Beneath A Yankee Sky
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By the time the next full moon rose above the trees, Caleb's leg had healed. A band of scars ringed his ankle, and he couldn't run as far or as fast as he once could, but he no longer winced at Brance's touch. Darkness fell much earlier now, and Brance barely had time to pitch a tent before the first twinge of change roiled through him. In the bushes where he'd gone to relieve himself, Caleb let out a low, guttural moan. "Damn," he cursed, raising his voice so Brance could hear. "It keeps getting worse."
"It only seems worse," Brance argued. It was an old debate, one he didn't bother trying to win anymore. The pain of transformation pinched his words into breathy gasps. "You just keep forgetting how bad it was the last time."
Whatever his lover wanted to say to that was lost in the howl that clawed from the bushes to rally against the night sky. Outside their tent, Brance fell to the ground and rolled on his side, body curling into an unconscious fetal position as his limbs shortened, and thick, coarse hair erupted from his skin. He could just see the moon among the trees, a rimming of frost diffusing its silver glow. Then the pain increased, and he shut his eyes against it as a thin sheen of sweat dampened the hair across his brow.
Finally the pain receded and he opened his eyes. The moon still peeked at him through the trees, its icy halo brighter than before. Brance lay still, letting his body remember its feline form. Around him the night deepened, faceted like a complex gemstone, alive.
Leaves rustled nearby; before Brance could sit up, Caleb tackled him. Sharp claws found a sensitive spot low on Brance's belly and started to knead his fur as a ragged purring rumbled into the night. An inquisitive nose poked between Brance's legs, sniffing for his ballocks. Then the damp tip of Caleb's tongue licked out, tasting Brance's scent, and the claws kneading his belly grew insistent. With a randy mrroaw, Caleb told Brance what he wanted. ::Fuck me.::
Brance rolled onto his back and caught his mate's tail between his powerful jaws. Caleb twitched it free, then took off into the shadows. ::Mind that leg,:: Brance warned.
Caleb glanced back over his shoulder, tail flicking from side to side in a provocative manner. His musky scent enflamed Brance's senses, turning him on. His own large paws began to knead the ground as his libido flared, and the plaintive mewl that escaped Brance's throat made Caleb laugh. ::Catch me and I'm yours.::
For a moment, Brance feigned disinterest. Only the claws tearing at the earth gave a hint of his arousal. He waited for Caleb to turn around and tease him again. Then Brance leapt, wrestling his mate to the ground, teeth trying to get a firm grip on Caleb's neck as he positioned himself for sex.
But before his unsheathed penis found Caleb's clenched hole, his lover managed to throw him off to race into the woods. ::No fair!:: Caleb called out, his laughter ringing through Brance's ears. ::You've got to catch me first!::
With a lusty growl, Brance gave chase.
J. M. Snyder
An author of gay erotic/romantic fiction, J. M. Snyder began self-publishing gay erotic fiction in 2002. Since then, Snyder has released several books in trade paperback format and has begun exploring the world of e-publishing, working with both Aspen Mountain Press and Amber Quill Press. Snyder's highly erotic short gay fiction has been published online at Ruthie's Club, Tit-Elation, Sticky Pen, and Amazon Shorts, as well as in anthologies by Aspen Mountain Press and Cleis Press. A full bibliography, as well as free fiction, book excerpts, purchasing information, and exclusive contests, can be found at: http://jmsnyder.net
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Don't miss Under A Confederate Moon, by J. M. Snyder,
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The year is 1863. Caleb Chilson is a private in the Confederate Army, currently camped in the Virginian woods. Most of his time is spent on picket duty, on the lookout for a Yankee attack. But when the moon is full, he manages to slip away from the encampment and into the woods to become something a little less than human...
Bitten as a teen, Caleb now suffers through a painful transformation from human to bobcat a few days each month. As a bobcat, he leaves behind his camp and fellow soldiers to explore the night. But a gunshot and the bright scent of fresh blood draws him to a clearing where he learns that he isn't the only one of his kind.
Wounded and hurt, Brance is a loner by nature, gruff and grumbling, who doesn't want anything to do with Caleb...at first. The younger bobcat prevails, and starts to win Brance over, until they turn human again and find themselves on opposite sides of the American Civil War.
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