Beta Trilogy 3: Beta's Passion now live!
The third and final installment of Alex's trilogy is out!!!! I'll be releasing the final set with all three of Alex's stories next week.
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When the omega catches Alex and West in a precarious
situation, they come clean to the pack about their relationship. But Alex still
struggles with his new mate’s domineering ways. Can he overpower the other beta
wolf or will he learn to find strength in submission?
This 8,600 word story contains graphic gay werewolf sex
including: a steamy shower sex scene, mild violence, rimming and anal sex.
Excerpt:
Alex
watched him from the corner of his eye as he stripped off his own T-shirt and
sweats. West’s cock stood at half-mast, nestled in a bed of red curls the same
coppery brilliance as his hair. The firm muscles on his lower stomach shifted
as he bent forward, his thighs powerful and his round ass tight.
Alex
had buried his dick in that ass, although West was in charge the entire time.
The heat of his mate’s body throbbed around him and the look on the West’s face
ignited the beta’s own arousal further. How did the bastard manage to be so
dominant in every situation?
Alex
licked his lips involuntarily as his mate climbed under the hot stream of
water. He could cover that man's entire body with kisses, licks and bites, but
giving into the desire was as much as admitting defeat.
"You
going to stare all day?" West asked and quirked an eyebrow, a smirk
playing on his lips.
A
blush rose to Alex's cheeks, and he scowled as he stepped into the shower
behind the other wolf. He could lay claim to the man here. Shove West against
the wall and fuck him silly. But the other beta would probably turn the tables
on Alex somehow. He always did.
After
he was suitably wet, West stepped out of the way and nudged Alex under the
spray. The touch of his rough fingers sparked electric need across the beta's
flesh. Strong hands wound through his hair, lathering it with shampoo as West's
body pressed into Alex's own. The slightest brush of the other man's cock on
the beta's ass awoke his aching member from slumber.
It
would be so easy to lean into those powerful arms – to get lost in his mate's
mouth and hands. To drop his guard and just give in. Dammit! Was he really so
weak?
"Do
you remember how we met?" West asked, his lips brushing Alex's sensitive
earlobe.
The
beta squeezed his eyes shut as his mate pulled and suckled on his tender flesh.
Memories off his childhood flitted through his mind. Timothy – some other
relations – fuzzy things he couldn't quite recall, but hard as he tried West
wasn't there.
"No,"
groaned as the lips traveled down his neck and over his shoulder. Shit! He
shouldn't submit that easily.
The
man’s body slid over Alex’s rigid back, his hands reaching for the soap and
washcloth. The blunt stiffness of his cock pressed against the beta’s exposed
ass, and Alex bit back a groan of delight.
Then
West stepped back and ran the soapy cloth over Alex’s body, scrubbing the slick
skin on the beta’s back, arms and chest – each fleeting touch gently cruel in
its brevity. Lusty hunger pooled in Alex’s belly and he fought the urge to lean
into the man behind him.
Why
did something so simple feel so erotic? The rough edge of the cloth and his
mate’s slippery fingers teased his flesh with barely realized contact, exciting
every one of his over sensitive nerves. When West finally stepped back the
absence of his touch felt like a slap in the face.
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