quivering cock.

“Christ, you’re an amazing wolf, Golden Eyes,” Roman said. His voice was guttural, and Kevin was

suddenly aware of the changes in him. His strength was increasing and his claws had sharpened. His cock

felt almost twice its girth as Roman lazily seesawed it between Kevin’s aching balls. He was shifting in

small, subtle ways.

As the friction increased, Kevin groaned and moved his hips, welcoming Roman’s penetration—his

alpha’s domination. He remembered all too well what it felt like to be fucked by Roman in werewolf

form, the sheer, frightening strength and trembling power and pleasure of him. He rubbed himself faster

and harder against Roman in frustration.

Roman slapped his ass so hard Kevin yelped in response to the real pain of it. “I am alpha,” he growled

out in a voice barely human. “Patience. You’ll take your fucking when I give it, pup.”

“Now,” Kevin growled back, suddenly afraid that he, too, would shift along with his impending orgasm.

“I want you now.”

“Your ass is his when your alpha demands it, wolf,” Fenrir reminded him. “Not before.”

Roman nipped at the side of Kevin’s neck until he humbly lowered his head and stopped fighting. “Beg

me to fill you.”

“Please, Roman,” Kevin whimpered out. “Please…now…”

“Soon,” Roman chuckled in a sinister voice in his ear. His nibbled his way to the base of Kevin’s neck

before giving him a sharp, unmerciful bite with his elongated canine teeth. Kevin squealed in response.

The purpose of it was pleasure, but also to show Kevin that Roman was still alpha, still in charge. The

sudden, unexpected pain made Kevin jerk and thrust deeper into Fenrir’s teethy mouth. He grabbed Kevin

by the hips to steady him, his claws digging in, and dragged him closer so he could gobble him down to

the balls, the heat of his throat, the ferocity of his lust, making Kevin jerk spastically in the chains.

Roman shoved his knee between Kevin’s legs, driving his legs further apart. He rubbed the head of his

cock against Kevin’s hole until it was dripping with his precum. Then, with no further warning, he

rammed his huge, bone-hard cock inside and began to fuck Kevin like the wild animal he was. Kevin

grunted from the force of the impacts, barely able to withstand Roman’s girth. He felt drips of saliva on

his shoulder and listened to the feral grunts of pleasure coming from their alpha. He pushed his ass back

against Roman’s savage thrusts, welcoming him deep, as deep as he wanted to go, aware of Roman’s

hugely swollen testicles swinging and spanking his ass each time he thumped his hole.

A part of him tried to move as any captured animal will, but Roman had him in his teeth and he wouldn’t

let go. He wanted his obedience and his loyalty. Kevin lowered his head in submission and whined,

allowing Roman to wrench all the pleasure he could from his body.

Roman whuffed and rammed Kevin over and over, almost driving him to his knees despite Fenrir’s

support, then howled in victory as he came, shooting his heat and seed deep inside Kevin’s body. Kevin

came immediately after in a lunge in Fenrir’s mouth. Fenrir licked up every drop, sucked the remaining

spunk from his cock, then he and Roman changed positions and Fenrir took up where Roman had left off.

Kevin tried to relax in his bonds, but Fenrir was a harsh taskmaster. He dry humped Kevin a few times

before finding the right angle and plowing into him. He sank his claws into Kevin’s hips, rode his ass

hard. Kevin twisted in his manacles. Together they growled and bit and scratched at each other like a pair

of wild dogs locked together in combat rather than coitus. Roman watched from his kneeling position on

the floor, periodically licking his lips with unabashed animal lust as he watched them get off on each

other.

“You really are beautiful, Golden Eyes,” he said and buried himself between Kevin’s legs once more.

“Beautiful and all ours.”

Kevin cried out at the way Fenrir was biting him, the harsh way he was using him. He tried to squirm

loose, but Fenrir didn’t let go until he shuddered and fully emptied his balls deep inside his body. Then he

pulled out and tenderly licked the wounds he had inflicted. Already they were healing, leaving behind

shallow streaks of blood. Together, Roman and Fenrir licked the blood and spunk from Kevin’s body.

Kevin was exhausted, the sweat dripping from his face, when Roman finally undid his bonds. He felt full

and satisfied as he dropped down and rubbed himself between his two lovers. The three lovers licked at

each other’s mouths, then Roman shifted to his full wolf form and barked for the two of them to follow.

The three werewolves raced out into the twilight forest to hunt as one pack, and somewhere along the

way, Kevin thought, Finally, I’ve come home.

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About the Author

Jay Ellison lives in the big city with his partner and several rescue dogs. He writes m/m romantic erotica.

To see all of the Courtesan Press titles, visit http://courtesanpress.wordpress.com.

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Read an excerpt from The Dollhouse Society: Stefan by Jay Ellison:

Isabelle put her Xbox controller down and said, “I love you, Stefan, but you’re a tard!”

Since we were both in the middle of a controlled, piggyback jump in Call of Duty, I figured we were both

doomed and just put mine down as well. “That’s not politically correct, Izzy Pop,” I pointed out.

She scrunched up her face in that way she had when she was good and pissed. “I don’t care. It’s true. I

mean, a body auction? Really?”

I waited until we both made a loud splat in the silence of my dorm room, then shrugged. “Hey, your

people in the Society set it up. I just figured I’d help them out, you know?”

“They’re not ‘my people,’ I just know some of them.”

Iz and I had grown up together. We were more like siblings than best friends, and I loved to go on double

dates with her. That’s how I’d met her circle of friends in the Society.

She narrowed her eyes. “Did Damian talk you into this?”

Damian Michaels was Izzy’s gentleman. Well, one of two of them. He had a twin brother, and both were

hot as hell itself, but they were strictly off the menu, as far as I was concerned. For one thing, they

belonged to Izzy, and as a rule of thumb, we never did each other’s guys. For another, they were straight

as fucking arrows, which was a hell of a bummer.

I made my face innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She sighed and stood up, reaching for her jacket. “Wait till I get home. I think I need to have a long talk

with those two about forcing my best friend to auction himself!”

“Izzy!” I threw my controller aside and sprang to my feet, managing to maneuver between her and the door

of my dorm. I raised my hands to ward her back. “They did not force me to do anything. If you want to

blame anyone, blame Devon. He suggested that I might be interested in the Dollhouse auction, and I was.”