Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (39 page)

My chest rises and falls in time with the tugs of Remy’s terrifying jaws on my shirt. He’s torn it almost all the way down to where the tail has come out of my shorts now, and I want nothing more than for him to rip it all the way off and tug me around, maybe even bite me, and then ram that monstrous cock that’s rubbing on my leg inside me.

I want the others too. I want the other three, too. Right now. Right...

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Leroux says.

My head snaps around in the direction of his voice and I immediately smell the same thing I sensed from Remy before he went insane with lust. The green, living smell that he normally had was turning very quickly into that same red, burning, dry, ashen aroma. It’s a smell of drive, of desire, of insanity.

“I can’t...I...what’s...happen...ing?”  His voice inside my head turns to a growl that echoes off the cave’s walls and suddenly he’s on me, snarling and clashing with Remy. Their teeth flash orange in the light of the fire that’s still burning, just barely, off to the left of where I lay. I shriek and cover my face when Remy slaps at Leroux and grabs a mouthful of the hair on the throat of the bigger, older wolf.

“Remy! Leroux! Settle yourselves!” Logan’s voice, booming in my thoughts, and in theirs, makes them stop for just a moment. They look first at him and then at me as though they can’t figure out what’s happening. “It’s her! Sebastien, he warned us about this.”

He skulks around the edge of the shadow, barely visible. He doesn’t want to come nearer, but at the same time, he
needs
to come. I smell his fear turn to anger, and then his anger turn to the same impossible, burning lust that fills the other two. Logan fights himself. I feel the tension inside, the war that rages between what he knows is the best idea – to stay well away – and what his nature demands of him.

Almost physically, he’s dragging himself closer, to where the other two are still not moving. They just watch him, and me, and each other. The only sounds I can hear are hot breathing, the fire smoldering, Logan’s claws scratching at the floor as he fights himself. And that dripping water somewhere far back in the cave, I can still hear the water somehow.

The weird, green-tinged vision that let me see in the dark has not returned, but my ability to smell emotions never left. Neither did, evidently, my new super hearing.

Logan lets out a whimper. His nature, the one that’s trying to force him into the mix with the other two, is winning. Sense is leaving him. Reason and logic that tell him to stay away, to use caution, those things are gone now. The next time he speaks, his voice is replaced with hurried, incomprehensible words that make no sense.

One instant, his claws are still scratching along the ground. The next, he’s in a full run, and crashing into the others. The three of them clash – a tornado of teeth, fur, claws and pure, burning lust – for a few seconds before they remember to whom they
should
be paying attention.

Me.

They are five, possibly seven feet from me when the first howl starts. Leroux splits the night with a baleful sound that fills my ears and drowns out everything else. Remy is second, and finally, Logan, the last holdout against his feral nature, joins his fellows. Somewhere, very far away, I hear a fourth.
Sebastien? Is that you?

Before I can open my eyes, my shirt is torn away between two sets of teeth. It splits right down the middle, the little bit that was left, and they rip it in either direction, throw it off somewhere and then rend away one side of my bra, letting the other simply fall to the side.

In the chill of the cave, the sweet, prickling ache of my nipples heightens almost to a crescendo, and I take a breath of the wet air and of the three monsters fighting over me. Rage and lust and power and chaos are all I can sense.

Teeth flash and scrape my flesh, some of them dragging along my belly, and one set nipping at my bare breasts. Thrills shoot up my spine as I twist myself, scratching my skin against the gravel and the dirt and the sticks and whatever else is underneath me. One wolf paws my belly, scratching a hot streak of pleasure down my chest, all the way to my waist.

Opening my mouth, I expect a scream to come out, but instead it’s just a long, soft, “mmmm...” and a little giggle when I feel the monsters grab the legs of my shorts and start to pull. I reach down and try to unbutton them, but the beasts have them pulled so tight that nothing budges. A tongue slaps a hot streak across my tits, and curls around my nib, making me fall back against the floor, unable to do anything except groan and wait for whatever comes next.

I hear snapping between my feet, like the wolves – Remy and Logan when I briefly open my eyes – are again fighting for position. Finally they settle with one on the left leg of my shorts and the other tugging at the top. A paw pushes against my stomach, pinching and grinding, as feet scrabble against the floor and two monstrous wolves yank and yank and yank at my pants until they begin to tear.

Teeth, sharp and long, scrape the flesh at the top of my legs. Wherever they go, a wake of goose bumps follows, spilling all the way from my knee to up between my legs where juice beads up on my lips and soaks into the tiny triangle of fabric between myself and the wolves.

Another explosion of jealous rage tears the beasts away from my body and puts them back at each other’s throats for a few seconds before Logan looks back and me and can’t help but ignore the fight in favor of my helpless, prone body that lies out, ready and waiting for him to ravish. He turns and the others immediately follow.

At the same time, two tongues lap up the sides of my slightly bared pussy. I try not to make any noise, because anything that happens seems to distract my three monstrous lovers. I breathe deep, slow and hot, for just a moment before I can’t help but let out an expectant moan when Remy’s tongue slides up my belly to my navel, trails around to my side and then winds its way up to my aching nipple.

The young red-black wolf pushes his paws up underneath my tits, against my ribcage. Tingles of delicious warmth snake up my breasts and both of my nipples pebble up at once, by turns warmed when he slides his tongue around and over them, and then cooling when the cave air and his breath caress.

Two noses and two tongues move up and down against my slit, both attempting to get underneath my tight panties. I can smell and I can taste my sex-slick wetness as each drop slips out of me and dries on the fabric, making a little cool spot that’s quickly licked. They can taste me too, I know, and seem to want nothing more than to get at me, to rip in and have their fill of without that last shred of clothing in the way. I arch my back and try to get a hand underneath myself to pull it, if not off, at least to a side, but Remy, who moves up my body, his big cock between my tits, licks my throat and then grabs it threateningly between his teeth. I relax.

As soon as I return to a lying position, he slides his teeth off my neck with a click and nibbles behind my ear. What he does allow me to do is to push my breasts together, sandwiching his big, thick prick between them as I pinch my nipples between my fingers. He thrusts his hips once and lets out a wild sound as his full length slides through the canal I give him. His balls drag along my belly and I notice that they feel a bit less hairy than they did a moment before.

“Ummm...nnnnggg...” I moan as tongues slip around me, as Remy pushes against my body and nips at my throat. “I can’t believe...this is happening.”

“You feel so good.” Remy whispers in my ear. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“You can talk,” I say without opening my eyes. “What happened to all that rage?”

I feel him stop moving and arch my back to get him going again. The heat from his balls and his shaft are still heavy against my body, but something is different. I let my eyes open halfway, and see what I imagined to be true – he is less a wolf and more a man. He’s not fully in either world, but stuck between them. His body, muscular and covered in red-black hair, is obviously human, but his features remain wolf-like, drawn and fierce.

“Remy?” I say, breathless. “You’re...changing.”

“I’m what?” His voice is cracked, like it hurts him to speak, like he hasn’t used it in a long, long time.

I put my hand on his chest when he releases my shoulders, the thrusts of his hips slowing to a timed pulse between my rubbed-raw tits. He stops moving completely and puts his hand over mine. The other two stop their movement, exchange a confused whine and take a step back.

Remy touches his face, and then me.

“It’s true.” He says with a choke in his voice. “The whole thing is true.”

“What is?”

He draw his lips back around his teeth, runs his tongue along the pearly, still-sharp incisors.

“You...can change us.”

When next I look to Leroux and Logan, they are in the same strange transition as Remy. Standing erect, bodies covered in bestial hair. Their eyes are wild, and the huge muscles up and town their torsos flex and release with each breath they take.

Suddenly, everything floods back through my mind. The dream – the four men, the howling, and the forest – becomes real.
Me, it was me in the dream they were standing over me
. And now, here I am.

As I think and let my thoughts swirl around for a moment, I lose track of what the half-wolves are doing, but a sound snaps my attention back. They all look just like they did in the fantasy. Massive, muscular, and wild, I can barely contain myself when I look. One thing doesn’t change, though. My nose twitches, and I smell that nothing has changed inside the men, not really, only their shape.

A hand locks around my ankle. Something halfway between claws and fingernails latches around me and I let out a surprised shriek as I’m dragged along the floor, and my feet leave the ground.

“You won’t get away from us! No one will take you away!” One of them – Leroux, I think – shrieks in the same sort of painful voice as had Remy a moment ago. As he drags his fingernails up my calf to the back of my knee, he lets out a booming, terrible roar that sounds partway between agony and ecstasy.

Breath hitches in my throat. My lungs begin to burn, and again I feel the rage of the three wolves, but instead of being barely contained, it bursts forth in horrible, vicious torrents.

Leroux roughly grabs my ankles and pulls me in one direction, along the floor, while Remy and Logan, hunched and feral but still curiously beautiful, latch on to a wrist each. A hand drags along my belly, over my naked tits and then I hit the ground, my tailbone cracking against the floor. The ashen, dry smell of the wolves’ desire has turned thick, sultry and sticky. Outside the cave, another howl, a closer one, pierces the night.
Sebastien’s coming
.

“We have to keep her from him!” Logan yells, surprised at the sound. “We have to keep her for ourselves! He’ll take her away!”

“D – don’t care.” Remy says. His voice is a jumble of sounds, high and low. “Don’t care, he won’t get her. We’ll keep her. We just have to take her first. You know the rules, prophecy, rules.” He sounds like he’s arguing with himself. “Rules!” He shouts. “They’re rules!”

Leroux, his chest heaving with each breath, looks back and forth between the others. He turns his eyes to me.

“Take her,” he says. “Take her here. Now. Before Sebastien returns. He won’t have much to say then, will he?”

“You right about that,
mon ami
.” A terrible smile creeps across Remy’s face and he bares his teeth again.

Something about the drawling way he speaks, the very tenuous grasp on sanity he – and the rest of the half-wolves – seem to have makes me realize that while this whole thing has been strange for quite some time, the danger is only increasing. They’re walking a very fine line, and I know that if they dip just a little too far to one side or the other, there won’t be any way for me to stop them.

I groan as my pussy touches the muscle-covered leg and leaves a slick streak where I go. I purr, barely able to control myself, almost crying out with every little movement, every stroke up and down takes my breath.

As I grind up and down him like a little girl learning how good touching herself feels for the first time, I happen to open my eyes at just the exact right moment to see both Leroux and Logan finally slink out of the shadows with their half-lupine forms and approach. Leroux with his shock of white hair falling across his beautiful, golden eyes snatches one of my hands from where it rests on Remy’s chest.

“Your...your smell,” he moans. “There’s something about you, I just can’t...”

I open my mouth to respond, but before any words can come, a hand closes tight around my throat, and a wolf-man drags a pair of canine teeth dangerously close to my jugular. Thrills crawl up my back leaving a web of fingerling excitements all the way up the back of my head and I reach out with my free hand, groping for an arm, a chest, anything to grab and squeeze.

Fingernail claws scratch the insides of my thighs; Leroux grins and tugs on the little string holding my panties into place. I try to push my hips off the ground so he can pull it away, but he’s too hungry for pulling things aside. My whole body jerks toward him, then up off the floor, then toward him again as he tugs on the fabric, and then I collapse to the stone with a crash when the cotton finally rips.

“The smell,” he groans, “you smell so sweet.”

His tongue running up my legs touches my lips and then dives between them, running a track up my slit and then back down. Remy, his chest beginning to flush red to go along with his hair, crushes my aching tits together, runs his thumbs in circles over my pebbled-up nipples, and strokes his cock back and forth between them. He pulls back until his tip is barely visible in the cavern he’s holding, and then rams forward so far that I feel his hot, heavy balls against my belly.

When I stick out my tongue, I can almost touch his tip. And I try – oh my God do I try – in this moment, nothing in the world makes me more excited than to taste him, to flick my tongue out and snatch the little pearlescent drop that forms, and taste him sliding down my throat.