Impure and the Beast - A Sexy Supernatural Gay M/M Shapeshifter Novelette from Steam Books

By Bernadette Russo and Steam Books

 Coming out while attending school in Paris, Tristan finally gets a taste of his sexuality, but he has no idea he's about to step into an even more strange and exciting world: he discovers a race of men known as Others that can transform into beasts when aroused... and one of them includes Tristan's new boss at the institute where he studies.

Warning: This 10,393-word novelette is a steamy read that features explicit scenes including gay M/M sex and romance, supernatural shapeshifter action, virgins, werewolves, oral and anal sex, and may be too much for timid readers!

~ DUSK NATION ~
Humanity has no idea of the secret societies that surround them but remain in the shadow of the dusk: entire races of the supernatural coexist, and their dealings with each other as well as a select few humans range between blood lust... and sometimes just plain lust.

BONUS! This ebook contains a preview of the hot novelette "The Night Raiders" by Bernadette Russo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steam Books
• Release date: Oct 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781634571104

Bernadette Russo

(Bernadette Russo) Bernadette Russo loves filling her steaming hot erotic stories with details of the exotic locales her characters consummate their passions in, details she can describe because her work experience has brought her from the U.K., to mainland Europe, to Asia. Along the way she's met many friendly (and sexy) natives and has gotten close to the international and gay community, which help inspire her sensual stories. Bernadette has a Bachelors in Communications Research and has worked experience in sales and management, but we have a hunch her readers are more interested in her work with Steam Books Erotica & Romance, and we can't blame them!

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CHAPTER 1

Arnaud Lupin sighed as he leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs wider as the Japanese guy with the spiky hair crouched before him. Although he knew that Fuwad, his Moroccan driver, could not see what he was doing through the plate-glass that separated them, he still felt a little self-conscious. Nevertheless, he had needs, and as the Change approached, the old-fashioned way was still the best way of dealing with it.

He forgot what the man’s name was, not that it mattered. His mouth was absolutely awesome. Arnaud couldn’t have prepared himself for the slippery, wet skills of his companion. The kneeling one knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly what effect it had on men.

Nearly two-thirds of the way down his shaft, the Asian slid his mouth back slowly, until he could wrap his tongue around the head of Arnaud’s rod. Pre-cum oozed out of his cock and onto the warm tongue, which sucked it up eagerly.

Arnaud began thrusting up, desperate for more, as the coming Change coursed through his blood. It was difficult, however, considering the fact that his pants were bunched up around his lower legs. Small, warm hands gently grasped the base of his cock, pressed against the soft hairs of his groin, keeping him from thrusting too hard. Still, Arnaud was rewarded as the mouth opened wider and took more of his shaft in.

Eyes closed, Arnaud grabbed the kneeling man’s head and began trying to move deeper into his mouth. 

Then he yelped. 

The Japanese guy wanted him to know who was boss. Teeth began rubbing against Arnaud’s corona, and he understood. 

Arnaud gritted his teeth and tried to sit still. It had been so long since he had cum, what with the recent demands on his time.

The kneeling one’s name was Daisuke Fukuoka, and he was no mere callboy who plied his trade on the streets of Paris. Not only did he service the rich and powerful exclusively, he was also a Familiar: one of the few humans who knew of the Others, and who willingly served them in the hopes of getting infected. The chances were slim, of course, but hope sprang eternal among this group.

As far as Daisuke was concerned, however, he would have done this client for free, regardless of whether he was an Other or not. Arnaud’s age, typical of his kind, was hard to determine – he looked anywhere between his early thirties to his early forties. He looked absolutely hot with his stunningly hawkish features; perfectly trimmed eight o’clock shadow which ended in a short, pointy, dark brown beard; and hooded eye-lids over bright green eyes. 

Daisuke’s hand crept up beneath the formal shirt and undershirt beneath, reveling in the hard abs of the man he sucked. It was deliciously covered by a pelt of soft, thick hair. He loved them hairy; the hairier the better – so unlike most of the men back home. 

The amount he was being paid to service this beautiful one was obscene, but he wasn’t being paid for his skill. He was being paid for his silence, as well as reimbursed for the potential risk involved. He could tell that his client was nearing his Change, a fact made evident by the slightly nutty, slightly cookie dough-like smell of his sweat. 

He was in grave danger, he knew, but he also understood that the exchange of bodily fluids during this time increased the likelihood of infection—a type of ‘infection’ he voraciously desired. Close to