Holiday Howlz: Canine Call Page 1

Attus Tratt commands Red Alpha Base, a paranormal military group. He has ultra-sensitive hearing and during each full moon his nights are tortured by the nocturnal, erotic screams of Jynx Islin. She’s beautiful and sexy and her vocal climaxes are driving Attus crazy.

Jynx is a werewolf, an expert tracker, and she’s in love with a human. She longs for Attus and when the moon is full she reaches out to her handsome commander the only way possible — through his exceptional hearing. Each gasp, groan, growl and scream is just for him.

A rescue mission brings them together on a full moon Christmas and Attus must answer Jynx’s canine call.

Chapter One

Red Alpha Base, Northern California, 2079

A sensual, nocturnal howl shattered Unit Leader Attus Tratt’s slumber, bringing him out of his bed and to full alert. Recognizing the source of the erotic cry, his heart slammed against his chest wall and his blood heated.

It wasn’t the first time Attus had heard Jynx Islin climax, and that ball-grabbing call that had awakened him wouldn’t be her last. Not while the moon was full. For the first time in his life Attus wished he were stone deaf.

Born blind, Attus’ ultra-exceptional hearing served as his conduit to a dark world. At fourteen years of age, computerized implants in his eyes had given him extraordinary day and night vision and when desired Attus had the capability of shuttering the lens.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to shut off his acute hearing.

Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and running shoes, Attus left his quarters and began the two-mile jog around the perimeter of Red Alpha Base. His shoes slapping the pavement, Attus wondered how many miles he’d have to run before Jynx satisfied her sensual needs.

Attus wished he were the source of Jynx’s satisfaction, his mouth, his hands and his cock pleasuring her magnificent body.

He’d seen Jynx naked once, and the image of her standing in the sudden summer downpour, droplets clinging to her lashes and lips, long hair plastered to her wet skin and rivulets of water streaming over her breasts and down her belly to the triangle of curls between her legs remained forever seared in his memory.

The look she’d given him, the desire reflected in her silvery eyes had the capacity to heat his blood to boiling.

As Attus passed a security post, a winged creature swooped over him and landed on a nearby post. Bright yellow eyes focused on him.

“Good evening, UL.”

“‘Evening, Boxley,” Attus said.

The owl flew away and Attus continued running. As the unit leader he was responsible for an elite paranormal special ops group unlike any ever assembled. Every soldier assigned to this facility had a unique gift. A shapeshifter capable of taking avian forms, Boxley was an excellent night sentry and accustomed to Attus’ nighttime jogs.

He’d rather run for miles than lie in bed and listen to Jynx’s provocative canine call.

On a night like this when the moon was full, the werewolves in his unit were always sexually active. Attus had learned to accept the noisy lycan coupling that came with every full moon phase, but the addition of Jynx to the team had changed everything. Her screams of pleasure knifed him right in the balls.

Coming from the base’s pleasure center, her climatic howls were solitary. Several pleasure bots were available and Jynx used them on a regular basis. Attus longed to hear her scream firsthand, but sex between the unit leader and team members was forbidden.

The remote location of the base and the dangerous missions bonded the team both mentally and physically.

Jynx’s breathy gasps beat at Attus’ ears, the erotic cadence forcing him to lengthen his stride.

Her gasps came quicker, compelling him to push the pace. If his feelings were driven purely by lust, Attus would work through these moon phases and eventually his desire would wane. But Jynx had gotten under his skin and into his heart. He’d fallen for a she-wolf, an exotic shapeshifter.

Would a beauty like Jynx want a human for a mate? He’d seen her interact with other lycan soldiers. The werewolves had a special bond and Attus would always be an outsider.

Another sensual cry called to Attus, spearing him to the core. Despite the sweat trickling down his spine and the grueling pace, his body reacted. He changed course and headed for the pleasure center.

Drenched in sweat, he leaned against the entrance and caught his breath. Inside the center were eight rooms, each outfitted with a pleasure bot, four males and four females, and a variety of sex toys.

Only one room was occupied; Jynx was with a male bot.

His blood running hot, Attus chose a room.

The blonde female pleasure bot greeted him. “Good evening, UL.”

“Good evening, Number Four.”

Although the rooms were well insulated for privacy, Jynx’s sensual gasps filled his ears.

“Thank you for visiting me.”

Attus removed his shoes and sweatpants.

The bot’s eyes focused on his throbbing erection. “How may I fulfill your desires?”

“Position, wolf style. Shut down audio,” he said, ordering the bot to remain silent during the session. He didn’t need a programmed response. He had Jynx’s erotic calls to fulfill him.

The bot climbed on the bed, waiting on all fours with her ass high.

Attus climbed behind her. Fisting his aching cock, he placed the head at the moist entrance of the bot’s pussy. Warm gel walls formed to his size and length, providing maximum pleasure.

Instead of resisting Jynx’s erotic resonance, Attus let it guide him. He thrust. Jynx moaned. Each buck of his hips was countered by her sexy sigh or soft whimper.

He grasped the bot’s hips, pretending he held Jynx. Thrusting deep, he imagined the hot, wet walls surrounding his cock were Jynx’s.

Sharp gasps and soft cries answered each thrust, setting the rhythm. Wrapping a length of long blonde hair around his hand, Attus pushed deeper and thrust faster.

Skin glided and slapped. His balls tightened, the pressure building with Jynx’s verbal demands.

“Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Jynx’s words beat at his ears.

Visualizing Jynx and ready to explode, Attus dug his fingers into the bot’s hips and pounding his cock into her hot gel pussy. The air heated, burning his lungs and dewing his skin.

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bsp; Jynx screamed, her keening cry igniting his release. Shaking, Attus came in thick, hot spurts.

Chest heaving, Attus gulped air. In another room, a similar, but softer gasping for air joined his. During the session, he’d become so in sync with Jynx, Attus had forgotten he was with a bot. Relaxed and satisfied, Attus climbed out of bed. The session was the next best thing to sex with Jynx. Making love with her would be the absolute best thing, but wishful thinking led to misery and heartache.

Hearing the opening and closing of a door. Attus grabbed his sweats off the floor and pulled them on. “Thank you, Number Four. Audio on.”

“Goodnight, UL,” the bot said before stepping into a cleansing tube to prepare for her next session.

Attus stuffed his feet into his running shoes and left the pleasure center. In the moonlight, he spotted a white wolf loping across the compound.