Richard Kerrigan is on the verge of losing hope. Fired from his job for blowing the whistle on a defect that would harm service members if used as designed, he is now blacklisted in the Chicago area. A local Serbian mobster wants Richard and won’t take no for an answer.<br><br>Garou Industries, the loup garou privately owned company, has been searching for Richard to offer him a position in the company as they value having someone with his integrity on staff. Richard relocates to Manhattan to begin his new job and stays with Julien Bellaire, his mentor, who is also Richard’s Mate.<br><br>Before they can settle in, the Serbian mobster turns up dead and a corrupt cop who secretly works for the Serbians comes to New York with trumped up charges to pin the murder on Julio. With over eighty witnesses to Julio being on an airplane at the time of the murder, the cop abandons trying to frame Julio and instead plots to murder Richard. The loup garou request assistance from the Italian mob to protect Richard which comes with some interesting consequences.

Wolf Whistle

“Oh you foolish wolf, I’ve been yours since I first laid eyes on you. Do what you must, but hurry. I’m hanging by a thread.”


Julien inserted the third finger and like the second, it slipped right in. He worked his way around the muscle. Looking at Richard’s rosette carefully, he decided that his Mate was open enough to take him. He reached for the towel his father placed under the pillow and thoroughly wiped his hand. When his hand was free of slick, he lined his cock up to Richard’s hole. His Mate, gods bless him, pulled up his knees, giving Julien easier access.


“Put a pillow under my ass, it will help.”


Julien pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and stuffed it under Richard’s cheeks.


He placed his cock in front of his lover’s hole and slowly pushed inside until the muscle popped. His body filled with such bliss. Ah, gods.


Chapter 67