Poseidon, ancient Greek God of the Sea, ruler of earthquakes and once worshipped by thousands as a fertility god, was bored and that could be a dangerous thing for people around him. Deciding to visit his son, Nereus and friends at the Cloverleah pack, Poseidon causes his own brand of trouble, resulting in a night out at a club. All he wanted was a bed partner for a few hours. What he got was so much more.
Alpha Claude wanted nothing more than to rule his pack, care for his club members and take up the offer of a warm body when his urges got to strong. When Kane, Alpha of Cloverleah calls and says he wants to bring a special visitor, he was intrigued. But when a silver-haired god walks into his club, he knows his life is going to change. He just didn't by realize how much.
Gods dropping in, visits from family and pesky secrets have a way of making things difficult. Fighting outside foes is easy, but the problems that flare between two very different men might be enough to scupper their mating before it has a chance to settle. Will they ever find their HEA or are the differences between a land creature and a god of the sea to big to overcome?
This is an M/M true mates book and as such comes with the obligatory warnings. While this is book two in the series and can be read as a standalone, readers will have more of an understanding of secondary characters and off page references if they have read book one and the Cloverleah series, in particular, On The Brink.
“What have you done to me?”
Claude smiled his first genuine smile in six days as an angry Poseidon appeared before him. Personally, after he’d learned of his mate’s slutty behaviors from Nereus, he expected him a lot sooner. But as he inhaled his mate’s unique scent, his body responding accordingly; inside, Claude was relieved Poseidon had come at all.
“It’s customary to greet an Alpha with respect when you step in their territory,” he reminded quietly, acutely aware of his pack members, many of whom bristled at the sudden intrusion of a non-wolf in their midst. Thank goodness, he was on the BDSM side of the club or he’d be shelling out a fortune in drinks to hapless humans who’d wondered where his mate had come from.
“Oh, forgive me, most illustrious Alpha,” Poseidon sneered as he made a sweeping bow causing two Doms to trip over each other as their eyes remained glued to Poseidon’s ass clearly defined in skin tight leather. He straightened and the hair on the back of Claude’s neck bristled under the power his mate exuded. “What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Cock?”
“Everything you asked for and not as much as I wished.” Claude leaned back on the bar, his wolf intently aware the mood in the club had shifted. “I told you we were mates and I explained what would happen once I bit you.” There were a few gasps at the mate statement, but Claude kept his eyes on Poseidon. His wolf would watch his back.
“And I explained I am a god for fuck's sake. Gods don’t have mates. Now take this spell off me before I lose my temper and you find out how many of your snarly friends can swim.”
Claude laughed although it was killing him not to take his mate into his arms and take up where they left off. “There is no spell, no magic potions or anything else like that. I bit you; you wear my mark. We’re bonded together for life and yes,” he allowed his eyes to rake over Poseidon’s delectable body, “that cock now only works for me, as everyone here can clearly see. Now, why don’t we take this somewhere private?”
“I’ve got nothing to fear from a bunch of wolves.” Claude internally winced at the sneer in Poseidon’s tone. His mate might be beautiful but he had a few lessons to learn in making friends. “I won’t have this. I won’t be mated to a land creature. I’ll speak to the Fates personally if I have to, but I will have this mating broken.”
“Do what you like.” Claude fought to stay visibly calm; not easy to do with his heart shattering into a million pieces. He knew his mating wouldn’t be easy, but he didn’t think Poseidon would try and break it. Didn’t he feel the attraction at all? “I’m sure you have the Fates cowering in their collective boots. I’ll be waiting when you’ve got over that snit of yours and come crawling back for some relief.” He managed a trademark grin. “I already owe you two spankings. You coming here and making a scene has cost you another one.”
Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Hell will freeze over first.”