New Bonds

By Jackson Fuller

A werewolf named Asher wants to settle and start growing his pack. His current members, however, want to hunt and eat humans. He forbade it, but he fears they no longer listen to him. When Mason the cab driver saves him from a confrontation with Asher’s mate, his pack targets Mason as their next victim. Mason finds himself intoxicated with this mysterious, handsome man with the dangerous boyfriend while Asher finds it increasingly difficult to ignore what the charming cabbie could offer him as a new partner.

Next, Clark was exiled from his old pack. Isolated and, yes he’d admit it, painfully horny, he seeks out a new pack he hears is starting in Winter’s Haven. Before he finds the pack, he meets a Hunter who offers to help him with one of his increasingly pressing needs. Clark finds him terribly appealing, and his offer to tie Clark up in the bedroom doesn’t get passed up. But when Clark realizes the Hunter wants a member of his new clan, Clark is no longer certain he can trust him.

Promises are broken while new bonds form in the gay werewolf erotica novel, New Bonds.

While this gay erotica contains explicit sex, it does not contain abo dynamics or male pregnancy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackson Fuller
• Release date: Oct 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463611661

Jackson Fuller

Jackson Fuller is a 30-something dude who writes gay erotica in his downtime to destress from his job. He specializes it mostly happy works with as little "gay pain" as possible while still keeping a story interesting and engaging. He also dabbles in fanfiction from time to time to take a break from longer works.

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New Bonds

Copyright © 2018 by Jackson Fuller

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a database or retrieval system, or distributed in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, Jackson Fuller, or in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Cover by Jackson Fuller. Stock images by raincarnation40 and gerryimages with license through Pixabay.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, situations and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All characters illustrated in a sexual situation are over the ages of 21.

For more works by Jackson Fuller, please visit http://www.notamaincharacter.com/

Table of Contents

Prologue

The Leader

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

The Mender

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

Prologue

The man was back outside their sunken cage. Bright, dark amber eyes watched her. Primrose raised her head at his approach. The man appeared as a wolf for this visit. He rose up onto his hind legs and rested his front paws on the railing that separated him from the rest of the wolves in the exhibit. It was night - long after all the visitors to the zoo left. Primrose saw him once before as a human, and he travelled with another human. He had the same amber eyes, but with rich brown curls and earthy golden skin. Primrose’s clan knew what he was then, and it was no surprise to see him as a wolf now.

When the man visited first, Primrose’s clan asked what they should think of one of the gods looking down upon them. She had replied to wait. She’d lived long enough to see her own kind ignore her in a place like this. Primrose had wanted to break out with her clan, but it would require changing all of them and finding a place to settle. She didn’t have the strength for it – not anymore. She’d need a plan. Wait for the cubs to grow. Wait for everyone to be well and strong. It meant her mate, an older wolf named Leona, might not live to see them all change. Leona didn’t mind, she said it was a gift to have just found Primrose, but the thought of losing Leona kept Primrose awake at night.

Her clan was happy to wait for her to formulate a plan, but the sight of another like her – another of the gods – excited the clan. They thought they would be saved sooner.

And then he vanished. Primrose tried to tell them to relax and wait. Her plan would save them, but it would require time. One of them had snapped and told her that she may have time, but they didn’t. That was true. Leona didn’t have time. And her time was precious to Primrose.

Now the other returned, and Primrose’s pack watched the other in silence. A few glanced at Primrose to see her reaction.

Primrose could smell another nearby. The new smell had just been changed recently. He still smelt new. Filled with nervous energy. They smelt of each other. The man’s mate. The man spoke in a tongue they would understand.

We are forming a new clan, he said. We do not have the resources right now to change all of you immediately, but we have property. We would like to release you and change you as more resources come available.

Where will we live? one of the younger asked.

We have woods, he said. There will be a high fence along the property to keep humans out, and it will span the length of days.

It’s another cage, another said. He turned to Primrose and asked, Is it?

No, Primrose replied. I don’t believe it is. She asked the man, Will we have a home?

The man hesitated and watched her. He was young, and Primrose had been a wolf for longer than half this man’s life. He might not know who – or what - Primrose was. She’d been with the wolves so long that her scent may easily be muddled even if one knew what to look for. Yes, the man replied. We will be building housing so everyone can live comfortably in their preferred form. You will be welcome to build dens on the property. The fence is to keep humans out, not to keep any of you in. You will be welcome to venture outside the land, but we’d recommend you be a human if you’re travelling along the main roads.

Primrose said, It sounds promising.

One of the wolves asked, You’ll really take us?

We can take you tonight, if you’d like, he said. We just can’t turn you immediately.

Another asked, What if one of us grows sick or old? Will you reconsider turning that one?

Primrose thought of her mate. Leona rested quietly next to her. She asked no questions. Primrose said, We have some that are growing weary.

The man nodded. We’ll change people as it becomes necessary, but they may have to live as wolves for some time while we sort of living arrangements.

Excitement bubbled through the clan. Primrose grew nervous, and the man watched her carefully. The man stated, You’re an exile.

My name is Primrose McNally. I was born a human, and my partner and I were turned by a very wonderful clan during a famine. We lived as wolves for some time and we lived with the clan for centuries. I was trained as a Witch and served as the clan’s Witch for nearly fifty years until my partner was killed by hunters a century ago. I killed the hunters without discussing it with my clan. I was exiled for my behaviour. I travelled as a wolf, and I was captured and taken here several years ago.

You haven’t left? the man asked.

No. They’re my clan now, and they need me, Primrose said. I will understand if you will not accept me, but please take the rest of them.

The man softened. I’ve done worse than you. You’re welcome to join us if you’ll accept us. We could use a Witch.

And I could use a clan. Primrose said, Tell me what happened.

The Leader

Chapter One

Asher Hughes stood on the street corner with his arms tightly folded across his chest. The streetlamps put his and the other man under a spotlight. Their shadows stretched out onto the road. Asher’s normally soft expression twisted into a scowl. Tall and built like a brick wall, Lucien loomed over, only making Asher’s average height seem smaller and meeker. Even his large, Roman nose seemed more delicate when contrasted with Lucien’s massive frame.

Asher’s amber eyes locked onto Lucien’s small, blue ones as he asked, You’re seriously suggesting that we kill again?

You know we need a-

We’ve always used other creatures in the past, Asher said. We honour the corpse. We thank the creature for sacrificing itself for us and ask the spirits to help the new soul cross over safely.

You sound like your mother.

I am not my mother, he snarled, but I won’t kill a human again.

They say-

Who are they?

The other clans, Lucien said. They say that a human sacrifice gives us the best strength - that they stay healthier for longer.

So what - so we can be more immortal? he asked with a harsh laugh. I’d rather kill a deer once a fortnight than a human once every decade.

You don’t like the hunt?

He softened and searched his face for even a shadow of the man he fell in love with. It worries me that you do, Lucien.

Lucien gripped his arm and said, You’re ignoring the gifts given to us. Disrespecting them.

Asher pushed him away. You’re the one disrespecting them. It’s twisting you into something else.

When he started to walk away, Lucien grabbed his arm and yanked him back towards him. The pain surprised him. You’re being a fool, Lucien said. You’ll change your mind.

Fear crept through Asher. He hated Lucien like this. Let go, he said as he tried to push away from him. I’m done talking to you.

That’s right, you’re done talking, but you’re not done listening.

Several moments earlier, Mason Scarborough circled the block in his cab, looking for fares - preferably the type that wouldn’t throw up in his back seat. He spotted a man with russet brown curls trying to pull away from a towering man with dusty blond hair and a strong jaw.

He made a U-turn and pulled up to the curve. Stepping out of the cab, he asked, Do you need a lift, sir?

Mason saw some relief on his face, and he smiled softly. Asher couldn’t believe his luck, but Lucien sharply said, He’s fine.

Mason’s face turned stiff again as his wide, deep set black eyes darted towards Lucien. Asher thought Mason was a decent height, but Lucien had at least four inches on him. Mason was well-built; Asher took the time to admire his strong arms. The lamplight illuminated his warm, sepia skin, reminding Asher of the rich, clay earth in the garden he grew up with. Mason buttoned up his vest as he stepped towards them. He repeated, Sir, do you need a ride somewhere?

Mason was intimidating, and he could tell his rough, gravelly voice threw Lucien off of him game. It made Mason seem larger and tougher somehow. Yes, Asher said. Yes please.

With a firm pull, Asher freed his arm from Lucien. Mason opened the passenger side door. He stepped in, and he closed it behind him before Mason walked around to his side. As he pulled away from the curb, Asher watched Lucien in the rear view mirror. With his upper lip raised into a snarl, he looked furious.

Asher hugged himself. He shook in his own arms, and he hated herself for it. Lucien had scared him before, but he thought those days were over. They made promises to each other. It wasn’t just Lucien - it was what he suggested. But how could he return to his mother with his tail between his legs after all this time?

And how could he leave his clan knowing they intended to kill someone?

He looked at the cab driver who stared firmly on the road. His black hair was hidden under a flat cap, and he looked at the thick arm hair below the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt. A fine layer of stubble rested on his face, and he suspected that no matter how much he shaved, it was always present. Mason avoided his eye and let him look. Asher thought he was handsome, but he tried to remember his coarse voice. He really liked that. He thought it saved his from the conversation with Lucien.

I’m sorry, Asher said. I must look like quite a fool to you.

Hardly.

Thank you for stopping, he replied. I don’t consider myself a man who needs a knight in shining armour, but I’m glad someone was there tonight.

Mason smiled softly. I hardly consider myself a knight in shining armour.

He wouldn’t make eye contact with Asher. What did the man think of him? He didn’t seem smug about saving Asher. Ashamed maybe? Yes, I’m sorry, Asher said.

Will you be safe at your house? he asked.

Asher started, Oh he wouldn’t have-

The man focussed on the road.

I’m staying at a hotel. I’ll be safe there, Asher said before rattling off the address.

That’s a nice place.

I don’t have a wallet or purse or anything. Do you mind waiting while I go up and grab it? Or you could come up? Whatever you’re more comfortable with.

I can come up and check your room for you, he replied. I’m not going to ask for a fare.

Please, I’d feel better paying you.

Mason didn’t want to say he felt better not accepting money, but he gave him a nod. Asher looked rattled, and his eyes darted around quickly as if he suspected they were being watched even in a moving vehicle. He wondered what the other man had said to rattle his so much.

Any anger he saw in his face before had completely left his body. All that was left was a shell of fear, and he could see him trying to rebuild himself in the car. As they grew nearer to the hotel, his expression grew more firm and his shoulders more confident. He stopped fidgeting with his hands and folded them neatly in his lap. Asher’s face unsettled him. He looked like he wore a mask, completely hiding any of his feelings. He wondered if he had to wear it often.

He wondered what Asher looked like when he gave someone a genuine smile.

He parked the cab out front and the valet gave Asher a nod as they entered the hotel. Asher noticed how the man hunched over slightly as they walked through the extravagant lobby. Chandeliers, expensive furniture, and rich, unstained carpets loitered in the hall. He thought the cab driver stood out in his slacks, dishevelled shirt, and wrinkled vest. He pulled his hat down slightly as if to hide his face.

While they waited in the elevator, Asher said, I really do appreciate what you did.

I’m just glad I could help, Sir.

Asher, he said, and when he smiled at him, the man looked away.

He nodded and offered no name in response. Asher wondered if he had crossed a line, and then he supposed the man didn’t want a friend that seemed like nothing but trouble. He couldn’t remember the last time he met someone he wanted to know better, and he frowned as he realized getting to know him better would only put him in danger. He walked to his room and pulled the key out of his pocket. The man looked around his room as he pulled his wallet out of one of his suitcases.

Are you staying in the city long? he asked.

I don’t really know, Asher replied. What do I owe you?

I didn’t turn on the meter, he said.

Asher suspected he still knew exactly how much he owed him. He pulled two crisp fifties out of his wallet and handed them to him. The man shook his head. That’s too much.

Please, he said. The machine never spits out twenties when I need them anyway. I only have fifties.

He hesitated, and Asher held out the money. He wondered what his hands felt like, and briefly considered playfully prying his hand open and putting it into his palm. Mason adjusted his hat and took the two fifties. He folded them and put them into his pants’ pocket. Thank you. When he pulled his hand out of his pocket, he drew out a business card. He said, If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me.

He looked at the card. It was a plain off-white with a name and a number. Mason Scarborough. The edges were perforated, as if he printed them himself. Asher supposed he probably did.

Thank you, Asher said. Truly.

He offered Mason a half smile, and his eyes met Asher’s briefly before darting away. He simply gave him a nod and then left the room.

Asher exhaled and moved into the bathroom to unbutton his shirt. As he slid it off his shoulders, he noticed Lucien in his mirror. He tried to hide his unease, and any comfort that Mason had given him had faded completely. Lucien folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. He asked, What did you plan to achieve with that stunt?

Time to think, Asher replied. Perhaps give you time to calm down.

I thought you were picking out our next sacrifice, Lucien said. He took the business card off the bathroom counter. Mason Scarborough.

Yes.

The boys’ll check what ties he has, he replied. "This worked out for us in the