Hagen, Lynn - Murphy's Madness [Brac Pack 15] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

Ludo fought the itch in his gums. He did not want his mate to be frightened until he could explain to Murphy what he was.

Though his mate was a half-breed, he wanted Murphy to accept him with a clear head and knowledge of what it meant. For now he was going to enjoy his mate’s body and bring him to the heights of pleasure.

He pulled back, swiveled his hips, then pushed back in. Ludo’s hips snapped, bucked, and gyrated. He watched Murphy’s passion flash across his gorgeous face.

“Ludo, so good.” Murphy’s head tilted back, his small canines emerging once again. The sight threatened Ludo’s sanity. Ludo swooped down, running his tongue over the lengthened teeth, the tip of his tongue pressing into the tip of his mate’s canines.

Murphy bit down, sucking his tongue in and the small amount of blood Ludo was sure welled up. Murphy sucked as Ludo snapped his hips, his cock swelling further, bringing him closer to release. Ludo tucked Murphy’s legs around his waist and tweaked Murphy’s nipples. They tightened under his fingers as Murphy shuddered.

He tweaked harder, and Murphy’s back came off of the couch. “Damn,” Ludo whispered into Murphy’s mouth. He broke the kiss, looking down to see the reddened skin under his fingers.

So damn sexy.

Ludo grabbed Murphy’s wrists when his mate started waving his hands around, so lost in passion, being careful of the bandaged one. He pushed them above Murphy’s head and thrust harder, deeper, and faster.

“Yes, just like that,” Murphy cried out as he tried to pull his arms free. “Like that.” Murphy tossed his head from left to right, his mouth opening and closing. Ludo placed his neck at Murphy’s mouth, allowing his mate to bite into his flesh.

“Fuck.” Ludo jetted into him. His skin was on fire and his head swimming in a fog. He pulled back, leaving just the head in, then slammed forward.

Murphy released him and cried out, his cock exploding and painting both their bodies with his release. Ludo wasn’t too far behind. He stiffened, growled, and then a kaleidoscope of colors burst around him. His nails extended, but he managed not to embed them into his mate’s skin.

His cock became ultrasensitive, his body jerking as his balls emptied the remaining seed he had. Ludo collapsed onto Murphy, all his strength gone. Murphy lay under him, sweaty and spent, gasping for air. He could hear his mate’s heart beating out of control.

Ludo let go of his mate’s arms and pushed his under Murphy’s back, pulling the smaller man close to him. He nuzzled into Murphy’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“About my store.” Murphy ran his hands over Ludo’s hair. “I wasn’t really serious about giving it to you.”

“I didn’t think so,
rebenka
.” Ludo chuckled then pecked his mate on the lips. “Although having my own business is tempting.”

“You wouldn’t?” Murphy asked in a voice laced with dare.

“No, I would never take from you.”

Murphy tried to push Ludo off of him. “Oh shit, my store. I left it open.”

“Not to worry.” Ludo settled his weight back onto Murphy. “My friends are watching it.”

“They know how to run a bookstore? I do have some rare books there.”

Ludo jumped up and grabbed his clothes. “Crap, let’s go.”

* * * *

Murphy jumped around as he tried to get his jeans to cooperate. “I swear, if they sold them for a dollar, I’m going to be really pissed.” Murphy finally got them on and pulled them to his waist, snapping them, and then shoved his feet into his sneakers. He ran a hand through his wayward curls and then grabbed his keys.

“I’ll pay for whatever loss they have caused,” Ludo promised as he bent at the waist and tied his boots up.

Murphy watched the dark and handsome man. He had to be Russian from his accent, but his skin was dark like a Middle Easterner. What was the guy’s nationality? “What are you?”

Ludo stiffened, his eyes slowly rising to meet Murphy’s. “What do you mean,
rebenka
? I’m a man, why would you think otherwise?”

“You speak Russian, but your skin is so golden and tanned.” It didn’t slip Murphy’s notice that Ludo looked relieved. What had the man thought Murphy meant? If he thought about it, he didn’t really know this guy. Sure, his hormones took over and the sex was out of this world, but what did he know about Ludo?

“I am Russian, my name is Ludovic Chernov. I also have ancestors from Cairo. Mixed blood.” Ludo finished tying his boots and stood. He snagged Murphy in for another one of those toe-curling kisses before letting him go. Murphy stood there still puckered up, his mind skipping along in la-la land as his skin buzzed with excitement.

“Come on, let’s go see what Montana and Dagon have done with your bookstore.” Murphy followed along like a lost puppy, gazing at Ludo’s back as he sighed. At the last second he remembered to lock his door.

They walked back to his bookstore together, Murphy watching out for Maribel. He wasn’t sure if Ludo would help him. He
had
just met the guy. What right did he have to expect this hunk to step in and rescue him? He was quite sure Maribel would strike even if Ludo were standing right next to him. The crazy bitch would probably swing her hammer
because
Ludo was standing right next to him.

Ludo held the door open as he stepped into his store, looking around to see if his shelves were cleared out. Thankfully, it seemed to be as he had left it. “Hi.” He nodded toward the men standing around his store, looking more like steroid-induced bouncers than book sellers.

The two men and Oliver smiled at him. “We sold a few books. Was twenty bucks apiece okay?” the bald-headed man asked, looking very proud of himself. His chest was overinflated, and he had a cocky grin on his face.

“Depends on which books they were.” Murphy prayed it wasn’t any of his rare finds.
Please don’t let my luck be that damn bad.

“Murder Mysteries,” Oliver answered, looking just as pleased.

“Twenty bucks? That’s a little steep.” He would have to find out who the man sold them to and credit them.

The bald man’s face fell as he glared over at Oliver. “Sorry, I was going to sell them for four dollars, but Oliver said that was too low.”

Ludo smiled at Murphy, leaning in as he spoke in his ear. “This is Montana. You can kick his ass if you want.”

Yeah right.
Then right after that he would win the lottery and be rich. That was so not happening. The guy was only an inch shorter than Ludo, and that wasn’t short.

The dark and lovely man that was stealing his heart had to be about six five, and they both were muscular as hell. Murphy felt like the geek on the beach next to muscleheads.

Montana shrugged. “I tried. I told you I didn’t know what I was doing.” He stepped from behind the counter with an
oh well
look on his face.

“Thank you.” Murphy shook his head as he walked off into his office. He had to check his online orders to see what needed to be done around here. Visions of a dark and rippled body filtered through his mind. He shuddered as he thought of those softly spoken words, and those sexy-ass eyes. Murphy shivered again when he thought of how Ludo was a master of seduction.

His mind stopped dreaming of the sexy man when he noticed a note taped to the monitor.

He peeled the tape from the screen and opened the piece of paper.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Write it or be written off.

Murphy’s hands began to tremble. She had been in his office, used his very own computer to type the note, and then printed it.
She had been in his office!

Murphy jumped when arms circled around his waist and a chin rested on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong,
rebenka
?” Ludo grabbed the note from his hand and scanned it. “What is this?” he growled as he looked up at Murphy and waited for an answer.

“Oh, that.” He chuckled nervously and waved his hand dismissively. “It’s a reminder that I have to write some checks before the due dates.” He bit his lip, hoping Ludo didn’t question him any further. The man would probably drop him like a hot potato if he found out Murphy had issues. Who wanted to date a man with drama in his life? The people on those trashy talk shows never looked like Ludo, and he wasn’t chancing losing the man’s interest.

Ludo gave him a penetrating stare. “Uh-huh. So you write an ominous reminder?”

“Hey, it scares me into writing those checks, so it works.” Murphy’s eyes jumped from one thing to another, never looking at Ludo. He probably should keep his mouth shut. He was going to screw the lie up if Ludo kept questioning him.

“Okay. Weird but effective, I guess.” Ludo handed him the threatening note back. Murphy offered him a grin, knowing damn well the man wasn’t buying it. He was going to mess this up, he just knew it.

Murphy had always been a little off kilter in his way of thinking, which never bothered him before, but the thought of his screwed-up brain patterns running this man off bothered him now. Lying just wasn’t his forte.

“The guys left. Sorry about Montana gouging your customers.”

Murphy shook his head as he stepped around Ludo. “No problem. I’ll credit the customers and all will be right with the world again.”

Why wouldn’t the guy stop looking at him suspiciously? Other various lies ran through his mind, but Murphy decided to keep his trap shut. He was digging a hole for himself, and it was getting deeper. Soon he would be buried so deep, he’d meet and greet Satan. He shuddered at the thought.

He walked over to the computer and printed off the list of books he needed to gather for an order. “Work calls.” He pulled a tight, false smile up onto his face as he held the paper up to Ludo.

Practically running out of the office, Murphy hummed to himself as he gathered his list, trying his best not to think of hot, sweaty skin and the most explosive orgasm he had ever had. His cock didn’t listen. It filled out the front of his pants, begging to be let out again.

Thoughts of Maribel and her twisted sense of reality were gone. Thoughts of a mouth so warm and wet around his cock made him want to run into the bathroom and relieve the pressure. He looked over his shoulder to see Ludo relaxed on the sofa and thumbing through a magazine. The man was even hot reading
Home and Garden.

Murphy just stood there drooling, watching that seductive tongue come out to lick Ludo’s finger and turn the page. God, how he wished he were Ludo’s thumb. Murphy’s tongue came out and licked the air, imagining it was Ludo’s cock.

He caught himself, cleared his throat, and then turned back to the shelves. The need to drop to all fours and crawl over to the sex god was strong. He chanced another look to see that Ludo was grinning as he read the magazine. Was something in an article funny, or did Ludo know about how horny he was?

“Round two?” Ludo asked the page. How the hell did the guy know?

Murphy’s mouth opened to answer, but all that came out was an “Ung.”

The dreamy man tossed the magazine aside and pushed from the couch. The predatory look in his eyes made Murphy back away. The man looked so…hungry. How could Ludo look that way for him?

“Come,
rebenka
.” Ludo spoke low and husky. Murphy’s whole body shivered at his command.

He dropped the books in his hands, barely noticing them hit the floor as he walked in a trance toward the hypnotic voice.

With a voice like that, Ludo could talk him into selling cheese on a corner and Murphy would do it with a big goofy grin on his face. He was such a goner.

Chapter Four

Murphy bit his thumbnail as Ludo pulled onto a gravel driveway and drove up to a humongous mansion. He had agreed to meet his family. Who the hell met family after just meeting a guy and two rounds of hot-ass sex?