Scent of a Wolf
By Draven St. James
Blurb:
Jace Shaw is one of the few
survivors of an extraordinary, rare wolf pack. He spends his days on the run
and his nights in another world with a man he's only dreamed about. To sleep is
to feel his dream man's hands on his body and hear his wicked whispered words.
But when the sun rises reality crashes in: the evil that destroyed his birth
pack hunts his kind down in search of a way to control their power.
Merek Wahya is an alpha dealing
with all the issues of being newly appointed, but they all fall away when he
closes his eyes at night. Then, a man with moonlit hair and mercury eyes crawls
into bed with him. When he wakes it's to a painful arousal no one can satisfy.
When Merek's wolf catches Jace's scent he knows he's found his mate, and he
soon learns their nocturnal meetings were only foreplay. The joy of this
discovery is shadowed by the trouble that follows Jace. Merek's mate is
embroiled in a battle between two ancient packs, a war Merek must now fight. If
he fails he could lose Jace forever.
Adult Excerpt:
“Submit.”
Merek
pinned Jace’s wrists to the ground. The man loomed close, his muscular frame
pressing against Jace’s so he touched all the right spots. Jace squirmed in a
halfhearted effort to get free even as his body screamed at him to yield to the
pleasure that Merek could provide.
Merek
leaned down to whisper, “You’re always so damned difficult.”
The
moon shone down, filtering through the webwork of trees that canopied their
nocturnal wicked activities. In the pale silver light, he could see Merek’s
face. It was composed of sharp angles, a prominent nose, chiseled jaw, and a
sensual mouth. That mouth never failed to make Jace’s cock twitch. Merek’s face
was almost always partially shaded by the long locks of black hair that flowed
down to touch his broad shoulders. Hair so dark it refracted light in shades of
blue—an eerie color reflected in his eyes. They were the palest blue Jace had
ever seen. The eyes of a wolf, and he growled like one too.
Letting
the primitive nature of their wolves loose in the magnificent embrace of the
wilderness was instinctive. The smell of damp grass and pine trees wafted
around them. But beneath that scent was Merek’s—rich, primal, and addictive.
Jace
strove to stop his grin as he bucked his hips in an attempt to get Merek off
him. The man was too strong for his own good. The move only resulted in Merek
chuckling and adjusting to hold both of Jace’s wrists in one hand. The other he
used to lightly caress Jace’s cheek and jawline. Merek brushed his thumb over
Jace’s bottom lip, causing a shudder to flow through Jace. He knew just what
those hands were capable of.
No
matter how hard he fought himself, he couldn’t help but tilt his neck into the
soft touch. Merek gave him a sensual smile.
Jace
tried to twist away again, to get the upper hand, but to no avail. Merek
trailed his hand lower, and Jace arched into the gentle touch. The man was
doing his best to destroy Jace’s control, and it was so tempting to catapult to
the carnal command.
“Just
one word, Jace, and I’ll give you everything.”
Merek
leisurely traced his fingertips down Jace’s naked chest, along the hard muscles
of his stomach, and stopped at the waist of Jace’s low-riding jeans. Jace
curved into the touch. Desperate for Merek to go lower.
“Submit
to me.”
* * * *
Jace
Shaw sat up sharply in bed. The image of sweat-slicked bodies and the sound of
throaty growls saturated his mind. The sex-laden dreams had his heart pounding
with lust and his cock pulsing with raw need. Rampant desire raged through him
so intensely he could barely catch his breath.
All
because of some hot mountain of a man whose wolf seemed determined to dominate
him. He could easily overpower Jace. He was more muscled and towered over
Jace’s five-eleven frame by at least half a foot, and that was in human form.
Yet Jace had never been intimidated by or afraid of him. It was through their
dreams he had eventually found out the man’s name was Merek.
Every
one-night stand he had to assuage the fire Merek inspired failed miserably. All
the men had lacked in some way. He had tried to drown his sexual appetite in
men who mirrored the man he wanted so badly to fuck. He’d screwed men from the
East Coast to the West Coast, but not one of them had lasted more than the a
few hours he’d rented the hotel room for. None of them tempted the wild nature
of his wolf. At the end of the night, he was left with the sick feeling he had
in some way betrayed Merek.
Merek
hadn’t always been so rough and hard. They had grown and matured together over
the years. Merek’s dark features had developed into granite lines. His body had
become sculpted muscles built by hard work. It wasn’t until the past couple of
years that the interaction had become two-sided. Before, it had always been as
though Jace were a ghost on the sidelines…watching.
Merek
hadn’t shown any sign he even knew Jace existed, with one exception. Merek
stopped cutting his hair the day Jace’s parents were killed. The day Jace’s
safe world came crashing down. The moment when he had been forced to grow up,
learn how to survive, and how to fight those who would continue to hunt what
remained of his family. That had been his new reality.
But
now, despite the fear and insecurity that followed him, there wasn’t a night
when he didn’t end up tangled in sweaty sheets with Mr. Tall, Dark, and
Dangerous playing opposite him in some Kama Sutra porn marathon.
“Submit.”
Excerpt:
“Mate!”
Jace’s
scent hit Merek like a pile of bricks. The familiar scent called out to him. He
took a deep breath, and there it was—Jace’s sweet and earthy smell. His mate.
Here in the real world. There was no doubt about it. Merek’s wolf perked its
ears up and stood waiting to change beneath the shifting sands of his skin.
He’s
here.
With
that thought panic slammed into him. His heart pounded a savage beat as the
urge to get to his mate swept through him. He rose. His form changed even as he
prowled forward, away from the meeting hall and in the direction of Emma’s
cottage.
“Merek?”
Sean asked, apparently confused by his sudden movement. “Wha—”
“My
mate.” Merek growled and quickly shifted into the form of a midnight-black
wolf.
He
advanced through the underbrush, Sean following close behind in wolf form,
scarcely a consideration. The only thing that remained of their human forms was
a pile of ruined clothes.
The
pull to get to his mate made the distance seem never ending, although it only
took about five minutes to reach the clearing just beyond the tree line from
Emma’s house. Two dead half-shifted weres lay in the center. A third were—a
large, mangy gray—slammed the body of a man against the base of a tree. Merek
felt the pain of that impact as if it were his body.
He
snarled a sound full of fury and looked over at Sean. Their gazes briefly
locked. Sean’s were alight with the strength to battle.
Merek
and Sean burst into the clearing. The action was enough of a distraction to
cause the gray wolf to turn before he could deal a killing blow to Merek’s
unconscious mate.
Sean
leaped at the gray as Merek advanced toward his mate, who was slumped on the
ground. Jace’s body was sleek and elongated in a partial transformation. Before
Merek’s eyes, the exposed claws on his mate’s feet and hands drew in. The long,
toned muscles of his body retracted into his human form. His figure was pale in
the moonlight, but streaks of blood marred its perfection. The slender lines of
his body denoted strength and stealth. Merek knew those skills alone were what
had kept Jace alive. His mate was naked save for the silver hair that flowed
around his shoulders and concealed his face beneath its weight.
Merek
howled into the night. He crouched closer and nuzzled the pale silver hair from
Jace’s face—the soft lips, the bottom fuller than the top, square jawline with
the dimple on his chin, and his aquiline nose. Altogether, they made up the man
in Merek’s dreams. His mate. A mate who was bleeding from gouges on his chest
and stomach. He had bruises already forming around his neck, but what worried
Merek most was the blood that was changing his beautiful silver locks to a
bright red.
In mere
seconds Merek shifted back to human form. Naked, he knelt over his mate. With
trembling hands he checked Jace’s pulse. It rebounded faintly against his fingertips.
Breathing deeply to keep the pain at bay, he managed to lift the heavy weight
of his mate’s body and bolted as fast as he could to Emma’s house.
It
wasn’t exactly how he wanted to be naked for the first time with his mate. He
would have preferred much different circumstances. Non-life-threatening
circumstances. Before he reached for the doorknob, the door flew open to reveal
a panic-stricken Emma.
She
stepped aside, and he stalked through the door. He laid his mate on the couch
in the living room and stared down at him with something akin to wonder.
“Tell
me you can fix him.” His voice was a hoarse rasp as if he’d been screaming. He
wanted to let loose a pained howl. He wanted the world to know how unfair it
was he hadn’t been able to protect his mate. He didn’t want to feel the fear
and helplessness that covered him now.
Not
even standing in Emma’s domain, filled with light and decorated in shades of
emerald and amber, could he find comfort. All he wanted was for his mate to
wake up so he could see Jace’s silver eyes sparkling with life.
Emma
knelt next to Jace and threaded her fingers through the silver fall of his
hair. She closed her eyes and hummed softly. Merek was shocked when the soft
locks wound around Emma’s hand. Merek had thought the magical hair was a trick
of his imagination played out in his dreams. Then again, he’d thought Jace was
a dream, but here he was, in the flesh.
Emma’s
eyes opened, tears cresting in them.
“Oh,
Jace, sweet child, what have you gone and done now?”
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