Wolf Wedding (Medieval Werewolf #1)
Charlotte Mistry
Warning: this 10000 word story contains explicit gay sex, knotting, wolf shifters, and more!
This story can also be purchased as part of the "Medieval Werewolf Erotica Bundle".
Excerpt:
"Not that- not to say you're only adequate," Thorvald hastens to add, "what I mean to say is that things could be much worse on all sides, but you're handsome and you're clever and I don't think I'd mind getting to know you better at all." He winces. "Gods, that was terrible. I'm awful at this- never mind. Forget I said anything."
The prince's face is close to his, made sharp by the absolute lights and darks of the moonlight. There's an expression there that Thorvald can't name, something vulnerable that makes Thorvald think of the first time he ever saw the other man. When he speaks, his voice carries a note of questioning, of unsureness. "I don't think that was terrible at all."
Thorvald's tongue darts out to wet his lips. The prince is so close to him in the darkness. He's seized with an impulse he can't ignore, and in a split second he's closed the distance. Prince Stephen's lips are soft under his. Something in his chest seems to bloom as the prince groans, low and wanting, and his lips part to admit Thorvald's questing tongue.
His hand settles on the prince's hip. He can feel the hot beat of blood beneath cloth and skin, and his world contracts to the points where they're touching; lips and hands and teeth. Thorvald feels out of breath. Suddenly he's glad for this; for everything that's happened, for the circumstances that have led him here. For this moment.
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