| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 9781465916426 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | February 19, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 9781465916426 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | February 19, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Learning to Howl:
As he went, I just watched him. Sloped shoulders, thick neck, and hard arms – I was just in awe of the guy, and here he was, telling me to come up and have a beer. Like I said, I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend. This was a whole new thing to me, but I wasn’t turning to leave. Although I had known Jack for a while, something about him got me excited. I wanted to find out what it was that I couldn’t resist. I went up after him, but when I got to the top of the stairs, he was gone. The big bay window in his loft was standing wide open though. When I went to look out, there was a huge, gray wolf staring back up at me. It growled, barked twice and darted off into the woods nearby.
Becoming the Wolf (M/m/M):
“C’mere, Jack. This is your first one, isn’t it?” he said to Jack, “this one will be fun; he’s a strong little guy.”
Jack came to my side and looked at me in an almost feral way. Without a word he ran and hand through my hair and down my back.
“Get rid of his clothes.” The leader said.
My patron held my head down with one hand and took the collar of my shirt in his other, wrenching it until it began to tear. “What next, Magnus?”
The Wolf Inside (m/m):
As we kissed, Jack slid one of his strong mechanic’s hands up my back and lingered at the base of my head, teasing the short hair there with tickles of his fingers. He sent shivers that would have bristled hair if I were still a wolf, but as it was, a trail of goose bumps popped up down my back, and he kissed me deeply. There as we lay, the sounds of nature seemed to come alive around us. I was starting to feel the feral wolf come alive within me, and I clutched him to me, pressed my tongue deep into him and swirled it around. He moaned and writhed. I could tell that all of this was getting to him too – his wolf was waking up as mine had.
Learning to Howl:
As he went, I just watched him. Sloped shoulders, thick neck, and hard arms – I was just in awe of the guy, and here he was, telling me to come up and have a beer. Like I said, I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend. This was a whole new thing to me, but I wasn’t turning to leave. Although I had known Jack for a while, something about him got me excited. I wanted to find out what it was that I couldn’t resist. I went up after him, but when I got to the top of the stairs, he was gone. The big bay window in his loft was standing wide open though. When I went to look out, there was a huge, gray wolf staring back up at me. It growled, barked twice and darted off into the woods nearby.
Becoming the Wolf (M/m/M):
“C’mere, Jack. This is your first one, isn’t it?” he said to Jack, “this one will be fun; he’s a strong little guy.”
Jack came to my side and looked at me in an almost feral way. Without a word he ran and hand through my hair and down my back.
“Get rid of his clothes.” The leader said.
My patron held my head down with one hand and took the collar of my shirt in his other, wrenching it until it began to tear. “What next, Magnus?”
The Wolf Inside (m/m):
As we kissed, Jack slid one of his strong mechanic’s hands up my back and lingered at the base of my head, teasing the short hair there with tickles of his fingers. He sent shivers that would have bristled hair if I were still a wolf, but as it was, a trail of goose bumps popped up down my back, and he kissed me deeply. There as we lay, the sounds of nature seemed to come alive around us. I was starting to feel the feral wolf come alive within me, and I clutched him to me, pressed my tongue deep into him and swirled it around. He moaned and writhed. I could tell that all of this was getting to him too – his wolf was waking up as mine had.
