Whisper (Feral Riders)

LA Brookes

Whisper © copyright 2013, LA Brookes
First Electronic Printing April 2013, The Raven Books
Cover art by Natalie Winters, © Copyright 2013
ISBN 13: 9781625010445
ISBN 10: 1625010443
Edited by Suz Gower
Final Line Edits by Dianne B
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Chapter One

“You fucking cocksucker. I know you fucked Janet. You fucking cocksucker.”
Parker Steward frowned, hating the fact that his reading was being interrupted by the shrill

screams of a woman yelling at her boyfriend on the phone. He gripped his book tighter, as if that
would somehow turn down her volume. It didn’t work. She only got louder and more irate.

Parker closed his eyes, easily hearing the boyfriend’s response through the phone even though he

didn’t want to. Normally his enhanced hearing was an advantage. Now he wished he could turn it off.
“How can you say that? I’m not attracted to Janet. You know that. I care about you, baby.”

Parker wasn’t sure exactly where he was, though that was nothing new. After riding across the

United States twenty-some times on his motorcycle, he had stopped paying attention to city signs. He
was in Texas. He knew that much because the guys he rode with had wanted to come south to chase a
hankering for barbeque. Parker had come south because he had a thing for cowboys in tight jeans.

And privacy. He had a thing for quiet and privacy. It was the whole reason he’d chosen the

secluded area in the park.

“You’re a cocksucker!”
“Come up with a new insult,” Parker mumbled, trying to focus past the woman to read his book.

It wasn’t a particularly interesting story, but he never left a book unfinished.

“Cocksucker!”
Parker couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. Why get worked up over some jerk who clearly

wasn’t the woman’s true love? He’d seen what true love did to people. They became mindless to it.
He never wanted to be out of control like that.

Parker Steward was a werewolf on the prowl. He liked it that way. When he wasn’t riding his

motorcycles with his feral pack, or trying to find a sweet piece of ass to release his animalistic urges
on, he was communing with nature or escaping into some worn paperback novel he’d picked up from
a thrift store. Like humans, some of his kind believed that mating was between a man and woman. The
feral pack preferred their lovers with a little more penis and a lot less vagina. A few of them would
fuck a woman if the need arose, but they preferred the vigor of human men over any other partner.

“We were only together that one time. Damn, woman…” Apparently, the guy on the phone

wasn’t a boyfriend but a one-night stand gone very wrong.

Hearing the woman scream about lost dreams and heartache, Parker was easily reminded why he

preferred a strong man. Strong men might be harder to control, but they were a lot less emotional to
deal with. When dawn came, they didn’t hold on to his leg and beg him not to go.

Foolishly, he and his pack members had believed they could outrun the fate of their kind.

Werewolves mated for life. He and his friends had rejected the notion, instead choosing to run free.
They didn’t abide by pack law, didn’t seek marriage or orderly lives, didn’t fight their inner desires
in an effort to blend in. The others considered them feral.

Apparently, fate was finally catching up with some of them. And, oh, was fate a determined

bitch. She was hitting them hard and fast. One by one, the feral pack found themselves mated to
humans.

Leo was the first to fall, then Jesse. Pack members Ben and Nick were lovers and, until they’d

found their joint mate in Justin, were always at odds. It was rare two werewolves could make a
relationship work, as two alpha males in a relationship often equaled explosive fights and battles for
dominance. Strangely, Justin, though sweet and gentle, seemed to have all the power in that

relationship as he balanced the two wolves out. That left Chase and himself as the last unmated two
out of the six.

With a growl, he pushed up from the shaded enclosure. The woman gasped in shock at his

sudden appearance. He lifted the hand that held the book and pointed it at her. Her rounded eyes
stared at him. Unable to help himself, he said, “It’s not true love. Move on. You can do better.”

Why did everyone want to be mated anyway?
He strode across the park to his motorcycle. The day was beginning to warm and soon the Texas

sun would be beating down on him. Somewhere in this town would be a diner. That is where he’d
find the others. Maybe he could convince the wolves to leave their mates for the evening so they
could run shifted through the countryside.

A smile crossed his face at the thought, only to instantly fade as a black pickup drove slowly

past. By the looks of the human male in the driver’s seat, the man was closer to forty than thirty. There
was a sprinkling of grey in his thick black hair. Sunglasses hid the cowboy’s eyes. He stopped to let a
couple kids cross the street.

Parker couldn’t move. He felt as if all the air had been pulled from his lungs. Inside he tingled

and the endings of his nerves exploded in rapid successions of pleasure and awareness.

“Thomas Maverick, is that you?” an old woman called just as the kids almost made it across the

street. The man rolled down his window as the lady approached.

“Ms. Marcy,” his dream guy answered. “I heard you were in town visiting your sister.”
The man’s voice had struck a chord deep inside him. Parker remained frozen and couldn’t even

think to try to move as he stared at the truck. Blood rushed in his ears, deafening the conversation he
tried to eavesdrop on. Normally he was a man of thoughts, focusing on the cerebral rather than
depending on the physical drive that so often ruled over his kind, but in this moment his mind became
a complete blank. Only the shock of seeing such masculine perfection kept him from doing something
foolish—like shifting into full wolf form and raging through the park like a feral beast on ecstasy.

He needed to speak. He needed to introduce himself to Thomas Maverick. He had to tell him

about their shared destinies. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Parker needed to lay claim to his
man.

Before he could catch his wits, Thomas rolled up his window and drove away.
“Wait,” Parker said belatedly to the back of the pickup. Ms. Marcy glanced at him, startled by

the sound of his voice. She hurried on down the sidewalk as if some crazy guy was going to come
after her. Parker ignored her, instead staring at the taillights.

As distance was put between Thomas and himself, Parker was able to breathe again. The

pressure inside him didn’t lessen, but his mind came back to him and he could again think.

He should have fucking known fate would catch him. It appeared as if only Chase was to be left

without true love. Parker had found his other half. Just like that, while he was storming away from a
hysterical woman screaming at her one-night stand in a park, fate had coming calling and his name
was Thomas Maverick.

And Parker had missed his shot to talk to him.

* * *

Leo and Chase stared at him as he entered the diner. The restaurant was nearly empty but for a

couple early birds eating at the counter. The two werewolves were drinking coffee in a corner booth
as they waited for the others to catch up and join them.

“Shit.” Chase’s smile fell. “Really?”

“It happened.” Leo grinned. “Finally.”
“Really?” Chase groaned. “Another one bites the dust. Shit. You all are going to be about as

much fun as a pack of old ladies at a knitting table.”

“What is a knitting table?” Leo asked, chuckling.
“Sewing circle, knitting table…” Chase waved a hand in dismissal. “Who cares? You all are

boring as fuck now.”

Parker made his way to the table. Chase called to the waiter to bring another coffee. The young

kid seemed bored as he disappeared back into the wait station.

“So? What’s his name?” Leo asked.
“Thomas Maverick.” Parker was almost too stunned to speak.
“How’d you meet?” Leo thanked the kid as he dropped off the coffee and disappeared into the

back.

“Didn’t.” Parker sat down and studied the black liquid but didn’t touch the ceramic mug.
“Where is he?”
“Don’t know.”
“How will you find him?”
“Unsure.”
“What’s he like?” Leo insisted.
“Perfect.” Parker took a deep breath and then another.
Leo laughed. “Damn, I never thought I’d see the day you were at a loss for words.”
“It’s kind of nice,” Chase teased.
“Shut it,” Parker warned, letting the shift of the wolf flash in his eyes.
“Easy there, stud puppy, don’t take your bad mood out on me,” Chase said, though he hardly

looked worried. In fact, he looked vastly amused. “It’s not my fault you ran from your destiny like a
scared bunny.”

“I didn’t run,” Parker admitted. “I couldn’t move.”
“Happens to us all differently,” Leo affirmed.
Chase laughed harder, slamming his hand on the table. “Smooth, oh so smooth! The mighty

Parker meets his fate and he can’t think of a damned thing to say.”

Chapter Two

“Fuck,” Parker whispered into the hard wind hitting his face as he turned off the main road onto

an old highway. Until he’d seen Thomas, he had never wanted to belong to one person. Only, Thomas
didn’t seem to feel the same way. Actually, Thomas didn’t seem to feel anything for him at all. It had
taken a few days to track the man down. Apparently this small town’s gossip didn’t include sharing
with strangers. It was only another chance encounter outside the diner that brought Parker to say his
first words to his future mate. “Um, hello.”

Yep. The smoothest thing he could think to say to the man of his dreams was, “Um, hello.”
Thomas had tipped his hat in response and walked out with a to-go order. Even now Parker

could recall every inch of the cowboy’s strong legs under a tight pair of blue jeans.

Thomas defined the very imagery his last name implied. Maverick—a rugged Texas cowboy

who worked hard, had a sense of honor and an even stronger sense of purpose. He didn’t always say
much, but his eyes spoke volumes. He was generous, kind, and the townspeople seemed to like him.
And his smile… Parker shivered just thinking about it. Thomas had a smile that stopped Parker’s
words in his throat and made him forget everything he’d ever learned.

For weeks he’d tried to put himself in front of the man and for weeks he’d failed to get Thomas’s

attention. His affection for his future mate only grew stronger…almost as strong as the erection
pressing against his jeans.

Parker’s cock felt as if it might explode inside his pants, and the vibration of the motorcycle seat

against his balls only made the pressure worse. He needed sex and he needed it bad. As the country
miles stretched by, he thought about pulling over to masturbate. The relief would feel so good, yet he
didn’t let himself have it.

Usually, he would fuck whoever was closest and willing, normally a man, but a woman would

do if he was really drunk. Sure, he’d fucked some of the other werewolves, but Parker wasn’t
interested in anything serious with them. All of his life, sex wasn’t about emotional connections. It
was about one-night stands and fiery, dirty passion.

Empty? Yes, it could be if he stopped to think about it for too long.
Fun? Oh, hell yeah, it was fun!
Parker had been born a lycanthrope. Unlike humans, he had not been raised to deny his needs. If

he wanted to fuck, he fucked. If he was hungry, he found food. If he needed to run, he ran the nearest
forest. He needed nature around him to keep his soul happy. Freedom was in his blood.

And right now he was free to pursue his destiny. He thought of the sexy piece of man flesh he

was on his way to ‘conveniently’ bump into and took a deep breath. Too bad his destiny didn’t seem
to know he existed. Damn, fate was intent on making him work for it.

Parker pulled his motorcycle to the side of the road right behind Thomas’s black pickup truck.

Since he’d first caught the cowboy’s very masculine scent, he’d been able to track him quite easily.
Okay, well, his senses and the help of his werewolf pack members who were all too eager to see him
find happiness with a mate. There was something about mated couples that made them want to pair up
all their single friends. Once they’d gotten a whiff of Parker’s love interest, they were all over
helping him out.

“Can I help you?” Thomas asked. The hot summer sun beat down on the cowboy’s shirtless

chest. He leaned against the manual post-hole digger he’d been using to reset one of the wooden posts
in the barbed wire fence. “Wait, Parker, right? You were at the grain elevator yesterday.”

“Thought I recognized you,” Parker lied, trying not to sound overeager.
“Nice bike. I like the older models.”
“Refurbished it myself. Found it stored in the back of an old tattoo shop years ago.” Parker

nodded at the broken fence. “I was riding by and it looked like you could use some help.”

Thomas considered him for a long moment. “Had a couple guys up and quit on me. I won’t say

no to an extra pair of hands if you’re offering.”

Parker made his way down into the grassy ditch near the old highway. “What happened?”
“I’m not sure. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I would say wild animals attacked the post and

chewed it all to hell before ripping it out of the ground and tossing it aside. Damnedest thing.”
Thomas pointed at the damaged post on the ground behind him. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m
just glad the stock is in the north pen.”

Parker hid his grimace. That’s why his buddies knew Thomas would be out here. They went

running last night and must have hatched a plan to put Thomas in a position to let Parker help him.
Seeing Thomas’s naked chest, Parker couldn’t be upset with his friends. It was the perfect excuse to
spend some time alone with the man. Normally Thomas was so busy, he didn’t stop moving long
enough for Parker to start a decent conversation. Guess that came from running his own Texas ranch.

Parker leaned over to grab a pair of gloves out of a toolbox. Though his friends meant well, he

felt guilty about the damage. He’d find a way to repay Thomas for the cost, even if it meant dropping
a couple hundred dollars somewhere the cowboy would find it later.

Parker got the impression that money wasn’t Thomas’s main concern. Sure, like any business

owner he’d be conscious of it, but by all accounts in town the man did very well for himself—even in
the rough economy.

Thomas’s body was finely tuned from a lifetime of hard work. Thick muscles rippled over his

back and chest. He shoved the post-hole digger into the ground and pulled at the handle to core out a
hole. Parker bit his lip, studying the man’s tight ass as he leaned into his tool.

“Wouldn’t electric be faster?” Parker asked, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t

give away what he was really thinking. Damn, but he would give anything to shove the human over
onto his hands and knees, pull those tight jeans down over his hips, and…

“You know how to reset posts?” Thomas asked, giving him a quizzical look.
“I, ah…” Parker was drawn from the beginnings of a very nice fantasy. “It’s been awhile.”
“Yes, an electric post-hold digger is faster, but not very practical this far in the country. Not too

many plug-ins around.” Thomas laughed.

“Want me to give it a try? I’ve never been afraid of getting my hands dirty.”
“I think I about have it.” Thomas shoved the digger deeper into the ground, putting his entire

body into the motion.

Thomas was one fine piece of human man meat—in every perfectly decadent way possible. The

wolf inside Parker threatened to surge forth, wanting to play. There was no doubting this man was
strong. Cowboys by their nature tended to be stubborn. Parker liked being dominant, but fucking a guy
like Thomas would make for one wild ride. It would be fun to break this stallion into submission.

Damn, but his cock throbbed. Perhaps he should have jacked off before riding up. He focused on

Thomas’s gestures. The cowboy’s eyes lingered on Parker’s a few seconds too long. It was too hot
out to detect any rise in temperature, but Thomas’s heartbeat did quicken.

“Grab the new post?” Thomas sounded a bit husky.
Pre-ejaculate wet Parker’s boxers at the tone of the other man’s voice. At this rate he’d come in

his jeans before getting a chance to play out any of his fantasies.

Parker lifted the thick wood easily and carried it over. As Thomas stood back, Parker rammed

the post into the new hole. Fuck, but even that was erotic. His cock physically ached. He lifted the
post and shoved it down harder into the earth. The smell of rich soil surrounded him. He tilted his
head. They were alone. No one was around for miles.

A bead of sweat rolled down the center of Thomas’s back. Parker wanted to lick the drop and

kiss the man’s neck. Unfortunately, it was really hot outside and not too conducive to a wild romp.
They set the post in silence. Their hands brushed a few times, as if they each tested the other’s
interest.

A shiver worked over Parker.
Thomas’s eyes lingered a little too long.
Parker knew the cowboy was interested. He smelled the subtle human pheromones. The scent

gave him hope. Maybe his future mate just needed to be alone with him. Maybe Parker was just being
hopeful.

He hated self-doubt.
The conversation flowed easily for a change as they worked, and Parker found he had much

more in common with Thomas than sexual attraction. They both liked baseball better than football,
domestic over foreign beer, hated cashews, loved fireworks. Parker logically knew these things were
small, but it was the small, everyday things that created a lifetime. There was a connection between
them, powerful and potent. Parker knew to trust his instincts on a primal level and everything in him
was sure about Thomas. The elders had said this was what love was like for their kind. One look and
they just knew, deep inside, that they had found their mate.

“I saw you at the diner a few times, not just at the grain elevator,” Thomas admitted. “Carter told

me you were looking at moving here? It’s not a bad place, especially if you’re looking to settle down
with a family. Good schools. Low crime rate. Plenty of fresh air.”

“Settling down did cross my mind.” Parker let his gaze linger on Thomas’s. “If I met the right

person.”

“Who has the time for dating?” Thomas turned his attention back to their work. “I barely seem to

have time to sleep at night.”

“You have to balance the work with fun.” Parker’s gloved hand brushed over Thomas’s and the

man did not pull away. “Or hire more help so you don’t get overwhelmed.”

“That your way of saying you’re looking for a job?”
“Depends on what you’re hiring for.”
“So, you’re interested in moving here?”
“Carter, you say? Big guy, flannel jacket, even though it’s the middle of summer?”
Thomas nodded. “That’s the one.”
“I think he’s trying to unload his son-in-law’s property. I said it was a pretty area, he started the

hard sell.” Parker pulled the barbed wire against the new post and held it tight while Thomas
hammered it to the post.

“That’s the one.” Thomas chuckled. “It’s not a bad piece of property if you know how to work it.

Carter’s son-in-law is too lazy for the land. He thinks throwing a couple seeds on the ground makes
him a farmer. Unfortunately, nowadays, working the land has become a lost art. Everyone is in a
hurry, connected with technology, attached to their cellular phones and wireless internet like they’re
vital organs.”

Parker nodded in agreement. “Give me a book over this new reality television trend any day.”
“You a reader?”

Parker smiled as they finished attaching the last wire. “Every day. Every chance I get.”
“We’re done here,” Thomas said. “Thank you for your help. If you do move to the area, I’ll be

sure to repay in kind.”

Parker’s smile faded some as the cowboy began gathering up his tools. Repay in kind? That

wasn’t exactly the reward he’d been hoping for. Carefully, he said, “Sure.”

Never one who had to work very hard to seduce a man who was clearly compatible with him,

Parker wasn’t sure what to say. This had never happened to him before.

“How about I let you buy me a burger?” he said, well aware of how lame he sounded. “I get

tired of eating at the diner alone. Would be nice to have some company if you’re not busy.”

“Wasn’t planning on heading into town today.” Thomas walked the post-hole digger to his truck

and put it in the back. Parker grabbed the toolbox and followed him up the ditch. Thomas continued,
“Tell you what, if you’re free, why don’t you let me repay you for your help? Steak and beer? I have a
big library at the ranch if you’d like to check it out while I cook. If you’re serious, we can talk about
that job offer.”

If Parker hadn’t been sure this man was his destiny, this confirmed it. “Beer and steak. Perfect.”
“Follow me.” Thomas walked to the driver’s side of the truck and climbed in.
Parker went to his motorcycle. “Mm, gladly, sweetness,” he whispered to himself as he got onto

his bike. It was too hot to play out any of the fantasies he’d been having. Sweat trickled over his
body, sticking his T-shirt to his flesh. But he felt a sense of relief that their time together wasn’t going
to be over. No man had ever made Parker work this hard. Usually all it took was one conversation.
This only proved Thomas was special. “I would follow you anywhere.”

Chapter Three

The Maverick Ranch had been constructed by master craftsmen over the last century. It blended

the perfectionism of the past with the conveniences of the present. Country landscape stretched for
miles in all directions. Limestone columns surrounded the bottoms of wooden posts, encircling the
large home’s porch. Despite its size, the home was quiet as Parker shut off his engine. The sound of
horses and dogs drew his attention, but he heard no other people. The silence seemed out of place for
such a large spread.

“Do you live here alone?” Parker asked.
A collie ran around the corner, wagging his tail at Thomas’s return. Thomas petted the animal

before opening the front door and inviting Parker inside. “There were more of us. I have a brother in
politics, another in corporate sales, and a third traipsing about as a journalist. I’m the only one with a
taste for the family business, so the ranch is mine.”

The house was immaculate, with stone floors and a deluxe hunting lodge. As the door shut,

Parker was about to speak when Thomas grabbed his face and began kissing him. He stiffened in
momentary surprise before returning the kiss. The cowboy’s tongue slid along his lips, silently
begging him to open his mouth. Parker met the man’s passion with his own.

Thomas grabbed Parker’s cock through his jeans and squeezed. “There’s a shower upstairs.

How about we wash the work off?”

“What’s with the sudden change in temperature, not that I’m complaining.” Parker pulled his

mate’s hat off his head and set it aside.

“People often complain that they can’t tell what I’m thinking. They say I’m too much in my own

head.” Thomas kissed him again. “Does that clear it up a little?”

Parker moaned. He would never have guessed this man would be so aggressively upfront about

his desires, especially when he’d made Parker work so hard for it. In his experience, cowboys tended
to hold back a little when it came to male-on-male attraction. Parker didn’t understand it, himself.
He’d never been ashamed of his sexual preferences or desires.

“I saw you looking at my ass,” Thomas continued. “Today wasn’t the first time, either. I know

you followed me into the diner. I’ve been seeing you around town quite a bit with the other bikers.
You got anyone special in that gang of yours?”

“I wouldn’t call us a gang so much as a pack.”
“That wasn’t a no,” Thomas challenged.
“What can I say?” Parker grabbed his cowboy’s backside and jerked him close. “You have an

ass worth staring at. And this is a no. I’m not with any of my fellow gang members. We’re kind of
aimless right now, traveling all over the country in search of…actually, I don’t know what we’re all
searching for. True love, I guess. Adventure. Diversion.”

Thomas grinned. “I knew you were special the first moment I saw you outside the diner. I knew

then that I wanted you. There was something special about you. Too many times the men I meet don’t
know the value of a whisper.”

“Value of a whisper?” Parker asked, not understanding.
“Just a nice way of saying they were too flamboyant. People are old-fashioned around here. I

don’t want everyone in my business.” Thomas tried to kiss him.

Parker pulled his mouth away. “You’re ashamed to be with a man?”
Thomas let go and gave a chuckle. “Shower’s this way.”

Thomas walked upstairs, unbuckling his belt as he walked. He tugged off his boots and tossed

them next to his bed. Soon his jeans followed until he stood naked and proud. Parker didn’t need
more invitation. He kicked out of his shoes as he quickly undressed. When they were both naked,
Thomas reached to push a button on the wall. Parker followed him into an adjoining room.

There was no shower stall door, but an open space right next to the bedroom. The water fell

from the ceiling like rain. Thomas walked under the shower and tilted back his head. Parker let his
eyes roam over the man’s tight body. Fuck, but he was gorgeous.

Parker’s dick couldn’t get any harder. He reached for it, stroking the hard length, trying to ease

the pleasure-pain of a full arousal. Veins strained along the shaft and pre-cum leaked out of the tip.

“There’s lube by the bed,” Thomas said.
Parker opened the nightstand and pulled out a big bottle of lubricant. He slathered his cock with

it. It made stroking himself much easier as his fingers glided.

Thomas leaned toward the wall and placed his hands on the tile. The position caused his ass to

poke out in offering, like a prisoner waiting to be frisked. Water hit Parker’s shoulder, but he kept his
body angled so as not to wash the lube off his cock. He brought his dick to Thomas’s ass and rubbed
the tip along the solid cheeks. He probed deeper with each pass.

Parker re-angled his body. Water streamed over his back. The warm moisture felt good.
He ran his hand into Thomas’s hair and tugged his lover’s head to the side. He dragged his teeth

over the man’s flesh, not hurting him, but giving the wolf a bit of fun even as he suppressed his most
primal urges. Oh, but the wolf in him wanted to play. Sucking and licking the water off his mate’s
skin, Parker thrust his hips forward to slip his cock deeper. Thomas’s ass cheeks clenched, tightening
on his shaft.

“Is this what you want, my stallion?” Parker asked.
“Stallion?” Thomas chuckled. The sound was soft. The man probably didn’t know Parker could

hear him.

The wolf inside Parker took it as a challenge. He slid in deeper.
“That all you got?” Thomas asked. “I thought a big boy like you would be packing the big guns.”
Parker didn’t hold back as he rammed his cock to the hilt. Thomas cried out. “Big enough for

you?”

Thomas made a weak noise of pleasure.
It was too much. A shift began to ripple over his flesh. The transformation made his dick longer

and thicker. Thomas cried out louder and the muscles of his lover’s anus gripped his penis.

“I said, is that big enough for you?” Parker demanded. He was partially shifted. He wouldn’t

shift fully into an animal because he couldn’t have sex as a wolf, but half transformed would be a lot
of fun.

The wolf entered his voice, causing it to be rough and raw.
“Fuck,” Thomas swore. His back was to Parker so he didn’t see the changes. Parker put his hand

on the cowboy’s back to keep his head positioned so his eyes would stay down.

Parker bumped a knee between the man’s legs to get him to spread his stance. He pulled his cock

out only to thrust in. Taking hold of his lover’s hip with his free hand, he controlled their movements.
Thomas made soft sounds of pleasure. Parker pumped his dick into his mate’s ass, thumping hard.

“You like that, don’t you?” Parker asked, though the tone was hardly questioning. “That’s right,

I’m going to break my wild stallion.”

Parker appreciated the way the man’s tight ass stretched to fit him. The wolf inside him wanted

to lay claim and he couldn’t slow down. A primal instinct took over. Inside his mouth his teeth grew,

elongating into dangerous fangs. He couldn’t make them retract.

He pumped harder, gliding in and out. Flesh smacked flesh. The lube eased his journey so his

wild stallion of a cowboy could take his giant wolf cock.

Thomas removed one hand from the wall and grabbed his own penis. Each time Parker thrust,

the action forced Thomas’s dick to fuck his fist. Parker lifted his hand from the cowboy’s back.

“Come for me,” Parker ordered.
Thomas stroked his dick harder. Parker shoved deep and jerked with a hard release, coming into

his mate’s ass. The climax hit him deep and good. Thomas’s cheeks tightened as cum squirted out of
his dick. Parker pulled out with a hard jerk of residual pleasure.

Sated, the wolf inside him faded away. He stepped back into the shower to rinse the sweat and

sex off his body.

For a long moment, Thomas didn’t move from his place against the wall. When he finally did, he

said, “I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d live to see my grandfather’s stories come to life. He used to
tell me about the Native American skin walkers. I didn’t think I’d ever see one for myself.”

Parker froze. “How…?”
Thomas looked more curious than scared. He pointed at an inactive silver showerhead coming

from the wall. “I saw your reflection. It’s okay. If you meant to hurt me I would have had a sense of it
by now.”

“I think I’m supposed to be trying to convince you that I’m relatively harmless,” Parker

answered, still shocked at his mate’s easy acceptance.

“This land is old and we’re in the south.” Thomas took soap off a shelf and began lathering his

body. “We have Civil War ghosts running around the east barn. A phantom dog that comes out of the
forest with the mist. My grandmother and mother swore there’s a little girl spirit in the attic who only
shows herself to women. A local witch cursed a patch of land along the north section. I’ll be damned
if we could get anything to grow there since the 1950s. My uncle swore he saw a mermaid during his
days as a Merchant Marine. And my grandfather used to tell me about the skin walkers and other
creatures who could transform shape.”

“I’m lycanthrope, not a skin walker. A werewolf.” Parker studied his mate, amazed at his easy

acceptance. He had thought this revelation would have been one of the harder conversations of his
life. “You shouldn’t be frightened of what I am. Mostly, I’m a man like any other.”

“No, sweetheart, not like any other,” Thomas said. He crossed the distance, reaching to touch

Parker’s face. The rain shower washed the soap off his body. “I can tell you’re not like anyone I’ve
ever met.”

Parker quirked a brow. “So a witch? Really?”
“Hand to the heavens,” Thomas affirmed. He still carried the soap and squirted some in his

hand. He lathered Parker, cleaning him. “Even had an Aunt Rose who swore she had a run-in with a
vampire, but she was a few cans short of a six-pack.” Thomas ran his hand over Parker’s cock,
causing it to twitch. “She also thought the cat was stalking her.”

Parker chuckled. He pulled Thomas’s mouth to his in a deep kiss. The cowboy’s soapy hand slid

on his cock. The animal inside him wanted to play again.

The seductively masculine scent of the soap filled his nose. Thomas massaged his balls, rolling

them in his palm. Then, after Parker was thoroughly cleaned, his lover got on his knees. Eagerly,
Thomas took Parker’s cock in his mouth.

Parker rocked his hips, pressing deeper. His lover’s tongue pressed flat along the bottom of his

shaft. He sucked him softly at first, slowly becoming more aggressive. Parker held the sides of his

face, helping to control the movements of his mouth. Thomas wrapped his hand around the base of his
shaft to keep from choking on the thick length. Tiny moans escaped him.

“Damn, you’re sweet.” Parker liked watching his mate’s mouth on his dick. Water cascaded

over them. His thrusts became faster. Thomas sucked harder. Parker came, forcing his lover to drink
his semen. When the last of his seed spilled out of him, he let go of Thomas.

Breathing hard, Thomas stood, his cock hard and ready. Parker grinned and walked out of the

shower. Without bothering to dry off, he crawled onto the bed and got on his hands and knees. He
offered his ass to his lover.

The shower turned off, followed by the sound of lube being squirted out of the bottle. Thomas’s

breathing was hard and heavy. The bed shifted as he climbed behind him.

Parker shivered in anticipation and pressed back, ready to accept his new lover in his ass. The

solid dick probed him. Fuck, but it felt good, nice and strong. He liked Thomas’s confidence.

Thomas gently caressed his hip and held on. Parker tingled where his cowboy touched him in

complete awareness. Though aggressive, Thomas was still not as alpha as a werewolf. Lycans were
naturally rough, and when two werewolves shared a bed it was more like a battle than lovemaking.
Being with Thomas felt more like an equal partnership. Parker had never felt so connected to another
person before.

Thomas slipped his lubed dick into the firm grip of Parker’s ass. His mate filled him up. Thomas

pulled Parker’s hip, jerking him back and forth. His hips hit his ass, only to pull away and do it again.

“Damn,” Thomas whispered, more to himself. His breath caught and held. He pumped harder.

He suddenly gasped. His body tensed and he came. Parker felt the semen dripping out of his ass when
his lover pulled back.

Though his dick could have easily been lifted for more, Parker flipped over on the bed and made

no move to go another round. Thomas crawled next to him and kissed him before collapsing on the
bed next to him.

“The others that ride with you, your group, are they all lycanthropes too?” Thomas asked.
“There are five wolves total. Some of us have mates who are human.” Parker adjusted his arm

so he could absently rub the top of Thomas’s naked thigh. “We’re like brothers.”

“Are they close by?”
“Local hotel. A few are camping in the woods.”
“You should call them and invite them out. I have plenty of land to camp on and guest rooms for

those who want to be indoors.”

Parker frowned. “Why? You don’t think I’m enough? If you’re complaining, I assure you I can

fuck you sore.”

“No, not complaining.” Thomas shook his head in denial. The cowboy’s eyes traveled over his

face. “I was just thinking I’d like to meet your friends. Is that strange? I don’t know, it just seems right
somehow. This house needs noise again. Besides, there’s plenty of work to go around if they want it. I
pay a fair wage.”

“No, not strange. That’s what happens when you find your mate.” Parker kissed his mate’s

temple.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, darlin’. I’m not talking marriage, just inviting ya’ll out as

houseguests, possibly paying you to do some work if you need walking-around money. But if you
mean mate as in lover, well, I can assure you I’m up for plenty of mating.”

“That’s very generous of you. I’ll give them a call later and have them come out.” Parker

grinned. “They’ll do just about anything if you tell them steak and beer is involved.”

Chapter Four

Parker took a long pull of his beer. Now this was the life—sitting in the cool evening breeze,

listening to Chase play his guitar as the others challenged each other to a yard game. The clank of
horseshoes punctuated his friends’ laughter.

Jesse threw the metal shoe while his lover took his photograph. Zach was a photographer and

seemed to document everything they did. The flash of a camera was becoming a constant in their
lives.

Leo and his mate Jackson had wandered off into the darkening landscape hand in hand. He could

well imagine what those two were up to. Actually, he didn’t have to imagine. He could hear what they
were up to if he listened hard enough. Parker chose not to listen, though, as he was much more
interested in the sounds Thomas made while barbequing on the propane grill a few feet away.

“You know,” Ben said, taking a seat on the ground next to Parker. Ben’s two mates, Nick and

Justin, sat by themselves, whispering about the kinds of things lovers talked about. “I kind of feel bad
for Chase over there. He’s the only one without a mate.”

“Prefer it that way,” Chase called, not bothering to look at the two lycans.
“He says that now, but when those miles get long, and he is alone on his bike, and none of us are

willing to fuck him, he’ll change his tune,” Ben insisted. Though he didn’t speak very loudly, the other
wolves could hear him just fine. They could hear a whisper from fifty paces on a good day.

“Would rather get my dick wet with a woman,” Chase said from across the distance, not losing a

beat.

“Don’t you mean you like playing the woman,” Parker corrected with a chuckle.
Thomas appeared, smelling like the grilling meat from the barbeque. He handed Parker another

beer. “Food’s about ready.”

“Are you sure you want Parker?” Chase asked. “Beer. Open country. Steak. Hell, sweetheart,

I’ll marry you for that alone.”

“Back off,” Parker warned, feeling suddenly possessive.
“Sorry, not much for bed-hopping,” Thomas answered.
“Chase, you make us sound like gold diggers,” Nick scolded, looking up from where he talked

closely with Justin.

Thomas gave Parker a questioning look.
“Don’t worry,” Chase said. “We’re nothing but a bunch of rebelling trust funders. We’re what

happens when the government doesn’t make you work or pay taxes.”

“The government kind of owes us. It’s a perk we receive due to some experiments done during

World War I.” Parker stroked the outside of Thomas’s thigh. “It works out. The government keeps our
kind secret and we don’t tell the world what they tried to do to us.”

“Meat should be done. Everyone come help yourselves,” Thomas said, turning to go back to his

grill. The men didn’t need to be told twice as they rushed to be the first in line.

* * *

“It’s very generous of you to have everyone here,” Parker said. The others had eaten and slowly

wandered off to their various rooms and tents. Only Chase would be alone this night and he had gone
to run free in the woods under the moonlight.

Thomas joined Parker on the porch. “Do you want to run in the woods with Chase? I was kind of

hoping to see one of you shift tonight, but—”

“Old habit,” Parker broke in. “We don’t shift where others can see us. Well, usually, anyway.

Occasionally one of us gets picked up by animal control or some do-gooder trying to save wildlife.
Then it’s up to the others to do a kind of jailbreak. Jesse once got put into an animal rescue that
doubled as a public zoo.” Parker chuckled. “We left him there for a few days. It was pretty cute
seeing all the gawking kids try to make him howl. For some reason, Jesse didn’t find it quite as funny
as we did.”

Thomas didn’t laugh like Parker expected. “You’re all very close aren’t you?”
Parker handed him his beer and stood. “I don’t want you to be scared of what’s happening

between us. I know the guys talked a lot about marriage and mating. It’s because they sense what we
have. Our bond is strong, Thomas. It’s destiny. If you need time to realize that, you have it.”

“So, was that a no to watching you shift?” Thomas asked, changing the subject.
“I won’t hurt you.” Parker stood several feet away and faced him.
“For some reason, I believe you. I can tell you’re a good person. I tried to act nonchalant earlier,

but I think we’re past that. The truth is I noticed you for the last couple of weeks. Harton is a small
town. It’s easy to run into the new guy if you’re looking to. I watched you, nothing creepy, just
curious. I saw you were kind to the stray cats. You talked to that boy in the park and showed him how
to throw the baseball. Mrs. Simpson at the library said you donated a few books and paid off
strangers’ book fines. She also said a shipment of children’s books showed up a few days after you
were there. A bad man doesn’t do things like that.”

“Thank you,” Parker said, touched by the admission. He had simply meant he wouldn’t

physically hurt Thomas when he shifted to wolf form to ease his curiosity, but he wasn’t going to ruin
such beautiful words.

Parker’s eyes met Thomas’s.
He let the first ripples of a shift work over his body. He gauged his mate’s reaction.
Thomas held his breath and his eyes widened.
Kneeling on the ground, Parker let the full shift come over him. He shook out of his clothes and

they fell around him in a pile on the ground. He stood as wolf on all four paws. When Thomas didn’t
run away, he lifted his head back and howled. The rawness of this form felt great. He had the urge to
run, but instead lowered his head and moved so Thomas could touch him. The cowboy murmured, an
incoherently soothing sound, and reached to pet along his back. Parker couldn’t speak human words
when he was in animal form. After a long moment, he backed away and started the transformation
back to human form. He stopped when he reached what they called a half-shift. He looked more like a
wolf-man from an old horror movie. Breathing hard, he stood proud and naked.

Thomas’s eyes took him in. “That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” He absentmindedly

took a swig of Parker’s beer.

Parker’s cock ached and he gripped it firmly with a clawed hand. He stroked it, letting Thomas

see just how aroused he was.

“I want you.” Parker’s voice was gruff due to the shift, but he didn’t try to ease the seriousness

of his statement.

“Then why don’t we go inside and do something about that?” Thomas didn’t wait for an answer.

He turned, leading the way indoors to the privacy of his room.

Chapter Five

Parker would follow Thomas anywhere. He was just lucky his mate only wanted to go upstairs

to the master bedroom for some privacy. It was sweet the way his lover was conservative when it
came to others knowing their business, but when it came to getting down to that business, he was a
wild stallion in the sack.

If he listened hard enough, he could hear Chase howling in the forest. Jesse and Zach made love

in a guest room down the hall. No one cared what Parker and Thomas were up to.

Thomas stripped out of his clothing. He kicked off his boots and socks before tossing aside his

jeans and shirt. Since Parker was already naked, he simply watched the sweet little striptease. The
beast inside him wanted to pounce.

Soon, he thought, trying to calm the animal instinct.
Thomas smiled at him in invitation as he moved to sit on the end of the bed. He patted the

mattress next to him. “Why don’t you come a little closer?”

Parker took a step toward the bed. He held his cock in his hand. His fist tightened on the shaft as

he tried to calm the surge of desire that threatened to make him come all over the floor before he was
ready. He became overwhelmed with emotions, unable to speak. Thomas was the only man he’d ever
met who could make every single word leave him.

Thomas kept his feet on the floor as he leaned back on the bed. His cock towered over his hips

in invitation. His mate’s pheromones clouded the room with their potent sexuality.

Parker crossed the distance to the bed. Thomas lifted his hips, clearly wanting Parker to suck his

cock. However, the wolf had yet to disappear from his flesh and Parker wouldn’t risk biting his lover
with his sharp fangs.

Instead of taking Thomas’s cock in his mouth, Parker crawled over his sweet cowboy and leaned

to lick his lover’s parted lips. With a hard shove, he parted Thomas’s thighs, opening up his lover to
him. Parker wanted to fuck him while looking deep into his eyes.

The lube was still on the bed from earlier. Thomas grabbed it and squirted a generous amount

over his balls and crack of his ass. Parker urged him back on the bed, just enough so he could position
Thomas’s body for optimal claiming. He angled his cock toward his cowboy’s sexy ass. He took in
every changing micro-expression on the man’s face.

Parker thrust hard. The lube covering Thomas’s ass eased his way and he slid into the tight

sheath. Thomas cried out. Parker buried himself deep.

“Fuck!” Parker swore. That one word conveyed the rush of emotion he felt.
His lover’s ass was tight bliss. Parker wanted to go easy, but the ride felt too good. Thomas

spread his legs wider and squirmed. Parker couldn’t hold back. He began fucking his cowboy in
primal, hard thrusts. Thomas grabbed his own cock and began to stroke it in time with Parker’s
driving hips.

Love and possession filled him. This was meant to be. Thomas was meant for him. Forever.
He pumped his hips faster. Thomas took the rough handling eagerly. Parker placed his hands flat

on the bed for leverage. He slammed harder. His balls hit Thomas’s firm ass. The sensation was too
much. Thomas writhed beneath him and came, his dick squirting semen up onto Parker’s stomach.
Seconds later, Parker came. He filled his mate with hot cum.

Thomas’s semen dripped off Parker’s stomach, back onto his lover’s flesh. Parker pulled out.

The wolf was sated and retracted back inside. Without thought, Parker gave Thomas’s stomach a little

lick, the taste of Thomas’s release flavoring his tongue. Parker moaned in satisfaction as he fell onto
the bed next to Thomas’s unmoving body.

Parker was content to hold his lover as they drifted in and out of sleep. Soft kisses turned to

whispered words.

“You never answered me earlier,” Parker said.
“About?” Thomas arched a brow in sleepy confusion. It was late and the house had settled into

the quiet of night.

“You said most men don’t know the value of a whisper. Does that mean you’re ashamed of being

with a man?”

Thomas shook his head in denial. “No, not ashamed. I’m private. I don’t like the whole town in

my business, is all. Hell, everyone always knows everyone’s business in a small town. I find no
reason to make my business easy for them to decipher. But if you’re asking whether or not they know
I’m gay, well, in truth, I’ve never offered and they’ve never asked. If they know, they know. If they
don’t, well, I suppose they’ll find out soon enough.”

“You think I don’t know the value of a whisper?” Parker asked.
“No, I think if what your friends keep saying is true and we really are mated, that people are

going to start to suspect we’re a couple. Assuming you’re planning on sticking around here for a
while. I can’t leave for the open road. This land is my home.”

“Sweetheart,” Parker said, “I’m not going anywhere. If this is where you want to be, then this is

where I’m staying…for as long as you will have me.”

“Forever,” Thomas whispered, closing his eyes as he drifted to sleep. “I think I’m liking the

sound of forever.”

“Forever,” Parker agreed before all thoughts were lost in their passionate kiss.

The End

Let the Wild Out by Madelyn Porter

Paranormal Shapeshifter Erotic Ménage Romance

Rachel Dunne thinks she's safe from the politics of her people by keeping a low profile in

America. When she comes face to face with one of the clan chiefs in search of a mate, she’s stunned
yet incredibly turned on. There is a catch—one queen to two opposing clan chiefs. It’s hard enough
fighting off the advances of one sizzling hot piece of alpha man-flesh, can she possibly resist two?

Let the Wild Out Excerpt

Everyone should have at least two lovers.
That’s what Rachel Dunne’s crazy aunt used to tell her anyway. Her mother would have rolled

over in her grave if she’d known her father’s sister had been given custody. After her parents died,
Aunt Elvie was the only family member who could take her in. Rachel spent her teenage years under
the care of a free lovin’, spirit séance havin’, illegal herb growin’, occasionally under arrest, Auntie
Elvie. Luckily the sheriff was one of Elvie’s pot customer slash on-and-off-again lovers, and Elvie
never stayed behind bars for too long.

It wasn’t an ideal childhood. But what Elvie lacked in modern morals and conventions she more

than made up with love and patience. As for an Uncle Elvie, there wasn’t one—there were several.
Elvie rotated her lovers like most people changed toothbrushes, and she always kept at least two of
them around at a time. Though, for their kind, such things were not unusual.

Oh, Aunt Elvie also happened to be a bird shifter. Rachel always thought it accounted for her

flighty behavior and great appetite for life. Though, how a bird shifter could get arrested in the middle
of a forest was beyond her. Rachel suspected her aunt liked being put in cuffs.

For some reason, Aunt Elvie and her childhood had been on her mind a lot lately.
“What kind are you?”
Rachel pretended not to hear the man who spoke, keeping her attention on the ebook reader she

held. She had seen him following her as she left the bookstore where guest authors, Mandy M. Roth
and Michelle M. Pillow, had joint book readings. She’d felt his presence as she walked the streets
and smelled him as he came into the coffee shop. She didn’t need to look at him to know he had dark
hair and a rock-solid body. That much she’d seen from the reflection in the bookstore window. But
experience taught her to stay away from other shifters. They had a wildness about them, an animalistic
quality and a freedom Rachel fought hard to control in herself.

“What kind are you?” The unmistakable brogue of his Gaelic accent seemed out of place in the

small Colorado town. That might account for his forward behavior. The shifters she’d met from
overseas tended to have less puritanical ways. In America, unless on a preserve, shifters tended to
mind their own business.

Rachel glanced at the hand he pressed flat against the table. There was no point in denying his

claim. She could smell the shifter on him, as he could on her. However, his fragrance was potent and
raw. He’d changed recently and, if the prickling sense of danger curling through her was any
indication, he was dangerous. No wild bird here. Without looking up, she said, “I heard you the first
two times, but my parents told me to never talk to strangers. Just keep it moving, buddy. I’m not in the
life and I’m not looking for friends.”

The man turned his hand over so she could see his palm. An ancient, circular design had been

burned into the flesh with a branding iron. It looked old, probably given to him in childhood in an
ancient ritual. She stiffened, not needing further introduction. Rachel didn’t move for a long moment.

She knew that mark. Everyone with shifter blood knew that mark. She’d never expected to see it in
her lifetime, had hoped not. As far as she’d known, the marked ones were all living overseas, and she
preferred it that way. Slowly lifting the back of her hand to her head in a subtle gesture of respect
Aunt Elvie had taught her, she said, “My chief.”

“For someone not in the life, you know who I am.” He pulled his fingers into a fist. “Now I

asked you a question. What kind are you?”

“Trout,” Rachel lied, finally looking up at him. “My kind is a trout. I’m diluted blood.”
She wasn’t sure it was wise to lie to her clan chief, but if he was asking about her kind, then

being a tame creature of the river wasn’t useful to anyone. It had been a long time since she shifted, so
her smell wouldn’t be potent at all. The lie would be believable. Hopefully he’d leave her alone
now. Rachel fought the nervousness in her stomach. If he caught her lying to him she wasn’t sure what
he’d do. The stories from the old country were brutal, practically medieval.

He slid into the chair across from her. “Trout?”
“Yes, my chief. A fish. When I change I swim in streams and try not to get hooked by fishermen

while avoiding other spawning creatures. You can see why I’m not interested in the life.” Rachel
made a move to stand, refusing to look into his eyes in case he sensed her fear. “If you would excuse
me, I have to get to—”

“Wait.” He reached for her hand. The warmth of his touch took her by surprise.
“Yes?” Was it just her imagination, or could she feel the scar on his palm? Her attention focused

on it, on him. Awareness shot through her.

“Who are your family? Which clan?”
“My family is gone. My aunt, Elvie Dunne, raised me. She passed two years back. My father, her

brother, belonged to yours, the Duncanis clan. I don’t talk to any others. Any other questions you have
are better directed at someone else. I hear there are shifters living in Colorado Springs. Perhaps you
should try there.” Rachel withdrew her hand and he let her go. “Excuse me, Chief, but I can’t lose my
job.”

“No reason to be so formal. Call me Douglas.”
She nodded, not saying his name or meeting his eyes. Grabbing her ebook reader, she held it a

little too tightly.

As she walked away, she detected his whisper, “I’ll be seeing you, little trout.”
Rachel really hoped not.

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A King’s Ransom by Reagan Hawk

Sci-Fi Fantasy Paranormal Erotic Romance

Book One in the Masters of Pleasure Series

From King to Captive…
On a quest to find his brother, King Kritan of Katarian on the planet of Panucia finds himself

ambushed, beaten, tortured and then sold to fight in the arena games. The people of Tamonius—his
rival kingdom—condone slavery, take public sex to new lows and try to turn a profit off anything they
can. Nothing can change his hatred for everything Tamonius… that is until he meets the most
breathtakingly beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes upon. Surina of the House of Argyros, daughter to
a powerful senator stirs the beast within him, making it want to lay claim to her as badly as the man
does.

From Captive to King…
Free or not, Kritan is a master of seduction and has selected Surina as his newest prey. But this

virginal beauty has secrets of her own—ones that change everything. And destiny just might have the
last laugh.

Warning: Novel contains graphic violence, explicit sex, MF and MFM, forced seduction, raw

and gritty scenes of a society without order, an alpha male shifter king who sees what he wants and
goes for it, all else be damned, a head guard who has many secrets but shares a passion for the
heroine and a virginal heroine who has longed to be taken rough and claimed fully by a man. This
novel is not for everyone or the faint of heart.

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