"It has been a while since I read the books of the original Luna Werewolf books, so I was happy to see a new series begin. This first story is about Dakota, a somewhat reluctant alpha, and Ash, the human who ends up being Dakota’s mate without knowing the first thing about werewolves, never mind their slightly more volatile luna werewolf cousins. With Calvin, a beta eager for Dakota to form his own pack, Ash’s crazy ex-boyfriend, and some nasty hunters always up to no good, this promises to be another exciting series. All Ash wanted was to get away from his abusive ex, Harris, so that he could live his life in peace. But just before Ash reaches his hometown in Texas, Harris catches up with him and tries to get him back. Ash is unwilling, Harris loses it and shoots Ash, and thanks to an unseen-by-them luna werewolf, Ash ends up rescued – but changed. When he wakes up to find his world has turned upside down, his first reaction is denial. He likes Dakota a lot, but he has no clue they are mates, and he has trouble believing it when he finds out. Dakota is an alpha with a dark past, and when he finds out that Ash is his mate, he is reluctant at first. Not that he can fight his instincts, but he has reason to be careful. Not least because Ash used to be a human and Dakota has no idea how he will take the news that he is now also a werewolf. Even better – an omega able to get pregnant! I liked how careful Dakota was with his revelations, and that he made allowances for Ash not knowing “the rules” of behavior. Yes, Dakota was as possessive as the next alpha, but he was also understanding and amazingly flexible. If you like luna werewolves, if two men who get thrown together by Fate and have to deal with the fallout sound interesting, and if you’re looking for a read that is suspenseful and hot, then you might like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“Let go, Harris. Let go!”
Ash turned his head away when Harris leaned in to kiss him. Before he used to look forward to Harris’s kisses, and even tease the man that he wanted more of them. Now, it sickened Ash to have the man’s warm lips pressing against his neck.
It seemed to bother Harris, too, but not in the same way that it bothered Ash because he let go of one of Ash’s shoulders so he could use that same bruising grip on Ash’s chin, forcing their mouths to meet as Harris used his strength to overpower Ash.
He pressed Ash into the door of the car, and Ash really started to panic when he felt Harris’s cock through his jeans, hard and pressing against Ash’s thigh. That wasn’t even the worst of it. Being forcefully kissed wasn’t exactly the more horrific thing that could happen to a person, but it was when Harris started unbuttoning Ash’s shirt that he started to get what was going to happen if he didn’t get out of here.
Harris seemed to think that if he raped Ash, then Ash would remember how in love they were supposed to be and go back to him. That wasn’t going to happen, but Ash wasn’t strong enough to get Harris off him.
“He turned his face away, breaking the kiss. “H-Harris! Stop it!”
“You’re hard. You want this,” Harris said, his voice a low rumble that used to make Ash moan.
“Not for you!” Ash snapped, because it was the truth. He wasn’t hard for Harris. He wanted to get out of here. He didn’t want to be here.
Harris growled and kissed Ash again. Ash was helpless against it.
He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. How was he supposed to get out of this? What the hell was he...
Ash knew what to do. He reached for Harris’s belt and began undoing it, his fingers fumbling as he worked on the button and zipper of his jeans.
Harris moaned when Ash slipped his hand inside. “Oh, baby, that’s it.”
It wasn’t hard to find his cock. It really was right there. Ash curled his fingers around the heavy organ, and then squeezed as hard as he could.
He had a pretty good grip if the scream was any indicator.
Harris let go. The pain of what Ash had done meant he probably had to. When Ash pushed him back, he fell.
That was all he needed. He ran for it, desperate to get away from the man before anything else could happen.
Ash felt like he was flying back to the truck stop. He barely felt his feet touching the ground as he ran back to the light from the truck stop, wishing he hadn’t parked so far away, but he hadn’t wanted anyone to know he’d been sleeping in his car.
Harris caught up to him quick. The man punched him in the back, and Ash went flying forward. The strike was so powerful that his feet really did leave the ground. He landed hard on the pavement. It hurt. The wind was knocked out of Ash and he honestly didn’t think he’d be able to get back up.
He tried, and that was when the pain flared, and he cried out. Tried to. Only air left his mouth, as though he’d lost his voice. Warmth spread across his back, and Ash had the horrible sensation that he was bleeding.
That couldn’t have been from a punch. There was no way.
Ash turned his head, and for the first couple of seconds, it took his brain and his eyes to agree with what he was seeing. Harris was still farther back, closer to Ash’s car. And he had a gun.
Harris wobbled to his feet, still clutching at his cock. “Ash? You all right?”
Oh God. He’d lost his mind. He was going to kill Ash, and there was nothing he could do about it because he couldn’t move, couldn’t get up, couldn’t cry for help.
Harris came closer, closer with that deadly weapon.
Then he stopped dead, his dark eyes looking above Ash and at something else, something that made his mouth drop.
A deep, sinister growl rumbled, close enough to Ash’s ear that he felt the heat from its breath.
An animal? A bear? Or a big cat of some kind?
Harris pointed his gun, but Ash was looking at him through a sort of tunnel vision. A giant paw stepped down in front of Ashe’s face, the shadow of the creature blanketing him. Ash could hardly breathe. He didn’t know whether it was from fear, or because of the bullet in his back.
The creature lunged, and Ash heard some more of the soft pops that came from the silencer that was on the gun just as the animal charged. It ran like a man, but had fur, and a bushy tail.
It wasn’t a bear. A bear didn’t look like that, didn’t have arms and legs like that. Harris screamed, and just as the black consumed him, Ash really hoped the guys in the truck stop heard that scream.
Harris was suddenly not the scariest thing in the world anymore.
“Oh God,” Ash moaned. “What’s happening?”
“Have to get these off,” he snapped, and he yanked on Ash’s underwear. It actually ripped off. It ripped off and it was such a turn on that Ash almost couldn’t move. It wasn’t like he was wearing an old pair, and with the elastic in the waist, they really shouldn’t have ripped at all.
“Sorry. Gonna have to get used to my strength again.”
He never seemed to say anything that made any sense. Ash didn’t understand. All he knew was that he was naked, the cooler air of the room kissing his skin, balancing out the heat from this strong man’s body.
And Ash couldn’t get enough of his touch, so it was good that he was naked. It was allowed him to get at more skin. He needed to touch more of this man’s skin, and it was working out nicely because he was taking off the rest of his clothes. His jeans, his shirt, he either kicked them off or threw them away, revealing his amazing body beneath.
And Ash sighed as he reached his hands out to touch. The man above him, he was beautiful when his eyes closed, as if Ash’s touch was doing something to him, something primal and sexual that Ash couldn’t even comprehend.
“That’s it, touch me,” he moaned.
Ash did. As he touched the man, something inside him seemed to wake up. It was that animal need he felt. It was like it had always been there, but now it was really alive and roaring with desire.
The man’s eyes changed. From dark to gold, and then to a bright red, before going back to dark. This man wasn’t human. Ash was still neck deep in his lust that this man could secretly be a unicorn and it wouldn’t make a difference to him. Just so long as he could get more of this feeling, then everything was going to be all right.
Then he was being kissed again, and he wasn’t neck deep in that lust, he was drowning in it. The man’s wet tongue was in his mouth, licking him deep, as though his tongue was introducing itself to Ash’s tongue. He could hardly keep up before the man above him pulled away and got out of bed.
Ash moaned and reached for him. He wanted him back. He needed more.
“I’m coming, sweetheart. Don’t you worry. Fuck!” Said the man as he rifled through the drawer of the nightstand. He pulled something out. A small white bottle. It could’ve been hand lotion or sun screen for all Ash knew. The only thing he cared about was what it was going to be used for. Honestly, what else was it going to be used for? Especially when his gorgeous sex dream come to life came back to bed, and still had that same predatory look on his face.
It was better than porn. The most erotic thing Ash had ever seen in his life.
“I really hope you’re not a serial killer,” Ash said, his words shocking the man enough that he stopped, his mouth quirking, and his head tilting just a little to the side.
Almost like a canine.
“Because you could pretty much do whatever you wanted with me right now and I’d probably think it was the best thing in the whole world.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yes, right now, that’s probably true. It’ll stay that way for a little while, but just stick with me, and I promise it will be better.”
Ash looked down, watched with a barely contained eagerness as the man squirted the lotion into his hands, wet his fingers, and then lifted one of Ash’s ankles onto his shoulder before circling that wet, slick finger around his asshole.
Ash sucked back a deep breath. For a few long seconds, he could hardly breathe. That was nothing compared to the way his neutrons fired up and exploded when the man pushed one finger inside.
“Oh God. H-how are…how are you doing that?”
“It’s normal, trust me,” he replied.
“I do…I just, oh fuck, I don’t even know your name yet.” It made no sense to trust a man whose name he didn’t know, so why was he so eager to trust this man here?
The man abruptly stopped, and he stared down at Ash with those wide open, red eyes. He actually kissed Ash’s leg. It was kind of sweet. No one had ever done that before while he’d been in this position.
“Dakota. That’s my name.”
Ash let out a long exhale he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding in. It was strange, but in a good way. He liked knowing this man’s name. He liked it when Dakota touched him, how safe he felt in this bed with him.
Everything else could wait. Ash needed to get off again.
He squeezed his asshole around the finger that was still inside him, thrusting against it, pulling it deeper inside him. “More. Give me more, Dakota.”
That flash in Dakota’s eyes seemed to get so much brighter. There was something about him, about the way he looked at Ash that made him want to go wild. He felt wild. He felt like he was coming apart at the seems, and it was a good feeling to have.
“I’ll give you so much more than you could ever want,” Dakota said with a pleasant rumble to his voice.
That rumble, almost a growl, sounded like he’d heard it before.