Eye of Wolf (Alpha Gay Werewolf Romance)

By Skye Eagleday

Eye of Wolf (Alpha Gay Werewolf Romance)

(Featuring the breakout character from the best selling Tales of the Werebear series) Dallas had left his Werewolf Pack and former lover far behind in Phoenix to take a much needed break with his Seattle friend, Billy the Power Bottom. He meets another potential alpha--Jax. There is an immediate attraction on several levels that will lead Dallas back into the complexity of the Pack Politics he was trying to escape. Suddenly Dallas finds himself a witness as Jax is Challenged by his brother for Pack Leader. Jax would prefer to walk away--will his homophobic Pack accept the first openly gay alpha? Especially when Dallas is standing beside him?

(An adults only gay erotic romance that includes E-Reader  melting graphically explicit sexual encounters between alpha werewolves. This over 14,000 word story includes the Tale of Dallas and Jax that first appeared in my Supernatural Sex and the City, along with all new material.)

Excerpt:

“I'm Jeffery St. Claire,” a deep voice said from behind me. If I hadn't been so focused on Jax, he couldn't have sneaked up on me. This was a potentially dangerous and very unknown place. I couldn't afford to get careless. He stepped in front of me and offered me his hand. When I shook it, I felt the unmistakable tingle of the evne, the supernatural energy that makes us who and what we are.  I wondered if he were doing it on purpose, or if he were just so powerful it just constantly dripped out of him. He gave me that look I knew so well--”When can we do it?” Nice to know I still had it.

“How long have you known Jax?” I asked. I wasn't going to run off and bang him at a funeral. That would be even more tacky than the best man fucking the bride right before the wedding. As Bette Midler once said, “I have my standards. They may be low, but I have them.”

I'll admit I was tempted. I knew from direct experience with my werebear, someone who was able to focus his evne could kick up sex into the stratosphere. But to my own surprise, I really wondered about Jax and what it would be like to actually be his formal mate. God, who do I think I am? Sadie, Sadie, married lady? Like I was ever known as Mr. Monogamous. I mean, I had once been called an incubus slamming Viagra.

“Since we were kids. Our fathers were allies, so you know how those things go. Your family is required to alternate an occasional weekend at your ally's home. If you have more than one child, then the kid is sent over as  a potential hostage and then he gets returned to show how much of an ally you really are.” He looked over at Jax who was still busy with his funeral duties. “But our fathers were close on all levels—just like Jax and I were.” He looked back at me just to make sure I heard “with benefits” was the unspoken tag line. Sure, like father like sons. Jacob had probably been envious of Jeffery as well. He got to watch Jax go spend fun weekends with Jeffery. I bet I know who his first boyfriend was. How convenient.

Wait—what the hell? Instead of thinking about what it would be like to have a fun weekend of my own with Jefferey I was actually feeling a tickle of jealousy he was Jax's childhood cherry popper? What was wrong with me? Maybe I was suffering from PTSD after the ripping the head off thing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skye Eagleday
• Release date: Jan 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781497797598

Skye Eagleday

I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night. I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises? You can visit my blog: www.SkyeEagleday.blogspot.com

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Eye of Wolf

Skye Eagleday

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Chapter One

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Dallas

Wow. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth.  That was a first. I felt the tip of his tongue stroke up and down less than half an inch below it.  That started teasing me towards an edge I hadn't been to in far too long. He kept holding my lower lip inside his and I felt like little bolts of electricity were shooting straight from my mouth into my cock.

My trip to Seattle was paying off in a number of ways. His eyes were glowing as golden as my own, a sure sign of mutual arousal. It had been awhile since I had been with another Wolf. Being banged by a werebear as long as I had been was great (although really, really rough), but now I realized how much I had missed being with one of my own kind.

He had me on my back, with a fancy assed pillow he said was filled with buckwheat. That had sounded a little too Bed, Bath and Beyond for me, but he obviously knew what he was doing. He let go of my lip and started working his way down my neck, which was exposed and arched as if I were doing a submission move to my Pack Leader. One day I'll be an alpha myself, but until then, I was fine with this. He brushed his wet lips against the hollow of my throat. Then he ran the soft flat of his tongue up until he was licking my friggin Adam's apple. I could feel every separate stubble hair he triggered. I got goosebumps as he paused and massaged around there in wide circles with that incredible tongue. "Jax," I said, my voice sounding rough.

Jax

My own nipples are a central carnal command center, and I hoped Dallas felt the same way. I'd find out. I had finished with his lush lower lip and started out my patented ice cream swirl. I slowly licked in a circle starting outside of his aureola, circling ever closer towards his nipple the way I would do with an ice cream cone.

A Native American vamp I had tricked with a few days ago had told me the wind when it moves in its strongest power moves in a circle. I zeroed in closer, circling with my hungry tongue, quickly doing a flick on his nipple. Then I bit it. Hard. That got his attention.

Dallas

I should have known a guy with buckwheat pillows and more bottles of expensive crap in his bathroom than my mother had owned probably wasn't a stick a cock in it and he's done kind of playmate. But I hadn't expected anything quite like this. The Packs I had belonged to were pretty much dick and ass focused.

Jax reversed himself, where my first thought was he was getting ready for a 69. I opened my mouth in anticipation but he surprised me again. I was closer to coming than I had ever been without even having my cock directly involved. He reached down, grabbing both of my ankles. Then he started putting pressure halfway between my heels and ankle bones, using his thumbs. As he did so, his hard shaft started rubbing against my own. That was another new sensation. There were some sort of pressure points he was using—it was like turning on new, untested nerve endings. He timed his thrusts with stroking the places on my ankle. I felt like I had had my libido hacked! That was it—I came. Talk about playing footsie—I wonder if this is what that term had meant all along.

Jax

Sticky city—jackpot! I was just happy he hadn't splooged on my new pillows. They had been on sale for $69.00 each, which I saw as some sort of sign. My friend Billy had introduced me to him before he and Buck had taken off for a long hike in the Mount Rainier Rain Forest. At least I think it was a hike. The way Billy had laughed when he said it seemed to suggest it wouldn't be a standard REI event. Billy knew everybody. I was going to miss seeing him when I'd check everyone's ID at the door.

Meet Dallas, Billy had said. Fresh up from Phoenix. He then leaned closer, his spiky blonde hair brushing against my ear. I think you two wolfy boys should have a lot in common. Then he straightened up (as if) and I looked into the blue eyes of one of the best looking men I had ever seen outside of a porn vid. A little taller than me. Muscular, almost on the edge