“I gotta do a little work,” he said, poking his head into the kitchen. He felt ridiculous when he went into his bedroom and fired up his laptop.
He looked up werewolves and, to his astonishment, saw that there were many similarities between them and Ludo. They had hairs sprouting from open wounds. Check. Bristles under the tongue. Well, no. Only in his sex dream.
He Googled maned wolves and saw that their favorite food in the wild was chicken and tomatoes. It was…shit. It was a coincidence. Werewolves were a fantasy. Shit. Weren’t they?
Cavan was quiet over dinner, aware of Ludo’s worried gaze. Alone in his bedroom that night with the man, he finally broached the subject.
“Are you a werewolf?” he asked, realizing how crazy he sounded. He might be about to lose the best man he’d ever met. What he hadn’t been prepared for was the single word response…
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
“How? How? When?” Cavan paced the room.
Ludo sat on the bed, looking miserable.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to tell you.” Tears flew down his face. “I was so scared of losing you. That’s why I leave our bed. At sunrise, only at certain times of the lunar calendar, I turn. I become the wolf. In the hospital…you have no idea. I had to hide in the bathroom until I turned back again. I hid in a storeroom once. Cavan, I don’t want to lose you,” he said again.
“How did it happen?”
“I took a swim one day.” Ludo looked woebegone.
“Wait…you mentioned this swim in the hospital.”
Ludo nodded. “It was a prank. A stupid prank. It was several years ago. There’s a lake in Argentina. People said that if you hung your clothes on a certain ash tree and swam across the lake, you would turn into a wolf. Only two of us tried it. We thought nothing happened…but it did. We turned into werewolves the next full moon. It’s been hell. Until I met you.”
Cavan couldn’t believe his ears. “So…you’re like this…forever?”
“Oh, no. It’s a curse. One that’s easily remedied. On the condition that I don’t attack a single human being for nine years, I am free to swim back across the lake to regain my full human form.”
“When are the nine years up?”
“In two years.”
“So your mother knows you’re a wolf. That’s the condition she hates.”
Ludo shook his head. “No. She loves the wolf. He’s made her money. She sold me to a businessman who took me to New York and made me his sex slave. As a wolf I haven’t known kindness until I met you.”
Cavan didn’t know what to say. He had so many questions. Ludo was ashamed of the things that had been done to him.
“The story that I can never tell a court…or another living soul, is that Luke Masterson beat, rape and tortured me because I refused to bite him. I wouldn’t turn him. I can’t. Not now that I’m so close to this nightmare being over.”
Cavan dropped down to his knees, reaching for him, and held him.
“God help me, I love you. I can’t give you up.”
“Oh God, I love you, too!”
They began to kiss, falling to the floor.
“You were in my room, weren’t you? Fucking me in your wolf form?”
Ludo stared up at him, his eyes swimming with tears.
“Only in my dreams. You mean…you had it, too?”
“Yes. I could have sworn you were here. You left hairs. I want to see you in wolf form.”
“Hold me long enough and you will.”
“I won’t leave you, but Jesus, Ludo, how do I keep you safe from these assholes who want to hurt you?”
Ludo shook his head, looking up at the moonlit sky. “I don’t know.”
“We can go away. I know…I have a farm in Oregon. I can keep you safe and—”
“No. I’ve been running too long.”
“I won’t let anybody hurt you anymore.” Cavan clamped a kiss on the man’s lips.
Ludo kissed him back, but there was no lovemaking that night. Cavan had questions and Ludo answered them. They fell asleep on the floor, getting back on the bed, atop the covers. Cavan plotted and worried. How would he keep Vince and any other self-appointed bounty hunter away from Ludo?
He would find a way. Around dawn, Ludo stirred in his arms. He wept hot tears when Cavan wouldn’t let him leave.
“I want to see my wolf,” he said, unprepared for the pain Ludo seemed to go through as his limbs and face elongated. He let out a cry as his teeth changed, as his eyes grew yellow and glowing.
“Fuck, I love my wolf,” Cavan breathed.
“You…love me?” Ludo’s big, hairy paws touched his body, his tongue protruding from his massive mouth. His face dropped down and he licked Cavan’s cock. Holy shit! He was getting head from a wolf.
Ludo howled. Cavan worried it would awaken his mother but he was too far gone to stop. Ludo suckled him, the sensation of the bristled tongue and the big teeth trying not to scrape his sensitive skin, too much. He came, his liquid fire splashing his lover’s face and chest.
The grunting sound Ludo made turned him on. His cock…his beautiful, fleshy cock, even bigger than when he was in human form jutted at his open thighs. He longed for that wolf cock in him, the burst of pain followed by acres of pleasure as Ludo fucked him the way he had in the dream. His legs closed around the muscular, hairy thighs rippling in their effort to bring him such deep bliss.
He held on tight to the big body rutting into him. As he came, hard and fast between their bodies, Cavan Carmichael could think only one thing.
Thank God I love a wolf that’s tame.
About the Author
A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. AJ has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste-test every cup cake in the universe to produce almost 200 published gay erotic romance novels. A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.
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