Captured by vicious wolfmen, I expected a quick death. Or a slow painful one. They had other ideas.
by Brannan Black
Art by Bryan Keller
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If you are looking for a different kind of paranormal/futuristic book, then grab WOLFMAN APOCALYPSE and settle in for one pulse pounding ride. I highly recommend this introduction to a new series that leaves you spell bound. by Dawn here’s the link to the full review
Blurb: Life as we knew it pretty much ended with the lightning fast spread of the plague. The media called it Werewolf Syndrome. Women got sick, many died. They were the lucky ones. Men got sick, too,but those who didn’t die… changed. A few immune men, like myself, joined the bands of refugees, scrounging for survival in the post-apocalyptic devastation.
I lived in a fortified compound with a couple dozen women, a bunch of kids and two asshole straight guys. Sounds like a man’s wet dream — unless you happen to be the last gay man standing. At the time, risking my life scavenging in the city sounded like a fucking vacation.
I went out hunting supplies and found something else. Not a quick death, or even a slow, painful one at the hands of the beasts — no such luck. Instead I find myself captive to the largest, most well organized gang of beast men ever. Their leader, Mace, wants more than just a generator — he wants my body. Oddly, a certain part of me likes that idea. The other part –- the part with working survival instincts — insists I get the hell out of Dodge before my smart mouth gets the shit kicked out of me. Again. Tradeoffs…
Loud growls reached my ears as soon as I stepped out of the building. I crept along the shadows to peer around the corner. Son of a bitch! A couple of beasts lounged around my truck.
Four years ago the world ended, or at least that’s when the government collapsed. The plague had hit a couple years before that. It spread so fast all the doctors in the world couldn’t stop it. The media dubbed it Werewolf Syndrome. Women and children got sick, some died.Older guys or those physically weak didn’t survive what the virus did to them.
The men that survived turned into something from the Twilight Zone. They grew larger, with denser bones, stronger muscles, and deadly claws. Slightly elongated jaws came complete with lethal fangs. Their weird yellow eyes could see in the dark, and with the depth perception of a falcon. Faster reflexes and endurance made them a top predator.One of the last newscasts I saw showed one ripping an African lion apart at the local zoo and eating it.
Oh, and aggressive? ‘Roid rage is nothing compared to these guys. They either wanted to kill it, fuck it or eat it, sometimes all three, and not in any particular order. No one knows if they lost the memory of who they’d been or if they didn’t care anymore. Maybe they just plain went nuts. No one could get close enough to ask, not and live to tell about it. Not that it made them stupid. Might have been containable if it had.
Once it got started the world just tore itself apart. A fucking apocalypse. There just weren’t enough women with the combat training to handle the beasts. The women and children who managed to escape joined the few of us immune men in hidden fortresses, fighting to survive.
Unfortunately, despite the danger, sometimes we had to go scrounge for supplies. I’d seen a few bodies. Not pretty. Night Of The Living Dead not pretty. But I had the training to find what we needed. Plus, after a winter locked up with two guys I’ve got nothing in common with, a few dozen lonely women and about a dozen kids, I needed to get away. That’s how I ended up alone in that alley staring death in the face.
Two of them were leaning up against my only way out of the city. OK, I suppose I could walk the forty-plus miles back to our camp but it’d take forever and leave me exposed to more roaming beasts. I fingered my .45 but doubted I could shoot them both dead before they could get to me. Unless you hit one right between the eyes, one shot wouldn’t do more than piss them off.
Shit, my ass was fried.
A subtle breath of air raised the hair on the back of my neck. I whirled just in time to miss the full impact of the blow aimed at the back of my head. Even so, the glancing blow spun me into the wall. They jumped me so fast I had no chance at defense. Within seconds, my face ground into the cracked, muddy pavement, both arms twisted behind me so hard I thought it’d rip them out.
Muddy black biker boots filled my vision. I tried to look up,only to have my face smacked back into the pavement. “You’re not rabid,not pack. What are you beside weak and slow?” The boots came with a deep voice that rumbled out in a growl.
I was still puzzling over what he meant by “pack” or “rabid” when boots connected sharply with my ribs. Pain erupted along my hip and ribs from the other side. My yelp set off a round of cruel sniggers and growls. Fuck! Now they’d start tearing me apart for sure.
”Knock it off! Get him up.” The deep voice headed in the direction of my truck.
Rough hands with inch and half long claws on each finger jerked me to my feet like a rag doll. I’d never really worked out but at six foot with muscles gained from an active life, I wasn’t small, either.
They shoved me along behind the deep-voiced guy. Long black hair pulled back in a loose braid spilled halfway down his back. A worn black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders. Tight, worn jeans wrapped an ass that, under other circumstances, I’d be drooling over. Shit, my cock didn’t seem to get the message that death, ugly painful death, lay just ahead.
Did I mention I’m gay? So now I could add painfully confined erection to my growing list of aches.
Three more large beasts — OK, so they’re all large — stood near or leaned against my truck. A shove sent me face first across the hood and a body slammed against me, pinning me there. Shit, the guy’s cock felt huge, and more than ready, jammed up against my ass. I was so fucked. Probably literally, and then they’d rip what was left apart.
”So, not pack, not rabid. Human, but not female. Huh. Didn’t think any human males still lived.” That deep voice moved casually around me as he spoke. The slightest movement when I tried to look at him got me shoved harder into the truck with a clawed hand gripping theback of my neck. I got the message and held still.
”Still nothing to say, little human male?”
Leave out the menacing words and that beast had one of the sexiest deep voices I’d ever heard. It pissed me off how it turned me on. “What, you want me to compliment you on how fucking smart you are?”I groaned inwardly. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. Angry growls closed in around me. I squeezed my eyes shut figuring the end had to be near. Me and my smart mouth, I just couldn’t shut the fuck up.
A soft, throaty chuckle hit me like ice water on bare skin,shocking me back to the here and now. “I can smell your fear, and yet you defy me?” The voice leaned so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Not very smart, little human. Any one of us could rip you apart without raising a sweat.”
He nuzzled into my neck more like a lover than someone ready to rip me to shreds. His measured breathing tickled along my neck, the side of my face. I’d never found scared shitless to be sexy before, but more blood rushed south when his lips nibbled along my jaw.
”I wonder if the rest of you tastes as good.” Those had to be his fingers grazing my cheek. Shock waves of desire spread out from his touch. How the hell could I find this arousing? It’d been years since I had a lover, but still…
He moved around to the front of the truck where I could stare at the sizable bulge in his low slung jeans and the hint of ripped abs just above. My stupid cock must have liked the view because despite being smashed into a truck hood, it got even harder.
”Where are the rest of your humans?”
He wanted to talk before ripping me apart? Unheard of, didn’t even know they could hold a conversation. “I’m here alone.” Fuck, they just wanted to find more victims.
”No shit, or they’d be joining you. Bet you aren’t collecting this shit just for fun. So where are the other humans? Or are you part of another pack?” His voice no longer sounded sultry. It sounded like pain, followed by death.
I swallowed hard and pulled up every ounce of courage I could muster. “I don’t know what you mean by pack. I’m alone.”
A heartbeat’s pause, and then claws yanked me up and slammed me back down, making sure to bounce my face off the hood this time. Son of a bitch! A gush of blood flew from my nose. I didn’t think it was broken, but with so many other things hurting, who could tell?
”Fuck! OK, pretend, for a minute, I do live with others like me. Do you really think I’d tell you? And just to speed this up, is this where you promise to let me go if I tell you? Or maybe just kill me fast instead of really slow. Either way, if I did have people I cared about, I would rather you fucked me half to death before eating me for dinner, alive, than tell you anything. I’m pretty damn sure you will anyway but at least my hypothetical friends stay safe.”
Silence fell and oddly, I didn’t get smashed into the truck again. The overgrown beast pinning me down leaned down where I could see him. “We’re pack. We don’t eat our own kind, or your kind either.”He flashed me a wicked grin. “At least not for dinner.” The others raked me over with lewd looks and suggestive grins. One went so far as to lick his lips while staring my ass. So maybe they still wanted to fuck everything. Something of an improvement over being eaten alive…maybe.
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- Apocalypse Captured by vicious wolfmen, I expected a quick death. Or a slow painful one. They had other ideas. Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Barnes & Noble or Amazon
- Revelations What could be worse than getting captured by wolfmen? Try taking one home to meet mom… Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Barnes & Noble or Amazon
- Judgement The course of true love never runs smooth. For Daniel and Mace it runs red with a river of blood… Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Barnes & Noble or Amazon
- Salvation Living with Mace is killing me. Can’t eat. Can’t sleep. What could be worse? Losing Mace. Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Amazon, or Barnes & Noble
- Genesis One thing stands between Mace and I. A psycho super rabid with a small army bent on killing us all. Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Barnes & Noble or Amazon
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- Blind Passion Two randy young wolfmen want my burrow — and me. And they aren’t planning to take no for answer! Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Barnes & Noble or Amazon
- Blind Devotion Derek and Jay risked their lives to save me. Now it’s my turn. Available at: Changeling Press, All Romance ebooks, Barnes & Noble or Amazon
- Blind Faith Love is a leap of faith. And love conquers all. Right? If only it were that easy. Now Available at: Changeling Press
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