In a sleepy trailer park in the backwoods of Minnesota lake country, there lies a secret—threatened by a Grindr hookup gone bad.
Clay Anderson gets more than he bargained for when, in a moment of passion, he bites his Grindr hookup hard enough to draw blood. The man’s reaction isn’t as reassuring as Clay hoped, but of all the consequences Clay considered, lycanthropy wasn’t among them.
Damian Maccon leads a simple life as part of the Outcast pack. Not realizing at first that Clay swallowed his blood during their wild romp, he feels responsible when it’s evident that Clay has become infected. Worse, he now has a new werewolf on his hands until Clay learns the rules, and he has to oversee Clay’s decision to choose a mate within the pack.
Damian thinks his biggest problem is that Clay hates him, but when Clay chooses Damian’s abusive ex-boyfriend, Blaine, he goes on full alert. Can he save Clay from the same fate that befell him at Blaine’s hands?
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Sitting in the back booth of the Blue Moon Bar and Grill — the only openly gay-friendly spot in the small city I worked in — I ran my finger over the screen of my phone, trying to gather up enough courage to tap the picture I'd been staring at for the past ten minutes. Touching the pic brought up his profile, which I'd already memorized. The green light told me he was online and only a few miles away from my current location. I liked his pic. It wasn't very often Grindr users in my rural area posted pictures of their faces. Previous experience had taught me most of the app's users were closeted and/or straight guys who liked to suck the occasional cock and worried their dude bros would download the app as a joke and see them there. But this guy had no such issue, and boy, was I glad.
Of course, on the heels of that thought came another: it probably wasn't a real pic of the guy. As I stared into the mismatched eyes — one a light green, the other a pale blue — I had a feeling he was catfishing, but there was only one way to find out for sure. Tapping the picture of the shaggy, sandy-blond-haired, scruffy-faced man brought up the chat, but I hesitated a moment. His user name was MoonGazer, which made me think of a nerdy guy with a telescope. Suddenly I had a vision of the guy sitting in his room spying on the hot guy next door, which gave me the boost of confidence I needed to send a message.
I sent the one word and immediately wanted to take it back. I should have said something like Hey, sexy, want to hook up? but that wasn't me, and I couldn't change the person I was, even on Grindr. Half a beer later, he responded.
My palms were sweaty as I stared at the words and tried to formulate a response, but he beat me to it.
[r u l%kin 2 h%k up]
All the moisture left my mouth, so I picked up my beer and chugged the rest before I sent another one-word message.
[whr u at]
Shit, he moved fast, but this is what I wanted, and he must have liked my pic enough to give it a go. My profile pic was only my chest. Yeah, I know it's a cliché, but I had a great body, whereas my face? Well, my face wasn't my best feature.
[you know where the blue moon is]
[b thr in 10]
I almost dropped my phone, but instead, I juggled it and managed to avoid it hitting the table.
[I'm in the back booth, black hair, red shirt]
What the hell was I doing? Oh, fuck it. I needed to get laid, and even if the guy wasn't remotely as hot as his picture, I could turn him around and do it without having to look at him.
Well, he wasn't going to be much for conversation; that was for sure. After ordering a shot of vodka and another beer for courage, I sat back in my booth, eyes glued to the front door as I sipped my beer to soothe the burn from the stronger alcohol. The minutes ticked by slowly, and then the door opened and all the air in the room was sucked out when he stepped into the bar.
He waved to the burly bartender before turning his head and surveying the room. It was like a god had appeared, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. Every set of eyes followed the tall, muscular man as he sauntered across the room. I wanted to shrink down into the booth. His picture hadn't done him justice, and I knew I was about to be rebuked in a horrible fashion when he saw what he'd come to meet.
The moment he spotted me will be forever etched into my mind. His mismatched eyes settled on my face, and a predatory grin spread across his lips. Droplets of sweat rolled down my back and pooled in the crack of my ass, making me shift at the uncomfortable sensation. His gaze never left me as he made his way to my booth before dropping down on the bench across from me.
"Hey there, black hair, red shirt," he said, in a slow, sexy, Southern-tinged drawl. His voice was low and gravely, and it stirred all sorts of feelings in me — well, in my pants at least.
"Hey." God, I sounded like the nerd I'd been hoping he'd turn out to be. He chuckled, and the hairs on my arms stood up.
"Want to get out of here?"
Straight to the point, like his messages; at least he wasn't at all about false advertising. Nodding, I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a twenty to leave on the table to cover my tab and tip. We stood at the same time, and he waited for me to put my jacket on before he headed for the door. We didn't say anything more as we left the bar. I followed him out into the parking lot, but then stopped when I realized I had no clue where we were going since my car was parked in the opposite direction from the one he was heading.
"Do you have someplace we can go?" I asked. I could take him back to my place, but that meant a twenty-minute drive, and I wasn't sure I wanted him to know where I lived. He could be a serial killer for all I knew.
"I got a camper on the back of my truck. That work for you?" His grin widened into a smile when he looked back over his shoulder at me and pointed to the brand-new four-door extended-box pickup that did indeed have one of those tacky campers attached to it. His wasn't too bad, since it was a newer model, but it was still something of an atrocity. I wondered briefly if he lived in there, but then decided I didn't care. It wasn't as if I was looking to marry the guy.
"I guess that will do." I shrugged and went to the small door at the back, but he'd gone to the driver's side door of the truck.
"I think we should at least drive out of the city a bit. Wouldn't want to scare the good folks when you start screaming my name," he said, with a wink, before opening his door and climbing in without even waiting to see if I'd follow.
I hesitated. Did I really want to get in the truck with this guy? My brain said it wasn't the best idea, but my cock didn't agree. I guess the small head won out because next thing I knew, I was sitting in the big leather seat next to him, and he was driving out of the city. There was no conversation. I didn't expect there to be an in-depth discussion on environmental politics or anything, but a bit of chitchat would have been nice while we drove for over ten minutes looking for a place to pull off that provided us some tree cover to hide the truck from the traffic on the highway.
He put the truck into park and shut off the engine before he turned to me. "You ready to do this?"
"Yeah, let's go." I opened my door and jumped down. The sound of his door opening made the situation feel real to me in a way it hadn't before. Something about the guy seemed off, and I wondered, if I were to start running, would he give chase or simply laugh at me? I made my feet move and met him at the back of the truck.
He unlocked and pulled the door of the camper open and then waited for me. There was no step on the outside of the camper, so I stood there trying to think of a way to climb up and into it without looking like a fool. The guy harrumphed as he let go of the door, grabbed my waist, and, lifting me like I was a ten-pound bag of potatoes, dumped me into the darkness of the camper.
"Geez, impatient, are we?" I grumbled when he followed me in, shut the door, and clicked on a light. I'd never been in a pickup camper before, so I was surprised when the light revealed a space that looked relatively comfortable even for a man the size of the guy who'd just shoved me through the door. It also looked lived-in.
"I ain't got all night, and you looked like you needed a little boost." His grin was back as he moved to the seating area and started converting it into a bed. I was having a hard time getting over that accent and the way he talked. He sounded every bit the redneck hick who resided in a camper, and I wasn't sure if that was a massive turn-on or not.
"Isn't there a bed in this thing?" I asked because I'm an idiot and I had nothing else to say.
"There is, but it's up in the loft and last time I tried fuckin' up there, I got a knob on the back of my head for my troubles. This works better." He went to a cabinet and pulled out a sheet that he threw haphazardly over the bed. He then kicked off his shoes, shrugged out of his jacket, pulled his shirt over his head, and started on his belt buckle. "You gonna get naked, or do you have some sorta magic that lets you fuck in your clothes?" he asked when I sat there staring at his tattooed torso.
"I ... uh ... no." I began to unbutton my shirt as he laughed at me.
Soon we were both standing there naked, his eyes sweeping over my body, and I swear he growled before he tackled me back onto the bed. He pinned me down, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he veered left and sniffed my neck — no, sniffed is not the word for what he did. He snuffled at my neck and I laughed because it tickled, and of course, the laugh made me snort, which is not the sexiest sound a guy can make.
"You smell like fear. Are you afraid of me?" he asked when he was done sampling my aroma.
"What? No. How can you smell fear? Are you part bloodhound?" He chuckled, and then he did kiss me, hard. He was all tongue and teeth. I tried to keep up with him, but in the end, I let his mouth have its way with mine. It was fucking hot! I'd never had a guy who was so energetic about something like a kiss, and my cock was rigid against his hairy thigh. I rocked my hips, and he got the idea and shifted so that our groins matched up. He started humping me, and I knew if he wasn't careful, I'd come just from that and ruin any plans he'd had of doing something more.
I turned my head to free up my mouth to tell him so, but once my lips were no longer there for him to maul, he started in on my neck and all I could do was moan. I was on the brink when he nipped at my earlobe and said something I hadn't expected to hear.
"Want you to fuck me."
Paralyzed by the thought of this man wanting me to fuck him, I lay there like a moron. I had been expecting either mutual blowjobs or maybe for him to ask to fuck me, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought I'd be the one fucking him.
"Did you hear me?" he asked, pulling back to look down at me with those strange but alluring eyes. I nodded. "Is that not something you want to do?" His brow creased as he frowned, and I finally found my voice.
"No, I mean, no it's not something I don't want to do. I want to. Christ, I really want to!" Okay, that might have been a bit too enthusiastic, but it wiped the frown clean off his face.
"Good, I'll get the stuff." Getting up on his knees, he rummaged through one of the kitchen drawers that happened to be right next to the makeshift bed. He pulled out a handful of condoms and a huge tube of lube and dropped them on the bed next to me. "Hurry up and get one of 'em on."
Not needing to be told twice, I ripped into one of the condoms and rolled it down my hard shaft while he climbed over me to the center of the bed. Just looking at him there on all fours made my dick throb, and getting the lube applied without coming was a true test of my willpower. I did manage to hold back the groin geyser long enough to get in position behind him. Pressing my hands to his muscular cheeks, I spread him. I thought to tease his hole with my finger, maybe even get some lube up in there, but he jerked away.
"Just do it," he said. His head hung low between his shoulders as he pressed back, offering his ass up to me.
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck, man. Just fuck me already!"
I grabbed his hip with one hand and my cock in the other and did what he wanted. Sliding the head of my cock into the tight, hot heat of another man's ass was probably the hottest three seconds of any sexual encounter and I liked to savor the moment, since it was a rare occurrence for me, but the guy didn't let me enjoy it. He pushed back, and I watched, fascinated, as his ass quickly swallowed my full length.
"Fuck, give a guy some warning," I groaned, and that fucker chuckled at me again. I slapped his ass, and that got his attention. "You want me to fuck you, or are you the one in charge here?" I smacked his other cheek and had to admit the sound it made was very satisfying.
"What are you waiting for? Do it, hard."
Gripping his hips, I pulled out and slammed back in, making him grunt with the force of it.
His groaned words equal parts pissed me off and turned my crank, and that's all I needed to give it to him good. I lost all my earlier worries and let go, fucking him with an abandon I never would have tried with any other guy, but this guy had asked for it. His body shifted when he reached under himself to jerk his cock, and I had to readjust my stance, which must have been a good thing, because upon my next thrust, he howled. I looked around since the sound was such an uncanny imitation of a wolf I wondered if maybe one had wandered out of the woods and had somehow gotten into the camper.
My one moment of inattention earned me a growl because I'd stopped moving my hips. He pushed up off the bed so he ended up on his knees and sitting in my lap, burying my cock even farther up his ass. Using his thigh muscles, he bounced on my cock. I wrapped my arms around his chest and held on for the ride. Staring at the back of his sweaty neck put ideas in my head, and I bent forward to get a taste, but his shudder egged me into doing more than kissing the moist, overheated skin. I nibbled, and that produced a moan as he tilted his head to expose more of his neck for me. I took it as an invitation and bit down, making him howl again.
His ass clenched down on my cock as he came, shooting his come out over the sheet he'd laid down earlier. He only missed about two beats before moving again, and I was done. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but as I came, sheathed inside his quivering hole, I bit down harder on his neck and the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.
"Ugh, fuck." He reached back and grabbed my hair, holding my head in place over the wound when I tried to pull away.
I couldn't stop the automatic reflex to swallow and cringed as his blood made its way down my throat, before he let me go and slumped forward. Remembering to hold the condom while my cock slid out of his ass, I sat there staring at him, wondering if I'd just swallowed a death sentence. What if he had some kind of disease or something, and now I had it too?
"Is there a bathroom in this thing?" I asked but was sure there couldn't possibly be one.
"Yeah, that door there. But don't flush the toilet unless you gotta shit," he mumbled without moving to indicate which door was "that door there."
I half expected him to be joking, having meant the outside door, but when I got off the bed, I saw what he was talking about, and once opened, found there to be a tiny sink and toilet. I dropped the condom in the small wastebasket and then turned on the water. Knowing it wasn't going to do me any good, I washed my mouth out with water. I looked at the door before sticking my finger in my mouth to try to gag myself. Maybe if I vomited up the blood, it would keep me from catching anything he had. I was desperate, but nothing doing. I couldn't make myself puke; damn blowjobs had done fuck-all to my gag reflex.
Banging on the door scared the crap out of me. "You okay in there? You didn't fall in, did ya?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm only washing my hands," I called back. I turned the sink off and looked for something to dry my hands on, but there was nothing but toilet paper. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door with one of my dripping hands and stepped out, ready to apologize for biting him so hard.
"I thought maybe you got lost in there." His grin was back and so were his underwear and T-shirt, which was a little bit disappointing.
"Yeah, it's pretty huge. I almost asked for breadcrumbs." My joke fell flat because I got another of those frowns from him. "I'm kidding." I went to the pile of clothes and started dressing, wanting to get out of there before I could make myself look like a bigger idiot.
He managed to get dressed faster than me and stood there waiting once again for a reverse of the earlier scene. I kept my head down because I was afraid if I made eye contact, I might have to talk to him. Once I was fully dressed and had zipped my jacket, he opened the door. I hustled to get out right away so he wouldn't feel the need to help me again.
He shut the door after dropping down and winked at me before turning to go to the front of the truck. I trudged to the passenger's side and got in. I still wanted to tell him I was sorry for the bite, but I didn't know how to bring it up. He wasn't much of a talker, so I couldn't casually mention it in the course of the conversation. I sat there, hands folded in my lap, and watched the nothingness of the dark night pass us by until we hit the city limits.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Bad Moon Arising"
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