Drawing out his Wolf

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-0062-0

Page :111

Word Count :31622

Publication Date :2014-04-16

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Available Formats : Drawing out his Wolf (pdf) , Drawing out his Wolf (prc) , Drawing out his Wolf (epub) , Drawing out his Wolf (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-0062-0

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On the Road: In order to come home, first you must leave it.

Deke Sommers knows staying with his boyfriend is a bad idea. Michael enjoys ménages just a little too much and often tries to get Deke to share someone with him. Deke is not interested. He gives Michael permission to occasionally enjoy them on his own as long as he’s safe and honest about it. Unfortunately, that’s not enough for Michael, and he surprises Deke by inviting a couple of friends to his apartment to play with him.
Deke does the only thing he can…he flees. Calling up his life-long friend, Dirk, who is traveling with his vampire lover, Deke asks for help. Dirk tells him to meet him in Stone Ridge. There, Deke once again sees Luther Caldwell, a wolf shifter he met over lunch in Las Vegas months ago and hasn’t been able to get out of his mind since. Except, Luther is straight, or in the closet, isn’t he?
When Luther is neither shy nor reticent upon their meeting, claiming they are mates, can Deke trust another dominant male?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of near rape.

For over an hour, Deke and Frankie hiked. He asked once why they kept changing directions, since it felt like they were going in circles. Frankie had explained that whenever they crossed the trail of one of the vampires, he adjusted their course.

Suddenly, Frankie stopped and tilted his head back. He sniffed the air. Frowning, the wolf shifter slowly turned, seeming to peer through the trees, searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” Deke asked, nerves surfacing.

Frankie focused on something in the trees. “Luther, what are you doing here?” he asked, clearly confused. “Aren’t you supposed to be chaperoning one of the groups?”

Deke followed Frankie’s gaze and gasped. A large dark wolf, his fur a mix of black, brown, with a smattering of blond thrown in, stood fifteen feet away. Ignoring Frankie, the animal’s odd blue-eyed gaze appeared fixated on Deke.

“Luther?” Frankie questioned again.

The wolf, Luther, padded forward several steps, then paused in a pine-needle strewn patch between logs. He started to shift.

Watching the fur recede, bones slide beneath hide, and hearing the muscles and tendons pop, Deke couldn’t help but cringe.

Frankie glanced at him and waved a hand. “Relax. There must just be a problem.”

Deke nodded, unable to take his gaze away from the transforming shifter. Luther? “You, uh—” He paused and swallowed. “You all are aware in wolf form, right? I remember, um, being told that.” While his buddy had told him about shifter’s existence, seeing it was something else entirely.

Nodding, Frankie smiled. “Oh, yeah. None of us would ever hurt you.”

Finally, Luther—having completed the change—slowly rose from his crouch. His blue eyes—just as his wolf’s had—burned with some unknown emotion. Deke couldn’t help but sweep his gaze over Luther’s naked form.

Luther’s shoulders were just as broad as his leather coat had hinted. Muscles bunched in his arms as he clenched his fists. A smattering of chest hair led between firm pectorals and over eight-pack abs. His half-hard dick jutted from the thin bush at his groin.

Saliva pooled in Deke’s mouth as desire filled him. He wanted to drop to his knees and swallow that dick down. He’d suck it to full mast, then lick and lave the bulbous head like a lollipop. What would his pre-cum taste like? What about his seed?

“Is there a problem, Luther?” Frankie asked.

“Yes,” Luther growled throatily.

The irritated tone caused Deke to yank his attention back to Luther’s face.

Luther stalked forward slowly, his hands clenching and unclenching, his gaze sweeping over Deke. “You reek of that vampire,” he snarled.

Frankie snorted. “I told him the same thing!”

“It is not acceptable,” Luther stated, drawing closer. “You are my mate!” he claimed in a low snarl. “You should only smell of me!”

Deke’s jaw sagged open, his head tilting upward as Luther continued toward him. He took a step backward, but his back landing against something hard, a tree trunk from the feel of it, instantly stopped his retreat.

Luther kept coming until he pressed his naked chest against Deke’s shirt-clad one. The shifter spread his legs a bit to even out their heights. He lifted his arms and gripped Deke’s waist in a loose hold, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over his hip bones. Panting softly, Deke stared into Luther’s blue eyes.

Holding his gaze for a couple of seconds, Luther’s eyes narrowed. He lowered his gaze to Deke’s shoulder and grumbled, “I don’t like that vampire’s smell on you.”

Luther tipped his head forward and tucked his nose against Deke’s neck. On instinct, Deke tilted his head. Growling softly, Luther rubbed his face along Deke’s neck, moving his cheek and chin over the same location Lex had not that long ago. This time, though, Deke’s body instantly responded, going from half-hard to full mast in his jeans.

Deke gasped, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Fixing the problem,” Luther snapped.

“Uh, Luther?” Frankie stepped into Deke’s line of sight. “Should I, um, leave you alone with Deke?”

“Yes,” Luther replied.

In the same instant, Deke squeaked, “No.”