The Mountie's Werewolf (MM)
The Werewolves of Moose Creek
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, light consensual BDSM, sex toys, HEA]
Canadian Mountie Nick Stamos is the lead investigator in a gruesome murder. He’s been collecting evidence all night when he’s pulled off the case by a rival department and relegated to help with research only. He’s then forced to team up with a cop from a different police force, so they can share ideas and information. However, all Nick wants to do is share his new partner’s bed and figure out what mysterious secret he might be hiding.
Adam Gains has been teamed up with Nick, a surly detective with a reputation for getting the job done. He finds Nick overwhelming on their first meeting, but as time goes by, Adam desires a relationship with him, while his werewolf demands to sexually dominate him. He fears he might chase Nick away, but with the intense, sensual pull he feels for Nick, he can’t seem to walk away from potential love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Parking his vehicle and shutting off the engine, he reached into the backseat area and grabbed his flashlight from the floor. He left his SUV and made his way to the crime scene. He didn’t know what he wanted to look for, but going by his gut feeling, he knew he needed to return to the scene.
Police tape cordoned off the crime scene and most of the grounds surrounding it. When Nick neared the barn, he could read the yellow tape. WSP DO NOT CROSS was written on it in bold, black letters. They even got rid of the tape I had my officers put up and replaced it with their own. Assholes.
A strange feeling came over Nick, causing the hair on his forearms to stand up. He felt as if someone had been close, watching his every move. He turned and looked, casing his surroundings, when he picked up movement in his peripheral vision in the front window of the house. Nick focused in on the window, but saw nothing this time. With the light of the full moon possibly distorting his vision, he thought he might have been seeing things. However, he decided to investigate the house anyway. Trying to remain calm, he slowly backed away from the barn, drew his sidearm, and headed to the farmhouse hoping to gain entry and shake the feeling that someone else was there. Quickening his pace, he made it to the front door and tried the doorknob. The handle turned, and the door opened. Why would the WSP leave this house unsecured? He heard a creak coming from the floor above and now knew for sure he wasn’t alone.
His heart raced as he moved against the walls of the house with only a flashlight to guide him. He felt a light switch against his shoulder and flicked the lever on. However, nothing happened. Looks like Ted forgot to pay his utility bill. Nick tried to keep a level head in a dangerous situation. Most people would turn and run away, but Nick needed to know who could be in the house with him. Maybe it’s the murderer?
With as much stealth and alertness as he could muster, he found a rickety set of wooden stairs off a hallway and started his ascension. Each step creaked, echoing through the old house and making Nick cringe. As he neared the top of the staircase, beads of sweat began to trickle down his forehead. His breathing increased with his heart rate, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through his body. Despite the warm summer evening, shivers ran along his spine, causing gooseflesh to spread all over his body.
He stopped at the top landing with his back pushed into a corner and listened for any sound that would give away the location of the intruder. In case the person happened to be a vagrant or teenagers in the house, Nick cried out, “This is the Northern Mounted Police, and you are trespassing on a crime scene. Step into the beam of my flashlight with your hands up.”
Listening intently, he picked up on the sound of a low, rumbling growl. It struck him as familiar. He heard the same noises coming from Adam and his cousin. “This is your second warning, show yourself.”
The growling became louder with an occasional snarl, causing him to jump each time he heard it. I think this is a wild animal. Knowing the victim had possibly been killed by a vicious, wild animal, the cop in him had to investigate further, even though the man inside of him wanted to get the hell out. Looking down a short hallway, he counted three doors. He couldn’t pinpoint which room the snarling came from as it echoed through the hallway, so he needed to check all of them. With his back against the wall he edged closer to the first room. The door was closed. Nick put his ear up to it and listened. The sounds didn’t seem to be coming from that particular room.
Moving on to the next room, the door was open. He shone his flashlight inside and scanned the room while trying to keep focused on the growling sounds. From his quick perusal, he didn’t notice anything in the room. Nick turned to face the last door and inched his way toward it. The beam of light began to quiver as his hands started to shake from the unknown. The door stood ajar, so Nick took a deep breath and pushed it open. From what he could make out, the room appeared to be a master bedroom with scant furnishings other than a bed, a dresser, and a chair. Nick stepped inside the room and noticed something move beside the bed. Backing himself against the wall for safety, he steadied the flashlight beam as best as he could and aimed his gun.
“Come out from behind the bed with your hands up,” Nick yelled in his most authoritative tone. His directive was met with a louder growl, which Nick could feel vibrating through the floorboards. “Oh my God, what the fuck are you?”
Nick watched as the beast lifted his furry head. The creature’s eyes glowed luminescent silver, his muzzle appeared elongated to extreme proportions, and his fangs distended to enormous lengths. Nick had never seen anything like him. He continued to gaze at the animal as it stood upright then jumped on top of the bed with little effort. If Nick had to guess, the thing looked as if it were part wolf, but his upright stance threw him off from any other conclusions.
Adam glanced at Nick, looking him up and down and nodding his approval. Nick’s large frame and rippling muscles made the dominance even more salacious and rewarding. He walked over to the table and tapped on the padded leather a few times. “I want you lie down.”
Nick jumped up onto the platform and spread out on his back, his dick erect and signaling his willingness. “No, no, no. I want you to lie on your stomach and place your arms above your head and your legs spread. Also, I don’t want there to be any talking.”
Not waiting to watch Nick roll over, Adam went to the armoire and fished out the tools his wolf desired for this encounter. He grabbed four sets of handcuffs and walked over to Nick’s prone body. He wrapped the cold steel of the handcuff around Nick’s wrist, locking it in place and the other end through the eyelet on the bed. Continuing around Nick’s body, he locked his other wrist and both ankles in the same fashion.
He stood back and gazed at Nick’s tapered back, tight ass, and strong legs. He’s so fucking sexy. The bed needed to be tilted slightly, so Adam grabbed the crank and started turning it to adjust the platform. The table moved to a forty-five-degree angle, and then he stopped cranking the handle. Perfect.
“What are you going to do with me?” Nick asked, his head turned to the side and his gaze toward Adam.
Adam slapped his ass cheek hard as Nick appeared to wince from the strike. “Silence!”
“I’m sorry. I won’t say another word.”
He went back to the cabinet and came back with a ball gag. “This is the start to your punishment, since you can’t seem to follow directions.” Adam shoved the red rubber ball between Nick’s teeth and tethered it in the back of his head. “No more talking now. If you can’t take what’s going to happen, I want you to snap your fingers three times, and I’ll stop. I planned on giving you a safety word, but obviously you’re not allowed to talk. Can you show me that you can snap your fingers?”
Nick nodded and snapped his fingers on his right hand three times. The sharp noise filled the silence of the empty room as Adam ran a soothing hand to Nick’s red ass cheek. “Good boy. Now, I’m still upset with you, so you must be punished.” Nick nodded his head again.
Adam went back to the armoire and found a large-size butt plug and some lubricant. He enjoyed the slow back-and-forth buildup to the pleasure the two men would explore together. For once in a long time, his wolf was being indulged, and he felt the excitement building inside of him and his beast.
With a slow meander back to the table, Adam placed the items above Nick’s shoulder, to keep them from rolling off the platform, and started stroking his body. His claws protruded, and he gently raked them down Nick’s back to his ass, leaving angry, red lines in their wake. He did this about four times, marking Nick as his. Unable to resist the curved ass in front of him, he bent down and placed nipping bites all over the tender flesh. “Your ass is so tempting.” Adam began laving his tongue everywhere he had bitten, working his way toward Nick’s centre.
Adam turned his attention to his cleft, running his tongue up and down his crack, going deeper with every pass. Using his hands, he opened up Nick’s ass cheeks and spit on his puckered asshole. Immediately, his tongue followed, cleaning up his saliva. He pulled back and looked at Nick’s tight hole. Very nice. Moving forward, he continued to work his tongue back and forth against his ass.
Nick lifted his hips upward, grinding his asshole against Adam’s tongue. Adam stopped and swatted Nick’s ass cheek again. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m running the show here. Well, it looks like I’m going to have to step up the punishment yet again.”
Standing up, he grabbed the lubricant and opened the new tube. He then took the butt plug and squeezed a line of lube along the length of the black, diamond-shaped rubber. Adam tossed the tube on the floor and began stroking the plug, making sure to coat the entire insert. He smeared the remainder of the greasy substance onto Adam’s asshole.
“I think it’s time to feel some massive intrusion. Then, maybe, you’ll learn to behave.” Adam wrapped his hand around the base of the butt plug and gripped the object tight. He placed the elongated, narrow tip against Nick’s slippery asshole and began to insert the plug. Nick seemed to be relaxed as Adam eased the tip inside, working it in, deeper and deeper. The width of the object grew in size, making the plunge a little tougher. However, since Nick didn’t snap his fingers, Adam continued to push the phallus even deeper.
Nick moaned, and Adam glanced up at his face. Nick nodded, and Adam thrust the plug all the way inside his anus. A loud groan came from Nick, yet still, he didn’t snap his fingers. Adam twisted the base back and forth, making sure the object remained secure in his asshole. He let go of the butt plug and walked to the sheet he’d thrown on the floor earlier, wiping the excess lube from his hand.
He went back to Nick and stood beside him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back to face him better. “Do you want me to take my clothes off now?”
Adam’s hand let go of his hair so he could answer. Nick paused and then nodded.
“If I ask you a question, I expect an immediate response. Do you understand?”
Nick nodded again, without hesitation.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other. Now let’s see what’s going on under the table.”