Sheamus O'Mallory misses the good old days. Back when you could smoke without worrying about getting cancer, police work was simple, and Toronto hadn't been rebranded The Neon City, supernatural refuge of the country. Now monsters crawl around every single corner, and while it makes for good business working as a PI in this new neon landscape, he can't help but miss a lot of other creature comforts.<br><br>Things change when he's been tasked to track Jake Ohk, an MIA werewolf who needs to return to his pack in order to fulfill his biological duty in his birth gender. While Sheamus is sympathetic to gender concerns in this new landscape, he knows from his time on the force to not mess with supernatural law. So when he finds Jake, he is determined to bring him back to his pack leader, and wipe his hands clean of the entire affair.<br><br>The night does not go as planned. Even though it is not a full moon yet, there are already far too many changes lurking under Jake's skin to simply walk away and never think of his piercing blue eyes again ...

Creature Comfort

“But…” Sheamus shuddered. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to take advantage. I don’t—”


“Yeah, yeah, I know. Suddenly you’re the good guy.”


“I am. I’ve always wanted to be.”


Jake huffed, almost struggling to breathe. “Sure. I mean…it will be better from you than anyone else.”


“Yeah?” Sheamus had no idea if Jake’s proposition was an endearment, the first stage of Jake liking him, or simple biology—a mortal would be easier to accommodate than a werewolf or a pack of them—but he didn’t care. He couldn’t, not with Jake’s next command.


“Yes. So shut the fuck up and fuck me. I need you so badly.”


Chapter 7