Wes appears in Lone Wolf, but we never find out much about him. This sensual novella Alpine Wolf introduces Wes and his long ago almost-love affair with a hot babe Marine Corps shifter.
Alpine Wolf will have you panting to know more about the hot wolf shifters who are a part of Trident Pack, who have unique members who work for hire worldwide. What do they do? Keep reading to find out more.
To whet your appetite here are the first two chapters of Alpine Wolf, enjoy!
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Alpine Wolf
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by C K Raine
'There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be
vulnerable.'
C S Lewis.
Chapter One
Memories
Wes Cameron braked his
soft-tail Harley to a halt. His black and silver leather lace up riding boots
clunked to the gravel of the narrow road and he relaxed with a sigh which
steamed up his helmet. Before him rose the snow clad Rocky Mountains in all
their majesty. Clouds hovered over the peaks allowing shafts of glorious
afternoon sunlight to stream in bars of light spotlighting the land before him
in moving patches of brilliance. Emotion flooded Wes as he thought of Kieran.
He’d known when he came back to Colorado that the memories would flood back.
Wes thought he was prepared for those thoughts, for the effect that being back
in these mountains would have on him, but he wasn’t.
So long ago he’d been
posted here, just as he was today. Back then he had been investigating a local
petty criminal who had ripped off the wrong people and there was a considerable
danger of those people starting a gun battle with the criminal as the target.
However this criminal was actually a useful police informant and Wes was tasked
with finding the man and spiriting him out of harm’s way. It hadn’t been that
simple.
This hunt Rane had sent
him on, seeking another missing person wasn’t going to be a walk-over either.
Trident Pack got the best pay for the hardest jobs. Wes sighed as he thought
about his pack and his continuing single un-mated status. What was it about
Estes Park that people went missing here? Especially important people for Wes,
like Kieran. Maybe Rane had remembered Wes’ disastrous experience with Kieran
here in the Rocky mountains and thought he’d fix it up by sending Wes back.
Rane had a long memory, his Weirdling wolf shifter side was more like an
elephant than a wolf. You bastard Rane! Wes muttered, frowning. He
stretched his arms up and swung them around, it had been a long ride. Then he
leaned forward on the bike and his leathers creaked, the way well oiled
leathers should creak. He lowered the kick stand, stood up, stepped off the
bike and stretched completely. A grin spread across his face. It wasn’t that
long since he’d been in Estes Park, only five years ago. He lifted his helmet
off and shook out tousled black curls. The cold clear air felt so very good on
his skin. It was good to be back in the mountains, there were possibilities in
mountains that the flat lands did not have.
Breathing deeply he
stretched again and as his arms lifted up to the clouds he felt the beautiful
lips of that amazing young man brush his lips and he started, as if prodded.
Tears started into his eyes, it was so hurtful how fate had worked to keep them
apart. No matter how he had struggled to be close to Kieran, something had
always kept them apart. He swore under his breath and a frown creased his brow.
How had it all happened again? He relaxed and let his mind recall the events
from five years ago, the events which he hadn’t
jotted in his notebook.
He’d driven into Estes
Park in an unmarked SUV, found a motel room and headed to the local saloon for
dinner, a drink and to begin his inquiries. He felt confident, his law
enforcement superiors sent Wes on jobs which required quiet investigation
because his interests in bodybuilding, trail walking and bar room drinking
meant he was well able to talk to anyone and have a topic to talk about. Not to
mention that the young man gave out a friendly air which people found
attractive.
He was tall, muscular and
strong. Very masculine in the exact way that made women want him, with tight
abs, full rounded butt cheeks and wide sensitive hands. His blue eyes
fascinated women, they thought they could tell what he was thinking and they
thought it was about them. They were wrong.
So women made cow eyes at
him and answered his questions with husky voices, with their bodies undulating
a little. Wes could get any answer he wanted from many women. This made him
useful to his superiors. Wes was a
courteous southern gentleman, when he noticed a lady he lifted his hat, smiled
politely and walked on. He wasn’t the kind of man they would imagine loved
other men.
Chapter Two
First Kiss
Wes
I was 25 and Kieran was… he was 20, I’m sure he was
20. I was out hunting for our informant in the bars and not having any luck.
Maybe the little asshole had split town already and my time was being wasted.
But then it wasn’t wasted because…
It was in Lonigan’s
Saloon that their eyes met, Wes’s blue and Kieran’s grey. It was lightning
striking across the crowded bar and they knew it, felt it, life changed at that
bolt from the blue but they kept their surprise hidden. It wouldn’t do to show
that love has quit shooting arrows to the heart, he now shoots hot lead bullets
direct eye to eye, changing the brain as if with a major electric shock.
“Yeah, I’m looking for
this guy. Monty Zalingo he called himself, I heard he had a cabin up the river.”
The cute young bar tender shook his head.
“I’ve worked here the
last five years,” he drawled, “ain’t seen that feller before. Sorry I cain’t
help you more, officer.”
Wes worked his way across
the room full of drunken tourists, forest rangers and citizens. Asking each
person if they had seen Zalingo. No one knew the guy. Wes felt good despite his
lack of success in getting a definite lead on Zalingo. His real attention was
on the gorgeous young hunk in military style camo fatigues who stood alone
relaxing over a beer near the opposite wall, his crew cut blonde hair the kind
of military look which made Wes’s knees weak.
Kieran
Here he comes, Mr gorgeous-right-for-me hunk in his
hat, boots and police handcuffs. It was amazing that lightning thing that just
happened between us - from his eyes to mine. I swear my heart is hammering so
hard I’m gonna have a heart attack like dad did. Take a breath Kieran, remember
the Alpha’s instructions: keep calm, don’t bite, don’t shift in front of the
public. And… he said my mate would someday come along? Gawd, I wish it was this
guy…
Wes settled on a bar
leaner close to his target, but outside of Kieran’s intimate space and ordered
the same beer Kieran was drinking. He had to control the trembling of his hands
so he took several gulps before he said
“It’s good beer. Is it a
local brewery?”
“Yeah, I work there when
I’m on leave.”
“Are you on leave now?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a few
weeks until they recall me. Unless some kind of action calls sooner, of course.”
Kieran glanced at the handsome stranger. “I haven’t seen you around town
before.”
“No you haven’t,” Wes
grinned, his perfect white teeth seducing Kieran, as much as Kieran’s shy grin
revealing a broken tooth earned in a training fight charmed Wes. “I’m from the
State Police, checking out a local issue. It’s really not a big deal, so I can
relax, check out the local talent.”
“Talent?”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of
talent in this town. From where I’m standing it looks real good.” Wes’s lustful
drawl accompanied by a long pointed look from his deep blue eyes caused goose
bumps to zip out on Kieran’s skin and he almost blushed.
“I don’t usually feel
like I’m talented, mostly I ain’t,” mumbled Kieran. Oh God! Dad said I was a faggot and I am, I’m blushing like a girl when
this guy looks at me. But - is this macho muscle cop gay? He can’t be!
“Would you like a chance
to prove you are exceptionally talented?” Wes’s eyes bored into Kieran’s until
the younger man looked down, a soft blush on his cheeks.
“I - I ain’t never been
with a man before.” He whispered. Only another shifter could hear his whisper
and Wes did hear it.
“I would be honoured if I
might be your first.” He murmured very quietly, extending his hand, looking
Kieran in the eyes. “Wes Cameron.” Kieran took the proffered hand in his large,
muscular but long fingered sensitive hand.
“Kieran Tremaine.”
“Let’s get to know each
other and see where the journey takes us Kieran.” Dang! I feel like this young man could be my mate. My hand is tingling
like crazy, he smells wonderful. Could he be? Surely not. Don’t we wolf
shifters have to wait for years and years - sometimes even a century to find
our forever mates?
“Know a place we could go
hang out?” Wes asked once they were standing in the chilly evening air outside
the bar. The alpine icebox door was open and blowing a breeze their way. “My
motel or a hotel perhaps?”
“Yeah, but I’m known at
those places so… no we can’t go there -
I do know a private place nearby, though.” Wes nodded with a grin. “We could
walk there.” Wes took his bike off the kickstand and pushed it two blocks
behind Kieran who turned into a narrow lane behind a house and barn shaped
shed. Kieran seemed to be able to see in the dark just as well as Wes could.
I wonder if he’s a shifter wolf like me? They thought at the same moment.
Kieran’s boots crunched
over a gravelled driveway and onto grass in the shadow of some huge pines. Wes
saw him approach a tiny shed, clicking and clanking sounds came from the shed
and a low light switched on.
“Come on over here,”
Kieran called softly. Wes left his bike near the road and walked to the shed
which he found to his surprise to be a fold-out fully stocked private bar with
two bar stools and a brazier on the deck between the chairs. Kieran was busy
getting a fire lit in the cast iron brazier. Wes settled on the left bar stool
and admired Kieran’s heart shaped butt as he knelt packing fire makings into
the frame. A match flared and showed the young marine’s face outlined in
handsome detail, strong chin, cheeks still with fluff growing on them, firm
brows and clear eyes that reminded Wes of the trout pools in the Big Thompson
River.
“Nice spot you have here,
Kieran.”
“Yeah, my dad built it
before he died last year.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that.
Were you close to your dad?” Kieran went still for a moment, thinking.
“I guess not. He always
said I was a faggot. Even though I look like this,” he flexed a cut bicep, “I’ve
always been really macho but he said he just knew I didn’t like girls. It was
sad and all when he died but - I don’t miss him.” He bowed his head and gazed
into the warm blaze which now crackled in the metal frame.
“Do you like girls?” Wes
asked gently.
“Do you wanna drink?”
Kieran quickly moved into the interior of the bar. “I got bourbon, whiskey,
beer, and a lotta girl drinks that my ma and her friends drink when they use
this place.”
“I’ll have a beer,
thanks.” Wes smiled to himself. He felt the same way about being gay, only
every second day now. “Girls just don’t do it for me. Thought you should know
that.” His voice was husky and low. Kieran shivered and his hand trembled as he
handed Wes his beer in a chilled bottle.
“Is that so?” Kieran
murmured. He came around the bar and stood there, rocking on his toes, holding
a whiskey bottle with four fingers of spirit left in it. He drank deeply from
the bottle and set it down. He stepped forward directing a punch to Wes’s gut.
Wes parried the blow and wrapped his arms around Kieran.
“Fucking faggot!” Kieran
hissed. “You are a faggot! I don’t want to talk to you or have anything to do
with you!” He struggled violently and tried to head butt Wes, but Wes held him
tight.
“I’m sorry you feel that
way, because you are the most attractive man I’ve met in years.” Wes murmured
releasing Kieran and quickly stepping off the deck out of range of his strong
arms and well trained fists. He began to walk back to his bike. No point being
where he wasn’t wanted. It was totally normal to feel confused about your
sexual orientation when you were young, and he wasn’t about to get caught up in
Kieran’s homophobia and grief for his dad.
“No! Don’t go, Wes.
Please!” Kieran ran after Wes and stopped in front of him, his breath huffing
in white steam from his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“I want you, Kieran. Do
you want me?”
“God help me yes!” His
grey eyes alight, Kieran plunged into Wes’s arms and their lips met with fiery
heat. Swamped with emotions the men swayed, falling into each other like rocks
into a canyon. Slowly they separated, holding hands now, panting. Kieran leaned
towards Wes and brushed his full soft mouth against the policeman’s firm lips.
Wes swooned, his knees weak, he allowed Kieran to kiss him, their lips softly
massaging, sucking, nibbling. A deep intimate kiss enhanced into delight as
their bodies met, their erections pressing together. Camo pants and leather
pants filled to bursting point, pressing and rubbing.
It was intoxicating, Wes
shuddered, taking in all the smells and delights of Kieran’s mouth and face,
then he moved his hands to the tight muscles of Kieran’s ass cheeks, how
delicious they felt as he ran his hands over them, flexing, pressing Kieran
closer. Teasingly there was no way to get as close as he wanted, to feel
Kieran’s naked sex sweat wet skin against his.
It seemed that they
struggled, wrestled, were battling for a win in a fight that led to surrender
as Wes and Kieran stood in the yard deeply kissing. Strong, never giving in
body clenching holds were employed as they strove against their frustrations and for
their desires. A bright spotlight clicked on and lit them with blinding white
light, they dropped their embrace, staggered back, shielded their eyes from the
light with their hands.
“Kieran, is that you?” a
gentle female voice called from the house.
“Yeah, mom, I’m here,” he
panted.
“Come in now, son. It’s
cold out there. I’ll leave the light on for you.”
“Okay mom.”
“Jeez, I can hardly see
anything,” Wes muttered, his wolf senses blasted by the bright light.
“I want to see you again.”
Kieran whispered hoarsely at Wes, his eyes desperately lonely and afraid. Wes
began to walk to his bike which was at the edge of the lit yard and Kieran
followed.
“Yes please,” said Wes. “In
the morning I have to follow up some leads I got yesterday, I’ll be gone all
day. But when I come back I’ll call you. You got a number?”
“Yeah.” Hurriedly in the
blinding light Kieran wrote his mobile number on a match book and Wes tucked it
into his pocket. He handed Kieran a business card.
“If
I don’t call you, call me. But - I’ll call you for sure, Kieran. I want to see
you again tomorrow night.” Their hands touched, their fingers lingered
together, squeezed and all too soon released and Wes strode into the cold darkness where he spent a restless night in a cheap rusty motel bed, horny and longing
for Kieran. Not thinking at all about the job he was there to do.to be continued....
Alpine Wolf will be published before Christmas.
