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 started playing with Arlo’s cock, stealing his ability to speak. The caress was too soft, too teasing to give Arlo what he needed, so he rolled his hips, only to freeze when he realized it made him push against Nash’s cock. The tip almost breached him, the pressure was there, but not enough of it for him to push in.


Nash moved his hand again, luring Arlo to seek his touch. Arlo huffed, and Nash chuckled, though a bit strangled.


Slowly, Arlo pushed against him. Nash’s grip on his cock turning firmer and his chest vibrating against Arlo’s back. That savage need bloomed in Arlo’s head again—Nash’s. He blew out a breath and moved. The burning stretch heightening his senses until he could hear Nash’s heartbeats in his head.


“Oh fuck, Arlo.” Nash flexed his hips, sliding in farther, brushing against the spot that had Arlo’s entire being turning into a roaring bundle of want.


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