Angel Among Wolves: The Initiation

By Mallorie Griffin

Christian Cole was a young man going through the traditional pain of a homosexual coming out of the closet. But he was doing it in a very dangerous climate, for there was a viral outbreak going on at the time. The Phantasia virus, as people had taken to calling it, transformed the infected into werewolves, then vampires, and now, angels in the third stage of the disease. It wasn't fatal, but it was still a little understand and dangerous disease.

But that didn't stop Christian from setting his sights on a gorgeous Native American co-worker by the name of Randy, or on his own new roommates Mike and Greg. Little did he know though, that all these men were wolves, and every single one of them was interested in him. And not just in him, but in taking him, all at once, while transformed as werewolves.

But can Christian cope with the idea of being infected? Of being an angel?

For mature readers ONLY, due to multiple and graphic descriptions of masturbation, inter-racial (Native American, African American, Caucasian) and gay sex, oral, anal, double penetration (oral and anal), and a rough gang bang at the climax. (30500 words.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mallorie Griffin
• Release date: May 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476088297

Mallorie Griffin

Mallorie Griffin is an up and coming romance and erotica writer, specializing in paranormal, werewolf, vampire, mythological and fantasy scenarios.

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Angel Among Wolves: The Initiation

Mallorie Griffin

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Copyright 2012 Mallorie Griffin

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Prologue

In early January of 2017, a genetic researcher released a virus into the world. A virus that changed the shape of humanity forever - literally. It started out giving people the power of shape shifting. Every full moon the infected would transform into werewolves, and in a sexual frenzy, take anything and anyone they could get their hands on. The virus was the ultimate STD; it was spread sexually, with near 100% transmission rates around the full moon.

Soon, it mutated, and infected people were now becoming vampires as the virus' code rewrote itself. And three months later, it was mutating again. Infected were now becoming angels.

The infected tried to hide from society, and they were successful. At first. But as they grew more and more numerous, society at large began to notice them, and the non-infected began to panic. There were mass riots, infected were being killed on site, and they began to fight back. Soon, the military was involved. Quarantines were put into place.

It was only with the help of some of the most powerful infected people in the world that they were able to turn the tide. The US government was pressured to file emergency legislation, new laws were in place to protect the rights of the infected, the turned, and the virus itself was studied by top scientists in the USA, and the world, in the hopes of engineering a cure. Those are hopes are on the distant horizon, however, if they exist at all.

For now, there is an uneasy peace between the turned, and the unturned. They're trickling back into society, but tensions are still high.

They're calling it the Phantasia virus.

Chapter 1

Christian flicked his cigarette butt on the ground, scowling a bit as he ground the ashes with his heel. He didn’t smoke often – hardly at all, in fact – but he had to get out of this damned store. He needed to get away from those goons for a bit, and get some blessed peace.

He was a technician at an electronics store, and he was constantly having to field such elaborate questions as ‘how do I program my DVD player clock?’ He hated this job, but he needed it. So he dealt with it.

His co-worker and smoking buddy, Randall, offered him another cigarette, but Christian declined. He mostly wanted to get out of the store, not get a black lung. He’d only just started working there a couple of weeks ago, and he already hated the place, but, fresh out of high school, he really needed the job. And while the customers and some of the managers were heinous, the co-workers were pretty awesome. Aside from Randy, he’d already made fast friends with a few other people.

What do you think of this whole virus thing? Randy asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. His thick fingers rolled the cigarette as he spoke, and Christian caught a flash in his dark eyes. Randy was, to put it bluntly, a hunk of a man. He was part Native American, so he had straight raven black hair, bronzed skin, and dark eyes. Add to that his strong face and wide cheek bones, with a slightly hooked nose, and he was positively dreamy.

Christian shrugged. I have no idea. It doesn’t seem like a big deal to me. No one’s dying, and it’s not like I’m going to get it. I haven’t had sex in months. Randy was talking about a strange virus spreading along the coast. People were calling it the Phantasia virus, since it had a nasty habit of transforming people into creatures of fantasy: werewolves, vampires, and now, angels. Christian personally thought the entire thing was surreal, but it didn’t worry him. Like he’d said, he was in a period of self-enforced abstinence, and this virus was spread sexually. As long as he stayed indoors around ‘that time of the month’, he was safe. He did think it was kind of strange how the virus operated on a lunar cycle, though.

Dude, you haven’t had sex in months? How long has it been?

He shrugged again. I dunno, 10 months?

What are you man, gay?

Shut up! In truth, that was exactly what Christian was worrying about at the moment. He’d never felt much of an attraction to girls, but men… men were different. Randy looked far more attractive than any other girl he’d slept with.

But even though the feeling only grew stronger month after month, year after year, he just couldn’t admit it to himself. His mom and dad would flip their shit, for one, if they found out. He’d get kicked out of the house for sure. So instead of admitting his true nature to himself, he hid behind a wall of abstinence. It was messed up for sure, but it was working, for now.

"I heard infected people are animals around the full moon, Randy continued, going back to the topic of the virus. I would love to get in the sack with one of those sexy little vampires." Christian had heard those rumors as well, though vampires didn’t interest him so much.

I think I’d prefer trying it with a werewolf, personally, he said, trying to sound nonchalant. He didn’t mention that he far preferred the idea of the werewolf being male, and railing him. He liked the idea of being overpowered, with something far bigger and stronger than himself taking him and conquering him. Not that he was much to conquer. At a whopping 5 feet, 9 inches, and all of 150 pounds, he just wasn't a large guy.

Really? Randy said? Christian thought he would be ribbing him a lot more for that, but he was oddly introspective. A werewolf? Huh. He flicked his cigarette butt on the ground. Think we should head back in?

I don’t really want to, Christian replied with a snort. But he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Just then, Adam Powell, their obnoxious, hard-ass manager, stuck his head out the door.

What the hell am I paying you two for? We’re swamped – get back in the store now! He immediately closed the door, assuming Randy and Christian would follow suit. The two exchanged a weary expression, and trudged back into the store. This shit just never ended.

*****

Christian pulled his battered old Corolla into the driveway of his parents’ house, feeling utterly exhausted. It had been a long, particularly grueling day, and all he wanted to do was collapse on the couch and play some video games.

His mom was in the kitchen though, and she looked just about how Christian felt. He didn’t understand why, she only worked a part time job at the library down the street. There’s no way her life was as stressful as his, working full time retail. She scowled at him as she pounded down some dough. He scowled back at her. He actually couldn’t really stand his parents, but they were giving him a place to stay while he figured out what the hell he wanted to do with his life.

Aren’t you in a pleasant mood, she remarked as she kneaded the bread dough. She liked to make bread from scratch, she said it calmed her down. Christian just thought she enjoyed punching things.

Not any less pleasant than your mood, he shot back. His mom glared at her. Christian decided it might be a better idea to hide in his room for a few hours, and not be so snarky. After all, they could still kick him out. He was 18, and legally an adult.

As he stomped up the stairs, the wood creaking in protest under his light weight, he had a sudden thought. He wanted to take a shower. Dumping his belongings in his room, he headed for the bathroom. It was a tiny one, just a toilet, sink, and shower stall, but it was enough for him, and for what he was planning to do. He made sure to grab his bottle of lube from the dresser. It stung less than soap.

He glanced in the small mirror above the sink for a moment,