Carter--stronger, faster and more dominant than his peers--was born to be an alpha. But nature has a cruel habit of playing tricks, because Carter isn't just alpha material, he's also one of the rare werewolves whose attraction is towards humans instead of other werewolves. There's no chance his pack would accept him if they knew. Werewolves who want humans are broken, and no sane pack would suffer one in their midst--let alone allow one to be their alpha.
So Carter keeps his head down and focuses on his career, keeping his sexual encounters fleeting, impersonal and as far away from the pack as possible. He's unhappy and lonely, but it's better than risking his life with the pack.
Then he meets John. Human, carefree, and utterly magnetic, Carter can't help but fall for the younger man. What was supposed to be a kinky one night stand turns into something more, and Carter has to make a choice. Stay with his pack, or follow his heart...
(This 82k word novel has a HEA and no cliffhanger. It is the sequel to Whatever it Takes, but it can be read as a standalone.)
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John's heart slammed against his chest as Carter led him through the door and into the Black Room, the feel of the werewolf squeezing his head and pinning him to his side making him feel lightheaded.
He was really doing this.
The room was exactly what John had imagined. Dark wood everywhere--from the floor to the elaborate pieces of bondage furniture that took up most of the space--with accents of gleaming black leather giving the room a look that was both sinister and inviting.
"What do you think?" Carter asked, releasing John from under his shoulder and stepping into the room. He ran his hand across the top of what looked like a pommel horse--only with more straps--feeling the padded leather under his fingertips before turning back toward John. The look in his eyes was pure sex.
"It's kind of intimidating," John said, fidgeting. He looked around the room, eyes jumping from the bench to a scary looking swing in the corner, and then over to an honest to God pillory before coming back to Carter.
"It's supposed to be. See anything you want to try?" Carter gestured around the room, making John swallow nervously. The ball was in his corner now. He looked at the wall to his right, having avoided looking at it too hard before now, and gulped at the assortment of whips, chains and sex toys on display.
The largest whip looked like it was almost as tall as John, with a bunch of thick belt-like leather straps coming out of the braided handle.
It was the scariest thing John had ever seen in his life.
"Is there anything in here that you like?" John asked, taking a tentative step forward. "I mean, what would you chose if you could do whatever you wanted with me?"
Carter closed the distance between them and grabbed John by the back of his hair, yanking his head back and looking down at him with a positively evil smirk.
"I'd put you in the sling, tie you down, and fuck you until you were begging for mercy." Carter ground his hips forward, pressing his jean-clad bulge into John's lower abs. "And then I'd fuck you harder."