Kyler is going through his adolescent werewolf change: months of painful partial morphing, manic aggression, and unquenchable horniness. As the only gay teen in his pack, Kyler is especially lonely and depressed. After an unfortunate accident caused by Kyler’s inner wolf’s unmet needs, his parents ask a city wolf in his late twenties to teach and guide their son.
When devastatingly handsome and alpha Grayson agrees to board Kyler at his apartment, show him city wolf life, and introduce him to the gay community, Kyler’s biggest challenge will be convincing his mentor their ten-year age gap shouldn't keep them from giving in to their lusty physical attraction – or falling in love.
**Warning!** This novelette contains explicit m/m scenes of a sexual nature! It includes teen angst, gay club hook-ups, lots of werewolf frottage, Dom/sub themes, partial morphing and biting, a little erotic asphyxiation, and a HEA.
Excerpt from Teach Me, Take Me, Claim Me:
He laughed and pulled me onto the dance floor. We danced – sadly not touching. Grayson leaned over and rumbled in my ear, “If you’re comfortable with it, you can go with guys to the dark hallway past the bathrooms to get personal.”
I raised my eyebrows at the weird dynamic, the guy who was basically my guardian paving the way for me to get laid. “You think I’ll get propositioned?”
He gave me a mocking look and raked his eyes down and up my body. “You’re young, hot, and fresh meat. No question you’ll get offers.”
The world fuzzed at the fact Grayson had called me hot. I glanced around. Eyes were definitely aimed at us. Well, he was jacked and gorgeous. They were probably all looking at him. A guy in nothing but tiny white shorts winked at me. I blushed and whipped my head back around. Maybe not.
A young guy with spiky black hair and facial piercings approached us and wrapped his arm around Grayson’s waist. When Grayson turned to him, the guy lifted onto his toes and full-on kissed Grayson. Without hesitation, Grayson kissed him back, squeezing with one arm around the guy’s waist and the other hand on the guy’s throat. I flushed from head to toes just from watching.
Guess that question was answered. Grayson was definitely gay.
After their greeting, Grayson yelled introductions. “This is Ren, my… friend. This is Kyler, my… cousin.” Great. I was so getting abandoned for the fucktoy. How could Grayson give me such a hard time about my age when this guy looked barely legal?
As Grayson became occupied with Ren, guys moved in to dance with me. Couldn’t say I minded. Club dancing was a lot more bump and grind than school dances. Hot guys’ hands rubbed over my shoulders, back, and groped my ass. Sweat dripped down my body. Sexy words were yell-whispered in my ear, making me shiver despite the heat. Werewolf sense of smell kicked in and I could differentiate each guy’s unique cologne, deodorant, and sweat, maybe even their arousal. I was so hard it hurt, but the pleasure outweighed the pain as I ground against other hard guys dancing like they were desperate as my wolf.
Yeah, I got offers. Most were along the lines of, “You’re cute. Wanna BJ?” Some were pretty imaginative. Some were downright scary. I turned down the first few. I didn’t want to seem desperate or skeevy. But who was I kidding? I was totally desperate. And maybe a little skeevy.
I let a cute blond guy lead me downstairs. The music faded to an incessant background thumping bass. The dark hallway wasn’t all that dark or private, but no one seemed to mind. Good thing I was used to group make-out sessions or I might have been a little shy. If, y’know, my cock wasn’t threatening to explode from one touch.
Cute Blond Guy led me to an empty patch of wall and gave me a quick kiss before going down to his knees.