Swimming With the Alpha (m/m Werewolf Erotica)
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When Brian gets stuck at the annual Pack get-together, he's bored out of his mind until he meets sexy Alpha Joe. When Joe finds Brian naked in the river, the two of them get the chance to act on their mutual attraction.
Warning: This short story features explicit descriptions of anal sex, a handjob, and two werewolves getting it on in the water! More
The evening is pleasantly warm, with a cool breeze that skates across my heated skin. It’s a good night to hunt if I could stay awake long enough, I muse as I take off my shoes and socks. Then, because I have the sudden urge to feel the wind on my bare skin, I strip off my shirt and jeans, until I’m standing in my boxers. And then I think, ‘what the hell,’ and take those off, too. I’m not too worried about anyone finding me. This is private property and werewolves are pretty comfortable with nudity. Have to be when shifting means you’re running around naked every full moon. All the same…I raise my face and taste the scents on the wind. No one’s heading my way, not as far as I can tell.
Feeling confident, I wade into the water, wincing at the cold. The shock to the system is what I wanted, but still…I shiver and stare at the water, wondering if it would be a good idea to go slow or whether I should dive in. I’ve just about made up my mind to dive, when a sound catches my attention. A branch cracking, which means someone’s here. Who? I turn around to see…
And fall into the water with a loud splash as someone tackles me. Jesus. I have time to grab a quick breath before I go under, then all I can think about is how fucking cold the water is and how much I want to strangle whoever pushed me under. I open my eyes and get a brief impression of brown hair, fair skin…that and the hard body-hard male body— pressed against me before I emerge with a sputter.
My attacker surfaces behind me a second later. “What the fuck?” I curse as I turn around. I’m too slow. The man moves with me and covers my eyes.
“Guess who?” he says in a husky whisper. Damn. I know exactly who it is.
“Joe,” I say, and curse again. This isn’t the place or the time…I wanted him in my bed, but instead I’m here, naked, in water so cold my balls and cock want to shrivel up and die. Way to make an impression. He lets go of my eyes, then pulls me against him. He’s hard, his cock pressed to the crease of my ass.