New Lone Wolf Pack Story: Wolf in Heat
This is the first story in Danny's trilogy. It came out last week and the new one is due out on Friday 8/24!
When
Danny, a deputy and werewolf, finds a wounded werecat near a crime scene he’s
immediately attracted to the feline stranger. But the werecat’s good looks and contentious
attitude drive Danny crazy. Can he tend the man’s wounds and question him
without his wolfish desire taking over?
This
8,500 word story contains graphic gay werewolf/werecat sex including mutual
masturbation, anal sex and interspecies mating.
Excerpt:
Danny’s
heart pounded in his chest and his breath caught in his throat as he stared
into the werecat’s almond shaped eyes. The man’s lips parted slightly, like he
was about to speak, but Danny’s mouth caught them before the feline had a
chance to say another word.
Their
lips burned when they met, sparks of desire coursing through the deputy’s body
as his hand squeezed the man’s muscular shoulder. Shit! He was kissing a
witness- this was definitely against police protocol!
Then
the werecat’s hand slipped over Danny’s stomach, cupping the wolf’s rock hard
erection in his slender fingers. The deputy gasped, and leaned back, his mouth
inches from the other man’s.
“You
even stiffen like a whelp,” Nalin hissed.
Frowning,
Danny glanced at the werecat’s own hardness and pulled back the covers. “So do
you,” he growled.
To
his surprise, Nalin grinned. “What are you going to do about it, deputy
McDonald?”
The
man was playing with him- just like a cat played with a mouse. Well, Danny was
no mouse! Glaring, he smashed his mouth into Nalin’s a second time, their lips
and tongues fighting for dominance. The searing heat of the werecat melted
against the wolf’s lips- the man’s scent invading the Danny’s nose with the
rich musk of a cat in heat.
Each
thud of Nalin’s heart pounded in Danny’s ear, and the wolf yanked up the man’s
hospital gown. He shouldn’t be doing this. The werecat was a witness in police
custody. He’d been shot, for God’s sake! But Danny’s body moved on its own
accord, his hand sliding over the sturdy golden head in front of him- admiring
the bed of black curls it sprang from- stroking the shaft until Nalin hissed in
pleasure.
“Some
torture,” the werecat said as he fumbled with Danny’s zipper.
A
doctor could walk in at any moment- could discover the town’s deputy molesting
a witness. Would Holden fire him? Fuck!
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