by Red Phoenix
The only bright spot in his life was a young white wolf. Her intelligence and mischievous spirit impressed him. His need to dominate and guide her was overwhelming, but he was forced to step carefully. She was the daughter of the leader, a prized possession of the clan. He knew he had to tread cautiously, hiding his true feelings for her.
He spent every day watching his white wolf, taking heart when she smiled, silently marking her triumphs, and aching when she hurt. It was his duty—nay, his privilege to correct her as an Alpha, and he took pride in the woman she grew into.
He fully expected to be free to seduce her once he became one of the leaders of the clan. No one would deny his rights then, and she would finally come to understand his true feelings.
But tragedy struck and he was thrust into the leadership role before he was ready. Worse, she was given a responsibility that he knew would destroy her. His visions of going to her as a suitor vanished as he took on the role of the ‘hated’ to compel her to fight for her survival and that of the clan.
As much as he had wanted to mate her, he’d never wanted it to be the way it was that first time, not like that…
He’d approached her that terrible/wonderful night as wolf—hot, passionate and in desperate need of her. But her cries of fear and loathing ripped at his heart.
It was her sheer will alone, not her desire for him, that had stilled her movements when he came up behind her. He’d licked her, trying to calm and ready her for their coupling. Her taste would have been exquisite, except for the metal tang of fear he detected.
He whined, afraid of hurting her as he placed his paws on either side of her thin waist and positioned himself to mount her. She struggled again and whimpered under his failed attempts to penetrate her, his lack of experience causing her undue discomfort. He silenced his own fears, concentrating solely on her, and was rewarded when he finally slipped into her warm recesses.
He felt her stiffen beneath him, but nature took its course and he began to thrust. When she cried out in discomfort, he immediately slowed down and began licking her again.
While another Alpha helped to soothe and encourage her with a human voice, he instinctively bit down on the back of her neck. She immediately relaxed underneath him and allowed him deeper access. When the other Alpha turned her head towards him, he let go of her neck to kiss her soft, human lips with his long tongue.
Her tight womanhood contracted around his shaft and she moaned in response to his oral attention, driving him wild with passion.
He controlled his movements when the others moved away, being careful not to hurt her when she struggled against him. By then, the base of his shaft had fully expanded and held her firmly in place. He began licking her skin, trying to communicate his pure adoration of her as his male organ pulsed his wolf seed deep inside her.
The others returned, teasing and pleasing her as he bit her neck a final time. Her young body began to caress his wolfhood with her pleasure. He growled, deep and low, caught up in the intense pleasure of the moment.
Every rejection he’d suffered, every humiliation he’d endured was worth this connection with her.
Someday she would know the man behind the hard exterior he presented to the world, and she would come to love him as deeply as he loved her.
His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages
By Red Phoenix
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(Scottish Dom—A sexy Dom escapes to Scotland in the late 1400s. He encounters a waif who has the potential to free him from his tragic curse)
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“Whit brings ye haur?” she asked, her lips slowly curling into a smile.
She must feel the connection, he thought. This was going to be simpler than he anticipated. “I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Master Ryce Leon.”
“I ken of ye,” she said with a coy glance, sizing him up.
“I’ve been told you make exceptional cloth.”
“Aye.”
“Do you sew as well?”
“That I dae.”
He looked deep into her sparkling green eyes and suggested toyingly, “I am in need of your services.”
She pursed her lips in a seductive manner, but answered, “I cannae help ye.”
Ryce cocked his head. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He paused for a second before turning to leave, quite aware she was staring a hole into his back. He glanced back at her and nodded towards the barn. “I heard from Widow Kegan you have a horse that needs its hooves trimmed.”
“Aye, Bonnie could use a trim.”
“As pardon for disturbing you, may I offer my service?”
She attempted to hide her smile. “I suppose… She’ll kick if yer nae gentle.”
Ryce pulled out the tools from his sack and said smoothly, “No worries, lass, I know my way around a mare.” He added, “You can return to your work. I’ll leave when I’m finished.”
She stared at him for several minutes before stepping back into her home.
Yes, this is going to be easy.
Ryce spoke soothingly to the sorrel mare as he ran his hands over her. “That’s it, girl, I’m only here to help.” The mare’s ears twitched as she followed his voice. It wasn’t long until she willingly lifted her hoof to him so he could begin his work. “The clipping is simply noise, Bonnie. No need to fear it.”
By the time he’d moved to the second hoof, Avril had returned and was standing at the entrance of the barn. Ryce looked up and said in the same tone he used with the mare, “Do not take another step unless you want what I am offering.”
“How do I ken whit yer offerin’?”
He gave her a smirk before returning to the horse. He heard her move towards him, the hay making a rustling sound as her skirt dragged across it. She was apprehensive, he could feel it like a cloud around her.
“Stand to my right, and don’t move,” he ordered calmly.
Avril giggled self-consciously, but did his bidding. Soon she began critiquing his work. “Not like that. Don’t ye see it’s uneven?”
Ryce looked up and stated simply, “Not another word, Avril. Otherwise, I will be forced to spank you.” He continued on with his work, knowing full well what was going to happen next.
“Spank me? Nae! Ah’m nae a bairn!”
Ryce smoothed out the rough edges of the hoof with the file without commenting.
“Don’t ye see it’s still uneven?” Avril blurted.
Ryce didn’t bother looking up, but shook his head in response.
When he finished with the last hoof, he spoke to her. “You are a naughty lass, and now your master must teach you a lesson.” He cleaned off his hands in a bucket of water and sat back down on the stool, motioning to her. “Lie across my knee.”
She looked at him warily, but moved towards him. “Yer nae goin’ to, ar ye?”
He said nothing, waiting patiently for her to submit.
With the timidity of a child, she lay across his muscular thighs.
Her obedience caused a stirring in his loins and he growled lustfully, “That’s good, Avril.” Ryce slowly pulled up her skirt to expose her round little ass.
Avril gasped softly when his hand began to caress her buttocks through the thin material of her undergarment. “Your master must punish your lack of respect, don’t you agree?”
“Aye,” she whispered.
He rubbed his hand against her ass, warming it up for her spanking. He liked to prolong the moment before the first swat. Avril squirmed seductively, obviously enjoying the tease and anticipation.
“No crying out, Avril. You might spook Bonnie.”
“Aye.”
He lifted his hand and let it fall resoundingly on her right cheek. She squealed softly. “Naughty lass.” He lifted his hand again and swatted the left cheek. This time she was quiet. “Much better, Avril.”
As reward he began to spank her repeatedly, causing her to squirm against his hardening cock. He stopped to admire her shapely ass. Ryce
commented as he caressed it tenderly, “Lovely, simply lovely.”
He slipped his finger under the material and touched her moist outer lips. She froze when his fingers grazed her sensitive nodule. “Good lasses get rewarded, Avril.”
Varick: The Reckoning
By Red Phoenix
(Savory Vampire—A dark, sexy vampire story. The hero navigates the dangerous world he has been thrust into with lusty passion and a pure heart)
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“Can you show me those fangs again?”
He pulled her back on top of him and opened his mouth, presenting the fullness of his fangs. Aleshia tentatively touched the tip with her finger. “It’s warm and pulsing,” she said in surprise as she slid her finger over the length of it.
Having his fang caressed was more intimate and stimulating than having his cock sucked. He retracted them, unused to the intense feeling.
“Hey, I was just looking at those!” she complained with a laugh. Her eyes sparkled when she asked, “Can you show me how you do it?”
He looked at her strangely. “What do you mean?”
She held her wrist to his mouth. “Can you suck me so I can watch?”
“I’ve not done that before.”
“But could you?”
“Yes…”
“Please. I want to know what it feels like before… you know.”
He took her small wrist into his large hand. “There is no turning back.”
She nodded. “I know.”
For the first time in his unnatural existence, he felt bashful. Varick kissed her wrist tenderly. Aleshia smiled, trying to stifle an anxious giggle. He could feel the heat of her blood rise to the surface. Her nervousness turned him on.
He pressed his fangs partially into her wrist and began sucking. She gasped, but did not pull away. She tasted like honey. Sweet, sweet honey. The jolt her young blood gave him was like an electrical storm in his mouth. He retracted his fangs reluctantly and looked at her. “Hurt?”
“No. It’s sexy.”
He was relieved to hear it. “Good.”
She held her other wrist up to him. He hesitated for a moment; the taste of her was too addictive. He took her delicate wrist and pierced the skin. She moaned as he sucked her life fluid. When he started to pull away she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
He was sorely tempted, but he kissed her wrist. “No. I want to please you the way you pleased me.”
He rolled her underneath him. Then he pulled at her jeans. When she protested with giggles, he glanced up and smiled. He threw her clothes to the side and disappeared between her legs. She was already wet…
I hope you have enjoyed a little peek into my worlds.
~Red
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