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The 13,5000+ word action packed, testosterone filled, erotic conclusion to the Jungle Wolves mission in Bolivia finds Mathis, the newest member of the elite commando squad, and the rest of the Wolves, heading deep into the Bolivian jungle for one last, explosive battle with their Communist nemeses, the Volga vampires!
Warning: This intense, exciting and achingly m/m erotic werewolf story features exciting action, romantic, explicit oral and anal sex, a sensual massage, six super-hero werewolves, a tremendous battle, terrible, scheming vampires, witty one-liners, a hero nursed back to health by his lupine lover, heart-wrenching bravery, and a conclusion you’ll never forget! Wolves! Roll out!
The hard, tight line of his jaw led to a beautifully sculpted neck, powerfully sloped shoulders, and biceps that looked ready to burst. I just stared at him for a long moment, barely able to make out more than a silhouette of his body in the tent’s darkness. “Come over here, Mathis, something I want to tell you.”
“Is there – do you need something?”
His tone was decidedly less jokey than it was a moment ago.
“Look. I’ve been feeling guilty about, well, everything. We rescued you, then while you were still trying to figure out was happening with your job and all that, we turned you into one of us. I can admit now that I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry.”
I had absolutely no idea how to take this. Bolton was John Wayne and Rambo rolled into one man’s body. He wasn’t emotional, wasn’t the type to apologize. I put a hand on his shoulder.
“You have nothing to feel bad about. My whole life – everything I’ve ever done, I did because I want to help people. I didn’t go into medicine to make a billion dollars and have three trophy... er... men. You know that. What we’re doing right now, what we’re about to do with those vampires and that asshole Moreno helps. Plus, who wouldn’t want to be a werewolf? I’m surrounded by gorgeous, incredible men all day long; I’m doing real, actual good for people. And, seriously, I’m a werewolf. How awesome is that?”
I prodded his chin with the tip of my thumb and kissed him. That seemed to do the trick. He bent his neck around to let me nuzzle him. I ran a hand up the side of his face, caressed the line of his jaw, and sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, giving him a little nibble.
“I guess we can’t do this right now, huh?” I asked, so coy that I almost made my own saccharine alarm go off. Bolton didn’t seem to mind.
“Well, we’ve still lots of hours before that sun comes up,” Bolton began, “I’m sure the guys won’t even notice. They’re probably off doing something similar instead of getting ready to run.”
The Wolves are a close-knit bunch. And when you spend so much time with the same six guys in the middle of the jungle, things tend to go a certain way. What I’m trying to say is that this place was as much of a hot-house as church camp can be.
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Published June 6, 2012
by Francis Ashe.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Gay & Lesbian.