Hunting With the Pack (Howling Moon #3)

This is Part 3 of the Howling Moon series and the sequel to Tyler's Pack Initiation.

Now a werewolf and a full fledged member of his pack, Tyler hunts with them in the night, preying on the vampires that he hates to the core. But when he chances upon a vampire's blindingly beautiful body, can Tyler keep revenge on his mind, or will his werewolf lust get the better of him?

An MMMMM/m story.

[WARNING: This sizzling gay paranormal erotic story contains werewolf/vampire relations, blowjobs, anal sex, gangbangs and much more. Explicit material, adults only.]

Excerpt:

Yes, I thought eagerly. This is it. We'll destroy this vampire and-
Wait, why weren't any of us moving yet? It was right in our sights! Within striking distance!
I was still being a disobedient pup. One look from Professor Wolfenstein and I knew whatever the pack did, we had to wait for the alpha wolf to give the order. We were nothing but his lackeys. It was dumb, but I was the lowest on the hierarchy, what could I do?
Watching the alpha wolf emerge from the two pack mates in front of the vampire, I shivered, struggling to contain the unstoppable rage and bloodlust within me. He had better start the attack soon or I might just lose it and put the filthy vampire down myself!
The vampire jumped up very slowly, rebounding against the alley wall as it tried to reach the roof to escape. I watched it move in bullet time, my mind reacting faster than it moved. Whether the alpha wolf ordered it or not, no vampire was going to escape from me, not on my first hunt!
Before I knew it I was climbing up the building, less than three feet away from the vampire's skinny legs. I summoned my strength in one final boost, reaching out with my clawed paw. But the alpha wolf was faster. He pulled the naughty vampire back before I did. They tumbled back down onto the ground in a flurry.
The vampire recovered first, assuming a combat stance, preparing to fight back. Even a cornered dog would fight fiercer than an attacking lion.
The rest of my pack mates surrounded the vampire while our leader recovered and rose to his feet. Suddenly two of my pack mates struck, restraining the surprised vampire. In its struggle it revealed its refined face to me in the moonlight.
The vampire was a pretty boy.
A pang of guilt struck my heart as all the malicious thoughts in my head disappeared for an instant. How could it be, that I wanted to extinguish the life of such a beautiful, yet deadly creature like him?
I dropped back onto the cobbled pavement down below, hesitantly watching the alpha wolf study her. Was he going to kill him?
He looked up at the full moon and tore off his hood. He stared at our leader in a mixture of awe and horror as his head brutally transformed into that of a werewolf. His robes struggled to accommodate his rapidly expanding, muscled body before finally giving way, ripping itself into shreds. There, standing in the pack leader's place, was his true form.
The alpha wolf looked up at the moon.
"ARRROOOOO!" he howled with fervor and ferocity, striking fear into the heart of the vampire.
My nose twitched. There was a different scent about the alpha wolf now. I sensed a different kind of intent radiating from him, not one of murder, but one of lust. Was he going to fuck the shit out of this pretty vampire first?
I had to admit, now that I had seen his face, that he wasn't that bad of a looker. Of course, the alpha wolf was given the first dibs.
The vampire looked scared out of his wits.
"Please…" he mouthed.
"Yea, show 'em what we do to vampires like you, Alpha," Randall snickered.
So the pack leader's name was alpha after all. How fitting.