Praise for the writing of Camille Anthony Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City This short novel was riveting -- I started it about 10 p.m. one night, thinking I would read a few pages before going to bed. I kept saying to myself, “Just a few more pages...” until I finished it and discovered it was midnight! Thank goodness this seems to be the first in a series. Keep writing, Camille! -- Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews This reviewer was very impressed. Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City is not a welcomed addition to my book collection, it is a MUST HAVE addition!!! I look forward to the next installment of this series. -- Faith Jacobs, Just Erotic Romance Reviews I found the characters in this story to be fantastic. The humor itself will have you in stitches. The love story opens doors to the imagination in most usual ways.The love scenes between Hunter and Melody gives true meaning to the title Wild in the City. Enjoy! -- Diane Tugman , The Romance Studio Ms. Anthony blows the “norm” out of the water with this story and I’m curious to see where she takes it. Kudos, Ms Anthony, for the unusual twist you give this story! -- Pam L., A Romance Review Ms. Anthony throws the predictable shifter story in the dust and gives the reader a unique, fascinating and satisfyingly erotic read. This is definitely a keeper. -- Jennifer Brooks, Coffee Time Romance Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the Cityis now available from Loose Id. WEREWULF JOURNALS: FORTRAYN’S FORBIDDEN FLING Camille Anthony www.loose-id.com Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. * * * * * This book is rated: For substantial explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable. Werewulf Journals: Fortrayn’s Forbidden Fling Camille Anthony This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Published by Loose Id LLC 1802 N Carson Street, Suite 212-29 Carson City NV 89701-1215 www.loose-id.com Copyright © April 2005 by Camille Anthony All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC. ISBN 1-59632-115-6 Available in Adobe PDF, HTML, MobiPocket , and MS Reader Printed in the United States of America Editor: Maryam Salim Cover Artist: April Martinez www.loose-id.com Chapter One Trapped on the porch in the pouring rain, Fortrayn stood listening to his Uncle Hunter making love to his new bitch on the living room couch. Hunter was really his cousin, but among wulves , the terms “uncle” and “aunt” indicated respect toward a more alpha member of the family. If his elder cousin hadn’t impressed the need for respect into him with his teeth, Fortrayn damn sure wouldn’t be standing out here in the rain. Shit, he lived here, too, but lately he felt like an unwanted interloper. He didn’t really mind having Melody and her baby son, Blair, living with them, but this was getting a little ridiculous. He’d never liked the rain. Newly bonded, Hunter and Melody fucked every chance they got, and Fortrayn kept finding himself caught in the backlash. He didn’t appreciate Hunter snarling at him -- especially that particular snarl threatening imminent throat ripping and other less pleasant mayhem -- when he hadn’t done anything to warrant the threat. Just yesterday, he’d walked into the kitchen and caught Hunter getting all beastly with his lady-love. In his hulking mid-form, Hunter had hefted Melody up on the counter, buried his head between her thighs, and proceeded to enjoy a pre-lunch snack of hot, juicy pussy -- judging by all the slurping he’d done. Melody was one of the prettiest full-figured black women Fort had ever seen, so it was no wonder his cock had gone hard. He’d whined a bit, drool dripping from the side of his mouth. The sexy sight of her thick dark thighs wrapped about Hunter’s pale waist, that glimpse he’d caught of full, round cocoa-tinted breasts ... What’s a healthy male wulf to do? He’d hardened, then he’d howled. Hell, he hadn’t been issuing challenge -- merely applauding his cousin’s good luck. Unfortunately, Hunter hadn’t seen it thatway ... The wind kicked up, tossing a swirl of sodden leaves in his face. Wet and getting wetter, Fortrayn snarled and swiped at the mess with one hand, absently rubbing the sore spots at his shoulder and neck with the other. As long as it didn’t start lightning, he wouldn’t dare step foot in that living room. Mouth tight, he recalled the sharp nips of his cousin’s teeth as he’d chased him from the kitchen and through the dining room. Still unused to wulf ways, Melody -- Hunter had said -- felt uncomfortable with Fortrayn watching them mate. He’d ordered him to stay out of any room they were fucking in and slammed the door in his face. Growing more soggy and cold by the minute, Fort whimpered, feeling put upon and rejected. Hunter’s decision wasn’t fair. Most of the time, he was grateful his cousin and Alpha had finally accepted his new adult status, but sometimes -- deep down -- he missed his cub status. He still needed the occasional reassurance of family bonding, missed the affirmation he received by watching his elders join as mated pairs. Unfortunately, as a maturing wulf coming into his full sexual prime, Fort found himself drawn to the breed, Melody. He liked his new “auntie’s” kick-ass attitude, and thoughts of fucking her excited him. Still, when he was able to think practically, she didn’t really impress him as a good candidate for bond-mate. He wanted to rule his den when he set one up, and she was tooalpha for his tastes. Besides which, he hadn’t a hope in hell of winning a challenge against Hunter. Over the years, he’d grown accustomed to breathing. None of that mattered. As his instinctual lust for Melody grew, Fort became more and more uncomfortable. His cock stood perpetually at half-mast, and his balls hung heavy and full, aching and tight, loaded down with seed. He dared not act on his urges, could only hope Hunter would quickly formalize things and put him out of his misery. Normally, his Alpha was the most pragmatic of beings, so Fort had a problem understanding his current reasoning. Hunter had dangerously chosen to delay his formal pack mating until his newly bonded lover came to terms with her prejudice against fucking Hunter in fur-form. By putting off their formal joining before the pack’s Alpha Prime, Hunter left Melody up for grabs. Their bonding could be broken by any wulf strong enough to take her from Hunter. The winner would then force her into a mate-bond. Not even his exalted position as pack Prime-in-waiting could protect Hunter from a mating challenge; and for certain, when other wulves caught a whiff of Melody’s ripe, breed-rich scent, there would be plenty of challenges offered by the pack’s mate-starved males. Fort raked his hands through sopping wet hair. Things would be a lot less tense around here if Hunter would rediscover his common sense. He needed to take control of his bitch and stop humoring her stupid human foibles. Once he presented her to the pack’s Alpha Prime, confirmed his right to mate her, and doggy-fucked her, it would be all over with. Melody’s pheromones would change, and she’d stop giving off those “come-fuck-me” vibes. Fort’s latest masturbation fantasies involved dark, rich skin, full, round curves, and sherry-colored eyes above ripe, thick lips. He greatly feared his growing obsession with Melody. Seeing his Alpha markher on a constant basis, smelling his claim in her flesh, was what he needed to avoid making the monumental mistake of moving on Hunter’s claim. A sigh rumbled through Fort’s chest. Hunter seriously needed to piss or get off the pot. Blue balls were a bitch! A high-pitched warble sounded from inside, causing Fort to prick up his ears and cock his head. When he focused in on the two lovers, he could hear them through the door, over the sound of the pounding rain. Damn, they were going at it like rabid bunnies! His heart kicked into high speed. His cock strained against his jeans, the bulbous head prodding against the abrasive material. Suddenly, hearing wasn’t good enough. He wanted to see Melody mounted by Hunter, needed to smell his cousin’s spunk perfuming her skin, marking her. Say, wait! Fort perked up. Hunter had ordered him not to enter the room; he hadn’t ordered him not to watch. Mentally rubbing his hands together, Fort ran through ways he could circumvent his banishment. Smiling, he left the porch and forged his way through the dripping wet shrubbery to a window on the leeward side of the house, ...
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