STORY EXCERPT

A new scent. Paul paused in the shadow of a nearby tree heavy with snow and sniffed the air. It was certainly a shifter, a male shifter, but the scent was muted. Light, almost airy, too. That meant that whoever they were, they hadn’t been a shifter for long.

On powerful legs, he sprinted in the direction of the scent. He was downwind, and the wolf was new and probably not used to their abilities, so he could get close as long as he slowed as he got near.

The trees rushed by on either side as Paul bounded through the deep snow. Going so fast was reckless if he hadn’t known the area, but Paul had hunted and played in the copse of trees for years. He knew every rabbit hole, every exposed root.

On he ran, dodging remembered trouble spots, running on instinct and adrenaline. The scent grew stronger as the other wolf changed direction, and Paul slowed and headed off to the side, coming to a halt behind a thick-trunked oak.

The new wolf came into sight a few seconds later, apparently unaware of Paul’s proximity. The wolf was smaller than him, with a lighter brown coat, but moved just as fast, if not faster. His muscles shifted under his skin like finely tuned machines.

Just as Paul thought he was in the clear, the wolf skidded to a halt and spun to face the tree he stood behind. Better senses than I gave him credit for.

Paul padded out from behind the tree, his pace slow, his stance unthreatening. The new wolf backed up a few steps, then stopped. He was obviously confused. Maybe the guy thought he was the only shifter in town. Boy, is he in for a shock.

The two wolves stood stock-still for a few seconds, then the new wolf bolted back the way he had come. Paul watched him go, then headed off further into the woods. He had some thinking to do.

* * * *

Darren scrabbled back through his tunnel into his shed and shook the dirt free from his fur, spattering the wooden walls with snow and dirt. He shifted back into his human form and quickly pulled on his clothes.

Who the hell was that wolf? No, not wolf, werewolf. Somehow Darren knew that the guy was the same as he was, and it freaked him the hell out. He retrieved his door key and placed a hand on the cold shed door, then paused. What if the wolf had followed him home? Wolves in the wild were territorial, so it made sense that at least some werewolves would feel the same. The wolf could be waiting on the other side of the door.

“I can’t stay in here all damn day,” he muttered.

After a deep breath, he pushed the door wide and stepped out, half expecting to be bowled over. There was no one, and no footprints in the snow other than his own, either. With a sigh of relief he jogged back to his kitchen door and let himself in, locking it behind him then kicking off his snow-covered boots.

The more he thought about the encounter, the less concerned he became about the wolf being hostile. Yes, the wolf had hidden behind a tree, and only a chance gust of wind had alerted him to its scent, but when discovered, the wolf revealed itself and didn’t show any hostility. If it wanted to, it could have torn out Darren’s back leg as he ran away. It would have been an easy kill.

He shuddered, and it wasn’t just from the low temperature. Before his change, even the mere thought of such fights would have him come out in a cold sweat, but since the wolf took up residence in his head, a coldness had settled over his thoughts. He wasn’t a fan, but it had its advantages. It was much easier to remain calm in situations that used to make him anxious. On the other hand, it had shortened his temper significantly. It was a tough balance to maintain.

Something on the floor caught his attention. It was the flyer for The Wolfpack. The opening of the door must have blown it off the table. He stooped to retrieve it and clipped it back onto the fridge.

A drink would take his mind off things. He’d call Robby and see if he was up for a night out.

“But first, a shower before I freeze to death.”

ADULT EXCERPT

It was getting late, so Paul settled up—despite Darren’s insistence he’d pay half—and they headed back to the truck.

The drive back was quiet to begin with. Paul seemed to be thinking about something work related, judging by the frowns, and Darren was wondering where to go next with the evening. Paul answered the question by snapping out of his reverie and glancing at Darren for a moment before turning back to the road.

“So, you really wanted to pay half?”

Darren nodded. “I like to pay my way.”

Paul shifted in his seat. “Well, how about you pay me another way.”

Darren started to question. Right up until Paul reached down and unfastened the top button on his pants. That was enough hint for Darren. He reached over and slowly worked Paul’s zipper down, then slid his hand through the opening on the front of his boxers. Holy hell. Darren’s fingers wrapped around the thickest shaft they ever had, and he pulled Paul’s cock free. It was the biggest Darren had ever seen outside of a porn video, and it wasn’t even hard yet.

“You like?” Paul asked, a smirk on his lips.

“Definitely,” Darren replied, his mouth dry. “Uncut, too. My favorite.”

He massaged the thick member as it hardened, then rolled back the foreskin, revealing the huge cockhead. Darren almost winced at the thought of it sliding into his ass.

“You’re so big,” he murmured as he bent to lick the head.

Paul shuddered, then pushed Darren away gently. “Just your hand. I’d crash if you did anything else.”

Darren restrained a grin. “Yes, sir.”

Paul smiled. “Nice and slow. It’s a long drive, and I don’t want to come till we get back to your place.”

Darren nodded once, then began to stroke Paul’s cock. He was dying to kiss it, to run his tongue over the vast head, and to taste his cum, but he had to admit he was a fan of hand jobs, too. The feeling of the silky skin beneath his grip, the odd twinge when he went too fast and Paul had to tense to hold back from coming.

“You’re good at this,” Paul said, his eyes on the road. “I’m thinking I should pay for everything.”

Darren smirked to himself, ignoring the burn in his wrist from his odd angle. If anyone driving past looked in the cab, they’d wonder what it was he was doing.

After a few more minutes they pulled into Darren’s driveway and Paul refastened his pants over his bulging cock.

Darren jumped out of his side of the truck and headed to the front door, butterflies in his stomach at what might follow. Paul must have been pretty damn horny by that point. God, he wanted this man. He rattled the key in the door and headed inside, Paul just behind him.

“Bedroom,” the larger man said as he closed the door and flipped the latch.

Darren didn’t argue. He took the steps slowly, despite his urge to take them three at a time. He turned into the bedroom and waited for Paul. He arrived a moment later, already fiddling with the button on his pants.

“Kneel next to the footrail of the bed.”

Darren did as he was told, swallowing a little disappointment. He’d wanted to move straight to the bed, despite his earlier speech about not going that far on a first date. The thought of sucking Paul’s cock certainly held appeal, though, and it would make it all the more intense when they finally hit the mattress. With a smile he dropped to his knees, facing the door.

Paul walked through a moment later, his hand rubbing against the bulge in his pants. As he neared he unfastened the zip and pulled his hard cock out, stroking it slowly as he neared. He stopped mere inches from Darren’s face. Darren leant forward to kiss the tip, and Paul withdrew a little, just out of reach.

“Put your hands behind your head and open your mouth.”

Darren did as he was told, and Paul moved a little closer, placing the tip of his cock on the end of Darren’s tongue. Painstakingly slowly, he moved back and forth on the tongue, going deeper on each stroke, though only by a small amount. Darren savored the hint of salty pre-cum on the cockhead, his gaze not leaving Paul’s.

After a few minutes of slow work, Paul reached down and placed a hand on the back of Darren’s head, over his hands. At the same time he pushed his cock far back into Darren’s throat. The hand increased its pressure, too, pulling Darren onto the cock. The head hit the back of his throat, and he fought hard to gag. Paul noticed and withdrew a little.

“You okay with this?”

Darren mumbled an ascent, though it was muffled by the mouthful of cock. Just not had one so huge in a while. He opened his throat and Paul slowly pushed his way down. If the cock had felt big in Darren’s hand, it felt enormous in his throat, but he fought the urge to gag and focused on Paul.

Paul’s eyes were shut. He groaned softly as he built up the speed and depth, until Darren’s nose grazed his pubic hair. That spurred Paul on, and he built the speed further, slamming his cock into Darren’s mouth so hard that his balls slapped Darren’s chin. On and on, harder and faster he went until he finally gasped and pulled the cock free.

Darren leant forward, gasping and coughing while Paul jerked his cock with his hand. Darren felt a hand on his hair and a moment later he was jerked back upright. Paul grunted, his attention wholly on the cock in his hand. Darren knew what was coming and opened his mouth wide again, just in time to receive a load of cum to the face and neck. Spurt after spurt came, and Darren did his best to catch as much in his mouth as he could until Paul finally stopped, gasping.

As Paul watched, Darren wiped a line of cum from his chin and sucked his finger dry.

“So, what’s next?”