Caution: this story contains some steamy first time M/M sex scenes and the absurd notion of a pregnant male.
excerpt:
I finished pumping gas and moved my truck to a parking spot at the front of the general store. When I walked through the doors I was hit with the aroma from the diner reminding me how hungry I was. I paid for my gas and asked the attendant if he knew a Terry Garner or someone called Kobal. My eyes widened at his reaction. “The look on your face says that you do. May I speak with them?”
The man called over his shoulder, “Billy, go find Terry, tell him he has an out of town visitor asking for him.”
An adolescent voice called out, ‘yes sir’ and the young boy darted behind me and out the door.
I was really excited. “So you know them? They are here?” I hadn’t really expected to hit pay dirt so quickly.
A few moments later a voice came from the diner behind me. “Daniel? Is that you?” I turned and it was like I was looking into a mirror at a future version of me.
My eyes flew wide. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t until I saw you. God you look like your grandmother.” in three long strides he was facing me. His hands clasped me by the shoulders as his gaze seemed to bore through to the center of my soul then he pulled me into an embrace. He reluctantly released me, but left his arm across my waist. “Come on, we have quite a lot to discuss.” The man led me to a booth on the left and I sat with my back to the entrance.
“So are you Kobal?”
“No, I’m Terry Garner. Kobal was your father.”
“Then who are you?”
He had a troubled look on his face. “Oh boy… how do I explain this?” he seemed to size me up as he collected his thoughts. “Well, I guess I’m your mother.” I started to protest and he just held up his hand to stop me. “The story I’m about to tell you is centuries old. It is both folklore and an oral history of the people that live in these mountains. We are shifters, wolf shifters to be precise at least in this settlement. I am an omega wolf… and the significance in this context is I can become pregnant by my fated mate. Kobal was my mate, he was a demon and a hunted man and we all knew it. You came along quite unexpectedly. Then at the time of your birth he took you and left you with someone to keep your existence and location a secret from those who could use you to get to him. Kobal was killed just after you were born about twenty years ago by assassins that managed to corner and overwhelm him.” Terry paused looking at my neck. “Would there happen to be a small pendant with some odd symbols surrounded by filigrees on the end of that chain?”
I was about to call bullshit on this man, but when he described my pendant I was speechless. I slowly pulled the chain out of my shirt. “The person whom I believed all my live to be my grandfather gave this to me and said that it was my father’s and to never take it off.”
Terry’s eyes clouded with tears. “Yes that belonged to Kobal. It was a protection talisman that he made for you and he said it would shroud all links to your heritage. I never knew where you were taken, he wouldn’t tell me. He did say that at the right time you would find us on your own.”
“Ok… so let’s backup to where you gave birth to me? Is that true or is this just a line of bullshit for the gullible tourist?” Suddenly I caught a whiff of the most delicious scent I had ever smelled. It hit me square in the chest and made my balls ache. I moaned. “What is that I smell?” I demanded.
“What? Sausage gravy I think.”
“Oh hell no, that is NOT sausage gravy.” I closed my eyes and raised my nose and took a slow deliberate breath of the sweetest aroma I have ever smelled. “It smells like orange… and… cayenne pepper? Why do I smell oranges and cayenne pepper?” I turned my head searchingly. I found where the scent was the strongest and stood to follow it. I walked back into the general store and walked up and down the aisles, following the scent like a bloodhound. The scent seemed to go outside, but when I walked past a man standing in line at the register I nearly stumbled trying to backtrack. From behind the man, I put my nose to the side of his neck and inhaled deeply. The man jumped away and growled at me like some kind of animal. From somewhere inside me I hissed an answer to his challenge and stalked closer to him.
“Daniel James Madison stop this at once!” Terry shouted behind me. I froze and turned to face him.
“What is happening to me?” I cried.
“Well this is awkward…” He said once he was standing beside me. “Daniel this is Ian Tanner, and if I’m not mistaken, he is your mate.”
The man looked at Terry first then back to me, “My mate? No fuckin way… there is no way my mate is a guy and I’m not gay so back the fuck off!”
I turned to face this delicious man and inhaled again. I continued to stalk him as he assumed a defensive posture. I have no idea where it came from but I stepped through his defenses quickly with only minor damage. I grabbed his jaw in one hand and held his arm to his side as I turned his head.
He fought me. “I do not submit to you… now get the fuck off!” He shouted. I ignored his threat and punches from his free arm and licked him from collar bone to the base of his ear. My action pulled the most beautiful shuttering groan out of him.
…end of excerpt.
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