DOMINATED BY THE WEREBEAR (Steamy Shifter Paranormal Romance) (3 page)

"Nooooo!" Kelly moaned as he denied her the release she desperately needed.

"I think," she heard him say through the haze of her frustration, "that you need to ask my permission to cum."

"Fuck!" she swore.

"Yes, that too," Sawyer remarked mildly and thrust forward.  Kelly gasped in shock at the sudden invasion as he surged upward inside of her.  She wasn't prepared for him to take him like this, tied to the bedpost and on her knees, but he grasped hold of her hips and thrust forward savagely. 

She rocked forward, nearly banging her head into the headboard as he impaled her from behind with that rock hard cock.  Kelly was helpless as she felt the mounting pressure return. He slid his hand around her waist and placed an authoritative finger on that sensitive nub and began to rub in time with his thrusting.  She moaned helplessly, awash in sensations and emotions.  This was wrong, this was bad.... This was so fucking amazing! the orgasm began to build unbidden.  She thrashed against him, trying to push herself over, but he grasped her hard around the waist..  He snaked his fingers around to pinch her sensitive nipples and she shrieked.  The sensation washed up and up and....”Please may I cum!" she shouted.

"What was that?" he asked.

She was so close and he was driving her crazy.  "I need to cum, let me cum please!"

Kelly tweaked her nipple once more to make her squeak.  Then he moved his hands back to her clit.  She exhaled in relief to feel his thumb back in place and squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate.  Sawyer bent low over her ear, the feel of his warm chest pressing into her back nearly overwhelmed her then and there.  "You may cum, Kelly," he whispered.

The brush of his lips against her sensitive earlobe was all it took.  The pleasure that had been denied for so long ripped heedlessly through her.  She forgot who she was, she forgot the stupid conference, she forgot that this stranger had no right to master her the way he did.  She forgot everything except the exquisite agony of his hands on her skin, his teeth at her neck and his cock buried to the hilt inside of her.  She screamed as the shockwaves of her orgasm crashed into the next one.  On and on she came until her sight dimmed at the edges and she grew dizzy.  But still Sawyer pushed her forward, giving her no breathing room between the intensity of each one.  He pounded into her like an automaton, his strokes never wavering in their cadence, his thumb never moving from her overstimulated clit.  She felt tears spring to her eyes as the sensation became overwhelming. 

And then the growling returned. A low noise, barely audible at first, it sounded more like the noise her nerves were making than anything outside of her. But as it grew louder, Kelly bent and looked through her legs at the man who was inside of her.

There was a haze in the air, a strange shimmer. And as Sawyer exploded inside of her, she blinked, several times, trying to clear it. It was only when he growled again, pulling himself free from her dripping wet pussy, only when she felt the rake of his fingertips rip the rope free with one jagged swipe, only when she turned to kiss him and saw the way his face was shimmering and battling to maintain it’s shape, that she slowly began to realize what she had done. She had glimpsed the beast inside him.

"What are you?" she breathed, rubbing her sore wrists.

"Shifter," he growled, his features rearranging themselves into the gorgeous planes of Sawyer's face once more. "Are you scared?"

She felt a tingle ripple through her. Tonight she was a different woman, and she had felt pleasure unlike anything she had every known. "No," she whispered. “I’m yours…”

She licked her lips as he stared in silence, the passion between them already overwhelming any sense of time and space. There was only one thing left to do. With the mighty bear shifter standing mere inches away, his passion and his control absolute, she couldn’t stop the words escaping her lips.

"Show me again."

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(WEREWOLF SHIFTER FMM MENAGE STEAMY ROMANCE)

By Nikki Wild

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THE WEREWOLVES INNOCENT QUEEN

(WEREWOLF SHIFTER MENAGE EROTIC ROMANCE)

She thought they wanted her life. But they really wanted her body

The old woman settled the sacrificial cloak across her shoulders, and then Tarla bravely set off into the woods.  Raised from birth to be her village's sacrifice to their wolf protectors, she believes she is walking forward to her doom.  Especially when the two huge wolves walk towards her with their slavering jaws.

Imagine her surprise when the wolves transform into men.

It turns out the tales of her village were wildly wrong.  The wolves' demand is not for a sacrifice but a queen. A queen that will be a mate for the entire pack.

But in order to gain their allegiance, she must first bond with them.

And the way shifters bond is public, rough, erotic...and all at once.

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My sisters wept as the old woman lowered the blood-red cloak onto my narrow shoulders, but my mother's eyes were rolling back in the throes of religious ecstasy.  "The gods will bless me for my sacrifice," she exulted, forgetting that it was I who was the actual sacrifice.

The old woman murmured a few more unintelligible words, then dipped a thumb into a pot of something foul smelling.  She marked my forehead with the muck, from the tip of my hairline down to the bridge of my nose.  Her gnarled thumbnail poked me in between the eyes.

"Have you finished?" I asked, trying to keep my tone innocent.

"Tarla, don't blaspheme," my mother admonished me and I had to roll my eyes.  Here I was moments away from saying goodbye to her forever, and yet she could only think to chastise me one last time.

The old woman fastened the cloak at my neck with a silver pin.  "This will protect you until you reach the lair of the wolf-king," she creaked.  "Once you reach the entrance, you must remove it before you are allowed inside."

"What happens if I leave it on?"

The old woman's rheumy eyes narrowed suspiciously.  "Then they will not accept the sacrifice and our village will be damned.  Will you have that on your head, child?"

My sister Lena burst into a fresh round of sobs upon hearing this.  Her fear for my sake was outweighed by the fear of the wolves.  That was true for the entire village.  I was the sacrifice: one to save many.  The price our small, vulnerable village paid for the protection of the wolves. If that protection were ever removed, our enemies would descend on us immediately.

Or the wolves themselves.

"I will do my duty," I said gravely, bending my head obediently.  The old woman looked up at me and waited several moments before she nodded her white head.  Her hair was so white and brittle that she reminding me of a dandelion head in late summer.  One breeze would blow her away.

It occurred to me then that I would never see another summer.  Never see another dandelion.  I would never know anything more that I knew, right now. 

For some reason it was that, rather than my weeping family, that finally made me break down and cry.

The old woman smiled a toothless grin, heavy with malice.  "She is ready," she croaked towards the door.

The door to our hut burst open and the constable and his deputy tromped their muddy boots onto my mother's impeccably washed floor.  "We are losing daylight," the deputy snarled.  "Tell the girl to make her goodbyes and get on with it."

I turned, sniffling, and nodded to my sisters.  I had told them goodbye this morning, putting on a brave, happy face for Sahbine, the youngest.  She was now looking at me with fearful eyes, and so I smiled once more.  "Goodbye, fair sisters.  I trust that my sacrifice will keep you safe."

I was answered with wide eyes and stifled sobs.

As for my mother, well, what could I say?  "Goodbye, mother."  I felt the creeping resentment curl around the edges of my words as I spoke.  "I am glad that it is so easy for you to let go of your first born."

"I have done my village and my gods a service in bearing you.  I will be richly rewarded in the afterlife," she breathed, clasping her hands together in fervent prayer.

I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes.  "I'm finished," I exhaled, nodding to the constable.  "You may take me now."

He nodded gruffly and turned to the door, assuming correctly that I would follow closely.  And he was right.  What more could I do?  I was walking towards my death, anointed and blessed.  There was no resistance left in me. 

The walk out of the village was an odd one.  Villagers huddled in their windows, watching me silently.  Yesterday I had laughed and worked and sung with all of them, but today no one could find it in themselves to say farewell to me.  It was the fate of the sacrifice to spend the last moments of her life alone.

When we reached the edge of the village, the constable halted.  "You go alone from here," he barked.

I stood, confused, staring down the long road that vanished into the dark trees.  "How will I know the way?"

The two men darted a quick look at one another.  I saw uncertainty and fear in their eyes.  "You...you don't know, do you?" I guessed.

"You will know," the constable recovered quickly.  "The way will be shown to you."

"By who?"

The deputy puffed up his chest.  Instead of answering my question, he unrolled a parchment and started to laboriously read the words aloud.  "Our sac...sacrifice is made on this day.  We beg for the forest's con...continued protect...protection as acknowledgment of our tritty."

"Treaty," I muttered.

"Be quiet girl.  Show some reverence." The constable darted his eyes quickly into the encroaching woods as if he expected something to jump out and punish me for my insolence.

I had had enough.  "And why should I do that? I am expected to walk into the woods and face my certain death just to keep the rest of you safe.  This is not reverence, this is murder."

The deputy gave me a hard shove in the chest, knocking me down to the muddy road. "May the gods forgive you.  Now go."

I scrambled back to my feet.  "May the gods forgive
you,"
I answered.  Then I turned my back to the stammering men.  I only had a few more minutes to live.  I didn't want to waste them with fools.

Each step took me further and further away from the only life I had ever known.  In all my nineteen years, I had never been further than the edge of my small village. But I had seen every inch of it, including some haylofts and back rooms that my mother would be scandalized to know I had frequented.  I wasn't the unsullied virgin they all believed me to be.  Living my life knowing I was to be sacrificed gave me a yearning to experience as much as I could before my time was up. 

I spent much of that time experiencing the stable boys’ cocks.

I heard a little giggle tear from my throat and soon I was laughing out loud.  The trees swallowed up my laughter, a heavy silence hanging over everything.  But still I walked and as I walked, I laughed. 

Because this was just so absurd.

The more I walked, the more I wondered what was stopping me from just continuing down this road and into the great unknown.  There had to be villages out there.  Villages that were not held in thrall by murderous wolves who demanded blood sacrifice at odd intervals.  If I continued down this road, I could just walk out of my life entirely.  There was nothing to do but just put one foot in front of the other.

And the thought bloomed in my mind; I heard a noise over my shoulder.  I froze, heart pounding, as I stared into the dense trees.

"Who is there?" I called.

There was no response, unless you counted the moan of the wind and the creak of bough against bough.

I shuddered, feeling suddenly colder.  I pulled the blood-red sacrificial cloak more tightly around my shoulders and quickened my step.

This time the noise was over my other shoulder.  I whirled around and caught the faintest glimpse of a gray shadow in the trees.

"Who is there?!" I demanded.

The shapes were so large it seemed that they unwound from the trees themselves.  Two wolves, larger and more powerful than any I had seen before, strode out from the forest. 

I felt my heart drop to my shoes.  My knees gave out and I sank down into the mud.  "So this is it," I said.  "There is no escaping my sacrifice.  Instead of me going to you, you have come to me."  I closed my eyes tightly.  "Please be quick about it."

I knelt there, waiting for that first stab of pain, waiting for their teeth to sink into my flesh and devour me.  I waited, feeling nothing except the unfairness of it all.

I heard a low exhalation.  When I opened my eyes, one of the wolves was sitting in front of me, his posture one of bored indifference.  When he saw that I had opened my eyes, he stood back up and trotted in front of me.   Pausing to look back over his shoulder, he leapt into the trees.

"Oh," I said, and moved to follow.  The second wolf, gave me a slight nudge with his head and I stepped into the forest.

"I can't see you!" I called into the trees.  "It's getting dark and your eyes are better than mine."

I heard that exhalation again.  It truly did sound like a sigh of exasperation.  Then the first wolf came trotting back into view.  He came just to the edge of my vision and sat.

"I see you now," I said.  "Thank you."

I tried to hurry along, but the silver flash seemed always just out of my range of sight.  We plunged deep into the thick forest and it was not very long before I was completely turned around.  Trees, roots, bramble and branches all clutched and clawed at my arms and legs.  The cloak tangled in a tree limb and I screamed in frustration.  "Where are we going?" I demanded.

The first wolf trotted back into view.  He came right up to me and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when he ducked his head and took my arm into his jaws. 

But instead of clamping down, he only tugged gently.  I allowed myself to be led a few steps.  The trees fell away and I walked into a clearing bathed in silvery moonlight.

Before me rose the dark hulk of a lonely mountain.  And there in the rock face was the deep black of an opening.  A cave, dark and forbidding.  The wolf tugged my arm gently and we stepped inside.

I put my hand to my throat.  The silver pin was still fastened there.  I felt the pull of wickedness, and I took my hand away without removing it.  Let the wolves see the silver.  Let them be as afraid of me as I was of them.

As we stepped into the cave, I felt a vibration in the air.  Suddenly, I was not walking with two wolves. Rather, I was flanked by two tall, deeply muscled men.

I barely had time to register my shock before one of them grabbed a torch from the wall and turned to me.  "Tarla.  We have been waiting for you."

I wanted to ask how he knew my name, but before I could form the words, we stepped into a great chamber.  The ceiling rose high above us, nearly invisible.  All around us were pools of torchlight and before us a great bonfire roared.  And around the bonfire stood wolves and men.

Behind the men was a raised platform upon which a wolf sat.  When he looked down and spied me, the air vibrated around us.  The wolf shimmered and dissipated, simultaneously stretching and shrinking until he stepped forward in the form of a gray-haired man.

"Tarla," he boomed heartily, his voice echoing off of the stone walls of the cavern.  He spoke my name as if it was an answered prayer. "You are welcome."

I looked at the assembly.  Hungry eyes stared back at me.  "Are you mocking me?" I demanded.  "Why would you give me welcome?"

The gray haired man laughed.  "Why wouldn't we welcome you? This is a celebration!"

My mother's pious posturing flashed in my head and my resentment flared anew.  "I am so thrilled that my death is so easy for everyone to celebrate."

The gray haired man rose from his makeshift throne and nimbly hopped down from his platform.  "Death?"

I was getting angry.  "Do what it is I am here for.  If I am to die, just get it over with."

"What do you think you are here for?" The gray haired man demanded.

"I am the sacrifice.  I am here for you to devour me so that my village stays safe."

The laughter of the men mixed with the howls of the wolves until all of their voices were an echoing cacophony around me.  I stood in the midst of their mirth with anger rising like fire through me.  I felt hot color bloom on my cheeks and my stomach twisted.  "Enough!" I cried, my voice louder that the din that surrounded it.  "Silence!"

The laughter ceased immediately.  Only the faint echo remained.

The gray haired man nodded as if I had spoken a great truth.  "You were born for this," he nodded.  "The blood of the wolf runs in your veins."

My hot rage was clouding my judgment.  "I was born to be my village's sacrifice, yes I know this.  Now will you please just get it over with?"

"We are not going to eat you, Tarla!" a voice shouted from the crowd.

"Well, only a little." Loud shouts of laughter greeted this speaker's jest. 

I turned angrily to the gray haired man.  "What aren't you telling me?"

"The women in your village are the last of a dying breed," the gray-haired man explained.  "You are the only ones with whom our kind can mate."

I felt hot thudding in my ears that had nothing to do with anger.  "Mate?"

"If you prove worthy, Tarla, you will be our queen."

I looked out over the crowd of men gathered watching.  I saw several of them nod their heads.  Others bowed in reverence.

"Your queen?"

"Yes Tarla.  You will reign over all of us.  We will pledge our lives to you and you will give us the next generation of our pack.  But first, we must bind you to us."

I felt heat rising up from my core.  I was suddenly aware of the fact that I was the only female in the room.  All around me was a swirling mass of masculinity. Each one of them was taller, broader and stronger looking than the last.