Beware The Werebear

Watch out werewolves—the newest Supe in town is a rare Werebear, and he’s out for more than an easy lay. Join this hot furry Daddy as he seeks out his rough brand of dominance. He has an appetite for more than food. This is one bear that bites. This is not a Gentle Ben type, so lock up your doors and Beware The Werebear. He takes what he wants—and he may want you. (An adults only steamy story of Shapeshifter gay rough sex, a**l and oral Domination with a hot leather Daddy who is the ultimate bear.)

Excerpt:

“And you?” I kicked back my beer. “You’re no werewolf, but you’re something close.”

“Coyote,” he said, draining the last of his beer and holding up the bottle to signal another. “It’s a Native American thing. You can’t toss a beer can without hitting a werewolf, but a true Coyote is rare.”

“So,” I called from the kitchen, grabbing a couple of more beers, “does that make you American Indian?”

“I’m a breed,” he said, taking the bottle. “If you know anything about Coyote stories, you know we’ll jump anything that moves and even more often, things that don’t move. I think that’s how Daddy and Mommy met.” He put his beer down and his eyes glittered with that odd yellow color.

His not wolf smell intensified and I found myself hard and interested. I slowly and seductively started unbuttoning my shirt and let it fall to the floor. He reached out and started unbuttoning my (too) loose jeans and they puddled on the floor. I’m always commando, and he fell silent. I know I’m impressive. I’m a Werebear. What’s not to be impressed by, even if I’m so underfed at the moment?