Howling Moon: Epilogue
By
Brandy Corvin

SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin
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"Tyler! Tyler!"
I looked up. It was Julian sitting on my dorm windowsill.
"Can't you use the door?" I asked, amused and exasperated at the same time.
Getting off the creaking pane, he calmly headed towards me. Step after step until his beautiful face was mere inches from mine.
"It's more fun this way," he leant in to whisper, making sure that his scent rubbed off on me and wafted into my nose. Intoxicating.
I closed my eyes focusing my enhanced senses on Julian's sweet vampire scent, wondering how long it had been since I took over the pack. From being the victim of my first hunt to my only lover, we sure had come a long way together.
Watching Julian get so close, I easily moved in to claim those pale lips of his.
He tasted divine, like drinking from the fountain of passion and life, as usual. But somehow he always made it seem like the first time all over again. Our tongues darted back and forth in each other's mouths, dancing, wrestling, frolicking about as I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could.
Julian felt cold as a vampire should, but in time that would change when things got heated up. I ran my hands over his back, trying my best to feel his smooth skin despite the annoying fabric in the way.
A slight irritation built up within me, manifesting in the transformation of my right hand. With my werewolf claws unsheathed, I tore off Julian's clothes, exposing his bare torso to my hungry eyes in one powerful swipe. That's better.
Breaking off our kiss, I pushed Julian back forcefully onto the bed. The look of surprise on his face turned into naughty delight as I swiftly pounced after him.
We wrestled on the bed, rocking it violently. Some moments I would be on top, and some moments I'd be at the bottom. I wasn't aware and even if I was, I didn't care. We rolled and writhed too fast for ourselves to notice. As the world flew by me in a whirr, the only one that stayed constant and true was Julian's cute, chiseled face.
I consumed his kiss hungrily again as my hands gradually made their way down to caress the smooth skin on his fleshy butt cheeks. His but was cold to touch, but a delight to squeeze. My blood was set on fire as he ran his hands all over me as well.
Tracing his ass crack with one finger, I gingerly pried open his trembling ass. I became harder than ever feeling his tiny, fragile asshole quiver under my touch. Soon, I would be able to give it to Julian in the ass again. Since my first taste of Julian's ass, I never actively wanted another.
With a forceful turn I regained the top position as the dominant one. Breathing heavily and not thinking straight, I grabbed the base of my shaft, furiously positioning at the entrance of Julian's asshole.
"Whoa there! Not so fast…"
I was annoyed. I wanted to fuck him and I wanted to fuck him now!
"Let me warm you up first."
His seductive voice calmed me as his hands made their way down towards my throbbing manhood. I relaxed, flipping over and lying on my back, letting Julian work his magic.
I closed my eyes, moaning softly as a wave of familiar pleasure washed over me like an old friend. Julian had plunged my cock deeply into his wet, waiting mouth in one sudden motion. Peppering my shaft with light, quick sucks, he bobbed his head up and down in a steady rhythmic pace. He just needed to provide the stimulation and my imagination could do the rest.
My breathing grew heavy and ragged as he showed me his great skills and repertoire of techniques. He licked when I sighed and sucked when I heaved, changing up the pace according to the intensity of my reactions. Even his free hands busied themselves with caressing my balls, feeling every bump and fissure of my bulging ball sack.
Suddenly the wet mouth feeling was no more, replaced by a quick jerking motion in a light but firm grip. My balls were now getting the mouth treatment instead. He sucked on them tenderly, handling them with utmost care, knowing that they were filled with my seed that was going into his ass later.
Grabbing fistfuls of bed sheet in both hands, I arched my back and writhed in pure ecstasy. My legs squeezed themselves over Julian's head so tightly his head could barely withstand the pressure a werewolf could give. But he was a vampire and had boundless tolerance so there was that.
I threw my head back, knowing that any more of this and would bring me to climax before my dick even explored the insides of Julian's inviting ass.
"Stop!" I cried.
Julian surfaced, gasping for air. I threw myself at him, forcing him onto his back. I lay over him on top, ready to give him a missionary fucking with my soaking wet shaft.
He saw the ferocity in my eyes and understood my intentions well. Giving a simple nod, I positioned my dick near his entrance once again. It trembled with anticipation as I slowly pushed myself in.
"Unnnh!" I heard Julian cry in exquisite pain. The familiar burning feeling of mild agony was back for him, but for some odd reason he seemed to enjoy it more than ever. What did it matter?
More and more of my length disappeared inside him, until my entire shaft was in. I lost myself in Julian's warm eyes as my dick similarly lost itself inside his ass.
He looked back at me, happy that I was happy inside him.
"Go," he whispered.
I didn't need a telling twice.
My thrusts, slow and shallow at first, quickly became faster and deeper. Soon I was pumping into him at a steady, rhythmic rate, creating gratifying friction that sent waves of carnal pleasure throughout both our bodies.
Julian's skinny vampire body seemed so fragile when the wind blew he billowed along with it. But through my various prior experiences, I knew he could take much more punishment than what met the eye.
I picked up the pace, pumping wildly into Julian's fleshy ass with harder, faster strokes. It was his turn to wrap his legs around me, letting me penetrate him deeper. I moaned with him, encouraging his freedom of sexual expression. For a moment, I thought to lean in for a kiss, but I was moving too violently to do something like that, plus we were now both too caught up in our own worlds of euphoria to bother with something like that.
Fuck! I thought as Julian wrapped his arms around me, digging his nails into my back. It hurt slightly, but turned me on even more. Even though it seemed to hurt so much for Julian, he endured and even enjoyed getting fucked just because I liked it.
We were one again and through it all, there wasn't anything else in my life that felt as right as being inside sweet Julian.
My thoughts wandered back to when I first did Julian with the rest of the pack on our hunt, when he showed up unannounced in my dorm room not for revenge, but for love, to the many subsequent trials and tribulations we endured together.
Despite all those times of intense sex and adventure, I had never felt so much excitement and pleasure as compared to this time. Julian's ass relaxed as I pushed in and constricted around my hard cock as I tried to pull out, trying to milk all the cum from it.
I was overwhelmed by all the sensations, physical and emotional that welled up inside of me. The literal fire on my skin as my blood boiled, the desire to rule Julian, to monopolize him, to dominate him, this feeling of great achievement just by being inside of him…
These now sensations melded together, crushing my reasoning. My mind blanked as I could no longer hold it in.
"AROOOOOOOOO!"
I exploded; releasing shot after shot my hot, sticky werewolf seed as deeply up Julian's waiting ass as I could. Timing my throbs with my thrusts, I made sure every bit of my seed filled Julian to the brim. Julian threw his own head back, moaning softly at the sensation of being filled up. Beads of sweat dripped down from my panting body onto Julian with an audible torrent of splats.
My groans grew tortured as I relished in the sweet release I ached for after so long. 
As my throbs died down, I threw myself onto Julian once again, devouring his lips in one more passionate kiss.
Julian was a vampire and naturally hated by the pack. But he was incidentally also my lover and as pack alpha, they were not to harm him under any circumstances.
We lay together side by side, lips still latched firmly onto each other as we casually explored each other's mouths with our tongues again. My seed leaked slowly out of his sore but recovering ass, soaking my sheets slowly.
"Arooooo!"
The faint sound of Hugh howling far away somewhere in the college arboretum signaled the pack to meet for our monthly hunt.
I sure as hell did want to stay with Julian post-coitus, but duty (and fun with the pack) called. I looked at Julian with seemingly pleading eyes.
Can I? I thought.
"Go ahead, have fun!" Julian smiled, seemingly able to read my mind.
Giving him one final kiss on his forehead, I found myself perched on my bedroom window, leaping out into the trees outside the dorm. Turning into a werewolf in mid-air, I pounced and leapt from tree to tree, heading towards the source of the howl to meet up with the pack.
With a loving vampire and a pack that respected me as alpha, for the first time in my life, I looked to the future not with hate or repressed anger, but bright hope swelling inside me.
END :)

Howling for the rest of the series? Don't miss the first part of the Howling Moon series, Professor Wolfenstein's Lycan Lust: MM Paranormal Erotica!
When Tyler learns that vampires destroyed his family, he resolves to join the pack in the werewolf-vampire war. But after his mentor, Professor Wolfenstein, explains that to do so, Tyler has to mate with a werewolf, he must decided how far he's willing to go for vengeance… and maybe even love?

Excerpt:
"Alright, I have a confession to make." he sighed at last, "I'm Professor Wolfenstein PhD (Occult and Supernatural studies). But I'm also a werewolf. My pack's been in this decades-long fight against vampires ever since I could remember and my way of contributing to the war effort is to gather up as much information on the enemy as possible."
He stepped forward towards me. Some fur had already begun to appear on his skin.
My heart was resolute. If what the professor said was true, then it should have been vampires that I was after all along, and becoming a werewolf would place be in the best position to get revenge.
"How do I become a werewolf?" I asked firmly.
"There is only one way," Professor Wolfenstein replied as his voice got deeper and deeper, "you must mate with a werewolf."
What? Mate with one?
"Even a werewolf like you?"
"Yes. Are you sure you want to do this?"
All my life I have lived for one and only one purpose: Vengeance.
"Yeah, I want to become a werewolf."
"AROOOO!" the majestic beast stood in the lab before me. His furry, muscular body was a slight to behold, sending chills down my spine but stirring my loins in arousal.
Its pale yellow eyes were full of energy, looking at me with the fire of lust. Now that this misunderstanding was cleared up, my chest felt lighter. I was finally free with the truth presented before me. It was the vampires, not the werewolves I should have hated the whole time!
I felt no more fear in me as I stepped forward, stroking Professor Wolfenstein's canine jaw line. It was so solid, so… arousing. He was my role model as a human, and now as a werewolf, he would become my lover.

After that comes part 2 of the Howling Moon series, Tyler's Pack Initiation: MMMMM/m Paranormal Gay Werewolf Erotica!
After absorbing Professor Wolfenstein's werewolf seed, Tyler feels faster, stronger, and more bloodthirsty. But he's not a full werewolf yet! To fully turn and join the Professor's pack, he must undergo their initiation. Meeting the pack in the forest on a full moon night, Tyler finds out just how hungry werewolves can get for ass!

Excerpt:
They approached and surrounded me. Their hoods shielded their faces from the moonlight and their robes protected the rest of their body. Who knew what lay beneath the cloth?
"Are you, the pack?" I ventured.
"Brothers, here's the initiate I spoke off," Professor Wolfenstein's voice rang out from under one of the hoods. Amazing.
"Oh hey Professor," I called out, smiling. I couldn't tell whether he returned my gesture from under the hood.
They circled me, stepping slowly. Coming close to me once in awhile, they brought their hoods up to me and took a sniff. I tried look in to see who it was underneath all the garments but I only found myself gazing into an infinite abyss.
"He's ready to turn…" a gruff voice resounded from another hooded figure.
"I agree," a low voice entered my ears this time.
"Then, shall we begin the initiation?" Professor Wolfenstein asked.
The hooded figures nodded in agreement. Adrenaline pumped throughout my body as I readied myself for whatever the initiation was.
Professor Wolfenstein was the first to take off his hood, revealing his wizened face.
I watched in wonder as fur grew out of his skin, his head taking the shape of a wolf. His muscular toned body ripped his robes apart as he transformed into a werewolf.
He stood before me, fearsome and majestic. The wolf head on a humanoid body, it was simply the best of both worlds.
They all tore off their hoods, revealing their human faces. I only recognized one of them, Randall, a senior in college. The rest were strangers to me. It was awesome just as it was terrifying to watch the rest of them transform like Professor Wolfenstein.
First it looked like they were in pain, then fury began to grow from their skin. Their robes stretched and tore under their expanding bodies. But their most vivid transformation came from when their jaw line changed, protruding out more and becoming more angular, just like a wolf's. Their ears receded into their heads just as new ones appeared at the top. Blinking once, their timid looking human eyes changed into a bright yellow. Their black irises now narrowed, like wolves on the hunt.
So it was the full moon, I thought, it was the exposure to it that caused them to transform. I wasn't sure if they still retained their human capacity to think, but I smelled like werewolf to them. I should be safe.
They circled me again, sniffing me even more carefully this time. What were they going to do? Don't tell me-
A dull pain surged from the back of my head as I was flung onto the ground. What was going on?
The same pair of rough hands that hit me now grabbed my jeans. Its sharp claws tearing away the fabric just as easily as it was done carelessly, my legs screamed out in pain at they dug into my flesh, scratching and drawing blood.
This continued until my bare ass was exposed to the lot of them. In the cold of the night, my ass shivered. I looked behind me watching the largest werewolf, probably the alpha eye me hungrily. Oh shit, he probably thinks I was inviting him to fuck me!

Don't miss out on part 3 of the Howling Moon series, Hunting with the Pack: MMMMM/m Gay Paranormal Erotica!
Now a werewolf and a full-fledged member of his pack, Tyler hunts with them in the night, preying on the vampires that he hates to the core. But when he chances upon a vampire's blindingly beautiful body, can Tyler keep revenge on his mind, or will his werewolf lust get the better of him?

Excerpt:
Yes, I thought eagerly. This is it. We'll destroy this vampire and-
Wait, why weren't any of us moving yet? It was right in our sights! Within striking distance!
I was still being a disobedient pup. One look from Professor Wolfenstein and I knew whatever the pack did, we had to wait for the alpha wolf to give the order. We were nothing but his lackeys. It was dumb, but I was the lowest on the hierarchy, what could I do?
Watching the alpha wolf emerge from the two pack mates in front of the vampire, I shivered, struggling to contain the unstoppable rage and bloodlust within me. He had better start the attack soon or I might just lose it and put the filthy vampire down myself!
The vampire jumped up very slowly, rebounding against the alley wall as it tried to reach the roof to escape. I watched it move in bullet time, my mind reacting faster than it moved. Whether the alpha wolf ordered it or not, no vampire was going to escape from me, not on my first hunt!
Before I knew it I was climbing up the building, less than three feet away from the vampire's skinny legs. I summoned my strength in one final boost, reaching out with my clawed paw. But the alpha wolf was faster. He pulled the naughty vampire back before I did. They tumbled back down onto the ground in a flurry.
The vampire recovered first, assuming a combat stance, preparing to fight back. Even a cornered dog would fight fiercer than an attacking lion.
The rest of my pack mates surrounded the vampire while our leader recovered and rose to his feet. Suddenly two of my pack mates struck, restraining the surprised vampire. In its struggle it revealed its refined face to me in the moonlight.
The vampire was a pretty boy.
A pang of guilt struck my heart as all the malicious thoughts in my head disappeared for an instant. How could it be, that I wanted to extinguish the life of such a beautiful, yet deadly creature like him?
I dropped back onto the cobbled pavement down below, hesitantly watching the alpha wolf study her. Was he going to kill him?
He looked up at the full moon and tore off his hood. He stared at our leader in a mixture of awe and horror as his head brutally transformed into that of a werewolf. His robes struggled to accommodate his rapidly expanding, muscled body before finally giving way, ripping itself into shreds. There, standing in the pack leader's place, was his true form.
The alpha wolf looked up at the moon.
"ARRROOOOO!" he howled with fervor and ferocity, striking fear into the heart of the vampire.
My nose twitched. There was a different scent about the alpha wolf now. I sensed a different kind of intent radiating from him, not one of murder, but one of lust. Was he going to fuck the shit out of this pretty vampire first?
I had to admit, now that I had seen his face, that he wasn't that bad of a looker. Of course, the alpha wolf was given the first dibs.
The vampire looked scared out of his wits.
"Please…" he mouthed.
"Yea, show 'em what we do to vampires like you, Alpha," Randall snickered.
So the pack leader's name was alpha after all. How fitting.
In one powerful swipe Alpha tore off the vampire's back leather outfit, revealing his pale, but toned chest and abs.
Lust instantly replaced all my earlier thoughts of death and destruction. If only I could fuck someone like him…

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Want to know what happens next? Find out in part 4 of the Howling Moon series, Howling for the Vampire: MM Paranormal Erotica!
With the memories of his first hunt still fresh in his mind, Tyler finds it hard to think of anything else. But this all changes when Julian, the vampire he hunted appears in his bedroom! Julian knows more than he lets on, and can't forget being hunted either. For the sake of the truth behind his family's slaughter, Tyler offers to pay with his body. The question now is: Will Julian accept?

Excerpt:

My lethargic feet carried me down the corridor towards my bedroom at the end. Releasing the weight of my book bag off my shoulder, I swung it around me, preparing to toss it onto the bed.
Except that I couldn't do my usual routine and let my book bag fly onto my pile of pillows.
"Why are you here?" I questioned tersely. My voice grew deeper and deeper as I quickly let my bloodlust take control of me. Fur began sprouting on my skin, my skull started changing shape and my fangs were starting to grow.
Right in front of me, violating the sanctity of my bed was the vampire. Not just any vampire, but the pretty boy vampire, the victim of my first hunt. The sight of him brought back wonderful memories that quickly flooded my mind.
And now there he was, sitting right there, as if inviting me to hunt him again. I licked my fangs, wondering how awesome a second time with this vampire would be.
"Wait!" the pretty boy called out, raising his hands in defense.
"I'm not here to harm you," he continued, cowering under his arms.
Regaining my rational mind, the fur receded back into my skin as I became more and more human by the second.
"What do you want?" I asked, finally a human again.
"You dropped this when we last met," the vampire replied, throwing something at me.
I caught it instinctively without even realizing what it was. There, laying the palm of my hand was an amulet, my brother, Gabriel's amulet. I only remember seeing it a few times in my life, and the last time I saw it was many years ago, the night everything changed.
"Where'd you get this?" I asked curiously, "I didn't drop such a thing when we last met."
"But you must have! I only realized it was on me when I escaped!" the vampire protested.
I had half a mind to transform now and tear him apart. But a little voice in my head told me that there might be a grain of truth to his words. After all, there was no reason to lie about this.
If Gabriel's amulet was indeed there on the night of my first hunt, Perhaps, someone in my pack knew of his whereabouts!
The vampire in front of me wasn't a creature to be abhorred and hated. He was a companion and a valuable aide! Maybe I still have not forgiven their kind for the wrong they wrought upon me. But I can't have only one specific vampire bear the burden of my hatred, especially for such a manly and handsome vampire.
"Well, I suppose you have helped me after all. So, um, thanks," I concluded weakly.
How could I not have noticed until now that he was wearing such a seductive looking black leather outfit! Given half a chance I would tear it off and show him the ways of werewolf love in a heartbeat. I felt a stirring in my loins as wild fantasies clouded my mind in his presence.
Professor Wolfenstein mentioned during one of our little supernatural research sessions that vampires were extremely sensitive to their surroundings, some purporting that they were even able to read minds. I wasn't so sure about how conclusive such theories might have been. But the look in the vampire's eyes clearly told me that he wanted the same thing.
"Since you've helped me…" I wondered, letting my voice trail off.
"You're thinking of how to repay me, aren't you?" the vampire finished my sentence, his eyes fixated on the raging bulge in my jeans.

After that comes part 5 of the Howling Moon series, Disciplined by the Alpha: MM/m Paranormal Werewolf Erotica
Still reeling from Julian's shocking revelation, Tyler sets out immediately to seek answers from Professor Wolfenstein. But the pack has gotten wind of his dirty little vampire secret! Waking up in a unknown dungeon, Tyler finds himself restrained, to be punished by Alpha and Randall for breaking pack law. Can Tyler endure this ordeal and push forth or will he crumble under the exquisite pain? 

Excerpt:

"My wolves have told me that they have seen you laying with the vampire." he spat, "is this true?"
"I- I only did s-"
"SILENCE!" he boomed, filling my trembling body with fear.
"Hasn't this pack dedicated our hunts to the pursuit and eradication of vampires? And you choose to fall for one instead," Alpha growled.
I fell silent, thinking that I didn't deserve any punishment But it was true that I had lain with Julian with no intention of hunting him. Had I truly fallen for a vampire?
"For your transgressions upon the code of the pack, you will be punished," Alpha sighed, nodding at Randall.
What was I to do? I knew that the pack would never allow such a relationship to continue, and yet I willing responded to Julian's advances completely disregarding the pack that protected and hunted with me. I would take my punishment, for now, before finding Professor Wolfenstein for the truth."
Alpha sighed as he watched Randall undo my ropes before slapping on chains to restraint me. I was soon suspended in midair, with chains on all four limbs.
"Don't even try to break free," Randall growled. The tone of his voice showed that he meant business.
"These chains have been doubly reinforced should you decide to rebel further and tap your werewolf powers."
I had no reason to disbelieve his warning. After all, I just wanted this punishment to be over as soon as possible.
Looking down on the floor meekly, I gave off the aura of repentance and deference to the Alpha, hoping that he wouldn't take the punishment too far.
Alpha stepped forward towards me slowly. With a whip in hand and a piercing glare; my 'crimes' were laid bare before him, ready for him to pass his judgment.
"How dare you lay with our enemy! As per pack law, you will be given five lashes and a rough fucking to cleanse you of your sins. Will you resist?"
I shook my head, there was nothing else I could do now that the pack had found out.
Taking his time, Alpha walked around my chained body. Each thud of his footsteps sent a nasty feeling of grim foreboding into my heart. I had long receded back into my human form, tired of maintaining the beast while restrained in such an uncomfortable manner.
Soon he stood behind me, unleashing his whip, letting its tail end caress the ground. Soon it would caress my butt cheeks instead.
He twiddled with the whip, simulating the punishment many times in his head, fantasizing about the delicious pain that he would wreck upon my shivering body. Alpha was a sadist. And this opportunity to punish me for my transgressions upon the pack stirred his loins to no end. I could hear his excited breaths, the licking of his lips. Yes, I resigned myself to my fate. The sick bastard was going to enjoy this.

Check out the sixth story in this series, Interrogating My Werewolf Professor: MM/m Paranormal Werewolf Erotica!
Free from punishment, Tyler changes into a werewolf under the full moon and makes his way to Professor Wolfenstein's lab, only to find Julian waiting and eager to help! Restraining the professor to a specimen table, the both of them take turns to 'interrogate' their masochistic subject… with their cocks! Will the Professor hold out or will he give up and spill his secrets?

Excerpt:

"Tyler? What're you doing here so late in the night? And why is this vampire here!" a voice suddenly spat.
It was Professor Wolfenstein standing in the doorway. He seemed more curious than hostile and but above all, the lack of surprise on his face meant that he was waiting for me. Could he have intentionally deceived me from the start and resigned himself knowing that one day I would come to him for the truth?
"This vampire, as you put forth so nicely, is Julian." I snapped in response, not bothering to hide the irritation at the professor's prejudice.
"He so happens to propose his own theory of what happened the night my family died that is very much at odds with your own."
"You would rather believe him over me? Him? A vampire? Didn't I tell you they couldn't be trusted, that they would resort to whatever lies and trickery to win you over to their side?"
"Cut the shit," I snapped, "I could very well say the same for you. What really happened that night?"
Professor Wolfenstein growled, threatening to transform into a werewolf in defense. So he had something to hide after all! I certainly wondered what it was.
He moved fast, but Julian and I reacted faster thanks to our youth. Before he knew it, Professor Wolfenstein found himself strapped to the specimen dissection table in the lab, struggling furtively and in vain.
"Why don't you save everyone some effort and just tell me why you lied and what really happened."
Defiant to the very end, Professor Wolfenstein spat in the face of the vampire.
"When Alpha hears of this, I swear, he'll-"
I pressed my finger over his lips, halting his werewolf transformation. The restraints on the table were specially reinforced to accommodate the strength of supernatural creatures. Professor Wolfenstein should know, he designed the table himself! Yet he continued to struggle.
"I don't care if Alpha knows, and honestly, I think you should be more worried about yourself right now."
"I won't tell you anything," Professor Wolfenstein growled before looking away.
I smiled. Julian smiled.
"Have it your way then, the two of us will enjoy f**king it out of you."

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Read more in the seventh story of the series, Gay Love in the Abandoned Farmhouse: MM Werewolf Erotica!
In search of his brother, Tyler carries Julian, his vampire lover through the forest. Failing to find him in the abandoned farmhouse, the duo take shelter there until the sun sets once again. Trapped by the sun with little to do, Julian comforts Tyler by giving him a ride he'll never forget!

Excerpt:

The sun had already crept in, drawing looks of terror on Julian's face. I reached over to shut the door as quickly as I could before accosting the both of us into the bed room. There weren't many things we could do in an abandoned farmhouse like this and I was content to wait it out till dark before going out hunting for my brother again.
"Tyler?"
I turned to the flushed looking vampire, "Yea?"
"Thanks for looking out for me last night."
Aw, now it was my turn to blush.
"Don't worry about it," was all I could muster before I pounced onto him.
He wrapped me in his pale skinny arms like he half expected me to get it on already. I casted any lingering doubts and thoughts out of head. I wanted it, he wanted it and I couldn't think of a better way to pass the time.
My heart melted, sending my blood into a roaring frenzy as his warm breath caressed my face. I devoured his lips hungrily, snarling as I did so. My werewolf side fought to rush to the surface, but I cast it back into its little corner of my sub consciousness in a single, concentrated moment. I mean, I had more important things to attend to after all.
The most feral thing I would do now would be to snarl and howl in pleasure. Under the covers of the farmhouse bed, we hugged tightly, bringing ourselves as close as we could. Soon we would become one.

After that comes the series' climax! Loving the True Pack Alpha: MM/m Paranormal Erotica!
When Tyler finally comforts Gabriel for his family's demise all those years ago, it doesn't lead to the tearful reunion he expected. On learning the truth, Tyler is determined to banish the hatred for vampires within Gabriel's heart and replace it with love. But he also needs a little help from his vampire lover for this difficult task…

Excerpt:

It had been so long since it happened. I supposed I had to put the past behind me too and move on as well.
Even if he wasn't my blood brother, or even as close as one, even if this was the first time almost ten years that we've met, we embraced like old friends.
I pulled back, looking deeply into Gabriel's eyes. They were still filled with pain and a desire for a fresh goal in life again. I longed to cure his loneliness and fight the hatred inside him with love.
"Gabriel," I whispered, "Vampire's aren't all bad. I love Julian, and yes, as you know already, he's a vampire. He's helped me a lot and hasn't automatically killed me like the rest of your pack. It's time to release the hate in your heart and fill it with love, sizzling man love, Gabriel."
"Love?" Gabriel repeated absentmindedly at the strange concept that I was putting forth to him.
"Yes, love," I whispered once again. Perhaps he had fallen so far that he forgot the love in his life, the happy childhood memories when his parents were still alive. Or even the touch of a lover.
I resolved to fill this void in his heart and with Julian's help, get him to love again.
"Gabriel," I whispered, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my chest. My once steady heartbeat jumped at his touch.
"Hate is not the answer you seek," I concluded at last.
He stared back at me, unsure of what had taken over him.
"Then what is?"
Like a werewolf out on the hunt, I pounced on his lips as if they were hapless prey.

Don't miss out on the sizzling conclusion in Dominating the Pack: M/mmm Werewolf Erotica!
Entrusted with the title and responsibilities as the alpha wolf, Tyler returns back to the college grounds to embrace his new duties. But he wakes in a dungeon up to the snarls and growls of his hostile pack mates after getting knocked out on the way. Challenging the current alpha to single combat, Tyler picks up a whip as he prepares to dominate the pack and assert his right as the alpha wolf!

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Stepping off Alpha's wounded body; I left his broken body to recover from the scars of battle. I had my fair share of injuries too, but fully unleashing the wolf in me healed those injuries in no time.
The pack watched curiously, excited that a change in the hierarchy was about to take place.
"Does anyone else care to challenge me?!" my thunderous, commanding voice filled the room and (hopefully) struck fear and awe into their hearts. No one dared to step forward.
"Good," I said. Gabriel had entrusted the pack to me and by this, I had now proved my worth to take up the position of the alpha wolf.
Alpha got up, unsure of how else to proceed.
"From now on, I am pack leader. I am Alpha. Does anyone care to oppose this motion?"
The pack stayed silent. Even Alpha did.
"Right then, initiate me as your new alpha!" I commanded again, grabbing a whip from a nearby table. It was a dungeon after all.
The wolves scattered in a flurry, even those who weren't yet humans quickly transformed back, following my lead.
"Where is Julian?" I turned to Alpha, unsure of what his real name was.
"He's safe," Alpha replied, "and please, call me Hugh."
"Hugh," I repeated, drawing it out on my tongue. It better suited a wolf like him than the name of 'Alpha'.
I watched as the pack quickly gathered in the centre of the dingy dungeon preparing for the initiation ritual.
"How does this work, Hugh?" I asked my second-in-command. Now that I had taken the position of pack leader, Hugh was obviously reallocated back into second-in-command.
"The lowest wolves will be dominated by their immediate higher rank wolves who will then be dominated by those higher ranked than them. This continues until I dominate the pack and then it's your turn to uh, dominate me, Alpha."
I smiled. This initiation started to sound real good to me.

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