Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

his pack alpha to keep a protective eye on Scott. Seduction wasn’t part of the plan, but once he lays eyes on the Minder, Rory isn’t satisfied to keep his distance.
    The moment Scott opens his eyes, he panics and flees—straight into a Minder trap. The handsome stranger from the night before turns out to be his rescuer, who whisks him away to a safe place. Wolf Town.
    Overwhelmed by Rory’s family, Scott knows only two things for sure. His attraction to Rory is growing by the minute. And to keep his lover safe, he must put as much distance between them as possible…
    Warning: Contains dangerous mind control, bonecracking violence and full-body-contact sex with an irresistible wolf shifter.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Wolf Town:
    The room was spartan, one queen-sized bed, a window on to the city. Rory strolled to the window and shucked his jacket, stared out as if the room was a bit of a trap. This wasn’t going quite as Scott expected. His hookups to date followed a certain pattern of behavior, and the pensive expression on Rory’s face didn’t quite fit.
    When Rory turned back to him, Scott expected his approach, prepared himself for it, since Rory had been…assertive earlier. But it wasn’t happening. Instead he was observing him, not in a critical way, that Scott could tell, but with curiosity.
    If Scott didn’t act soon, whatever lay between them, which admittedly wasn’t much, was going to splutter and die. And right now, given the choice between doing nothing and doing something, Scott reached for something. He pulled off his jacket, felt encouraged by Rory’s dark, silent gaze, and stepped towards him.
    Rory’s T-shirt was thin, like his jacket had been, as if the cool autumn weather didn’t affect him. Scott slid his hands under Rory’s shirt and felt warm, firm skin tight over strong muscle and bone.
    Rory’s chest rose and fell as Scott touched his back, his sides, his solid muscular abs. Then he unbuttoned Rory’s jeans, unzipped him, taking him in hand. Like the rest of him, Rory’s cock was warm, solid, alive. A shiver ran over Scott, thinking about exploring Rory with his mouth, tasting and sucking, licking every contour.
    It was the one thing he liked to do with men, suck them off.
Condom. His grip didn’t lessen, but his movement, the stroke up and down Rory’s cock, slowed. Sometimes Scott just didn’t know how to think ahead, when he should have learned by now. As he lifted his face, he saw Rory’s so close to his, still that watchful look that made Scott feel special, important. Suddenly, it was easy to ask.
“Condoms?” Already the precome was like lubricant in Scott’s hand and he enjoyed the slide of it, just enough friction. “I can do more with a condom.”
Instead of leaping at the offer, Rory’s large hands came to rest on Scott, one caressing his neck, the other edging under his shirt to skim up his side and rest under his armpit. Rory’s thumb brushed his nipple. Scott felt captured then, and he trembled. It had been too long and not long enough since someone had laid hands on him like this. Most strangers were more than happy to just receive blow jobs.
“Uh,” managed Scott before Rory angled his head up and bent to, well, the best word he could think of was nuzzle his throat. It was hard to focus on Rory’s dick now, with his nipple being caressed, his throat being nipped and kissed, his nape being held so firmly.
Tamp it down , Scott told himself, though this idea seemed to come from too far away to be useful. Besides it wasn’t quite panic rising in him, it was a yearning, a need.
His throat surprised him with a moan.
“That’s it,” Rory said, and Scott hadn’t the wherewithal to know what he was talking about while Rory’s attentive tongue and lips ascended to Scott’s jawline.
Things were getting out of control and a part of Scott wanted to speak words that would make Rory pull away, but he didn’t have the will for that, not now, with Rory’s warm breath on him. He was coming in for the kiss and Scott tried not to seize up. He was thinking too hard again when, for a moment, he hadn’t been able to think.
Instead of a full-mouth onslaught, Rory kissed the corner of Scott’s mouth while he pressed his thumb against Scott’s nipple. His mouth opened and Rory nipped his bottom lip lightly, kissed it, then licked it, all this attention on his bottom lip for God’s sake, and Scott barely processed that Rory’s hand had come around, was