A ferocious growl pierced his soul. Alpha pounced upon his back, pinned his chest and chin to the ground and knocked the air right out of him. The heavier, bulkier, broader wolf had Skid down for the count. A gravitational pull possessed him, as if his fur wanted to melt into Alpha. Being this close to Alpha sparked a dramatic increase in temperature. Skid inhaled sharply. Suddenly, as if by a greater force, both of them had turned human again.

“You can’t expect me to simply watch you walk away,” Alpha huffed. His heartbeat thudded against Skid’s upper back. Heart to heart, Alpha’s need pressed into the cleft of Skid’s ass and damn near made his mouth water. Alpha’s hands tread downward along his ribs in slow possession. He growled quietly against Skid’s neck. “Just once. Just tonight. That’s all I ask. Then you tell me if you can walk away from this.”

At the mention of this, Alpha entered him with two fingers. The stark pain quickly morphed into pleasure—in part thanks to the wolf blood pumping overtime. As Alpha stretched and stroked, pushing in slowly yet fervently, reverently yet greedily; Skid gave in to the invasion, eagerly puckering to suck up even more.

​“More,” Skid whispered hoarsely. An involuntary shiver of excitement raced through his body. His limbs ached for contact, for possession, for whole and complete union.

Skid blinked. His mouth watered at the mere memory of the V-shaped muscles pointing to a very noticeable bulge. He’d never been so consumed with his sudden attraction to Alpha. Sure, all the guys were nice on the eyes. However, he had treated them like brothers and had begun to go out to the rumored gay bar in the next town over when he had hit sixteen. He’d never gone in, but that didn’t stop him from buying his own pack of cola, nursing a can and sitting out there on his cold ass near the bar to do some people watching.

He’d never even noticed Alpha in that way before. Alpha was Daddy, someone whose directions he followed and opinions he respected.

Alpha led Skid to a clearing. The area looked familiar. From the charred black stumps and sparse fallen logs Skid deduced and recognized the place. The forest fire. Over four years ago. Sprinkled here and there like toothpicks were short skinny barren trees making a comeback through a fresh thin blanket of winter snow.

Alpha stopped and shifted back to human form, waiting expectantly for him to follow suit. Trouble was, Skid didn’t know how to transition back. How he’d shifted in the first place was purely coincidental. He hadn’t even known he was a shifter. He looked at Alpha and suddenly longed to be in human form. He’d like to cuddle up next to that warm lean scrumptious muscle of a man. A flurry of erotic fantasies gripped him.

Skid shifted before he even realized what had happened. He looked down. Sure enough he was whole and human … and sporting a huge inconvenient erection. Skid covered himself and gulped in embarrassment, not daring to look into Alpha’s eyes. He was suddenly glad that his brothers were back a ways, on guard. He didn’t need to look around to sense them on full alert.

“Eyes on me,” Alpha ordered.

Skid gulped and met the amber eyes. Once again he marveled at his night vision. So many questions ran through his mind. Only one popped out in posthaste, “H-h-how did you know?”

“Face me,” Alpha said, frighteningly near.

Skid licked his bottom lip—fuck, he’d forgotten that cracked lip needed nursing. Still he obliged and turned to face the man.

“Sit up,” Alpha ordered.

Skid sprang up, nervous. The wolf pack could have left him there to die in that forest fire, but they hadn’t. They had carried him out of the woodlands and brought him here, wherever the here was. Not knowing whether it was appropriate to make eye contact or not, Skid deferred to staring at the floor near Alpha’s feet.

“What’s your name?” Alpha asked. His shiny black combat boots now appeared quite interesting.

“Um, Skid,” he said. He didn’t have a name, wasn’t born with one, and never took on the name the state had given him. Firefighters had found him at their station one cold morning not long after he was born. They figured that he could have been a few days to a few weeks old at the time of drop-off. No birth certificate, nothing. For the longest time he’d felt ashamed to be the only kid to not know his birthday—his real birthday. Only recently in the past year did he decide that since he didn’t know the actual day of his birth, then he could very well celebrate his birthday for the whole month of December.

“Skid?” Alpha repeated. “Look at me.”

Skid gulped and looked up. The man before him had dark blond curls with light brown tips at the ends, a chiseled jaw, furry brows, amber eyes, a regal nose and lips that were just the right size—not too thick and not too thin. Likewise heavily muscled, a black vest and matching cargo pants barely contained the Alpha’s rippling chest and washboard abs.

One word vied with another when he saw Alpha: FORMIDABLE mixed with FORBIDDEN. Alpha was formidable in that Skid wouldn’t want him as an enemy any day. He was forbidden in the sense that Skid secretly liked having such a fit body, even though he knew he’d never have the bone structure to amass muscle like that.

​Alpha was … handsome. He could have stepped out of the cover of a magazine. Judging by his looks, he couldn’t have been older than thirty and that was being conservative. Skid bet that the man was borderline mid-twenties. Then again, he could be wrong. Did wolf shifters look younger than their years or vice versa?  

It's that time of year again, one day among 365ish days a year, one day in which we get to imagine how someday may feel like when we are all living in a more tolerant and accepting world.

24/7.

Ah. May 17. The International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia & Biphobia.

Along that same spirit is the first annual Hop for Visibility, Awareness and Equality, the current incarnation of the previous Hop Against Homophobia, Bi and Transphobia.

This year's hop, like its predecessor, is full of Authors, Reviewers, Publishers, and Cover Designers of LGBTQ fiction and is different in that cisgender (M/F) Allies also get to participate.

The best part of all this? All the lovin' you'll get, feel, vibe with as you go through everyone's posts on relevant topics. Plus, did I mention prizes​? ;-)

Last year, I (Jacintha Topaz, aka JT) introduced myself and how I splashed into the bisexual female erotic romance fiction genre in April 2014. I'd barely gotten my feet wet in 2014; had I known that the hop existed, I would have jumped right in that May 2014. However, May 2015 it is. You can check out that intro post for that year's hop over here.

This year, 2016, I feel like doing something a little different. I thought I'd get poetic. So if poetry isn't your thing, you might want to skip the insufferable verses and scroll right down to the mega prizes... (Fair warning, ahem. Um, maybe it'll be hot enough for the 18+ers. Er, if you're not 18 yet, come back when you hit the mark... I swear, this post will still be here for you to enjoy then, if you remember to come back then...)

Like the light mist of sex-sheened skin,
your taste drizzles over me.
Marks me. First hints of spring rain.

Teasingly at first, your musk
coats me, soaks me. So subtle,
yet achingly familiar.

As old as time. Savoring
the pounding flavors of more --
today, tomorrow, ever.

​This desert an oasis
meets. Your waters, an ocean.
Within. Without. With open

​Arms.

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 “Good morning, Alpha,” Zip and Ripper both chirped. Alpha nodded at them and then to the door, effectively dismissing them.

​Alone now with Alpha, Skid wondered belatedly if he could pretend that he was still sleepy and roll over to the other side to avoid further confrontation.

No such luck. Alpha approached him. With each intent step toward his cot, Skid stiffened.

“Face me,” Alpha said, frighteningly near.

Skid licked his bottom lip—fuck, he’d forgotten that cracked lip needed nursing. Still he obliged and turned to face the man.

“Sit up,” Alpha ordered.

Skid sprang up, nervous. The wolf pack could have left him there to die in that forest fire, but they hadn’t. They had carried him out of the woodlands and brought him here, wherever the here was. Not knowing whether it was appropriate to make eye contact or not, Skid deferred to staring at the floor near Alpha’s feet.

“What’s your name?” Alpha asked. His shiny black combat boots now appeared quite interesting.

“Um, Skid,” he said. He didn’t have a name, wasn’t born with one, and never took on the name the state had given him. Firefighters had found him at their station one cold morning not long after he was born. They figured that he could have been a few days to a few weeks old at the time of drop-off. No birth certificate, nothing. For the longest time he’d felt ashamed to be the only kid to not know his birthday—his real birthday. Only recently in the past year did he decide that since he didn’t know the actual day of his birth, then he could very well celebrate his birthday for the whole month of December.

“Skid?” Alpha repeated. “Look at me.”

Skid gulped and looked up. The man before him had dark blond curls with light brown tips at the ends, a chiseled jaw, furry brows, amber eyes, a regal nose and lips that were just the right size—not too thick and not too thin. Likewise heavily muscled, a black vest and matching cargo pants barely contained the Alpha’s rippling chest and washboard abs.

One word vied with another when he saw Alpha: FORMIDABLE mixed with FORBIDDEN. Alpha was formidable in that Skid wouldn’t want him as an enemy any day. He was forbidden in the sense that Skid secretly liked having such a fit body, even though he knew he’d never have the bone structure to amass muscle like that.

Alpha was … handsome. He could have stepped out of the cover of a magazine. Judging by his looks, he couldn’t have been older than thirty and that was being conservative. Skid bet that the man was borderline mid-twenties. Then again, he could be wrong. Did wolf shifters look younger than their years or vice versa?

“What’s your real name, your legal one?”

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“You’re my mate. Skid. That’s the only reason why I know exactly when you had turned eighteen. You’re legal, an adult, in wolf years. The mating instinct matures then. That’s when mates can truly find and sense each other.”

“M-mates?” Why did he feel so dumbfounded asking all these questions? He’d parroted like a stupefied puppet. Skid gulped in an attempt to regain ahold of himself and create a sense of order. Shaking his head, he insisted, “No, I’m not your mate. I’m part of your pack.”

Alpha stepped closer and this time Skid felt enough backbone to stand his ground. He didn’t budge. Alpha nodded to the area. “You recognize this place?”

“Yeah. It’s where you found me. Years ago.”

“That’s why I’m going to take you here. Claim you.”

Skid’s mouth dropped open. His skin prickled with new awareness. Although his mind stuttered, his dick certainly hardened (again) at the mere thought of mating.

With Alpha, no less.

Fuck. He was so screwed. In fact, the nearer Alpha drew the harder Skid got.

Impossible.

No, this was fucked. He was eighteen, damn it. He could leave. Alpha should have given him an opportunity to choose his own fate.

​Skid stuck out his chin, willing his anger to reign supreme over his increasing irrational desire. “I’m eighteen. You said that you’d let me go when I come of age.”

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Skid gulped again. No, he had to leave. It was time. Mating with Alpha would mess up the whole social order. One of them had to have sense. When Skid had joined Black Storm Pack, he’d known all along it was temporary and that he’d get to leave when he turned eighteen. He’d already made plans to leave on New Year’s Eve and start the New Year with a bang.


“I can’t.” Skid shook his head and turned away from Alpha. “I’m going.”

He shifted without hesitation and began to sprint away. Anywhere but here.

A ferocious growl pierced his soul. Alpha pounced upon his back, pinned his chest and chin to the ground and knocked the air right out of him. The heavier, bulkier, broader wolf had Skid down for the count. A gravitational pull possessed him, as if his fur wanted to melt into Alpha. Being this close to Alpha sparked a dramatic increase in temperature. Skid inhaled sharply. Suddenly, as if by a greater force, both of them had turned human again.

“You can’t expect me to simply watch you walk away,” Alpha huffed. His heartbeat thudded against Skid’s upper back. Heart to heart, Alpha’s need pressed into the cleft of Skid’s ass and damn near made his mouth water. Alpha’s hands tread downward along his ribs in slow possession. He growled quietly against Skid’s neck. “Just once. Just tonight. That’s all I ask. Then you tell me if you can walk away from this.”

At the mention of this, Alpha entered him with two fingers. The stark pain quickly morphed into pleasure—in part thanks to the wolf blood pumping overtime. As Alpha stretched and stroked, pushing in slowly yet fervently, reverently yet greedily; Skid gave in to the invasion, eagerly puckering to suck up even more.

“More,” Skid whispered hoarsely. An involuntary shiver of excitement raced through his body. His limbs ached for contact, for possession, for whole and complete union.

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“What were you doing in the forest?” Alpha asked.

“Sleeping,” Skid answered. Bare facts. That should protect him from being carted back to his foster family like a sack of rotten potatoes.

Alpha raised an eyebrow.

“And your family?”

Damn. How Skid wished that Alpha hadn’t asked.

“Dead,” Skid said flatly without missing a beat. In a way, they certainly were. Those government subsidy-sucking vampires were living off him.

​“Well, then,” Alpha said. From the way he had narrowed his eyes, of course he didn’t believe Skid. “If you’re going to stay here with us, then you’d better make yourself useful.”
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