Investigative reporter Ian Jackson thought he’d seen just about everything until he happens upon a young man skinny-dipping in a pond in the woods. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Ian enjoys taking the gorgeous man’s picture—secretly—until four wolves interrupt the forbidden fun. Moments later both the blond cutie and the wolves disappear.
Blaise Durant was having a ball allowing the handsome photographer to take his picture, until his brother Buckley and a couple of his cousins showed up and ruined everything. Things don’t get any better for him when his older brother Corbin, the leader of the local Loup Garou, finds out what happened. Corbin forbids Blaise to ever see the photographer again. Blaise has never listened to Corbin before. What makes him think he’s going to start now?
Blaise wants Ian so bad he can taste him, but will quenching his thirst put the entire Loup Garou nation in jeopardy?
Something big splashed in the pond just beyond his cabin where Ian stood taking pictures of some of the wildlife indigenous to the area. It is probably an alligator. As far as he knew he was the only human in the area for at least a mile. The wild turkeys he’d been interested in scurried into the woods, leaving him without a subject. Ian smiled. Maybe the alligator will be more apt to pose for me.
Ian struck out toward the pond, moving aside the thick brush and wet marsh. The splashing sound continued with what sounded like a chuckle. Maybe it’s not an alligator. The splashing intensified as he neared. Definitely not an alligator. Oh my, it’s a guy.
Ian ducked behind a clump of brush and peeped through some of the thick foliage to spy on the man. He’s naked, and what a delightful sight. Pearly white skin, hair the color of fluffy clouds, and a muscular torso. Ian sighed. It was like watching an angel at play.
Ian raised the fast-speed camera and began taking pictures. These are definitely going into my private collection. And he didn’t feel a bit ashamed of photographing the wood nymph. In the photo game, candid pictures were always the best. Of course, he’d been hired to film the wildlife in the area, but what could be wilder than this?
Ian looked down at his camera to adjust the lighting and to change the lens. He selected a telephoto zoom and quickly attached it. He raised the camera to finish capturing the blond cutie at play. Huh? Something else had emerged from the woods and sat near the pond’s edge. A gray wolf? What the fuck? There weren’t any wolves in Acadiana, just some bobcats and foxes.
The skinny-dipper didn’t appear to notice the wolf. Maybe I should do something before the wolf attacks him. Ian looked around the ground, trying to be as quiet as possible. He found a nice stout stick, righted his position, and peeked out of the brush again. Huh? More wolves had joined the gray one, and they were all seated at the edge of the pool, watching.
Ian gulped. What am I going to do now? There is no way I can take on so many. The young man emerged from the water. Ian dropped the stick and lifted the camera again, capturing every inch of the water-glistening body. He had slim hips, a narrow waist, and a cute little behind. Oh my gawd, what am I doing? His life is in danger. Ian bent down and reached for the stick and prepared to charge the wolves. He stepped out of his hiding spot and stopped. What the fuck? They’re all gone, including the blond cutie.
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