Here is an adult excerpt of my new book!
Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional and encouraged. This young werewolf is a fish out of water suddenly thrown in the deep end.
Cort is immediately drawn to Finn but it is clear they’re very different men. A chance meeting leads to a lust they can’t ignore but soon Finn leaves with his packmates.
Cort is ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does he’ll have to work hard to convince Finn that they belong together.
They all fit around the table, barely, and Little Red and Nathan had to share a chair. Cort let him sit on Cort’s lap. It was more than big enough for him. Almost like it was made just for him. One of Cort’s arms wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.
“Is this good?” He was happy, warm.
“It’s perfect.” Cort pressed his nose against Finn’s neck and breathed in.
Finn hummed softly, his body heating, all the way to the bone. This was way better than sitting on a chair.
“So hungry,” murmured Cort.
“The pasta is good.” He’d already said that. “You can even have mine.” His hips started to rock.
“Not hungry for food. Hungry for you.” Cort’s hand dropped down to his lap.
“Oh.” Finn groaned softly.
Pat rumbled, and the sound wasn’t soft at all. “Be good. We’re at the table.”
“We could leave the table,” Cort murmured in his ear.
Oh, God. Please. His entire focus was on the sounds Cort was making, the heat. Cort stood, that arm around his waist holding him tight against Cort’s body. His feet didn’t reach the ground at all—Cort was bigger than him, and so strong.
“Finn.” Patrick called for him, and it was no fair. Not at all.
“We’ll be back.” Cort turned and carried him off to the kitchen.
Please let there be more kisses.
Once they were in the relative privacy of the kitchen, Cort turned him, put him down on the counter and brought their mouths together.
Yes. Yes. Finn reached up, arms wrapped around Cort’s shoulders. Cort grabbed his ass and tugged him in close so they were all pressed up together. His cock rubbed against Cort’s firm belly and it made his eyes cross. Insane. This was utterly insane.
But also utterly amazing.
The kiss went on and on, Cort’s mouth absolutely magic. He whimpered, aroused in a way he didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend. One of Cort’s hands left his ass, pushing down the front of his pants instead.
“Oh.” Finn’s eyes widened.
Cort’s hand found his prick and wrapped right around it.
“Can we? Oh!”
“What do you want, my pup?” Cort asked.
“I just— I haven’t really, with someone who makes me ache.”
“I’ll make you come, and when we get home, I’ll make you come again and again and again.” Cort’s words felt as though they were a promise.
“Again?” Was that possible?
“Oh yes.” Cort’s gaze was trying to burn him.
“I…” He wasn’t sure what to do, so he nodded.
Still holding his gaze, Cort began to move his hand, stroking. The pressure built inside Finn, his balls drawing up so tight they hurt.
“I want to smell you, pup. I want to taste you.” The sound of Cort’s voice echoed inside him, so deep, and Cort brought their mouths back together again, stealing his breath.
A gentle tug to the tip of his cock and he shot, his entire body alight.