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Hooch and Howls

By: Karenna Colcroft | Other books by Karenna Colcroft
Published By: MLR Press, LLC
Published: Nov 07, 2012
ISBN # 9781608207763
Word Count: 31,000
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Categories: Romance>Werewolves/Shifter Romance>GLBT>Gay Romance>Erotic Romance


Hooch and Howls by Karenna Colcroft - Romance>GLBT>Gay

Lone werewolf Malachi doesn't expect to bring not one, but two men into his life.

In the decade since being changed into a werewolf in 1920, Malachi has become used to being alone. But the appearance of bootleggers Jonathan and Roger on the beach below Malachi's cottage shows Malachi what he's been missing. He wants these men in his life, but he can't ask them to stay. The following day, Roger returns seeking Malachi's help in rescuing Jonathan from the rum-runners who are holding him hostage. Can Malachi help the men while protecting his own heart?
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A tiny rational part of his brain tried to fight the alcohol’s effects to no avail. Whatever was in that jug was incredibly potent. And Malachi didn’t fight too hard. Far too long had passed since he’d been with anyone, and these men were there, already preparing for sex judging from their debate. There was no reason he couldn’t join them.
That’s the hooch talking, that tiny part of his brain told him.
Then shut up and let me listen.
He crouched lower to the ground, not wanting the men to see him quite yet. As a younger man, he had refused to accept his attraction to men. He was expected to want women, and so he had forced that to be the case. Now there was no one to judge him for his desires, or for acting on them if he chose. These men certainly couldn’t judge, as they were about to indulge their own desires.
On his beach. Malachi growled again, low in his throat so he wouldn’t be hurt. He wanted the humans gone.
He wanted the humans. The alcohol had hit his system suddenly, and he was intensely aroused. This had always happened. Arousal came with the spike in confidence that alcohol had brought him on the few occasions he’d indulged. And watching the men did nothing to lessen his hunger for something he hadn’t had in a decade.
He touched his hard shaft through his trousers. Since he had come here to hide, he had avoided humans and werewolves alike. He had become celibate, running instead of fucking when frustration and desire grew too strong.
Now he had opportunity with these two men. He didn’t care that he didn’t know them from Adam, or that they might wonder who the hell he was and why he was there. The alcohol lowered his inhibitions, brought his wolf to the fore, and he thought only of sating his need.
Like an animal.
But he retained enough reason to know he had to wait until the right moment. Until the men were so engaged in their rutting that they wouldn’t notice his approach.
“Take down your trousers,” Roger said hoarsely. “Fuck, Jonathan, don’t make me wait anymore. Give me what you said is mine or I’ll take it.”
“Please.” Even from a distance, fear and arousal rose from the blond man in equal waves. Malachi hadn’t detected the arousal before. “Why here, Roger? Why now?”
“Because I say so.” The taller man grabbed the waist of the blond’s trousers and yanked him toward him. “‘Help me, Roger. I need money, Roger. I have nowhere to go, Roger.’ Does that sound familiar?”
Malachi bristled, but again his senses told him that fear wasn’t the only emotion there. Jonathan wasn’t afraid of Roger; he was afraid of his own desires. Malachi braced himself nonetheless. If Jonathan protested and Roger ignored the denial, Malachi would step in.
Meanwhile, he would watch. His own arousal grew by the moment, and he touched himself again through his trousers. He had no wish to watch someone taken against their will, but if Jonathan was willing, Malachi would enjoy the show.
“Will you let me?” Roger fumbled at the fastenings on Jonathan’s trousers. Jonathan neither stopped nor aided him. “Will you, Jonathan? You promised.”
“It will hurt.” Jonathan sounded young then, and Malachi cringed.
Roger finally succeeded in his quest. He pushed Jonathan’s trousers down and stroked the long prick that was revealed. “Does this hurt, Jonny?” Jonathan moaned, and Roger smiled. “I didn’t think so. You like this, don’t you?”
“It’s nice,” Jonathan murmured so softly Malachi wouldn’t have heard him if not for shifter hearing, which was stronger than that of a human.
Malachi relaxed. Uncertainty, not refusal. That stimulated him, and he unfastened his own trousers so he could touch his bare prick. The men before him didn’t speak again. The only sounds on the air were soft sighs and moans from Jonathan, whose eyes drifted closed. The expression on his face was pure pleasure as Roger manipulated his shaft. Roger bore a triumphant grin, which grated on Malachi somewhat. Roger knew he was succeeding in his seduction and was proud of himself for it.
Perhaps before the encounter ended, Malachi would teach the dark-haired man some humility.

Hooch and Howls

By: Karenna Colcroft