Eoin's Forbidden Mate - E-Book

Kent
I'm the new boy in this tiny town, but only until I find my clients the lake house they're searching for. Not that I can understand why anyone would want to live here. It seems like a place where nothing ever happens. So imagine my surprise when I stumble across a masked man spray painting a public building under the light of the full moon. Even in a mask, I'm struck by his beauty. Then, without warning, he approaches and does the last thing I ever expected. He kisses me. The moment our lips part, he's gone, vanished into the night and I'm left with a feeling of excitement unlike any I've ever experienced before.

But how do I find him again?

Eoin
The moment I kissed him I knew he was my mate. Even though I don't know his name, I know we were fated to be together, but I ran away before I could act on it. Then, by some strange twist of fate, he walks into my office the next day to hire me. He has no idea that I'm the masked graffiti artist or, more importantly, that I'm a werewolf. But now that he's my client, I have to pretend to be just some boring realtor.

However, when I find him waiting near the half-finished mural again, I can't keep my hands off of him. For now, though, the mask stays on. He's too straight-laced to turn a blind eye to my after-dark activities.

How long can I keep up this charade?

TROPES: standalone, mistaken/hidden identity, hurt/comfort, class difference, human x werewolf, forbidden love, forced proximity, found family, strict roles, and hea.

Chapter One: Eoin
Painting a giant rainbow dick on the front of the Mayor’s office wasn’t something werewolves typically did on the full moon. But after that asshole’s shitty comments on the news earlier in the day, it’s what he deserved.
My wolf senses were on high alert as I reached into my bag for another spray can. The streetlight overhead cast just enough of a dull yellow glow to make out the colored caps within. Even in human form, I could almost feel my ears swivel, listening intently to the sounds of the darkened city around me.
I was taking a big risk.
But his speech had been homophobic, to say the least. And I, being a platinum gay, wasn’t fond of his opinions. Especially when he used them to covertly insight hate against people like me. I didn’t care if they were human or wolves; us gays had to stick together. Not everyone had the benefit of super senses or a backpack full of spray paint. So, I took it upon myself to get the message across.
Tonight’s painting was just my tag; my moniker displayed across his office in a rainbow of colors in the shape of a giant cock.
Did I think it would end the hate? No, of course not. But would it make me and several others like me feel better about what was going on? Probably. It wasn’t like we could call the police on the mayor for telling people we didn’t deserve rights. Our only way to fight back was through protest, which I was convinced didn’t work, or subtle guerilla warfare. And I chose the latter. Paint had always been my method, and spray cans just found their way into my hand naturally.
Plus, being a werewolf meant I never got caught.
Nobody was watching the security cameras for a dog wandering down the street. Of course, if they looked closer, they’d notice it holding a backpack in its mouth. That’s where I kept my clothes, my mask, and my paints. I could strip down anywhere, take the bag in as a wolf to the most secure places, and shift to do my work before shifting and leaving once more. It was perfect.
And being on my own meant I never had to worry about anyone else sharing the blame with me. It was the perfect plan. That, plus the world’s most boring, straight-laced day job, meant I was unstoppable.
I finished spray painting the final letter, taking a step back to admire my work. Across the wall, in a dick-shaped rainbow of wildstyle, was my moniker MONSTERA. A little on the nose, but it also could be confused with a plant, which I liked. Was I a plant-loving vagabond or a monster? Nobody would ever know, would they?
Staring for a few moments, I decided it needed a few more touch-ups. And the cum, I couldn’t forget that. I wanted it splattering over the front door. That way, everyone who stopped by had to look at it. After that, I’d coat the entire thing in sealant. Being a brick building, the paint would be hard to get off to begin with. But with a layer of seal, it would take heavy chemicals to remove it, damaging the facade of the office at the same time. I wanted the evidence to be left behind for months or even years.
Usually, I wasn’t the type to destroy property with my work. I liked tagging, but never on private property or with the intention of destruction. Usually, I stuck to highway overpasses, the backs of street signs, postal collection boxes, and lamp posts. But this was personal, and I knew how to make it last.
I started painting again, going back through to flesh out the letters a bit more adding flair to the tag to give it some mural-like qualities. More than once, I had to duck around the corner of the building as a car drove by in the dead of night. It was late fall, and the tourist season was over, so the town was pretty much dead after dinner time anyway. That made my work easy.
However, I was just finishing up the rather expressive penis when I heard the crunch of gravel from behind me.
I whipped around, ready to run if need be. Over the top of my mask, I saw a dark figure standing on the opposite side of the street, leaning against one of the lamp posts. I lifted my nose to the air, sniffing for some hint of who or what was watching. I wasn’t the only werewolf in this town.
The moment I inhaled, the breeze shifted, and I felt my entire body shiver, warmth blooming through my chest. The scent was definitely male and human, the warm leather aroma filled with floral undertones. It pierced through my brain, making everything suddenly foggy. I couldn’t think straight. In fact, I found myself taking a step forward, like one of those old Bugs Bunny cartoons, driven forward by this intoxicating smell. I’d never met a human that smelled anything like him.
However, I’d only taken a few steps before I finally shook it off. I stared after him, trying to figure out how the fuck he’d gotten me so worked up all of a sudden. That was when I realized my cock was rock-hard, straining against the fabric of my dark sweatpants. Even in the dim streetlights, it had to be incredibly obvious. I was no slouch in the dick department, and considering I didn’t bring underwear on these trips, it was even more obvious.
The guy just continued to stare, his eyes drifting down my body and landing squarely on my groin. His eyes widened, and I expected him to run, but instead, he just kept staring, drinking me in from head to toe.
A wave of lust washed over me, my heart going wild in my chest. Blood pounded in my ears, and the world around me fell away. All I wanted to do was walk across the street and take him by the lapels, forcing my tongue down his throat. After that, I’d do whatever he let me. All I knew was that I wanted to ravage his body and mark him as my own.
And that wasn’t something I’d felt before. Sure, I’d had my random hookups, but fucking a stranger in a dark street was new even for me. That wasn’t something I got the urge to do, and it seemed a bit sudden.
But there was something about this guy…
Shaking my head in a vain attempt to clear my thoughts, I forced my feet to carry me back to the front of the mayor’s office. I tossed my paint can in the backpack and zipped it up, throwing it over one shoulder. But my heart was still pounding, and I couldn’t leave yet. I stole another glance back at the man, who continued to stare silently.
“The fuck you lookin’ at?” I growled, grabbing my dick in an adolescent show of dominance.
He didn’t say anything back.
With a huff of annoyance, I walked around the corner of the building into the dark alley so I could shift. Clearly, I was far too horny to be out and about town. I’d take care of that once I got home. But something about that guy just rubbed me in a weird way. I never reacted to people like that, especially humans. Maybe he was something else, masking himself as human. Then again, my nose had never failed me in that regard. Looking a certain way was one thing. Smelling different was another.
I dropped my backpack to the ground, the cans clattering inside. Anxiety mixed with my thoughts, giving me that sense of danger on my heels that thrilled me. I didn’t want to get caught, that was for sure, and the guy could definitely be a cop or something. But, at the same time, I found myself inexplicably drawn to him, desperate to find out what would happen next. I reached down, gripping my throbbing cock through my sweatpants. The heat and pheromones were making it hard to think. I knew I should go, but then again, what could a human possibly do to a werewolf?
I was invincible.