Paranormal, M/M, Werewolves
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When Pryor's daughter Lily is taken by a wolf, Pryor is
convinced she has turned into the creature he sees lurking in his woods.
He swears she promises to return to him. But is it his despair and desperation
making him see things or is there something more lurking in the shadows of the
forest? When he meets Ned, a silversmith who helps him with a plan to
bring his daughter back into his life, he begins to live again. But can his
newfound love help ease the horror that may be waiting? What if the ultimate
horror isn’t when Lily was taken but it’s when Lily returns and he realizes his
nightmare has only just begun...
Excerpt:
LILY
I am Lily's
father, my name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father's Day when she was
taken from me. I still believe being Lily's father is the most important thing
in this world.
Unfortunately, my
daughter dwells in another world.
* * * * *
* * * * *
I glanced at the
necklace. Ned's pressed close to me, but the necklace I hoped would bring Lily
back to me felt closer. Ned was soft in his sleep; not the bull of a man he was
when he's awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness
that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. The necklace caught the
light of the fading moon and I wondered where Lily was tonight.
The old clock on
the nightstand hummed quietly; its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of
the necklace that lay beside it and yet I heard the clock, it won in that
department. Time always does.
Ned moved against
me, I could feel his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his
arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved
Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love
had disappeared from my life all together.
The clock still
hummed, never quiet; it's old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to
know that it was passing and with each minute Lily fell farther and farther
into the darkness. The tears came then and at the same time Ned's cock pushed
more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I
could truly feel his penis--not hard, not entirely soft--on the edge of
wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace; hearing the
clock, feeling Ned's cock, his muscles, I fell away into him and closed my
eyes.
"Why aren't
you sleeping?"
"I was,"
I replied softly.
"No you
weren't," his voice was sleepy; distant and yet he knew things, he knew I
was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.
"It's
Father's Day," I answered, skipping over my lie. "Do you think she
will come?" I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another
tear fell.
"Come
closer," he whispered.
"How much
closer could I get?"
"Closer,"
he said again, a growl, a grunt; there was the bull I knew.
His lips brushed
on my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my
mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.
"I never get
sick of touching you," he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.
Smiling, I turned
in his big arms and I could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him.
'Magic arms' I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me
feel completely safe and for one man to be able to do that for another was
amazing.
I kissed him and
was happy to discover his breath was not bad but sweet, the trace of his
toothpaste before bed still there and I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed
gently, his cock fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked
him through his boxers; he was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his
mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper; at one point I was almost certain
one of us was going to stop breathing.
He finally
relented but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.
"Fuck, you
make me nuts," he grumbled, we both laughed at his joke.
His hand reached
for my cock; I slept naked so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough
hands and my skin.
"You like
that?"
I nodded, I did
like it, I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy
after Lily disappeared.
His hands were
rough but I relished his edges; he touched me as if he knew me and, after a
year, I guess he kind of did.
"You want me
to suck it?" His voice was hoarse with his question; there was still a shy
embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn't really believe he was going to suck
cock.
"What do you
think?"
My response
excited him. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark; the fading moon told
me just enough.
When you had a
daughter like mine, you learned a lot from the moon.
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1 comment:
The writing is excellent and the flow attracts me. My only problem is, and I'm sure that wouldn't be the case if I had read the whole story, that the excerpt suggests that Pryor had a more than father/daughter relationship with Lily... 'He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved Lily.' 'I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy after Lily disappeared.' Maybe that's the way it should read or, as I said above, maybe it wouldn't imply that when read in context. I just wanted to flag it up.
Other than that I really enjoyed the excerpt. It had just the right mix of pathos, sex, energy and mystery.
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