Police officer and alpha werewolf John Tate never planned on turning a human into an omega. He was supposed to be civilized. Nice. The exception to the rule. But one whiff of Ian Bones on the full moon and all of Tate's morals and ideals go flying out the window. Ian smells like his, and Tate's wolf has no intention of denying them what is rightfully theirs...
Warning: This story contains some dark themes before the happy ending, including kidnapping, unfair punishment, abuse of power and dubious consent. Do not read if this bothers you.
(This book was previously published under the pen name of Riley Trent.)
***
“Ian? Are you okay?” Tate suddenly asked, standing just inside the door. Ian looked up, gasping at the pulse of need that coursed through his body. Tate had changed out of his skintight uniform, and was now wearing a loose pair of sweats and a tank top. Ian could see the line of Tate’s member resting against his thigh, fat and huge, and the alpha’s muscles looked enormous. Ian wanted to touch them. He wanted to bury his face in Tate’s crotch, to sit at the alpha’s feet while Tate stroked his hair-
No! This wasn’t him. Why was he feeling like this? Ian closed his eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing of his shaft and the way his hole fluttered and yearned for Tate’s knot.
“Ian… If it hurts, I can help you,” Tate said, coming closer. Ian could smell him, musky and delicious, his mind fogging over with the intensity of his need.
Why did he want Tate to stay away again? Breathing in that scent, opening his eyes to see Tate’s magnificent bulge so close he could reach out and touch it, Ian couldn’t remember...
Warning: This story contains some dark themes before the happy ending, including kidnapping, unfair punishment, abuse of power and dubious consent. Do not read if this bothers you.
(This book was previously published under the pen name of Riley Trent.)
***
“Ian? Are you okay?” Tate suddenly asked, standing just inside the door. Ian looked up, gasping at the pulse of need that coursed through his body. Tate had changed out of his skintight uniform, and was now wearing a loose pair of sweats and a tank top. Ian could see the line of Tate’s member resting against his thigh, fat and huge, and the alpha’s muscles looked enormous. Ian wanted to touch them. He wanted to bury his face in Tate’s crotch, to sit at the alpha’s feet while Tate stroked his hair-
No! This wasn’t him. Why was he feeling like this? Ian closed his eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing of his shaft and the way his hole fluttered and yearned for Tate’s knot.
“Ian… If it hurts, I can help you,” Tate said, coming closer. Ian could smell him, musky and delicious, his mind fogging over with the intensity of his need.
Why did he want Tate to stay away again? Breathing in that scent, opening his eyes to see Tate’s magnificent bulge so close he could reach out and touch it, Ian couldn’t remember...
