Did you know my first MM story was a paranormal romance that started as a response to the 30-50 Feral Hogs meme and then shifted into a sweet and steamy story?
Well now it’s got a trailer!
What do you think? Does it need more hogs?
An M/M Shifter Book
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?
His body curled inward, dragging his leg lower down Lev’s shoulder, but Michael’s full-on erection couldn’t be hidden. Shame that Lev’s bottom half was eclipsed by the tub. As if seeing those tiny whites splashed with enough water to turn them translucent would help his situation.
“What’s the matter? Too hard?” Lev asked, causing Michael’s eyes to bug out.
With a dry mouth and chattering teeth, it took him glancing at his crotch, Lev’s eyes, back to his crotch, and finally, the fingers wrapped around his thigh to understand. “No, no, it’s…it’s fine. Good. Great. Really helping.”
Lev’s massage resumed, those delectable fingers trilling mere centimeters from the tuft of pubic hair that jumped to his inner thigh. When the tips of Lev’s pinkie darted along the crease of his leg, Michael’s body lit up hot. He shifted in the tub, wanting to encourage the man to reach higher, while also terrified of what would happen if he did.
“You seem to be carrying a lot of tension in your form,” Lev announced.
Little ball of anxiety, that was Michael even without a day involving murderous boars and fucking hot cougars giving him rubdowns. Pulling in a breath that shivered down his throat, Michael admitted, “My heart’s beating like a broken washing machine.”
The thin eyebrow lifted, Lev’s striking gaze traveling from Michael’s babbling lips down his body. God, he’ll see how much you’re enjoying this! Slapping a hand against the water to provide momentary ripples, Michael said, “Still panicking over the near-death experience.”
“Ah,” Lev nodded and those fingers that nearly touched all of him drew back. Damn it! “I understand.”
So, was this when the helpful stranger would turn around and leave? Let him wash off the last of the mud without help? Stop standing there with his perfect body glistening from a sheen of savior-sweat and tempting Michael to sin beyond his soul?
“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.
The right hand that’d been holding Michael to him curled down his thigh. Hot breath danced across Michael’s ear as Lev said, “…rub here?”
His palm curled right around Michael’s dick, sending him spinning. Lev held him in still hands, both right on the brink, but he waited. He watched. The predator was enjoying the feel of the prey in his hands.
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