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

With the agility of an animal, Jake went into the back. And with the awkwardness of a human with an aching cock straining to his belly button, Sheamus followed him there. He only managed to elbow himself once.


When their eyes met again, the desire between them had now become full-on and personal. Jake didn’t just want to fuck because of some strange magical heat he was in, but because he liked Sheamus. It was so evident in the plaintive way he moaned under Sheamus’s touch and the causal way he touched himself as Sheamus watched. There was a moment, just before Sheamus grasped his hips to enter him, that he saw something genuine between them that would last beyond this moment. This PMS, this moon, or even this mission. No matter what, after this was all done, Sheamus had to find a way to keep Jake safe—and maybe, hopefully, keep Jake for himself too.


Chapter 8