Gay Werewolf Mating

By Tabatha Austin

Genre: Gay Werewolf Romance / Werewolf Mating 

Darryl and Tyler have been best friends since they were just a tractor-tire-high. They trust each other with everything and have always had each other’s backs. So when Darryl refuses to tell his best friend where he's sneaking off to at night, Tyler knows something is wrong. 

Tired of his evasions, Tyler decides to follow Darryl one night and stumbles straight into a secret werewolf bonding ritual. Unless something's done, his best friend is going to become the mate of a cocky and cruel alpha shifter. 

Can Tyler find a way to save his best friend and still escape with his life? 

This 8,300+ word gay paranormal short story contains detailed descriptions of gay sex, including oral and anal activities with a gay male werewolf. It is intended for the enjoyment of those who love gay romance shifter stories. 

Author's note: This is a full-length, standalone story. No cliffhanger.

Title changed from Gay Werewolf Mate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabatha Austin
• Release date: Jul 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507083642

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GAY WEREWOLF MATING

by Tabatha Austin

GAY WEREWOLF MATING

Tabatha Austin

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All Rights Reserved ©2016 Tabatha Austin. First Printing: 2016.

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 19 years of age or older.

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GAY WEREWOLF MATING

Darryl was quieter than a sinner in church as we drove my pickup down Thatcher’s dirt road. I looked over for a clue of where my friend’s spent his time lately.

His shoulder length dirty brown hair covered most of his face. Anything uncovered was obscured by the dark evening light. Even with a full moon I couldn’t read his expression. The constant squeezing of his hands together was a damn obvious clue something was up.

Darryl and I were friends since we were a tractor tire high. Growing up, I was the one that defended him. Kids will be kids and a skinny guy like Darryl was just too much temptation. I was big for my age then and I’m big now. Six foot two, and a size thirteen shoe as my Grandma would say.

Darryl was at least six inches shorter than me. I still saw the scrawny little kid sometimes, but damn if he didn’t turn out all right - especially lately. Guess he figured I couldn’t always be there for him. He hit the weights, took self-defense, and got a nice tight swimmer’s body. Of course, there was no real place around here to swim unless you count Miller’s pond. Good luck avoiding gunshots if he catches you.

I tapped at the steering wheel with my fist. You can tell me where you’re going, you know.

He smiled. It disappeared a second later. I told you, Tyler. Just three miles down the road, turn at the barn, then the old mine.

Well that’s just right helpful information, I let out a long sigh. You think you tell me. I swallowed away at the lump in my throat. I told you, I paused for a heartbeat, about me.