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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: In the world of werewolves, to harbor submissive desires is looked upon with disdain. To be gay and submissive is a double threat. To satisfy his craving, Nathaniel seeks acceptance at a BDSM club...and is quick to receive it. Master Raphael's interest in the beautiful wolf is quite obvious to the club's clientele, and it isn't long before the two are paired for play. Yet, Raphael isn't known exactly for monogamy. Could Nathaniel turn him into a one-man, or one-wolf, Dominant?
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: April 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [45 KB]
Words: 7939
Reading time: 22-31 min.

Master Jacob led out the club's newest addition. Tall and muscular, with ebony hair to his waist, and dark gold eyes, the sub scanned the crowd slowly, as if taking stock of the clientele--which consisted of Masters and their subs, and even some unaccompanied Masters. Not by a single flutter of an eyelash did any semblance of nervousness show on the sub's part. There was respect within those eyes, but it had to be won.

"My friends," Master Jacob announced after stopping in the center of the room, "I present our newest member to you: Nathaniel. I have known him for many years, and he has always expressed an interest in our lifestyle. I hope he finds what he is looking for here."

More than one pair of interested eyes turned to look at Nathaniel. With a casual glance, another Master stepped forward and said quietly, "Welcome, Nathaniel."

"Nathaniel, this is Master Raphael."

A quiet murmur of welcome followed Jacob's introduction. The comfortable atmosphere of the club was by deliberate design. Several of the subs moved silently among the others, serving drinks, while others remained by their respective Masters. None, however, approached Master Raphael, except to offer him a drink. He took one of the glasses of champagne and raised it toward Nathaniel in toast.

A long, black leather coat hid most of the man's form, but still gave hints of the muscular frame. Wisps of pale blond hair escaped from the tie and strayed across his cheek when he turned his head. The deep blue gaze fastened on Nathaniel.

Nathaniel smiled, taking care to hide the canines well. Aside from Jacob, no one knew of his true nature, and despite his race's tendencies, he preferred not to terrify anyone. "Thank you, Master," he said in a quiet, respectful voice. His gaze lifted, meeting briefly with Raphael's before lowering once more.

Jacob stepped up beside Nathaniel and handed him a glass. Nathaniel thanked him, then sipped slowly, forcing the nervousness back where it couldn't be seen. Heavens above. If any of his kind saw him now, he would be hunted, seen as weak.

"We hope you find what you are looking for here, as Master Jacob said. You are free to make your own decisions, no matter how long it may take." Raphael spoke in a quiet but very deep voice, and Nathaniel could imagine how the man would sound giving commands.

With a chuckle, Jacob said, "You'll find no pressure here, Nathaniel. Master Raphael tends to be extremely strict about the club rules. If you have any questions, you can always ask either of us."

"Thank you both," Nathaniel said with a nod. Jacob directed him to one of the tables and Nathaniel sat down, grateful to be out of the limelight as the others began milling about once more. He sipped slowly on his champagne, simply watching.

He wasn't quite sure what had led him there. His kind were always the dominant type, with the males competing--for females, for power, for the right to eat first. This ... was new. But it was also where his heart brought him--to find someone to serve and look up to. He had been the outcast, always second-place--an omega among alphas.

Another man approached Raphael and asked, "Am I working with Vincenzo tonight?"

"Go ahead and get ready for the demonstrations. Tell Vincenzo to be ready soon." Raphael unbuttoned his coat and slipped out of it. The leather of his pants molded tightly to his body, and the white silk shirt had an old-fashioned elegance that hid nothing of the form beneath the cloth.

Nathaniel barely noticed the activity around him, so focused he was on Master Raphael. As he watched the coat slip from strong shoulders, Nathaniel's gaze slid slowly over the muscular frame. The Master's pants looked like they'd been painted on, and the soft, shining ripples of Raphael's shirt held Nathaniel mesmerized. His fingers itched to stroke over the shiny material, to touch the hard muscles beneath.