| Author: | Skye Eagleday | ISBN: | 9781497707139 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday | Publication: | November 6, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Skye Eagleday |
| ISBN: | 9781497707139 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday |
| Publication: | November 6, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Dallas knows it’s just a matter of time before he becomes a Pack Leader of Werewolves, but first he has to survive the sexual attention of his current alpha and the largest and strongest of the Supernatural community—the Werebear. Ravaged by hungers Dallas doesn’t fully understand, the Werebear has shown him how the roughest of sex can feel like ecstasy injected by a bolt of lightning. What will it mean when the Werebear joins the pack for a Full Moon Run? There’s a reason the Werebear calls himself a Berserker—and why berserk means “crazy” in English. (This is an adults only scorching hot story of shapeshifter rough sex, anal and oral Domination by the ultimate hot leather daddy.)
Excerpt:
I grabbed him and again, slowly, slowly, ran my hot tongue up the side of his exposed neck (good little sub baby alpha), then flicked the very bottom of his earlobe. I nipped his ear (good big bad Werebear Dominant) and lapped a red dewdrop of blood for my effort.
Dallas sighed with pleasure and had his hand back on his stiff cock. “Hands off,” I growled, “That cock belongs to me.” He jerked his hand away as if he were touching something that had burst into flame. I love subs. I lifted him effortlessly and pinned him against the wall, standing on the bed with my full height and sucked his dick into my mouth, skillfully scraping the shaft with my shifted fangs to grab another few drops of his blood in the process. Blood was the sweetest of body fluids to me.
He arched his back and I pulled my mouth away, letting him drop. The back of his head hit my metal bed frame and he cried out in pain. Hurts to be you. Or as my grandma used to say to us, “Why are you crying? I’ll give you something to cry about!” By the time you were seven, you had learned never to cry in front of your adults.
I flipped him around so quickly his face was buried halfway into the mattress and without any warning thrust my dry stiff cock into him. Damn—I had forgotten to use the lube. I don’t care about making it easier on him—I just liked the way the lemon and almond scent of the lube helped mask his damned wet dog stink. Bam, bam, bam, I slammed his ass, the bed shaking hard enough I spared a thought the metal might not hold up this time.
He actually started to howl and that made me laugh. I bent over him and bit into his left shoulder, filling my mouth with the warmth of his blood.
Dallas knows it’s just a matter of time before he becomes a Pack Leader of Werewolves, but first he has to survive the sexual attention of his current alpha and the largest and strongest of the Supernatural community—the Werebear. Ravaged by hungers Dallas doesn’t fully understand, the Werebear has shown him how the roughest of sex can feel like ecstasy injected by a bolt of lightning. What will it mean when the Werebear joins the pack for a Full Moon Run? There’s a reason the Werebear calls himself a Berserker—and why berserk means “crazy” in English. (This is an adults only scorching hot story of shapeshifter rough sex, anal and oral Domination by the ultimate hot leather daddy.)
Excerpt:
I grabbed him and again, slowly, slowly, ran my hot tongue up the side of his exposed neck (good little sub baby alpha), then flicked the very bottom of his earlobe. I nipped his ear (good big bad Werebear Dominant) and lapped a red dewdrop of blood for my effort.
Dallas sighed with pleasure and had his hand back on his stiff cock. “Hands off,” I growled, “That cock belongs to me.” He jerked his hand away as if he were touching something that had burst into flame. I love subs. I lifted him effortlessly and pinned him against the wall, standing on the bed with my full height and sucked his dick into my mouth, skillfully scraping the shaft with my shifted fangs to grab another few drops of his blood in the process. Blood was the sweetest of body fluids to me.
He arched his back and I pulled my mouth away, letting him drop. The back of his head hit my metal bed frame and he cried out in pain. Hurts to be you. Or as my grandma used to say to us, “Why are you crying? I’ll give you something to cry about!” By the time you were seven, you had learned never to cry in front of your adults.
I flipped him around so quickly his face was buried halfway into the mattress and without any warning thrust my dry stiff cock into him. Damn—I had forgotten to use the lube. I don’t care about making it easier on him—I just liked the way the lemon and almond scent of the lube helped mask his damned wet dog stink. Bam, bam, bam, I slammed his ass, the bed shaking hard enough I spared a thought the metal might not hold up this time.
He actually started to howl and that made me laugh. I bent over him and bit into his left shoulder, filling my mouth with the warmth of his blood.
