Little Red Hood (2 page)

Another monster stood in between the grizzly bear and her, snarling back with claws extended and braced for battle. It stood like a man, yet was covered from head to toe in matted fur with an elongated face and jagged canine teeth. It was half wolf, half man; and completely enthralling to the sheltered young woman—stories of lycanthropy, coming alive in her mind. Red had never seen anything like it before, and while she should’ve feared for her life, a sense of longing and desire had crept into her subconscious and refused to extricate itself.

She watched in awe-inspired horror as the two monsters battled over her right to life. Afraid to move in the slightest, Red watched, curled up in a ball and recoiling from the action.

The werewolf raised his hands against the much larger animal and dug its nails deep into its chest. The wild animal screeched in pain and reared backwards before taking a swipe across the wolf’s stomach.

Blackened blood splashed against the trail, inches from Red’s body and seeping into the ground below. She should’ve cowered from the sight, but an unnatural calm had washed over her. She felt safe, like nothing in the world could do her harm in the majestic creature’s presence.

Although the werewolf was much smaller than the mammoth-sized bear, it battled with ferocity unlike any born naturally of this plane. With hands still dug deep into the bear’s chest, the wolf man hurled it to the ground with a deafening thud. It wasted no time savoring its small victory and leapt on top of the bear, biting and shredding the thick fur of its burly opponent.

Red could hear it cry out in the same helplessness that once held her tight, and her lips parted in pleasure from the sight. She wanted blood. She wanted revenge.

The werewolf, on the other hand, wasn’t so bloodthirsty and stopped his assault prematurely. He arched his back and howled to the moon, his raked claws pointed down to his fallen foe.

His booming roar tore through the trees and sent hundreds of sleeping birds up into the air and fleeing from their unseen, but heard, adversary.

Everything fled, even the wounded grizzly bear which slinked back into the shadows to lick its wounds and fight another day. The only thing that didn’t budge was Red, still lying motionless on the ground and captivated by the menacing, yet calming creature in front of her.

With his opponent removed from the equation, the werewolf turned its attention towards the bewildered young woman. He crooked his head to the side and looked into her eyes as she did his. There was a connection between them, whether either one of them realized it or not, something primal, carnal, and beguiling to the complete opposites.

Maybe their meeting was kismet, an anomaly, two star crossed lovers whose hearts beckoned only for each other. Or perhaps, their paths were never meant to cross, a perversion of nature that never should’ve existed. Regardless of how their chance meeting came about, both of them were pulled to one another, such a terrifying and powerful pull that neither could relinquish itself from its grasp.

Chapter Three

Little Red Hood

Angela Black

Paranormal Problems

The longer Red stared into the beast’s eyes, the more time seemed to slow down and invite her to hold the glance longer. Neither had moved in minutes, too caught up in each other that such needs were but an afterthought. It wasn’t love that drew them together. It was a lust.

The werewolf clutched his head in agony and once more screamed out to the heavens. This time, however, his cry was one of pain. His body began to convulse and deform, bones jetting out of his back and cracking into a hundred little pieces.

He was in so much pain that Red found herself freed from his paranormal bonding and stepped forward to offer her comfort. The werewolf wouldn’t have any of her kindness and snarled at her to stay back.

As the sound of bone and cartilage snapping increased, Red had to turn from the scene in horror, the sight just too horrendous to witness any longer.

A few moments later, the screaming had subsided and she once again found herself in the middle of a still forest, not a sound to be made. She turned back towards the half wolf, half man, in shock. Where she expected to see a wounded animal, she saw a man, as naked as the day he was born and shimmering under the pale moon’s glow.

He stood seven feet tall with rippling muscles and shaggy blonde hair. He had the body of an Adonis and the bronzed skin of a man who worked the earth. It took all of Red’s strength to keep from gazing downwards to his nether regions, where a thick slab of manhood hung down to the meat of his thigh.

Her heart fluttered and her face was flush with embarrassment, yet she could hardly look away in fear he’d disappear back into the shadows.

“Who are you?” she asked. There were a thousand questions circling her mind, and in her excitement, managed to squeeze out the most trivial of them all. It matter not who he was, but what he was and how he came to be.

“Garth,” the man said with a snort. His chiseled chest burst outward and back in with each breath. “And you?”

“Redding Hood,” she replied, blushing fervently and shying from his lower half. It wasn’t that she was afraid or nervous, she feared what she might do if he took another step closer. “You’re a man?”

“I’m no man.”

“You look like a man,” she said.
Quite
the man, she thought, but kept that part to herself. Though, a quick glance at her heaving bosom could tell what she was thinking.

“Yet, I’m not.”

“How can you say that?” Red asked. “The beast you were once is a part of you, of that there’s little doubt, but so, too, is the man underneath the fur.”

“Whatever shred of humanity that remained after my transformation,” Garth said solemnly, “has been buried several times over by this point in my life—.”

“Kiss me,” Red found herself blurting out, unable to keep the words restrained any longer. She wanted her grisly savior and she wanted him now.

“What?”

“Don’t talk,” Red said with hushed breath. “Don’t don’t say another word.”

“Please,” he begged, “you know not what you ask.”

She knew exactly what she was asking and pressed on with her demands. She could feel the lust stirring within her, aching to be unleashed and to take everything this bestial man could offer her.

Red was defiant and took a step forward. “Shut up.”

“What?” Garth asked, unable to comprehend what was racing through the young woman’s unchaste mind. “You must reconsider—.”

“Shut up,” she repeated with a hand sliding down her thigh. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Chapter Four

Little Red Hood

Angela Black

Carnal Solutions

Garth tried to resist, fearful he’d hurt the young girl, but he could hardly control himself in her presence.

Where she had been the prey only a few minutes earlier, Red now found herself the aggressor in the war for his affection. She wasn’t sure if it was the panic from the attack or the werewolf’s paranormal aura, but she was swept away by his mystique and craved all that she could handle. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to taste him.

Red grabbed onto Garth’s taught shoulders and forced him against a tree. Still sensing his hesitation, she took the initiative and grabbed him by the back of his neck. With her fingernails dug into his skin, she pressed her lips against his and bit down fiercely on his lower lip.

A smirk began to stretch across the werewolf’s mouth as blood trickled down his chin. He was enjoying this sudden change in her.

Red lifted her thigh and ran it up his waist, pressing her undercarriage against his throbbing loins. She could feel his warmth, inches away from granting her the pleasure she so desperately sought. Red pushed him up against the wall with a sour look upon her face.

“Why haven’t you taken me yet?” she asked.

Garth erupted into a hoarse laughter. “And here I was, thinking you were going to be the one to take me.”

Red grabbed onto his waist and tried with all her might to send him toppling to the ground. She tried and tried, but it was hard for her to believe that even a seven footer could weigh this much.

She tugged a few more times, but when it became clear she’d never budge him an inch, he grabbed hold of Red and hurled the two of them into the night air. They spun round and round, together in the wind as they flew through the air.

They collided to the ground with a raucous, Red straddled atop him with her thighs digging into his erect manhood. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she arched backwards as the pleasure took her into another world—his world—where sinful roots grow the deepest.

They rolled around on the ground together for the rest of the night, bursting with corrupt thoughts of depravity and self-gratification. They beckoned for each other’s touch and called out for the heavens to come and lift them into the heights of gods, if even just one short moment in time.

Their passion lasted all night, until the early hours of morning. Red nestled in closer to her burly protector, safe in his arms and past out from exhaustion. Garth, on the other hand, was preoccupied with the rhythm of her heart beat and the flowing of her hair in the gentle breeze.

Garth lied with her until the sun had crested over the mountains to the east. Morning had risen and with it a safe environment for his beauty to traverse. He cared for the young lady, which is why he’d never willingly enter her life. He didn’t belong with her and he never would. It was a passion not long for this earth.

“You were fantastic,” Red said as she rolled over to look upon her glistening redeemer.

What she found, however, was an open glade where not a single creature bothered her. They wouldn’t dare. She’d been touched by the wolf and was forever branded among his protected. She was safe now. She could return to the world she left behind with a memory to last many lifetimes over.

The End

Now an Excerpt from Cinderella is the Belle of the Ball

Excerpt

Chapter One

Cinderella is the Belle of the Ball

Angela Black

Play the Part

The two women stood in awe of the prince as he made his grand entrance into the ballroom. The whole town had been invited to his palace, seemingly made entirely out of marble and gold. It was a different world than they habituated with, but the sight of Prince Gregory had driven those thoughts from their mind, and they couldn’t help but think of all the naughty things one could do to a man such as that.

From his flowing blonde hair and chiseled cheekbones to his broad shoulders and simmering good looks, the two sisters looked on with the rest of the audience, all eyes fixed on the evening’s host. The prince had invited everyone to celebrate his birthday, an unprecedented occurrence, yet one every single female had gladly taken up—all for the chance of catching the prince’s eye.

“I do believe I’ve never seen a man quite like that before,” Matilda said to her sister.

“He’s mine,” Vivian said with a sharp elbow to her sister’s ribs. “I saw him first.”

The sisters were each highlighted in contrasting colors in hopes of standing apart from the crowd. Matilda had chosen a beautiful canary yellow dress, while her sister went with a deep maroon. Their thinking was that if one of them wasn’t seen by the prince, the other would be. For all their bickering and competiveness, the two sisters stood together in hopes that one of them would find true happiness, and then promptly find the other a suitable replacement for the devilishly handsome prince.

“Oh, the things I would to do that man,” Vivian crooned.

Matilda brought her hand up to her mouth to keep the laughter from seeping out. “Kind of like the filthy things you do with all the other men in town—?”