Overview

When Adam ventures into the dark woods to poach game, the last thing he expects is to become the prey. Captured and claimed deep in the territory of a werewolf pack, he must either learn to accept a place as part of the pack, or run. Can he escape their grasp... And does he want to? Warning: this 13000 word story contains explicit gay sex, rimming, knotting, biting, wolf shifters, and more! This story can also be purchased as part of the "Medieval Werewolf Erotica Bundle". An excerpt for adults only: Adam groaned at the sensation of Ivarr's lips and tongue as they traced down his chest and onto his belly to dip into his navel, making him squirm. He made a strangled sound through his teeth as Ivarr peeled Adam's trousers down to his knees. Ivarr's hands slid over the sensitive skin of Adam's thighs, and when he couldn't get the trousers all the way off, he pulled at Adam's boots until they popped off without bothering to unlace them. Ivarr sat back to look at him. Adam could feel his face heating as Ivarr stared down at his half-naked body with a smile that could only be described as predatory. "Look at you," said Ivarr, with his palm hot and nails sharp on Adam's belly, "you're gorgeous." Adam felt that hideously embarrassing blush creep further. "I'm not anything special." "Sure you are." Ivarr's hand slid down further, and Adam gasped as the thick pad of his thumb slid down the length of his cock. "I wanted you ever since the first time I saw you in the forest," he leaned down, his words coming in fits and starts punctuated with mouthing at the line of Adam's jaw, "but that didn't work out so well." "It's- ahh- it's worked out now." He could hear the toothy smile in Ivarr's voice. "So it has."