I sometimes wondered if some of the men I got into bed might’ve actually been straight...
Mark Willow is a sex loving gay man who has to take care of his much younger brother. While running away from the law, they find themselves a hotel. When Mark decides to steal from them, the hotel reveals itself to be a pack full of werewolves. Now that he's one of them, he has to work at a BDSM dungeon, as well as focus on two lovers who don't know about his fear of being bound. But is the person who attacked him still out there? And worse, will he strike again?
“You were the one who did it.”
He continued to growl, though his eyes softened ever so slightly. Confusion filled his canine features. His ears twitched, I guess to show that he was listening. I went on to explain.
“You were the one who attacked our car.”
“What are you going on about?” he sneered, “Roy was the one that Esprit sent after you.”
It all came crashing down. Roy had been telling the truth!
“I saw Roy’s wolf form. He wasn’t the one who tackled us to the ground. It was you,” my heart pounded. It was all falling into place, “And don’t tell me it wasn’t. You were the one who got us out of there, which means—“
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