Full Moon (M/M Werewolves Erotica)

Kyle was just a shy college student taking his nightly stroll when he was seduced by a stranger in the park. With the man disappearing on him shortly after they had sex, Kyle was horrified as he soon realized that he'd been turned into a werewolf. Panicked and frightened, he was taken in and cared for by a pack of werewolves, but relegated to the lowest ranking status: the omega wolf.

And on nights when the full moon makes an appearance, when it drives werewolves into a state of frenzied lust, the unmated men turn to the omega wolf to relieve themselves. No matter how hard he tries to resist, hunted by his pack and unable to fight the effects of the full moon, Kyle soon yields to servicing the men.

But when the man who'd turned him makes a reappearance, will Kyle the omega werewolf be able to forgive the powerful alpha male and finally find love?

Warning: This is a 9500 word gay erotic short story. This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, explicit scenes, rough sex featuring a gay werewolves gangbang, bondage, and an alpha werewolf trying to win back his mate.

EXCERPT:

Kyle trembled, stiffening as the man's foot shifted, dragging down his abdomen toward his crotch. Trailing his toes against Kyle's cock, the man smirked as he then applied a firmer pressure with the heel of his foot. Kyle gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as his cock leapt to the touch. Blood rushed down and his cock had never felt so heavy.

"I won't have to use the rope and gag on you if you'd just be good to us." The beta werewolf paused. "Unless that's what you want. Is that what you need, Kyle? You need the pretense that we're forcing you?"

The other men laughed lewdly, moving closer to eye Kyle's naked body reclining in the dirt.

The beta continued to smile, but his eyes and voice hardened. "Of course, if you want to keep telling yourself you don't want this, we can help you with that. We can rough you up all you want."

Cold fear slid down Kyle's spine and he shook his head quickly. The others laughed again and his cheeks burned in humiliation, but Kyle had never proclaimed to be a hero. He was just a normal guy who wanted to get by with a normal life. How had he found himself in his twenties as the weakest werewolf in a pack, getting caught up in a gangbang every time there was a full moon or whenever the others were interested in a fuck? It was so surreal, he would have laughed in another lifetime.

"Then what is it that you want?" the beta asked in a mockingly patient tone.

Kyle looked up at the moon, which had finally revealed itself in all its glory. It glowed in the night sky, bright and round, and seemed to tug at the pit of his stomach, sending his blood boiling through his veins. His cock pulsated, yearning for release. It was no use to fight. There was no escape from this. Averting his eyes from the others, he whispered softly, "Fuck me."