Night of the Wolf's Desire — Zoe Perdita

When Shawn's job sends him to a dilapidated manor house in the middle of nowhere he wonders if his life has turned into horror film. Then he meets the hot as hell caretaker, Rafe, a muscular man who seems allergic to wearing shirts- and falls in love/lust. But when night falls Rafe's beastly desires come to light. Will Shawn give in or get torn apart?

This 4,500 word story contains steamy and graphic gay werewolf sex, oral sex, masturbation/hand jobs, voyeurism, anal sex and mild violence.

Excerpt:

He stood over me, his bright blue eyes shining with intelligence unknown in other animals. Was he going to eat me? Could I get away? In one swift jump, Rafe pounced; his heavy paws knocking me over backwards and pinning me to the gravel driveway. I guess not.

Slowly, the beast trailed its hot tongue over my cheek and neck. The tingling on my flesh sent a surge of fire to my groin, my cock hardening. What the hell was going on? That should not excite me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling, my heart trying to break out of my rib cage, and I prayed. Not to one god in particular, but to anything that would listen. I didn't want to die- not eaten by a sexy werewolf man. And definitely not when I had a rock hard erection.

Slowly, the paws on my shoulders turned to hands, the weight of the wolf replaced by that of a muscular man. When I opened my eyes I stared into Rafe's handsome face, his lips turned up into a smirk that showed off sharp canine fangs.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked as my glasses slipped down my nose.

“I think you can guess,” he growled into my neck, his breath brushing my skin.

“Actually I'm a little confused about what's going on- Oh!”