After seven years of being on the move, Arlo Barman wants nothing more than a place to call home. But unbeknownst to him, Arlo is a caladrius healer, so staying in one place has never been an option. The compulsion to separate himself from those he's healed is all-consuming and leaves him little choice but to pack up yet again. Nash Silver is the only werewolf in his small coastal town. Living undetected in a human world is imperative for his kind, and he and his small circle of friends -- a vampire and a psychic -- have done so for decades. But Nash's anonymous existence is jeopardized when a man with an enticing scent moves into town. From the moment Nash lays eyes on the stranger, nothing is more important than being close to him. Not even guarding his secret. Arlo isn't interested in a relationship or even a date, his past has taught him nothing good comes from it, but the rather pushy local popping up everywhere he goes has his heart somersaulting. If he's heart is somersaulting or not doesn't matter, because when Nash gets injured, Arlo is the only one who can save him. Having used his powers, Arlo has to leave Nash and the cozy town he wanted to make his home, but can Nash survive being separated from his mate?

Black Bird

“Nash.” There was a tremble in his voice that tugged at Nash’s heart.


“I…” Nash looked at Arlo’s flushed face, but as soon as he did, Arlo tried to hide.


“Why are you embarrassed? Seeing you like this makes me so hot, you can’t even imagine.” Nash continued to kiss his back, his hand caressing Arlo’s side and curling around his hip. He left it there for a second or two before moving toward his cock.


“This is good, already you’re saying my name, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”


Arlo shot him a glare, and Nash chuckled. He placed a kiss on Arlo’s buttock who jumped in response. Interesting. Nash did it again. “Babe?”


Nash slid his tongue over Arlo’s left butt cheek toward his hole.


“Hey!” Arlo tried to move away again, but Nash held him in place as he licked down Arlo’s crack. The scent coming off him changed to one heady with arousal.


“Fuck, yeah.” Nash’s cock throbbed and ached as he tongued Arlo again.


Chapter 49