Love Under the Full Moon
Cornered by a savage bear, things look bleak, very bleak for Ryan the unlucky outdoor camper. But when a werewolf saves him from the bear, brings him to his forest cabin and transforms into the most dashing man Ryan has ever seen, love can only blossom between the two! More
Cornered by a savage bear, things look bleak, very bleak for Ryan the unlucky outdoor camper. But when a werewolf saves him from the bear, brings him to his forest cabin and transforms into the most dashing man Ryan has ever seen, love can only blossom between the two!
[WARNING: This sizzling erotic story contains explicit scenes and graphic language, werewolf-human relations and gay sex. Adults only.]
"A w-werewolf?" I stuttered again, dumbfounded at his explanation. It sounded so 'logical', yet this whole paranormal experience had been truly unnatural. I decided to throw logic out the window, facing facts as they were.
"Yes," he replied, "I'm a werewolf. When the rays of the full moon fall upon me, I can't help it but to turn."
"Uh huh. Well obviously you're not dangerous since you seem to retain control even in wolf form… what's it like as one?" I asked, more curious than shocked now.
"You feel powerful, you feel the need to hunt with the pack, the adrenaline rush when you leap and bound through the trees, it's totally surreal."
He seemingly stared into space, possibly reliving those very experiences as he abstractly described them to me.
My ears perked up, this handsome interesting man before me had the intense savage look about him, a look that I was attracted to without knowing it myself.
He sighed, "You'll have… urges. For blood, there's this bloodlust within me to hunt and kill anything in sight that isn't a wolf like me, even you."
I waited as a fresh dose of adrenaline coursed through my body from what I've heard, thanks to my heart.
"So why didn't you hunt me?" He had to have an answer.
"I… I don't know." he replied at last after a long pause to consider my question, "I was out looking for prey as usual, expecting a deer or something like that when I picked up the scent of a bear and you. Curiosity got the better of me so I checked it out. When I saw you about to be killed, I didn't think, my body just moved on its own…"
How could I not have noticed it before? This man was handsome, dashing, had a body to die for and had just saved my life. He was my hero.
Would he be my lover too?