by B. J. McCall
Holiday Howlz: Canine Call
B.J. McCall
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Holiday Howlz: Canine Call
B.J. McCall
Attus Tratt commands Red Alpha Base, a paranormal military group. He has ultra-sensitive hearing and during each full moon his nights are tortured by the nocturnal, erotic screams of Jynx Islin. She’s beautiful and sexy and her vocal climaxes are driving Attus crazy.
Jynx is a werewolf, an expert tracker, and she’s in love with a human. She longs for Attus and when the moon is full she reaches out to her handsome commander the only way possible — through his exceptional hearing. Each gasp, groan, growl and scream is just for him.
A rescue mission brings them together on a full moon Christmas and Attus must answer Jynx’s canine call.
Chapter One
Red Alpha Base, Northern California, 2079
A sensual, nocturnal howl shattered Unit Leader Attus Tratt’s slumber, bringing him out of his bed and to full alert. Recognizing the source of the erotic cry, his heart slammed against his chest wall and his blood heated.
It wasn’t the first time Attus had heard Jynx Islin climax, and that ball-grabbing call that had awakened him wouldn’t be her last. Not while the moon was full. For the first time in his life Attus wished he were stone deaf.
Born blind, Attus’ ultra-exceptional hearing served as his conduit to a dark world. At fourteen years of age, computerized implants in his eyes had given him extraordinary day and night vision and when desired Attus had the capability of shuttering the lens.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to shut off his acute hearing.
Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and running shoes, Attus left his quarters and began the two-mile jog around the perimeter of Red Alpha Base. His shoes slapping the pavement, Attus wondered how many miles he’d have to run before Jynx satisfied her sensual needs.
Attus wished he were the source of Jynx’s satisfaction, his mouth, his hands and his cock pleasuring her magnificent body.
He’d seen Jynx naked once, and the image of her standing in the sudden summer downpour, droplets clinging to her lashes and lips, long hair plastered to her wet skin and rivulets of water streaming over her breasts and down her belly to the triangle of curls between her legs remained forever seared in his memory.
The look she’d given him, the desire reflected in her silvery eyes had the capacity to heat his blood to boiling.
As Attus passed a security post, a winged creature swooped over him and landed on a nearby post. Bright yellow eyes focused on him.
“Good evening, UL.”
“‘Evening, Boxley,” Attus said.
The owl flew away and Attus continued running. As the unit leader he was responsible for an elite paranormal special ops group unlike any ever assembled. Every soldier assigned to this facility had a unique gift. A shapeshifter capable of taking avian forms, Boxley was an excellent night sentry and accustomed to Attus’ nighttime jogs.
He’d rather run for miles than lie in bed and listen to Jynx’s provocative canine call.
On a night like this when the moon was full, the werewolves in his unit were always sexually active. Attus had learned to accept the noisy lycan coupling that came with every full moon phase, but the addition of Jynx to the team had changed everything. Her screams of pleasure knifed him right in the balls.
Coming from the base’s pleasure center, her climatic howls were solitary. Several pleasure bots were available and Jynx used them on a regular basis. Attus longed to hear her scream firsthand, but sex between the unit leader and team members was forbidden.
The remote location of the base and the dangerous missions bonded the team both mentally and physically.
Jynx’s breathy gasps beat at Attus’ ears, the erotic cadence forcing him to lengthen his stride.
Her gasps came quicker, compelling him to push the pace. If his feelings were driven purely by lust, Attus would work through these moon phases and eventually his desire would wane. But Jynx had gotten under his skin and into his heart. He’d fallen for a she-wolf, an exotic shapeshifter.
Would a beauty like Jynx want a human for a mate? He’d seen her interact with other lycan soldiers. The werewolves had a special bond and Attus would always be an outsider.
Another sensual cry called to Attus, spearing him to the core. Despite the sweat trickling down his spine and the grueling pace, his body reacted. He changed course and headed for the pleasure center.
Drenched in sweat, he leaned against the entrance and caught his breath. Inside the center were eight rooms, each outfitted with a pleasure bot, four males and four females, and a variety of sex toys.
Only one room was occupied; Jynx was with a male bot.
His blood running hot, Attus chose a room.
The blonde female pleasure bot greeted him. “Good evening, UL.”
“Good evening, Number Four.”
Although the rooms were well insulated for privacy, Jynx’s sensual gasps filled his ears.
“Thank you for visiting me.”
Attus removed his shoes and sweatpants.
The bot’s eyes focused on his throbbing erection. “How may I fulfill your desires?”
“Position, wolf style. Shut down audio,” he said, ordering the bot to remain silent during the session. He didn’t need a programmed response. He had Jynx’s erotic calls to fulfill him.
The bot climbed on the bed, waiting on all fours with her ass high.
Attus climbed behind her. Fisting his aching cock, he placed the head at the moist entrance of the bot’s pussy. Warm gel walls formed to his size and length, providing maximum pleasure.
Instead of resisting Jynx’s erotic resonance, Attus let it guide him. He thrust. Jynx moaned. Each buck of his hips was countered by her sexy sigh or soft whimper.
He grasped the bot’s hips, pretending he held Jynx. Thrusting deep, he imagined the hot, wet walls surrounding his cock were Jynx’s.
Sharp gasps and soft cries answered each thrust, setting the rhythm. Wrapping a length of long blonde hair around his hand, Attus pushed deeper and thrust faster.
Skin glided and slapped. His balls tightened, the pressure building with Jynx’s verbal demands.
“Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Jynx’s words beat at his ears.
Visualizing Jynx and ready to explode, Attus dug his fingers into the bot’s hips and pounding his cock into her hot gel pussy. The air heated, burning his lungs and dewing his skin.
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bsp; Jynx screamed, her keening cry igniting his release. Shaking, Attus came in thick, hot spurts.
Chest heaving, Attus gulped air. In another room, a similar, but softer gasping for air joined his. During the session, he’d become so in sync with Jynx, Attus had forgotten he was with a bot. Relaxed and satisfied, Attus climbed out of bed. The session was the next best thing to sex with Jynx. Making love with her would be the absolute best thing, but wishful thinking led to misery and heartache.
Hearing the opening and closing of a door. Attus grabbed his sweats off the floor and pulled them on. “Thank you, Number Four. Audio on.”
“Goodnight, UL,” the bot said before stepping into a cleansing tube to prepare for her next session.
Attus stuffed his feet into his running shoes and left the pleasure center. In the moonlight, he spotted a white wolf loping across the compound.
Chapter Two
Forty-eight hours until Christmas, the rising winter moon was full, the days short and the nights long and lonely for Jynx Islin.
Handsome and hot, Unit Leader Tratt had made her life at Red Alpha Base both miserable and wonderful. Jynx loved the work and she’d fallen for her sexy boss, but he maintained a respectful distance between himself and the team.
Love sucks, thought Jynx as she trotted to the pleasure center where Number Five and his mechanical cock provided nightly relief. Just like the moon pulled and tugged at the Earth creating the tides, it affected Jynx’s libido. And being in love only exacerbated her lycan needs. Without the pleasure center, she would have gone mad.
Several of her werewolf teammates had offered their services, but she’d declined. Pleasure bots had the necessary physical parts and Jynx’s imagination did the rest. Her favorite bot was Number Five. Like UL, the bot’s physique was muscular but lean, and his hair was straight and dark. She’d pre-programmed Number Five’s eye color to a unique sea green, the exact shade as UL’s, for the duration of the session.
Her training had taught Jynx to use her natural talents and to make use of her teammates’ abilities when confronting a problem or executing a mission. Unable to verbalize her feelings face-to-face, Jynx ramped up her wolf howl to a pitch meant for one pair of ears. Maybe one day UL would break discipline and answer her canine call.
So close to Christmas, the base ran on a skeleton crew and the pleasure center was deserted. Jynx shifted, fur retracting into skin, paws changing to hands and feet, body reforming and features reshaping to human form.
Dog tags dangling from a strap hanging around her neck, she opened the door. “Good evening. Number Five.”
“Good evening, Specialist Islin.” The bots eyes changed color from blue to sea green. “Thank you for visiting me tonight. How may I fulfill your desires?”
The bots were polite, a refreshing change from the majority of her male counterparts who treated Jynx as an equal, which meant they didn’t watch their mouths or refrain from sharing noisy bodily functions. The UL was direct but respectful, never crude. Maybe that was why Jynx found it easy to pretend Number Five was her sexy boss. “No change, repeat last program.”
The bot’s cock swelled and stretched to her pre-programmed specifications. Jynx hadn’t seen UL’s cock so she had to guess. Number Five wouldn’t mimic human male mating sounds during the session, but he’d respond to her verbal instructions.
Jynx stretched out on the bed and the bot positioned his shoulders beneath her spread thighs. Number Five slid his long tongue along her slit, the tip teasing her flesh with slow strokes, then circling her clit.
Unable to share her physical passion with UL, Jynx reached out to him audibly. “Yeowwww.”
Five plunged his tongue deep inside her pussy, thrusting in and out until she trembled and let loose with a high-pitched cry. Five captured her clit between his perfect lips and suckled.
Jynx grasped him by the hair, twining her fingers through the silky strands.
Suck me, Attus. Make me scream.
“Eieeeeee.”
Five slipped a finger into her pussy, fucking her. Her pussy was creaming, and the bot added a second finger, stretching her wet, quivering flesh to accommodate his long appendages.
Her breath came in fast gasps of pleasure as the bot worked his magic, the rhythm of fingers, lips and tongue in a programmed erotic symphony. The crescendo brought instant relief and a flush of heat spread over her skin, dewing the valley between her breasts and slicking her belly.
The bot lifted his head and opened his eyes.
“Very good, Number Five.”
Five removed his fingers and sat on the edge of the bed. Grasping the bot’s broad shoulders, Jynx straddled his lap and positioned the broad head of his cock at the entrance of her moist, ready pussy.
Looking into the bot’s amazing green eyes, Jynx pretended he was UL. Bouncing her hips, she moaned as the thick, hot gel cock filled her.
Controlling the pleasure, Jynx rode Five’s hard cock. Rising and falling, she undulated her hips, impaling herself again and again.
Crying out, she moved her hips faster, pounding flesh against the slick, formed gel. “Fuck me,” she screamed.
Fuck me, Attus.
The bot’s hips bucked, matching her wild rhythm. Her gaze locked on green eyes, Jynx clamped down on the thick cock inside her.
I love you, Attus.
Keening, she climaxed.
Her pussy still quivering from the climax, Jynx climbed off the bot’s lap. Although she’d climaxed twice, Jynx ached for more. Number Five had an always-ready cock, but the best program in the universe lost when compared to the real thing. If one wanted mindless sex, Number Five was just the ticket.
But Jynx wanted to love and to be loved. Damn you, Attus.
“Thank you, Number Five. I enjoyed my visit.”
Five stood. “Please visit me again, Specialist Islin.”
Jynx stepped outside into the moonlight. Despite the cold night air, she lifted her face to the moon.
“Specialist Islin.”
Recognizing his voice, Jynx snapped her head around, lifted her hand in salute and focused on the man standing in the shadows. “Good evening, sir.”
His green eyes glittered in the moonlight, his gaze flicking over her. “At ease.”
Given the number of shifters in the unit, nakedness wasn’t uncommon, but Jynx heard the quick intake of his breath. “We have a mission requiring your tracking skills,” he said. “Chopper’s moving out in fifteen. I’ll brief you when we’re underway.”
“How did you know where to find me?” Jynx asked, aware of UL’s hearing abilities. Would he admit he’d heard her high-pitched lycan howls?
A smile curving his lips, he pointed at the full moon. Then he turned and walked away.
Chapter Three
Attus stood beside the chopper’s open door watching Jynx walk toward him. Dressed in brown camouflage fatigues, she carried a pack slung over one shoulder.
The vision of her naked body bathed in moonlight was burned into his visual memory bank. Capable of retrieving a snapshot of anything he’d observed, Attus had taken a quick peek while he’d waited. Her platinum blonde hair and pale skin had gleamed in the moonlight, the curves and hollows of her body an erotic play of light and shadow.
She tossed her pack into the chopper and climbed inside. Attus noticed she’d braided her long hair. He jumped in behind her and closed the door.
They took seats opposite one another, securing restraints and adjusting headsets. In the capable hands of a robot pilot, the chopper lifted off.
“Only the two of us?” she asked.
Despite the noise of the jet rotors, Attus didn’t need the headset to hear, but it was necessary for communication with the pilot and with Jynx. “A five-year-old boy is missing in the national forest. His name is Charlie Meyer.”
The only light in the chopper’s interior was a red, low-level light. Attus adjusted his vision to see Jynx clearly in the dim light. She licked her lips, the action causing tiny pulse
s deep in his groin.
“The family was on an annual Christmas vacation, renting a cabin at Snow Ridge. It appears the boy wandered away from the cabin. Search teams have been looking for hours, but so far nothing.”
“How’s the weather?” Jynx asked.
“The temperature is dropping and a storm is coming in from the north. I’ve downloaded a topographical map into my vision computer. The terrain is rugged, the elevation around six thousand feet. Charlie might have taken off in any direction. We have an advantage over the search team, my night vision and your tracking skills.
“I received a call from the local sheriff, Mika Stone. He’s ex-special ops and he and I were stationed together a couple of years ago before I joined the Paranormal Unit. Mika’s as good as they get, but he needs help. We’ve got to find Charlie tonight.”
“Is this mission off the books?”
“The General has approved the mission, but the press can’t get wind of our presence.”
The Paranormal Units operated under the cloak of secrecy, reporting directly to the Joint Chiefs and the President.
“Sheriff Stone will escort us into the area. Once we find the boy, we’ll turn him over to the sheriff. The locals will take credit for the rescue.”
Upon landing, they were picked up by Sheriff Stone and driven to an unoccupied cabin a short distance from the one rented by the Meyer family. The cabin would serve as their base of operations during the duration of their stay in Snow Ridge.
As soon as the sheriff left to rejoin the official search, Attus changed into a hooded thermal-regulated skinsuit, heat-generating gel vest and waterproof hiking boots.
Jynx quickly slipped out of her clothes and shifted into a white wolf. Although Attus had witnessed transformations, watching Jynx changed form stole his breath. The air seemed to ripple as her skin turned to white fur and the shape of her head and face morphed into that of a wolf.
She sat back on her haunches and stared at him.