accepted gay couples into their social circle, so he hopes they can accept him.
Matty is about to graduate college, and he’s in the market for a Daddy. He walks into the RTMC bar with three of his girlfriends, and a huge hulk of a man rescues him from some rednecks. He recognizes the bouncer for the leather daddy he is, and sparks fly between them.
Most of the MC is prepared to accept Razor as a gay brother, but they know they’ll have to figure things out as they happen once Razor is serious about someone. Will his ‘boy’ be an ol’lady? And can all the ol’lady rules really apply to a man?
Razor is a raven, Matty is human. The RTMC fits into the local supernatural hierarchy in a myriad of ways, and Razor is already friends with Abbott and Spence.
But a supernatural storm is about to blindside the club, and their personal ties to The Dragon King and Master Vampire won’t be enough to help.
Warning: Male-male sexual practices are front and center in this book, not to mention it’s kinky as your grandmother’s old phone cord. Razor and Matty are heavy on the D/s, the S&M, and the B&D.
Chapter One
Razor
I walked the length of the Rolling Thunder bar and restaurant, listening to conversations so I could stop any problems before they started. I’d transferred to the Chattanooga RTMC to set up some laundromats for the club, but all non-wolf shifters have to help at their other businesses during the three nights of the full moon.
The door opened and three girls came in with a guy. My heart slowed and my dick pulsed — it was girl’s night out, and one of them had brought her GBF. Her gay best friend.
Unlike wolves, ravens don’t have a strong sense of smell. Our gifts lie in our eyesight and hearing. We can see for miles, but our true talent is in spotting tiny movements and patterns. Those micro-expressions profilers use a slow-motion camera to see? I pick up on without even thinking about. I know when someone’s lying. When they’re happy, sad, conflicted.
And these four were happy. They talked about outfits, makeup, accessories, and the fact a local department store was having a big sale on shoes and purses the next day, and they had to get there early before the best stuff was gone.
The twink wore black, skintight jeans, a charcoal mesh shirt that showed his nipples as well as every beautiful muscle all the way down to the dangerously low jeans, and his black jacket reminded me of something Prince might’ve worn in the eighties. The boy also wore heavy motorcycle boots — the real thing, and they showed the wear and tear of a rider. Probably an homage to where they were going, but these weren’t the kind meant to just look good. Either he rode, or he’d picked them up at a secondhand store.
He was dressed straight out of the ‘looking for my new daddy’ fashion book, but fuck if it wasn’t exactly what this papa bear wanted.
I moved to the other side of the room and tried to ignore them, but it was only a matter of time before I had to rescue the boy from some drunk rednecks.
I saw things escalating and was on my way, but one of the girls stood and took a swing at the most threatening of the two rednecks and made solid contact. The twink stood to back his friend up, but the other redneck shoved the little guy backwards into the table and slammed his lower back across the top of the chair, and I wasn’t sure if it had hit the bottom of his rib cage or his kidneys. The twink rolled to the side, came to his feet, and managed to land a few punches of his own, but he also took yet another kidney punch because both rednecks focused on him and ignored his friend. I got to them as fast as I could, and since they weren’t far from the entrance, I tossed the rednecks out the door.
As the second one landed on the pavement in the parking lot, I wondered if maybe I should’ve escorted them rather than actually throwing them, but it was too late to back down. Viper gave me an odd look, but I needed to handle my job and all eyes were on me. I told the patrons, “We serve everyone here, s’long as they have manners. Those two seemed to have