Smutterday - Two Howls

Two Howls comes out on Wednesday February 4, and it is already available on pre-order at All Romance Ebooks!

Max is on the run, but is he running from his past, or toward his future? Only Ulf knows…

Werewolf Max knows desiring males is wrong, but he can't help himself. When his pack nearly kills him in an attempt to cleanse him, Max runs. Jumping on his motorcycle, he heads north.

Ulf has lived on his own in the wilds of Northern Ontario for a long time. When he catches the scent of a stranger in his territory, he’s angry at first, until he realizes that Max is more than just another werewolf. They’re mates.

Ulf must make Max believe that two males can be mates, but just as he’s about to succeed, Max's past catches up with him. Will the home they've been hoping to build together be lost for good?

Smutty snippet:

Ulf stroked Max’s cheek. “You are mine, Max. I know you can feel it.”


Max covered his cock again. Growling, Ulf grabbed Max’s hand and held it up above his head. It was a very good look. Lowering his head slowly, Ulf pressed their lips together before rocking against the lean body beneath him.




Max’s lips opened in a gasp and Ulf knew, without a shadow of a doubt that this was Max’s first kiss. Groaning, so pleased that his mate had come to him untried, he slowly moved his lips against Max’s before sliding his tongue between the warm lips.

The rush of arousal between them was fierce, huge, making him growl. His prick had hardened to its full length and pressed against Max’s smooth belly.


“I shouldn’t…” Max began.


“You shouldn’t what, Max?” Rolling his hips, he let his hardness rock against Max’s skin.


“This. They’ll smell it on us.”


“Who?” He snapped at the air. He’d take on anyone who tried to come between him and Max.


“Others. Pack. Anyone.” Max rolled back, showed a series of scars on his shoulder, his side.


Ulf growled, his fingers not shying away from Max’s skin. “They did this because you didn’t want to mate with a female?”


Max nodded, crawling off, going for his clothes.


Ulf stopped Max, grabbing his hand and pulling him back in close. “This is my territory, there are no others, no pack. Just us.”


“You…” He could see Max drawing himself up, trying to wrest control from Ulf.


“Yes. My territory.” He put both of Max’s wrists in one hand and slammed their bodies together.


“No…” Max’s lips parted and those bright eyes rolled.


“Yes. Mine.” He ran his hand along Max’s spine, showing he meant all of Max. Ulf knew his place here, and he would teach Max his. “I make my own rules here. No one hurts for being different.” And whether there was only himself, or him and Max or thirty, no one would.


Not that he would ever be leader of a pack of thirty. He was quite happy here on his own. Maybe happier now that Max had been brought to him, but he had no intension of overseeing a large pack. None whatsoever.


Max’s cock was needy, filling and growing heavier by the minute. Ulf circled it with his hand, fingers squeezing. Hot and velvety against his palm, Max was a good size, not too long, but thick. A very happy handful.


“Mine. My rules. My pup.”


“Not a pup.”


Ulf chuckled, the sound rough, unused. “You are mine.”


Max shook his head, but the needy cock in Ulf’s fingers didn’t lie. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across the top, spreading the single drop of pre-come that had beaded at the slit.


“Such a needy pup.” Ulf would have never thought he wanted someone so needy, but Max felt so right. His hand continued to move along Max’s cock. The things he wanted to do to this pup…


“N…not a pup.”


“Are too. My pup. Mine. Every inch. Gonna show you.”


Max buzzed against him, the energy electric. Growling loudly, Ulf took a kiss, his hand working that pretty prick. Max whimpered, the sound a mixture of need and denial.


The pup could deny it all he wanted, this was real. This was instinct. This was true.

Sean

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