The Alpha’s Demiwolf by Gale Stanley #PNR #werewolves #NewAdult #NewRelease @GaleStanley @changelingpress

The Alpha's Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Kya: I’m a demiwolf — half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.

Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?

 

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Kya

I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.

The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.

This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.

The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”

Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean undressed.” He snickered.

I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.

Marty stuck his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”

I knew he meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother was human.

Does that mean I’m… Oh, fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.

But I look human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.

It’s so much easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones, but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.

My parents never married, but they lived together — sometimes. When my father was around, I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips, he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep us apart for good. I was wrong.

One day he didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what… an accident?

I couldn’t blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left home and never looked back.

While waiting to go on, I thought about my routine — floor work, then pole dancing, then back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well — dance.

I peeked through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her. She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the stage.

The DJ, sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”

Well, it’s not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.

“Give Raven a nice warm welcome.”

My heartbeat skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.

 

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Genesis by Gale Stanley #LGBT #PNR #shifters #NewRelease @changelingpress @GaleStanley

Genesis (Wolf Pack 2)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Genres/Themes: BDSM, Futuristic, Paranormal, Gay, Multiple Partners,
New Adult, Werewolves

 

In the Agéli Lýkon Wolf Pack, there are two types of men, Alpha and omega. Since the knotting ceremony, the submissive Bleu has had no problem adjusting to his position as Grey’s human omega. Their love is strong and their bond is unbreakable. But when they reach out to help another Alpha, their relationship is put to the test.

 

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Friday afternoon, and the wolves were ready to party. They never needed an excuse, but Lykos Stavros, the chapter president of Agéli Lýkon, had planned this celebration for a special reason. The new Alpha pledges had knotted with their human omegas and were now part of the Brotherhood. The omegas were accepted as well, although there were restrictions. They weren’t permitted to live in the fraternity house with their Alphas. Stavros had decided the omegas would be more useful as spies if they lived in the dorms.

The number of Alphas had increased quite a bit since Bleu became Grey’s omega two years ago when they were freshmen. Twenty-two Alphas now resided in the frat house. Stavros considered twenty-two a magic number because two symbolized dualities. The dual nature of the Alphas, wolf and man, was at the heart of the Brotherhood.

The increasing numbers elated Stavros, who didn’t want to reveal their existence until he had gathered many more of his kind. He feared human bigotry and prejudice would wipe out the small band of brothers. Bleu thought he was probably right.

Bleu’s last class had finished at three and he’d come straight to the frat house to help get things ready. The party room had wood paneling that made it look old and sophisticated, but it had everything the brothers needed for a good time. Leather couches provided seating. A wooden bar and a beer pong table filled most of the far wall. Another wall had shelves for a music system and a big screen TV.

Bleu checked the bar to make sure it was stocked. Everything looked ready and the guys were trickling in as their classes ended. Bleu and Grey filled Solo cups with Wolf Spirit Vodka and raised their glasses to a fun night.

At midnight, things got boisterous. Couples were doing tequila shots while others were performing some seriously suggestive dance moves. Many had removed their shirts and pants and were gyrating in their underwear. It looked more like foreplay than dancing. Or the start of a spontaneous orgy. Bleu’s juices were starting to simmer. His tall, dark, handsome Alpha looked especially sexy tonight. A slow number started playing and he was ready to take his footwork to the next level, but Grey begged off.

“I’m tired of dancing. I think I’ll get another drink and sit this one out.”

“Please, Grey. I like this song.”

“How about I find you another partner?” Grey waved over Aleksys Kosta, who’d been his big brother when he was a pledge. “Hey, Alek. Wanna dance with my omega while I get a drink?”

“Love to. Danny is already shit-faced and stumbling over his own feet.” Alek pushed his omega away and approached Bleu. Danny stared after him, a sullen expression on his face.

“Anything wrong?” Grey asked.

Alek grimaced. “Same old same old. Why can’t he live with me at the frat house? I don’t see him enough. I look at other men. It’s all bullshit.”

Grey smiled. “Do you remind him who’s boss?”

“Of course, but his answer to everything is alcohol.”

“Maybe I’ll keep him company at the bar.” Grey walked off.

Bleu stood silent and studied Alek. When Grey pledged, Alek had been Grey’s main source of friendship and support, and they’d been close friends ever since. They’d been lovers, too, but all that stopped when they bonded with their omegas. Bleu had a healthy sexual appetite and he fulfilled Grey’s desires eagerly. They didn’t need anyone else.

But Alek was incredibly attractive, with his thick brown hair and chiseled features, and behind that all-American frat boy look was a sexy, well-hung dominant. Bleu licked his lips. He wanted to woof at the moon. Then he remembered Grey and Danny, and he felt guilty.

Bleu didn’t know the other omega very well. They shared one class and Bleu had tried to befriend Danny, but it hadn’t gone well. Whenever Bleu tried to start a conversation, Danny replied with one-word answers. Bleu didn’t take offense. Danny treated everyone that way. Everyone but Alek.

Alek took Bleu by the hand. “You’re thinking too much. Let’s dance.”

He led Bleu to the center of the room where space had been cleared for dancing. Alek took Bleu in his arms and guided him around the floor. He was a seductive dancer, grinding his body against Bleu’s in time to the slow tempo. The press of Alek’s rock-hard dick against his thigh sent shivers up Bleu’s spine.

Alek nuzzled Bleu’s blond hair and his warm breath fanned Bleu’s ear. “You’re a good dancer.”

“You’re easy to follow.”

Alek pressed his palm to the small of Bleu’s back and pulled him closer. He ground his hips against Bleu’s. Heat curled in Bleu’s belly and he returned the movement. He felt Alek’s hand slip past the waistband of his boxer briefs, but he didn’t protest. Alek squeezed his cheeks and pulled Bleu closer still. Bleu felt giddy. Was it the alcohol, or the man he was dancing with?

Alek’s fingers traced Bleu’s crease as he kissed and sucked on Bleu’s neck. Bleu whimpered, suddenly afraid that he might come right there on the dance floor. He looked up at Alek, wide-eyed.

“You’re irresistible,” Alek whispered. “The way you look at me with those blue eyes…”

Bleu scanned the room for Grey. His Alpha had an arm around Danny, but he met Bleu’s eyes and smiled. Bleu settled back into Alek’s embrace and their bodies moved in unison, their cocks grinding together. Then Alek slid a finger inside Bleu’s hole.

Bleu uttered a high-pitched mewl and wiggled his hips.

“Oh, you are delicious,” Alek murmured.

 

More from Gale Stanley…

 

Initiation by Gale Stanley #PNR #GayRomance #LGBT #shifters #werewolves #RomanceBooks @galestanley @changelingpress

 

Can Bleu get over his fears to make his dream romance come true?

 

Initiation (Wolf Pack 1)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres/Themes: Paranormal Romance, Gay, Men and Women in Uniform,
New Adult, Werewolves

 

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Bleu has always lusted after Grey, but Grey isn’t interested until he pledges Agéli Lýkon in college. The wolf pack fraternity says he must choose a human and bind him for life. Animal instinct tells Grey that Bleu is his for the claiming. But will Bleu want to spend the rest of his life in submission to a big bad wolf?

 

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Bleu Davis often wondered if destiny had brought him and Grey Davies together.

Although they were polar opposites, Bleu and Grey became best friends. Propinquity, their parents decided, the tendency for people to form friendships with those whom they encounter often. After all, they lived on the same street and their mothers became pregnant at the same time. The boys were born on the same day and both were named for the color of their eyes. The two families became inseparable. Play dates were arranged and often the families traveled together.

Grey and Bleu’s birthdays and surnames insured that they attended the same classes from kindergarten through middle school. In high school, they started drifting apart. Grey developed into a talented athlete, good in every sport. He was intelligent as well, but preferred to spend his time partying or playing sports. He relied on Bleu, the unathletic scholar, to help him keep his grades up. Grey took advantage of Bleu’s kind nature in other ways as well, repeatedly asking for favors, without returning them or showing gratitude.

Grey’s ego grew as big as the Keystone State. Sometimes he was obnoxiously arrogant, demanding what he wanted and pointing out Bleu’s flaws when Bleu couldn’t deliver. Bleu accepted this treatment, just as he accepted his place as sidekick to the more popular and charismatic Grey.

Bleu knew he was being taken for granted, but he never refused Grey. He felt Grey was destined to be an important person and his needs were more important than Bleu’s. But the real reason was harder to face.

Bleu had feelings for Grey, but he’d been suppressing them for a long time. He couldn’t accept the fact that he might be gay. After all, he dated girls, and had even kissed a few. The kisses were mechanical. “I just haven’t found the right one yet,” Bleu told himself.

But the person Bleu thought about when he masturbated was Grey. He’d imagine himself kissing and touching his friend until he got an erection. It didn’t take long. Then he’d stroke and tug until he came. It felt good, but it didn’t make him happy, because he knew Grey would be disgusted. He always promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, but it didn’t change anything, because what he really wanted, what he really needed, was Grey.

Then one night they were studying in Grey’s bedroom and Bleu almost revealed his secret.

Grey pushed the chair back from his desk and stood. He stretched and grabbed his crotch. “Fuck, I’m horny.”

Bleu was lying on Grey’s bed, his head propped up on two pillows. Programmed to echo Grey, he muttered, “Yeah, me too.” But he kept his eyes on his book.

Grey grabbed Bleu’s book and tossed it aside. “Great. Let’s jerk off.”

Bleu was shaken to the core. He made a grab for his book. “Stop messing around. I have finals tomorrow.”

“And trust me, you’ll concentrate much better after you come.”

Bleu’s face heated. “That’s private. Something I do at home alone.”

“But it’s more fun doing it with somebody.” Grey gave him a sly look. “All the guys whack off together. It doesn’t mean they’re gay.” He paused, waiting for a response.

Bleu feigned disinterest. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I’ll get you in the mood.”

Grey pulled off his jeans and then climbed onto Bleu and straddled his hips. He unzipped Bleu and had his cock in his hand in less than five seconds. “See, you’re hard already.”

Part of Bleu wanted Grey to stop, but the other part wanted this to go on forever. He made a halfhearted attempt to shove Grey off. “Stop playing.”

Grey tugged on Bleu’s cock. “You like this, don’t you?”

How could Bleu deny it? His dick was throbbing and he was already leaking precum.

Grey rubbed the pearly drops of fluid over the head of Bleu’s cock and down the shaft. He fisted Bleu’s cock and slowly stroked the length. A whimper escaped Bleu’s throat and his hips arched.

“Nice.” Grey murmured. “Now you touch my dick the way you would touch yours.”

The Recruit by Julia Talbot #GayRomance #NewRelease #PNR #shifters @changelingpress @juliatalbot

 

One wolf who’s lost everything. One kitty who doesn’t play well with others.
One hell of a team.

 

The Recruit (Alpha Squad 1)

 

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Gay, Men in Uniform, Shapeshifters, Werewolves

 

When Alpha Ops team leader Tuck’s last mission goes terribly wrong, he and his team are put on hiatus until they can get their proverbial stuff together. His guys are starting to get restless, and a bear shifter, a couple of predatory birds, and a fox can be pretty impatient when they’re bored. When their benefactor decides a new team member will be their salvation, Tuck has no choice but to accept.

Jayden isn’t interested in working with a team who really wants nothing more than to kick his butt. As a cougar shifter, he’s perfectly happy to work alone. So why does Tuck make him want to stay? The two of them have to find a way to work out their issues, or the team may never get another job. Good thing they have enough attraction to keep them going, even when everything else is going off the tracks.

 

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Jayden Fell bounced as he waited for his contact. He was so fucking bored. So bored. He needed to do something, anything that was fun and exciting and… Look at that. That was a pretty man. Lupine, he’d bet, bitchy, but pretty. Fuckable.

The guy was moving slow, looking around. Cautious.

Whoa. Looking for him, he’d bet.

Jayden wondered how long it would take. He could tell the moment the man scented him. That big body vibrated with awareness. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He chuckled softly, his ears twitching. Not yet. This was too much fun.

The guy turned in a circle, frowning. “Look, I’m supposed to meet a contact here, but a member of my team died last time out, so I’m a little twitchy. Show yourself before I start shooting shadows.”

“That sucks. I mean, you can shoot at me, but that wouldn’t be very friendly.”

“I’m not feeling friendly.” Listen to that growl.

“Goodie.” Jayden didn’t need this shit. He wasn’t a fucking applicant. He was supposed to have this contract already.

“Where the hell are you?” The man turned and looked right at his hiding spot.

“Are you blind or am I that good?” He slid out of the shadows, letting himself be seen.
That got him an even deeper scowl. “Just give me whatever information I’m supposed to get from you.”

He let one eyebrow lift. “Obviously we’re waiting for the same thing, then. Information.”

“What?” Dark eyebrows rose high. “You’re the courier.”

“The courier? Me? Hardly.”

“Then who are you?”

“I was told you were my pick up. Tucker, yes?”

“That’s me.” Tucker drew up, still frowning. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Obviously in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Time to hasta. Jayden wasn’t sure what had gone wrong, but it sure had.

Tuck grabbed his arm. “No. Tell me.”

“Hands off, pup.” He growled softly, giving a clear warning. “I don’t need to be fucked with.”

“Then tell me what the hell you were told. I can’t leave without whatever you were supposed to give me.” The voice was more wolf than man now.

“I was told my team leader was picking me up for training with a new team. Nothing more.”

“Team leader…” Tuck went ice cold. He pulled out a phone, punching numbers furiously. Yeah. Time to get the hell out of Dodge. Whatever this was, he didn’t need some FUBAR shit.

“Yeah. No. Get me Daniel, you fucking lying cat.” Tuck was snarling, but watching him hard.

“I’m out of here. Obviously, someone’s wires are crossed.”

“No.” The word shot out like a bullet. “You wait. If you’re on a team it’s mine, so you follow my orders anyway.”

“If your boss doesn’t trust you enough to tell you he hired a new guy, I’m out.” A team was only as strong as the lead.

“Did you not hear me?” The wolf was in his path in a heartbeat, still holding the phone to his ear. “You’re not going anywhere until I get to the bottom of this.”

“I heard you.” He just didn’t care. Two totally different things.

One hand landed on his chest when he made to pass by. The touch was like grabbing an electric fence. He blinked up, stunned into stillness. What the actual fuck?

Those golden-brown eyes flashed at him, surprise plain, but then someone came on the line of the phone Tuck held. “What the fuck? Sending me a new team member and having Lucien lie?”

The heavy brow lowered, and then his teeth bared. “I won’t do this bullshit. This isn’t how this works. If I can’t trust you… if Lucien’s being fed shit intel…”

Someone talked for a good long while on the other end, making the Tuck guy look like he was going to explode. “Then just send the right information from now on. Jesus. I take it this means we’re back in the field?”

Oh no. Nope. No way. He wasn’t going to be whatever this was. No way. He felt like he was a pawn, somehow. Jayden didn’t like that feeling. Too often it made for bullet holes in flesh.

Which burned. Like whoa. He was the anti-fan.

“Fill Lucien in on the real sit-rep, please? Assholes.” Tuck hung up, then stared at him. “New team member. Christ.”

“Apparently not. No harm no foul, man. I got no intel on you, and you got none on me. We’re solid.” Why would someone put him where he wasn’t wanted?

“No.” Tuck blocked his escape again. “My team doesn’t run in the field without you, and I’m not letting them down. Get your ass moving.”

Jayden let one eyebrow lift, let himself sink into pure D insubordination. “No.”

 

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Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where she’s embraced hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Torquere Press, Ellora’s Cave, and Changeling Press. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved.

Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter, her website at www.juliatalbot.com, at Cafe Risque http://caferisque.blogspot.com andhttp://changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=66 at Changeling Press.

 

Throwback Thursday: Wolf Charming #PNR #TBT #werewolves

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Iron Hills Pack #1

A werewolf spin on one of your favorite fairy tales…

Weston Drake is a lot of things. Player. Bestselling author. And stubborn as fuck werewolf. At least, he’s stubborn when it comes to his mate. He’s known that Abril Forrest belongs to him for the past five years, but their fourteen year age gap has kept him away. She’s more than legal enough now, but his thirty-five to her twenty-one still makes him feel like a lecherous old man. No matter how much his wolf craves her company, and his body craves her touch, he resists the lure of his chosen one. What would a sexy woman like her want with an older man like him?

Abril has fought like hell to carve out a life in Grover Falls, despite her dismal beginning. Raised in the trailer park with her junkie mom and a father who would just as soon sell her as look at her, she’s worked hard to leave her past behind. But in small towns, people never forget. Men think she’s easy because of who her parents are, so she’s always avoided relationships, or dating in general. But there’s one man she’d give herself to in a heartbeat. Weston Drake is everything she’s ever wanted, but he’s never once looked her way.

Until now.

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Other Books in the Iron Hills Pack series:

Beauty and Her Beast – book 2
Little Red & Ryder Wolfe – book 3

 

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#NewRelease – Remus by @galestanley #LGBT #GayRomance #PNR #shifter #werewolves @changelingpress

Remus (Watchdogs 2) by Gale Stanley

Cover art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 08356-02699

Genres: Gay, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Paranormal, Action Adventure & Suspense, New Releases, Romance

Length: Novella

Page Count: 42

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Ray has always been a little wild in bed but can Jared handle his animal tendencies?

 

Ex-hitman, Ray Miller got immunity in exchange for testifying against Sarge, his former handler. Grateful for the second chance, Ray and his lover, Jared open their own P.I. agency and call it Watchdogs. But their happily ever after doesn’t last long.

Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared, when their enemy is a wolf?

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Jared huddled under the covers until the smell of coffee drew him out of bed. First stop, the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror, and did a double take. What the fuck! Gripping the small sink, he leaned in for a closer look. Teeth marks.

Suddenly, a naked Ray appeared behind him, and strong muscular arms circled Jared. “Do you want coffee or a blowjob?” Ray stroked Jared’s flaccid penis back to life.

Jared melted back against him. “I want to get fucked.” Then he remembered. “You bit me.”

Ray inspected his handiwork. “So? You know you like it rough. You were so fucking hot, you didn’t even feel it.”

“You broke the skin.”

“Don’t be a wuss. I had my rabies shot.”

“Very funny.”

Ray kissed the mark. “It’s a love bite. Means you’re mine. Forever.”

Jared sighed. “I don’t need a mark to remind me. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Come back to bed and I’ll prove it.”

 

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Some things never change.

 

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#ThrowbackThursday – Moonlight Hero #PNR #werewolves #romance

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Alpha werewolf Gabriel Andrews is content with his life, even if it’s a bit lonely. He wants what every wolf wants — his mate. When a stunning woman darts into his garage, panting for breath and looking more than a little frightened, his wolf sits up and takes notice. She smells enticing and a hunger grows inside of Gabriel, and he knows he must have her. But loving Kiera will not be an easy task with a ravenous vampire hot on her trail. It seems his little shifter mate is something a little more, and it will take him and an entire pack to keep her safe.

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Kiera ran on silent feet through the darkened alley.  It probably would have been easier to escape if she had shifted into her animal form, but then she would have been stuck without clothes later.  That would have been a little hard to explain to the average human.

Running for all she was worth, she could sense the vampire’s presence not far behind her.  Going into that bar was the dumbest thing she had ever done! Why had she allowed the girls to talk her into it?  Shaking her head, she continued to the end of the alley.  Hopefully, she would live to see another day.

When she reached the corner, she looked around.  There wasn’t much nearby except an old Victorian home and an auto repair shop.  Noticing the lights were on in the auto shop, she hurried across the street.  Reaching for the door, she glanced over her shoulder and gasped.  The vampire was standing on the corner under the street lamp.  To a passerby he would seem harmless, but Kiera knew better, knew him for the predator he was.  She was trembling as she watched the vampire; she knew he could smell her fear but was helpless to do anything about it.

Pushing the door open, Kiera rushed inside.  As soon as she closed the door, she turned the lock.  The logical part of her brain was calling her an idiot for thinking a lock would keep out a vampire, but her self-preservation skills were kicking in.  That small piece of metal made her feel a little bit safer, even if her safety was nothing more than an illusion.

Across the room, Gabriel heard the door close and lock.  As he slid out from under the Mustang he had been working on, he noticed the disheveled woman warily watching the street through the glass door.  He got up and walked slowly toward her. Taking in her creamy complexion, petite stature and long ebony hair, his body immediately responded to her.  She was definitely something to look at, curved in all the right places.

“May I help you?” he asked.

Kiera gasped and spun toward the deep voice.  Momentarily startled, she regained her composure, trying to keep her expression as neutral as possible.  “Is it alright if I stay here for a minute?”

Gabriel casually looked her over, appreciating the way her black dress clung to her curves. “Everything okay?”

Kiera glanced back outside.  The vampire was still on the corner, watching her every move.  She knew that he was waiting for her to leave.  It wasn’t fair to involve this stranger in her problems, but she didn’t have much of a choice if she wanted to live.  And she definitely wanted to live!

Looking back at Gabriel, she said, “That man across the street has been following me.  I’m a little nervous about going back outside.”

Gabriel looked through the glass door.  Sure enough, a tall blond man was standing on the corner, watching them.  An inner voice was screaming at him that the man was a vampire and to be wary.  Gabriel shook his head, clearing the ridiculous thought from his mind. Vampires?  He was starting to lose it. Granted, being an alpha werewolf made him believe in the impossible, but he had yet to see proof that vampires existed.

Gently taking her arm, he pulled her away from the door. “You’re safe here.  You can stay as long as you need to.”

Kiera gave him a shaky smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.”

“Since I’m offering sanctuary, mind telling me how that guy ended up following you?”  If he was getting pulled into a domestic dispute, now was the time to find out.  The last thing he needed was an angry husband coming after him.

Kiera sighed, realizing she could only tell him half of the truth.   If she said that a vampire was following her, she had no doubt she would be dragged off to the loony bin.  Granted, that would be the perfect ending to her not so perfect day, but she would prefer to not land herself in a padded cell.

“The short version is that he tried to pick me up in a bar.  I told him that I wasn’t interested, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  When I left, he followed me.  He kind of gave me the creeps so I ran.” 

Something seemed a little off with her story.  If she had been running, why wasn’t she winded?    Not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed watching her run in that skin tight dress and heels; it definitely would have been a sight to behold, especially with her being so top heavy. He almost grinned at the image his mind was creating.

Giving himself a mental shake, he asked, “How did you end up here at my garage?  There isn’t a bar for at least three or four miles.”

Kiera hoped the shock didn’t show on her face.  Had she really run that far? “I guess I got lost.  I was just trying to get away from him and didn’t really pay attention to where I was going.” 

She knew her excuse sounded feeble, but she couldn’t very well tell him she was a werefox, giving her more agility and stamina than your average human.  There were some things that humans just weren’t prepared to hear.  The fact that “make believe” creatures really existed ranked high on that list.

Gabriel looked skeptical. There had to be more to her story than that, but obviously she wasn’t going to share the full tale.  “What’s your name?”

“Kiera.”

“I’m Gabriel.”

Kiera smiled. “It’s nice to meet you.  I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Do you need to use the phone to call someone?  It doesn’t look like that guy is leaving anytime soon,” Gabriel said, glancing out the door.

“Oh.” Kiera followed his gaze. Sure enough, the vampire was still watching from across the street. “Um, I don’t really have anyone to call.”

Gabriel arched an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.  Just what kind of trouble was she in?  She didn’t look more than twenty-one or so.  A deep primal instinct arose, making him want to comfort her and protect her.  The wolf in him responded to her soft feminine scent while the man responded to her lush curves.  She didn’t even reach his shoulder, which told him that she was under five-foot two since he was a little over six-feet tall.  She wasn’t bone thin like a lot of woman he’d met, but she wasn’t fat either.  Her elfin shaped face held full rosy lips and beautiful green eyes that were almost almond shaped.  They reminded him of cat eyes. 

Kiera noticed the appraisal.  “I don’t want to keep you from your work.  Please don’t feel like you have to keep me company.”

Gabriel grunted, noting the obvious dismissal.  Evidently mechanics weren’t good enough for her. He should have known that a woman as pretty and as well dressed as this one was would have an attitude.  Paper pushers were probably more her style; wealthy paper pushers.

“Guess I can finish up this job while you wait to see if your admirer goes away.”

Walking away from her, he slowly climbed back under the Mustang.  It was difficult to concentrate on his work, but he managed.  There was something about her that wasn’t entirely human.  He knew she wasn’t a werewolf, but she was definitely something special.  His alpha instincts told him that she was a mate for his pack.  Since Cole was already married, that meant that she belonged to either him or Michael.  Just thinking of Michael being with her made him grind his teeth.

Kiera watched Gabriel effortlessly slide under the car.  She started feeling light headed and realized that she had been holding her breath.  He was the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen!  Easily over six-feet tall, he had medium length black hair, piercing blue eyes, and was well muscled.  It had been difficult to not throw herself into his arms. If he had stood by her much longer, she wouldn’t have been able to keep her hands to herself.  She hoped that he hadn’t noticed the effect he had on her.  Her animal instincts were going to get her into trouble one of these days.

As she glanced back out the door, she realized that the vampire was crossing the street.  Startled, she instinctively started backing toward Gabriel.  It wasn’t fair to ask for his protection, but she had never been so terrified in her life.  She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about the mechanic made her feel safe and protected.

Hearing her footsteps drawing near, Gabriel slid out from under the car and looked up at her. “What’s wrong Kiera?”

“He’s coming over. I know that I have no right to ask this, but please help me.”  As she looked down at him, her eyes were wide with fear.  Her heart had doubled its rhythm and felt as it would burst from her chest.