Downloading The Soldier and the Wolf

When soldier John Wood is invalided out, he doesn't have much to live for- but when he finds a stray dog during a rainstorm, he can't help but take it in. Unbeknownst to him, this dog has a secret: he's actually a wolf shifter, and he's very determined to show John just how grateful he is!

Warning: this 8100 word short story contains wolf shifters, hurt/comfort, 69ing and explicit oral and anal sex!

An excerpt for adults only!

Rex’s fingers pressed down hard into the scar tissue. It didn’t hurt, not really. It was more like a massage. He could feel muscle shifting under the ridges of scars, and a dull kind of ache. The bone never had been quite the same, afterwards. John felt suddenly, absurdly ashamed, and his hand went down to push Rex’s away.

“Don’t touch that. It’s ugly.”

“I don’t think so.” Rex’s hand stayed on John’s hip all the same. “Scars show where you’ve been and what you’ve done. I’ve got some of my own.” His mouth was close to John’s skin, so close he could feel the heat of his breath. “Why would you try to hide them?”

John made a sound, a swallowed little groan that Rex seemed to hear despite his attempt to suppress it, and his body pressed closer.

“Did that hurt?”

“N… No.”

Rex sounded satisfied. “Good.” He leaned in and kissed the soft space under John’s ear and behind his jaw. John felt his cock twitch. His groan was louder, this time. Rex’s hand was hot on his hip, and the other was still tangled in his hair. He could feel the light tug of it whenever he moved.

John wanted to pull away. He wanted to push Rex out of the bed and pretend none of this had ever happened; but it was so, so hard. He’d never exactly been comfortable in his own skin, and the day he’d realized he was attracted to men he’d shoved it as deep down in his mind as it could go and pretended it wasn’t there.

He wanted to keep doing it. He wanted to keep his comfortable denial, because it was the only way he knew how to live. But Rex’s body was warm and strong, and he couldn’t bring himself to fight it. He felt more at peace than he had in months. Maybe years.

Rex’s hot mouth moved across the back of his neck, nipping lightly until his tongue was tracing a wet stripe under John’s jaw. John moaned, mouth open, and Rex pushed himself up to curl over John’s body and kiss him. His lips were chapped and cracked, his stubble was rough and the angle was bad, making him twist his neck. It was perfect.