His love makes me want to howl for joy!
Eddie Travet dreams of a quiet life, an ordinary life, anything but the life he leads now. For starters, his dad’s a vampire. Plus, his boyfriend’s a werewolf and if the hairs clogging the drain in the shower and the foul-smelling raw meat in the fridge aren’t enough, Eddie’s just discovered he’s allergic to fur – especially wolf pelt. With no cure in sight, Eddie is forced to contemplate a life without Wolfgang, the man of his dreams, unless he can convince his boyfriend to make him one of the pack.
Excerpt:
It was enough to turn me vegetarian. I gagged every time I opened the fridge, for there, swimming in its own bloody juices, were the largest slabs of raw meat I’d ever had the misfortune to discover. It reminded me of road kill on a plate.
When you’re desperately in love, and you’re living with your boyfriend, you have to put up with some of the habits which you’d otherwise rather he didn’t have. Like raw meat in the fridge. Like those difficult periods once a month that we didn’t talk about. He’d disappear for a day or two only to return bloody and dirty, but he’d shower and apart from his breath smelling like a cage at the zoo for the next few days, he was ‘back to normal.’ Oh, not forgetting he shed his hair (or is it fur?), in the bed and all through other rooms of the house, clogging up the drain in the shower.
“Wolfgang,” I screamed. I only ever used his full name when I was angry with him.
I heard him hurry along the corridor as I tapped my foot in the small puddle of water accumulating around my ankles. He stuck his head around the bathroom door. “What’s up?”
I had to tap my foot just to keep my anger simmering; his smile was so disarming it usually distracted me from my purpose. Not today.
“You want your back scrubbed again?” he laughed, entering the bathroom, caressing his crotch in preparation for extra-curricular activity. We’re both students at the local university and we were close to being late for morning classes. “You’re insatiable.”
We’d already ended up fucking over the breakfast table, still turned on enough by each other that any little touch or suggestion set us off.
I couldn’t trust myself to chastise him so I merely pointed.
He looked suitably admonished. “Sorry. I was in such a hurry, I forgot.”
“Is there anything so important it can’t wait until you clear your hair out of the drain?”
“I was in a hurry to make love to you in the kitchen. You know how a breakfast shag makes my day.”
Way to make me feel like a bastard.
I sighed. Wolf could turn any situation around to his advantage.
Bending over I picked up the ball of soggy hair. Wolf took advantage and ran his finger quickly down my crack before pushing into my moist ass.
“I never could resist you in that position,” he murmured. He withdrew his finger and before I knew it, he was shucking his clothes in a paroxysm of haste before stepping into the shower, forcing me bodily against the cool tiles. I was hard in seconds because Wolf at his masterful best totally made me pant to be dominated. It usually occurred around his transformation, in the days leading up to it or the days immediately after.
He slapped my cheeks hard, making me whimper. “You like that, don’t you?”
I nodded.
His voice was husky. “You know the drill, spread ‘em.”