Story Excerpt

“You get up when I tell you to get up, boy,” Flip sneered as he spit on the ground next to Santana’s head. The smell immediately hit Santana’s nostrils. The disgusting odor of snuff and bad breath mingled together enough to make him nauseous. Santana wiped the blood from his lip as he lay on his back, glaring up at the hick standing before him looking as though he ruled the fucking world.

Santana wanted desperately to wipe the smug satisfaction from Flip’s ugly mug. The man thought he was god’s gift to the world, but in reality he was nothing more than a small guppy in an even smaller pond. Santana was starting to regret ever coming across the crazy ass bastard. It had sounded like a dream come true at the time when Flip talked him into joining his radical group to wipe out the were-creatures. The offer had been dropped into his lap when he was on his path of vengeance.

Now he wasn’t so sure he had made the brightest move. Maybe he shouldn’t have let his hatred be his guide. Flip didn’t seem to have a full set of marbles. The man had craziness in his eyes from the very beginning. That should have tipped Santana off about the guy, but his hate had blinded him and now he lay at the bastard’s feet with a busted lip and a bruised backside.

Piece of shit hick.

Santana cringed before he could stop the reaction as Flip knelt down beside him. The man rested one arm on his thigh, and used the other to balance the hunting rifle on one shoulder. As disgusted as he was with the man right now, Santana knew better than to piss off a person holding a loaded gun. And Santana had no doubt that the mean bastard would use it.

“Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, boy. Where are the were-creatures?”

The threat was clear in Flip’s voice, and Santana wasn’t sure why he was defending the werewolves who lived in Mystery. Hell, he should be helping Flip hunt them down. Werewolves were what killed his parents, killed the town, and now Santana found himself reluctant to tell this backwoods asshole anything about the creatures.

Sage’s confession that humans, not werewolves, slaughtered his family had him second-guessing everything he had ever believed. He wanted revenge, but not at the price of innocent men. He wasn’t sure if the werewolves in Mystery were innocent or not, but his conscience wouldn’t allow him to point a finger in their direction until he was one hundred percent positive that they didn’t kill anyone.

Damn, he wished Sage’s confession had come before he had met Flip. That would have made shit a lot easier.

As it was…

“Boy, I’m getting tired of waiting.”

Santana gritted his molars until they hurt. If Flip called him boy one more time, he was going to kick Flip’s ass back to his shack in the woods. And what in the hell was with his alligator boots? Was the guy for real?

“Pick him up,” Flip instructed the men around him. Santana panicked, kicking out and shouting as he was dragged from the resting spot he had been knocked down on. “We’re going to teach this boy about lying to us.”

“Stop!” Santana shouted as multitudes of hands began to grab for him. He didn’t know what else to shout in order to make them let him go. This was crazy, insane, and probably going to get him killed.

He had shot two of the werewolves a few days ago and then became their prisoner. But Santana had managed to escape when everyone was asleep. He was seriously thinking that he should have stayed inside.

The werewolves had treated him well considering he had tried to kill them. They had fed him, made sure he was able to use the bathroom, and gave him a room to sleep in. And he had snuck out in the middle of the night the first chance he got. Now as Flip pressed the heel of his alligator boot into Santana’s stomach, he wasn’t so sure that had been the right thing to do.

“Tell me where they are and all this will end.” He turned his head, spitting on the ground once more, and then curled his lip up as he narrowed his eyes at Santana. Yeah, that whole spitting thing? Totally gross.

Santana was afraid how this situation would end. He no longer cared about protecting the werewolves as much as he was trying to save his own ass right about now. He had a feeling that once he told Flip that they were in one of the houses a mile from town, the man would blow his brains out just for giving him such a hard time.

“They left,” he lied. “They knocked me out, and when I came to, they were gone.”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying!” Santana shot back at Flip, praying the man couldn’t see the lie in his eyes.

“Then I guess I don’t need you anymore.”

Adult Excerpt

Isaac stilled when he felt the claws on his free hand elongating and his canines trying to descend. That had never happened before. What the fuck was going on?

“What’s wrong?” Santana asked as he pushed at Isaac’s shoulders, trying to get Isaac to lean up and look at him.

“Something is happening to me. I’m not sure you want to see it,” Isaac said as he swallowed hard.

“Let me see you.” Santana pressed the palm of his hand against Isaac’s face.

Isaac took a deep breath and leaned back, staring down at Santana, feeling the most vulnerable he had ever in his life.

“And this has never happened before?”

Isaac shook his head. “I am an unmated vârcolac. The shift only occurs on the full moon. I still have five days. No part of me should be shifting.”

“Unmated?” Santana asked as he stared at Isaac’s canines. “What does that mean?”

“It means I haven’t found the right person to spend the rest of my life with,” Isaac answered, unable to stop his fingers from moving inside Santana. The human gasped as his eyes fluttered, his legs spreading even further apart.

“Are you going to bite me?” Santana asked softly.

“No,” he answered honestly as he kissed Santana’s chin. “But I can’t promise the same answer as the time grows nearer to my shift.”

Santana’s hands threaded through Isaac’s hair, tugging at it slightly as Isaac kissed his way to the man’s ear. “If I bite you when in my vârcolac form, you will become a werewolf, and also my mate,” he whispered softly. “So think long and hard before begging me to bite you.”

Santana’s throat moved tightly under Isaac’s lips as the man underneath him swallowed hard. “Then I’ll settle for you fucking me.”

Isaac smiled into Santana’s skin, inhaling his scent as he continued to move his fingers inside Santana’s body. “I can give you that.” Pulling his hand free, Isaac reared back and grabbed the lube. As he spread the clear gel onto his cock, he reached over and began to stroke Santana’s shaft, watching the man arch and moan. “Pull your legs back.”

Santana cupped the back of his knees with his hands, pulling them back with shaky hands as Isaac leaned forward, pressing his chest into Santana’s legs, helping him hold them in place as the tip of his cock touched Santana’s tiny entrance. “This would have been much better on your hands and knees, love.”

Shaking his head, Santana eased down onto Isaac’s shaft, a gasp leaving his lips as the head of Isaac’s cock stretched Santana’s body open, gripping the head tightly. Isaac closed his eyes for a moment and breathed out slowly, calming the need to thrust to the root. He could feel his muscles straining and his jaw clenching with the effort.

Santana dug his fingers into Isaac’s chest, his nails breaking skin as he panted heavily. If the man didn’t move soon, Isaac wasn’t going to be able to control himself. There was no way he could stay like this much longer.

His molars ground together as Santana eased down a little more, teasing, testing. Isaac’s hands were balled into fists, smashed into the mattress as he commanded his body not to move. Santana’s eyes widened when Isaac’s hips snapped uncontrollably, pushing his cock just a little further into Santana’s sweet ass.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Isaac asked as he watched Santana’s eyes begin to smolder. He repeated the action, his cock sinking a little deeper.

“I want to…” Santana gasped and then whimpered as Isaac pressed in an inch more. He was taking his time, allowing Santana’s body to adjust to his intrusion, but heaven have mercy if it wasn’t torturous for Isaac to do so. He could feel every move Santana made, every shift of his body, and the feeling radiated down his cock, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his bloodstream.

Isaac pulled back slightly and then eased back in, going just a bit further this time. He watched Santana’s face, watched for any signs that the man was in pain. He could see a mixture of pain and pleasure as Santana moved with him, easing down as Isaac moved forward. Isaac had never felt anything so exquisitely torturous in his life.

Santana’s hole pulsed around his cock as Isaac gritted his teeth, his canines breaking skin on his lower lip. Sweat began to trail down his back and temples as he fought to go easy on Santana. How the hell did humans do this? Isaac was going out of his mind as his hips strained to hammer into Santana’s tight little ass.

Isaac shouted in surprise when Santana thrust down the rest of the way. His cock pulsed out the same beat as his rapidly beating heart as he gazed down into the human’s dark brown eyes.

“Take me,” Santana begged as he began to move his hips.

Isaac dropped to his arms, stopping his weight from crushing the man as he pulled one of Santana’s legs into the crook of his arm, Santana hitching the other around Isaac’s waist. He pulled back and then thrust forward, shoving his cock to the hilt inside Santana before repeating the act.

“Isaac,” Santana cried out as he gasped for breath.

“Nobody has ever been inside of you until now,” Isaac said as he leaned forward, scraping his canines over the spot between Santana’s neck and shoulder, temptation riding him hard to bite the human. “And nobody else better ever come after me.”