New to town, werewolf Dark can’t believe there’s a restaurant called The Vegan Werewolf. Even harder to swallow is the fact that the place smells amazing. The food, however, is easy to get down—it’s some of the best he’s ever had, and that’s saying a lot as it’s, unbelievably, vegan. What’s also not hard to swallow is Erik, the restaurant’s sweet chef, and Dark picks him up after the place closes.
Erik’s got a secret, though, one he keeps hidden deep down inside, and Dark threatens to bring all the things Erik has buried to the surface.
Can Dark convince Erik that there’s more to life than being a vegan? And that, just maybe, wolves mate for life?
Genres: Gay/Dark Fantasy/Werewolf/Shapeshifter
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (12k words)
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...“So, what do you do, Dark?”
“Private security.” He could work anywhere, pick up and move whenever he wanted—like he’d just done. It left him open for anything and kept him from getting into too much trouble.
“Oh, I imagine that’s exciting.”
“It has its moments. None like this, mind you.” He licked his lips and grinned.
A corner of Erik’s lips quirked. “Flirt.”
Finally, he was doing it right. “So take me home.” He grinned even wider. “After all, you’ve already fed me dinner.”
“What if you’re an axe murderer?”
“No way an axe murderer would eat vegan.” Of course just a few hours ago he would have said no way a werewolf would eat vegan and yet here he was, stomach full of vegan food.
“Then I guess you’re safe from me, too.” Erik’s laugh warmed and one toe nudged his foot.
He chuckled, played footsie with Erik.
Erik relaxed, beginning to flirt back. “So, be honest, why did you come to the restaurant tonight?”
“The food smelled incredible.” He could be honest.
The look he got from Erik proved that it was the perfect thing to say. “Thank you.”
“It lived up to the smell, too. Even if it was vegan.” He winked at the chef.
“Veganism is the way to go. It’s a whole lifestyle. I’ve been vegan for ten years.” The words were so fucking self-righteous, but the tone wasn’t, the expression wasn’t.
“I need meat.” He was a werewolf, after all. He leaned in, gave Erik another smile, deliberately letting his teeth show a little in this one. “I want your meat.”
The air crackled with electricity again, buzzing and burning between them.
Making the first move, Dark stood, staring at Erik the entire time. He could smell the need between them, hot and heavy and all fucking male. Erik followed him, gaze caught, watching closely.
They got out onto the street and Dark wasn’t quite sure how they’d managed not to leave the coffee shop burned to a crisp behind them.
“Take me home.” The words growled out of him, part order, part plea.
“I’m just up the street.” Erik started moving and Dark followed that tight little ass like he was attached to it by a leash.
It was nighttime, but that didn’t bother him. He could deal with anything that might bother them on the street. It was all he could do to keep from pouncing Erik here and now, though. Just a little farther, he kept telling himself.
They made it to a small apartment building with a courtyard. Erik jogged up the stairs, giving Dark a look at that fine ass.
Mine. The thought was sure, pure, and right there...
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