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Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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My toes curled as my ass clinched, refusing to let Robert slip free from him. They’d made love for the last two hours. Small, sensual touches. Long kisses. Fingers probing, loosing him up, preparing him for Tanner’s extra long and thick cock. There was no way he would blow his load until Tanner was ready to go over with him. No matter how hard it was for him to hold back.

“Baby, let go. Let me catch you as you . . .” that was all it took. Zings raced from his ass to his dick, sending him right over the edge. His muscles tightened so fast that he knew Tanner would follow right along with him, and he did. Warmth filled him as his alpha planted his seed, hopefully his heir, deep inside him. There was no feeling better in the world. Never would be. He would always welcome his mate into his body. He would carry as man y children as the Gods let him. All would belong to the man who took his virginity and gave him the world in return.

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week, and those in NC and SC, I hope you have avoiding Hurricane Florence, as much as possible. My prayers are with those affected by the hurricane, but I hope all are safe and received little, to no, damage. For those who have been affected by it, I hope today’s post gives you a bit of relief from the stress of the storm. For the rest of you, I just hope this starts your week off on a great note.

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Garry shoved his hands in his pocket, cursing his parents and their heritage. They never understood him. Not shocking. He wasn’t like them, or his two brothers, and his baby sister. He was a speck of brown goop on a thin piece of hay buried among a huge pile of hay. And they never let him forget it.

Today had been no different. Why had he thought it would be? It was only a major milestone in his life. Unlike his brother and sister, his slim panther went into heat every three months. The heat didn’t arrive until the age of twenty-one, and it wasn’t an easy period for an Omega Panther. Worse on those who are not claimed by anyone. Not only did the Omega Panther suffer went a constant urge to mate while his heat was on him, but if they had no mate they had to find a partner that was willing to take a chance on impregnating them. That wasn’t easy.

When an Omega Panther wasn’t in heat they had a line of men at their doors. Natural order of things among the Panther World. Why wasn’t it. After all, how else would other panthers find their mate. The signs did not appear until you were locked together. Then it was said to be like a pop of magic bursting through your skin, and throwing the Alpha, or beta, and on a rare occasion a Gama into a rut. His brother told him it was like a moment of pure bliss for the stronger panther, but for those Omega Panthers, it wasn’t fun. His brother swore that when the mate recognized his soul mate he lost himself to the drive to claim him. Worse, his brother told him the stronger panther cared little about what the Omega Panther wanted.

“You in there, Garry.”

Garry curled his knees into his chest and buried his head in his chest. He wasn’t about to open the door to anyone. He didn’t care if his body screamed for him to screw a monkey for relief. He did not want some strong ass panther taking him until his heat had by passed him. Nope. He wasn’t going to risk getting pregnant. Men did not do such.

“Come on, Garry. I know you are in there.”

Human men didn’t at least. Nope. Only strange, weak, powerless Omega Panthers did so. He would not be taken by some brute until his body was limp and sated. Nope. He had control over his panther side.

“Garry, come on, man. I know you are scared.”

Scared? What did Edwards expect from him?

“Open up and let me help you.”

No way. Did Edward think him stupid? There was no way he’d let in a Alpha Panther, even if he’d been his best friend since seventh grade.

“I can control myself. I promise.”

Nope. He wasn’t taking the chance. Not that it would have bothered him to screw Edward any other time, but not during his first heat cycle. Nope. He wanted a simple, get to know you kind of relationship. Not a fuck and imprgenant you then leave your ass to struggle through a pregnancy and raising a cub on your own.

“Listen . . . Garry, I know that you have no one to help you through this, or explain what is happening to you.”

Didn’t matter if he did or not. There was no way he was opening the door.

“I brought someone that can explain what to expect and how to ease your panther.”

“You serious?” Garry didn’t bother to yell or anything, he knew Edward would hear him through the walls.

“Yes, man. You know Darren Kites?”

He did. Man was nice and always willing to assist anyone who was struggling with any type of math. “He’s an Omega?”

“Yes.”

“You leave us be?”

“I’ll go and stay downstairs until you and him have discussed things.”

“Then stay away if I ask you to?”

Garry heard Edward sighed, but the soft yes that slipped free of him eased a huge part of Garry’s throbbing heart. He didn’t need to see Edward to know that his head hung low and his fist were clinched. It was Edward’s natural reaction to anything he disliked, and he knew his best friend would be displeased about being asked to leave him be. Course he would. He was an Alpha Panther near a Omega Panther that was in heat.

“I’m leaving.”

Garry uncurled from the painful ball he’d squashed himself into and moved to his front door. He opened it a tiny bit, but left the safety chain in place.

“It’s just me, Garry.”

He shut the door and unchained the door, opening it for Darren. “Come in.”

“Going to tell you right up front, what you’ve been told is not true.”

“What? How do you . . .” Edward. “He had no right to . . .” Course he would tell Darren what he knew. He was his best friend. He had begged him to find an Omega Panther to talk to since the night they’d gotten drunk and he let his deepest fear slip from his lips. That night things had changed between them. Not in a bad way. Nope. They’d became closer. Spent more time together. Nothing sexual, but there been times that Garry would have loved for Edward to take him in the most natural manner of a panther, but he’d never showed interest in him, so Garry kept his desires to himself.

“He’s worried about you.”

“He’s an Alpha Panther.”

“Yes, but what you’ve been told is incorrect.”

“What . . . My mom said . . .” would she have lied to him? Surely not. His father told him the same thing. So had his brother. Did they all lie to him. “My mom, dad, and brother - -“

“Your family are what you would call Alpha Controlled.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a family who believes they are above anyone else. I bet they have never been around a Beta, or Gama, have they?”

“No. That would . . .” Crap. Darren was right. All his family, right down to his grandparents viewed anyone other than another Alpha as lower class. “Is that why . . .”

“Most Alpha Controlled families kill any child born below their Alpha Status. Most view it as a disgrace for one of their children to be born something other than Alpha. In fact, very few of the Alpha Controlled families give birth to anything other than Alpha. There’s something about their blood that breeds nothing but Alpha. Those who bare children other than Alphas take it as an offense against their lives. View it as they did something wrong in their life and have to make amends for it. That’s why most kill the child they view as defected. Those who let their non-alpha children live usually feed them lies and treat them like shit.”

Fit his family like a tee. Neither of his parnts every gave him praises, came to watch him in events in school, or took him to any gathering. He was always left behind with a baby sitter. Still, . . . how could his family openling lie to him about what he would go through. If they had then . . .

“That’s why Edward did not knock the door down?”

“I assume you were told that an Alpha next to an in heat Omega Panther would tear through anything to get to him. Right?”

“Basically.”

“Did that happen?”

“No, but surely . . . Edward has always had great control over his panther.”

“True, but if what your family said was right then why did Nitro not rush across the hall the moment your scent penetrated the airwaves.”

Crap. He’d forgotten that his neighbor was an Alpha Panther. How come . . . Why hadn’t he . . . he kicked flopped down onto the couch and motionted for Darren to sit. “Think  . . . no, I know I need the truth.”

“I’ll make it quick and let you get to easing the distress that is wearing at you.”

“That would  be great.” He was barely controlling his urges for relief. Looked as if he’d spend his first heat cycle with his hand. Nothing more than he’d expected, but at least he’d know if he had to keep himself locked away until it passed.

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Hi,

Hope all are enjoying their Labor Day Holiday. Myself, I’ve been finalizing the last few aspects of Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6. Doesn’t mean I can’t take a few minutes out to give you guys your weekly Flash Fiction Fix.

Hope you enjoy and are able to let your imagination soar.

Julia

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Karen ran her hand over her face, groaning at the mess spread across the rich brown hardwood floor. What had Danny been thinking. He knew her boss was stopping by to drop off some last minute briefs that he needed typed up. He knew how important her job was to him. Did he totally forget his mind during the Full Moon.

“Uh . . . I don’t . . .”

“Do not give me an excuse.” She snapped and snatched up an empty pizza box. “I know you turn all furry and stalk mice once a month, but does that mean you have to draw everyone in the damn neighborhood to our home?”

“I . . . Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cover this mess.” She shoved the box into his arms. “Help me get this shit up.”

“Do you really think I hunt mice?” Danny laid the box down and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a huge black bag.

“I don’t know.” She didn’t. He did not give her details about that aspect of his life. All he’d told her was that he was a Cat Shifter and that once a month he would fade into a large cat that she needed to avoid. She’d made sure to do so. Normally. That night had been the first time she’d came to the house on a Full Moon. “Why is there such a mess?”

“Some of the . . . A few of my . . . Had some company.”

“You telling me that every month I leave you to have a boys night out?”

“No.” Danny dropped a armful of empty chip bags into the garbage bag. “Sometimes.”

“Not again.” She dropped the empty bear box. “You can go elsewhere each full moon. I’m not giving up my house again for your . . . furry ass.”

“Huh?” Danny froze where he stood. “I . . . This is the only place . . .”

“I know it is, but you can spend the night in the woods if you have to have space.” She crossed her arms. “or at one of your buddies houses.” She kicked a half full box of sodas. “That or I’m out.” She was tired of being in the dark. If he had not other option than to keep that aspect of his life from him, then he could keep it out of their place.

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was full of some light preparing for upcoming NaNoWrMo. Can’t believe it is a little over two months away. That also means I have to get the final edit done on Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 and the cover designed. Lots of work coming my way. Thankfully, I have a light week next week and can devote lots of time to editing. Before I dive into that, I wanted to share this flash fiction scene with you.

Hope you enjoy and remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Cain wiped the sweat off his forehead and pressed the balls of his feet into the pavement, refusing to rush across the street and claw the life from the bear that wrapped his short brown fur covered legs around Lady Beauty. Lady Beauty had been promised to her by Lord Draft. Everyone knew this. Lord Draft had sent out the notice some five years ago. The day the two of them ran across Lady Beauty. The day that Lord Draft approached her, questioning her as to why she had not reported herself to him. Lord Draft hadn’t been upset, or angry, but been stern about the laws. Laws that Lady Beauty had been clueless to. She had swore that she had no idea that anyone like her hid among Earth. Her mother had always told her she was a special lady and that her life would be long and lonely. It had been in that minute that Cain made a promise to prove her wrong. He had reached down his mental path with Lord Draft and claimed her as his in that moment. Lord Draft had agreed and sealed them together then, but told him he had to wait until she was ready to accept him. A fact that had not set well with Cain, but a fact he understood and agreed to watch over her from afar. The first time he saw the Bear Shifter clamber up to her backyard he had gone to Lord Draft and informed him that he would be approaching her and taking her into him. Lord Draft had agreed and wished him luck. That had been ten days ago. He had waited and watched to see how integrated the Bear Shifter had inserted himself into Lady Beauty’s life. The bear had visited her twice a day. Each time Lady Beauty took him inside for a couple of hours and then the bear left. That hadn’t been the case that day. They had remained outside. The bear remained in bear form and sat down, opening his bear arms up to her. She had walked into them and sat down, letting him wrap her up in them. That had been the last straw. There would be no more of that . She belonged to him. It was him that she should come to for comfort. The Bear Shifter knew the laws, he was sure of that. It had been that even that had him fighting for control. Fighting to remain calm and approach them with ease, not a fevous anger.

“Lady Beauty,” he spoke loud enough that they would hear him before he crossed into her backyard.

The Bear Shifter stiffened, but released Lady Beauty, who gingerly rose to her feet and held out her arms to him.

“You would openly embrace me after allowing him to do the same to you?”

“You are angry.”

“Yes. I have right to be.”

“Not really.” Lady Beauty patted the bear’s arm and he ambled to his feet and then stumbled into the woods behind him. “I was doing nothing wrong.”

“You was.”

“How so?”

“I can tell you are aware of my claim on you.”

“I am.”

“Then you know that you should not be embracing any other Supernatural Creature.”

“I can embrace whoever I wish. I have not accepted your claim. Nor am I going to, if you keep up this show of male dominance.”

Cain stepped back and tilted his head. His inner beast stirred at the challenge, but not in anger. Nope. His cock hardened so fast it should have split his jeans.

“Do you not think it wise to ask why I allowed someone else to embrace me?”

“No.”

“Then your claim will never be accepted.”

“Doesn’t have to be.”

“That is where you are wrong.”

“You were enlightened to our way of life.”

“I was, which is why I do not have to accept your claim. You chose me without my consent. I have eight months to accept you from the time you approach me. You approached me over five years ago. Never came for me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Did you not claim me the same day you and Lord Draft discovered me?”

“How did you . . .”

“Mr. Sam showed me the notification he received from Lord Draft.”

Okay, the bear had a name. That gave him something to research. What he didn’t understand was that he’d invesitagated every supernatural being within ten miles of her. No one named Sam was listed among those ten being. Who was he? How come he was not listed? Was he a threat to Lady Beauty?

“What is Mr. Sam’s last name?”

“Does not matter.”

“Does. He is not listen among our kind.”

“Just because you are some big shot does not give you the right to charge in here and upturn people’s lives. I think you have done enough of that by claiming me and not coming to me.”

“I could not.”

“Why is that?”

“If you saw the notification then you know the reason.”

“I do, but if you truly wanted me you would not have allowed such.”

Did she have a point? How could she? He was abiding by the law. There was nothing wrong with that. It was natural to do so. She agreed to . . .

“Mr. Cain Struggles,” A deep rich voice that he had not heard in over ten years reached his ears as a man he thought dead walked into the clearing, pausing twenty feet from Lady Beauty.

Cain couldn’t believe it. Mr. Sam, aka Samuel Sawyers, the baddest bawler among the Supernatural World stood in front of him. The man had been sent out to eliminated a nest of Vampires and never came back. “You are thought to be dead.”

“I should be.” Mr. Samuel Sawyers pointed at Lady Beauty. “She found me in a cave some five miles in the woods. Has been treating me every since.”

Damn. His woman had been aiding a harmed shifter. “What happened to you?”

“I cleaned the nest out, but one of the vampires was Lord Tangler’s son.”

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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I posted. Sorry for that. Things have been a bit crazy around the house and it has taken me some down time to get going again. I hope that the last few days of editing, and making my weekly post is a sign of more days among the world of words.

Today’s scene simply comes from my fingers flying across the board while I sip my Cold Brew and stare at a black and white photo of an large mythical bird flying through a cove of flowers, trees, and other black and white plants that my mind can vividly see as bright green.

I hope the scene allows you to let your mind soar while you read.

Julia

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He chewed on the fingernails that no longer existed – who named there son Ox – praying that he got the approval required for him and Ox to be one for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t an easy process. Ox had to prove to his leader that I had a solid understanding of Ox’s strange way of life. How did one do that? How could someone ensure another person, a powerful person, a man of authority, that someone could accept that soon as Ox, a man that was loved more than someone entire life, had the approval that he would have to answer to Ox. Hand over his entire life. There’d be no more making decision about his life. Ox would have the last say on what he could do. Where he could work. If he could work. How the housework would be done, even though Ox would never lift a finger to help. That once he sealed himself to Ox that he, a man, would be able to conceive a child. Not something that he totally understood, but he could accept it. Not like he hadn’t dreamed of children. Just not carrying them. He’d seen him and Ox going to adopt a little boy, or girl, that needed a home.

Basically, Ox had to prove that the man he chose, the man he knew would accept that buried deep in side him was a wild, untamed demon, who required total control.

The door squeaked as it opened. Ox’s tall, broad shoulders fill the doorway. There was no smile. No frown. Simply stoic expression. He propped himself against the doorframe and then held his hand out to him.

“Well?” he made his way over to his man.

“Come give your life over to me.”

They had it. Ox had done it. They would be one for the rest of their lives.

“You changed your mind?” a deep voice rumbled behind him, making him sprint over to Ox and wrap his arms around his waist.

“No, Sir.”

“You feared getting my approval?”

Ox stpped out fo the doorway, revealing a man that’s head all but brushed the top of the doorframe.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ox hugged him tighter, giving him a light squeeze. “My man fears everything. I bet he had been chewing on the tips of his fingers.”

“You mean fingernails?” Ox’s leader said.

“No.” Ox lifted his hand and showed them to the stranger. “You see he has a bad habit, that I can’t seem to break him of.”

“The combining might solve that problem.”

“When can we have it, Sir?”

“Soon as you leave.” The man patted Ox’s shoulder. “Go start your new life. Take my greatest happiness with you and bring your man into our world and start the next phase of your life.”

Ox nodded and tugged him towards the main door, nodding at the woman sitting behind the receptions desk.

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Hi,

Hope all have huge plans for the 4^th of July. I’m going to be spending time with my family. That thought is what led me to this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

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Rex picked up a stray sock and shoved it into his closest. His mom never looked under the beds or in the closets. He hoped Kale’s didn’t. He thought he’d been nervous when he turned thirteen and went through his Development Rite of Passage. His dad had put a lot of pressure on him to chose the demon skill of foreteller. There had not been a son in the Hackler’s family, which had made each male to push their sons to learn the family skill. It had  been a no-brainer for him, but Rex still feared that the rare chance that the Devil himself would come from the Underworld and chose for him. It did not happen much, but every once in a while the Devil chose a lucky, or unluky, soul to gain the skills set he need for his future army. Every one he chose had a birthday on the 4^th of July, which happened to be his.

“Rex, honey, you with me?”

Rex shook his head. “Sorry, my mind was wondering down memory lane.”

“You going to be okay, baby?”

“Sure.”

Rex hadn’t met Kale’s family yet, even thought they’d been together for two years. Kale’s family had a hard time coping when their son came out to them. Rex’s family had taken Kale into their bosom and treated him like they would have any in-law their daughter, or son chose. The first time his mom met Kale she’d swooped him into a huge hug and promised to take care of him until her dying last breath. She had. So had the rest of his family. Their death fell on his head. He’d known that one day his past jobs would catch up to him and they had.

Five months ago, one of Amaymon’s son took offense to him being charged with stepping out on his wife. It wasn’t a major crime, but his wife took him to the cleaners when she filed for divorce. Divorce wasn’t something taken lightly among the Demon World, which meant Amaymon’s son had disgraced his family’s name. The Amaymon’s family was looked up to since Amaymon was the King of the South. Rex assumed the disgrace was why Amaymon’s son came tracked him down. He’d been on another assignment and Amaymon’s son decided to take his revenge out on Kale. His ultimate downfall was when he attacked Kale when he was at his in-laws. His mother and sister had been the only ones at home with him and they attacked back, protecting their family member. They had ultimately lost their lives. Kale might have lost his, if Rex’s father and brothers had not arrived to eliminate the threat. Too damn bad they’d been a few minutes late.

Kale had tried to make amends for the last five months, which was why Rex found himself meeting his in-laws for the first time. Kale hoped his family had came to terms with his choice to spend his life with a man. Rex had told him over and over that it was not necessary, but his lover wanted to do something that would give him a mother back.

Rex feared his in-laws would reject him and hurt his husband’s feelings. If that happened, Rex would not be held responsible for what he did to them. No one could get by with harming his husband, not even his own family.

“They are here.”

Great. Rex took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Open mind. That was how he would greet Kale’s family. Just like Kale had met his.

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Hi,

Hope all the fathers around the world had a great day. I spent mine writing in the morning and then the afternoon with my dad, then topped the day off with us celebrating my mother’s b-day. (Both fell on the same day). It was a great day. Hope every one else had such a wonderful day. If not, then maybe this short scene will start your week off on the right foot.

Have a great day.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

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All I could see was his glowing eyes. It made no sense to me. He’d said he had a secret to tell me, but . . . he’d said nothing about it coming through his eyes. He had to be wearing contacts. Right? Only thing that made sense. People’s eyes did not glow orangish-yellow. Nope.

“Neat contacts.”

“Robin, I am . . . Not contacts. My true side is coming forward to greet you.”

True side? What did that mean? David was as sane as me? Or . . . he had been until then. Then he believed he had a second side. Even wore contacts to . . .

“Greet me?”

David nodded. “He believes you will accept him.

What did that mean? No one had two sides. Ok, some did, but that was more . . . It wasn’t a separate being buried inside them. Then again . . .

She walked up to David and rested her hand over his eyes, then removed it when the orangish-yellow seeped between her fingers as it grew brighter. Contact could not give that affect. David . . . Shit. He wasn’t kidding. Was he? Was there any other way he could pull such a trick off? None that she knew of, which meant . . . Shit. He was telling the truth. Lord, have mercy, was she really buying into David’s story. He had said he could give her proof. Glowing eyes had her teetering on the edge of belief, but she . . .

“Need more proof.”

“Okay.” David stood up taller and lifted his arms to the sky.

His face elongated and his eyes rolled back in his head as the unusual colored eyes seemed to surround his entire face. Robin wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew one thing . . . David had told her the truth and she’d asked for the inner side of David. The side he had called his True s Side. His Inner Spirit. Demon side. Crap. What had she asked him to do? What was she supposed to do? Run? Step back? Would fleeing make him chase her? She didn’t know, but wasn’t going to chance it, so she simply pulled out the dining room table chair and sat down and waited.

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Hi,

Hope your weekend was great and that your Monday has started off on the right foot. If not, I hope the small break you are taking to read today’s flash fiction helps you relax and that your mind is able to soar into the scene I wrote today.

Have a great day and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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It had worked. Years of never siring another like me had came to an end by the method that I saw on the TV. Who would have known? How did the creator of the television show known? Why had I tried such an absurd idea?

A scream ripped the air as the woman I loved for the last five years sat on the pile of dirt that had been her grave for one night. Her fangs glistened off the half cloud covered moon. Better yet, was that the blood red lingerie I buried her in had been filled out nicely. Not that she hadn’t looked amazing before, but adding my blood to hers had increased her beauty ten-fold. What other changes had turning her into my perfect mate had taken place over night. Would she crave blood like me? Would she be able to walk in the sun, or be a creature of the night like me? Would it harm her to try? Could I even ask her to attempt such? No. I would not put her at risk. I had learned the hardway that I could not go out during the day.

“I’m thirsty.”

Course she was. Why had I not thought of that? I should have known. Yet . . . how would I have? I’d been a blood drinking creature of the night so long I no longer knew when, or how I became such.

“Teddy?”

“Okay,” I held my hand out. “Come on, let’s go get your some food.”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great time celebrating their mothers. I sure did. Not sure where this week’s flash fiction came from, but I hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read.

Have a great week.

Julia

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It’s all he does. Come home. Sit down. Kick his shoes off. Lift the leg of his recliner and click the TV on. That’s it. No hello. No how was your day. Nothing. What was I doing? Where was my life gong? I had nothing left. Mom died two years ago. Dad five years before that. No brothers or sisters. Cousins deglore, but am not close to any of them. The ones I was, have their own families and that is the way it should be, but it leaves me with a man that has little to say to me, or do with me. Yet, I still do what I always do. Wait on him. Cook for him. Give him my heart. Why? What do I gain? What should I do? My mind says leave him and start over, but I’m too old to do that. I set my life’s path in motion so many years ago. Now I am stuck with it. Aren’t I?

“Miss,”

I looked up and the shiny green eyes captivated me so much that I forgot to respond to him. Not that he seemed to mind. He kept right on going.

“I was wondering if you cared if I joined you.”

My head shook, but eye remained latched onto his.

“Thanks. This place is packed.”

Always was. That’s why I had chosen it. I could drown in the noside of others people’s conversation while I debated the never ending situation of my life.

“You come here often?”

I squared my shoulders and forced my eyes to take in the rest of him. Nice slender face with a ski-slope nose that was emphasized by his plump lips. What would they feel like against mine? What was I thinking. There was no reason for me to consider kissing someone else. I was living with someone. Devoted to him. Even though life sucked.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” How could one word sound so helpless.

“Seems like there’s a lot on your mind. Why not let it go and tell me about some of the interesting things around town. I’m new to this area.”

I could do that. There was no harm in that as long as I kept my mind from taking in his broad shoulders. His thick muscled arms. All I had to do was tell him about the sites around town. Not that hard. Do that, drink my coffee, and then leave. I can do that.”

“Well, I suggest . . .”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine has been super busy, but productive. I managed to surpass the halfway point of my 30,000 word Camp NaNo word count goal this past week. Looking for more productivity in the upcoming week.

Hope you enjoy this week’s flash fiction scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Hank’s arm was red and soar from the continuously rubbing. What was he to do? He’d asked Rex to meet him here to tell him his deepest, darkest secret, and found himself unable to move. How was he suppose to talk to his best friend. His lover of five years. His time was up. The Lord of his Clan demanded he either chose Rex as his forever man, or kick him to the curve. Last wasn’t an option and he wasn’t so keen on settling down. It had never been in his mind when he met Rex. All that had been was taking care of the man who had been abandoned and broken hearted by some dickwad.

“Hey.” Rex hugged him tight and took the seat across from him. “Nice to see you tonight.”

“Sure is.” Hank rarely saw Rex during the week. Most of the time his job as the enforcer for his Clan kept him busy during the week.

“So . . .” Rex nodded to the waitress as she walked up. “Coffee, black, please.” The petite lady nodded and rushed back behind the bar. “Scardie woman.”

“You cause everyone to get tongue tied.” Hank liked that fact about Rex. He was unaware of how gergous he was and what kind of effect he had on others. Each step the man made turned heads. He had the perfect sandy-brown wavy hair that hung just over his shoulders and felt as baby soft as a newborn’s skin.

“So, what’s brought up this unexpected visit?” Rex waited until the waitress sat his drink down and left the table. “I mean . . . I like seeing you whenever I can, but you are the one who set the weekend only rule.”

He had been. It had been his way of them remaining separate, but it had did little to keep him from getting attached to the beauty, which is why he found himself in the position he was in. he could still hear his Clan Officiantor ordering him to either tell him, or dump him. That had been his words. Harsh as they were, there was no other way to put what had to have been done. He knew the rules when he got involved with a human. He was no different than any other of his clan members. Rules were there for the race’s overall protection.

“Have to tell you something.” Hank shook his head when Rex went to take his hand. It wasn’t until that minute that he knew what he was going to do. It wasn’t until then that he realized how fearful he was of settling down. So much that he would risk . . . The words he never thought would cross his lips were out of them before he could take his next breath. “We need to see other people.”

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Ten years. Long ass time. He knew what he was getting into back then. He thought he’d be able to live with it. How hard would it be to accomadate the man you love. They’d survived lots of ridicule from friends. Or he had. Kyle’s family had cursed him out when they found out half of his friends were gay. They openly told him long as he was involved with their son he had to make more apporite friends. He’d defined them, which ended up costing Kyle a two hour lecture about how he should drop him as a best friend. Best friend. Ha. If the Raven family only knew the two of them spent each night curled up in Kyle’s bed. If that wasn’t bad enough, he survived Kyle’s mother and sisters hooking him up with a massive load of women. Each time Kyle took them out. Movies. Dancing. Dinner. All the typical date spots, but he never once dated one of them for a second time. He promised they never got more than a peck on the cheek at the end of the night. Still, it pissed him off.

“Tyler.” A hand waved in his face. “Earth to Tyler.”

There was no way he could answer his lover of ten years. Not then. If he d id he might say something he’d regret. His fist ached from having them balled up so tight. If he released them he might deck Kyle. Not something he’d resort to. He wasn’t a batter. Never had been. He just needed some time to . . . Who the fuck was he kidding? Himself? Kyle? Both. Kyle knew how he would respond, that’s why he waited until now to drop the bomb on him. There was little he could do. The act would take place in two days time. He would be . . . No he wouldn’t.

“Fuck your down low lifestyle.” Tyler heaved and walked to the room he stored his clothes in so that Kyle’s family never seen one of his possession in Tyler’s room when and if they came snooping.

“Tyler, you have to understand. You knew this day would - -“

“Do not tell me I knew this day was coming.” He snatched a duffle from his pretend closest. “You promised when we moved in together.” He yanked open the bottom drawer and threw in five or six pair of boxers. “I will not be degraded to a hidden lover for you while you play husband to some women you declare your love to in front of your family and their fucking friends.” He threw some shirts in the bag. “That is going way . . . I will not live a life in such a . . .” There was no words for what type of life Tyler was asking him to live. He walked over to his closest and extracted two or three of his work suit. “I won’t do it. You should have known how I would react.” He picked up his cell phone and scrolled through the contact, stopping on his brother’s name. “That is why you waited until two days before you wedding.” He pressed send. He quickly asked his brother if he could stay with him for a bit. Didn’t explain. Not then. He’d break down if he had to. That’s why he had chosen his brother. He knew the man would agree and let him wait until he was ready to explain. He hung up the phone. “I will be back in two days,” while you are getting married. “and get my stuff.”

Tyler shoved Kyle aside when he blocked his path. Not hard enough to make him fall, or hit any furniture. Simply enough to get an exit route. He didn’t say anything else. He walked with his head high and water stinging his eyes. He listened as Kyle begged and pleaded for him to understand. As he shut the door he leaned his back against it, dragging in a deep breath as he heard something shatter against the door. He waited to hear a second one, when it didn’t come he marched to the elevator and left his lover of ten years to live his life as his family wanted.

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A soft sting raced up the path that Jacob’s feather left in its wake. If it only went up his arm that would have been perfect, but . . . it went straight to his dick, making it stiffen. Didn’t matter to my cock that Jacob’s parents was in the next room, or that mine was down the hall, or that it was the night before our wedding. Nope. Jacob was horny and came to his man to help him out. Brought the one thing that he knew his lover could never say no to. Like he every said no to Jacob.

“You with me, lover?”

“Nope.”

“I believe you are.” Jacob’s hand slipped down his boxers. “Yeah . . . You are more than . . .” He made one stroke, getting the light sexy groan he loved to hear. “Come on, Travis, let me have a fast taste of you.”

“if you would only stop at a taste . . . Shit.” He threw his hand over his mouth.

Jacob removed it and kissed his palm. “We are adults. They know we fuck.”

“Fuck?” was that what his future husband thought they did.

“Shit. Don’t go there. Not again.”

“Again?”

“Yes. You know I love you and that nothing will ever change that. That’s why I’m in here trying to make love to my man one last time before we become husband and husband.”

“Really?” He pushed up in the bed. “Think that is why you should leave me alone for the night too.”

“Can’t.” Jacob ran his hand up and traced his slit before he ran his hand up his stomach. “Love the way you feel. The way you taste. The way you squeeze my dick when you shoot for me. Need . . .”

Damn, how was he suppose to say no to that. He wasn’t. Jacob pulled his legs to his chest and grinned at his future husband.

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You would’ve thought my entire body would have tensed the moment a trendle of awareness crept to life. Anyone else might have attacked, but my wolf knew who created the feather like sensation. Jacob.

He’d been gone on assignment for four months. No a single word had floated down to me about where he went, or who he went after. I cursed each time the alpha sent him on a downlow mission. I knew it was his job when I chose him as my mate, but my wolf and human side despised not being at his side, ensuring he was safe and sound.

“I know you’re awake, Bobby.” Warm air brushed across the base of my spine. “I’ve dreamed about you every night.”

I sighed as his body weight came to rest over my back.

“Need you, love.”

“I’m yours.”

A small sting of pressure caused my dick to spring to life.

“Going to take you rough.”

“Please.” My ass lifted, coming in contact with his dripping cock. “Please. Jacob. Please.”

That must have been all my love of ten years needed, because next thing I knew he’d breached my ring, taking me in one fluid motion, coming to a stop the moment his hips rested against my ass. The dry entrance increased my desire ten fold.

“Ready, lover?”

My answer was to push up into him. That was the only thing Jacob needed to start his hard and fast pace. I knew it would be a short round of love making, but it was just what we both needed.

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Bright red and blue lights flashes. Yellow crime tape stretched around my apartment building, or what was left of it. There was a huge whole in the front and dust covered bricks and water spewed from torn pipes. I’d closed my eyes four or five times, hoping that each time I opened them everything would be back in its correct place.

“Sir, Sir,” fingers snapped in front of me. “You can’t be here.”

Why couldn’t? It was my home. I had not where else to go. No family. No friends. No clothes. No textbooks. I’d only been gone for fifteen minutes. Long enough to walk to the store and grab some milk.

“Sir, did you hear me?”

I opened my mouth to . . . the world faded to black.

“He’s coming around.” Some rich deep toned voice floated though my mind. It soothed me and allowed me to forget what had happened for a few minutes. The man talked to some woman, explaining that he’d came to remove him from the crime scene and he’d collapsed. Landed in his arms.

“Why is he in your police cruiser?” The woman asked.

“Where else was I to put him?”

He could have taken me too his home. Could have offered me some kind of reason for the huge hole in my apartment building. Explained what I was supposed to do next. I had only a few pennies to my name after buying my milk, and my checking account had less than five dollars in it.

“Shit.” I groaned and pushed up into a semi-sitting position.

“Hey there.” The rich deep tone man said.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“I know that.” I waved my hands at the trashed building. “That.”

“Oh . . . I’m afraid I can’t say.”

“What?” Why not? He lived there. He had the right to know. Didn’t he? “That’s my home.”

“Oh.” The man ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, but . . .”

“I know. You can’t tell me anything.”

“What’s your name?” The woman asked and pulled a small notebook from her pocket.

“Tom Sand.”

“Apartment 15A.”

“Yes.”

“I can give you the name of the hotel that is holding rooms for the residence of this place.” The woman scribbled something and handed it to me.

I looked down and bit back the groan. There was no way I could afford such a nice hotel. I couldn’t even afford a dump one.

“Guess I’ll be going.” I stood and used the door to balance myself. “Sorry I passed out on you.”

“Understandable.” The rich deep tone man. “Sight to come home to.”

He could say that a thousand times and it would do little to ease me.

“Thanks.” He shoved the paper into his back pocket and walked towards the yellow tape, ducked under it and looked up and down the street.

“Tom, hold up.” Rich, deep toned man said.

“Yes, Officer.”

“Names’ Kevin.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“I don’t’ . . . I mean,” the man looked around then lowered his voice another octave. “I’m not supposed to do this, but if you want to . . . I mean . . . I have a . . . spare room.”

“Thanks, but . . .”

“Listen, I know that most of the people living here have little to their name.” Boy what a way to put it. Most of the ones living there were drug addicts or criminals. Another reason he knew that two-thirds of his building had gone to the streets to stay. Not something I wanted, but what was my other choices.

“All I’m saying is you can stay there until the reason behind this is found out and some insurance or whatever is paid out.”

I knew defeat was written all over my face, or something had to be, because Kevin motioned to the park across the street. “Wait over there for about twenty minutes and I will be able to leave. I have to work the rest of the night, but I can take my lunch break to take you to my place.”

Best offer he’d get and it beat the streets. “Thanks.” I nodded and headed to the park.

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“Demons need exercise?” Reginald’s hand went to his hips and his head lifted higher. If he hadn’t been pissed off, it would have drove me up the wall. What was I thinking, it had my cock swelling so fast there’d be zipper imprints.

“I’ve told you - -“

“Don’t care what you’ve told me. I know what I saw.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t think I’d follow you?”

Actually, I assumed he had. Not that it bothered me. I wasn’t hiding anything from him. I’d gone to the gym to workout, not hook up with some guy. Oh, there were a bunch of sweaty, hot men there who’d suck him off, but all I needed had been asleep in my bed when I left the house.

“I’m not sure,” I lifted my hand when Reginald went to interrupt me, “what you think you saw, but I went to workout out.”

“I saw that rich brown haired, hulk like guy rubbing your shoulders and you thrusted your hips back into him.”

“No one - -“

“Don’t feed me any more bullshit, Daniel Calvin Thomas.”

Bullshit? What the held was his lover thinking? Massages wasn’t . . . There was a policy against PDA in the gym. Only one . . .

“Fuck!”

“See you are ready to admit your cheating ways.”

“Hell I am.” I snapped my fingers and pulled up the video Witch Light Video Surveillance that Charlie had me install when he opened the gym. “Take a look at this.”

“I’m not buying anything your witchy ass pulls up.”

“Good, but you know, as well as I do, that no one can toy with the Witch Light Video Surveillance equipment. Don’t you?”

Reginald sighed and crossed his arms. Anger still rode his dark blue eyes, but I had his full attention.

“Who is this?” I cued the feed up to where I walked into the gym, letting it play until Charlie walked in.

“Charlie. So?”

“Okay.” I fast forward the video until Charlie was standing in front of some new member he’d been training for the last two week. Charlie was renowed for taking the new employees, or the male ones, on a quick test. Stupid ass brother of mine. “Who is this?”

“That is the fucker you cheated on me with.”

“Not the stranger, the guy standing behind him.”

“That’s . . . Shit. Damn. Fuck.”

“Caught on, did you?”

“I hate you being a fucking twin.” Reginald’s arms unfolded and his chin hit his chest. “I’m sorry, Daniel.”

“It’s fine.” Wasn’t, but who was he to fuss about his lover of five years being so jealsour that he forgot that his lover’s twin ran the gym.

“It is not.” Reginald came up to him and wrapped his arms around him. “I know you better than that.”

“I know you do. I also know how the green-eyed monster rides you when you are overstressed.”

“Don’t give me reason to take it out on you.” Reginald kissed his chest. “I’ve got to slow down. No more movies for a year after this one is complete.”

I’d heard that before and like always, another can’t miss the opportunity was dropped at Reginald’s feet. I didn’t care how much he worked. He was thankful that the two of them could work through issues when they arose.

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I ground my throbbing dick against his as the darkness of the unlit corner seeped around us. The mere idea of doing such in public heightened my desire for Randal. We’d been together for ten years and never once had we graced a dance club of any kind. Tonight was a special night he arranged just for me. A fantasy night. Yet, my agreement to take our intense heat home seemed to have escaped his mind. Not that I was complaining. My lover felt amazing. Wild. Free. Sure not the calm and mild man I fell in love with all those years ago.

Fingers fumbled with the button on my jean.

“Got to work harder if your mind is wandering.”

“Not wander.” I sealed my lips over his as his hand slid inside, gripping my cock. I let his mouth swallow my moan.

“Need you.” Randal nipped my lower lip, slipping his way to his knees. “Got to taste you. Here. Now.”

“You sure?”

Wet heat surrounding my lower head was my answer. I refused to thrust my hip forward. I knew Randal rarely sucked me off. Wasn’t his favorite thing, but he was excellent at it. Besides he despised deep throating. Not that I minded.

A wet pop came and then he slid back down my cock, laving at the underside of my head, before he took me half way into his mouth, all he could take at one time.

“Damn, lover.” I dug my fingers into his hair. “Keep it up.” I held on as he continue to suck me. I kept telling myself to keep my mouth shut. To not draw attention. Not that it would have mattered. There were men making out all over the place, but . . . Randal was giving me the best Valentine’s Day gift ever. “Shit . . . I’m . . .”

My load shot down his throat and he swallowed each spurt increasing the hot need racing over me.

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Rex spun the barstool around, taking in the shirtless crowd of men squeezed onto the dance floor. Most wore some kind of leather. Few sported collars, those he skipped over, because he did not touch someone else’s toys. Nope. He came there to find someone to spark his own fire. So far there’d been no . . .

“Wow!”

Nice tanned tattooed skin. The mirroal of the dragon flying over a mountain side reminded Rex of a man taking his lover to a far off castle. Something he could do. Not many chose to put an entire scene on their back, but Rex gave the unknown man props for doing so.

“See he caught your attention.” Thomas whispered into his ear. “Might as well find someone else.”

“Why?”

“Kyle never leaves with anyone.”

“A challenge then.”

Rex stood, straighten his cock as he pushed through the hoard of men. Some reached for him, but he dodged their grasp. Others beckoned for him to dance. He ignored those. His mind was deadest on Kyle. A man who had stolen his breath from first sight.

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Randal shook His head. His mouth had to be hanging open. What he witness was inhumanly possible. No one could turn from a tall, muscle bound man into . . . What was . . . “Scott?”

The large black dog . . no, what stood in front of him wasn’t a dog. It was larger than a wolf. What had Scott turned into.

The area around Scott began to fade red, as it had minutes ago, and consumed the massive animal’s body, leaving behind a naked Scott kneeling.

Randal found himself speechless. Who wouldn’t when the objective of their eyes finally stood naked in front of him. Man sure lived up to Randal’s image of him. He shook his head. Wasn’t time to focus on the broad shoulders. Tight chest muscles that remain motionless with each breath Scoot took. Wide smooth back blocked Randal from seeing what he’d long to stoke, swallow, and feel thrust into him.

“Randal?” Scoot stood fast, fluently and rushed over to him.

Damn, his cock was thicker than any other he’d seen over the last ten years of being an out Gay man. Better yet, it was more an anaconda. How could it not be? Scott’s dick was firm and waving at his stomach. Wait . . . Firm? Nope. Scott was aroused.

“Randal, talk to me. Are you okay?”

Hands feathered across his chest, around his head, and down his arms.

“There’s no outward marks, but did that beast break skin anywhere else?”

Scott knew Randal was asking a question, and from the way he kept gawking over Randal’s skin he was scared for some reason. The other larger than normal wolf had charged him, but Randal nailed him in the side before he could get with an arms length. He was fine, more than. The most majestic sight stood in front of him, devour him with his eye, even if Randal  only did so to ensure himself his best friend had not been harmed.

Fingers snapped in front of him. “Hey,” a hand lifted his chin.

“What?”

“I need you to tell me if any skin was broken?”

“No.” Randal’s eyes drifted back down to the much longer and purpling cock swaying free in front of Scott.

“What are . . . Shit.” Scott’s hands covered his privates. “Sorry.”

“Why?” Randal reached out and took hold of Randal’s wrist. “I liked what I was seeing.”

“You was?”

“Boy, yes.”

Scott let him tugged his hand free and took a step closer. “What would you do with it?”

“Lots of amazing activities could come with me manhandling that beauty.” His hand slid around and down Scott’s cock, pumping him twice, getting a loud moan out of him. “You like.”

“God, yes.” Scott thrust into his next stroke. “You have the perfect hands for that.”

“Have the perfect mouth too.” Randal winked at him. “I would take it all the way down my throat. “Take all the hard thrusting you could send my way.”

Scott groaned, pressing his chest out.

“Bet those nipples of yours love to be tortured as much as your cock.”

“More than.” Scott leaned in, stopping only when his lips were a mere inch away from him. “Can I?”

“I’m yours.” He had no idea why he was going down this path with his best friend, but it felt right. Not like Scott hadn’t been the man haunting his dream since he turned eighteen.

“That you are.” Scott was a hair away from his lips when a loud rumble filled the air.

Scott spun around, growling back, but it stopped before it took on a full force rumble. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No. I’m sorry.” The tallest man Randal every saw strode up to them.

Randal stepped in front of Scott, pushing him backwards.

“I mean your mate no harm.”

“Mate?”

“Ah,” the stranger nodded. “You have not had time to fill your mate in.”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No reason to apologize.” The man crossed his arm. “We caught the rouge five miles from here.”

“Great. Did you find out why he came after Randal?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Scott?”

“Yes. He believed Scott was encroaching on his man.”

“What? I never . . .”

Scott wrapped an arm around him. “I know, baby. I know.”

Baby? Oh man. As much as Randal loved where things had been going a minutes ago, being called baby, by Scott kind of poured a bucket of water on him. He had longed for Scott for years, but never believed he had a chance. Then, Scott was doing more than giving his chance. He was openly declaring affection for him.

“You okay, Baby?” Scott’s hand brushed across his stomach.

“I will leave you two. It seems you still have some major explaining to do.”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

Randal liked that the man was leaving, but he wasn’t sure how much he would like to hear whatever explanation the man mentioned.

“Let’s take a seat.”

Randal squared his shoulders and walked over to the fallen log, sitting down and patting his lap. “To protect your skin.”

“I . . . For this it would be best if I sat beside you.”

Okay, he’d changed his mind again. Looked as if the thrill of the moment was gone and he was going to be rejected by his best friend. Shit. How would he manage to be at his besties side after he kicked him to the side.

“Hey,” Scott tilted his head, placing a light kiss over his dry lips. “I want to be in your lap, but I want us both to have a level head while we discuss us.”

“Us?”

“Yes. Us.”

“Okay. Let’s get down to it.”