by Mel Teshco
On the first night of each full moon, werewolves cannot resist the calling—the instinctual need to mate.
Living a double life has never been difficult for Holly, but in her world, if her species is to survive, all she can look forward to is down-and-dirty, uninhibited sex with a different partner each month. She has never had reason to complain though. Until now.
She’s fallen for Ricky Mandela, her hot, sexy, human lover. Holly can’t pretend she has a chance at a family and happily ever after. Those are human dreams. But she can’t give him up either. Will she have to lie and cheat to hold on to the man she loves?
Lightning flickered behind the mountains to the West as ragged scraps of cloud fled toward the coast, unveiling a full moon. It shone brightly over the government reserve just north of Sydney, gilding eucalyptus trees in a wash of yellow and reflecting a primal glow in the tawny eyes of the beast that paced below.
Holly Whyte paused and lifted her head, her nostrils dilating as she scented the breeze. She shivered, anticipation filling her blood. Male werewolf scent was much stronger now. He’d almost tracked her down.
The urge to mate, to join as one beast, clawed at her belly and left her almost whining with lust. The animal within was simply too strong to resist on the first night of the full moon. Even so, Holly had tried, this time, to ignore the calling. It’d been three weeks now since Ricky Mandela, her human lover, had moved into her home. Three weeks for her to realize she’d fallen for him hard. She yearned now for them to share a committed relationship.
And yet, here I am.
A partnership with a human couldn’t possibly work. Not when she was compelled once every month to fuck the brains out of whatever male werewolf was roaming the area in an instinctual attempt to populate the species.
Trouble was, when she eventually returned home to Ricky, she wouldn’t be able to hide the smell of sex, or her satiated exhaustion.
In too short a time, Holly would find herself single again. Not that it had ever worried her before. But this time her chest ached at the thought. Breaking her lycan compulsion to mate was akin to stopping her involuntary change on the first night’s full moon.
She shook her head, and her body followed, the ruff of her neck and thick fur along her body spraying a fine mist from the creek she’d crossed just minutes ago. She wasn’t going any farther. She waited expectantly, excited, but a little nervous too. Pursuing males were more often than not zealous with lust and impatient for release.
Branches snapped and parted, and Holly’s pulse soared as her ears pricked, then flattened to her skull as she snarled warning.
Hell. This wolf was big. Intimidating. And he meant business. His silver-gray eyes flashed as his tail arched high, his snout compressed.
Pheromones thickened the air and sharpened acute need. The flex and bunch of his muscles revealed his impatience a split second before he surged toward her.
She leapt forward, meeting him halfway, her teeth bared as she went straight for his throat. Canines sank past his thick brown-black pelt and through corded muscle and skin before drawing blood.
The metallic tang filled her mouth, intoxicating as any drug. She whimpered even as he broke free and whipped around, the dominant male ruthless and barely restrained.
His near shoulder rammed her hard and knocked her flying, and she thudded onto the dry-baked earth, air whooshing out of her lungs.
She could do nothing but wait for the oxygen that finally wheezed back into her lungs. And the male, damn him to hell, prowled forward, completely aware of her plight.
He was in his element, his prime, and she squirmed helplessly when his weight pressed her hard against the earth. Rotting vegetation and pungent eucalyptus filled her nostrils, quickly replaced by his raw male scent.
Every cell demanded she rut with him, seek the satisfaction she craved. But she wouldn’t be an easy lay. She wanted foreplay…at least, the werewolf version of it.
She faked collapse from oxygen deprivation, and as he shifted to snuffle her face with his wet nose, she made her move. Twisting free, she shot forward. Now she was in her element. Even as a lycan, she was swift, a fact that enhanced the chase, the rough and tumble.
Hard and fast was the order of the day, especially for a male who knew he might have a rival to contend with, one who could challenge claim to sire future generations. But Holly could scent no other males as she used all the inherent agility and grace of the wolf to outrun and outmaneuver her counterpart.
He was up for the game and closed in fast. The brewing storm crept upon them. Overhead, heavy black clouds concealed the moon and plunged everything into darkness. She knew that either of them could have changed back to human in that moment. Neither did. It seemed that this was a challenge he relished as well.
Lightning split the sky and briefly illuminated the ground but Holly used her exceptional lycan sight as she jumped from a rotting log and belly flopped into the creek she’d earlier crossed. Her legs moving like pistons, she swam to the other side, scrabbling for purchase on the slippery bank even as he splashed in from behind.
The adrenaline of the hunt, the chase, was fast dissolving. In some primeval part of her mind, Holly knew only the strongest, fleetest and most powerful lycan—one who could better her, master her—was worth mating.
Having a future generation of smart, tough, fast werewolves was paramount.
Heavy raindrops splattered the earth when the large male caught up and pinned her to the ground, his jaw clamped to her ruff.
A lycan in lust was no gentleman.
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As a rather quiet, introverted child, Mel Teshco would never have believed it possible she’d one day be making a living writing hot, erotic stories and meeting so many other wonderful writers. She can most often be found at her computer, giving into her children and/or cats demands and occasionally/often drinking home brew, which brings out her sociable (i.e. loud) side. Her long-suffering husband is still waiting for retirement.
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