When computer nerd Zevulan Cable awakens in a dungeon, bare-ass naked, chained to a bed as gorgeous identical twin witches have their sensual way with his body, he figures he's found his greatest desire, just as the leprechaun promised.
So why is the tiny, sexless woodsprite the one who captures his heart? And how can he explain his growing need to howl at the moon?
Publisher's Note: A Wolf By Any Other Name originally appeared in a multi-author anthology with another house many years ago.
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A Wolf By Any Other Name
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Copyright ©2018 Kate Douglas
Zev wondered if a man's head could actually explode from a hangover. The visual was enough to make him gag, and he might have, if the dream bringing him slowly awake didn't feel so damned good.
Warm lips suckled the tip of his cock and an obviously talented tongue tested every fissure and ridge. Fingers with long nails stroked his balls, fondling each one in its turn, tugging gently and rolling the family jewels just the way he liked. Well of course you're gonna do me the way I like. You're my fantasy, aren't you?
He groaned as soft hair swept over his belly and Zev went with the flow, luxuriating in the skilled but imaginary lover he'd conjured for this morning's wet dream.
Maybe a hangover wasn't such a bad thing, so long as the day started out like this. Of course, if he'd been a little sharper with women, he'd have a real one sucking his cock.
Unfortunately, his woman was probably sucking the best man's cock. After the way his now ex-girlfriend and his ex-guy friend had been going at it on the dance floor, he wouldn't be the least bit surprised.
Experience had taught him he'd find very few women impressed with his knowledge of computers, the latest in gaming technology, or his ongoing dislike of standard operating systems. Conversation with the opposite sex definitely wasn't his forte. Tami had actually lasted longer than most.
As down on his luck as he'd been lately, he hadn't been surprised when his date passed him over for a guy in finance, which was, of course, a moot point right now. He sighed and let his fantasy flow.
Another pair of lips joined the first set, kissing his chest and suckling his nipples. Zev moaned, and wondered briefly where he'd come up with the details. He'd gotten pretty creative over the past year, since sex with Tami was less than satisfactory, but nothing this good!
Sweat broke out in a hot flush over his entire body as the imaginary sensations grew more intense. Strong fingers kneaded his buttocks, the mouth on his penis sucked like a Dyson, and another set of hands rolled both his balls in a steady massage that bordered on pain. He moaned aloud and let his thoughts roam free.
For some reason, they ended up back at the wedding. In Ireland, of all places. Beautiful country. So green. Almost magical.
Damn. What a party that was!
First there'd been champagne, then that unbelievable Irish whiskey, then... the image of a little man dressed all in green -- trapped in a briar patch? -- floated just beyond his consciousness.
Nah. no way. He must have been drunker than he realized.
Forget the wedding. Stay with the dream.
Good lord that feels good! He tried to remember the last time he'd changed the sheets. Well, they'd sure need it today, as good as he was feeling right now.
The imaginary mouth grew more insistent, suckling his cock deeper and deeper, the fingers squeezed his balls with a bit more enthusiasm and one sharp fingernail lightly rimmed the sensitive ring around his ass.
Zev completely forgot about the wedding. He put the little green man where he belonged, in the mental circular file designated for useless information.
Useful information was the delicious dream taking him closer, ever closer to the edge. It was so real he almost opened his eyes to watch the two woman making love to his entire body, so real he could have sworn he heard their soft grunts and the rustling of their clothing.
Lips dragged at the dimple over his heart, lips compressed the base of his cock. A hot mouth swallowed the rest. Hands squeezed his buttocks and massaged his balls. A blinding coil of need started building somewhere down in his gut. A finger, this one without the sharp nail, circled his ass, pressing against the sensitive nerves, pressing harder then retreating, press... retreat... press... retreat. He relaxed his sphincter muscles, subconsciously begging the finger to press a little harder, for the mouth to suck a little more of him into that hot, wet cavern.
As if he'd communicated every wish to his fantasy lovers, they complied. Zev knew he was going to make one hell of a mess in the bed in a very short...
A whole lot of things happened all at once.