable silence as they sipped

their drinks.

“So one hundred and sixty-three years, huh?” Ryan glanced over,

running his gaze up and down Phillip’s body. “You look damn good for
your age.”

“Clean living.” Phillip finished his drink and set the glass aside. “Do you

know what a sloth is?”

“A slow-moving tree creature?”
“Yes, but there is another meaning. It’s also the term for a group of

bears.” Phillip paused. “A sloth is what is slowly being built here at Twin
Pines.”

Ryan frowned.
“What?” Phillip asked.
“Nothing. Just—let me get this straight. You’re like, five times as old as

I thought you were. Together, you and I can shift into a bear, and there are
more guys on campus who can also do this neat trick, and together we are

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collectively known as a sloth.” Ryan swirled his drink. “Is that about it?”

There was more, but Phillip thought he probably wasn’t ready for that,

not just yet, at any rate. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“Oh, yeah, it is at that.” Ryan tossed off the rest of his drink.
“Are you upset?”
“Actually, no. What’s killing me is the fact that I actually believe you.

And I don’t know why.”

“Because you know all of this. Deep down in your soul, you have all

the answers to everything. You just need me to remind you of them.”

“Do I now?”
“Yes.” Phillip pointed at his glass. “Do you want another one?”
“I think that might be a good idea.” Ryan looked down. “But I should

probably put my pants on first.”

“No need. I’ll go and get the bottle.” Phillip rose, exited the study,

grabbed the bottle from the bar in the smaller dining room, and returned.
He was disappointed to note that Ryan had put on his pants, but he said
nothing as he poured another dose of cognac into their glasses. “How long
have you played football?”

“Since I was yay high.” Ryan held his hand about four feet off the floor.

“How about you?”

“Since the game first started.”
“Really?”
“Indeed. Well, back then the game was closer to rugby than football,

but it is considered by many to be the first football game.”

“Tell me.” Ryan leaned near.
“It was a chilly November day in 1869. I was twenty-one, working on

my degree at Rutgers.”

Long into the night, Phillip told Ryan about his long association with

football. Telling him this story would keep Ryan in his home, where Phillip
could keep him safe, but it also relieved him from having to tell another
story. Eventually, though, Ryan would ask, and Phillip would have no
choice but to tell him what happed to his first twin.

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Chapter 7

Ryan woke up in Phillip’s arms. He grinned, loving the way Phillip

spooned up to his backside. Finally, a man who was shorter and smaller
than him but had no issue taking charge. Warm and slightly sleepy, Ryan
also realized he was horny as hell. How curious, he thought, given how
thoroughly Phillip had pleasured him last night. And judging by the erection
nestled against his butt, Phillip was wide awake and randy, too.

“Good morning.”
“It’s good so far,” Phillip said, brushing a kiss to Ryan’s ear. “But I

have a feeling we can make this much better.”

“Yeah?”
Rather than answer with words, Phillip rolled him over so he was

facedown on the bed. Ryan heard and felt him moving toward the side, and
then he was back, sliding a pillow under his hips, angling his ass up.

“Spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.” Ryan parted them wide and arranged the pillow so he was

comfortable and completely displayed for Phillip.

“Perfect.” Phillip eased a slick finger between his cheeks and then

teased the sensitive flesh of his anus.

Keeping his eyes closed, Ryan luxuriated in being taken care of. Phillip

had no qualms about control, and Ryan had none about letting go.
Everything Phillip did excited him. Even the fact that he was utterly silent
this time was a turn-on.

After a moment, Ryan felt the slick tip of Phillip’s cock pressing against

his ass. Arching up, he angled his bottom to better take the thick width and
long length of his lover’s prick. Phillip eased the knob inside and stopped.
His breathing was labored and rushed over Ryan’s back. Almost achingly
slow, Phillip slid the rest of his prodigious length home.

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When he was balls-deep, they sighed in simultaneous pleasure.
Phillip eased down onto Ryan’s back but kept most of his weight on

his arms. And then he began to pump. His rhythm was slow and steady,
like the drumbeat of an ancient song, one that built up into a pace that was
one shade shy of frantic.

Clinging to the mattress, Ryan dug his fingertips in, bracing himself for

the full power of Phillip’s thrusts. When he whimpered in animalistic cries
that matched the beat, Phillip growled and increased his pace. Ryan
surrendered completely, angling his ass up to accept his lover’s violent
possession. Clearly determined to claim him completely, Phillip gripped his
hips, held him down, and poured his prick into him with everything he had.

Against his best efforts to stave off his release, Ryan climaxed, which

tightened him around Phillip’s cock.

Phillip howled with the strength of his orgasm. He lost his steady pace

and just buried himself in Ryan, his cock twitching deep inside, and then he
collapsed on top of him.

Gasping, they lay entwined for a long time. And then Ryan couldn’t

help himself. He chuckled.

“What?” Phillip asked, kissing his neck.
“That’s the way to start the day.” Ryan turned his head and kissed

Phillip awkwardly over his shoulder. “Now I know how you stay in such
fabulous shape.”

“If only.” Phillip kissed his ear and whispered, “But I promise to make

this a part of our workout regimen if you’d like.”

“Hell yeah I’d like that.” Ryan sighed. “But you’re the one getting all

the cardio, not me.”

“We can switch off.”
“Really?” Ryan considered. Most guys either liked to give or receive.

He preferred to receive, but he wouldn’t mind giving on occasion. “You’d
let me top you?”

“Let you? Why, I’d be willing to serenade you, feed you, and even ply

you with fancy liquor.”

Ryan chuckled. “Give me a few more minutes, and all you’ll have to do

is suck me until I’m hard.”

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“I can do that.”
They rolled until they were back in their original position, with Phillip

against his backside, and they dozed again.

“Ah, damn, what time is it?” Ryan realized today was Thursday, and

that meant he had a class at eight. It was the only early class he’d taken this
semester.

“It’s seven thirty.”
“I hate to do this to you, but I’ve got to go.”
“No. Stay.” Phillip wrapped his powerful arms around him and

squeezed.

“As much as I’d like to, I need this class credit.” Ryan rolled over and

faced Phillip. “But I swear, as soon as classes are over, I’m back.” He
kissed him passionately. “You better have your sweet ass ready for me.”

From the look he was giving him, Ryan knew Phillip wanted to argue

the point. He wanted him to stay here and spend the day in bed. Phillip
didn’t have to speak a word when the truth was perfectly clear. But it was
also apparent to Phillip that Ryan took his schooling seriously. Blowing off
one class would be the slippery slope into blowing off all his classes.

Obviously reluctant, Phillip grudgingly admitted, “I love your

determination.”

Ryan’s eyebrows rose. He sensed Phillip had almost said he loved him

but had changed his mind at the last moment. He wasn’t offended. Even
though he felt it, too, Ryan agreed it might be a little too soon to speak
those thoroughly intense words. So he smiled and said, “And I love that
you are so understanding.”

“That I am. I’ll even rummage up some breakfast while you shower.”
Even though it was pushing it time wise, Ryan showered. He didn’t

want to stumble into class late, reeking of sex. When he emerged from the
shower, he found a towel and his clothing neatly folded. Phillip had
thoughtfully provided clean boxers and socks along with Ryan’s shoes.
Ryan dressed and then made his way down to the foyer, where Phillip was
waiting with something that smelled heavenly.

“This is Wilkins’s version of a breakfast burrito.”
“You’re going to spoil me.”

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“Good.” Phillip kissed him, handed him a napkin-wrapped nosh, and

then helped him slip on his jacket. “The car is waiting outside.”

“The car?”
“I’m not letting you drive that deathtrap down this mountain after a

snowstorm.”

“It’s fine, Phillip. New tires and brakes.”
“I insist.”
“So do I.”
Phillip frowned. “It’s icy, Ryan.”
“I know that. But I’m certain the road has been plowed by now.”
“Yes, but—”
“No buts.” Ryan sighed. “You had no problem with me driving up

here.”

“That was before—” Phillip cut himself off.
“Before what?” Ryan was late, but this could become an issue between

them. Phillip obviously had a shitload of money, but Ryan didn’t want him
thinking that made him the boss of everything. He loved his kinky alpha
twin, but there had to be a clear line between the bedroom and the rest of
the world.

“Before we bonded.”
And then Ryan understood. That same gnawing fear that had gripped

him last night when Phillip left the room was possessing Phillip now.

“Just because I want you to dominate me in the bedroom doesn’t mean

you can do it everywhere else, okay?”

Phillip grimaced. “It’s not that.”
Ryan sensed that Phillip’s need to protect him went far deeper, but he

simply didn’t have time to get to the bottom of the issue now. “I’m going to
class, like I have a hundred times. I’m driving my car, just like I have a
thousand times. I’ll be fine.” Ryan could see it took a tremendous effort,
but Phillip nodded. “I’ll tell you what.” Ryan tugged on the belt of Phillip’s
robe until they were nose to nose. “I’ll call you when I get to class. Okay?
That way you’ll know where I am and that I’m safe.”

This time, Phillip flashed him a genuine smile. “I’d appreciate that.”
“No problem.” Ryan kissed him, softly at first, but then the kiss got a

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little out of hand, and he almost dropped his breakfast. “Damn, you are
very good at that.”

“Promise me you’ll call.”
“I promise.” Ryan crossed his heart by dragging his finger over his

chest. “As soon as I get to class.”

“As soon as you get to campus.”
“Okay. When I get to campus.”
Phillip seemed on the verge of saying something, but apparently, he

changed his mind.

Ryan strode to the door, turned and waved, then made his way to his

car. It was exactly where he’d left it, and someone, perhaps the butler, had
thoughtfully shoveled and salted the walk and brushed all the snow off his
car. Ah, yeah, having servants kicked ass.

Luckily, the storm hadn’t been that bad. From what Ryan could tell it

had only dropped about three inches. And the sun was out, blazing all
bright and cheery. Frankly, Ryan could not remember starting a day in a
better mood. He felt fantastic.

Sliding into the classic Mustang, Ryan patted the dash and said, “This

is nothing, right, girl? Old Blue Bell can get through this easy.” He turned
the key, and she purred to life. “Good girl.” After giving her a few minutes
to warm up, and time to devour the breakfast nosh that he wished he had
three of, they were off. Just as he was about to exit the drive, he
remembered to fasten his seatbelt. No reason to tempt the fates.

As Ryan had predicted, the roads were indeed plowed. In the parts

where there was shade, he slowed considerably, anticipating ice, but
everything was clear. The roads were wet, but there wasn’t a buildup of
slush or snow. He relaxed his grip on the wheel. It was just the jitters.
Phillip was nervous and protective. Ryan wasn’t angry. In a way, it was
kind of sweet. He’d never had a boyfriend be so caring.

At the end of the long downhill street that led into town, he stopped at

the four-way stop. When he checked his watch, he realized that he had
fifteen minutes to make his eight-o’clock class.

“Plenty of time.” He signaled and then turned left.
Ryan never knew what hit him.

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Chapter 8

Phillip watched as the second hand swept around the face of the

grandfather clock. He looked to his watch, confirmed the time, and then
paced across the parlor again. Ryan should have made the campus by
now. No matter how he tried to tell himself he was being ridiculous, that he
was simply projecting his concerns about his prior twin onto Ryan, Phillip
felt in his gut something was wrong. He considered calling Ryan’s cell, but
he didn’t want him to answer if he was driving.

As he paced a path in the wool carpet, Phillip wished he’d followed his

gut and had Dylan Peterson, the nexus of the bear-shifting brotherhood,
come to his home and twin them last night. If he had, Phillip and Ryan
would be able to communicate telepathically. Phillip would know exactly
where Ryan was and if he was safe.

Phillip had showered, dressed, and ate a hurried breakfast, more to

distract himself than anything else. He just couldn’t shake a feeling of
impending doom. Flipping on the television, he noted the local weather was
predicted to be cold but sunny, with all the snow melted off the streets by
midday.

At exactly fifteen minutes to eight, his heart lurched, his gut twisted, and

his blood ran cold. Phillip tried to call for his driver, but he couldn’t catch
his breath. Thankfully, Wilkins entered the parlor, saw his distress, and
understood his gasping commands. In short order, Phillip was in the back
of his town car, heading into Twin Pines with his driver navigating the
hairpin turns.

Each corner they rounded caused Phillip to lean forward, dig his

fingertips into the seat, and peer through the windshield. When the road
and the surrounding land appeared unblemished, he settled back with a
sigh, only to have his heart in his throat at the next turn. Mile after mile

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ratcheted up his tension to the point his fingernails left permanent dents in
the leather of the seatbacks. Just when he thought he might have been
wrong, they came to the end of the mountain pass.

Flashing lights, several police cars, orange cones, flares, two wreckers,

a massive truck, and what was left of a blue Mustang made a confusing
mess along the highway. Phillip had never seen such a metal-crunching
accident. Despite the confusion, there was no mistaking Ryan’s
automobile. The blue Mustang looked worse than a mangled paper cup.
The only salvation he could find was that there was no body inside the car
and none along the roadside. Since a white sheet covered what he could
only imagine was a body in the truck, Ryan had to be in the lone
ambulance.

“What do you want me to do, sir?”
Phillip was in a state of shock, unsure what he should do, but when the

ambulance pulled away, he said, “Follow them.”

Skilled in driving in all kinds of conditions, his driver paced the

ambulance at a safe distance while obeying all the traffic laws. The last
thing Phillip wanted was to be stopped for some infraction and delayed
from being at Ryan’s side. From the direction they traveled, it was obvious
they were headed to the hospital in Denver. Not good. That must mean
Ryan’s injuries were too serious for the local hospital. But then the
ambulance changed course and accelerated toward Our Lady of Grace
Hospital that serviced the Twin Pines area.

Phillip flipped open his phone and called the police chief. He cashed in

just about every favor he had to find out that it was indeed Ryan in the
ambulance. His condition was grave, and he was being taken by helicopter
to Denver. That’s why the ambulance had altered course.

Disconnecting from that call, Phillip placed another and had his driver

change direction. If things were as bad as he feared they were, he had only
one choice.

As awkward as the conversation was, Phillip kept his ultimate goal in

mind. He simply could not save Ryan alone. In short order, Phillip had
convinced Danny Jones to gather the members of their sloth. Phillip sent a
limo to collect the five of them and had them taken to the small local

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airport. After brief introductions, they boarded his private jet and took off
for Denver.

Phillip, Danny, and Matthew settled at the table. Brandon Sanders and

Derek Simmons sat directly behind them, and Dylan Peterson sat across
the aisle from them.

Even though it was clear the men were curious, they respected his

anguish over Ryan and refrained from pelting him with questions. Instead,
they settled in and talked quietly amongst themselves.

Normally Phillip flew alone in his private jet, but this was exactly what

he needed. Phillip felt buoyed by their closeness. It had been a very long
time since he’d felt the unique bond of a sloth. Even though he and Ryan
were not full members yet, that didn’t seem to matter to them.

“I wanted to thank you,” Danny said, reaching across the table to grip

Phillip’s hand.

“For?” Danny’s grip was surprisingly strong. He met Phillip’s gaze with

forthright and deeply honest brown eyes.

“All you’ve done to bring football to Twin Pines College. My

understanding is you funded the entire venture from uniforms to buses.”

Danny’s gratitude was honestly conveyed, and the other men around

nodded in agreement.

“You’re all very welcome.” Phillip squeezed Danny’s hand and let go.

He was afraid if he didn’t, he’d be clinging to him all the way to Denver.

“It’s okay. Sometimes we all need someone to hang on to.” Danny

grasped his hand. “I think Ryan would be okay with me standing in for
him.”

Tears gathered in his eyes, blinding him to everything around him.

Silently, Danny moved to the seat beside him, cupped Phillip’s head to his
shoulder, and held him. Phillip wasn’t sure how long he sat simply holding
Danny’s hand and absorbing his calm strength. Again he realized Danny
was a true and valiant leader. Exuding tranquil power, Danny refused to let
Phillip isolate himself or wallow in his pain.

“Misery shared is misery lessened.”
Across the table from them, Danny’s twin, Matthew Edwards, nodded

his agreement with what Danny had said. The linebacker’s enormous body

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barely fit in the luxury seat, but Matthew didn’t seem to care. Matthew
seemed far more concerned with helping Danny help him. Phillip sensed
their commitment, although new, was incredibly strong. And if anyone
understood his fears, Danny and Matthew would. Danny had been
attacked by a mysterious group of men and killed. It was by twinning their
souls and shifting into bear form that Matthew had been able to save
Danny. Phillip was hoping to duplicate their success.

Brandon and Derek seemed just as committed to one another, but they

had not shifted into bear form. Phillip knew by the way their energy
resonated with his body they were untried. Some twins only discovered
their shifting power when one was threatened, some twins were able to
shift on a whim, and some couples never shifted at all even though the
ability was there. Phillip had never uncovered the reasons for the variations.
He might have, if his original sloth had not spread far and wide across the
United States. Although, that curious question hardly mattered now. Phillip
sensed he was only focusing his attention there to keep from falling into
crushing despair over Ryan.

“We’ll get through this.” Danny released his hand and handed him a

tissue. “You’re not alone this time.”

After wiping his face, Phillip looked up. “How did you know?” He’d

never told anyone about losing Richard. Not even Ryan knew.

“I can feel your hurt.” Danny placed his hand on his chest. “Right here

in my heart.”

“Richard was everything to me.”
“What happened?” Danny shook his head. “Never mind. You don’t

have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s all right. I think that’s part of why my fear with Ryan was so

intense. I never told anyone after Richard was gone. Well, frankly, there
wasn’t anyone to tell. No one who would believe me, at any rate.” Phillip
took a moment to compose himself. “Richard and I met at Rutgers. He
was simply stunning, like Ryan. Intelligent, athletic, and so driven. Richard
wanted to do something with his life, something beyond what we had with
the sloth.”

“You had a sloth similar to what we’re building now?” Danny asked,

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clearly intrigued.

“Yes. But after college, the members of the sloth separated. We saw

each other occasionally, and then I lost track of them. None of us really
knew what the purpose of our group was. When I took the time to look
them up, I found out Richard and I were the only pair left.” That had been
a tremendous shock. “We had grown so far apart that I sensed nothing
when they passed.”

“I’m sorry.” Danny offered him a bottle of water, which Phillip

gratefully took.

“Thank you.” Phillip opened the water and drank about half before he

continued. “Richard and I traveled all over the world doing whatever we
could to bring educational opportunities to underprivileged students.
Richard was always a teacher at heart. And he cared so much.”

Danny didn’t ask the obvious question, but Phillip answered anyway.

He had never told anyone about that day. Phillip kept it all to himself,
ashamed that he’d been unable to save his twin.

“Richard and I were at the Thammasat University in Bangkok in

October of 1976. Students from all over Thailand were demonstrating
against Field Marshal Thanom Kittikachorn, a former military ruler,
returning to Thailand.”

“I’m sure that didn’t go over well with the powers that be.”
“Not at all.” Phillip paused, remembering how furious the authorities

had become. “The deputy director of the national police ordered an assault
and authorized free fire on the campus, including students and protesters.
By the official count, forty-six people died in the attack. People were shot,
beaten, and their bodies mutilated.”

“My God.” Danny’s face blanched. “They had no protection?”
“None. It was one-sided, vicious, and completely unnecessary. I knew

Richard was hurt, I felt him dying, but in the chaos, the confusion, I
couldn’t get to him. Worse, I couldn’t shift with him.” Just speaking of that
day brought everything rushing back. “I found him, what was left of him,
three days later.”

“I am so profoundly sorry for your loss.” Danny wrapped his arm

around him, and Phillip was amazed how comforting that simple gesture

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was.

“Since that day I vowed to never, ever feel that impotent again.

Everything I’ve done, the world that I’ve built, has been about protecting
myself. And then I realized what I had in fact done was isolate myself. I
knew I couldn’t live alone anymore.”

“That’s why you bought Twin Pines College.” Danny’s fingertips

smoothed soothing circles on Phillip’s shoulder.

Phillip nodded. “So many wonderful minds have been educated in

those hallowed halls. I wanted to continue the tradition, in honor of
Richard. He believed most firmly in the power of education.”

“You’ve been alone since you lost Richard?”
“Thirty-five years to the day.” He chose not to mention the brief and

bitter liaison, as there was no point. Neither he nor that man had climaxed.
In the common vernacular, their liaison had been an epic failure.

“Thirty-five years?” Danny’s eyes went wide.
“Richard was killed on October 6th, 1976.”
“But that would make you at least fifty.” Matthew realized he’d spoken

aloud. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m actually one hundred and sixty-three.”
Matthew’s mouth dropped open, but Danny wasn’t startled by the

information. Phillip sensed that as the leader of the newly formed sloth,
Danny was privy to more details than the other members were.

“I didn’t know this shifting thing gave us eternal life.” Brandon stood up

and leaned over the back of Matthew’s chair. His black hair contrasted his
pale skin beautifully. As the quarterback, he exuded confidence, but he
wasn’t the least bit narcissistic. Given his home life, it was no wonder to
Phillip that Brandon was a remarkably sensitive young man.

“I’m going to be able to bang this beautiful body forever?” Derek

stood up and wrapped his arm around Brandon. Platinum-blond hair
complimented his richly bronzed skin. Together, he and Brandon made a
stunning couple. East Coast preppy meets California surfer.

“Derek!” Brandon slapped his arm.
“It’s quite all right.” Phillip chuckled. “I assure you I’m familiar with the

raging lusts of twinned couples.” Phillip smiled, thinking back to how even

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when Ryan had been full of questions, he’d put them off to have sex first.
At the time, Phillip had been relieved. He was afraid if he told Ryan
everything he might lose him. Phillip realized now that telling Ryan might
have offered him some insight or protection. Or maybe he was just
Monday-morning quarterbacking his own life. If he had only one regret
other than not tackling Ryan to make him stay, it was that he’d not made
love to him this morning. Not that their rousing fuck had been
disappointing, just that Phillip wished he’d expressed the depth of the
feelings in his soul.

“It would be nice if my twin had a bit more decorum.” Brandon flashed

Derek a disapproving frown, but it was obvious he wasn’t really upset. If
anything, he found Derek’s bold, uninhibited style as refreshing as Phillip
did. Derek was as open and breezy as a summer’s day, and twice as hot.
As the center for the team, he seemed to fill that role in the sloth as well.
His easy way and jocularity centered the entire group.

“Wait, if all the members of the other sloth are dead, then that means

we’re not immortal.” Matthew leaned across the table, and Phillip noticed
that Dylan, the nexus of the group, leaned closer, too.

“We’re not immortal. We can and do die. After a hundred years, the

small group of us succumbed to accidents.”

“No disease?”
“No. We don’t seem to get sick or carry any illness. But we are

physically vulnerable.”

“So if I bite someone, I can’t make them a bear shifter?” Derek asked.
“And just whom, pray tell, are you planning on biting?” Brandon gave

him the inquisitive brow of a smitten and possessive male.

“No one in particular.” Derek tightened his arm around Brandon. “I’m

just curious.”

“We don’t work like that.” Phillip took another sip of his water.
“Right,” Danny agreed. “We’re not vampires.”
Phillip found their curiosity and playful banter a blissful distraction from

worrying about Ryan. Without them here, he knew he’d be on the phone
trying to glean whatever information he could, even though there was
nothing he could do until they landed in Denver.

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“Why football?” Derek asked, clearly trying to move the conversation

away from death and dying.

Phillip smiled. “I brought football to Twin Pines to recreate the

environment I had in college.” What he didn’t tell them is that he’d hoped
to find another partner. And he had. But as swiftly as they’d come
together, fate took Ryan away. Maybe Phillip was doomed to be alone.
He’d had one twin, and that was all he was allowed. But Phillip just didn’t
think fate could be so cruel.

“All is not lost, Phillip.”
As much as he wanted to believe Danny, there was an empty spot in

his heart. “I don’t think I can go through that again.”

“The difference this time is you won’t be alone.”

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Chapter 9

It took a tremendous amount of wrangling and some incredibly devious

subterfuge to work their way into Ryan’s hospital room, but luckily for
them, Derek was a master of finagling his way into places where he wasn’t
supposed to be.

“I’m not a criminal, nor do I look like one, but I occasionally play one

on TV.” Derek grinned as he ushered everyone inside.

“My God.” Phillip had to steel himself against what he saw. Tubes and

wires flowed from Ryan’s body to a plethora of machines. Ryan’s face,
what little he could see under the bandages, was covered with bruises and
cuts. It seemed only his mouth and his right hand had survived the accident
unscathed.

“At least he’s breathing on his own.” Dylan read over Ryan’s chart and

frowned.

“What?” Phillip asked even though a part of him didn’t want to know.
“It’s bad.” As a premed student, Dylan knew what he was talking

about. “His brain activity is minimal.” Dylan looked up. “I’m sorry to be
blunt, but—”

“No, I need to know.” Phillip wanted the truth. “Coddling me now

serves no purpose.” He paused for a moment. “Can you twin us?”

Dylan lowered his head and pretended to study the chart, but Phillip

sensed he didn’t want to answer that question.

“Tell me the truth.”
Clearly reluctant, Dylan met Phillip’s gaze. “I don’t know what will

happen, but my gut is telling me that this is not a good idea.”

“You twinned me to Danny, and he was dead.” Matthew wrapped his

arm around Danny, giving him a sideways hug and reassuring himself that
his love was okay.

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“That was different. Danny had literally drawn his last breath when you

entered the back of the equipment truck. I twinned you within seconds of
his passing.”

“But Ryan isn’t dead.” Phillip reached out and clasped Ryan’s hand.

His flesh was warm, but there was no reaction to his touch.

“Not technically, but his brain function...” Dylan sighed. “I can’t

confirm he’s capable of higher functioning.”

“And?” Phillip sensed there was something Dylan wasn’t saying.
“And I don’t feel the tugging of his soul.” Dylan hung the chart back on

the notch at the end of the bed. “When two souls are ready, I feel them
tugging at me, like a strong undertow.” He frowned, clearly frustrated he
couldn’t describe the sensation. “Last night I knew you two had bonded
because I felt your souls seeking to twin, but right now I don’t feel anything
at all.”

“Are you saying Ryan’s soul has left his body?” Phillip looked down at

Ryan as if he could see something there that would indicate such a change
had occurred.

“I’m saying I don’t feel the tug. That could mean his soul is gone, or...”
“Or?” Phillip prompted.
Obviously reluctant to speak, Dylan softly said, “Or perhaps the

chance for twinning has passed.”

The very idea struck Phillip almost like a physical blow. Phillip blamed

himself for having the opportunity in his hands but allowing the moment to
slip by because he’d simply wanted to bed Ryan again. Had he been able
to control himself, he could have twinned with Ryan last night.

“It wouldn’t have changed anything,” Danny said. “I can feel you

beating yourself up over this, when you shouldn’t. Even if Dylan had
twinned you two last night, there’s no sense to the notion that twinning
would have changed anything about his accident.”

Phillip knew Danny was right, but blaming himself came so easily when

he’d done it for years over Richard.

“There’s a time limit to twinning?” Derek asked.
“I’m not saying that.” Dylan looked beyond frustrated. “I’m saying I

don’t feel what I normally feel when you guys bond.”

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“Well,” Danny said, “then I think we need to do something different.”
“Like what?” Matthew tightened his grip on Danny, almost as if he

were afraid he would run off if he let him loose.

“My gut is telling me to try to pull his soul back to his body.” Danny

cast his brown-eyed gaze on each of them, almost as if he weighed and
measured them for the plan he was formulating. “There’s only one catch.”

“And that is?” Phillip asked, dreading the answer.
“If I’m wrong, it’s going to hurt all of us very badly if Ryan dies.”
“It’s going to hurt anyway,” Brandon said softly. “Not just because of

losing him to the sloth, but losing him as a teammate.”

“And a friend,” Derek noted.
“I mean more than that.” Danny briefly explained his idea.
Dylan shook his head. “I don’t think that’s wise, Danny. All of you

would be connected.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” Danny didn’t sound angry but

curious. As the leader, he didn’t just blindly dictate to the others. He was
thoughtful and respectful of their opinions.

“While the idea sounds all ‘Kumbaya’ and holy on the surface, it might

become totally unmanageable.” Dylan crossed his arms over his muscled
chest. “You’re talking about linking the six of you. I don’t know what that
would be like, mentally, I mean. And if it fails...”

“So rather than just Matthew and I being able to communicate, all of us

will be able to mentally communicate?” Danny considered the idea
carefully.

“Maybe.” Dylan shrugged. “I really don’t know what will happen if I

do the twinning thing with multiple people, especially already twinned
couples.”

“When you twin a couple, do you merge with them?” Derek asked.
“No.” A look of sadness darkened Dylan’s face. As the nexus, he was

destined to be alone. “At the time of the twinning, I feel your souls passing
through mine to merge. It’s—unbelievably erotic.” Dylan ducked his head.

“So you get a big stiffy?” Derek asked.
Brandon frowned at him, but then a tiny smirk twisted his lips.
“Hey, I’m just asking what everyone else was thinking,” Derek

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defended.

“Yes, I get an erection.” Dylan sighed and stared hard at the linoleum

floor. “Can we talk about something else?”

“I’m willing to try.” Danny moved around the bed to stand beside

Phillip.

“I’m in.” Matthew joined them.
“And what if by doing this you put your twinnings in jeopardy?” Dylan

met Phillip’s eyes then looked away. “I’m sorry, Phillip, but I have to say
what I think, or I’m not doing my job as the nexus.” After another deep
breath, Dylan finally met Phillip’s gaze. “Are you willing to risk everyone to
save Ryan?”

“No.” Phillip didn’t want to hurt anyone. “It’s bad enough that we lost

our chance. I don’t want to take that away from everyone else.”

“Do you know for a fact this will happen?” Danny placed his hand over

his heart. “I don’t feel that will happen, Dylan.”

Dylan shook his head. “I don’t know what I feel.”
Danny gave Phillip a sympathetic glance then drew Dylan aside. Even

though he kept his voice low, Phillip heard what Danny was saying to
Dylan. Danny expressed his concerns that Dylan was resisting the notion
because of his beliefs that he would be alone after twinning everyone else.
Phillip thought it was unbelievably kind that Danny swore he would find
someone for Dylan.

“And we won’t let you suffer after this.”
Dylan frowned at Danny. “What does that mean?”
“We’ll take care of your stiffy.” Derek didn’t shout, but his boisterous

voice carried clearly.

“Oh, good lord. I’m not worried about that.” Dylan blushed all the

way to the top of his bald head. Even the edge of his ears turned crimson.

“I don’t want to put the rest of you at risk.” Phillip wanted Ryan with a

desperation that was crushing, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt
others in pursuit of his twin. When he looked down at Ryan, he didn’t think
Ryan would want anyone hurt to save him, either.

“I’m willing to take that risk.” Danny clapped his hand to Phillip’s

shoulder. “If we start doing this and the energy is too intense or any bad

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feelings—”

“What if we can’t stop?” Phillip squeezed Ryan’s hand. He almost shot

out of his skin when Ryan squeezed back.

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Chapter 10

“I can feel his soul now.” Dylan moved to the bedside and gripped

Ryan and Phillip’s joined hands.

“Can you feel if he wants this?” Phillip didn’t want to make Ryan do

anything he didn’t want to do. As much as he loved him, and as much as he
wanted to be together with him, he couldn’t dictate matters of the heart.
Ryan had to want this for him to continue.

Ryan gripped his hand so hard it hurt.
“There’s your answer.” Dylan plastered his lips against Phillip’s,

drawing his breath away. Dylan then leaned gingerly over Ryan and
breathed into his mouth.

Over and over Dylan kissed and breathed between the two of them

until Phillip was dizzy. Clutching the edge of the bed with one hand, he kept
the other firmly joined with Ryan’s hand.

“I can’t quite reach him.” Dylan redoubled his efforts.
Phillip felt the edge of Ryan’s soul brushing against his. Bright,

beautiful, but the contact was too brief for him to entwine fully with him.
Frustrated, Phillip didn’t know what he could do to make the twinning
work.

“Here, let me help.” Danny moved close and leaned into Dylan.
Dylan drew a deep breath from Danny, blew it into Phillip, and then

took it back and blew the air into Ryan. As the breath filled his chest,
Ryan’s entire body seemed to visibly tighten.

Phillip reeled with the influx of energy when the breath came around

again. Now it was as if Ryan’s soul was brushing his fingertips. He could
almost grasp a hold of him. So close and yet so far.

“I’m here, too.” Matthew joined in on the next round, and this time

Ryan shivered uncontrollably.

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When the breath came around to him, Phillip understood Ryan’s

reaction. So much energy filled him he felt able to run a marathon. Or two.
Hell, maybe even three. His fingers and toes tingled with power. Now
when he reached out, Ryan’s soul filled his hands, and the first small
blushes of twinning started on the edges.

“I can feel him trying desperately to twin, but we need more energy.”

Dylan turned, and both Brandon and Derek stepped forward. The six of
them formed a rough circle around Ryan’s bed.

Each breath they shared increased the energy until Phillip practically

vibrated. And then Ryan’s soul flowed into his. The shock of his pure,
clean brightness, the almost-crisp newness of his intangible soul merging
with his almost dropped Phillip to his knees. Rather than speaking of love,
he felt Ryan’s love flowing over him, completing him. And then, to his
shock, when their souls were fully twinned, Phillip climaxed.

A chorus of growls filled his ears. Phillip realized all the men in the

circle had orgasms right along with him. When he managed to pry his eyes
open and looked down, he realized that Ryan had climaxed, too.

“That has never happened.” Dylan clung to the side of the bed, his face

suffused with blood.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Danny said, looking at the wet spot on the

front of his jeans. “All of us went off.”

“I didn’t just go off. I filled my pants with creamy goodness.” Derek

laughed lightly. “Hell, I came so hard I think I filled yours.” Derek cupped
his hand over Brandon’s crotch.

“You are so twisted, but I still love you.” Brandon laughed and leaned

into him.

“I can feel him pulling on me to shift.” Prickles and what he could only

describe as a second skin of static electricity stiffened every hair on
Phillip’s body.

“Pull him toward you.” Dylan touched Phillip’s shoulder. “That bed

won’t support your weight as a bear.” Dylan quickly removed the medical
gear that monitored Ryan so the nurse’s station wouldn’t get a code and
come running in.

Phillip stepped back and tugged on Ryan’s soul, drawing him closer.

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That curious itchy feeling, one he hadn’t felt in over three decades, crawled
across his skin. At the very last second before the change, he realized he
should have taken his clothes off, but it was too late. Besides, he had
dozens of suits. Losing one didn’t matter to him in the least. As the shift
occurred, his clothing exploded off him while everything he felt as a man
washed away. Suddenly, Phillip was on all fours, his field of vision far
closer to the floor, and his sense of smell was almost overwhelmingly
powerful. The chemicals in the room stood out, as did the unique smell of
each man’s climax. And there, wrapped around his heart and soul, was
Ryan.

Phillip was so blissfully happy to see him, to be near him, to know that

he was safe, he simultaneously laughed and burst into tears. Ryan
comforted him all the while thanking him for saving him. In their combined
form they were so deeply intertwined it was almost as if they were one.
And with this merging, Ryan knew everything about Richard and Phillip’s
past. He now understood why Phillip had been almost desperate to keep
him safe. It wasn’t about dominating him. It was from fear of what
happened to Richard. Bound together, Phillip and Ryan made peace with
their issues and confessed their deep and abiding love without a word.

“Wow. That is one big-ass bear. And it looks exactly like our team

mascot.”

Their fuzzy head swiveled toward Derek. To their eyes, his platinum-

blond hair was practically glowing under the florescent lights.

“Can I pet you?” Derek reached out, and Brandon playfully slapped

his hand.

“Go clean up, surfer boy.”
“Come with me, pretty boy.” Derek grabbed Brandon’s hand and

waggled his eyebrows.

“Like either one of us will actually get anything done if we go together.”

Brandon tried to extricate himself from Derek’s grip, but he didn’t seem to
be trying very hard to get away.

“Oh, we’ll get something done all right.”
Playfully, Brandon pushed Derek away then glanced over at Phillip and

Ryan. “That’s what we will look like if we shift?” Brandon examined their

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bear form with wide, curious eyes.

It had been so long since he’d shifted, the sensation was almost novel.

Phillip felt his energy filling Ryan, healing him, restoring him to health.

“I think it’s cute.” Derek reached out and brushed his fingers over their

head. When he scratched them behind the ear, he and Ryan whimpered
pleasurably. “See, everything, even a big tough bear, likes to be scratched
behind the ears.”

When someone tried to enter the room, Derek managed to put them

off by going out into the hall and pitching some kind of mock hysterical fit.
Phillip and Ryan were impressed with Derek’s acting abilities. Maybe he
should be on television, Phillip thought. Derek’s show had the desired
effect. The nurse comforted him then left, which gave Phillip and Ryan
more time to stay shifted. If he and Ryan could stay in bear form for a bit
longer, Ryan would be close to almost fully healed.

* * * *

After a long time, Phillip and Ryan separated into separate human

forms, and with Dylan’s help, Ryan was settled back into bed with all the
machines hooked back up to him. In the shift he lost his bandages, his
flimsy hospital johnny, and most of his grievous injuries.

“How are we going to explain this?” Ryan asked, looking down at his

now-healed body.

Dylan considered. “We’ll wrap you back up, and they won’t know.

And then, with your pull”—he pointed to Phillip—“you can get him
transferred somewhere else.” He left to find some gauze and an extra
johnny. If anyone knew where to look, Dylan was the man.

“And now we’ve just got to get you something to wear.” Ryan

considered Phillip’s naked body. “Although, to be fair, I’m not minding you
being naked.”

Phillip grinned. “Yes, but I think the administration of this hospital

might.” For now, he sat on the bed and covered his lap with one of the
blankets.

“Thank you.” Ryan grasped Phillip’s hand but then turned his gaze

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slowly around so that he looked at all the men gathered there. “You not
only saved my life, you saved my soul.”

And finally, after a very long and lonely time, after tears and traumas

and untold troubles, Phillip was restored to the safety and protection of a
sloth.

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Chapter 11

“I have never felt anything so magical.” Ryan and Phillip were in

their bear form, playing in the forest that abutted the back of Phillip’s
palatial estate. Spending more time shifted accelerated Ryan’s healing
process, but it also simply felt good. “I feel a freedom and peace that
I’ve always sought but never found until now.”

“You can see why I was willing to do anything, even risk my life,

to have this again. Especially with a man like you.” Phillip mentally
embraced Ryan.

“Like me?” Ryan asked.
“You match me well in temperament, drive, and ability. I think we

are an amazing pair who will do great things.”

“I think so, too.” Ryan smiled. “When I saw the vision of us as a

bear, I wanted to believe it almost desperately, but the rational part
of my brain rejected the notion.”

“As a chemist, you are a very rational man.”
“But I’m a dreamer, too, because I believed against all odds that

this was possible. It’s what kept me clinging to life.” Ryan had felt his
soul leave his body, but some other part of him refused to let go. It was
that stubborn element that drew his soul back, allowing him to twin with
Phillip.

“Well, then, we shall dub you the very first dreamer realist.”

Phillip paused briefly, considering. “Perhaps I should change that to the
very first kinky dreamer realist.”

“I like that.” Ryan laughed. “But what would that make you?”
“Ah. I am a kinky alpha with dreamer tendencies.”
“What makes you so certain that you’re the alpha in our pair?”
“Does it matter?”

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“Not in the least. It’s just a label. Nothing more.” Once Ryan

grasped that Phillip was overly protective because of the loss of his former
twin, he was far more understanding of his domineering tendencies.
“Alpha or omega doesn’t matter when we determine who and what
we are.”

“And what we need.”
Ryan nodded. There was comfort in knowing that there were no

restrictions on what they could do or be together. The profound intimacy of
bonded and twinned souls had been intimidating at first, but now Ryan was
utterly comfortable with not only himself, but his life-long mate. Either one
of them could convey exactly what they needed from the other and there
would be no judgment, only acceptance.

Phillip turned their bear head toward the sunset. The clouds were softly

blue with a tinge of red around the edges. “I do believe there is a storm
coming.”

With their incredibly sensitive nose, they could almost smell the snow

lurking in the clouds above them.

“I’d say we have an hour before it starts,” Phillip said, sniffing

deep.

“At least.”
Ryan considered how different the world looked through bear eyes.

They saw colors just as they did as humans, but red, blue, and green
seemed enhanced. They were also amazingly nearsighted. When they
looked toward the tiny town of Twin Pines, they couldn’t see everything
clearly, but Ryan felt a powerful protective urge toward the people who
lived there.

“Are we their protectors?” Ryan asked.
“Perhaps.”
“I wonder what all this means.”
“I, too, am curious,” Phillip said. “I have a feeling that when all is

revealed, we will be surprised.”

“Let’s hope we are pleasantly surprised.”
“Let’s hope.”
Ryan and Phillip spent a bit more time in the forest, until the fading light

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forced them home. There they returned to their human forms then ate,
drank, and celebrated their excellent fortune. They made a lazy kind of
love then shut off the lights as sleep pulled them down into its embrace. Just
as Ryan was drifting off, he wondered who would be the next pair to enter
their bear-shifting brotherhood.

THE END

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KINKY ALPHA
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
THE END

McLeod, Anitra Lynn [Twin Pines Grizzlies 03] Kinky Alpha

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