The Werewolf Takes A Warlock

He pinned my head down on the bed, his fingernails digging into my hips painfully. He was going to use me to sate his animal lust...


Being a Warlock, you get into some crazy stuff. But nothing could prepare me for that weekend at the ski lodge. I know, I don't even like skiing! But I'd made a promise to a friend, a promise I would soon come to regret.


But then everything got crazy. I almost died, but then he found me. Big, burly and full of primal heat. An alpha male werewolf, immune to my spells. 


I guess I'd have to figure out another way out of this.


Nine thousand words of a sassy twink bottom getting used by an alpha male werewolf!