Day (Stronghold 4) Teaser Excerpt!

DAY is releasing on September 22!

Scroll down for a teaser excerpt.

 

Bruno Day knows the moment he sets eyes on Amy that he won’t be able to stay away from her, but he doesn’t want to drag her into his dangerous life—his duty is to save humanity. She may help them survive if he makes her his mate, but what if the price is her death?

Amy Roderick never expects Bruno Day to show up at her house and ask for her help. She’s just an ordinary person, and he’s the larger-than-life leader of the Sentries. What could she possibly do to help? And why are her instincts telling her they’re meant for each other?

Power and determination have kept them safe for years, but now Bruno and his brothers must face the ultimate battle: an alien swarm that could devour the entire planet. Everything depends on the decision of one young woman: will Amy follow her heart or sacrifice her life for duty?

 

 

Teaser Excerpt:

Bruno stared at her hands. She was a tiny little thing, but he knew that her small stature was merely a mask for the strength she didn’t yet know she possessed. He stood up and walked over to her, giving into his desperation. He wanted to touch her skin. “Amy, I need you to help me.” He reached out and untwisted her hands. “I know you don’t understand, and I don’t want to frighten you.”

“You’re doing a crappy job of explaining this, Bruno,” she whispered, eyes going dark.

She wasn’t frightened. Bruno felt her arousal suddenly spike like a punch in his gut. He inhaled sharply. His brothers never mentioned the insane need that came with being in the presence of one’s paired mate. He’d thought it was bad earlier, when he’d given her his ring, but the attraction seemed to increase with every moment in her presence.

“I know,” he replied, sifting through a dozen explanations in his mind and discarding all of them. None of them mattered. He needed her for the power she would add to the Stronghold net when they paired, yes, but he needed her for himself even more. Suddenly, all the years he’d spent alone felt like an unbearable eternity.

“Just tell me the truth. It can’t be as bad as all that,” Amy murmured.

Bruno brought her hands up to his lips and kissed the backs of her fingers. She sucked in a breath. “This is the truth.” He slid his hands up her arms and took a step off the cliff he’d been holding himself back from for centuries. “I saw you in my dreams two hundred years ago.” He leaned down, watching the black of her pupils swallow the sweet brown of her irises. She smelled like roses and sugar. He licked his lips, desperate to kiss her. He’d never felt so overwhelmed with desire, not once, in his long life.

“Are you saying that you can tell your future?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m in it?”

“I can see this future,” he murmured, then leaned down and kissed her.

****

When his lips touched hers, Amy . She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. He kissed her gently, and then he gathered her up and pressed in harder until she couldn’t do a damn thing except cling to his shoulders like some damsel in a romance novel. He tasted like spice and fire, and she must have made a sound in the back of her throat, because he groaned and dipped his tongue into her mouth. Amy shuddered, not understanding how she could go through life thinking that what she’d experienced before this moment was anything at all. Nothing could have prepared her for how it felt to kiss Bruno Day.

Amy dug her fingers into him, and then he abruptly broke away, panting as though he’d run a race. She wasn’t doing much better. She sucked in air, hands still locked around his biceps. “What just happened?” she asked, bewildered. Heat coursed through her bones. She couldn’t let go of him. If she did, she’d fall to the floor in a ridiculous heap.

Bruno swallowed. “What do you feel?” He slid his arms back around her waist, drawing her into his body.

“Confused. Hot.” She frowned at him even as she let him cradle her between his thighs. “This is insane.” She didn’t tell him that she’d dreamed of him kissing her since she was a teen. She didn’t want him to think she was some crazy fangirl. She lifted her hands to her cheeks. Her skin felt like it was on fire.

“Do you know what a paired mate is?”

Amy sucked in a breath. “What are you saying?” She thought about her friend Saige. When she’d eloped with Isaac, the connection between the two of them had been palpable. Amy didn’t quite understand it when Saige first explained it to her. But I think I understand it now.

“Sentries can sense things about people. Emotions,” he said.

That means he can sense my arousal. God. Amy licked her lips nervously. Bruno stared at her, obviously waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath. “I know. Saige explained it to me. And she’s always been very intuitive, so I believed her, even though I didn’t understand. It’s easy to see how connected she is with Isaac, too.” She tilted her head, trying to ignore the heat of his body. She was so hot she ached, and trying to hold a rational conversation while she buzzed with need was proving difficult.

“We have the same kind of connection, Amy,” Bruno said, sliding a hand up to cup her cheek. “Can you feel it?” He kissed her gently.

Amy trembled. He thought she was meant for him? That they were meant for each other? “I don’t know.” She felt something, but lust had a way of confusing a person. She’d been down that road before.

Bruno lifted his head. “I can sense your emotions, Amy.”

Amy felt her skin flush hotter. If he could sense her emotions, he knew exactly how much she wanted him right now. “We don’t even know each other,” she said, wondering why she was arguing with him. Bruno Day had just kissed her! She had to be an idiot to keep protesting. I should just go for it. It’s not like I haven’t hooked up before, right? And he said he needed my help. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

Even as she thought that, she knew she was lying to herself. She’d had a thing for Bruno since the first press conference, when the Sentries had finally come out in the open and publicly explained who they were. She flexed her fingers against his muscles. He felt like a mountain: strong and immovable. “This isn’t how I expected my day to end,” she muttered, looking away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment. She couldn’t look away for long, though. Something compelled her to glance back up at him.

Day (Stronghold 4) Cover Reveal!

DAY is releasing soon!

Scroll down for a peek into the weeks right after DAWN (Stronghold 3), before Bruno Day meets his match in DAY (Stronghold 4).

 

Bruno Day knows the moment he sets eyes on Amy that he won’t be able to stay away from her, but he doesn’t want to drag her into his dangerous life—his duty is to save humanity. She may help them survive if he makes her his mate, but what if the price is her death?

Amy Roderick never expects Bruno Day to show up at her house and ask for her help. She’s just an ordinary person, and he’s the larger-than-life leader of the Sentries. What could she possibly do to help? And why are her instincts telling her they’re meant for each other?

Power and determination have kept them safe for years, but now Bruno and his brothers must face the ultimate battle: an alien swarm that could devour the entire planet. Everything depends on the decision of one young woman: will Amy follow her heart or sacrifice her life for duty?

*****

Coffeehouse Peek

Bruno stopped just inside the coffeehouse. “This is a bad idea.” The midmorning crowd filled the small space, and he winced as their emotions battered against his mental walls. Sometimes, being an empath was more of a liability than a gift.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m in desperate need of caffeine.” Isaac pushed past him into the crowd and got in line. Solomon followed.

“He didn’t even try to disguise his appearance,” Bruno muttered.

“You know how Isaac gets without his coffee in the morning.” Greyson scowled as he hung back at Bruno’s side.

Bruno jammed his baseball cap further down on his head. He usually wore a suit and tie in public, but today his worn jeans and leather jacket might keep him from being recognized. He saw people staring at Solomon and Isaac, but so far, he and Greyson seemed to be escaping attention. “We could have made our own coffee. We didn’t have to come here.”

“When Eva gets an idea in her head, it’s best to listen. They wanted to put together a picnic, and they took over the kitchen.” Greyson shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Isaac could have convinced Saige to let us—” Bruno broke off as Greyson laughed. His gruff younger brother rarely displayed that much emotion.

“You think any of us can argue with our paired mates? You are delusional.” Greyson’s eyes twinkled. “You’ll see.”

“I don’t think so.” Bruno frowned. He knew who his paired mate was, and he had no intention of dragging her into his life. “No woman deserves to wake up every day knowing that the entire world is watching her,” he told his brother. “Ah. Our brothers have been discovered.” He lifted an eyebrow at Greyson, watching Isaac and Solomon slowly back away from the counter as a cluster of young people accosted them. “We are next, you realize.”

Greyson sighed noisily. “Eva really wanted that latte I promised her.”

Bruno shrugged. “It’s not going to happen.”

“Oh my God! It’s Bruno Day,” a girl screamed, grabbing her friend’s arm. “Holy crap, he’s wearing leather,” she added, voice rising.

Greyson winced. “You should have worn a ski mask over your face, not that stupid cap.” He stepped behind Bruno as if to hide.

“Coward.” Bruno removed his hat as the girls rushed towards them. He ran his hands through his hair and straightened his shoulders. It wouldn’t do to appear anything less than supremely in control of himself.

“I’m going to slip out the back,” Greyson said.

“Don’t you dare,” Bruno replied, grabbing his arm. His brothers thought they could wander around in public with impunity, but he knew better. A practiced smile slid over his face. “Smile, Greyson. It is time to earn your pay.”

“You don’t pay me,” Greyson said, but he stepped forward to help.

“This is also part of our job,” Bruno told him.

“When you meet your woman, I’m going to tell her you are a cruel man,” Greyson said.

“You seem very sure that I am going to meet someone,” Bruno signed the notebook one of the girls thrust at him, then posed for a selfie.

“It happened to me, and you know how long I fought it,” Greyson replied. “Fate is a stubborn mistress.”

Bruno glanced at his brother. Greyson tried to stare him down, but Bruno had centuries of practice at looking inscrutable. The only way he would ever claim the woman he knew was destined to be his was if the fate of the entire world was at stake. “Fate can be fooled,” he finally said.

Greyson frowned, but he looked away. Bruno signed another notebook. He smiled for another selfie. He very carefully did not think about the woman he’d spent his entire life ensuring he would never have to meet.

DAWN (Stronghold 3) Cover Reveal!

Releasing June 9, 2017!

Erotic Romance (MF), May/Dec, New Adult, Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Suspense

Saige Ellis can spot a liar from a hundred yards away, and she knows her history professor is bad news. She hates the way he hides behind his stupid sunglasses and beard. She hates the way his ridiculously perfect body makes her feel. When he asks her to stay after class, she asks him what he’s trying to prove.

Isaac Dawn hates having to hide his identity, but it’s the only way he can get close to Saige without tipping everyone off about his identity as a Sentry. He knows she’s his perfect match, but she’s skittish and angry, and for good reason—her abusive father has been stalking her for years. When he asks her to give him a chance, Saige demands the truth, and he blows it.

However, when murderous aliens are real, and a mysterious shadow follows Saige home, is her demand for honesty worth her life? Can she accept Isaac’s help without losing herself?

 

A Warlock’s Surprise – Release Day!

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What happens when a friends-to-lovers romance leads to magic?

Gay Romance, Paranormal, Humor, Mpreg
Word Count: 20,710

Leo thinks asking his soul-splice mate to marry him will be easy, but Dakota says no, again and again. When he finally capitulates, Leo believes happy ever after is in the cards, but Dakota isn’t feeling well, and meddling family members hijack their plans. Neither warlock wants the drama of a large ceremony, but the Conclave gets its way. Witches always do, after all.

When the eventful day arrives, neither man expects their old enemy to raise a demon from Hell to ruin their wedding. Witches can’t stand up to a demon, so the newly wed warlocks must save the day, but not before a surprise revelation leaves Dakota reeling.

Can Leo and Dakota survive a demon, witches, and a grandma intent on embarrassing them both as much as possible? Sadly, even magic can’t guarantee a happy ending…

 

Teaser Excerpt:

Leo opened the box, took the ring out, and grabbed Dakota’s left wrist. “Put the damn thing on and shut up about it.” He pushed the metal onto Dakota’s ring finger with one swift motion.

Dakota snatched his hand away like a man burned, but it was too late. “Well, shit.” He stared down at his hand. The ring looked good. He liked it. “Fuck you, Leo,” he swore, closing his fingers into a fist. His heart gave a happy thump, but he was careful not to show that on his face.

Leo laughed. “I don’t see you taking it off.”

Dakota hunched his shoulders. “It’s too late now.” He didn’t really want to take it off. He wanted to marry Leo. You are an idiot, he told himself, thinking of his mother and his aunts, and his grandmother. His balls tried to crawl up into his body when he considered just how crazy the Conclave was going to be over this. “You know, there hasn’t been a warlock marriage in five centuries.” He ran his thumb along the ring. His skin tingled. His power liked the outward manifestation of their soul-splice, dammit it all to hell.

“You worry about the Conclave far too much, Dakota.” Leo grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him down the rocky trail. “They’re our family, you know. They’re not going to do anything drastic to us.” He laughed. “They helped us deal with your crazy boss. And they were happy that we got together. You need to let go of this irrational fear of your female relatives.”

Dakota scoffed. “Just you wait, Leo. Tuxes. And flowers. And probably a giant reception with witches from all over the world attending…” He trailed off as visions of seating arrangements rushed through his brain. “My God, it’s going to be a train wreck.” Even the warm weight of the ring on his finger couldn’t comfort him in the face of such a horror.

“Enough.” Leo dragged him up to a tree and pushed him against it. “I’m not really into public exhibition, but I can tell nothing else is going to shut you up,” he muttered.

“What are you—” Dakota broke off as Leo went to his knees, fingers already unfastening his jeans. “Leo, stop that. I’m not in the mood.” Dakota pushed his lover’s hands away, but Leo growled. Dakota’s dick twitched. I’m so fucked, he thought, shivering as Leo nuzzled into the open fly of his pants. Warm breath washed over his balls. “Fuck.” He banged his head on the tree as his cock went from soft and uninterested to hard-as-hell in less than a second.

“No time for that right now,” Leo said, mouthing along Dakota’s dick. “This is going to be quick and dirty.” He looked up, green eyes glimmering with energy. Sparks flared along his skin.

Dakota shoved the heel of his hand into his mouth and bit down, hoping the pain would help him keep his cool. It didn’t work. The moment Leo sucked the tip of his erection into his hot mouth, Dakota moaned. “Oh my God.” He glanced around the forest. He’d thought someone witnessing Leo’s proposal was bad, but this? This was worse. A lot worse.

Not that I’m going to stop him.

“Shh.” Leo licked along the underside, nibbling down the thick vein. “You taste good,” he murmured, kissing at the root.

Dakota shivered. “Anyone might come down the trail. Dammit, Leo.” He tried to make himself draw Leo to his feet, but he couldn’t. He wanted Leo to blow him in the middle of a very public walking trail. He licked his lips. “Suck me. Do it fast.”

 

A Warlock’s Surprise – cover reveal!

 A WARLOCK’S SURPRISE is releasing January 30, 2017!

What happens when a friends-to-lovers romance leads to magic?

Gay Romance, Paranormal, Humor
Word Count: 20,00

Leo thinks asking his soul-splice mate to marry him will be easy, but Dakota says no, again and again. When he finally capitulates, Leo believes happy ever after is in the cards, but Dakota isn’t feeling well, and meddling family members hijack their plans. Neither warlock wants the drama of a large ceremony, but the Conclave gets its way. Witches always do, after all.

When the eventful day arrives, neither man expects their old enemy to raise a demon from Hell to ruin their wedding. Witches can’t stand up to a demon, so the newly wed warlocks must save the day, but not before a surprise revelation leaves Dakota reeling.

Can Leo and Dakota survive a demon, witches, and a grandma intent on embarrassing them both as much as possible? Sadly, even magic can’t guarantee a happy ending…

 

Teaser Excerpt:

Leo opened the box, took the ring out, and grabbed Dakota’s left wrist. “Put the damn thing on and shut up about it.” He pushed the metal onto Dakota’s ring finger with one swift motion.

Dakota snatched his hand away like a man burned, but it was too late. “Well, shit.” He stared down at his hand. The ring looked good. He liked it. “Fuck you, Leo,” he swore, closing his fingers into a fist. His heart gave a happy thump, but he was careful not to show that on his face.

Leo laughed. “I don’t see you taking it off.”

Dakota hunched his shoulders. “It’s too late now.” He didn’t really want to take it off. He wanted to marry Leo. You are an idiot, he told himself, thinking of his mother and his aunts, and his grandmother. His balls tried to crawl up into his body when he considered just how crazy the Conclave was going to be over this. “You know, there hasn’t been a warlock marriage in five centuries.” He ran his thumb along the ring. His skin tingled. His power liked the outward manifestation of their soul-splice, dammit it all to hell.

“You worry about the Conclave far too much, Dakota.” Leo grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him down the rocky trail. “They’re our family, you know. They’re not going to do anything drastic to us.” He laughed. “They helped us deal with your crazy boss. And they were happy that we got together. You need to let go of this irrational fear of your female relatives.”

Dakota scoffed. “Just you wait, Leo. Tuxes. And flowers. And probably a giant reception with witches from all over the world attending…” He trailed off as visions of seating arrangements rushed through his brain. “My God, it’s going to be a train wreck.” Even the warm weight of the ring on his finger couldn’t comfort him in the face of such a horror.

“Enough.” Leo dragged him up to a tree and pushed him against it. “I’m not really into public exhibition, but I can tell nothing else is going to shut you up,” he muttered.

“What are you—” Dakota broke off as Leo went to his knees, fingers already unfastening his jeans. “Leo, stop that. I’m not in the mood.” Dakota pushed his lover’s hands away, but Leo growled. Dakota’s dick twitched. I’m so fucked, he thought, shivering as Leo nuzzled into the open fly of his pants. Warm breath washed over his balls. “Fuck.” He banged his head on the tree as his cock went from soft and uninterested to hard-as-hell in less than a second.

“No time for that right now,” Leo said, mouthing along Dakota’s dick. “This is going to be quick and dirty.” He looked up, green eyes glimmering with energy. Sparks flared along his skin.

Dakota shoved the heel of his hand into his mouth and bit down, hoping the pain would help him keep his cool. It didn’t work. The moment Leo sucked the tip of his erection into his hot mouth, Dakota moaned. “Oh my God.” He glanced around the forest. He’d thought someone witnessing Leo’s proposal was bad, but this? This was worse. A lot worse.

Not that I’m going to stop him.

“Shh.” Leo licked along the underside, nibbling down the thick vein. “You taste good,” he murmured, kissing at the root.

Dakota shivered. “Anyone might come down the trail. Dammit, Leo.” He tried to make himself draw Leo to his feet, but he couldn’t. He wanted Leo to blow him in the middle of a very public walking trail. He licked his lips. “Suck me. Do it fast.”

 

Caged Killer #CoverReveal!

CAGED KILLER — June 15!

Contemporary, Gay Erotic Romance (MM), Romantic Suspense, Dark Romance
Word Count: 30,200
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here for an excerpt.

Knox is a killer hired to catch a thief: what happens when the thief catches the assassin instead, and chains him up? Nothing good. Nothing … sane.

Knox Calvin has spent his life repressing his sexuality. When Mick Lannon picks at his carefully constructed mental cage with a knife, he isn’t prepared for the fallout. Unfortunately, Knox isn’t the kind of man who can be bound for long, and Mick has his own demons to wrestle into submission. When Mick’s vendetta against his aunt’s killer spirals into all out war, Knox escapes to watch the carnage from a distance.

Mick likes his sex casual, his partners breathing, and doesn’t much care about anything else. Knox wasn’t interested in sex at all until Mick shackled him to a wall. What happens when one moment’s slip into darkness wakes up the monster in both men?

 

***Dark Romance***

Alpha Shaman – Bad Oak Boys 2 – cover reveal!

Bad Oak Boys 2 is out on December 30, 2015!

Gay Romance, Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 55,800
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

The world isn’t ready for a rock star werewolf, but Josh Oakley can’t stop biology. When his brother sends sexy wolf shaman Gerwulf to help him, instinct is too mild a word for how he feels. Gerwulf calls to his animal in a way that defies logic.

Gerwulf knows Josh is his mate the moment they meet, but he doesn’t like guys and he doesn’t intend to bond with anyone. He’ll help the musician control his wolf, but getting too close isn’t his intention. Besides, he wouldn’t know what to do with a man in his bed.

Of course, shifters can’t dodge fate—a crisis forces Josh and Gerwulf to accept their connection just in time to save Forst Pack from an old enemy. When biology ties them together beyond even a mating bond, will they be able to move past their fear and into a future that holds more than they ever expected?

***MPREG***

Story Excerpt:

Josh needed to taste Gerwulf, right the fuck now. He’d gone from confusion over his intense attraction to this wolf and straight into need. It felt right to desire this man. It felt like that unattainable connection he’d been searching for, all through the years of writing love songs and fucking random men and women on the road. “I’m going to kiss you, Gerwulf. You don’t get to say no.” His wolf growled, wanting him to get on with it. Mate.

Gerwulf stared at him, eyes dark as old whiskey. “You shouldn’t be doing this, especially not now. Your instinct to shift is confusing your libido.” He reached out and grabbed Josh’s arms, pressing his fingers into his skin as if he was afraid Josh was going to take off.

Confusing me? As if. I’m not the one hanging on for dear life. This guy is mine, even if he doesn’t realize it yet. Josh let himself enjoy the pain of the Shaman’s grip. He hadn’t expected to feel attraction like this, ever. Hell, he hadn’t expected to shift into a wolf either, but the moment Gerwulf showed up at his door, his desire for both things had grown stronger and stronger. “Your hands tell me a different story, Gerwulf.” He moved in and pressed his aching cock right into the Shaman’s hip. The man was built solid. Josh ground against him, desperate to feel a response.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Gerwulf said, voice cracking on the last word. His fingers flexed on Josh’s biceps. A minute tremble told Josh the Shaman wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to appear. Instead of pushing him away, Gerwulf pulled him closer.

Josh smiled, all teeth. “I’m going to shift, I promise you, but you need to let me in first.” He inhaled, savoring the warm spice scent that drifted from Gerwulf’s skin. “You smell fucking fantastic.” He leaned in and put his lips on Gerwulf’s neck. God, he wanted to bite him. Was this what it had been like for his brother? Maybe being a wolf wouldn’t be so bad.

Gerwulf trembled and dug his fingers into Josh’s arms. “I’m a Shaman. I’ll be Forst Pack’s Alpha-Shaman someday. Your wolf recognizes my power. That’s all this is.”

My cock recognizes your extreme sexiness. Josh laughed, going along with Gerwulf’s delusion that he was doing this because of some paranormal status woo-woo. “Yeah, whatever.”

Gerwulf opened his legs slightly, slotting them together more closely. “You don’t understand what’s happening.” He sounded disturbed.

Josh forced himself to lean back. He wanted to take a bite out of this man, God help him, but he didn’t want to hurt him. “You’ve never been with a guy before, have you?”

“What?” Gerwulf’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “How did you know that?” He moved his hands to Josh’s wrists, trapping his arms against his flanks, as if that would hold him off. “Not that it matters. That’s not what this is about.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think.” Josh leaned in again, nosing along Gerwulf’s jaw. He took his time. This particular moment would never happen again. “We have the same plumbing. The same needs.” He wanted their first kiss to be explosive. He shoved down the niggling worry in his mind that told him he’d forgotten something extremely important. His wolf was happy. His dick was happy. Gerwulf wasn’t pulling away. What could be wrong? He’d deal with the shifting problem later. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, Gerwulf. It’s not like we’re getting married.”

“You have no idea what kind of fire you’re playing with,” Gerwulf said, hips jerking slightly. His erection, still trapped in his pants, slid across Josh’s nude cock, making them both moan.

“You’re playing with the same flame, Shaman,” Josh said, once he’d gotten control of his voice back. His dick had never before been so hard just from light foreplay.

Gerwulf flushed. “Nothing about this is normal.”

Josh groaned. “You’re sexy and hot. This is perfectly normal. You may not have fucked a man before, but I have. I’m bi and totally fine with it.” He paused. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“For Christ’s sake.” Gerwulf let out an explosive breath. “This has everything to do with you being a wolf, Josh. Listen to me.” He shook Josh slightly. “I’m an Alpha-Shaman. You’re a Beta. Our wolves are confusing power and status with sex.”

Josh blinked, trying to force his arousal-soaked brain to function. “You think I want you because you’re a Shaman?” He chuckled. “No.”

“Yes,” Gerwulf insisted.

His mouth says one thing, but his body says another. Josh wrestled with himself. He would not force Gerwulf to do anything he truly didn’t want to do, despite what he’d said. But I want one good kiss before I step away.

“Fuck this.” He leaned in and kissed Gerwulf. Immediately, the Shaman opened his mouth, letting Josh’s tongue inside. “Christ, you taste like the forest,” Josh said, shuddering. He suckled Gerwulf’s bottom lip, then dove in again. “I can’t get enough of you.” His mind felt white-hot and crazy, with his wolf howling and growling. His cock was so stiff it hurt. He wanted to take Gerwulf up against the wall. He wanted to bite him and mark him and not look back.