Is it possible to start a new life with a bang...or rather, a spanking?
For Owen Connors that's just what it takes. He's about to embark on a journey filled with change, including a new job, a new home and something he never thought he'd have...a man who offers him everything, including the opportunity to become a creature steeped in legend...a werewolf. All Owen has to do is accept Sam's love. Too bad that's an emotion he abandoned a long time ago.
For werewolf Sam Sterling, change begins within himself. Vowing never to become like his father, who took pleasure in cruelty and brutality, Sam has learned to be calm, kind and passive. That works just fine for him until he meets the man he would take as his mate. When Owen ignores him in favor of a strong and charismatic alpha werewolf, Sam realizes it's time for a change. For Owen, he'll take charge and become the dominant, decisive lover Owen needs.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Transceding Darkness by Kate Steele
It was Sam's growing grin that finally made him realize he'd been standing there staring like a horny gay boy at his first glimpse of a naked man. Feeling the heat bloom in his face and hoping his cheeks weren't as red as they felt, Owen stepped aside.
"Hi. Come in," he invited.
"Hi yourself," Sam responded. He walked in, closed the door behind him and immediately invaded Owen's space. A large hand cupped his chin and forced his gaze to meet Sam's. "Are you all right?"
Surprised by Sam's concern, Owen immediately answered, "Sure. I'm okay."
Sam bent to him, intent plainly written on his face but before his lips met Owen's he stopped and actually sniffed. The pleasure in his eyes dimmed and his expression reverted to the impassive visage Owen knew so well. It gave nothing away. "You've been with someone," Sam said, the statement sounding flat and with no more inflection than if he'd simply commented on the weather.
"I tried to be," Owen corrected, "but before you accuse me of anything I want to make it perfectly clear nothing happened. And while we're on the subject, is it really any of your business? Why do I have to explain myself to you anyway?"
"Do you remember last night?"
"How could I forget? You beat me."
Sam raised one skeptical brow. "I see you have a talent for exaggeration. I spanked you. There's a big difference but that's not the point. You were afraid I'd hate you for what you'd done to Ryan and Dev. My opinion obviously matters to you which means I'm just as important to you as you are to me. That is what makes you my business. So, first question answered which brings us to the second and the answer to that one is, yes, you have to explain yourself to me. You say you tried to be with someone but nothing happened. I want to know who, why and what stopped you."
Tempted to defy Sam's stern demand, Owen fumed but couldn't deny the logic Sam brought to bear. He had been afraid Sam would hate him and yes, damn it, Sam was important. He might not fully believe in what was happening between them but Owen wouldn't lie to himself that whatever it was meant nothing...which was exactly the problem. Sam wanted the truth and he was afraid that particular truth would be the very thing that made Sam leave and never come back. They'd never really talked about how Owen lived, how he made his way in the world but here it was and Owen was going to have to confess, out loud, that he made a living by trading the use of his body for money.
Apparently taking Owen's silence for a refusal to comply, Sam growled in a firm, no-nonsense tone of voice. "Owen, talk or I walk. I know it's not easy for you, but trust will come and talking honestly about things is one of the best ways to get there."
"Trust?" Owen bitterly spat the word. "Don't hold your breath for that one, but sure, since you insist, I'll tell you what happened. I went to the open air market in Garret Park. I met a guy there, Charles. Forties, loaded. Just my type, you know? He took me to his hotel. I stripped, had my mouth on his cock when he decided he wanted a kiss. I don't usually kiss johns but he was paying a lot of money for the privilege so I thought what the hell. I kissed him and then you showed up."
"I showed up?"
"In my head. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I knew you wouldn't like what I was doing and so I didn't. There. Happy? Now you know just what kind of trash you've hooked up with. You should take this golden opportunity to leave."
Stomach tied in knots, Owen turned away, expecting to hear the door open and close behind Sam. He was startled when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around him. Sam pulled him close and murmured in his ear. "I know what you do and I'm not going anywhere. I have no right to judge you for any reason, but I do wonder why you feel the need to punish yourself."
Owen was stunned. Sam's acceptance, his compassion and his intuitive understanding of what drove Owen was more than he expected to receive from anyone. "I'm," his voice caught and he cleared his throat, pushing away the emotion threatening to undo him before trying again. "I'm not punishing myself."
"Are you so sure about that?" Sam's arms tightened. "You called yourself trash. Those aren't the words of a person who's happy with himself or his life. You're not trash, you hear me? Don't ever say that again. That's an offense punishable by spanking."
"Oh God, not again," Owen managed to croak past the tightness in his throat. Sam's gentle teasing was causing his fear and tension to drain away. "Is this some kind of fetish for you?"
"My hand on your ass? Oh yeah, that's something I'll admit to being totally obsessed with."
Said hands landed on Owen's shoulders, urging him to turn around. Owen obeyed, coming face-to-face with a look in Sam's eyes that made him feel uncharacteristically bashful. He dropped his gaze. Sam lifted his hand to Owen's cheek and drew long fingers gently across his skin before slipping them beneath his chin. He tilted Owen's face up.
"Feeling shy? That's...what's the word I'm looking for? Oh yeah. You're going to hate this and believe me I never thought I'd say this to a guy but, it's adorable, totally cute."
"Shut up. What kind of pussy remark is that? Adorable's a five-year-old girl in a ruffled dress," Owen grumbled, embarrassed not only by Sam's comment, but because what he said about his sudden bout of self-consciousness was perfectly true.
It made no sense. Countless times he'd stripped for and performed sexual acts with men who were nothing more than strangers and never batted an eyelash. Was it adding emotions to the mix that suddenly had him feeling so nervous?
Unfazed, Sam laughed and bent to him, his mouth taking Owen's with a gentle yet passion-filled heat that soon had him forgetting all about timidity. He opened his mouth to the insistent tongue sliding against his lips and complied when it sensually explored his mouth and encouraged his own tongue to twine and dance with it. When strong arms wrapped around him, Owen had no qualms about stepping into them but he drew in a startled breath when a large pair of hands cupped the cheeks of his ass and lifted him.
Hands clutching at Sam's shoulders, Owen's world took a slight spin ending with a gentle thump when he was lowered to sit on the long counter that divided his living room from the kitchen. Sam wedged himself between Owen's thighs and pulled him close until their groins met. The contact forced a sighing moan from Owen and he bucked against the growing hardness behind Sam's zipper.