Wooing His Wolf

On the Road: Traveling was supposed to open his
eyes, but it opened his heart, too.

Logan St. Clair made some bad decisions and fell
in with the wrong crowd. After believing a fellow
wolf  shifter’s  bigoted  opinions,  he  helps  attack
their pack’s brand new alpha and alpha-mate…his
male alpha-mate. They lose and Logan is exiled. To
his shock, Logan is approached by another alpha,
Kontra  Belikov—a  bear  shifter  who  leads  a
nomadic group of bikers. Even knowing Kontra is
mated  to  a  male,  the  allure  of  a  new  pack  is  too
strong,  Logan  accepts.  Most  of  Kontra’s  pack-
members are in gay matings, and Logan learns to
be polite and accepting of those who are gay, even
forming his own opinions.

While Logan no longer loathes homosexuals, he

never  expects  to  feel  attraction  to  a  guy.  That’s
exactly  what  happens,  however,  when  he  meets
Kai’s  human  friend,  Tyson  Grubler.  He  doesn’t
understand it and fights it with every fiber of his
being. Except, when Logan sees Tyson head into a
club bathroom with a stranger, he loses control of
his  wolf’s  possessive  instincts.  Logan  tosses
Tyson’s  trick  out  of  the  stall  and  sinks  his  teeth
into a very shocked Tyson’s neck. Realizing what
he’s  done—started  the  bonding  process—Logan
flees.  Can  he  come  to  terms  with  what  his  wolf
already knows—that Tyson is his mate?

The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this
copyrighted  work  is  illegal.  Criminal  copyright
infringement,  including  infringement  without
monetary  gain,  is  investigated  by  the  FBI  and  is
punishable  by  up  to  5  years  in  federal  prison  and  a
fine of $250,000.

Please purchase only authorized electronic editions,
and do not participate in or encourage the electronic
piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the
author’s rights is appreciated.

This  book  is  a  work  of  fiction.  Names,  characters,
places,  and  incidents  either  are  products  of  the
author’s  imagination  or  are  used  fictitiously.  Any
resemblance  to  actual  events  or  locales  or  persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Wooing His Wolf

ISBN: 978-1-4874-0043-9

Cover art by Carmen Waters

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the
reproduction  or  utilization  of  this  work  in  whole  or
in part in any  form  by any  electronic,  mechanical  or
other  means,  now  known  or  hereafter  invented,  is
forbidden  without  the  written  permission  of  the
publisher.

Published by eXtasy Books Inc or

Devine Destinies, an imprint of eXtasy Books Inc

Look for us online at:

www.eXtasybooks.com or www.devinedestinies.com

Wooing His Wolf

Kontra’s Menagerie, Book Nineteen

Charlie Richards

Chapter One

e’re going out.”
Tyson Grubler looked up from the

magazine he’d been reading…well, trying to read,
anyway.  He  must  have  read  the  same  paragraph
six  times  now.  He  should  have  the  information
about  the  horsepower  boosting  performance
microchip  memorized  by  now.  Glancing  between
the pair of men, Brock Sanchez and Korbin Harris,
two  of  his  best  friends,  Tyson  realized  they  were
both dressed to go clubbing.

“Uh, okay,” Tyson said, scowling. On one hand,

he felt a mixture of relief that they hadn’t told him,
because that way, he didn’t have to come up with
an excuse not to go. However, he also felt
irritation at not even having been given the choice.
“Have a good time.”

Brock crossed his arms over his broad chest and

shook his head. “Oh, we will,” he assured, then
smirked. “And so will you. You’re coming.”

Korbin nodded. “Yup.” He pointed in the

direction of the stairs. “Go get dressed. We’re tired
of your moping.”

“W

Charlie Richards

“Moping?” Tyson curled his lip. “I’m not

moping.”

“Uh huh.” Brock didn’t sound convinced. The

man turned and leaned one broad shoulder
against the wall. “Hey, Tyson. We’re going out to
play pool. Wanna come?” While he spoke Tyson’s
name, he focused his brown-eyed gaze on Korbin.

Scowling, Tyson watched Korbin roll a

shoulder. He rubbed his thumb over the carefully
groomed, thin, dark mustache covering his upper
lip as he grunted. “Naw,” he finally said. “I’m not
in the mood.”

“You sure,” Brock asked, pretending to press.

“Gonna get some beers, hang out.”

Korbin shook his head. “I can do that here.”
Remembering his own words, Tyson growled

at having them thrown back at him. “Very funny.”

Brock rolled his eyes, then shoved off the wall.

“Oh, we’re not done,” he responded drolly. This
time, he held Tyson’s gaze as he asked, “Hey,
man. We’re heading out to go bar hopping. Come
with us.”

Rubbing the back of his neck with one long-

fingered hand, Korbin hemmed and hawed before
saying, “You guys go ahead. I have to hit the sack
early tonight so I can go to my mom’s in the
morning. She asked me to paint the shed.”

Tyson had had enough. He leaped to his feet

and glared at his friends. “What the fuck, guys?
She really did need help!”

Woofing His Wolf

Both men lifted hands in placation. Korbin

shifted  nervously  and  even  Brock  appeared
somewhat  contrite.  “We  know,  buddy,”  Brock
soothed.  “We  just  wanna  get  your  ass  out  of  the
house.  All  you’ve  been  concentrating  on  is  your
web design for the last month.” Brock smiled, then
pointed out, “All work and no play makes Tyson a
dull boy.”

Grimacing, Tyson tossed his magazine onto the

coffee table. He didn’t miss the hopeful smiles his
move garnered from his friends. “Where are you
going?”

“We’re going to The Shiny Penny,” Brock told

him, grinning gleefully, as if he’d won something.

Hell, maybe he had. The Shiny Penny was a no

bias  club  that  catered  to  just  about  any
crowd…well,  maybe  not  the  BDSM  blokes,  but
other than  that.  Gay, straight,  even  those  looking
for a ménage could probably find what they were
looking  for  at  the  place.  The  beer  was  good,  the
place was clean, and the atmosphere friendly.

“Kai and Dorian will be there,” Korbin tossed

out. “Probably some of the other guys, too.”

Tyson’s thoughts immediately turned to one

particular other guy. The man seemed to pop into
his  thoughts  anytime  he  didn’t  have  his  mind
occupied,  which  was  the  real  reason  he’d  been
focusing  on  getting  his  and  his  buddy’s  website
design  business  up  and  running.  He  didn’t  want
any  spare  time.  It  was  bad  enough  he  couldn’t

Charlie Richards

resist jacking off to the guy’s face when alone at
night…or in the shower.

“I haven’t seen Kai in a while,” Tyson

conceded.

“Sweet,” Brock crowed. “Hurry up and go get

dressed.”

Nodding, Tyson headed toward the stairs. “Do

I have time for a shower?” he called as he walked
up them.

“Better make it quick!” Brock called. “I wanna

get there before all the hot chicks are gone!”

“Hell, I just want my dick sucked,” Korbin

muttered.

Tyson snorted as he bounded up the stairs.

Getting his dick sucked sounded like a damn fine
idea.  He  stripped  swiftly  and  hopped  into  the
shower.  As  he  scrubbed,  one  swipe  of  the  cloth
over  his  cock  had  blood  heading  south  and  his
dick  thickening  to  half-mast.  Instantly,  he
conjured  images  of  dirty  blond  hair,  shadowed
hazel eyes, a square jaw, and masculine features.

“Shit,” Tyson grumbled. “Why am I so

obsessed with the guy?”

Ignoring his now aching prick, Tyson quickly

finished washing up and climbed out of the
shower. As he brushed his teeth and combed his
hair, he couldn’t help remembering the first—and
only—time he’d seen the guy.

Tyson and his friends had traveled to Kansas

early last month, taking advantage of summer

Woofing His Wolf

break to get away for some guy time. They
planned to cut loose before their final semester of
college. They’d also tossed around ideas for going
into business together, since he studied graphic
arts, Kai focused on business management, Brock
took classes in marketing, and Korbin was a wiz in
computer science.

None of them could have imagined they’d run

across a group of shifters.

They’d known for years that Kai Sudderson

had the ability to change into a platypus. They’d
never heard of anyone else doing it, so kept their
friend’s secret close to the vest. After all, there was
no telling what could happen to Kai if the wrong
person found out about the man’s strange ability.

Kai had decided to go swimming in his other

form in the pond behind their rented cabin. He’d
ended up getting his tail caught in a beaver trap.
The guys still felt bad that they hadn’t gone with
him. Hell, they’d all heard the warnings about
never swimming alone.

To Kai’s good fortune, another shifter, this one

a  guy  that  could  turn  into  a  penguin,  had  found
their  friend.  The  shifter,  Yuma,  had  taken  him
back  to  their  manor  and  had  gotten  him  medical
treatment.  Kai  had  even  run  across  his  new
partner there, Dorian Yaris. Dorian had the ability
to turn into a California condor.

At the manor, Kai had been introduced to

shifters that came in all shapes and sizes. While a

Charlie Richards

pride of lion shifters owned the place itself, Yuma
had been visiting with his biker gang, made up of
a  hodge-podge  of  men  with  shifting  abilities.
Tyson had heard the leader, Kontra Belikov, could
turn  into  a  grizzly  bear,  and  considering  his
massive  size  and  odd  coloring,  Tyson  found  he
wasn’t  all  that  surprised.  While  Tyson  hadn’t
heard  what  all  of  the  men  could  turn  into,  he
knew there was a hyena, an owl, and  a couple of
wolves.

When Tyson and their friends had ended up

holding a party, Dorian and a few other shifters
had crashed it. Dorian had sought out Kai and
wooed him.

That was where Tyson had spotted Logan St.

Clair.  He’d  immediately  felt  an  attraction  to  the
sandy-haired  man.  He’d  found  out  later  that
Logan  had  the  ability  to  change  into  a  wolf,  but
then,  like  now,  Tyson  couldn’t  give  a  rip.  He
found  himself  almost  drooling  over  the  guy’s
impressive  muscle  definition  and  square,
masculine  features.  Even  Logan’s  watchful  hazel
eyes intrigued Tyson.

Unfortunately, Logan had slipped away from

the party before Tyson could come up with an
excuse to approach him.

A few days after Tyson and his buddies had

returned to their home near Rio Rancho, Dorian
and his biker buddies had followed, driving their
motorcycles from Kansas to New Mexico. A few of

Woofing His Wolf

them  had  joined  them  for  a  barbeque,  including
the leader, Kontra, his lover, Tim, plus, Yuma and
his  lover  Hunter,  as  well  as  Tim’s  father,  Luc.
Tyson  had  drummed  up  the  courage  to  pull  Tim
aside and ask the man for information on Logan.

It hadn’t been encouraging.
Logan had joined the biker gang after his wolf

shifter pack had kicked him out…for crossing
their homosexual alpha. The guy, evidently, was a
homophobic asshole.

“Story of my life,” Tyson grumbled as he

yanked on his jeans.

“Hey, you ready?” Brock asked, striding into

the room without knocking.

Tyson tucked, zipped, and buttoned before

answering. “Just a sec,” he finally replied,
slapping on some deodorant before crossing to his
closet.

“No underwear?” Brock teased, his grin loud

and clear in his tone.

Snorting, Tyson glanced back at him. “As if you

have any on.”

“All the better for getting sucked off,” Brock

responded, waggling his brows.

“Exactly,” Tyson agreed, having to mentally

push away the image of thick lips in a square jaw
stretched wide around his erection. It wasn’t going
to happen. He flipped through his shirts, listening
to the metal hangers scrape across the closet bar.

Charlie Richards

His mind preoccupied, Tyson didn’t really see the
selections.

“Wear the green one.”
Looking over his shoulder, Tyson spotted

Korbin standing in the doorway, leaning one
shoulder against the frame.

Turning back to the shirts, Tyson found the one

he thought his friend meant. The deep green, short
sleeve  shirt  had  pearl  snaps  that  he  knew
shimmered  under  most  club  lighting.  It  was  also
made with three percent spandex and fitted nicely
to  his  torso,  showing  off  Tyson’s  firm  pectorals
and ripped abs.

Grinning, he nodded and pulled on the shirt.
Brock snickered and shoved at Korbin’s

shoulder, knocking him from his perch. “What are
you? His fashion consultant?”

Korbin caught his balance and scoffed. “He

looks hot in it,” he replied, rolling one shoulder.
“Just because you don’t have any fashion sense…”
He let the sentence hang as he disappeared down
the hallway.

“Hey! I got fashion sense!” Brock hollered,

following him.

Shaking his head, Tyson buttoned the shirt

halfway  up,  then  followed  behind  them.  A
moment  later,  the  trio  trooped  out  of  the  house
and  climbed  into  Brock’s  bronco.  Tyson  took  the
back seat behind Korbin in the passenger seat.

Woofing His Wolf

“Since ya’ll are dragging me out tonight, one of

you is DDing,” Tyson stated.

If he was going to have any chance of shutting

his brain off enough to get his dick sucked by
some twink, he’d need plenty of alcohol.

Brock snorted. “I’m pretty sure that’s why

we’re in my vehicle, asshat.”

Korbin turned around in his seat and grinned at

him. “First round is even on me.”

Tyson’s brows shot up. “Thanks.”
“Hey, maybe once you’re liquored up, you’ll

tell us what the fuck crawled up your ass and
died,” Brock stated. He glanced back at him, then
added, “You haven’t been yourself since vacation,
Ty. We’re your friends. We want to help.”

Grimacing, Tyson shrugged. Brock wasn’t the

most observant man, so for him to have noticed
that he’d been out of sorts, well…damn. It wasn’t
as if he wanted to tell them he was pining after a
homophobic wolf shifter.

Tyson removed his seatbelt, slid to the middle

of the rear bench seat, and rebuckled. Then, he
leaned forward and clapped a hand to each of his
friend’s shoulders. “Well, no time to get out of my
funk than now, right boys? Bring on the party!”

Brock responded by saying something crass.

Korbin snorted. Tyson vowed to find some pretty,
young twink to take his mind off the unattainable.

Charlie Richards

Chapter Two

ogan St. Clair glared at the stop light, waiting
for it to change and wishing it never would.

He refused to admit that he was pouting, but he’d
been ordered by his alpha, Kontra Belikov, to
come out to the club. Evidently, the big bear
shifter was tired of his antisocial behavior.

Still, Logan couldn’t bring himself to admit that

the  reason  he  didn’t  go  running  in  animal  form
with  the  group  was  because  he  feared  his  wolf
would  take  off  in  search  of  Tyson  Grubler.  He’d
seen  the  blond  haired,  blue-eyed  human  only
once,  at  a  party  when  another  shifter  had  been
wooing his mate.

The second Logan had scented the broad

shouldered human, his wolf had sat up in the back
of his mind and panted. His dick had stiffened in
his jeans, forcing him to adjust his cock to a more
comfortable  position.  A  second  whiff  almost  had
him  creaming  his  jeans  and  he’d  had  to  flee  the
party.  When  he’d  gotten  back  to  his  borrowed
room  at  the  manor  they  were  staying  at,  he’d

Woofing His Wolf

jacked off twice to the memory of the musky
masculine sweaty scent.

Even now, riding his Harley toward some club,

Logan’s prick thickened at the memory.

Son of a bitch! How could I be attracted to a damn

male?

Logan didn’t want to want a guy, and he sure

didn’t want a male mate. He didn’t care what the
rest of the shifters in this pack did, he wanted to
find some sweet girl to settle down with and raise
a bunch of cubs. He’d always wanted kids…ever
since his sister had given him a niece to spoil, he’d
dreamed of the day he’d have his own.

How can I have that with some young human?
After a few discreet questions, Logan had

discovered that Tyson was one of Kai Sudderson’s
buddies.  The  platypus  shifter  was  only  twenty-
two,  just  about  to  start  his  senior  year  of  college,
which meant his buddies were probably the same,
give or take a year. No way in hell would  Tyson
be ready to settle down and want kids.

Shit, what am I even thinking? If I ignore this mate-

pull long enough, it’ll pass and I’ll find some nice
female shifter to mate with.

At that, Logan’s wolf whined in the back of his

mind.

Shut up.
Damn wolf didn’t know what was best for it.
The light turned green and the others with him

gunned their engines. The noise yanked Logan

Charlie Richards

from  his  thoughts  and  he  hit  the  throttle,
following  the  group.  Within  ten  minutes,  he
turned  his  vehicle  into  the  parking  lot  of  a  club
and parked his bike next to his fellow shifters.

“Come on, Logan,” Payson urged, stopping

next to him. “You gotta blow off some steam, wolf.
You’re wound too tight.” The hyena shifter
grinned widely. “I’ll help you find a hottie to suck
your dick. That’ll loosen ya up!”

Logan rolled his eyes, even as the image of

Tyson on his knees, his lips wrapped around his
erection, shoved its way into his mind. Instantly,
Logan’s cock reacted, thickening in his jeans.

Payson laughed. “Oh, little Logan likes the

sound of that,” he crowed, glancing meaningfully
at the crotch of Logan’s suddenly too tight jeans.

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan snapped, shoving

the other shifter’s shoulder.

Stumbling sideways, Payson continued to

cackle. “Awe, relax, man. I know your little Logan
ain’t so little.” He grinned widely and winked.
“I’ve seen it, remember?”

As shifters, Logan had gotten naked with just

about  all  of  the  men  around  him,  the  exception
would  be  Payson’s  human  mate  Land  and
Kontra’s  mate  Tim.  While  the  alpha’s  lover  was
indeed  the  son  of  an  owl  shifter,  his  mother  had
been a witch, and the magick running through his
veins evidently superseded that, so he didn’t have

Woofing His Wolf

an animal. Logan couldn’t imagine how that had
worked out.

Logan was told that Yuma and his human mate,

Hunter,  would  be  meeting  them  there  with  Kai
and Dorian. He didn’t see too much of them, since
Dorian had taken over as alpha of a dingo shifter
pack in the nearby mountains. Logan figured that
was  for  the  best,  since  there  was  less  of  a  risk  of
running  into  Tyson  that  way.  Suddenly,  he
wondered if Kai’s friend would be  with him that
evening.

A moment later, after walking into the bar,

Logan  had  his  answer.  Tyson’s  scent,  although
faint,  remained  in  the  air.  Inside  the  building,
somewhere,  was  the  man  Fate  seemed  to  think
Logan should take as his mate.

Irritated, Logan pushed past his buddies and

stalked to the bar. It wasn’t too busy, so he had a
shot  of  whiskey  before  him  within  a  minute  or
two.  He  downed  a  second  shot  just  as  quickly
before  Diego,  who  was  also  a  wolf  shifter  and
happened  to  be  his  ex-alpha,  stepped  up  next  to
him.  It’d  been  Diego’s  son  that  Logan  had
attacked. Abbott had banished him, and for good
reason, Logan understood that.

Diego gripped Logan’s wrist when he went to

put it up again, staying his attempt to signal
another round. One look from the more dominant
wolf had Logan lowering his gaze to the scuffed
wood of the bar.

Charlie Richards

“Two Bud Lites, barkeep,” Diego requested,

releasing his hold on Logan. “And a shot of jack.”

Logan looked toward him to find the other wolf

leaning on the bar eyeing him. He couldn’t hold
the older male’s gaze and returned his focus to the
bar. A shot of whiskey appeared in his line of
sight.

“Down that, then come with me,” Diego

ordered.

Again, Logan obeyed. He tipped back the shot

and swallowed, the liquid not burning quite as
much as the first couple had. Once he put the glass
down, Diego picked up the long-necks in one
hand and gripped Logan’s shoulder with the other
one.

Logan had no choice but to allow Diego to

maneuver  him  through  the  throngs  of  people.
They  reached  a  small  table  for  two  tucked  in  the
back. As they approached, Tim rose and nodded,
then  headed  past  them,  patting  Logan  on  the
shoulder as he went.

Not needing to be told, Logan took Tim’s

vacated seat. Diego took the other chair. He placed
the bottles on the table, pushed one toward Logan,
then picked up and took a swig from the second.

“Well,” Diego asked gruffly. “Is this about your

pack mates being gay? Because you knew that
before you agreed to travel with Kontra.”

Logan grimaced and shook his head. He picked

up his bottle of beer. “How do you do it?”

Woofing His Wolf

“Do what?”
After taking a swig of the bitter brew, Logan

admitted, “I was running home and saw you with
that guy at the party. You were out near the pond
in the dark. You were—” He swallowed hard,
remembering the sight of his alpha fucking a guy.

To his surprise, Diego snorted. “Some guy catch

your eye and you need instruction?” he teased. “Is
that what has you all worked up?”

Logan peered around the bar and opened his

mouth, having every intention of denying Diego’s
comment.  The  words  died  in  his  throat  when  his
gaze  fell  upon  a  jean-clad  figure  in  a  tight  green
shirt.  Logan’s  gaze  fixated  on  the  firm  globes  of
the dancing male’s ass, rolling  and undulating as
he  swiveled  his  hips,  shimmying  with  his  dance
partner.

Lifting his gaze, taking in the strong lines of the

guy’s back, Logan’s jaw sagged open. He realized
he should have instinctively known why his gaze
had been snagged by the man. It was Tyson.
Tyson rocked and ground against the shorter,
leaner man, who was doing the same to him.

Unable to help himself, a low growl rolled

through  Logan’s  chest.  He  tensed,  fighting  the
desire  to  rise  from  his  seat.  He  wanted  to  stalk
through  the  crowd  and  yank  the  little  redhead
away  from  Tyson.  How  dare  another  man  touch
him!

“Logan?”

Charlie Richards

Even Diego’s concerned rumble couldn’t get

Logan  to  yank  his  gaze  away  from  Tyson  and
his…date. Suddenly, the redhead reached up and
cupped  Tyson’s  nape,  and  Tyson  lowered  his
head.  At  first,  Logan  thought  they  were  going  to
kiss, and the taste of bile in the back of his throat
shocked him.

Except, then the smaller man said something in

Tyson’s  ear.  For  a  second,  Tyson  seemed  to
hesitate,  then  he  glanced  toward  a  table  to  the
right. Logan looked that way just long enough to
spot  Kai  and  the  others  in  that  group  before
refocusing  on  Tyson  in  time  to  see  the  human
smile  and  nod  at  his  dance  partner.  The  redhead
grinned,  then  cupped  Tyson’s  crotch  and
squeezed  before  grabbing  Tyson’s  hand  and
leading the way between dancers.

They disappeared down a hallway. Logan

spotted the restroom sign lit up overhead.

Logan growled and leaped to his feet. Hell, no!
Diego grabbed his wrist. “Where are you

going? What’s wrong?”

Wrenching his arm away, Logan didn’t even

bother  answering.  Instead,  he  stalked  away  from
the  table,  shoving  between  couples.  Several
opened  their  mouth  as  if  to  yell  at  him,  but
snapped their mouths closed just as fast, probably
at  the  sight  of  Logan’s  expression.  He  just  knew
his anger was written all over his face.

Woofing His Wolf

Logan had no trouble picking up Tyson’s

enticing  scent  and  he  followed  it  down  the
hallway.  There  were  only  two  choices,  the
bathroom or the alley, and the reasons for going to
either  with  the  twinky  redhead  pissed  Logan  the
hell off.

Pausing at the men’s room door, Logan inhaled.

Beneath the smell of feces, body odor, and cum,
was the unmistakable scent of Tyson. He shoved
the door open, a snarl curling his lips. He spotted
two men at the sinks and one at the urinals.

“Get out.” He gruffly snapped the order.
The big fellow at one sink straightened, looking

for  all  the  world  like  he  intended  to  say
something—probably  to  tell  Logan  to  fuck  off.
Curling  his  lips,  Logan’s  feral  growl  and  snarl
easily shot down anything the guy might say.

Seconds later, the room was empty.
Logan leaned over and swept his gaze along the

floor, pleased to see feet only in the handicapped
stall.  Of  course,  it  pissed  him  off  that  there  were
two  sets  in  there,  but  he’d  expected  as  much.
Stepping up to the door, he pushed hard  enough
to make the locking mechanism groan.

“Open the door, Tyson,” Logan ordered.
“Fuck!” a quiet voice squeaked. “You said you

didn’t have a boyfriend!”

“I don’t,” Tyson declared, sounding a bit

hysterical himself.

Charlie Richards

Logan growled. “Don’t make me break the lock.

You know I can,” he warned.

The lock clicked and Logan stepped backward.

His eyes narrowed as he watched the door swing
open. The redhead hunched his shoulders and
looked up at him. “I’m real sorry, mister,” he
whispered. “I never would have come on to him if
I’d known he was taken. I’m not like that.”

Scenting the guy, Logan smelled his fear…and

his sincerity. He clenched his jaw and jerked his
chin toward the door. The man scurried out.

Logan stepped into the stall and slammed the

door behind him. As he felt behind his back and
locked the door, he growled low and peered at a
clearly shaken Tyson.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Tyson asked,

his gaze flicking to him then to the wall, then over
his shoulder, and back to his face again.

“How dare you hook-up with another right in

front  of  me?  Is  this  punishment  for  me  not
approaching  you?”  Logan  snarled,  completely
incensed.  Even  as  he  spoke,  he  knew  the  words
were ridiculous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It didn’t matter that Tyson’s scent screamed the

truth, Logan was too far gone. His wolf rode him
hard. He wanted, needed to prove to Tyson that the
human was his. Especially after he swept his gaze
down Tyson’s body and spotted how he held his

Woofing His Wolf

jeans—betraying that they were open and half
hanging off of his hips.

“You’re mine!” Logan declared.
Logan snarled and grabbed his mate’s hands.

Nearly instantly, the pants dropped, exposing his
human’s  half-hard  dick.  Rumbling,  Logan  used
his  hold  and  his  shifter  strength  to  spin  Tyson
around  and  press  his  mate’s  chest  against  the
stall’s left wall.

Logan pressed his body against Tyson’s. He

leaned his head down and snapped, “You are my
mate, Tyson,” he declared. “No other may touch
you.”

Charlie Richards

Chapter Three

yson’s chest heaved as he struggled to come
up with a response to Logan’s shocking claim.

Problem  was  that  it  was  hard  to  think  since  he
found  himself  distracted  by  the  pain  in  his
suddenly  throbbing dick. When he’d walked into
the  restroom  with  Gary—or  was  it  Barry—he’d
only  been  half  hard.  He’d  figured  his  trick  could
help him out with that.

The second Tyson had heard Logan’s growly

voice on the other side of the door, gaining an
erection had no longer been a problem. Now, he
faced the wall with his jeans around his thighs and
Logan’s chest pressed against his back.

When Tyson didn’t manage to answer, Logan

growled. “Need some convincing, do you,
Tyson?”

Logan used his hold on Tyson’s wrists to lift

them higher, sliding them up the cool metal of the
stall wall until they were just over his head. Easing
his grip and moving his fingers upward, Logan
pressed his palms against the back of Tyson’s

Woofing His Wolf

hands, encouraging with rhythmic pushes for him
to uncurl his fists.

“Leave them there,” Logan whispered the

order, once Tyson’s palms were flat.

Tyson glanced over his shoulder, his lips parted

as he panted. “Uh, okay,” he muttered.

Growling, Logan skimmed his fingertips down

the  tops  of  Tyson’s  hands,  then  his  forearms.  He
paused to tickle the sensitive skin on the inside of
Tyson’s  elbows.  Tyson  grunted,  hissing  through
clenched  teeth.  Logan  hummed,  then  continued
touching, making his way over the rest of Tyson’s
arms to his shoulders.

“I’ve been thinking of touching you like this for

weeks,” Logan growled as he slid his hand down
Tyson’s  shirt-clad  shoulder-blades.  Then,  he
wrapped  his  arms  around  Tyson’s  torso  and  slid
one  hand  under  his  shirt,  roughly  pinching  his
nipple.  With  his  other  hand,  Logan  gripped  the
side  of  Tyson’s  shirt  and  gave  it  a  twist  and  a
yank, opening the few snaps that held it closed.

Tyson shivered as the cool air caressed his

budding nipples, making them pucker. Logan
pinched his other now hard bud, and Tyson
shuddered at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Damn it,” he gasped. He arched his back,

pressing  his  chest  forward,  searching  for  more
touches  to  his  nipples.  It  also  shoved  his  ass
against  Logan’s  groin,  pushing  into  the  shifter’s

Charlie Richards

erection, reveling in the heat of the male behind
him. “Logan!”

The shifter behind him tightened his hold.

Rocking his hips, he rutted against Tyson’s ass
once, twice as he nuzzled his five-o-clock shadow
against the sensitive skin under Tyson’s ear. “Tell
me you understand,” Logan demanded.

Understand? Understand what?
“Tell me you will not allow another to touch

you,” Logan ordered. “Tell me you are mine!”

Right. That.
Tyson opened his mouth to agree. Anything to

feel  more  caresses  from  this  man,  more
stimulation.  Except,  then  he  remembered  Tim’s
words…Logan  started  as  a  homophobe.  He’s  come  a

long way, but he still clenches his jaw and looks away
whenever any of our mated couples show their affection

for each other. He’s got a long way to go.

Swallowing hard, Tyson muttered, “I’m a red-

blooded male, Logan. I can’t go months at a time
without sex,” he murmured. Peering over his
shoulder, he tried to get a read on Logan. “I have
needs. I’m not gonna sit around waiting until you
get jealous or horny.”

Logan growled. “I will see to your needs,” he

declared as he scraped his thumbnail over Tyson’s
swollen bud.

Tyson grunted, sparks shooting across his

chest. His dick jerked, bouncing against his abs.
How the hell Logan knew his nipples were a hot

Woofing His Wolf

spot,  he  didn’t  know,  but  damn  that  felt  good.
When  the  shifter  flicked  his  nipple  then  pinched
harder, Tyson felt pre-cum ooze from his shaft. He
shivered at the feel of his  fluid  dripping over his
sensitive head.

“Fuck,” Tyson hissed. “Do that again,” he

pleaded, wanting, needing more.

Chuckling roughly, Logan pulled his hand

away instead.

Tyson glared over his shoulder at Logan, then

he realized the man was opening his pants. His
jaw gaped. “What are you doing?”

“Proving to you that you belong to me,” Logan

replied, growling gruffly. “Proving I can see to
your needs.”

Meeting the wolf shifter’s gaze, Tyson saw the

feral light in his hazel eyes. His heart felt as if it
skipped a beat. Tyson’s body flushed with heat as
answering lust slammed through him. He’d
wanted this man for so long, but surely, he didn’t
mean to…

Tyson felt Logan’s dick slap against his ass.
Even as Tyson’s asshole clenched and he

desired to have the thick length moving against
his ass fill him, Tyson warned, “We can’t do that
here.”

“Just relax,” Logan crooned as he slowly rutted

against him. His hand on Tyson’s stomach rubbed
his abs in an oddly soothing gesture. “I’ll not hurt
you,” he claimed. “This will feel good.”

Charlie Richards

Tyson opened his mouth to express his concern,

but  then  Logan  returned  his  right  hand  to  his
nipples.  Logan  tugged,  plucked,  twisted,  and
massaged  Tyson’s  buds,  alternating  between
them. As he did that, he used the fingertips of his
left hand to massage Tyson’s pubes.

Gaping, Tyson groaned at the sensations

coursing  through  his  body.  He  curled  his  hands
back  into  fists,  his  arms  tensing  as  he  pushed  on
the  wall  so  he  could  press  harder  into  the  hot,
solid wall of male behind him.

Logan growled, his hips speeding up as he slid

his erection along the groove of Tyson’s ass.
“Yeah,” he snarled, lowering his mouth to Tyson’s
neck, covering his column with wet, sucking
kisses. “Like how your body responds to me,” he
mumbled.

Tyson’s body felt as if it were on fire. He knew

if Logan only touched his dick or his balls he’d
come, and he wanted to come so desperately. His
testicles felt heavy, swollen and tight. Each pinch
and twist to his nipple sent another spark and
tingle to them.

Finally, Logan’s hand cupped his erection and

squeezed.

Shouting hoarsely, Tyson bucked. His balls

pulled flush to his body and his cum spurted from
him in harsh pulses of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Logan rumbled, stroking him

through his orgasm. “I see to your needs.”

Woofing His Wolf

With Logan’s hand on his dick, continuing to

work  him,  and  his  thumb  massaging  his  nipple,
Tyson  felt  as  if  the  shifter  were  urging  every  last
bit  of  seed  from  his  body.  “Yesss,”  Tyson  hissed,
his body jolting and shuddering in Logan’s strong
grip. Tyson’s head felt too heavy, and he rolled it
back to rest on Logan’s shoulder.

Growling next to Tyson’s ear, Logan mouthed

his  neck  for  a  second  more.  Then,  the  shifter’s
rutting  body  stiffened  and  hot  fluid  spilled  over
Tyson’s ass. In the next instant, sharp pain speared
Tyson’s  shoulder.  Even  before  Tyson’s  gasp  left
his mouth, the pain morphed into the most intense
bliss burning through his veins.

Tyson moaned loudly as he came again,

somehow managing to paint the bathroom wall
with two more strands of his essence.

Suddenly,

Logan’s

arms

and

mouth

disappeared, and Tyson almost fell to his knees.
Leaning heavily on his fists against the wall,
Tyson managed to keep standing. He peered over
his shoulder and slurred, “What the fuck?”

Then, Tyson blinked a couple of times and

managed to focus on Logan’s face. He took in the
shifter’s stricken look. Logan’s eyes were wide in a
shockingly pale face, accentuated by the drop of
blood at the corner of his mouth. Tyson lifted his
hand to his neck and winced when his hand came
away with more blood.

Charlie Richards

“I-I’m so sorry,” Logan whispered. He bent and

grabbed his jeans, yanking them up and tucking
himself away, completely ignoring the fact that
cum coated his pubic hairs. “I shouldn’t have done
that.”

Then, with those words, Logan fled.
Tyson blinked once, twice, staring at the space

Logan  had  occupied.  He  shook  his  head  and
sighed.  He  really  should  have  known  better,  but
damn  had  Logan’s  aggressive  insistence  turned
him on…as had his hands. The man had the most
amazing touch, so fucking hot.

Sighing again, Tyson grabbed a wad of toilet

paper  and  cleaned  himself  up.  He  righted  his
clothes,  left  the  stall,  and  crossed  to  the  sink.
Seeing the wound on his neck, Tyson cringed. He
wetted  a  paper  towel  and  dabbed  gently  at  the
puckered flesh. Hissing, he grabbed a clean paper
towel,  then  draped  it  over  the  wound.  He
buttoned his shirt the rest of the way to hold it in
place.

Just long enough to get home.
Damn shifters.
Tyson left the restroom and returned to the

main  area.  He  mentally  grimaced  at  the  cheeky
smirks on his friends’ faces when he settled on his
chair.  His  shoulder  twinged  when  he  leaned
forward  and  rested  his  elbows  on  the  table.
Leaning  toward  Brock,  Tyson  prayed  his  friends
thought he sported a smirk and not a wince.

Woofing His Wolf

Korbin snickered. “Feeling better?”
“Yep,” Tyson lied. “I came, I danced, I

conquered,” he quipped, winking. Tyson turned
and grinned widely at Brock. “Now, I’m tired and
I wanna go home.” Ignoring the disbelieving looks
on Korbin and Brock’s faces, he met Kai’s gaze. “It
was good to see you again, man. Don’t be a
stranger.”

Kai grinned. “It’s not like you couldn’t visit me,

too,” he reminded him.

“I’ll do that,” Tyson claimed, rising from his

seat.

Brock stood, too, but Tyson waved him away.

“Relax, bud. You can stick around. I’ll call a cab.”

Shaking his head, Brock pulled his keys from

his pocket. “No way, man. I’m the DD. That
means I get you home.” He looked at Korbin.
“You staying or going?”

Korbin downed his beer and rose. “I’m ready.

Let’s bail.”

Tyson appreciated his friend’s support even as

he felt bad for pulling them away. Kai and his
partner, Dorian, rose as well. Rounding the table,
Tyson encompassed Kai in a brief hug. “I’ll swing
by soon,” he promised.

Kai nodded.
Grinning at Dorian, Tyson stated, “Thanks for

coming out.” He held out his hand.

To Tyson’s surprise, Dorian gripped his palm

and pulled him into a one-armed hug. He didn’t

Charlie Richards

miss how the shifter sniffed his neck. His eyes
were narrowed as he released Tyson and stepped
away from him, but he didn’t say anything.

Tyson held his gaze for just a second, then

cleared  his  throat  and  turned  away.  He  headed
toward  the  door.  Once  they  hit  the  parking  lot,
Korbin  wrapped  his  right  arm  around  Tyson’s
shoulders  and  his  left  arm  around  Brock’s.  “That
was fun, guys. We need to do it again!”

Brock snickered. “Sure. Next time you drive.”
Korbin laughed. “You got it. Me and Tyson will

draw straws.”

“I’ll drive,” Tyson offered, chuckling at their

antics. “You can take the one after.”

Snickering, Korbin patted his shoulder and

said, “Thanks, man!”

Pain shot through his wound. With a cry, Tyson

twisted away from Korbin. Both his friends
stopped and stared at him. His face heating, Tyson
struggled to come up with something. He forced a
grin, even as he reached up and lightly rubbed the
area around the wound. “Hit my shoulder against
the paper towel holder,” he told them with a wink.

His words drew the desired effect. Both men

guffawed.  Brock  gained  his  voice  first  and  he
managed  to  sputter,  “Had  a  vigorous  round?  No
wonder  you’re  tired!”  Pulling  his  keys  from  his
pocket,  Brock  twirled  them  around  his  finger.
“Let’s get you home, Casanova!”

Charlie Richards

Chapter Four

ogan paced his hotel room, his hands clenched
at his sides and his brows furrowed.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck! How could I do

that?”

The sound of the door opening caused Logan to

whirl.  Upon  seeing  Diego,  he  almost  turned
around  and  started  another  pass,  except,  the  ex-
alpha  wasn’t  alone.  He  was  followed  by  Kontra,
Tim, Payson, and Land. Even the Texas longhorn
bull  shifter  Sam  and  his  ex-military  mate,  Ryan,
joined them.

Payson crossed the room, tugging his mate with

him.  After  flopping  onto  an  easy  chair,  his  legs
splayed,  he  patted  his  lap.  Land  glanced  at  the
others  furtively,  then  curled  up  on  the  hyena
shifter’s  lap.  It  should  have  looked  ridiculous,
considering both men were about the same height.
Somehow, though, Land situated himself with his
ass between Payson’s splayed legs, his legs below
his  knees  hanging  off  the  side,  and  Payson  held
him  close  to  his  chest.  After  they  shared  a  brief,

Woofing His Wolf

yet sweet kiss, which Logan had to glance away
from, both men peered at the others.

Sam leaned against the wall by the door, as did

Ryan. Diego sat on the bed. Kontra leaned against
the opposite wall, Tim pressed against his chest as
the alpha wrapped his arms around him from
behind.

Logan swept his gaze over the group. His heart

tripped in his chest and his wolf cowered in the
back of his mind. “Alpha,” Logan whispered. “I—
”

“Your pacing is upsetting the patron below,”

Diego commented, drawing his attention.

“Uh, sorry,” Logan mumbled. “I’ll, uh—” He

paused and glanced around at the assembled
group again. “I’ll keep it down.”

“Good,” Kontra rumbled. “Now tell us why

you’re pacing. You haven’t been right since—” He
cut himself off and scowled. “Hell, I don’t know
you well enough to even guess,” he snarled.

Logan bowed his head in the face of his alpha’s

irritation.

“Diego? You know this pup’s mind?” Kontra

asked. “Is it because he was kicked out of his
pack? Or maybe because he’s still a little
homophobic and he’s surrounded by gay men?”

“No,” Logan cried, his head coming up. “It’s

not that.”

Pulling away from Tim, Kontra crossed his

arms over his chest and scowled. “Then, what,

Charlie Richards

Logan?”  he  demanded.  “You  don’t  want  to  be
here? You don’t want to follow me? I won’t force
you  to  stay.  I  told  you  that  when  I  offered  my
pack’s  protection.  You  can  leave  whenever  you
wish!”

Logan hung his head. Settling in one of the

upright chairs at the small dining room table, he
rested his head in his hands. He heard Diego sigh.

“Last night, you asked how I could be with a

man,” Diego stated slowly. “What was the real
question, Logan?”

Lifting his head, Logan looked around the

room. He knew none of the men would judge him
for being with a guy, but would they for walking
away from his mate…after starting the bonding
process?

Yeah, probably.
Hell, if Tyson had been a woman, he would be

wooing her with every fiber of his being. But
Tyson is not a woman, he’s a man, a young, virile male
who evidently still enjoys the bar scene. How could he
ask the guy to settle down, let alone raise a family
with him?

“I realized I found guys more attractive than

women when I was seventeen.” Logan whispered
the  admission,  his  heart  thudding  harshly  in  his
chest.  He  couldn’t  believe  he  was  going  to admit
this.  “His  name  was  Nolan  Kidman  and  I
fantasized about him my entire senior year.

Woofing His Wolf

“In college, I even got up the courage to hit a

gay bar once.” Logan glanced around the group of
men. Seeing Payson’s smirk, he quickly added, “I
danced, but still didn’t feel comfortable doing
more than that.”

Payson’s grin widened, but his focus turned to

Ryan. He held up his hand and wiggled his
fingers.

Logan’s mouth sagged open when the muscular

human groaned, reached behind his body, and
pulled out his wallet. Ryan crossed the room as he
counted out a number of twenties. “I can’t believe
you were right,” Ryan grumbled as he slapped the
money onto Payson’s outstretched palm.

Payson snickered, then tapped the side of the

bills against his nose. “You should have listened. I
could smell his arousal plenty of times when we
were serviced by a cute waiter,” he claimed with a
waggle of his brows.

Sputtering, Logan gaped at the pair. “You bet

on me?”

Ryan shrugged as he returned to Sam’s side.

For his part, Sam leaned close to his mate and
murmured, “I warned you not to bet against
Payson’s nose.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ryan griped.
“So that doesn’t really answer my question,

Logan,” Diego pointed out, bringing the group
back to the problem. “You’re attracted to men, but
never gave any indication while you were part of

Charlie Richards

my pack. My grandson is gay, so surely you must
have known I wouldn’t kick you out because of
it.”

“After my sister had Linda, I realized how

much  I  wanted  cubs  of  my  own,”  Logan  told
them. “I tried to put my desires behind me. I tried
to  find  a  pretty  girl  that  I  could  fall  in  love  with
and  marry.”  He  shook  his  head,  twisting  his  lips
in a sneer. “I almost married one girlfriend when I
learned  she  was  pregnant.  Then  she  admitted
she’d  been  cheating  on  me…and  the  babe  wasn’t
mine.”

Placing his left elbow on the table, Logan

leaned on it. “I stopped dating after that.” He
scoffed. “Me and my right hand got real familiar,
and when I was desperate, I’d pick up a chick at a
bar to get head.” Shrugging his right shoulder, he
finished, “I figured Fate would bring along my
mate eventually, I just didn’t figure it’d be a guy.”

“You met your mate? When?” Sam asked,

sounding shocked.

Diego scoffed. “That explains why you’ve been

so jittery,” he muttered. “Is that why you left the
table? You scented your mate?”

Logan swallowed hard. He swept his gaze

around  the  room,  saw  the  expectant  looks  on
several  of  the  men’s  faces,  while  Diego  appeared
amused  and  Tim  actually  looked  concerned.
Kontra  met  his  gaze  and  lifted  one  brow,  the
question in his eyes.

Woofing His Wolf

Licking his lips, Logan returned his focus to

Diego  and  nodded  once.  “Yeah.  My  mate  was
there,”  he  whispered.  “I  saw  him  dancing  with
another  man  and  then  they  headed  toward  the
back  and—”  He  growled  at  just  thinking  about
anyone  touching  Tyson.  “My  wolf  was  so  angry
and  I  c-couldn’t-I  couldn’t  let  another  touch  him
and—”  Lunging  to  his  feet,  Logan  started  pacing
again,  unable  to  stay  still.  “I  didn’t  mean  to,”  he
hissed, his wolf just under the surface.

“You didn’t mean to do what?” Kontra

demanded gruffly. “And to whom? Who is your
mate?”

Before Logan could manage to mutter the

answer, Tim murmured, “It’s Tyson Grubler, isn’t
it?”

Logan spun around. His jaw sagged open,

shock filling him. “H-How did you know?”

Tim sighed. He exchanged a look with Kontra

before saying, “Because he asked me about you
when we first arrived.” He looked at his mate. “At
the barbeque at Kai’s, remember?”

Kontra nodded. “I do remember you talking to

him, yes.”

“Tyson asked about me?” Logan tried to wrap

his mind around that. Had Tyson been feeling the
mate-pull all this time, too?

Nodding, Tim told him, “Since we’re all gay, he

wanted to know if you were at least bisexual. He
said he thought you were hot.” He shrugged and

Charlie Richards

admitted, “I kinda warned him away from you,
actually. Sorry.”

Glaring, Logan demanded, “You warned my

mate away from me? Why?”

Tim snorted. “Why? Why do you think?” He

waved his hand at Logan, indicating how he still
paced. “Please, you’re up here freaking out over
the fact that your mate is a man,” he stated dryly.

“Not because he’s a man,” Logan snapped.

“Because I bit him.” Anger and humiliation
flooded him. “I started the claiming process
without his permission!”

“What?” Kontra pushed away from the wall.

“You bit him?”

Logan nodded. “Yeah. I found him in a

bathroom  stall  with  another  man  and  I-I  just  lost
it. My wolf—” He paused and shook his head. “I
can’t  remember  the  last  time  I  lost  control  of  my
wolf  like  that.  All  I  could  think  about  was-was
making  him  realize  that  he  was  mine.”  Logan
fisted his hands and shuddered at the memory. “I
needed him to admit that no one else was allowed
to touch him.”

“You met him at that party, didn’t you?” Diego

asked. “The one in Kansas where Kai and Dorian
bonded.”

“Yeah,” Logan admitted.
“That was weeks ago,” Payson pointed out.
Sam grunted. “That’s a long time to fight your

animal.”

Woofing His Wolf

“And would explain why you lost control in the

bathroom,” Diego pointed out.

Logan flopped back onto the chair and put his

head in his hands. “Then I left him there,” he
muttered. “In the bathroom, his jeans around his
ankles. He probably thinks I’m an asshole.”

“Leaving him like that, you are an asshole,”

Payson commented.

Lifting his head, Logan scowled at the hyena

shifter. “Thanks.”

Kontra sighed. “Pacing your hotel room isn’t

gonna fix it, Logan. You need to go talk to him.”

Logan felt his eyes widen as he focused on his

alpha. “Talk to him?”

The big bear shifter’s eyes narrowed and he

smirked. “Yeah.”

“What would I say?”
“Apologizing would be a good place to start,”

Land murmured softly.

Logan grimaced. Yeah, that would be a good

place to start. “Right, uh, can I get directions to his
place?” he asked. Now that he’d come clean and
decided on an action, his need to right his wrong,
and to see his mate again, rode him hard.

“Hell bent for leather, huh, boy?” Diego teased,

lines crinkling around his eyes as he grinned at
him. He rose and crossed to him. Patting him on
the shoulder, he winked. “You let me know if you
need instruction.”

Charlie Richards

Payson snorted as he urged Land to his feet and

both men stood. “Whatever. That’s what porn is
for.” He grinned widely. “I got plenty to choose
from. Just say the word.”

“I like the ones with men in uniform,” Land

told him softly, his face turning beet red at the
admission.

Logan felt his own face heat. No way in hell

was he going to admit that he knew what he was
doing…in  theory,  anyway.  He’d  been  enjoying
porn  since  his  friend,  Porter,  had  shown  him  a
magazine he’d stolen from his older brother. That
had been when Logan was thirteen. It’d been full
of  naked  women,  but  still.  Besides,  taking  a  man
couldn’t be that much different than back-dooring
a woman, right?

Tim focused on Kontra. The goateed alpha

lifted one brow in response. Sighing, Tim returned
his  focus  to  Logan.  “By  the  time  you  make  it  to
your  bike,  I’ll  have  texted  you  the  address.”  His
eyes  narrowed.  “However,  I’m  rather  fond  of
Yuma,” he stated, referencing the pack’s penguin
shifter. “And Yuma is fond of Kai and his friends.
If  you’re  not  serious  about  this,  if  you’re  just
jerking  Tyson  around  because  he’s  got  your  dick
in  a  twist,  walk  away  now,”  he  warned.  “The
bond will fade and you can find someone to give
you cubs, and Tyson can find some cute twink to
fuck.”

Woofing His Wolf

Snarling, Logan lunged at Tim. He grabbed the

man’s upper arms and slammed the guy against
the wall. “Tyson is mine!” he howled. “Mine!”

Feeling a nearly crushing grip on his shoulder,

Logan cried out and almost went to his knees. He
felt his body spun as black spots danced across his
vision. His head thudded against the wall and a
thick forearm pressed against his throat. Logan
gasped, struggling to take in a full breath.

Kontra’s angry, snarling visage entered Logan’s

line-of-sight, a deep rumbling growl erupting
from his throat.

Logan’s anger seeped from him instantly as fear

took  its  place.  He’d  just  attacked  the  alpha  mate.
Logan  let  out  an  unmanly  whimper  as  he
struggled to bow his head and expose his neck to
his  alpha,  something  impossible  in  his  current
position. With Kontra’s forearm tight to his throat,
he couldn’t even get enough air to apologize.

Did I just lose another pack?
Tim appeared behind Kontra, the man’s hand

landing on Kontra’s shoulder. “Well, at least we
know Logan is serious,” he stated, grinning and
rubbing his shoulder with his free hand.

Kontra growled, but his scowl was focused on

Tim. “Did you have to put yourself in harm’s way
to figure that out?”

Shrugging, then wincing, Tim grinned at his

mate. “Awe, don’t be angry with him, big guy.”

Charlie Richards

He rocked up and pecked a kiss to Kontra’s lips.
“Had to know, didn’t we?”

Rumbling with obvious irritation, Kontra

returned  his  focus  to  Logan.  He  eased  his  hold,
ordering, “Go make up with your mate and get a
hold  of  your  damn  self.”  With  that,  Kontra
grabbed  Tim’s  wrist  and  started  dragging  him
toward  the  door.  “Come  on.  I’m  gonna  inspect
every inch of your fucking body and then pound
you through the mattress.”

Logan gaped as he watched the pair walk away,

just hearing Tim reply, “Mmm, my favorite,”
before the door closed behind them.

Woofing His Wolf

Chapter Five

pon hearing the knock on the door, Tyson
grunted and rolled onto his back. He

immediately hissed as the throb in his shoulder
once again made itself known. Logan’s damn bite
might have been pleasurable at the time, but now,
it just fucking hurt.

What the hell had that been about, anyway?
“Tyson?” Korbin called quietly.
Tyson forced open his eyelids and moved his

head. Spotting his friend’s head as he peeked
around the partially open door, he frowned. “Not
feeling well, man,” he muttered. “What ya want?”

Korbin grimaced and glanced sideways, at

something that  must  have been outside the room
that  Tyson  couldn’t  see.  He  looked  back  at  him
and nodded. “I know, Ty, but I’ve got a shifter out
here  that  said  he  smelled  your  blood  and,  uh—”
He  glanced  to  the  side  again,  then  gave  Tyson  a
pleading look. “Brock’s not here and this guy is a
shifter. It’s not like I can force him out by myself,
ya know?”

Charlie Richards

Rolling his eyes, Tyson sat up in bed, grunting.

He ran a hand through his hair, then over his face,
trying to get his brain in gear. “Who is it?” he
grumbled, thinking maybe it was someone who
could tell him why Logan had bit him and why it
hurt so damn much.

“Says his name is Logan St. Clair.”
Tyson’s eyes widened. “What?”
Korbin nodded. “Says you know him?”
From his friend’s tone, Tyson knew Korbin

wasn’t  certain  he  believed  the  shifter’s  claim.  “I
know him,” he assured softly. He glanced down at
himself, taking in the sweat of his body from lying
in  bed  all  night  and  morning.  He’d  gotten  up
twice  to  piss  and  drink  water,  but  that  had  been
about it.

For some reason, when Tyson had arrived

home, fatigue had washed over him. He’d felt an
odd ache, which he dismissed as coming from the
wound on his shoulder. All he’d wanted to do was
curl up and sleep…maybe forget the few moments
of bliss Logan had given him, then taken away.

Damn, bigoted shifter.
Realizing he checked himself out as if he

worried about what Logan would think, Tyson
grunted. He pushed himself up on the bed, so his
back rested against the headboard. Waving his
hand, he beckoned gruffly, “Send him in.”

Korbin stared at him for a few seconds, his

mouth opened as if he planned to say something,

Woofing His Wolf

but finally he just nodded. His head disappeared,
the door swung open wider, revealing Korbin
fully and Logan...who paced behind him,
obviously irritated about something.

Logan turned and swept his gaze over Tyson.

The shifter’s hazel-eyed gaze fixed on the bandage
he’d taped over his shoulder after his shower the
night before. His jaw tensing, his eyes blazing,
Logan stalked into the room. He swiped at the
door, making it swing and slam shut.

Tyson tensed and frowned. He really didn’t like

the  look  in  the  man’s  eyes,  something  akin  to
anger  and  worry.  Lifting  his  hand,  palm  out,
Tyson  told  him,  “Look,  if  you’re  here  because  of
last night, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

Growling softly, Logan continued toward him.

“We will tell everyone!” he snapped. “You’re my
mate, damn it,” Logan snarled. “I started the
claiming process and I mean to see it through.”

Blinking once, Tyson gaped. “Huh?”
Logan lifted his left hand and gripped Tyson’s

fingers with surprising gentleness considering the
feral light filling his hazel eyes. “I fucked up last
night,” he admitted.

Confused, Tyson glanced from where Logan

held his hand back to his face. “Well, yeah, that’s
why I said I wouldn’t tell.” He frowned at the
sadness that filled him when he said those words.
Still, he added, “Even my friends think I was with
that redhead. You don’t have to worry.”

Charlie Richards

His grip tightening a bit, Logan growled again.

“That’s not how I fucked up,” he stated. “I
shouldn’t have bitten you without permission, let
alone left you as I did,” he claimed as he reached
out and touched the bandage on Tyson’s shoulder.

Tyson flinched away from the gentle touch.

Seeing Logan’s face pale, Tyson lowered his gaze
to where Logan held him. “Yeah, you bit me
pretty good. Hurts,” he mumbled. “Bled some, so
I covered it.”

“And for that, I am sorry, too,” Logan

whispered.

Logan rested his knee on the bed, then his ass,

settling  on  the  mattress  next  to  Tyson.  Lowering
his eyelids to half-mast, Tyson inhaled the shifter’s
scent,  an  earthy  musk  that  was  all  male  and  for
some reason aroused him faster than any perfume
or  cologne.  He  wanted  to  press  his  nose  against
the man’s neck and enjoy the heady scent.

The gentle touch to his shoulder, just to the

right  of  the  bandage,  drew  Tyson  back  to  his
wound  and  the  man  sitting  next  to  him.  “Can  I
remove this?” Logan asked, even as he scraped a
nail  under  the  edge  of  the  tape.  He  tugged
steadily,  not  bothering  to  wait  for  Tyson’s
permission. “I can help,” he claimed.

“Uh.” Tyson didn’t really know how to respond

to that, so instead he asked, “Why did you bite
me?”

Woofing His Wolf

Logan rumbled softly, the noise sounding

oddly like a purr when he revealed the mark on
Tyson’s shoulder. “Mine,” he murmured, leaning
toward him.

At first, Tyson thought Logan was going to kiss

him.  Instead,  Logan  angled  his  head  and  rubbed
his nose along the column of his neck. Tyson tilted
his  head,  giving  him  more  access,  as  he  gasped
out,  “What  are  you  doing?”  It  didn’t  escape
Tyson’s  notice  that  Logan  hadn’t  bothered  to
answer his question.

“Told you I’d make it better,” Logan

murmured.

Tyson felt the slide of Logan’s tongue across the

tender edges of the torn flesh. Instead of hurting,
the wet glide sent tingles sparking across his skin.
“Oh,” he gasped, shivering. His eyes widened at
the oddly pleasant sensations. “Wh-Why does that
feel so good?”

Logan actually chuckled and licked at him

again before he answered. “I am your mate,” he
whispered. “My saliva is genetically coded to aid
in the healing of your wounds. Once we finish our
bond, you’ll even heal a bit faster, too.”

When Logan licked over the wound again,

Tyson felt his balls tighten at the sensation. He
moaned, gritting his teeth.

Lifting his head, Logan’s face hung inches from

Tyson’s own. Tyson glanced at Logan’s lips, then
licked his own. They hadn’t kissed in the

Charlie Richards

bathroom, and Tyson found himself wondering
what the shifter tasted like. Intending to find out,
Tyson leaned forward, closing the distance
between them.

At the last second, Logan moved his head. He

positioned  their  temples  together  and  nuzzled  as
he  whispered,  “I’ve  never—”  Logan  paused  and
gulped,  the  sound  quiet,  but  audible.  Instead  of
finishing his earlier thought, he pleaded, “Let me
hear  you.  Let  me  know  what  my  mouth  on  your
neck makes you feel.”

While Logan hadn’t said the words, Tyson got

the message. Logan had never kissed a guy before.
Tyson struggled with how to interpret that even as
he whispered, “Okay.” As Logan moved his
mouth back to Tyson’s neck, sending warm puffs
of breath over his still slightly tingling skin, Tyson
tried to figure the shifter out.

Logan had walked away from him at the party.

Then,  he’d  turned  up  in  the  bar  bathroom.  He’d
claimed they were mates, that Tyson was his, then
he’d  run.  Had  Logan  been  trying  to  figure  out
their connection during that time? Or had he been
trying  to  deny  it?  How  did  that  work  with  a
shifter?

Sighing, Tyson tilted his head, his eyes

narrowed  to  half-mast.  The  sensation  of  Logan
returning  to  licking  his  wound  caused  goose
bumps  to  break  out  on  the  skin  of  his  left  arm.
Tyson  made  a  mental  note  to  talk  to  Kai  and

Woofing His Wolf

Dorian as soon as possible, then gave himself over
to the sensations.

Tyson let out a soft moan, enjoying the gentle

ministrations.  He  hissed  with  pleasure  when
Logan  finally  released  his  hand  so  Logan  could
rest  his  palm  on  Tyson’s  chest  and  tweak  his
nipple. His body jolted and he arched, pressing up
into the touch.

Logan chuckled. “Like your nipples played

with, do you?” he asked, squeezing Tyson’s bud,
pinching and rolling it.

“Oh, fuck,” Tyson squeaked. The pain went

straight to his dick and pre-cum oozed from him.
“L-Logan!”

“Yeah,” Logan growled. “Call my name.”
Tyson’s body hummed with pleasure and

arousal, his dick ached and his balls tightened. “L-
Logan, please!” he whispered. Reaching down,
Tyson pressed the heel of his hand against his
throbbing dick.

Suddenly, Logan pulled away from him.
“I-I’m sorry,” Logan whispered. “I don’t know

what to do.”

Snapping his eyes open—he wasn’t certain

when he’d closed them—Tyson stared at the other
man.  Logan’s  expression  appeared  confused,
conflicted. His lips  were slightly  red and swollen
from  licking  and  kissing  Tyson’s  skin.  His  hands
twitched where he rested them on his thighs. An
obvious erection filled out the groin of his jeans.

Charlie Richards

Understanding slid through Tyson’s mind like

a  duck  into  water.  Logan  needed  guidance.  He
didn’t  know  how  to  do  the  things  he
wanted…from  kissing  to  sex.  Tyson  didn’t  think
for a second that Logan was a virgin, but the guy
had  obviously  not  been  in  control  of  himself  the
prior  evening,  the  man’s  wolf  instincts  to  claim
and  possess  had  been.  Now,  Tyson  needed  to
guide  the  man,  ease  the  obviously  ignorant  male
into this without freaking him out.

Praying he was up to the task, Tyson slid away

from the headboard so he reclined on the mattress.
He  patted  the  space  next  to  him  as  he  offered,
“Would  you  like  to  lie  down?  Maybe  get  more
comfortable?”  He  waved  a  hand  toward  Logan’s
crotch, indicating his clearly defined erection.

Tyson saw Logan’s right hand move toward his

groin,  covering  himself,  as  if  to  hide  from  him.
Wanting to ease the man’s fears, he assured, “We
don’t have to do anything right now. We do need
to  talk  about  this  and  maybe  you’ll  be  more
comfortable kicking off your shoes and socks and
lying down here next to me?” As he spoke, Tyson
reached  out  and  gripped  Logan’s  right  hand.  He
squeezed it gently, pulling it away from his groin.
“Can we do that?”

Logan slid from the bed and pulled his hand

away.  For  a  second,  Tyson  thought  he’d  pushed
too  hard.  His  prick  had  eased  upon  seeing  the
uncertainty  on  the  shifter’s  face,  so  it  wasn’t  that

Woofing His Wolf

he really wanted to get off. He really did, however,
want to talk to the man about the whole mating
thing.

The guy rode in a nomadic motorcycle gang.

Tyson and his friends were starting up a business.
He’d worked hard on it for the past several weeks.
Would  Logan  expect  him  to  give  all  that  up?
Tyson  couldn’t  do  that.  Plus,  his  mom  lived  in
town,  and  they  were  the  only  family  each  other
had. He’d never leave her.

Then, Logan revealed yards of deeply tanned

muscle, refocusing Tyson’s attention. He licked his
lips,  just  managing  to  hold  in  his  hum  of
appreciation.  He  hadn’t  been  in  a  position  to
admire the man last night. Now, his fingers almost
twitched  with  his  desire  to  explore  every  inch  of
Logan’s hard flesh.

Hot damn, he’s a sexy man!
Logan’s hand froze on his zipper.
Tyson pulled his gaze away from the enticing

bulge and peered up at Logan’s face. The shifter
sported a crooked grin. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Did I say that out loud?” Tyson blurted the

question, just like he must have done with his
admiration a few seconds before.

Nodding, Logan finished unzipping and

shoved  the  fabric  down  his  legs.  When  he
straightened  a  moment  later  and  began  to  climb
onto the bed, he was gloriously naked. Evidently,
Tyson’s  admiration  of  him  had  eased  most  of

Charlie Richards

Logan’s nerves, for he settled on the bed,
completely comfortable with his nudity.

Logan lay on his side, resting on his elbow as he

stared down at him. His half-hard prick lay thick
across his thigh. He swept his gaze over Tyson, his
gaze snagging on his boxers. “Your turn,” Logan
whispered, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he
pointed at Tyson’s underwear with his left hand.

Nodding, Tyson lifted his hips and shoved

down his boxers. He kicked them off, pushing
them off the side of the bed.

Again, Logan’s Adam’s apple dipped. Tyson

couldn’t  help  but  flex  a  bit,  pleased  upon  seeing
the  shifter’s  open  appreciation  on  his  face.  He
wanted  to  roll  into  Logan’s  arms,  flush  their
bodies  together,  and grind  against  the  man as  he
sank his tongue into Logan’s mouth.

Tyson didn’t do any of those things,

remembering Logan’s tension earlier. Instead, he
struggled to come up with an opening line. Some
way to start the conversation he knew they needed
to have without just blurting out, how does mating

work and what does that mean for us?

After a few seconds of admiration, Logan broke

the silence by asking, “I don’t know if it’s normal
for men to cuddle, but you’re my mate, and I
really want to hold you.” His brows drew together
as he expressed his desire, proving his unease.
“Can we do that?”

Woofing His Wolf

Tyson didn’t think he should feel so much

pleasure at such a simple request, but he did, and
he couldn’t stop his grin. “Men cuddle,” he
assured. “And I’d love to feel your arms around
me again.”

Logan nodded slowly as he reached out and

placed  his  left  palm  on  Tyson’s  abs  and  rubbed
lightly,  tracing  each  line  of  his  six  pack.  His
stomach  clenched  instinctively  at  the  soft  touch.
Blood flooded to his cock, causing him to thicken,
but he did  his  best to ignore it. Logan didn’t. He
lifted  his  hand  from  Tyson’s  abs  and  moved  it
down, using his forefingers to trace the thick vein
running along the underside of his erection. Tyson
just held in the groan at the light fingering.

“You know, yours is the only dick I’ve ever

touched,” Logan whispered, his face flushing with
the admission.

Tyson swallowed hard. He licked his lips and

responded breathily, “Feel free to explore. I’m not
shy.”

Hell, talking was overrated anyway.

Charlie Richards

Chapter Six

ogan moved his fingertips up and down the
thick vein, rubbing lightly. He couldn’t help

but  admire  the  silky  skin  encasing  the  engorged,
maybe  seven  and  a  half  inch  shaft,  or  the
prominent  blood-rich  vein  running  the  length.
Seeing  the  thick  bead  of  translucent  fluid  oozing
from the wide slit in the broad red cap, Logan felt
an urge to shimmy down and lick it up, to taste his
mate’s fluids.

Since Logan’s bluntness and honesty had

worked

far—he

appreciated

how

understanding  Tyson  had  been  about  the  almost
kiss  plus  Logan’s  unfamiliarity  with  how  to  be
with  a  male—he  hoped  it  would  work  this  time,
too. Massaging the wrinkled skin right below the
cap,  his  nostrils  flared  at  the  scent  of  his  mate’s
arousal.

“You smell amazing,” Logan whispered. “And

I’m wondering how you would taste.”

Tyson made a noise, something between a

groan, a grunt, and a whimper. “J-Just do what

Woofing His Wolf

you want, Logan,” he almost squeaked.
“Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Logan tore his gaze away from the dick he

fondled and tracked his gaze along Tyson’s body.
Taking in how the human’s flushed chest rose and
fell so quickly, he realized how much control his
mate displayed. Logan could see it in the depths
of his mate’s widely dilated blue eyes.

Need to please his mate filled Logan. He

wanted  his  mate  happy,  to  accept  him.  While  he
knew  talking  would  have  to  come,  his  own  cock
throbbed between his legs. The idea of giving and
receiving  pleasure  made  it  difficult  to  think  of
anything else.

Swirling his fingertip around the head of

Tyson’s cock, Logan scooped up the bead of pre-
cum. He brought it to his mouth and wrapped his
lips around his digit, sucking the fluid from it.
Light hints of salt and musk washed over his taste
buds. His cock jerked at the flavor of his mate.

Logan’s moan nearly drowned out Tyson’s.

Meeting his mate’s gaze, he fixed on his lover’s
panting mouth. He wanted to slide his tongue in
there and see if Tyson’s saliva tasted similar to his
pre-cum.

While Logan had danced with men, he’d never

kissed  one.  Right  now,  he  wanted  to  change  that
very  much…right  that  second.  He’d  seen  all  the
mated  couples  in  the  gang  hold  and  kiss  their

Charlie Richards

mates. They seemed comfortable, content, and
happy. Logan wanted that with Tyson.

“Are you okay?”
Tyson’s whispered question yanked Logan

from his thoughts. “Yeah,” he responded. “I know
we said we need to talk but, uh—” Logan
grimaced and glanced between their groins, taking
in their similarly aroused states.

Chuckling softly, Tyson nodded. “You do have

that effect on me. How about we take the edge off,
then chat?” Tyson spread his thighs and cleared
his throat before offering, “You wanna rub one off
on me?”

Logan moaned. “Yesss,” he hissed.
Moving quickly, he knelt between Tyson’s legs.

He  stared  down  at  the  prone  form  of  his  human
mate, his expression open and honest, full of lust
and  need.  Tyson  hid  nothing  from  him.  He
wanted  to  fulfill  every  fantasy,  every  desire,  this
man had.

First, I’ll need to learn them…but after…
Logan lowered his hips, pressing against Tyson.

Feeling his cock rub and align with another man’s
equally  hard  shaft  for  the  first  time,  he  let  out  a
low rumbling growl as pleasure shot through and
heated his groin. Propped up on his straightened
arms, he peered down into Tyson’s widely dilated
eyes.  His  arms  spread  wide  to  either  side,  his
fingers  loose,  Tyson  smiled  up  at  him.  His
expression  once  again  screamed  patience,  and

Woofing His Wolf

Logan felt his heart constrict in his chest at being
paired with this sweet human.

Then, Logan tracked his gaze down Tyson’s

muscular  torso.  He  took  in  his  sharply  beaded
nipples, the tan buds jutting from the light brown
areolas.  He  remembered  how  Tyson  had
responded  when  he’d  tugged  and  twisted  on
them,  the  glorious  sight  of  how  Tyson  had
twitched,  arched,  and  moaned  burned  into  his
mind like the most magnificent porno.

Lowering his gaze further, Logan took in where

his dick rested beside Tyson’s. While Logan’s cock
was longer, it wasn’t quite as thick as his  mate’s,
and  appeared  a  bit  paler  than  his  own  with  a
redder  cap  while  Logan’s  was  a  more  burnished
brown.  He  thought  they  looked  good  pressed
against each other.

Logan rocked his hips, causing their shafts to

slide together. He hissed, expressing his pleasure
at the friction. Watching their cocks, Logan
continued rocking his hips.

The throb in his dick intensified, magnified by

the feel of pressure on his length coupled with the
friction of Tyson’s cock moving against his own.

So good!
Returning his focus to Tyson’s lips, Logan

decided  he  wanted  a  taste…before  he  blew  his
load  and  his  lustful  courage  escaped  him.  He
closed  the  distance  between  them,  flushing  his
body  to  Tyson’s  from  thighs  to  shoulders.

Charlie Richards

Humming  his  pleasure  at  once  again  feeling  his
lover’s  body  pressed  against  his  own,  he  stared
into  his  mate’s  deep  blue  eyes.  Without  looking,
he  slid  his  palms  along  Tyson’s  arms  until  he
found  the  other  man’s  hands.  He  twined  their
fingers and moved their hands up to either side of
Tyson’s head.

“Mate,” Logan whispered. His body felt on fire

as his balls rolled in their sacks.

Tyson’s face appeared flushed and his mouth

hung  partway  open  as  he  panted  quietly.  His
eyelids were at half-mast as he peered up at him,
the  expression  upon  his  face  was  one  that  Logan
could  only  call…bliss.  Logan  wanted  a  taste  of
that.

Lowering his head, Logan hesitated just an

instant, his lips a scant gap from Tyson’s own. He
felt his mate’s breath waft against his own mouth
and Logan inhaled his mate’s heady scent. Finally,
he sealed his lips over his mate’s.

Logan thrust his tongue in deep. He

whimpered as Tyson’s heady taste exploded
across his taste buds. A shudder went through
him and his body felt as if it went up in flames.

Tilting his head, Logan lapped at Tyson’s

tongue and ate hungrily at the man’s mouth.
Tyson fed him a moan and returned the kiss
aggressively, using his lips and tongue to fight for
dominance. Logan groaned, reveling in the heady
feeling of enjoying his mate.

Woofing His Wolf

Logan felt his balls tingle and pull tight to his

body.  His  cock  oozed  more  pre-cum.  Combining
with the fluid seeping from Logan’s drooling dick,
their  cocks  slid  easily  against  each  other.  The
friction  drove  him  wild.  Logan  growled  into
Tyson’s mouth, his  fingers tightening where they
twined with his mate’s.

Heat exploded through Logan’s body as his

orgasm blind-sided him. He whined his pleasure,
his dick spurting burst after burst of seed into the
space between them. Logan felt Tyson buck
beneath him and the scent of his cum flooded the
room as his hot seed coated Logan’s still-spurting
prick, adding to the mess between them.

Tyson shuddered and moaned, sighing into

Logan’s mouth.

Euphoria flooded Logan’s senses. He loved that

he’d given his mate pleasure.

Logan finally lifted his head and peered at

Tyson’s  face.  He  grinned  at  the  relaxed,  almost
loopy  expression,  on  the  man’s  face.  He  really
liked  the  look  of  his  mate’s  kiss-swollen  lips.  He
couldn’t  resist  giving  them  a  quick  peck,  having
every  intention  of  seeing  them  that  way  often.
After this first taste of his mate, Logan knew he’d
want to kiss Tyson as often as possible.

Resting his forehead against Tyson’s own,

Logan enjoyed the lingering pings of bliss. He
watched through half-mast eyes as Tyson did the
same. He liked the feel of his mate’s body replete

Charlie Richards

under  his  own.  Squeezing  his  mate’s  hands
lightly,  Logan  tested  their  strength.  He’d  been
surprised  at  how  good  it  had  felt  to  lose  control
and  writhe  with  abandon,  no  fear  of  hurting  his
partner.

“We should really clean up before we’re stuck

together,” Tyson mumbled, his eyes still closed.

Logan chuckled. He released Tyson’s hands,

but  instead  of  levering  off  his  mate,  he  slid  his
arms  under  Tyson’s  torso  and  up  to  cup  his
shoulder  blades.  “I  don’t  know,”  he  murmured,
humming. “I  kinda like it right here.” He pecked
another kiss to Tyson’s curved lips.

Tyson opened his eyes and grinned up at him.

“Oh, yeah? You gonna feel that way when you
need to piss and your pubes yank on your balls?”

Barking a laugh, Logan pushed up and got a

little  space  between  them.  He  peered  down  their
bodies, enjoying the appearance of hard skin and
muscle,  until  he  looked  at  his  and  Tyson’s  half-
hard  pricks  resting  together  in  a  pool  of  cooling
spunk.

The sight of his lover’s dick lying against his

own, combined with the scent of sex in the air and
the feel of his mate in his arms, caused his prick to
twitch, rolling against Tyson’s penis. Tyson
hissed, but Logan found his gaze fixed on where
his mate’s prick moved, too.

Logan groaned and pushed away from Tyson.

He flipped off the man to lie on his back beside

Woofing His Wolf

him. Turning his head, he found his mate
smirking at him. He watched as his human
lowered his right hand and swirled his forefingers
through the mess on his belly.

“Something wrong?” Tyson teased, winking.

He lifted his hand, angling for his mouth. Logan’s
eyes widened and he gripped Tyson’s wrist,
stopping him from sucking the fluids from his
fingers.

Lifting a brow, Tyson asked innocently, “Sorry.

Did you want some?”

“If you do that, you could finish the bond

between us,” Logan whispered.

“Really?”
Logan flushed, his face heating. He really

wanted that, but he needed to be fair and truthful
to his mate, too. He nodded. “It happened to one
of Kontra’s people,” he admitted, releasing his
hold and watching carefully as Tyson lowered his
hand back to his belly. “My fluids entering you,
one way or another, could finish our bond because
I’ve already placed my claiming mark on you.”

Tyson reached up with his left hand, touching

his neck. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Nodding, Logan explained, “When I was

licking  you  earlier,  my  saliva  closed  the  wound.
I’m  sorry  I  left  it  open.”  He  flushed  again,  this
time  in  embarrassment.  “I  should  have  asked
before biting you.”

Charlie Richards

This time, Tyson nodded. “Yeah, but what’s

done is done,” he whispered. He stared at the
ceiling for a second, then looked away from
Logan.

At first, Logan thought Tyson angry, but all he

did  was  grab  a  box  of  tissues  and  start  cleaning
himself  up.  He  held  the  box  out  to  Logan,  so  he
took  several  and  followed  his  mate’s  example.
Once  clean,  Tyson  leaned  over  Logan  and  tossed
the used paper into a wastebasket on that side of
the bed. Logan again followed his lead, throwing
away his own.

Tyson pulled up the sheet from the foot of the

bed  where  it  had  been  kicked  at  some  point
during  their  horizontal  activity.  He  shoved  a
pillow  under  his  head,  then  held  out  his  arms.
“Come here,” he urged.

Relieved that his mate didn’t seem upset, Logan

obeyed. He slid his left arm under the other man’s
pillow and cuddled up to Tyson. Sighing, he
relaxed against the other man, chest to chest, his
head on the pillow beside the human’s. Lying that
close made actually seeing the man a bit awkward,
but it sure felt good.

Once they were both settled, Tyson whispered,

“Okay, Logan. Tell me about shifters and mating,
and what you think that means for us.”

Logan closed his eyes, relaxed against his mate,

and started talking.

Woofing His Wolf

Chapter Seven

ecause of how long paranormals live,”
Logan started slowly. “Fate gives each of us

a mate, someone suited to be our perfect
companion so we won’t be lonely over our
centuries-long life.”

Tyson nodded, remembering that part, having

heard Kai explain after he’d met his lover, Dorian.
“And I am your mate, so Fate put us together,” he
murmured. Then, thinking out loud, he added,
“But you’ve never been with a guy and got kicked
out of your old pack because you participated in a
bigoted mutiny of the gay alpha.”

Logan stiffened, but he didn’t pull away. After

a second, he cleared his throat and muttered, “You
know about that?”

Lifting his head away a bit so he could really

focus on Logan, Tyson admitted, “After seeing
you at that party in Kansas, when we got back a
few weeks ago and had that barbeque to welcome
Dorian, I asked Tim about you.”

“B

Charlie Richards

“I see,” Logan whispered, the tension still

radiating from him and his jaw held tight.

Tyson returned to his prior position, cuddling

close to the man. “I figured I’d let you know, since
I can understand why you’d fight the mate-pull
for so long. You had to come to grips with Fate’s
decision.”

After a few seconds of silence, Logan

murmured, “Thank you.” He sighed and nuzzled
Tyson’s temple. “It was…unexpected, but I must
admit to you that I have been attracted to men
before. I just—” He paused, then explained, “I just
never acted on it. Since I enjoyed women, too, and
I wanted kids, I figured I’d just…not. Ya know?”

That caught Tyson’s attention. His brows shot

up and he smirked. “My mother knows I’m
bisexual. She told me she doesn’t care about the
sex of who I end up with as long as the person is
kind, respectful to me, and I give her grandkids.”

Logan adjusted, easing away and leaning on his

elbow to look down at him. “What about you? Do
you want kids?”

“Sure,” Tyson replied, grinning up at him.

“What? You think it’s a woman thing?”

The shifter’s jaw sagged open for a few seconds

before  he  leaned  down  and  sealed  his  lips  over
Tyson’s. Opening immediately to his lover, Tyson
accepted  his  thick  tongue  and  teased  it  with  his
own.  He  lifted  his  left  hand  and  threaded  his

Woofing His Wolf

fingers through Logan’s hair, enjoying the feel of
the strands.

Tyson tilted his head a bit and tightened his

fingers in Logan’s thick locks. He used his hold to
encourage his lover to take the kiss deeper. While
Logan had denied them kissing earlier, he’d
certainly gotten over whatever had been holding
him back.

And damn can the man kiss!
Logan finally lifted his head, breaking the lip-

lock. Tyson would have fought him, but at that
point, his lungs screamed for oxygen. Panting, he
grinned up at Logan. “So, uh, I guess that means
we just have to decide if we want to adopt or use a
surrogate, huh?”

Chuckling, Logan settled back next to him.

“Maybe a house first,” he replied.

The man’s comment brought Tyson down to

earth with a mental thump. What the hell was he
thinking? Was he really ready to pick out curtains
with the guy? He had to admit, at least to himself,
he kind of was. Still, they should take some time
to get to know each other a little more, right?

“Tyson?”
Hearing the concern in Logan’s tone, Tyson

focused  on  the  shifter.  He  slid  his  hand  down
Logan’s  neck  and  squeezed  his  shoulder.
“Humans  do  things  a  little  slower,  ya  know?”
Tyson  didn’t  like  Logan’s  hurt  expression  or  the
pained  look  in  his  eyes.  He  rubbed  his  hand  up

Charlie Richards

and down Logan’s neck and offered him a smile.
“Hey, I’m not saying no, okay? I just—” He
shrugged his left shoulder. “I need some time to
get to know you. Can we, uh, date?”

Holy shit! Did those words just come out of my

mouth?

Tyson had stopped dating at the age of nineteen

when he’d bought a fake ID. He’d started clubbing
and switched to one night stands. Until now, he’d
never felt compelled to spend more than a few
hours with a potential conquest. It was why his
friends thought of him as a player.

Damn, are they gonna have a field day with this!
“Date?” Logan asked. His eyes widened. “Oh,

of course! Humans date and get to know each
other,” he mumbled, his brows furrowing.

Tyson bit back a snicker. The man appeared so

confused  and  earnest.  It  would  have  been
endearing if they weren’t talking about the rest of
Tyson’s life. “So, uh, how about we get up. Maybe
go  eat.  I  wasn’t  feeling  well  this  morning,  so—”
He grimaced, swallowing. “Damn.” He wiped his
mouth.  “Before  we  kiss  again,  maybe  I  should
brush my teeth,” he muttered.

Logan grinned. “I think you taste fantastic.”
Returning the smile, Tyson chuckled. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Logan responded. Easing away, he

swung his legs over the bed and stood. “Let me
take you out to eat, then,” he suggested. “It can be
our first date.”

Woofing His Wolf

Tyson nodded. “All right.”

Two weeks.
Tyson smiled as he thought of all the time he’d

spent  with  Logan  in  that  time.  Other  than  his
buddies,  he’d  never  spent  that  much  time  with
anyone…not  even  past  girlfriends.  Korbin  and
Brock  had  given  him  a  bit  of  crap,  but  they’d
seemed mostly happy for him.

His friends didn’t truly care that Logan was a

guy, even though they’d razzed him a bit about it.
When  Kai  had  come  out  as  gay,  they’d  rallied
around him. Both he and Korbin had admitted to
being  bisexual.  Brock  had  just  shrugged  and
stated,  “More  for  me.”  While  Brock  didn’t  admit
to  being  interested  in  men,  Tyson  has  seen  him
look appreciatively at one or two over the years.

“Hey! You almost ready?”
Tyson turned from where he’d been staring

vacantly  into  his  drawer  of  t-shirts  and  spotted
Korbin  in  the  doorway.  He  smiled  at  his  dark-
haired  friend.  “Just  about,”  he  replied,  turning
back  around  and  grabbing  a  shirt  with  a  sports
logo.

In the time it took for Tyson to pop his head

through and situate the shirt in place, Korbin had
crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
Cocking his head, he took in his friend’s troubled
expression. Leaning his hip on his dresser, Tyson
crossed his arms over his chest.

Charlie Richards

“You okay, Korbin?”
Korbin met his gaze. He smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, just thinking. Hey, how did Logan
meeting your mother go?”

Tyson narrowed his eyes, but he allowed his

friend to change the subject. He’d figure out what
was bothering his friend eventually. “It went
well,” he replied.

When Tyson had first told Logan that his

mother, Matilda Grubler, had invited them both to
Sunday supper, the wolf shifter’s face had drained
of color. Still, to the man’s credit, he’d agreed
without a fight. Then, he’d spent the next several
days asking for reassurance that Matilda knew he
was a guy.

Finally, Tyson had opened his lover’s jeans and

gripped  Logan’s  dick.  Jacking  slowly,  he’d  said,
“My mom knows you’ve got a dick between your
legs,  Logan.”  He  grinned  at  the  instant  arousal
darkening  his  lover’s  normally  hazel  eyes  to  a
deep green color. “All my mom cares about is that
you’re good to her son. You gonna be good to me,
Logan?”

Logan had moaned and nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’ll

be good to you.”

“Oh, yeah? How good?” Tyson had asked as

he’d picked up his pace with his hand.

Grunting, Logan had surprised Tyson by

cupping his cock through his jeans. Tyson had
paused in his jacking as his own hips bucked into

Woofing His Wolf

Logan’s  hold,  which  must  have  been  just  long
enough for Logan to regain his senses. For in the
next  instant,  his  lover  had  removed  Tyson’s  grip
from his dick, shoved him back onto the bed, and
had  worked  Tyson’s  jeans  to  his  thighs.  Finally,
he’d climbed onto the bed and  straddled Tyson’s
face  and  ordered,  “Suck  me,”  right  before  Logan
had swallowed Tyson’s dick.

“Oh, fuck! Logan!” Tyson cried as Logan began

to work him.

In their time together, Logan had taken to

sucking cock like a duck to water. They’d watched
a couple of pornos together and it hadn’t taken
long for the shifter to learn to drive Tyson out of
his mind with his tongue. The man had a
goddamned gift.

Tyson had tipped his head back and opened his

mouth, pulling Logan’s dick into his mouth. He’d
started sucking, bringing his hands up to work the
base  of  Logan’s  dick  with  one  hand  while  using
the  other  to  roll  and  fondle  Logan’s  balls.  He’d
discovered  early  that  the  shifter  had  sensitive
sacks.

Within seconds, they were both coming. After

drinking  his  lover’s  seed  down,  Tyson  released
Logan’s  softening  shaft.  It’d  taken  a  couple  blow
jobs  to  convince  Logan  that  he  understood
swallowing his seed meant they could be bonded
and that was what he wanted, even as they dated
first.

Charlie Richards

Panting hard, Tyson had muttered, “Damn, but

you do take good care of me.”

Logan had flopped onto the bed next to him

and chuckled.

“Okay, I know that look, and it’s not because

you’re thinking about your mom,” Korbin teased,
breaking into Tyson’s thoughts.

Tyson felt his face heat even as he grinned

widely. “Yeah, definitely not.” He winked. “Logan
was a little tense about the possibility of meeting
mom and, well, let’s just say, it was fun relaxing
him.”

Korbin snorted and rose from the bed. “Yeah.

I’ve heard you some nights. I know all about how
you relax,” he told him, holding up his fingers and
making air quotes. Suddenly, he sobered, moving
his right hand to the back of his neck. “Guess I’m
gonna be alone here with Brock soon,” he
muttered. “Times sure do change.”

Shrugging, Tyson stared at the floor. “Guess we

all  gotta  grow  up  sometime,”  he  mumbled.
Grimacing,  he  returned  his  focus  to  his  friend.
“You  know  that.”  Smiling,  he  added,  “Besides,
you’ll run into that special someone soon. I believe
that.”

“You think so?”
Tyson nodded. “Yeah.”
Korbin nodded and headed toward the door.

Pulling the door open and starting out, he paused

Woofing His Wolf

and looked back at Tyson. “What does the mate-
pull feel like?”

Surprised, Tyson’s brows lifted. “Uh, well…”

He  paused  and  thought  about  how  he  reacted  to
Logan,  while  with  him  and  when  apart.  Sighing,
he  frowned.  “It’s  like  a—”  He  paused  again  and
scowled.  “Before  we  started  dating,  I  saw  him
across the room at that party on the lake. I didn’t
even  talk  to  him,”  he  admitted,  “and  still  I
couldn’t stop thinking about him…about his face.
About  his  eyes.  How  he  moved.  What  he  was
wearing. All I could think about was stripping his
clothes and exploring him.”

Tyson flushed at his own thoughts and his dick

had  a  predictable  response.  Any  thoughts  of
stripping  Logan  naked  and  licking  every  inch  of
his lightly haired body got his motor running. He
swallowed  and  told  Korbin,  “I  asked  Tim  about
him. Found out he wasn’t gay or even bisexual. So
I  tried  to  forget  him.”  He  shrugged.  “I  threw
myself into work. Did everything I could to focus
on  something  else,  ya  know?  It  didn’t  work  very
well,” he conceded dryly.

“Evidently, Logan had recognized me as his

mate and had been working through his own
shit.” He wasn’t going to admit that his mate had
started claiming him because of possessive wolf
instincts. “I guess, you could say the mate-pull is
like an uncomfortable nagging itch that you can’t
seem to scratch. Only that person can.”

Charlie Richards

“Fuck.”
Tyson gaped. He rarely heard Korbin swear,

especially sober. He crossed the room and grabbed
his friend’s arm before he could leave the room.
“Korbin? What’s wrong?”

Korbin’s mouth twisted into a grimace. “I can’t

get that blond vampire out of my mind. I  see  his
face when I close my eyes.” He ran a hand over his
upper  lip,  rubbing  the  carefully  trimmed
mustache  he  sported.  “I  went  grocery  shopping
two  days  ago  and  I  thought  I  saw  him  around
every corner. It was nuts!”

“Oh!” Tyson nibbled his lip, trying to

remember the men who’d dropped into the
barbeque for five minutes to talk with Kontra.
“What was his name?”

Shaking his head, Korbin whispered, “I have no

idea.”

Woofing His Wolf

Chapter Eight

o, Korbin’s hot for one of the vampires that
was at that barbeque?” Logan asked, glancing

over at his mate. As he and Tyson had hiked up
the mountain trail, his human had told him about
Korbin’s admission to obsessing over a blond
vampire that had been in and out of their home in
five minutes. “And he has no idea who he is?”

Tyson grimaced. “Afraid not. I was hoping you

might know.”

Logan shook his head. “Sorry, no. I wasn’t part

of the group that met with them.” He frowned.
“Either time.”

“Either time?”
Seeing he’d peaked his mate’s interest, Logan

continued, “Yeah, they came and helped Dorian
and Kontra and a number of others clear out the
dingoes. You heard about that, right?”

Tyson grimaced. “Yeah. Kai said the shifters

that had lived in those cabins before were some
assholes that kidnapped and tortured humans,
right?”

“S

Charlie Richards

Logan nodded. “Afraid so. Anyway, I haven’t

been with Kontra’s group long, so it’s not like he
was  gonna  trust  me  in  a  fight,  right?”  he  stated
dryly,  shrugging  his  shoulders.  “I  heard  through
the  grapevine  that  the  same  vampires  that  had
stopped  by  the  barbeque  were  the  ones  who
helped clear out the dingoes.”

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to ask Kontra

about that, would you?” Tyson asked hopefully.
“Could he give us the names? I promised to help
Korbin do what I could to track him down, ya
know?” he explained. Pausing on the trail, Tyson
grabbed Logan’s arm.

Logan stopped walking and turned to face his

mate. He took in the man’s earnest expression and
creased brows. Lifting his other hand, he cupped
his hand around Tyson’s where he held Logan’s
arm. He gave his fingers a squeeze.

“Yeah,” Logan assured. “I can do that.” He

smiled and nodded, then pulled away. He turned
and started climbing again. “Not much farther.”

“Where are we going anyway?” Tyson asked,

jogging a couple of steps to catch up with him. He
fell into step beside him as he looked around at
the trees. “I thought I knew the area pretty well,
but you’ve got me stumped.”

Chuckling, Logan glanced at him and winked.

“That was actually the idea,” he told him. “I asked
Kai if you were familiar with Lake Conchlin,
which is just over the rise ahead.”

Woofing His Wolf

Tyson’s brows shot up and his lips curved into

a wide grin. “Really? I’ve been fishing out here a
few  times.  It’s  great  for  largemouth  bass.”  He
looked  forward  through  the  trees,  as  if  he  could
figure  out  where  he  was  now  that  he  knew  the
location.

Laughing at the look, Logan crooked a finger.

“Come  on.  I  have  something  to  show  you.”  He
picked  up  his  pace,  excitement  filling  him.  He
hoped,  hell,  he  prayed,  that  Tyson  would
appreciate  his  surprise.  He  really,  really  hoped
he’d appreciate it.

“Oh, yeah? What is it?”
Logan grinned upon hearing the excitement in

his mate’s voice. Cresting the rise, he paused and
took  in  his  first view of  Lake  Conchlin.  The  dark
water rippled softly in certain areas, telling where
wind  moved  through  trees  to  affect  the  water.
Birds  landed  and  took  off,  diving  for  bugs  and
fish. On the shore to the right, Logan spotted what
he looked for, a large rowboat.

“Fishing,” Logan replied. Grabbing Tyson’s

hand,  he  pulled  his  mate  close.  He  cupped  his
man’s  face  with  one  hand  and  placed  his  other
hand on his human’s waist. He tugged at Tyson’s
waist,  pleased  that  he  came  into  his  embrace
without  hesitation.  Leaning  forward,  Logan
pressed  a  soft  kiss  to the  blond  human’s  lips.  He
sipped lightly.

Charlie Richards

When Logan finally pulled back after several

butterfly kisses, Tyson smiled up at him. His blue
eyes seemed to glow as he whispered, “Fishing,
huh?”

Grinning, Logan replied, “Well, if your buddy

Brock stocked it with poles and bait we will.” He
winked again, then sealed his mouth over Tyson’s
in a brief, hard kiss, praying his plan didn’t
backfire. “Come on.”

Tyson nodded and grinned. “Nice. Let’s go

fish!”

Logan led the way down the trail, Tyson

following  close  behind  him.  His  mate  stopped
next  to  the  small  boat  and  they  started  looking
over  the  supplies.  Tyson  chuckled,  holding  up  a
tackle  box  full  of  over  a  dozen  flavors  of  power
bait, nearly twice that many lures, and a couple of
cartons  that  Logan’s  sensitive  nose  told  him
contained worms.

“One thing can be said for Brock,” Tyson

commented, closing the container and putting it
back down. “He knows his fishing equipment.
Come on.”

Logan couldn’t be more pleased with how

excited his mate was at the prospect of spending a
couple of hours in a small boat with him trying to
catch  elusive  fish.  It  wasn’t  his  thing,  but  Korbin
and  Brock  had  assured  him  that  when  they  took
Kai  swimming,  the  three  of  them  fished  and
enjoyed it very much.

Woofing His Wolf

Taking up a position on the opposite side of the

row boat, Logan helped Tyson push the boat into
the  water.  He  followed  Tyson’s  lead  and  jumped
into  the  boat.  Before  his  mate  could,  he  grabbed
the  oars  and  pushed  them  a  little  further  from
shore.  Once  they  were  clear  of  the  bank,  Logan
stowed the oars along the side of the boat.

Tyson, in the meantime, had lowered the small

electric motor into the water.

Logan glanced around the lake and admitted, “I

don’t know the first thing about fishing, but if you
wanna switch seats, I’ll go wherever you want me
to while you set up the rods?”

Winking, Tyson grinned. “Of course.” He

pitched forward, keeping low as he and Logan
switched positions.

As they maneuvered around each other, Logan

felt Tyson cup his cock, giving him a squeeze.

“I’ll set up the rods,” Tyson purred into his ear,

then his hand was gone and he settled on the front
bench, facing him. His legs were splayed, showing
off his own erection.

Logan groaned. After settling next to the motor,

he reached down and adjusted himself. “Damn,
you’re a tease,” he grumbled.

Tyson chuckled as he reached for the poles and

started putting them together. “Not teasing.
Foreplay, sexy wolf,” he assured.

“Great,” Logan grumbled. “Fishing with a

hard-on.”

Charlie Richards

Tilting his head back, Tyson laughed heartily.
Logan couldn’t help but chuckle himself,

enjoying how carefree and easy Tyson acted with
him.  It  boded  well  for  their  future  together  that
they  could  get  along  with  such  ease.  Plus,  the
move  showed  off  the  strong  column  of  Tyson’s
neck,  making  Logan’s  mouth  water.  He  wanted
another bite of that.

While he’d managed to control his instinct to

renew  his  mark  on  his  mate,  it’d  been  difficult.
They’d  restricted  their  affections  to  kissing,
blowjobs, and hand jobs. Their bond strengthened
with each encounter and there was no way Logan
could  walk  away  from  Tyson.  Hell,  at  this  point,
he didn’t think Tyson could walk away from him,
either,  but  he  still  tried  to  give  Tyson  the
appearance that he had a choice.

“Where are we heading?” Logan asked after

starting the motor.

“Uh.” Tyson glanced around the lake. “Start

that way.”

Logan twisted the throttle and the soft whine of

the electric engine cut through the silence. Moving
the handle, he headed them in the direction Tyson
had  indicated.  Enjoying  the  scent  of  water,  earth,
and  small  animals  that  wafted  past  them  on  the
breeze,  Logan  smiled.  His  wolf  perked  up  in  his
mind, eager to explore.

“Shut off the motor and we’ll drift toward that

small inlet,” Tyson instructed.

Woofing His Wolf

Obeying, Logan cut the engine and turned to

his  mate.  Tyson  handed  him  a  pole.  It’d  been  a
while…a  long  while…but  after  looking  over  the
reel, he remembered how to cast. He fumbled his
first  couple  of  attempts,  but  managed  to  get  the
lure out an acceptable distance on his third try.

Tyson chuckled softly, drawing Logan’s

attention. His mate’s mouth curved in a sexy
smile. “You know, you could have asked,” Tyson
said, waving his free hand toward the reel Logan
slowly worked back in.

Logan smirked. “What self-respecting man do

you know that asks for directions?” he teased.

Nodding, Tyson snorted. “Right. My mistake.”

They fished for some time, occasionally

changing locations, working their way around the
lake.  They  waved  to  other  fishermen  when  they
ran across them and jeered good-naturedly at each
other  when  fish  broke  lines  and  stole  bait.
Eventually,  they  both managed to bring in a pair
of  good-sized  fish,  which  they  hooked  onto  a
chain  stringer  and  draped  over  the  side  of  the
boat.

Logan glanced around and realized he

recognized the area. “Time to put the poles away,”
he stated, reeling in his line.

Tyson appeared surprised, but did as Logan

instructed. “What’s going on?”

Charlie Richards

“I told you I had something to show you,”

Logan replied evasively. Once the poles were
stowed, he started the engine and sent them
moving slowly toward a dock.

“I thought the surprise was fishing,” Tyson

said, sounding confused.

Shaking his head, Logan said, “Nope. That was

just for fun and to spend time with you.” He
smiled wryly at Tyson, then shut off the engine a
few feet from the dock and allowed them to coast.
The boat bumped lightly into the dock and Logan
reached out and grabbed onto a wood plank.

Logan grabbed the rope tied to the bow and

leaped from the boat. After tying it to one of the
pylons, Logan turned back and saw that Tyson
had stepped from the boat and stood next to him,
peering around them.

“So, what are we doing here?”
Crouching down, Logan reached out and

unhooked the string of fish. He straightened and
gripped Tyson’s hand with his own. Giving his
mate a smile, he started up the dock, pleased just
to have his mate beside him.

At the end of the dock, Tyson paused. He

squeezed Logan’s hand and tugged, his desire
obvious. “What are we doing here?” Tyson asked
again.

Logan stopped beside him and looked up the

slight incline of the one hundred feet of yard at the

Woofing His Wolf

log-style cabin. A large patio waited along with
furniture, a grill, and a fish cleaning station.

Logan took a deep breath, then let it out slowly

through  his  teeth.  Peering  at  Tyson  through  his
lashes,  Logan  told  him,  “Kontra  and  the  gang
pulled  out  this  morning.  I’m  looking  for  a  job
around here.”

Tyson’s eyes widened. “Really?” He grinned

for a few seconds, then his expression turned to
one of worry. “I thought shifters liked living in
packs.” He squeezed their fingers. “Are you going
to stay with Kai and his pack?”

Licking his lips, Logan decided it was now or

never. He took the plunge. “No,” he replied.
Holding Tyson’s gaze, he told him, “I bought this
place. I’m gonna live here…and I’m hoping to
convince you to live with me.”

Charlie Richards

Chapter Nine

yson felt his jaw sag open. Just as quickly, he
snapped it shut as he took in Logan’s earnest,

serious expression and warm hazel eyes.
Swallowing hard, Tyson dragged his gaze away
from Logan and swept his focus over the area.

While Tyson had been expecting Logan to ask

for the next step in their relationship, he’d looked
on  it  with  both  anticipation  and  dread.  He  liked
the  idea  of  going  to  sleep  in  Logan’s  arms  every
night,  but  he’d  feared  where  Logan  would  beg
him  to  travel.  Instead,  Logan  had  given  up  his
pack, again, to make a home here, for Tyson.

Having loved their time fishing, Tyson had

thought  living  on  a  lake  similar  to  this  would  be
great.  He’d  invite  his  buddies  over  to  his  place.
There’d  be  fishing  and  fish  fries  and  barbeques.
He couldn’t think of a better way to raise a child
than in the country, teaching him or her to swim
and fish…hell, even to hunt.

Woofing His Wolf

They had been dreams, pipe dreams, something

he hoped to maybe have one day, and Logan was
offering it to him.

Meeting Logan’s gaze again, Tyson saw the fear

and hope in the man’s eyes. He needed to put the
poor  man  out  of  his  misery.  He  nodded.  “Yeah,
wow,”  he  murmured.  Squeezing  Logan’s  fingers
tightly,  Tyson  grinned  at  Logan.  He  glanced
around at the piece of paradise around him before
returning  his  focus  to  his  lover.  “How  did  you
know? Are you sure?”

Logan’s shoulders sagged, his tension leeching

out of him, as his grin stretched across his face. “I
want my mate happy. In order to do that, I have to
know him. You remember when you left me in the
sitting room with your mom to get the dessert?”

Tyson nodded slowly. He’d had trouble finding

the pie cutter. “Yeah. Sorry that took so long,” he
murmured.  He’d  apologized  then,  too,  yelling
through  the  walls,  asking  his  mother  where  the
implement  was.  He’d  finally  found  it  in  the  dish
washer and had to clean it first before preparing a
platter and taking it to the sitting room.

Chuckling, Logan lifted their twined hands and

brought  it  to  his  lips.  “It’s  fine.  She  did  the
predictable  and  brought  out  the  baby  pictures.  I
got to hear all about how you learned to fish from
your father, the two of you going every weekend,
sometimes  alone  and  sometimes  with  your
friends.”  He  released Tyson’s  hand  and  wrapped

Charlie Richards

that arm around Tyson’s waist, pulling their sides
together  and  angling  their  bodies  toward  the
house.  “She  said  you  shared  your  desire  for  a
house  on  a  lake  a  number  of  times.  Said  you
wanted to raise your kids where you could teach
them to fish.”

Scoffing, Tyson grinned at him. “Yeah. Yeah, I

did tell her that. And it’s true, too.”

“It’s a four bedroom, three and a half bath

house. It has a massive kitchen, a three car garage,
and  everything  was  recently  remodeled,”  Logan
told him. He lifted the stringer of fish and pointed
toward  a  door  that  looked  like  it  might  lead  to
storage.  “That’s  an  outdoor  shower.”  Then,  he
pointed  again.  “Fish-cleaning  station.  Built-in
barbeque. Retractable awning.”

“Damn,” Tyson mumbled. “That’s—” He

glanced around at all the extras that came with the
home. Suddenly, he felt concern for how much the
place had cost. “This place is amazing, but I don’t
want to feel like a kept man,” he admitted, his
brows drawing together. “I’d like to be able to pull
my weight.”

Logan nodded. “I did think of that. Can we talk

about it over dinner?”

Unable to deny the shifter when he appeared so

hopeful, Tyson nodded. “How can I say no to
fresh fish? We baking or frying?”

“Whichever you want,” Logan replied. Easing

away, he lowered his free hand and once again

Woofing His Wolf

grabbed Tyson’s. “I had a few of the guys stock
the place before they left.”

Tyson chuckled. “Good thing you didn’t have

my friends stock it,” he told him with a smirk. “All
you would have ended up with was steak and
beer.”

Logan barked a laugh. “Not that I think there’s

anything wrong with that, but ya gotta have the
chips with the fish, right?”

Snorting, Tyson nodded. “Right. So.”
Tyson turned and used his free hand to grip

Logan’s  nape  and  bring  their  lips  together.  Once
Logan  had  gotten  over  his  hang-ups,  he’d
welcomed  kissing  Tyson  every  chance  he  got.
Tyson was more than happy to take advantage of
that.

Sliding his tongue across Logan’s lips, Tyson

teased  at  his  lover’s  mouth.  The  shifter  opened
immediately, allowing Tyson to slide his tongue in
deep.  He  swirled  their  appendages  together,
enjoying  his  lover’s  powerful,  masculine  flavor.
Pulling back, Tyson nipped at Logan’s bottom lip,
soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue, then
broke the kiss.

Grinning at Logan’s dilated eyes, flushed

cheeks, and bee-stung lips, Tyson asked, “You
know how to fillet a fish?”

“I think I can manage,” Logan murmured

huskily.

Charlie Richards

“Good,” Tyson replied. “Give me the keys. I’m

gonna make myself at home in the kitchen and see
what kind of batter I can whip up.”

“Fried, then?”
Tyson nodded. “Yep. No better way to

celebrate something than with fried foods and
beer,” he told the shifter. He smirked and asked,
“There is beer, right?”

Logan chuckled. “Knowing the guys in

Kontra’s pack, absolutely.”

Pulling back, Tyson realized something. “You

didn’t consider them your pack, did you? That’s
why it’s so easy to walk away from them.”

Sighing, Logan sobered. “No. I lost my pack

through foolish decisions.” He smiled faintly and
tugged his left hand free of Tyson’s grip. Cupping
Tyson’s jaw, he stated, “I wasn’t with Kontra long
enough to develop a bond with his shifters. Only
Diego, because he was the alpha of my pack
before—” He paused and flushed.

Tyson nodded, understanding…before he’d

attacked Diego’s son, Abbott, after the shifter had
taken over the pack. Deciding they both needed a
subject change, he pecked a kiss to Logan’s lips,
then pulled away. He held up his hand and
wiggled his fingers. “Keys.”

Logan dug into his pocket and pulled out a

small ring with three keys on it. He dropped it
onto Tyson’s waiting palm. “One’s the front door,

Woofing His Wolf

one’s the garage door, and one’s the French
doors,” he murmured. “They’re yours.”

His heart thudding in his chest, Tyson’s

breathing hitched. “Thanks.”

Closing Tyson’s fingers over the keys, Logan

nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Tyson held his lover’s gaze for another few

seconds, taking in the sexy male’s soft hazel eyes
and affectionate expression. Damn, he wanted to
see that look on Logan’s face often. Tyson nodded.
“I’ll leave the French doors unlocked.”

Logan returned his nod, then headed toward

the cleaning station.

Watching the shifter stride away for a few

seconds,  Tyson  admired  the  man’s  backside.  He
wondered  what  it’d  be  like  to  sink  into  Logan’s
tight  ass.  His  cock  thickened  at  his  thoughts  and
he hoped the shifter would allow him the chance.
While he enjoyed bottoming, he didn’t want to be
the bitch all the time.

Something else to discuss.
Tyson turned away and strode to the house. He

unlocked the door and stepped inside, peering
around curiously. While he’d never really had any
thoughts about interior design, he found he did
have an interest in the layout of his future home.
To his relief, Tyson liked what he saw.

The floor plan was open and spacious with

vaulted ceilings. Just as Logan had stated, to the
left was a large kitchen with modern, stainless

Charlie Richards

steel appliances. It was separated from the dining
room, which currently stood empty, by a bar.
Several barstools gave them a place to eat until
they furnished the home. Straight ahead, the great
room was dominated by a beautiful stone fireplace
made of what looked like colorful river rocks.

A hallway disappeared beyond the dining

room  area  next  to  a  set  of  circular,  wooden,
floating  stairs  that  led  to  what  could  be  a  loft.
Tyson  figured  he’d  have  plenty  of  chances  to
explore  later.  For  now,  he  needed  to  know  what
was available in the kitchen.

Tyson checked out the refrigerator first and

pulled out two bottles of beer. Popping both caps,
he took a long swallow from one as he raided the
cupboards and pulled down a large plate. He
grabbed that and the beers and walked back
toward the French doors.

Pushing through them, Tyson headed toward

his lover, smirking at the look of concentration on
Logan’s face. His man wielded the fillet knife that
had been included with the fishing supplies.
According to Brock, one didn’t go fishing without
a knife, needle nose pliers, and a net…along with
the poles and bait. The guy was nothing if not
sufficient.

Without a word, Tyson set the second bottle of

beer and the plate on the metal counter near the
sink. Logan glanced up in surprise. Tyson hip-

Woofing His Wolf

checked him lightly before winking and heading
back inside the house.

Once he’d returned to the kitchen, Tyson took

another long swallow. Then, he set his bottle aside
and  began  scanning  through  the  cupboards.  He
pulled out a number of items before searching for
the  pots  and  pans  he  needed.  Once  everything
littered the counter, he placed a large sauce pan on
a  burner—turning  the  burner  to  low—and
scooped several dollops of Crisco into it.

Tyson kept half his attention on that as he

started preparing the butter and batter for the
breading in which he planned to dip the fresh fish
fillets.

Feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around him,

Tyson paused. He held his flour-covered hands
away from his body as he leaned against the solid
chest behind him. Tyson hummed with pleasure
upon feeling Logan nuzzle and kiss his neck.

“Hey,” Tyson mumbled. “You done with the

fish?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Logan mumbled absently, his

focus obviously not on food. “You look good in
our kitchen.”

When Logan slid his palms up and rubbed over

Tyson’s nipples, making them bead beneath his
shirt, Tyson arched into his touch. He groaned his
approval, the move also pushing his ass into
Logan’s groin. A warm tingle spread through him

Charlie Richards

upon feeling the thick dick trapped behind
Logan’s fly.

Then, Tyson’s stomach grumbled.
Logan chuckled as he nipped the lobe of

Tyson’s ear. “Guess that mean’s I should feed
you,” he teased. “How about we finish this after
supper.”

“Definitely,” Tyson agreed.
After Logan released him, he and Tyson

worked  side  by  side,  frying  fish  and  cross-cut
fries. Tyson couldn’t keep the smile from his face
as he reveled in how easy and comfortable it was
between them. He could imagine doing this every
night.  Logan  kept  sending  lustful  looks  Tyson’s
way, causing arousal to simmer through him and
his  dick  remained  mostly  hard  in  his  shorts.
Instead  of  being  uncomfortable,  Tyson  found  the
anticipation the best form of foreplay.

After popping the last bite of fish into his

mouth, Tyson turned on his barstool to find Logan
staring at his mouth. Tingles broke out over his
skin at the intensity of the shifter’s stare.

Pushing away his own empty plate, Logan

asked, “Shall we clean the kitchen or shall I show
you the bedroom?”

Licking his lips, anticipation burning through

him, Tyson murmured, “What? No tour?”

Logan smirked. “Three bedrooms upstairs and

two baths. One of the bedrooms has an ensuite, so
if you want the master bedroom upstairs, it’s

Woofing His Wolf

doable.  There’s  also  a  master  suite  downstairs,
which  is  where  I  put  my  things.  There’s  also  a
study and a half bath down here besides what you
can  see  here,”  he  said,  waving  at  the  empty
expanse.  “I  have  furniture  in  storage  in  Oregon,
but I don’t really think they’ll fit in this space, so
we’ll  have  to  go  furniture  shopping  at  some
point.” His voice turned husky, as he finished, “I
did, however, already pick up bedroom furniture,
which  I  would  very  much  like  to  break  in  with
you.”

Tyson’s blood pounded in his veins. His dick,

which had remained nearly rock hard through the
entire meal, throbbed in his briefs. His ass
clenched as he swept over his lover’s form and
fixated on the bulge filling Logan’s jeans.

Returning his focus to Logan’s heated

expression, Tyson whispered, “We’re equals in
this, right?”

Logan cocked his head, concern easing some of

the lust blazing in his eyes. That wasn’t really
what Tyson wanted, but he’d needed to ask before
giving the guy his ass.

“Is this about the cost of the house?” Logan

asked. “Because I’ve been alive for nearly seventy
years. It’s given me a bit of a leg up on income. I
know you’re starting your own business and that’s
where your financial focus is. I just want to
support you through that. I care for you.”

Charlie Richards

Tyson’s heart melted at Logan’s earnest words.

“Thanks,”  he  murmured.  “I—”  He  paused  and
reached for his lover’s hand where it rested on the
counter. “Thanks.” Tyson realized he didn’t need
to worry about this now. They’d work it out. Hell,
with  how  hard  Logan  worked  to  fit  their  lives
together,  Tyson  could  certainly  do  the  same.  “I
know  all  those  blow  jobs  already  bonded  us,”  he
stated,  deciding  for  blunt.  Seeing  Logan’s  guilty
expression,  he  squeezed  the  shifter’s  hand. “Hey,
you warned me when we first got together. Don’t
worry  about  that.  I  already  told  you  it’s  what  I
wanted.”

“And I wanted to give you the choice after

virtually taking it away,” Logan mumbled,
grimacing guiltily.

Smiling, Tyson leaned forward and pressed a

light  kiss  to  Logan’s  lips.  “You’ve  been  very
patient,  dating  me,  spending  time  with  my
friends,  learning  what’s  important  to  me  and
making  it  happen,”  he  told  him,  waving  his  free
hand  at  their  current  surroundings.  “Now,  take
me  to  our  bedroom  and  claim  me  properly,
Logan.”

Woofing His Wolf

Chapter Ten

ogan’s heart swelled and his dick ached. Still,
he realized Tyson hadn’t answered his

question…and as much as he wanted to take his
mate up on his offer, he wanted truth between
them. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have
both.

Sliding off the barstool, Logan used their

twined  fingers  to  urge  Tyson  to  join  him.  He
crossed  the  empty  dining  room  and  led  the  way
down  the  hall  to  the  bedroom.  Once  they  stood
beside the bed, Logan turned to his mate.

“Let me take care of this,” Logan murmured,

wanting to touch and explore his mate.

Reaching for the hem of Tyson’s shirt, Logan

tugged the t-shirt up and over his human’s head.
He made certain to scrape the backs of his fingers
over  Tyson’s  nipples,  pleased  with  how  his  mate
shivered  and  the  nubs  instantly  hardened.  Logan
loved  the  man’s  response  to  nipple  play  and
planned to take full advantage.

First, he wanted them both naked.

Charlie Richards

Logan lowered to one knee and made quick

work of  removing  his  mate’s  sneakers  and socks.
Reaching  up,  he  unbuttoned  and  unzipped
Tyson’s shorts. After he parted the fly, he ran his
thumb  up  and  down  the  hard  length  trapped
behind his mate’s navy blue briefs.

Scenting Tyson’s arousal—his pre-cum’s aroma

the  finest  aphrodisiac  to  his  senses—Logan
hummed.  His  mouth  filled  with  saliva.  While  he
wanted  a  taste  of  Tyson’s  heady  essence,  he
wanted  him  naked  and  sprawled  on  the  bed  for
him even more.

Gently, Logan pulled the waistband of Tyson’s

underwear forward and over his cock, shoving the
briefs and shorts down his mate’s legs. Tyson’s
dick bounced, jerking at his groin, drawing
Logan’s attention back to it as he helped him step
free of the clothes. Giving in to temptation, Logan
leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and swiped
over Tyson’s leaking head.

Tyson hissed and his hands clenched at his

sides. When he went to reach for him, Logan
pulled back and stood. “Lie on the bed,” he urged.
“Get comfortable.”

While making quick work of his own clothes,

Logan kept half his attention on Tyson. He nearly
swallowed his tongue when his sweet human
crawled onto the bed, the globes of his ass flexing
enticingly. That he was going to have that soon
sent an ache through his balls.

Woofing His Wolf

Logan forced himself to turn away from the

enticing sight, so he could concentrate long
enough to open the nightstand drawer. Pulling
out a couple of items, he turned back to Tyson and
the bed. He groaned at the sight that met his gaze.

Tyson lay sprawled on the bed. He had his legs

splayed, one knee bent with that foot flat on the
mattress, further opening himself for Logan’s
viewing pleasure. His right arm was up, his hand
behind his head. With his left hand, he gripped his
own dick and slowly jacked himself.

Growling, Logan ordered, “Release yourself. I

will take care of you.”

“You do like ordering me around,” Tyson

teased back, doing as he was told. He moved his
other hand behind his head to join the first, spread
his legs wider, bending his knees, and placing
both feet flat. “So, what are you going to do to
me?”

Logan crawled slowly onto the bed, positioning

himself on his knees between Tyson’s spread legs.
“First,” he rumbled, dropping the tube of lube by
his knee. “I’m going to put these on your sensitive
little  nipples,”  he  stated,  holding  up  the  small
nipple clamps. “I’m going to play  with them as I
prepare  you.  I’m  going  to  make  you  come,”  he
promised. “Then, I’m going to slide my dick into
your ass. I’m going to bite your neck and spill my
seed inside you, and you’re going to come all over
again.”

Charlie Richards

Tyson moaned, his body shuddering. “Oh,

God!”

“No, just Logan,” he teased, his cock twitching

between his legs. “Keep your arms behind your
head, Tyson. I love seeing you spread open just
like this.”

“O-Okay,” Tyson panted.
His arms visibly tensed before he managed to

relax them. His cock bobbed and leaked, jutting
from his groin like a beacon begging for pleasure.
Logan had every intention of giving Tyson that
pleasure.

Logan dropped the clips onto the mattress by

Tyson’s  hip,  then  leaned  forward  and  rested  his
weight  on  his  knuckles.  Ducking  his  head,  he
lapped  at  one  of  Tyson’s  nipples  while  pinching
the other with the fingers of his free hand. Tyson
moaned,  the  noise  like  music  to  his  ears,  driving
his own desire to please his mate higher.

Releasing the nub he sucked, Logan lifted his

head  and  enjoyed  watching  his  mate’s  body  bow
reflexively  when  he  pinched  and  rolled  the  other
nipple. He grabbed one of the small claws. Taking
care,  he  eased  the  clamp  onto  Tyson’s  hardened
nub.

“Holy fuck!” Tyson shouted. His hands came

out from behind his head as his body arched like a
bow. He managed to still them, fisted on either
side of his head, panting harshly. “Logan!”

Woofing His Wolf

Logan grinned at his lover, loving the responses

he received. “Yes, handsome?” he teased as he
moved his fingers to Tyson’s other nipple. He
rolled it and pinched, effectively wiping his saliva
away before placing the second clamp onto it.

Tyson peered up at him through heavily dilated

eyes,  his  body  gleaming  in  a  sudden  sweat.  “H-
Holy  shit,”  he  whined.  He  opened  and  clenched
his  hands,  obviously  struggling  for  control.  His
body writhed, shifting and sliding over the sheets.
“Never imagined.”

“Good,” Logan murmured.
Lowering his head, Logan wrapped his lips

around  one  of  the  clamped  buds  and  sucked
lightly.  He  worked  his  lover’s  nipples  gently,
figuring  with  them  already  clamped,  they’d  be
extra  sensitive  and  he  didn’t  want  to  hurt
him…only give him pleasure.

“L-Logan,” Tyson panted, his body shivering

and twitching beneath him. “Better get me ready,”
he urged breathlessly. “S-So close.”

Logan lifted his head and rocked back. “Easy,

sweet  mate,”  he  crooned,  grabbing  for  the  lube.
“Let  me  get  you  prepped.”  He  opened  the  tube
and  squirted  some  of  the  gel  onto  his  fingers.
Realizing  he’d  underestimated  just  how  sensitive
his  mate’s  nipples  were,  Logan  knew  he  had  to
hurry…for both their sakes.

Swiping his hand over his cock, Logan hissed

and fought for control. Just as quickly, he released

Charlie Richards

his dick, poured more slick onto his fingers, and
rubbed his fingertips over Tyson’s taint. Balancing
carefully, he leaned forward again until he leaned
over his lover and looked him in the eye.

“Will you tell me why you asked if we’re

equals?”

Logan whispered the question just as he slid his

finger  into  Tyson’s  channel  and,  using  the  other
hand,  flicked  his  nipple  lightly.  He  watched  his
mate’s  eyes  widen  and  his  jaw  sag  open.  Tyson
panted  and  gasped  as  Logan  slowly  worked  him
open, making certain to massage his prostate with
every plunge of his finger, first one, then two.

“Tell me,” Logan demanded. “We are equals, so

tell me why you asked.”

Tyson whined and shuddered. He writhed

wildly, his head tossing, as he growled through
clenched teeth. “Does that mean I get your ass
next?” Tyson managed to snap.

Logan froze. His ass clenched. Allow Tyson to

take  him?  The  thought  hadn’t  crossed  his  mind,
but  now  that  his  mate  had  asked,  he  could
understand why the man would question him. His
lover had enjoyed giving and receiving blowjobs,
kisses,  touches,  surely  he’d  feel  the  same  about
giving and receiving ass.

His hand fell away from his mate’s nipple and

he placed it beside Tyson’s shoulder. He pecked a
kiss to Tyson’s lips, then lifted his head and

Woofing His Wolf

whispered, “Yes. I may need to work up to it, but
we are equals. My ass is yours.”

Tyson gaped at him. “Really?”
Nodding, Logan smiled. “Oh, yes. You are my

mate. I will give you everything in my power to
give,” he whispered.

Smiling up at him, Tyson murmured, “All I

want is you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” Logan promised.

Grinning, he winked, joy filling him at his mate’s
words. “But first, it’s time for you to come.”

“Oh, hell, yeah!” Tyson whined.
Logan wrapped his lips around Tyson’s clasp-

clad  nipple  and  sucked,  hard,  as  he  pressed  his
fingers  against  his  mate’s  gland.  Tyson’s  back
arched and he howled. Hot blasts of cum smacked
Logan’s  chin,  neck,  and  chest  as  he  slid  a  third
finger  into  his  mate’s  channel,  stretching  the  last
bit  he  thought  his  mate  needed  so  he  could  sink
his aching erection into him.

Once Tyson settled a bit, his noises diminishing

to soft whines and grunts, Logan released his
mate’s bud and pulled his fingers from his chute.
He gripped his own dick and lined up to Tyson’s
waiting hole.

Logan pressed his throbbing prick forward. He

sank inch by blissful inch into the beautiful human
beneath him. Releasing the base of his prick,
Logan lay over his mate. He pressed their chests

Charlie Richards

together as he bottomed out, feeling his balls
pressed flush to his ass.

“Tyson,” Logan breathed. He rested his

forehead against his mate’s, the man’s visage
swimming slightly at the close proximity. Closing
his eyes, he breathed in his scent. “My mate.”

Sighing, Tyson brought his arms around

Logan’s shoulders, cupping his shoulder-blades.

Logan turned his head and nuzzled Tyson’s

temple,  then  his  neck.  “Love  having  you  in  my
arms,  in  our  bed,  in  our  home,”  he  muttered.  As
he  slowly  pulled  his  prick  partway  free  of  the
hottest,  tightest,  most  amazing  channel  he’d  ever
experienced,  he  mumbled,  “Can’t  wait  to  have
you here every night.”

Tyson groaned, tilting his neck, giving him

more access. He spread his legs wider and brought
them up. Wrapping his legs around Logan’s waist,
he crossed his ankles at the small of Logan’s back,
nudging the top of his ass with his heels.

“Yes, sexy wolf. Can’t wait.”
Logan’s wolf howled in his mind, the sound

coming from his mouth a moaning whine. “My
mate,” he growled, snapping his hips. “Mine.”

Tyson grunted beneath him. His body arched

and rocked as he met Logan thrust for thrust.

Sparks of heated bliss spread through Logan’s

groin, growing hotter with each thrust of his dick
into his mate. Pleasure, more intense than he’d
ever imagined sang through his veins. Tyson

Woofing His Wolf

writhed beneath him, scrabbling at his back,
digging his heels into his ass, caused pleasure and
pride to flood him.

“So good,” Tyson moaned. He arched his neck,

offering. “Please.”

Logan growled in his throat. The silky column

of Tyson’s neck beckoned, the steady pulse of his
life-blood  calling  to  him  and  his  wolf.  His  balls
tightened,  his  shaft  throbbed,  and  his  canines
tingled.  Unable  to  hold  off  his  own  impending
orgasm,  Logan  wanted,  needed,  his  mate  to  join
him in bliss.

Moaning against Tyson’s neck, Logan sank into

him once more. His balls pulled tight and his cock
pulsed.  As  his  orgasm  throbbed  through  his
system,  he  sank  his  teeth  into  his  mate’s  neck.
Tyson howled and Logan reveled in the beautiful
sound  of  bliss  as  he  gulped  down  several
mouthfuls of his mate’s life-essence.

His hips continued to jack spastically as he shot,

his seed coating Tyson’s innards. Pulling his teeth
from his mate’s flesh, Logan lapped at his blood,
sealing the wound. Even in the throes of bliss, he
refused to leave his mate in pain again.

Tyson hummed and sighed. His hands rubbed

down his back and sides as he released his leg’s
hold on Logan’s hips. “Wow,” he murmured,
continuing to pet him.

Logan eased his softening prick from Tyson’s

chute and cuddled his mate close. “Give me a few

Charlie Richards

100

seconds,” he said. “Then, I’ll get something to
clean us up with.”

“Mmm,” Tyson responded, relaxing in his

arms. “Thanks for sealing the wound this time.”

His brows furrowing, Logan nuzzled his mate’s

neck. “I’m sorry how I left you that first time,” he
whispered. “I’m sorry I never asked for your
permission.”

Tyson chuckled and hugged him tight. “I’m

not,” he responded. “If you hadn’t done what you
did, I might have dragged my feet,” the man
admitted. “And I’m right where I should be.”

Logan sighed and kissed his mate’s temple. “So

am I,” he murmured. “So am I.”

About the Author

Charlie  started  writing  fantasy  when  she  was
eight,  and  after  stumbling  onto  her  first  erotic
romance  at  age  nineteen,  she  realized  her  true
calling.  She  now  focuses  on  writing  gay  erotic
romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with
heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of
her  husband,  Charlie  finally  fulfilled  one  of  her
life-long goals…move to acreage with her horses.
You can often find her curled up with her laptop
and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next
adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains
of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler,
or motorcycle.

She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com
Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com

Document Outline