I am just spoiling you guys this week, aren’t I?
If you aren’t into Regency romance how about some M/M shifter steamy romance instead?
Michael runs for his life from a pack of wild feral pigs…straight into the claws of a cougar. How can he escape a yard full of 30-50 feral hogs without losing his heart to a puma shifter?
EXCERPT FROM HOG WILD
“You require a proper massage,” Lev declared and rose to his legs. Michael had no idea he would stand, leaving his line of sight right in the direction of the man’s oncoming, barely-clothed crotch. Free for him to savor in all its glory. The foreskin crested crown of his cock strained so hard against the white cotton, Michael could see a hint of a mole on the top.
He was unable to turn his head, Lev the one to walk away. Michael tried to pull in a breath of common sense even as his dick screamed for someone to grab it. When a warm hand graced his shoulder, he jerked in surprise. “I will help,” Lev whispered, and — with no force — glided Michael further along the giant tub.
Before his brain could process what was happening, Lev slipped into the back of the bath directly behind him. The new addition sent water sloshing onto the floor, soaking into Michael’s muddy clothes, but his focus was elsewhere. The legs, sleek and muscular gliding up beside his, trapping his thighs together. The chest snuggling around his back so the soft hair fanned out in the water to gently tickle him. And, the hard, impossible to miss cock, nestling at the top of his ass.
One of Lev’s hands emerged from the water, the wet palm splaying out over Michael’s stomach. The other he heard plunge into the water behind. When a soft moan rolled from Lev’s lips, Michael felt the full reach of the man’s cock climbing up his spine.
“There is much pressure here,” Lev whispered, his voice tender and rumbling as low as a cat’s purr. The heel of his palm started not at Michael’s shoulders, but right at the top of his hip. He ground it in, rubbing away the long stitch Michael put there during his escape.
All the while, Lev’s other hand curved back and forth over his chest. The long fingers cupped his abs, a hint of his nails scratching against the flat muscles. Michael was entranced, his head resting back on the man when Lev slipped a finger right through his ass crack.
“How’s this?” Lev whispered, taunting him mercilessly. The exploring finger swept back and forth between the two cheeks cuddling it, nearly reaching the promised land. Michael struggled to swallow, a moan slipping from him. Please take it, dear God!
“What if I…?” Lev asked before his lips pressed a kiss to Michael’s right shoulder. Another one trailed lower and he scraped those deadly teeth against his exposed skin. Gasping and squirming, Michael tried to push his ass up, to guide Lev where he seemed to want to go. But the man had other plans.