Two stories about rough gay werewolf sex – now for a cheap price! 7,050 words for adults only!The bundle Corrupted by the Wolf and Gay Wolves at War. The collection features alpha wolves doing what they do taking charge and fucking men.Corrupted by the a feral stranger brings war Adam's way, his life takes a dangerous turn. The alpha wolf, Sylas, wants him in his pack, and he isn't taking no for an answer. Can Adam endure the werewolf's domination and join the pack? And will he stay reluctant after he gets a taste of the power? Gay Wolves at a veteran warrior, fighting for his wolf pack ever since the wars began. Aaron's a new recruit itching to prove himself to the older man. When they're sent on a suicide mission together, the werewolves find themselves drawn together beyond their wildest dreams. But will their gay romance get them through the fight. --EXCERPT from "Werewolf Sects"The man pulled at Adam's face until they had to look at each other. “Obey me. Do what I say. Prove yourself, and I'll teach you how to crush the damned Pure with God's hammer. But you need to want it. OK?” Adam blinked. Somehow, the tears had stopped. Sylas was calmer than a rock, and it seemed to be contagious. “Deal.”“Good. Training starts now.” Fingers close around the back of Adam's neck, and a sudden jerk forced him face-down into the creek. The weight on his back, like a predator over its latest prey, sent shivers down his spine. He braced himself on the ground for whatever came next.Strong hands ripped apart his linens. Adam stared at the reams of fabric catching on the river rocks and floating out of sight. He shivered from the splashes of water that leaped onto his bare body. His cheeks were burning with shame. He could count on one hand the amount of times someone had seen his post-disciple self naked; it just wasn't done here. He dunked his head underwater to wash off the grime and tears.Adam craned his neck and watched Sylas whip off his belt. He began to push himself up, but a firm foot on the back pushed him to the ground. His arms flailed in the mud and water. “Please, what are you-”“The priests gave you a gift.”“The seers? I-.”“Do you want to kill those Pure shits?”“Yes, but-.”“Do you?”“Goddammit, yes.”“Then welcome to your initiation.” Sylas' deft fingers began to trace a path down his back. Adam's skin bristled as the hands massaged their way south. He tried to control his breathing, but the spreading of his cheeks killed his thought process. Adam realized that his cock was rock-hard. The seers had called this weakness, but he was getting a different impression. He fidgeted against the wet rocks, but submitting to the moment was painfully easy.