[Siren Publishing ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Werewolves, Spanking, Bondage, Sex Toys, MM, HEA]
My Boss Is a Grumpy Werewolf and I Think He Wants to Eat Me! On Cole Morgan's first day working at Prowl magazine, he sends an innocent email to his friend, not realizing that all internal emails are monitored. It wouldn't be a big deal except for the fact that the email is all about his new boss, sexy werewolf Evan West. The email leads to an incredibly awkward workplace-harassment seminar which just makes Evan hate him all the more. It couldn't possibly get worse, right? Wrong.
Evan West has always had trouble controlling his wolf. He's worked hard to master the beast within. So when Cole Morgan walks in his boardroom and Evan's instincts go wild it, causes him to automatically dislike the man. It doesn't matter that he wants to throw him down on the table, there and then, and take him in front of the entire office—the human is still annoying as hell.
My Boss Is a Grumpy Werewolf and I Think He Wants to Marry Me! Four months ago, Cole Morgan, human, writer, sufferer of verbal diarrhea, fell in love with Evan West, his boss. Two months ago, he was kidnapped and held hostage by Evan's dad. Now he is doing just fine, or he would be if everybody wasn't constantly waiting for him to break down over it. Evan, on the other hand, is not fine. The werewolf, having decided that Cole is his mate, is having trouble keeping his protective instincts in check, and the violent nightmares he endures are creeping into his waking life.
With issues and dangerous revelations coming at them from both sides of their families, not to mention Cole's penchant for finding trouble and uncovering secrets, the couple find themselves tested at every turn. Cole's pretty sure they can handle it though. After all, nothing can be worse than declaring their relationship to the scary HR lady.
My Boss Is a Grumpy Werewolf and I Think He Wants to Eat Me!
On Cole's third day at the magazine, he made sure to leave his apartment early, seeing as he was biking to work. It felt good to be getting some fresh air so early in the morning, and in his mind, it totally canceled out the cake he had eaten the day before, even though his ride to work was less than half an hour.
It was a beautiful morning to be out on his bike and he actually started to feel better about everything. He was sure that he had exaggerated Evan West's annoyance of him in his head and that he hadn't screwed up too badly by sending Naomi that email and then proceeding to humiliate him and his perfect eyebrows in front of all of his employees.
He was sure that deep, deep, deep down, Evan had a sense of humor. Naomi claimed to like the guy, but that could have been just because she wanted to fit in with Jared's family and was secretly lying to herself. That, or the man's high cheekbones, chiseled jaw and olive skin had mesmerized her so much that she had convinced herself that only a nice guy could be that good-looking.
Cole was pretty caught up in his own thoughts, as was the norm when he was out on his bike. He saw the Prowl building up ahead and went down the slope to the underground garage. In hindsight, he shouldn't have underestimated just how steep that slope was or the fact that he had been meaning to put on new brake pads for a while now.
"Whoa," he said as he ascended the slope too fast, pushing on his brakes as far as he could. Just as he was nearing the bottom, and still not slowing down enough to stop, a car pulled out of a space and right into the side of his bike.
Cole, and his bike, toppled backward, landing in a sprawling mess on the hard concrete floor.
"Owww," he cried from underneath his bike. He was too stunned to know exactly what was wrong with him. He just knew that most of him hurt.
"Oh my god," a familiar voice said, accompanied by the sound of a slamming car door. "Are you all right? What the hell were you doing? You came out of nowhere."
Cole looked up into the face of Evan West and rolled his eyes.
Well, that's just perfect, he thought. And I was so sure today couldn't suck worse than yesterday.
"Are you actually yelling at me right now?" Cole asked as he tried to get out from under his bike.
"Don't move," Evan quickly told him as he easily lifted the bike off Cole with one hand and tossed it to the side like it weighed nothing. "They always say you shouldn't move humans after an accident."
"Did you just throw my bike? Like it wasn't damaged enough already."
Evan ignored him and started touching him. His hands traveled all over him as he seemingly checked for injuries. It was incredibly awkward and just a little erotic. Cole looked up at the werewolf's face, chiseled, tanned, and gorgeous.
"Should I call for an ambulance?" Evan asked. His hand was running up one of Cole's legs. Cole's brain decided to stop.
"Did you hit your head? Do you have a concussion?" Evan asked, his hand moving onto the other leg.
"I think I'm okay," Cole insisted. "Just a little banged-up."
Evan nodded and offered him a hand. Cole took it, noting how strong a grip the werewolf had, and let the other man pull him to his feet. He ended up standing way too close to Evan, the werewolf's hotter temperature radiating from him.
Evan nodded and licked his lips. His eyes looked a little glazed over as they stood there standing at each other. Cole started to wonder if the wolf really did want to eat him. He took a step back and looked over at his bike.
"Oh man," he moaned as he went over to the heap of metal and rubber.
"You shouldn't have been riding that thing anyway," Evan told him angrily. He turned back to look at the wolf and saw that he had his hands balled into fists as his sides.
"It's a death trap. How old is it? When did you last replace the tires? Look at the tread on them. You're not even wearing a helmet," Evan said. He sounded angry about the state of Cole's bike, which was just fucking hilarious. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
"You know what? Seeing as you're so strong, you can move it to the side for me. I'll deal with it later. I don't want to be late for work," Cole said as he turned to leave. "My boss can be kind of a dick."
He walked over to the elevator, refusing to look back at Evan. When the doors closed behind him Cole slumped back against the wall.
He had managed to piss the boss off yet again and his work day hadn't even started yet. This had to be a new personal record.
There was no hint of humor in Evan's eyes. The look of hunger was back as he let his eyes trail up and down Cole's body. Cole felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny, but it was a good kind of discomfort, an exciting kind.
Feeling a little emboldened, he slowly walked over to Evan and ran is hand down over his chest. The wolf was still, save for his chest rising and falling under Cole's hand. Cole could feel Evan's breath on his face and the heat radiating from his body.
Their eyes met once more and Evan let out a low growl from his throat before grabbing hold of Cole and throwing him over his shoulder.
Cole let out a surprised yelp as he was carried to his bedroom in a fireman's lift.
"Oh my god," he cried, holding onto Evan for dear life. "How impatient are you?"
Evan just growled again before nudging open the door and depositing Cole in the middle of his bed.
"Holy shit," Cole breathed. "Is this what you meant about not holding back? 'Cos honestly, I'm not sure if I'm turned on by what just happened or a little scared."
He scrambled back on the bed until he was nearer to the top. The predatory look on Evan's face softened a little and he actually looked a little sheepish.
"Sorry," he said in a quiet voice. "I guess I got a little caught up in the moment."
Hearing him say that, and knowing that Evan could snap out of it if he thought Cole was bothered by it, made Cole relax. He smiled at Evan and shook his head.
"It's fine. It was pretty hot," Cole confessed. "So, are you joining me down here or what?"
Evan smirked at him wickedly before leaning over and resting his hands either side of Cole's body. He smelled great, a heady combination of his natural musk and the cologne he was wearing. It was well known that werewolves didn't like strong-smelling products. There was an entire range of products that catered just to them. The company actually had a permanent ad page in the magazine.
Evan leaned in and kissed Cole again. This time he kept it light, almost teasing. Cole wondered if Evan was giving him a show of his control or if he really just did like it softer sometimes.
Before straightening up, Evan bit lightly on Cole's lower lip, making his cock twitch. He felt his entire body shudder pleasantly as Evan slowly and carefully pulled his tie out of his shirt collar. The werewolf placed it on the bed before removing his shirt. Cole swallowed thickly, wondering what Evan was going to do with that tie.
He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest from a mixture of fear and excitement. Evan was quite possibly the hottest man Cole had ever seen.
"Lie down," Evan instructed him, his voice low and even. Cole took a breath and did as he was told. He laid his head down on the pillow and willed his body to relax. Looking every bit the wild wolf, Evan kneeled on the bed and crawled up Cole's body. As he moved, he snagged the tie and brought it up to Cole's chest, sliding the smooth, cool silk material over his nipples and down his body before trailing it lower over his cock. Cole hissed at the sensation and found himself squirming.
"Fuck," he sighed. Evan wasn't watching what he was doing. His eyes were glued to Cole's face. It felt so intimate and new to Cole. It kind of tickled, what Evan was doing to him, but it also felt good. The tie was swirled around his cock, the light touch maddening.
"Look at you," Evan murmured in his ear. "So desperate for more."
Cole whimpered as Evan took Cole's cock in his hand, the silk tie still bunched between Evan's and Cole's skin. Evan stroked him slowly, lazily, as he nibbled on Cole's earlobe.
"Would you let me do anything to you?" Evan asked, making Cole moan. He had never really played any bedroom games before. Sex had always been something fun to do with another person, but with Evan, it felt like something more, something somehow both dark and pure. It felt like therapy and religion.
"Yes," he heard himself say. Evan rumbled happily in his chest and licked Cole behind his ear. The hand on his cock disappeared and Cole had to stop himself from crying out.
"Grab hold of the headboard," Evan ordered him. He straddled Cole's body, aligning their cocks and pressing down teasingly. Cole moaned and quickly did as he was told. "Good boy."
The look on Evan's face was one of pride. Not for himself, but for Cole. Cole had no idea it would make him feel so good to please Evan in such a way. It frightened him a little.
Evan brought the tie up to Cole's hands, and quickly and effectively rearranged them so that he could tie his wrists, crossed over, to the metal headboard. His first thought was that it was a little uncomfortable, his arms stretching above his head in such a way. Once he got past the physical sensation, however, he felt something else entirely. He was completely exposed and vulnerable. He had given this near-stranger utter power over him. He felt his breathing quicken and his body begin to shiver with fear. Somehow, it only made his cock harder.
Evan leaned back on his haunches and let his eyes wander down Cole's body. "You're beautiful."
My Boss Is a Grumpy Werewolf and I Think He Wants to Marry Me!
When Cole finally stepped out of the elevator, he all but burst through the doors the second they were open. He hastily brushed his shirt down as though he thought he could push the wrinkles away without the aid of an iron. Evan only just resisted rolling his eyes.
“I know,” Cole said in lieu of a greeting. “I’m late. Sorry.”
Evan wasn’t about to give Cole a lecture on the importance of punctuality, mostly because he knew from experience that the human would nod and agree with him and then stay exactly the same.
“Come on,” Evan said as he took the few steps to the door. He knocked twice and waited.
“Are you mad? You look mad,” Cole pointed out.
“I’m not mad. This is just how my face looks according to you.”
Cole smiled and nudged him with his shoulder. The door opened, and Ellen gave them both a tight smile.
“Mr. West, Mr. Morgan, please, come in,” Ellen greeted them. The last time Evan had been called down to HR was on Cole’s first day there when he sent an e-mail to his friend about the way Evan had looked at him. Evan had wanted to kill the new guy at the time. Who would have thought they would be back there a few months later, officially declaring their relationship?
They sat opposite Ellen’s desk. Cole looked nervous, like a child who had been called to the principal’s office. While Ellen looked through her drawers for some forms, Cole’s leg started to bounce up and down. Evan quickly put his hand on Cole’s knee, forcing him to stop.
Cole raised his eyebrows at him in an attempt at silent communication, but Evan just kept looking forward.
“Here we are,” Ellen said as she spread out four separate sheets of paper over her desk. “These are standard forms declaring that both parties entered into the relationship willingly and that neither of you felt coerced in any way.”
Evan nodded and glanced over at Cole. The human looked like he was trying really hard not to roll his eyes. Instead, he pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Okay, so when did the relationship begin?” she asked, her pen at the ready.
Evan went to answer her, but Cole got there first, “Do you seriously need to know that?”
Ellen’s face darkened a little. “Mr. Morgan, it’s my job to make sure everyone is safe and comfortable in the workplace. These forms are here to protect you, both of you.”
“Of course,” Evan quickly interjected. “We understand that.”
He shot Cole a sharp look, telling him to take it seriously. In retaliation, Cole sent back a look that said, “Oh, so now you want to communicate silently with me?”
Evan was starting to think he had been spending too much time with Cole to know what that face in particular meant.
“I don’t recall the exact date, but it was the day after your…harassment seminar,” Evan said, only realizing how bad that sounded once he had said it out loud.
Ellen raised an eyebrow at that but jotted down the date. “I see. And who approached who?”
Thinking back through the night they got together, it was hard to discern what exactly the first move had been.
“You asked me to have dinner with you,” Cole pointed out.
“Yeah, but it was just dinner, I wasn’t asking you on a date,” Evan reminded him.
“You kissed me first,” Cole said. “You also wouldn’t take no for an answer about driving me home that night. So I’m saying that you approached me.”
Evan was pretty sure Cole hadn’t realized what he had just said until he turned and saw the look on Ellen’s face.
“Oh crap, no, that’s not what I meant. He ran me over in the parking lot and destroyed my bike so he insisted on driving me home, that’s what I meant. It wasn’t like a creepy thing. And then he took me to dinner instead of driving me straight home…and then he kissed me,” Cole abruptly stopped talking and looked over at Evan. “Wow, when I say it like that it does kind of sound like you orchestrated the whole thing.”
Evan widened his eyes at him in warning, and Cole quickly nodded. “Right, but that’s not what he did. It was just a very organic thing, you know? I mean you could argue that I started this whole thing with that e-mail I sent. I think I called him hot in it or something.”
“Look, can we just sign these things and get back to work?” Evan asked. “You’ve spent more than five minutes with him, do you really want to spend any more time with him?”
Ellen wrote something down on the sheets of paper before turning them round and sliding them over to Evan and Cole. Evan scanned over the words, having been taught from an early age to never sign anything without reading it first. When he was done, he slid them over to Cole, who quickly scribbled his name on them without reading them. It either proved he was an idiot or that he really trusted Evan. Evan liked to think it was the latter.
“Okay, well, thank you, Ellen, as always,” Evan said as he stood. He held out his hand to shake hers and quickly exited the office with Cole close behind him. Once the door was shut behind them, they looked at each other.
“That could have gone better,” Cole mused out loud.
“You mean you could have not accused me of pursuing you against your will and tricking you into going on a date with me?” Evan asked with false flippancy.
Cole bit his lower lip and slowly stalked closer to Evan. He put his hands on Evan’s waist and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
“I don’t feel too sorry for you, you knew what you were getting into,” Cole said.
“What are the other ties for?” Cole couldn’t help but ask. He was a naturally curious person, and he had never had much patience.
Evan smirked at him and leaned down to lick over a nipple. The warm wet tongue sent a shock of arousal down to Cole’s cock.
“Have you heard of edging?” Evan asked him. His voice was so smooth and in control. Cole had never in his life wanted someone the way he wanted Evan.
“Um…sort of,” Cole admitted. His sex life had been perfectly satisfactory before meeting Evan, but it had always been pretty vanilla. Until Evan came along, Cole hadn’t even known what he was missing out on.
“Well, I’ll tell you,” Evan practically purred. He lazily ran his fingers over the nipple he had licked, ghosting them over the hardened nub. “I’m going to tease your body to the point of orgasm and then stop.”
Cole frowned up at him. “This doesn’t sound like a fun game.”
Evan grinned at him. “Trust me, it will be.”
The thing was that Cole did trust him. He nodded his head once and let himself relax. Evan gave him a reassuring smile and somehow that did even more to Cole than the werewolf’s sexy smirk.
Evan picked up another tie. This one was dark red. As Evan moved it over Cole’s body, even he had to admit it looked good against his pale skin. Cole watched with rapt attention as Evan trailed it down over his cock. The cool, silky material felt nice, but what felt even nicer was when Evan lowered his head and took Cole’s cock into his mouth.
Cole let out a shuddering breath as his boyfriend began slowly sucking his cock. His eyes fluttered closed at the blissful sensation. He focused on the heat of Evan’s mouth, more intense than a human’s. Just as he was getting into it, Evan stopped. Cole opened his eyes and looked down at his boyfriend in time to see him wrap the silk tie around the base of his cock, and around his balls, before tying it off.
“What the hell?” Cole asked as he looked down at the angrily flushed head of his cock.
Evan just smirked at him again. “Trust me, when I finally let you come, it’s going to feel amazing.”
Cole wasn’t entirely convinced, but he was happy enough to let Evan carry on. It did make him wonder, though, how did Evan know how it felt? It was funny but Cole had never actually wondered about it before. For Evan to be into the kinky stuff, and to be so confident about it, he had to have experience. Now that Cole had seen one of Evan’s past lovers, he could all too easily picture the two of them making love in the very same way that he and Evan were now.
Cole forced himself to look at Evan, to focus on the other man as he grabbed another tie. If Cole thought about Evan with other men, it would likely drive him crazy.
“At Christmas, if anyone in your family buys you a new tie, I’m going to die of embarrassment,” Cole told him. Evan just gave him a look before grabbing another tie and balling it up in his hand. He reached up and pretended like he was going to stuff it in Cole’s mouth, but he didn’t.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Cole said. “Don’t talk about your family while we’re getting freaky.”
Evan gave him a satisfied look before dipping his head and running his tongue all the way down from Cole’s chest to his cock. He ran his hand down one leg before pulling Cole’s foot out until he could tie it to the bedpost with the tie in his hand.
“Oh fuck,” Cole moaned. He was going to be laid out like some kind of sacrifice. Damn if that didn’t make his cock even harder. Evan did the same to Cole’s other foot, leaving Cole spread-eagled on the bed.
“One day I’m going to take photographs of you like this,” Evan said as he reached under the bed and pulled out a box. Cole had seen that box before. In his head, he thought of it as the fun-box. Evan pulled out a silver butt plug and trailed it over Cole’s body. The metal was cold as it teased his cock before sliding up to torment his nipples. It had a stem on it, a handle of sorts, making it look like a really naughty lollipop.
“Warm it up for yourself,” Evan told him before running the tip of it over Cole’s lips.
Oh sweet Jesus, Cole thought.
It was so dirty and so fucking hot. He opened his mouth and accepted the plug. It was wider at the base than Evan’s cock but not so much so that it was uncomfortable. Having something to suck on sent tendrils of desire creeping down through Cole’s stomach.
Evan got up on his knees and stroked his own cock while he watched Cole suck on the plug.
“Actually, one day I’m going to take photographs of you like this.”
After about a minute, Evan took hold of the handle and gently pulled it out of Cole’s mouth. He efficiently lubed the plug up and coated two of his own fingers. Cole moaned, knowing what was coming next. Evan traced his finger round the opening of Cole’s ass. The cool slick made Cole flinch, but he quickly relaxed again when Evan pushed against the tight ring of muscle.
Cole closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Evan’s finger slowly sliding into him. Usually Evan would go right for the sweet spot, but tonight wasn’t about getting Cole off, apparently. It was about driving him insane. Evan wiggled his finger a little, fluttering the digit and sending gentle jolts of pleasure to Cole’s cock.