Saturday, July 12, 2014

Ever Wondered What Happened In The Lounge? Enjoy This Delightfully Sexy Deleted Scene From Taking Control Of My Werewolf by Bronwyn Heeley

Bronwyn lives in the Blue Mountains, Australia, with her partner and two kids. Due to dyslexia, which made reading extremely difficult, it took Bronwyn until the birth of her daughter for her to pick up a book and fall in love. It wasn’t long after that she realised what the voices in her head actually wanted.

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Warning: Graphic language and explicit scene between two sexy men ahead. Read on at your own risk - or simply enjoy!


Hi everyone, thanks for having me here. I’m Bronwyn Heeley and this deleted scene comes out of my Moonlit Wolves series, which has 6 books already available.

This series itself is about a bunch of men trying to live, love and figure out who they really are as they fight to stay alive. It’s been writing in a fast moving, erotically graphic series with a manga feel to it, that will suck you in and make you want more.

This deleted scene has come out of book 4 and I really hope you enjoy.



Deleted Moonlit Wolves Scene

The Lounge Scene from Taking Control of My Werewolf

Jex let out a sigh of relief as he sat back in the lounge. Matt and he hadn’t been in this house for a long time, but he had definitely felt this place become home to him quicker than any of the other places his father had taken him too.
However, his dad hadn’t been the kindest of people, they moved from one town to the next leaving a lot of people hating him because of the things his father had done. A quick kidnapping and a much needed getaway had Matt taking Jex to this lovely little town out in the boondocks. An unlikely place his father would never bother to look.
When they’d reached town, they’d come to a house full to the brim of men. Matt’s cousin and a bunch of mates had taken them both in, treated them as if they were part of their family and he was finally where he belonged.
Jex loved the freedom of just being himself around these men, even if every one of them turned out to be a werewolf every time the moon was full. A lot to take in, but Jex had seen a lot of violence and bullshit in his life, the werewolf factor seemed like a cake walk.
Plus he’d seen it, with his own two eyes, so who was he to say something didn’t exist?
A cold bottle tapped on his shoulder making Jex look over his shoulder. He took the bottle. 
 Taking a long drink of this piss-shit, the bottle label said was beer, he studied Matt as the man he loved rounded the couch and sat down next to him. Jex wasn’t a fan of Tooheye, more a VB man but beggars can’t be choosers—or, more for him, lazy arses deserved to drink horse piss. However, he was definitely a fan of the man, tall, blonde, with deep-set eyes. He was like a walking wet dream, someone who needed to be naked and fucked so everyone would see his true beauty.
He was a fucking dream. Jex’s dream. Even if it had taken the guy a couple of turns to realise just how Jex liked it, and then gave more than he’d ever understood he wanted. Jex reckoned that came from the fact that he hadn’t ever been free to actually fuck another person before Matt!
“Taste like shit?” Matt chuckled next to him. For the first time in a long time—and yet not a first for the thought — Jex wondered what he saw in a man who actually liked this shit.
“Why ask when you know the answer,” Jex spat back at him around another mouthful of beer. He was hoping that if he drank it fast enough, if he got the buzz of beer in his system, it might actually start tasting nice.
Matt shook his head real slow, that you’re fucking crazy shake, though the twitch of his lips held the joke.
“Fucking arse,” Jex muttered finishing off his fist bottle with a cringe—Fuck! this shit was bad.
“Ah, but that’s what you love ‘bout me.” Matt chuckled for himself.
Jex shook his head, a small smile pulled at his lips at the words, only. His mouth hadn’t even completely the smile before Matt’s lips covered his. Jex had been waiting for this moment they were alone after all.
“It makes me feel all gooey inside to see you smile like that. Knowing it’s all mine gets me hot as hell,” he whispered a breath away from Jex’s lips and his back arched at the scrap of whiskers against his upper lip.
“Gooey?” Jex tried to make it a joke, not being able to deal with the softer sides of love. 
“Oh, yeah,” Matt moaned theatrically. “It’s like melted lava inside me, mate.”
“So you’re a cooked marshmallow?” Jex muttered between the light kisses Matt was giving him. He needed more than the teasing. Already his skin heated, his cock throbbed. He hated the teasing. Jex needing more…rubbing, thrusting, harder!
 “Cooked Marshmallow?” Matt pulled back, apparently, finally, thinking around his own cock to what Jex had said.
“Shut up man,” Jex’s laughed. “Am I meant to think with my cock this hard?”
Matt burst out into laughter. Jex shifted back, as Matt's weight shifted onto his knees, he’d straddled Jex sometime during the kiss.
Jex scowled at his lover, his mate, as in wolf type of mate. Fuck that had been a kick in the arse when he came across a werewolf standing tall and ripping the shit out of the people who’d kidnapped him. It had taken him a few days for everything Matt and he had been through. Not only the kidnapping, but also grabbing Matt’s stuff, getting in his car and fleeing dodge before his father caught up with them.
When it had hit him, it felt as if someone had come at him with a sledgehammer. He’d finally managed to run away. Finally gotten out from under his father and the plans the man had for him.
The thing was, it wasn’t the first time he’d ever had that type of break down. He’d gotten real used to holding onto the panic, the horror he had grown up with. He’d managed to learn when he needed to escape and the places to hide so no one would see his weakness.
This time Matt had been there. He’d pulled him in close and refused let go, no matter what Jex said. No matter how hard he’d kicked and bitten in order to get free.
Matt was his strength in a world that scared the shit out of him. The kindness of these guys they lived with, cramped in this itty-bitty house in the middle of nowhere, their welcoming arms and solid foundations were worse than when he’d first realised what his father had meant when he told one of his enforcers to “take care” of someone.
At least in that environment he understood the rules. He wasn’t someone to fear because of what the boss would have to say. When he had feared the very people he called family.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them. He completely and openly, honestly, trusted Matt with everything that he was, would be, and worked towards. Matt was the rest of his life, and Jex would do absolutely anything to make sure the man he loved stayed alive for all of it.
What Matt had done, just the simple fact of being there when Jex had fallen apart. Not saying anything, not doing anything, just being there was more than anything Jex had ever thought he could have. It was simply the most romantic thing Matt could have done for him. In that moment, that very second, he’d accepted his life as what it was—as Matt’s. He’d opened his eyes, and walked into a future.
A slight pause before more heavy laughter snapped Jex out of his musing. With a growl, Jex pushed Matt of him, but not before Matt grabbed hold, taking him onto the carpet with him. 
Matt lay on his back, his face lit up by the laughter, chocking on it actually. His face was bright. His legs snug around Jex’s waist, his arms spread wide.
Come get it, was spoken clearer than if Matt had spoken aloud.
Jex couldn’t think of anything else to do, leaning in he kissed Matt.
Lips clashed in a sweet bit for attention moments before teeth clang as they rushed to get more, closer. Tongues twined, twisted, played, as moisture, flavour—essence exchanged from mouth to mouth. Fingers pulled at clothes as they fought to get closer and closer.
Skin on skin in a loud moan had Jex’s head tilting back, finally getting what he wanted. Matt’s lips attacked his neck, his shoulder, biting deep, pulling blood up to the surface without breaking the skin.
Cocks leaked together in a rub that wasn’t quite perfect but more a side-track to foreplay.
Matt’s hands came up to frame his face, making him look down at the beauty that was his lover. A fucking work of art, of pale skin, and eyes so deep you had to be close to see. Having Matt under him was the best way for that, the light above giving Jex an uninterrupted view of heated pools of brown. Questions and answers danced around in there depths. They may not have been lovers long, but they had been friends—close friends for a while before that. Even so, Jex could read Matt better than he could himself.
“Can’t wait,” Matt grunted as he pulled Jex in for another kiss. Deep and full of wickedness, making Jex groaned in bliss. His body melting onto of Matt, his mind turned off, waiting for what came next.
Matt rolled them over before getting up off the floor. Walking over to the coffee table, he opened one of the drawers under it and pulled out lube.
“The lounge,” Matt said pointing at the newer three-seater one. It was wide along the bottom, and had been where Matt and Jex had been sleeping on for the last couple of weeks—if the back cushions were taken off, it was almost as wide as a single.
Knowing what he was meant to do, from, well, weeks of practicing, Jex crawled over to the lounge, knelt on the ground, and put his face into the cushioning.
Not even a breath later, Matt was behind him, a pop of the bottle sounded as Matt’s hot hands slide along the curve of his arse, up his back, before coming back down and gripped his cheeks hard. Nails deep, cool air kissed his hole.
“Beautiful,” Matt muttered before cool liquid slide down his crack. Fingers massaged it in, before Matt penetrated him with two fingers. It had only been a couple of hours since they had fucked. And with the fact that a lot of the times Matt had him wearing a plug—liking the added bonus of him being ready for him—Jex body was considerably relaxed just from the idea of sex. Two fingers became three, before Matt completely pulled out and then pushed back in with his cock.
The both groaned at the feel of it. Hot, hard silk pushed into him in a slow ride that was agonising for Jex. He wanted to be full. He wanted Matt all the way in. He wanted to be ridden so hard he’d feel it for weeks. Yet, Matt, the fucker, knew this. He knew that slow and steady was torture to Jex. Knew he wanted nothing more than to be used and abused, as Matt loved him with his cock. Knew he needed more than a steady pace to feel the slightest bit of pleasure.
Matt bottomed out with a groan that seemed to come from his toes. Matt’s body slid against his back. The heat sank into Jex and made everything better. This was right. This was home.
Jex sighed into the fabric under him and soaked Matt in. The tall lanky body draped over him, the cock filling him up. Breathed on the back of his neck. No matter what Jex wanted, no matter what he needed, Matt never started until he believed Jex was ready. Hence the plugs. This was Matt’s way of fucking without hurting him, as well as being able to fuck him again in another hour. 
Jex understood it was more than that, and less. It was simple—Matt didn’t want to hurt him. He also knew Jex didn’t get off on pain. No, he wanted the power running inside him. He wanted to lose absolute control of what was happening. He wanted to be pushed, prodded and pulled by someone that held him down and made him take it.
He wanted to be owned. Simply, owned.
Arms slid around his throat, light hair brushed against his chin, settling tightly against his Adams-apple, not enough to cut off air, but snug enough that Matt could if he wanted.
Jex’s heart filled, as Matt started thrusting. The fast hitting moves shot pleasure through Jex’s body as he moaned around the slight constriction on his throat. Matt’s whole body took him up. His heat sunk deep into Jex. His breath panted along the back of his throat, or his mouth sucked, bit, kissed, along his neck. He was surrounded by the sounds and smells. He was in complete and utter heaven.
Other sounds, out of place sounds, penetrated the hum of their fucking, but Jex didn’t pay any of it attention. None of it mattered as long as Matt kept fucking him.
Suddenly the arm around his throat was gone, and his arms were yanked up behind his back. Oh, god, yeah! The stinging pull of muscle was sudden, beautiful, though it was already disappearing under the new angle and deeper assault on his arse.
The cushion beside him dipped down before something settled against the side of his face, trapping him on the lounge. Panting against the added bonus of being trapped, Jex flowed into the fucking.
The muscles in his arms stretched with every inward thrust, which got faster and faster as Matt got closer and closer. Tension built up inside Jex, it wanted to be let go, wanted to let him fly.
Something was roughly pushed under his hips, as Matt let go of his arms. Tingles started in his shoulder blades as they flopped down against the lounge. Matt collapsed back onto Jex, his teeth scrapped against his shoulder as his hand wrapped around Jex’s cock. A tight, hot pull and he came all over the side of the lounge, screaming his release into the cushion.
He came to when Matt climbed off him, his cock, still hard, slid out, giving Jex that added bliss a person could only get from fucking another. He let he’s body slide down onto the floor and blinked into the light that for some reason didn’t seem like it should have been.
“Ah, hey guys,” Jex said into the crowded room, something else that he really wished wasn’t there.
Gene laughed. “Have fun?”
“’Course he did, I was fuckin’ him,” Matt said as he threw Jex his pants, pulling his shirt over his head. Jex got off the floor and sat on the seat he’d been fucked on.
Matt took what looked like a tea towel off the floor, and walked out of the room.
“You guys are so much fun to have around,” Gene chuckled next to him.
***


 The Moonlit Wolves Series



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