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Protecting His Pack by Morgan Elektra
North American Wolves, Book 1
It’s been less than a year since Lane Perkins left his controlling ex and the big city behind for a new job and a new life in small town Watson Hollow. When he meets enigmatic widower Jared Atherton, Lane can’t deny he feels a pull, but there’s no way he’s getting involved with another man so soon.
Jared has enough on his plate as a single father and Alpha of the smallest pack in North America. He’s not interested in a relationship, especially not with the aggravating human teacher who knows nothing of his world.
Fate has other plans however, and when a threat to Lane’s life leads him within the walls of Jared’s estate, they’ll be forced to face their attraction once and for all. But will it be enough to save them both from the wrath of a bitter rival?
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“Um, maybe I should go home,” Daisuke says. He fidgets around, and it’s so obvious he didn’t know I would be here tonight.
“What? Why?” Berto asks.
“We’re going to be streaming soon,” Hunter says. The lovebirds are too preoccupied with firing up a video game that they miss the palpable tension in the room.
“And the fans want to see the three of us,” Berto says.
“They certainly don’t want to see my mug.”
“Well it’s a very cute mug, so it’s their loss,” Berto says. He kisses Hunter on the cheek and Daisuke and I flinch, completely in sync. Public displays of affection have never been comfortable for me, and I guess it’s one of the many things Daisuke and I still have in common.
“I mean…I should go…” Daisuke stares at me like I’m going to start throwing fists. Considering my attitude a month ago, that’s a fair reaction.
“No, you should stay,” I say.
“Really?” Daisuke asks.
“We’re both here. We were both invited. We both deserve to stay,” I mutter.
He slowly sits back down while the happy couple continues to set up the video game.
“If that’s…cool.”
“It is,” I reply, resigned. “The folks online want to see all of us. It’s for charity, or whatever.”
I wipe my hands with the orange dishrag I was using then take a seat on the couch. Daisuke immediately scooches over. His body emanates nervousness, and I almost feel bad for him. I’ve had the past month to think about how awful I was during our last conversation. I’m an adult, and I should do better; if not for him, then for our jobs. What happened between us was years ago. Besides, it’s practically Christmas.
His heart beat so hard he could feel it in his palms and the soles of his feet.
Then, he became aware of another sound. Something low and rumbling, vibrating through the very center of him.
It began like a purr, an almost muted tearing noise, and grew to a full-throated growl.
Lane felt the press of another body against his, smelled sunlight and snow and a deep, woody musk like the heart of the forest. Soft bristles rasped against his jaw, his ear. The tip of a hot, wet tongue ran over his lobe and there was no mistaking the deep, accented voice that whispered to him in the dark.
“Can you feel it between your teeth? Their flesh?”
And he had, could taste the blood on his tongue still. He had felt sick and triumphant at the same time.
The dream had shifted then, the sense of Kurt, of violence and revenge, gone. He was in the woods outside his parent’s farm, running. Being chased. Though he leapt over logs and dodged around trees, whatever was behind him had kept coming.
He looked back and saw nothing, but he could hear it. The sound of its feet pattering over the leaf cover.
Not feet. Paws.
The growl was back, quieter, richer.
Lane tripped, fell, scrambled. But it was on him, shoving him into the ground, heavy and squirming and warm. He grabbed at it and his fingers slid through hair, not fur. Hot skin and sculpted muscles, and he was beneath Jared Atherton, naked on the forest floor.
Jared’s mouth was burning hot as it slid over Lane’s, his teeth sharp as they nipped his lower lip, his jaw.
That big, powerful body had pressed down on him, rocked against him. It felt amazing. Better than anything Lane had felt in his entire life, but he couldn’t get his breath and his heart still fluttered like a panicked bird. The air was too warm. Each inhale was like breathing through a wet washcloth.
He struggled, trying to pull Jared closer, to chase that pleasure, and push him away at the same time. Lane whimpered the other man’s name.
Jared reared up, his eyes silver and strange, his teeth so sharp. And then Jared’s mouth was on Lane’s throat, those teeth sinking into his flesh. Lane felt his skin popping just as his orgasm began to crystallize at the base of his spine.
In the logic of dreams, Jared was still able to speak, despite his mouth being full of bloody meat. The words were rough and guttural, like they came from vocal chords shaped differently than a normal man’s.
“You’re mine!”
Which was when Lane had awoken, soaked in sweat, scared, with his cock hard as steel.
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About the Author
Born in the artists’ community of Woodstock, NY, Morgan Elektra discovered her passion for writing at a young age, penning stories of monsters at the dining room table. After years working day jobs and moonlighting as a reviewer for popular genre website Dread Central, Morgan left the comfort of an office to follow her dreams of writing fiction. She spent the early twenty-teens as a freelance ghostwriter of erotica, but has now put aside the masks to write under her own name. Morgan recently obtained her MFA in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
She writes dark fiction, paranormal romance, and erotica for those who, like her, are in love with the dark.
When not writing she can be found reading, or advocating for her local LGBTQ+ community. She currently lives near Savannah, GA with her husband, their cat Harlequin, and—if the rumors are to be believed (and she sincerely hopes they are)—an awful lot of ghosts.
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