Hi everyone, I’m super
excited to be here on Rhiannon’s blog today!
I’m new into author hood,
got published for the first time this year with the Moonlit Wolves series,
which is a paranormal erotic romance set around werewolves and there mates.
It’s also has fast action and hot sex.
Recently the 6th book in
this series The Rub of My Werewolf came
out on the 15th of June and is the start to the end of this arc, so there isn’t
a better time to join in and fall in love.
To celebrate this milestone
for me, and to give you all, new and old, and glimpse into the series this is a
skit from Moonlit Wolves, coming to us a bit after book 5 A Werewolf’s Howl
please forgive me, this skit
has had no formal editing.
Special Side
Story: On the Couch with Dr Collins
“So, boys, tell
us your story,” Eamon asked as he fitted his arm on the back of the lounge
Chris and he were sitting on. Eamon in one corner, Chris curled into his side.
“What’s to tell?”
Gene spoke up. This wasn’t a surprise. Gene definitely was their mouthpiece,
though Eamon still wasn’t sure if it was a chose or his own personality, or if
he just liked the sound of his own voice.
“We both know
there’s a lot,” Eamon replied. There was no way he wasn’t going to get this
information. Not with how patient he’d been over the months as he let them get
comfortable with him.
He’d been okay
with leaving it be for the time being, mostly because as far as Eamon was
concerned, gaining Chris’ trust had been number one priority.
Number two, had
been getting the other boy comfortable and settled into their new home. He
wasn’t sure if they had realised how difficult it had been for them to move.
Eamon had
understood on a professional level, and he treated them as such which amounted
to not going for the big guns first off. First was settling down, getting comfortable,
and gaining some form of trust, before dealing with the big issues. Most of the
time, the patient didn’t even know that the problems that needed the most work
where generally buried under the crap they came to him for in the first place.
The room had
stayed silent for a long time. None of the boys were looking at him, nor were
they looking at each other, which had something tighten up in his chest. Maybe
this wasn’t the right moment for him to learn this.
No, this was the
moment. It wasn’t a hard topic, and though they hadn’t seemed as caught up in
the past as a lot of kids who had been abandoned by families, they had quite
honestly seemed well-adjusted young men, until he’d had them move out of their
home and into his.
He’d just made
the suggestion; he’d not forced them into it. Quite honestly, he’d have loved to
have had the house to themselves, but they had been men, and men need their own
space which wasn’t something that was ever going to happen in the house they
had been living in.
The moving had
shown Eamon the small and large moments of abandonment. They hadn’t trusted him
to keep them, even when it seemed most of the time that they couldn’t see
themselves anywhere else, as if they’d all jump off a cliff if he’d so pointed
in that direction. But those sudden moments of not being where they were, of
feeling the slightest bit open and exposed had spoken of pain in the past that
was just waiting to explode in their faces.
Yet, those
moments weren’t the ones he wanted to talk about, he understood those, he
understood the need to be able to trust someone who stood as a father figure
and be scared out of their minds because the past hadn’t been kind to them.
This wasn’t what
he was curious about though, he understood the abandoned kind, and he’d dealt
with that in the past, not only from his late partner, but also with patients
that had come through his doors. He’d handing those moments when they came up,
and he continued to prove that to them what they already knew—he could be
trusted, and he was here to stay.
What he wanted to
understand. What he wanted answers to was the comfort these boys had with each
other. It was a lover’s relationships, a friendship, a family vibe that cuts
through the first one, and made him double think his own intuition.
He knew there was
a story to be told, and he was past curious, he wasn’t going to let them out of
this room without knowing what had gone one with them, their origin story.
Eamon cleared his
throat, he’d let the silence hold for far too long, and then held back the
smile that wanted to break through as he watched ever man in the room shift.
“Come on guys,
I’m dying to know this,” Tim said hitting him mate Colin on the thigh with his
foot. The boy was laying in the middle of the lounge room, it might not have
been his first choice but they were packed full tonight. Three large lounges
with twelve people stuffed into it.
It wasn’t until
these moments that Eamon truly understood how small his lounge room was.
Eamon, Chris,
Adam, and Colin sat on his lounge, Tim laying on the flood in front of Colin.
Brad and James cat corner on another lounge with Kyle on the floor between
Brad’s legs, Gene in the middle of him, shifting around like Eamon had never
seen him do before. The last held Phil, Craig and Matt, Jex sitting on arm,
holding himself up with the back of the lounge.
Matt threw a
pillow across the room at Colin, his lounge had no one from, what Eamon had
learnt, the original group.
“Talk bastard, we
are all beyond curious.”
“You more than
anyone, right Matt, always left out,” James said, making that pout sound that might
have been him replicating Matt’s past self.
“Fuck yeah, I
became this from needing to know, and I still haven’t learnt fucking shit.”
“You’re still not
old enough,” Gene said from his lounge, a laugh lining his face.
“Fuck off
arsehole, I’ve more than grown, you wanna see?” he started getting up, his
hands going to his file.
“Trust me, kid,”
Gene muttered as Jex put his hand on Matt’s shoulder and pushed him back into
the seat. “We’ve all seen what you’ve got.”
“Plenty of
times,” Adam muttered softly from next to Chris, them both sitting in the same
spot.
“And most likely
again tonight sometime,” Tim said, blushing on the floor when he must had
realised he’d spoken out loud.
“You’re probably
right, you are a massive bunch of voyeurs,” Matt quipped as he settled back.
“When the porn is
free, who wouldn’t be,” Kyle put on, and Eamon had enough.
“Back on topic
boys,” he said in his, what they called it, his alpha voice.
“And what was the
topic?” Gene asked making Eamon narrow his eyes at the man.
“When did you
guys first fuck?” Jex said and it surprised Eamon, though he’d learnt in that
direction Jex either knew more, or had observed more than he had, which,
knowing his past as much as he could—which wasn’t much—he gathered learning
those connection people had with others came second nature to him.
A few of the men
in the room gasp, some he was sure because they hadn’t thought of that, other
because they hadn’t thought they were that transparent. Though Eamon had learnt
that way because of the things they had said, and though he’d second-guessed
himself a time or two, had they truly believed they’d never mentioned it,
spoken about their relationships as if everyone already knew about it?
“It’s not really
that interesting a story,” Gene said as he looked around. “Where’d we even
begin?”
“The start would
be a good place,” Tim spoke up, making Eamon realise he wasn’t half as
interested in the story as some of the other men in the room.
“Date or
conception?” Gene said.
“Gene,” Eamon
sigh over the name, getting over the tight-lipped they had, and finally they
were getting to the story, if only they’d actually fucking start.
“Conception it is
then,” he smiled, but Eamon could see the look, that moment he needed to make
sure Eamon wasn’t mad at him. It was one of the weirder side effects of him
being, well, whatever he was to these men.
Gene puffed out a
huge breath, “Well if I remember correct, Colin and I were in my family’s
basement—”
“It didn’t start
there,” Kyle cut in. “Though Gene’s family’s house did have a fucking basement, which was awesome and all ours. We had
a flat screen, Foxtel, PlayStation, lounges, and a mini fridge.” He listened
off almost
“If it didn’t
start there, where did it start?” Eamon asked, holding onto his patients, he
could wait out the best of them, but it was becoming a struggle, maybe he
should have just tied Chris up, and asked him, at least then Eamon would know
he’d get what he wanted, especially if he rewarded answers with a firm downward
strike of Chris’ favourite flogger.
“With James,” the
boys said from the main group, turning everyone’s head to the man in question.
“Well I it
actually started with Adam,” James said calmly. out of everyone in this house,
James was much more like Eamon then even he thought, just because he didn’t
classify himself a dom like Eamon had been for years, he definitely was an
alpha to the point of, if he put on leather and started bossing people around
no one would question his right to do that.
“Huh?” that came
from Adam, apparently as in the dark with that as the rest of them.
James smiled, but
seemed to kindly ignore the other man. “You see Adam and me were the same. We
had always had the answer never the question type, but unlike Adam it didn’t
scared the shit out of me when I finally understood the questions I that went
with it. One day Adam said something to me, and it had me realising I could
help him, so I came out to the group.”
“You did that for
me?” Adam asked a little teary.
“’Course, mate,
that’s what friends are for.”
“Anyway…” Gene
went on, breaking up the softness of the mood. “Colin and I were in the
basement,” he repeated—very clearly repeating himself. “We were watching, God,
some form of porn, and well, like all males do, we thought, well… why not.”
“You see,” Colin
put in, as if he needed to explain, which Eamon found funny, considering the
group he was talking to. “Justin told us he was gay and so we had these moment
of… I don’t know, wanting to understand our mate, so it wasn’t that far a
stretch to try that out with a mutual hand job.”
Gene laughed. “I
like how you felt that needed explaining.”
“Fuck ya,” Colin
chuckled. “Anyway there we were getting off in the niceness of each other hands
when James came trampling down the stairs.”
“Oh, man, you
heaps better at telling a story then me,” Gene said a smile on your face.
“Who’d have
thought?” Kyle quipped.
“Fuck off, man, I
can open my mouth and words come out, don’t mean I can tell a fucking story.”
“So…” Colin
looked pointedly at Gene, “Down comes James, and if I’m remember right, both
Gene and I freeze. Our hands on each other cock, the soft moans coming from the
telly we’d been looking at, maybe not seeing, but definitely trying not to
notice what we were doing, or how fucking right it felt.
“James paused, I
believe,” Colin looked at James who shrugged, apparently, this was becoming a
story of a memory, which was fine by Eamon, sometimes things told this way
revealed so much more. Hell, it was a great way to learn truths.
“Yeah, he did, it
was pretty dramatic,” Gene said with a massive smile. “then the bastard walked
casually over to the second lounge, moved the fucking thing around so it was
facing us, sat, raised an eyebrow it that arsehole manner of his, then motioned
us to continue as he put his hands behind his head and settled in.”
“And of course we
did,” Colin said his eyes looking into a distance they weren’t privy to, a past
that seemed to have been a happy memory.
“Then you all
started fucking.” Tim said into the middle of it all.
Colin laughed.
“No. we jacked off, came, and then went on as if nothing had fucking happened.
In all honesty it took me the longest to come to turns with the fact that I was
gay.”
“What?”
“I fought it the
hardest. The next time we were bored and pulled out the porn was, I believe a
week later, and it started again, only this time James started rubbing at
Gene’s crouch, and the man went fucking wild.”
“It was fucking
hot.” James nodded.
“He went quickly,
yelling something about only wanting a man’s touch from then on, and that
snapped Adam out of, whatever it was he feared.” Colin ended simply.
“The next time,”
Adam said before the quite even registered. “I was on my knees sucking James
off.”
“And the time
after that Colin was suggesting James fuck him,” Kyle laughed.
“Oh, man it was
hot,” Chris moaned, his hips shifting forward. “Then I wanted a turn, luckily
we were all fucking young and James can fuck like a fucking machine—hey!” he
jumped forward rubbing at his side as he narrowed his eyes at Eamon.
Eamon gave a pointed
look, “What he can.” Eamon growled, there was no way he was able to keep his
jealousy under wrapped, and it was as the first sound came out that Eamon saw
the challenge in Chris eyes.
“So what happened
after that?” Tim asked, pulling Eamon out of his staring match with Chris, one
that was most likely challenged to get Eamon to pick Chris up and take him off
to punish, but what Chris like to forget, he wasn’t an evening dom, and he
definitely wasn’t going to let his sub call the shots.
“Well we it took
a bit but we all got into it eventually, but like I said, I would dunk my dick
but I hadn’t called myself gay until we started to see the bruises on Chris’
body.”
The boys settled,
the mood turning serious.
“Kinda hard to
hide when we spend a big fucking deal of our afternoons naked together.” Gene
tried to lighten it, and though it didn’t fall flat, it still didn’t lighten it
that long.
“So we had to
make a decision. The other guys at school were started to give to get loud,
parents were starting to notice.”
“So, wait,” Tim
said sitting up. “When did you guys become werewolves?”
“Oh, that
happened, what maybe a weekend of so before we started wanking each other off,”
Gene told them all. “Matt happened just before the orgies started,” he laughed.
“Then what
happened boy,” Eamon asked, getting to the information they truly needed to
talk about. Even if this time it was only the facts.
James sighed, “We
decided we needed to do something. Not only did we fear for Chris’ life, even
though he kept telling us it was nothing. The rest of us were getting backlash
from our parents, and my parents were starting to threaten to come home and
straighten him out.” he laughed, it wasn’t a nice sound to hear. “I’m not even
sure they came home when I didn’t.”
“When Adam rocked
up to our house, bleeding and hurt, we made up our minds, grabbed what we
needed, and left.”
“So none of you
actually kicked out.”
“Nope,” they all
said together.
“But you all fear
that either were going to be or you lives would have been at risk.”
“Probably not
mine,” James put in, “but that’s beside the point. We left because we had no
other fucking choice.”
“And where did
you go?”
“I have money,
man, lot of it. If I were to look I’d put money on then still putting money in
my account, paying me off for fucking off,” he sounded bitter.
“We couldn’t get
a house though,” Colin said, “that came from one man needing some manual labour
and finding a bunch of kids he was willing to take a chance with.”
“How old were you
all?” Eamon asked, his arms already settling around Chris the moment they spoke
of his boy being put in harm’s way. He knew this before this moment that home
life hadn’t been the funest for Chris, but he still didn’t like hearing about
it.
“Sixteen.”
***
Now, do you want to learn
about me, or the story in general?
I am a nearly 30 year old
mother of two, I live in Australia and mostly I love to tell stories, and as
this year had moved on, I believe my ability to do that has become stronger.
I love writing, even when
the storyline gets on my nerves. When they are fighting me, when they are
loving on me. When they are making me cringe, or cry, or hate there sweet
little arses.
I started writing this
series, mostly because at the time I was reading a lot of paranormal and it got
to a point that I was wondering if I had those elements would I do it the same
way? So, I decided to give it a shot, and this series came from that idea.
I hope I answered, or at
least gave some insight into me, but if you want to learn more please come to
my blog, like me on facebook—hell, friend me there too. I love to hear from
people, I love to chat, and I’m more than willing to spend a little time
getting to know you as you all get to know me.
Thanks for the time, I hope
you enjoyed me post and want to learn a little more about me, or the boys I
write about
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