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by J. L. Langley
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Sometimes love just catches you by the tailā?¦ Chayton Winston is a veterinarian. He is also a werewolf. Much to his Native American parents chagrin, he has always dreamed of a fair-haired, Caucasian mate. However, he never imagined his mate would be male. As a heterosexual man, he's not quite sure what to do with a male mate, but more than willing to find out. Keaton Reynolds wakes up, in wolf form, and finds himself with a mate. He's instantly attracted, but not so thrilled to find out the man is straight. Having been in a relationship once before where his partner professed to be "Not gay" left a bad taste in his mouth. Keaton wants to make a break for it and pretend he never set eyes on Chay--but Chay is not ready to let him go. Together the two work to solidify their shaky relationship and battle the prejudices against homosexuals. Chay must deal with not only his mother's prejudices against gay men but also her hatred of white people. When a power struggle in Keaton's pack threatens Keaton's life, the two men learn to depend on one another and their relationship to get them through it. Product Warnings Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, violence and hot man-love.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2006
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010
45 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [320 KB]
Reading time: 205-287 min.
Keaton blinked his eyes open. He lay in the backseat of a car...no, it was bigger than a car. A truck. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position. Ouch. His head ached something fierce... Oh yeah. He'd been shot.
"You're awake. Hang on a few more minutes, Little Bit, and I'll get you inside so you can shift."
Keaton's head snapped up--ouch--at the deep sexy voice. Little Bit? Who in the...? The man had a gorgeous head of black hair, high cheekbones and a tanned complexion. He was obviously Native American and fairly young but that was all Keaton could see from his point of view. He raised his snout and sniffed, trying to see if the man's scent seemed familiar, and damn if his cock didn't throb. Good God Almighty, what a wonderful scent. The butterflies got worse. Even so, he discerned that the man was a wolf and that he definitely didn't know him.
He dropped his head back down on the seat and relaxed. Apparently, he wasn't in any danger. This man must have rescued him.
This was Keaton's first full moon here in his new home and he hadn't even met the local pack yet. Maybe he should have made more of an effort so he could've hunted in a protected area. He knew the rules. He'd stayed out of the pack's marked territory. At least he'd managed to hunt on the unmarked pack land so someone had been able to rescue him.
The truck stopped. The man cut the ignition and turned around to face him. If Keaton had been in human form he'd have gasped, but as a wolf it came out as more of a whine.
The man was gorgeous. Big eyes--probably brown--and full lips, high cheekbones and his smile... Keaton blinked. Good lord, he'd been rescued by a walking wet dream. He'd always had a thing for tall, dark and handsome men.
"I knew you'd have blue eyes." The man stopped smiling, his face becoming very serious. "We're here. Are you ready to go in?" He didn't wait for a response, instead he got out of the truck. He stayed away for about a minute then came back and opened the back door. "Okay, this is how we're going to do this. You're going to try and be very still and I'm going to be very careful and try not to jostle you around a lot." He unbuckled the seat belt and slid his hand underneath Keaton's side. Pulling him out gently, the man picked Keaton up and kicked the door shut. Thank God, his head ached so much he didn't even want to attempt walking. The man carried Keaton to a nice little ranch-style house. The door was open, so Keaton supposed that's where the man had disappeared to after he got out of the truck. He walked right in and laid Keaton, still wrapped in the blanket, on the floor then shut the front door.
Keaton lay there for a minute taking everything in, or trying to, he couldn't seem to get his eyes off the man. Tall and wide shouldered...and what a great ass. Keaton's cock twitched. The man's hair was a little longer than shoulder-length. It probably would have looked girly on another man, but with his obvious Native American features, it fit. It was sexy as hell.
The man turned, catching Keaton staring, and smiled. "Yeah, kinda weird, huh? You feel it too, right?"
What? Keaton cocked his head to the side automatically, and wished he hadn't. He had a headache from hell. But how did the man know how Keaton felt? Wait, if he felt it too, then it wasn't just the trauma of being shot. What did that mean? Keaton glanced down the man's body. Oh, he had a hard-on too. Keaton's heart began to pound at the sight.
"Why don't you go ahead and change so we can talk."
Keaton's gaze shot back to his face. He nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at getting caught checking the man out. Yeah, change...good idea. It'd probably stop his head from hurting too. But how in the heck was he going to hide his erection from this gorgeous man?
Keaton shifted, managing to keep his bottom half covered by the blanket. Fully human again, he sat up, prick still hard as stone, stomach still in knots and heart still pounding. He looked up at the man and suddenly it hit him. "Ohmigod. You're my mate."
My God, was right. Little Bit was absolutely the prettiest man Chay had ever seen. Although to call him a man might have been stretching it a bit. He looked legal, but barely. And it wasn't only his slim build that gave the impression of youth. His features were lovely. His nose was narrow and straight, slightly upturned at the end. Chay had never understood what the term peaches-and-cream complexion meant, until now. Little Bit had flawless skin. His short platinum locks lay in waves where it wasn't matted with blood.
Chay squatted next to his mate and pulled the gauze away from the sunny-colored hair, knocking a hank of it down to obscure huge sky blue eyes. The wound had healed completely, not even a scar on the pale skin.
He peered up at Chay in astonishment and pushed the hair back with a slim, elegant hand. "What's your name?"
Chay grinned at the thick southern accent. "Chay...Chayton Winston. What's yours, Little Bit?"
A light brown eyebrow arched. "I assure you it isn't Little Bit."
Oh ho. Little Bit had teeth.
Chay raised a brow of his own.
Bit blushed and cleared his throat. "Sorry. I just get tired of all the cracks about my age and size. I guess I'm a little sensitive about it. My name is Keaton." He held out his hand. When Chay shook it, he added, "Dr. Keaton Reynolds."
Chay's mouth dropped open. "How old are you?"
Keaton sighed. "Twenty-five. And before you ask, I've a PhD in history."
Wow. Very impressive. Apparently his mate was a really smart man and much older than he looked. Chay grinned and sat on the floor. "You obviously aren't from here. What brings you to New Mexico?"
"Work. I teach Ancient Civ. at NMSU." Keaton smiled and slid on the wood floor to get closer. "What about you? What do you do?"
"I'm a vet."
"Yeah? Thanks for rescuing me Dr. Winston."
"I didn't. The game warden did. Shot you with a tranquilizer dart and brought you to my clinic. I only cleaned your wound."
Keaton moved, practically scooting into Chay's lap. "Thank you," he whispered.
Chay stared, hypnotized by the smattering of freckles he'd just noticed across the bridge of Little Bit's nose. "You're very welcome."
Keaton's breath fanned over his face but Chay didn't move back. Who would have thought freckles could be sexy?
The younger man blinked. He had eyelashes any woman would kill for, long and curled at the ends. Up close, his beauty became more apparent. Keaton leaned in, pressing his lips against Chay's.
Chay pressed back without thought.
Bit's lips felt warm, right. His tongue teased Chay's lips, seeking entrance. Kissing him didn't feel any different than kissing a woman. Chay pulled back. "Uh, I'm not gay."