Wolfpack Gangbang: Savannah

By Coyote Rose

Savannah Truman is determined to get her beachfront property developed as quickly as possible, and she's willing to butt heads with Jake to get it done - NOW!
Jake cares about the men on his crew, and refuses to push them any harder. Savannah doesn't care - she wants her hotel built, pronto. When she pushes Jake too far, though, all hell breaks loose and she finds herself up against some angry, monstrous werewolves. The question is - just how much does she like it?

This story contains both parts of Savannah's learning experience with a rowdy pack of werewolves. It contains hot monster cock, horny bitchy women, and rough sex in the moonlight - be warned! 8000 wds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ButtonFly Books
• Release date: Jan 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498927604

Book preview

Wolfpack Gangbang: Stealing Savannah

It was a job, like any other. The raw black earth contrasted wildly with the shining silver concrete that would be the parking lot one day soon. The glass and steel high rise building was coming along, too, although it was hard to see in the darkness. The entire scene was full of trucks, cranes and bulldozers, while men of all shapes and sizes rushed around performing their tasks. Huge spotlights illuminated the jobsite.

One of those men, Jake Wolfe, watched the frenzy carefully from what would eventually be the motel lobby. His company was young and this was their biggest job to date - the job that would make or break their name as Wolfgang Enterprises. He wanted it to be done right.

His crew was unique, talented and hardworking. They bought into this company, wanting its success as much as he did. They all stood to make a lot of money.

One of his men, Saul, yelled across the lot to get Jake’s attention, and pointed.  Jake turned and squinted through the darkness to see Savannah Truman storming his way. Great. Just what he needed. It was twelve-thirty in the morning, so what the hell was Mistress Bitch doing out here?

It was a cruel nickname that the guys had come up with, but it suited her. She'd ridden their asses for the last week, wanting to know why her hotel wasn't finished yet. She didn't seem to understand the ins and outs of construction at all. She didn't understand that there were permits to wait for, inspections to be made before certain parts of the job could progress, and sleep. She didn't understand, evidently, that at some point during the long hot beach days, while she was busy sunning herself, that his men had to sleep.

Jake made sure that they took the afternoons off, to go inside, rest and get out of the steamiest part of the day. He didn't want them getting sick. They were as close to a family as he'd ever had. Besides, they were all more comfortable working late into the night. It was cooler, for one thing, and it kept them out of trouble.

Savannah was headed right for him, and he took a moment to admire her tall thin frame and long legs. She was a beauty, and she knew it. He'd imagined more than once that she enjoyed sashaying through the crew of big sweaty