Running away from his lover after he changed into a
werewolf, Tim ended up kidnapped by a group of Hunters. Now it’s up to Colin to
bring him back and make it all up to him. But will Tim be able to forgive him
when Colin finally gets him back into his arms?
Forever with my Werewolf by Bronwyn Heeley
(Moonlit Wolves #2)
Published on 15th of February 2014 by eXtasybooks
Paranormal Romance, level 4 heat, m/m
Edited by Tex
Cover Art by Cameron Waters
Tim & Colin’s story ǀ 20123 words (92p PDF)
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Official Excerpt
He had less than a second before he heard a laugh.
Tim’s face heated with embarrassment as he realised that the guy he’d come to
perv on had just seen him go arse over tit and was now laughing at him. Great
first impression he was giving off.
“Are you
okay?”
The voice
washed over him, slightly deeper than his own, very male, and totally fitting
the man it came from. The worst thing was that he liked what the laughing
undertone did to it.
“Bodily,” he
muttered back, looking at the guy’s midsection. He was leaning down, his hands
on his knees and the shirt nearly between his feet. The dude’s body was
glittering with sweat. The hair was only on his chest. It tapered down to
nothingness from the lower ribs and stomach. Just that sight of his naked chest
was making him hard.
The guy
laughed again, fully this time. “Yeah, well, it looked like it hurt.”
“Yeah.” Tim
sighed and looked up, it was reflex, and the planes of the guy’s face made him
take in a deep breath. He had a man face, though there was still some softness
in the jaw line. His nose was strong and his eyes a nice nondescript blue that
took him in and spat him out feeling lighter.
The man’s
blond hair was cut short, but it was still long enough to have a style, messy
as it was.
“I’m Colin,”
the guy said, his breath a little rough still, from the laughing.
“Tim,” he
replied, not able to do anything but.
Colin
smiled, but he wasn’t ready for it, and even though he’d seen him with the
light of laughter, it was nothing compared to a flashing smile directed at him.
“You need help getting up?”
“Nar…” Tim
said as he tried, but soon found he was lying. His face went red again and he
had to clear his throat before confessing, “Yeah, I’m gonna need help.”
Colin
laughed as he leant down and held out his hand. “Come on, then.”
Taking his
hand, Tim noticed the heat. A layer of sweat made his mouth water when it
should have grossed him out.
The light
brush of skin was all Colin needed. Gripping Tim’s hand hard, he pulled him up
onto his feet.
Pain shot
through Tim’s calf and settled in his foot, so sharp and ridiculously
unexpected, as if he should have remembered the fall, but the fact that Colin
was touching him had taken everything else off his mind, but **** yeah!
Tim
stumbled, his nose and forehead smacking into Colin’s sweaty chest for the
second before Colin held him up, shifting an arm so that he was holding Tim
like a toddler, under the armpits. It was humiliating, and yet, the soft
wetness of sweat on his face smoothed everything over.
“I’m gonna help
ya up to the house, ‘kay?”
Tim nodded.
He couldn’t help it. “Thanks.”
Colin
smiled. It was like a sunrise and made him feel more like a wuss than he
already was. Dick-hard Tim was glad he hadn’t changed from his clothes after
school because he was, luckily, still wearing his briefs. They held a hard ****
in better than all others did. It was a pain, and the twist could pull at the
balls because he wasn’t the best at stuffing himself back in after pissing, but
unless you looked or brushed up against him he was relatively safe from embarrassment
tenting.
Before Tim
knew which way was up, Colin had moved them around so that the taller man held
him with one arm around his back, and his fingers grabbed his lower ribs. Tim
fit nicely under the guy’s arm, as if sculpted to fit there, and only there.
The smell of
Colin was intoxicating. It wrapped around him, strong, a little more pungent
from heavy sweating, but Tim liked the scent. He wasn’t sure if it was that
***** part of his brain that seemed love sick for this guy he just meet, or
that the sweat hadn’t turned rotten yet and that was why it was nice. Still, it
made Tim think of sex. And that wasn’t helping his ability to walk.
“You all right?” Colin asked.
“Yeah. Why?”
Why indeed? Fucking idiot, Tim!
“You
whimpered a little,” Colin told him, making Tim blush again.
He hadn’t
meant to make a sound, but rubbing up against the guy had shut off his brain so
his dick could have some time to think. It was never a good idea when that
happened. Every guy on the planet knew that, showing how stupid the gender was
where he kept on letting it take control.
“Sorry,” he
mumbled as a response, which got their progression to the front door, but then
stopped with Colin looking down at him, wondering, and thinking. Understanding
came with a slight smile and then they were moving again, though all Tim wanted
was for the ground to open up and suck him under. He was such a dork.
Note on the book/series
This book contains flashbacks. I’m not a hug fan of
them, though I don’t hate them, it’s just sometimes they don’t work—I really
hope mine did. It’s just…
The scene that started this book was the one where
Tim’s walking to the letterbox. I didn’t plan on having it be a flashback when
I first wrote it out, but as things went, Colin and Tim had to have been
together for this book to come along.
I do remember that it took me a long time to get
into the flow of this story. Maybe I was fighting it so much. But once I opened
myself up, and realised what was actually happening, and why, it fell from my
fingertips.
But I’m glad with the way it turned out in the end.
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