Fighting Fangs

By Lisa Oliver

Book Four Bound and Bonded Series
(Can be read as standalone)

Ace is on a mission. On the run from his old pack, the enforcer is determined that cat shifter Teric must die. In his head it's the only way he can regain his place in the Washington pack and the Bound and Bonded club. In an effort to meet his needs for Domination in the human world, Ace visits Whips, a predominantly human BDSM club and gets the shock of his life.

Devin is a five hundred year old vampire who has been searching for his one and only for the longest time. Working as a house sub at Whips was fine until one Master over steps his boundaries and Devin is left with time on his hands. Deciding on a whim to track down the delicious wolf shifter he had smelled at the club, Devin soon tracks down Ace...and then promptly wishes he hadn't. Ace is a wolfist and refuses to accept Devin as his mate.

Misunderstandings are just one hurdle these two need to overcome, if they are ever to have their HEA. The enforcers from the Washington Pack are still looking for Ace, and when they find him it might prove the end for both Devin and Ace.

Warnings; this is a gay erotic romance about a wolf shifter and a vampire. The book includes graphic sex scenes between men, BDSM elements and coarse language.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Oliver
• Release date: Feb 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310612985

Lisa Oliver

HiMy name is Lisa Oliver and welcome to my Author page. After spending years writing non-fiction books, the lure of fiction and the men in my head finally had me sitting down and writing The Reluctant Wolf, an M/M paranormal erotic romance in November 2013. Since that time I have written one hundred titles including the Cloverleah Pack series, the Bound and Bonded series, Alpha and Omega series, Stockton Wolves series, The Hellhound Collar series, The Gods Made Me Do It series and many more. All of my books are M/M (or M/M/M) come with a guaranteed HEA and absolutely no cheating.I strongly believe in the power of love - and all of my books are based on the true mate trope. However, for me, insta-lust does not equal insta-love and all of my books tell of the journey my main characters need to go through to reach that state of being in love with someone special. Some of my books can be read as standalone, but in cases like the Cloverleah series you get a good idea of the back stories of secondary characters by reading the books in order.I love to hear from all of my readers so please feel free to catch up with me on Facebook, Twitter or through my blog.

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Fighting Fangs

Bound and Bonded Book 4

By Lisa Oliver

Copyright 2015 Lisa Oliver

All Rights Reserved

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Fighting Fangs (Book 4 Bound & Bonded Series)

Copyright Lisa Oliver, 2015

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First Edition January, 2015

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Fighting Fangs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: This book contains material that maybe offensive to some people including graphic language, cursing, explicit sex between males, male-male sex, anal intercourse, oral, rimming.

Dedication

Even when times are hard, there are those few special people who keep you going every day. You know who you are. Thank you.

CONTENTS

Start of Fighting Fangs

Epilogue

Previous Books in the Bound and Bonded Series

Other Wolf Shifter M/M Books by Lisa Oliver

About the Author

Chapter One

Ace Tarlton couldn’t stop the growl rumbling from his chest as he took in the pathetic offerings in the club. It had taken him over a week before his provisional membership in the supposedly upmarket Whips club had been approved and he had been assured, when he applied, that there were subs of all types available who could cater to any needs of a discerning Dominant. Unlike his last place, this club didn’t care about where he had been before, or whether or not he was trained as a Dom. All they were interested in was the state of his bank balance and whether or not he had a police record.

Knowing that he could satisfy on both counts, Ace hadn’t worried about putting in his application. When he had got the call, letting him know his provisional membership had been approved, Ace had wasted no time pulling on his leather pants, a buckled harness the only clothing needed under his jacket, leather of course, and heading down to the club.

An hour later, slowly sipping a bottle of water at the bar, Ace could see there were some major problems with his new club. The lighting was tacky for a start – the strobe lights making it difficult for Ace to keep his sensitive eyes focused.

There were far more Dominants than subs in the club if the evening crowd was any indication. The Doms themselves were, for the most part, part-time posers who clearly had office day jobs that left their physiques flabby and unattractive. Ace was appalled to see there were women in the club – he was used to male only places. Many of the women were also Dominants, if their dress and mannerisms were to be believed. As a confirmed gay man, watching some woman have her pussy eaten out by a bald-headed female sub while the Domme chatted with a friend, made Ace discretely shudder with disgust.

But by far the biggest problem with the lame assed club - aside from its outdated décor, poor lighting, sticky floor and pounding music - the biggest problem from Ace’s point of view was that it was full of humans. Loud, smelly, weak humans. There wasn’t a sniff of another wolf shifter in the place, and Ace had cased the place thoroughly when he had first arrived, hoping against hope that he could find a submissive wolf shifter among the crowds.

Closing his eyes for one brief moment, Ace thought longingly of the last club, the last pack he belonged to. The Bound and Bonded Club was run by his ex-Alpha, a wolf shifter, and the club served as the main house for the Washington pack. The entire club was populated by gay wolves and it was heaven on earth for Ace. Three subs to every Dom, weaker wolves loving the security of a big male only pack. Subs who could take a solid whipping and come back begging for more.

Ace had been a member, a respected Dom, building his way up to a pack enforcer for more than eight years. His life had been perfect until Kyle, one of the head enforcers, had taken a cat shifter for a mate and that cat, Ace couldn’t even think the word without snarling, had become an automatic member of what had been, until then, a wolf only pack.

For Ace, everything went downhill that one fateful day, just three weeks ago. Kyle, with his rock star good looks, wearing his cat shifter on his arm, like the little man was anything but the scum Ace knew him to be. A manipulating, conniving cat shifter who had somehow got lucky and managed to lay him out on the floor, right in the Alpha’s office.

Forcing away those humiliating memories, Ace took another look around his current club, trying to find someone, anyone, who looked like they could take a beating and a hard fuck without breaking. He wasn’t having a lot of luck.

Your attention on the center stage, if you please. Master Marco will be testing Devin, one of our house subs on his ability to take a bull whip. A male voice came out across the music.

Ace snorted. Yeah, gonna be a short show. Like a human is going to be able to take more than one or two lashes. Not like a wolf shifter sub. His mind flashed back to the last sub he had taken at Bound and Bonded – Jules. The boy had taken ten lashes easily, his cock hard and leaking throughout, and then begged to be fucked. More than happy to oblige because Ace couldn’t help but get hard from inflicting pain on the willing, he cheerfully pounded his cock into the screaming boy until they both had explosive orgasms.

Reminding himself that he would have that again, once he got rid of that pesky cat shifter out of the Washington pack, Ace headed over to the stage area. He needed to do something about the urges he had now. Wolf shifters were notoriously sexual creatures and Ace had enjoyed nothing but his fucking right hand for three weeks. Even if he didn’t dare do a scene with any of the human men around him, he might be able to live vicariously through this Master Marco and fuck some boy’s mouth afterwards.

Choosing a place by the wall close to the stage, Ace concentrated on the boy who was being prepped for the whipping. He had no interest in the Dom who was prancing around on the other end of the stage, flicking a short, 6 foot bull whip all over the place like he was some fucking artiste. The fact that the man was using a six foot whip as opposed to the ten or twelve foot ones used at the Bound and Bonded club, had already dropped Ace’s interest by a good ten points. But then he wasn’t interested in other Doms, period. Nope, his interest was at the other end of the stage where a blond, well-built man was currently being attached to the St. Andrews cross against the wall.

Ace couldn’t see the boy’s face, because the man was surrounded by another four subs, who were twittering around, checking bindings and generally making more fuss than necessary. If it had been him doing the scene, Ace would have bound the boy to the cross himself, not trusting anyone else to check the bindings, and making sure his boy knew his safe words and was prepared to use them if necessary.

The Dom at the other end of the stage was clearly more into his image, rather than the health and safety of his sub. That made Ace snarl again. He might not like humans but any sub was worthy of respect and care, and this Dom’s attitude screamed look-at-me instead of caring for the man who was going to take his whip.

Finally, the house subs were done, and they cleared the stage. Now the area was lit with just two spotlights, one on the Dom and one on the boy, Devin, Ace remembered, bound to the cross. Ace admitted to himself that the boy looked good, at least from what he could see. Long limbs, with fine muscles outlined in a faint sheen of sweat. Two beautiful glute muscles that Ace would love to worship with whip, paddle or his bare hand. A broad back, that Ace noticed had more than a few pale white scars on it already, slimming to a trim waist. Blond shaggy hair falling around his head, was obstructing Ace’s view of the boy’s face.

Ready boy? Ace almost doubled over laughing at the sound of the man’s voice. He might look like a Dom. He dressed like a Dom but when Master Marco opened his mouth he sounded like a dweeb on crack. Ace thought it was hilarious.

Devin lifted his head. Yes Sir, he called back before dropping his head again. But not before Ace had got a good look at the boy’s face and damn if lust didn’t hit his balls, hard. Fuck, Devin was beautiful. Lean, hard face. Huge violet eyes, a cute straight nose and full pale pink lips. Even if the boy wimped out at the first lash of the whip, Ace knew he had to have him. It wouldn’t be tonight, but he was determined to have him at least once.

The crack of the whip echoed just after a flash of red appeared on Devin’s back. The boy barely moved, just shuffled his feet a little in the restraints and settled for the next one, which came quickly after. Four lashes later, Ace chanced a quick look at Devin’s cock, which was big, hard and leaking slightly. Barely suppressing a whimper Ace did a fist pump in his head. The boy was a pain slut – which meant he was perfect for Ace, for at least one scene, maybe more. For the first time since he walked into the Whips club, Ace started to think that the money he had outlaid for membership might be worth it.

At six lashes, the Dom stopped, clearly confused as to why Devin hadn’t cried out, or called out his safeword. Devin had six distinct lash marks on his back, although the skin wasn’t broken.

Had enough boy?

More please, Sir, Devin called out firmly. The crowd around the stage voiced their approval, and Ace could understand why. A bullwhip was hard for anyone to take, anyone human that is. Six lashes would normally be the harshest limit, but Devin wanted more. Oh he was fucking perfect and Ace felt almost giddy as he willed the boy to continue.

The Dom was getting