About Alpha, Omega

by Cassandra Gold and Beth Wylde
9 pages / 3700 words
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Adam is trying to make everything perfect for his anniversary supper with Shaun. They've been mated for a year, and while Adam's had trouble adjusting to being a were-lion, he thinks he's got a handle on it. Until Shaun forgets it's their anniversary, making him so mad he can't see straight. Can Shaun make it up to him, or at least explain in time to keep their special day from being ruined?

Sample

Being a member of a large, predominantly carnivorous shifter group has its advantages. Increased speed, strength, and agility, along with a high metabolism and the ability to eat everything in sight are a few of them.

There’s also the seemingly endless stamina in the sack. Unfortunately, even though I’m now a carnivore and no longer have to worry about dieting, the ability to cook a decent meal doesn't come with the werelion package.

"Damn it," I cursed as I scraped out my scalded frying pan, dumping the now inedible chunks of blackened potatoes in the trash. Two large, mostly-rare steaks were still warming in the oven, but my attempts at creating a decent side dish were ruined. It was the second pan of potatoes I'd burned, along with a batch of lumpy, overcooked noodles, and with the mess came the realization that I needed to stick to what I knew best. Meat! Whether it was steak or Shaun's succulent cock, I just couldn't go wrong with a big hunk of beef.

The unidentifiable heap of Idaho Spuds missed its target and bounced off the rim of the bin, landing on the floor with a loud splat and sending bits of black all over my newly waxed floor.

"Oh fuck!" Annoyed, I grabbed the broom and started sweeping up the mess. I bent over to grab the dustpan when a large set of masculine hands grabbed me by my hips, pulling me backward until I felt the distinct ridge of a rock hard erection pushing against the cleft of my ass. "What the...?"

I started to stand up but one of the hands restraining me moved to the center of my back, applying steady pressure to hold me in position. "Don't move, luv. You look so hot bent over in your boxers like that. It makes me want to pull them down and have my wicked way with you."

I shivered as Shaun's warm breath fluttered against my neck, his deep voice and British accent bringing my cock to life inside the confines of my boxer shorts. I swallowed hard and tried to hide my arousal even though I knew with his lion senses he could smell how much I wanted him. "Look what you've done. You've ruined my surprise." I pushed back and Shaun let me go reluctantly.

When I turned around, he looked completely perplexed. "What are you going on about, luv? I wasn't doing anything but admiring your deliciously shaggable ass."

He reached for me again and I batted his hands away, in no mood to be distracted. "I was making us dinner."

Shaun gasped  as his eyes widened in shock. "You? Cooking?" Putting his hand over his heart, he faked a swoon. "I'm not sure you should be doing that. Toxic waste is dangerous, you know."

I gave him an indignant glare and stomped over to the oven to prove my culinary skills. I grabbed the oven mitt and pulled out the pan with the hot, bloody steaks on it. "See, I can too cook."

Shaun took my chin in his hand and turned me to face him. "Luv,” he said patiently, pointing to the delectable smelling T-bones still simmering in their own juices, “That's not cooking, that's reheating."

I stuck out my tongue. "So I'm not Betty Crocker."