Spencer Fallon never knew werewolves existed until he was attacked by one, making him a werewolf. For years, he lives lonely life until he sees a gorgeous man limping in front of him one day.
Ryder Jenkins' life is a disaster. Kicked out of his house at sixteen when he came out to his parents, Ryder caught a ride to New York. With no ID, birth certificate, and being underage, he had very limited options. When a guy offers him a place to stay, Ryder thinks has luck has changed... he couldn't have been more wrong.
Six years later, Ryder's knight in shining armor shows up in the form of a sexy hot werewolf. Can Ryder trust another stranger promising him a better life? Or is the devil he knows better?
My story begins on a hot summer day, driving home from a business meeting for a job I hated. The meeting had been in upstate New York and I was making my way back to Manhattan. Knowing the expressway would be clogged like no other, I opted for the back roads hoping it would help my travel time. It ended up being the best, or worst, decision of my life… depending on how you look at it.
As I came around the bend of the deserted two lane highway, something moved out onto the road. And I emphasis the 'something'. I swerved to the right, instead of the left where there was no traffic and I could have stopped safely on the asphalt. But the way I went had me skidding off the shoulder and into a ditch. Luckily, the car didn't flip and I had my seatbelt on so I only had minimal injuries. Actually, the only injuries I sustained were from the airbag.
I pushed the airbag down as I unbuckled the seatbelt before getting out of the car. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against my now undrivable car as I attempted to get my bearings. That's when the something got me. I know, my story should have been set at night with a full moon, but this is reality and it wasn't.
The something moved so fast, one minute it wasn't there and the next it was, pulling me against it's — at least — seven foot body as it bit me. The hairy thing that caused me to drive off the road actually fucking bit me. I screamed in pain and desperately tried to fight it off, but fighting made as much of a difference as trying to move the Sears Tower. When I started to feel dizzy and my limbs got heavy, I gave up my fight.
The strangest part of it all was that I felt myself get hard. This furry monster right out of the movies was biting me and drinking my blood and I was getting aroused?
"I'm going to make you one of us now," the thing growled when he lifted his head from my neck. It was then I saw he had a muzzle, pointy ears, and a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.
"What are you?" I asked, knowing already what he was but not able to believe it. He smiled at me in a feral way that shook me down to my core and instead of answering he cupped my groin and squeezed.
"Oh, you want it alright," he chuckled, licking his lips. His words came out more like a growl than anything human. I was mesmerized by how long his tongue was, almost like a dog. But he wasn't a dog, I knew that. He had to be a werewolf, but that's not possible, right?
Before I could say anything else he moved us behind the car and away from the road. I thought right then he was going to kill me, instead he pushed me down on the ground. I raised myself up on my hands and knees, about to try and get away when I felt him move behind me.
"Just stay right there and I promise you'll love this," he said as he started to rip my suit off of me. I jerked with the movements, confusion and fear causing me to freeze up. When his huge, hairy hands — complete with claws — grabbed the cheeks of my ass I started to shake uncontrollably. "Very, nice," he growled before leaning over and licking my hole.
"Oh, fuck me," I moaned at the sensation. His tongue wasn't human, it was much rougher, sending shocks all throughout my body.
"I'm going to," he said in between licks.