Please welcome my guest blogger Gale Stanley with COYWOLF.
COYWOLF by Gale Stanley
Genre:
LGBT, MM, Paranormal, Shifters
Publisher:
Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Blurb
In
a world where reproduction is the number one priority, a gay wolf shifter could
never be an alpha. So Logan hides his secret from the pack and resigns himself
to a life without love.
Then one night, he finds
his true mate and he’s forced to make a choice.
Excerpt
Logan set Rory on the wood
floor. It would do, he’d slept on worse. Logan opened a cedar chest and took
out a thick quilt. He laid it on the floor under a window. “It’s late. You can
sleep here.” Logan pointed to the coverlet.” If you decide to shift, you can
share my bed. It’s big enough for two.”
No thanks. But Rory couldn’t deny that he was tempted as he watched Logan
undress. The man was sex on a stick with his strong jaw, straight nose, and
dark intense eyes. Why were alphas always so damn good-looking? And straight as
an arrow? Probably so they would attract the best bitches in the pack. Rory
sighed. Logan looked even better with his clothes off. He had sexy chest hair
and a dark curly bush that Rory wanted to bury his nose in. He imagined himself
licking that half-hard dick to erectness. Down
boy! He was tempted to shift, but good sense won out. If he didn’t stay in
his fur, he would really be fucked.
Logan flopped onto the bed
and lay flat on his back. He tugged on his cock until it stood straight up like
a flagpole. Rory’s penis came out of its sheath and he whimpered. Thankfully,
Logan was too busy jacking off to notice.
The Alpha bent his
muscular legs and continued stroking his thick cock. The head flushed purple
and pre-cum leaked from the slit. The musky scent drove Rory crazy. Slithering
on his belly like a snake, Rory inched toward Logan’s dirty clothes on the
floor. Rolling on them as best he could, he took comfort in Logan’s scent. But
his gaze remained fixed on the man.
Panting now, Logan worked
his cock harder and faster, tugging his balls with his other hand. His heavy breathing
and the sound of his fist moving up and down his shaft made Rory hot and horny.
Logan’s thighs went tense, and his hand moved so fast it blurred.
Rory’s anticipation built
as he watched Logan stroke his hard length one final time. Thick threads of cum
burst into the air. Rory ached to lick the creamy white liquid off Logan’s
chest.
Logan stilled for a few
minutes, and then glanced around the room. His eyes lit on Rory humping his
jeans. Caught, Rory froze. A sly smile seemed to dance on Logan’s lips. His
voice was low and sexy. “Pleasant dreams, boy.” Then he rolled over and
promptly fell asleep.
Rory’s canine libido was
in overdrive. A little more rubbing action on the denim and he shot his load.
Then he settled down on the jeans, and in a few minutes his eyelids grew heavy,
and he felt himself drifting off to sleep, too.
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Author Bio and Links
Gale
Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in
a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some
things never change.
Happy Reading!
Thanks so much for having me! Have a great weekend!
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