Story Excerpt

The winking neon lights and the smell of human testosterone lifted Jack’s spirits with promises of good times ahead. A delicious thrill of anticipation coursed through his body. Not knowing who stood on the other side of the door gave the hunt an added edge of excitement. A major letdown sometimes followed the pleasurable expectation of finding what he wanted, but tonight he had high hopes for success. Besides, he’d rather be on the prowl than sitting at home jerking off.

Boredom had brought him to the Silverado Saloon, boredom and loneliness, two things that could get a wolf into big trouble. His frustration level, now at an all-time high, had him itching to fuck or fight. He’d prefer the former, but he’d settle for either one.

A slow-moving crowd entered the honky-tonk, and Jack followed the partygoers, letting his nose search for that special someone. Perfume, scented shampoos, and deodorant blended with human pheromones to tickle his olfactory receptors, but no one stood out. He wouldn’t let it discourage him. The night is young.

He knew the staff was friendly and polite, but the big beefy bouncer at the door was downright chummy, holding Jack’s hand a beat too long when he checked his ID. The man’s steroid-bulked body might appeal to some, but it wasn’t his type. He offered the doorman a noncommittal smile and made his way inside.

The racket didn’t bother him in the least. On the contrary, his sensitive eardrums reveled in the din. Instead of lowering the tuner in his brain to make the noise level more manageable for his ears, he raised the volume so he could hear the sounds of glasses clinking, and the thump of mugs on the bar, as well as the loud country music coming from the bandstand. More than alcohol, he thirsted for the sounds of humans talking and laughing, and drunks slurring their words. Even the announcements coming over the loudspeaker were a welcome change from the dead quiet of home.

The old barn itself was a lot more interesting inside than out. Exposed rafters created a rustic cathedral effect in the center, and the lofty, angular space made the gargantuan room look that much bigger. Rustic barn wood paneling was festooned with western and American Indian artifacts. Whiskey barrel tables surrounded the dance floor and a long, rough-hewn wooden bar lined the back wall. That was where he headed, fighting his way through a sea of humanity. Aware of the admiring glances from the ladies and the resentful glares from the men, he wished it was the other way around.

He knew he looked good, and he’d dressed for success. A white shirt in a simple western design set off his dark tan. Like the others in his pack, he always went commando, less clothes to worry about when shifting. He’d already experienced the agony of getting his foreskin caught in a zipper, so he wore ball-crunchingly tight button-fly Levi's. There was no risk of cock damage, and they had the added benefit of increasing his profile, not that he needed it.

His pack mates limited their exposure to the public and avoided attracting attention, but Jack didn’t mind being looked at. He never denied being vain. If a man had charisma, he should use it to his advantage. And six feet, six inches of toned, hard body could hardly be disguised. Why try? Besides, it was more than thick chestnut hair, amber eyes, and a big package that drew hungry looks from humans on the prowl. It was wolf genes, plain and simple. His pheromones attracted beings of the same species, but his lupine biology gave him a primal, predatory edge that turned human heads as well. He’d used it more than once to get what he wanted.

He squeezed himself onto the only vacant barstool, and the doe-eyed bartender honed in on him, giving him a big smile. A knockout in her early thirties, clad in skintight low-ride jeans and a bikini top, she had long, wavy brown hair and a tattoo on her left arm.

“What’ll you have?” she asked him, in a way that signified he could have just about anything he wanted.

If he wanted pussy, he could have stayed home and fucked one of the she-wolves, but he hadn’t touched any of the women since the Alpha stopped forcing the pack mates to breed. He knew they wouldn’t turn him down, but he preferred the back door to the front and a big, beautiful cock and balls beat double-Ds any day. Just to be nice, he smiled back at the brunette and ordered a beer.

Adult Excerpt

Jack’s big hands on his dick felt so damn good. He was trying to thrust into Jack’s fist and at the same time trying not to because he knew he was on the edge of coming. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his skin flushed hot. His balls drew up, and he wanted to beg Jack for more, but he didn’t feel he had the right to ask for anything. Jack stopped suddenly, and Dakota cried out with frustration.

Jack was talking, but Dakota didn’t hear a word. His dick throbbed, and his brain was mush. “Please, please…”

Jack leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

He couldn’t get the words out. Never in his life had he asked for what he wanted. Moaning, he looked up at the dark Lycan. The man was really gorgeous. What is he doing with me? He turned his head away, trying to tamp down his arousal.

A wet tongue flicked over his nipple, and he inhaled sharply at the contact. Jack licked, sucked, and moved on to the next one. Dakota arched against Jack’s mouth, and his breath quickened. No one had ever done this to him before, and his muscles twitched under Jack’s attention.

Jack raised his head and smiled. “I like to hear you moan. I like knowing I’m the one causing it.”

Dakota looked up, confused. Was I moaning? He hadn’t even realized.

“Tell me what you want, what you like.”

Dakota bit his lip and looked up helplessly.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

Dakota didn’t have time to consider his words. The big Lycan shifted position and wrapped his lips around the head of Dakota’s cock, tonguing the slit. Dakota jerked and let out a sharp cry. Wet heat enveloped his shaft as Jack swallowed his length, and his eyes rolled back in his head. All too soon that devouring mouth drew back along his rod and released him.

Jack looked up at him, grinning. “Like that, do you?”

Dakota nodded his head. No point denying it. He was hard as a rock and visibly throbbing.

“If you want more, you gotta say so.”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Good, me, too.” Jack’s fingers circled Dakota’s cock as he bent his head and rubbed his stubbled jaw along the sensitive skin. Then his long, wet tongue soothed the irritation.

Everything Jack did sent sparks of electricity shooting through his body. Dakota writhed, wishing he had the courage to tell Jack to suck his cock—hard. Somehow Jack seemed to instinctively know what he wanted because he parted his lips and took Dakota inside the fierce heat of his mouth. Fireworks exploded when Jack increased his suction, and Dakota fought a losing battle against thrusting between Jack’s lips. Each suck at his dick tugged at his heartstrings, and he worried that he was reading too much into Jack’s actions. It was only sex. Wasn’t it? Maybe it was for Jack, but Dakota wished it could be so much more. Stop tasting clouds, Dakota. You’re always dreaming about things that can never be.

A hand reached under his ass and traced the crease. His toes curled as a finger teased his hole before pushing past the muscle and penetrating his tight passage. When the tip massaged his prostate, his balls went tight, and he let out a hoarse cry. He yanked on Jack’s hair, trying to warn him that his orgasm was coming, but Jack paid him no mind, increasing his suction and fucking him with his finger.