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An Excerpt From: FERAL INTENSITY
Copyright © L.A. DAY, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Standing, Dirk pulled the tie out of his long
hair. The cool night air had little effect on him and he shucked the
unfastened jeans that were his only covering. Darting into the yard, two
legs turned to four as he took the shape of a white wolf.
In wolf form, he was free of the worries that
consumed his human half. Picking up a hot scent he crashed through thick
underbrush, almost stumbling as he came to a sudden stop on the frosty
ground. In a knee-deep pool of the stream sat a coyote shifter. Wet, black
hair fell over bronze shoulders. The wolf growled low in his throat as the
coyote shifter stood on firm, sculpted legs. A sleek back led to a rounded
ass a shade lighter in color. Twisting, the coyote turned to face him.
The scent of lust filled the air as his gaze met
the gleaming brown eyes of the coyote shifter. Dirk’s gaze traveled over
the well-developed, lightly furred chest, the flat stomach and came to rest
on the impressive erection jutting from the male’s body.
“So you’ve come out of hiding,” Rian Aden’s
husky voice teased Dirk. “Why don’t you shift? I’d enjoy a back scrubbing
and I’d return the favor.”
In feral form, Dirk took a step forward,
stretching his neck out as he scented the aroused male. Perking his ears,
he flared his nostrils. The heady scent was like a flavor on his tongue and
his mouth watered. Overwhelmed with need, Dirk’s shiny coat stood on end as
he struggled to contain his feral urge to mate.
“Come on Dirk. You know you want to.” Rian’s
honey-rich voice teased as much as his soap-covered hand, which slid over
rippling abs and encircled his erect cock. Dirk watched as the coyote
shifter stroked his erection with a slow, firm grip.
Mesmerized by the beauty that was Rian, he took
two steps forward. Dirk licked his lips hungrily. He was within touching
distance of Rian and the coyote reached out his other hand. Startled, Dirk
jumped back. The human within warred with his beast, fighting for control.
He growled and darted back into the brush.
“Fuck!” The curse echoed in Dirk’s ears as he
headed for the cabin.
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