Hallowen Bites

by Alexa Riley

  I’m close to another orgasm, but to even call it an orgasm is a joke. It’s as if my body bursts into stars and goes to outer space, only to fall back down to earth and make me whole again. It’s the single greatest sensation of my life, and I’m approaching another one with both fear and excitement.

  Reaching behind me, I grab onto Dominic’s shoulder and dig in with my nails as his teeth sink into me, and I cum. The explosion is more intense than the first, and I nearly black out from the feeling.

  Something happens when Dominic marks me, and we cum at the same time. Our shared orgasms bind us together, and it’s as if we become one. I feel like he enters my blood and floods me with passion I didn’t know existed.

  When I come down from my peak, I try to find my breath. I let go of Dominic’s shoulder, and he licks my shoulder where he bit it. I smile into the blankets at his sweetness, loving the tender side of his animal.

  Suddenly, Dominic pulls his cock out and flips me over onto my back. Quickly, he pulls me to sit up and brings me to his lap, impaling me once again.

  “I need to see you,” he growls low in his chest. His wolf is close to the surface, and I run my fingers through his hair, trying to reassure him that we are mated, and I’m not going anywhere. I don’t know how or why I know how to do this, but it’s as if instincts are taking over. I’m not questioning something that feels this perfect.

  “Yes, my mate.”

  His eyes glow brighter at my words, and he begins to cum in me again. His cock pumps cum into me as he fucks in and out of my pussy.

  I should be sore from the size of his cock and the rough treatment, but all I feel is euphoria. It’s as if I’m in a cloud of lust and love, and I never want to leave it.

  I dip my finger between us and grab remnants of his cum and bring it to my mouth. I want as much of him inside me as possible, and this is just another way to get it. When I taste our combined flavors, I feel my body heat up, preparing to cum again.

  Dominic lick his lips, leaning in and claiming my mouth with his. Tasting his cum and mine mixed with his warm tongue has me close to the edge. We grip each other close, marking one another as we mate.

  It’s as if Dominic knows how close I am, and he breaks the kiss, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth. I feel his sharp teeth graze me, and my over-sensitized skin responds. He moves to the side of my breast, gently scraping his teeth there, making his intentions clear. He’s going to mark me there too.

  I look down and see his neck exposed, and I know now is my chance. My teeth are aching to mark him, and I want to do it as he marks me.

  I lean down and bite him at the same time he bites the side of my breast. The taste of copper hits my mouth. The sensation of shared marking sends us both over the edge. He thrusts hard one last time and fills my body as I squeeze his cock, my orgasm pulsing through my pussy.

  Dominic starts to lick the side of my breast where he marked me, so I lick his neck the same way. I tenderly care for the tiny wound, not wanting my mate to feel any pain.

  He looks up at me with his glowing silver eyes, and I melt at the love there. I see that what he feels for me goes beyond anything I could have imagined. I run my fingers across his hairy chest and then through his hair, petting him and showing him my own love.

  Slowly, he lowers me to the blankets while staying inside me. He thrusts hard into me, and my legs go around his waist, locking behind him. A passion like this isn’t soft and sweet, it’s rough and fiery and all-consuming.

  I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow, but right now under the full moon, I want all that he can give me before his body surrenders.

  Chapter Ten

  Dominic

  “I thought you said the heat would pass already,” Ruby’s sweet breathy voice moans into my ear as I thrust inside her, her legs wrapped around my waist driving me on, the headboard hitting the wall. It’s a miracle it hasn't broken by now.

  “It has passed. This is just your mate wanting you.” At my words she bites into my shoulder once again, the pleasure sending me over the edge, my release taking her with me as her pussy clamps down on my rock-hard cock.

  Even after multiple attempts, it doesn't seem to want to go down. Not that I blame him with Ruby so close. Not wanting to pull myself from her, I roll us so she’s on top of me, my cock still deep inside her.

  Her body drapes over mine as she continues to take little bites at my chest, making more cum stream from my cock into her. Seems my little mate wants to make sure I’m nice and marked. She may not know what she’s doing, but I love that her possessive side is coming out and that she wants me all marked up for everyone to see. She could cover my entire body with her marks if she wanted, and I’d love every minute of it.

  “If the heat has passed, does that mean shifter sex is always like this? So intense?” I feel her tense at her own question, reminding me how much she doesn't know. But we have the rest of our lives for all that, and I want to ease the thoughts I know she has going through her head.

  “Sweets, I’ve only ever been with you.” Her head pops up, a soft growl rumbling from her chest, my shifter traits showing in her from our mating.

  Her cheeks pinken at the sound of her own growl. “How is that—this—possible?”

  Sitting up, I take her with me so she’s in my lap, straddling me. I let my cock slip free, knowing that if I keep it in her we won’t get much talking done.

  “As you’ve gathered, I’m a wolf shifter.” I don't know why I hold my breath after the words leave my mouth. This is something she knows by now, has known from the moment she entered the cabin.

  “Am I…” Her words hang in the air. I’m not sure if she’s scared of what I’ve changed her into.

  “Only a little. You aren’t fully shifter. Our pups will be, but you won’t do a full shift.” I run one of my hands over her stomach absentmindedly, thinking about the pups that will grow there.

  She tongues her teeth, looking for the canines that slide out when we make love.

  “Your teeth will grow, you’ll get claws, you’ll be faster, stronger, and you’ll heal quicker. It’s nature's way of making sure you can protect you cubs if need be, that you can handle them. Are you mad I didn't tell you all this before we—”

  She cuts me off, pressing her warm plump lips to mine, her sugar sweetness filling my mouth.

  “I think I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you sitting in that bakery, all grumpy. Something about you…it was like a part of me knew you were mine,” she says, pulling away from the kiss.

  “I know I’ve loved you since I took my first breath on this earth. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, and I will love you even after this world takes me.”

  Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, making my wolf growl in response, unhappy at the sight.

  “You’re my mate, my everything; I’ll spend my whole life making you happy. I love you, sweets.”

  “I love you too. Even when you drove me crazy.” She gives me a playful smack on my chest.

  “Trust me, it was hard to keep away from you, love. The most bittersweet three weeks of my life.”

  “And now?”

  “Now you’re all mine.” I flip her over, caging her beneath me, my wolf pushing forward, making my eyes turn black.

  “Why, what big eyes you have,” she teases, a smile playing at her lips.

  “All the better to see my beautiful mate with,” I tease back as I roam them over her perfect body laid out beneath me as I slowly slide down her form.

  “Why, what big teeth you have.” Her words are breathy with desire.

  “All the better to eat you with.” Grabbing her thighs, I pull her wide, exposing her pussy, showing her how well I could eat her.

  Epilogue

  Ruby

  Three months later…

  “I’m as big as a house!” I lie in bed with my feet propped up on pillows as Dominic rubs my swollen toes.

  “You look more beautiful every day, sweets.” He�
��s giving me that sexy smile of his, and all I want to do is spread my legs and press that smile against my pussy.

  He inhales deeply, closing his eyes. “Careful, my mate. You’re due any day now, and we have to be easy. This is your first time carrying our pups, and I want to make sure you stay healthy.”

  “I wish you would have told me that pregnancy only lasts ninety days for shifters.” I rub my huge tummy, feeling our babies move. We were able to find out we were having triplets, boys, and while I almost passed out from shock, Dominic howled with delight. He hasn’t stopped smiling since that day, telling everyone we know, everyone we’ve ever met. He said it’s really rare for a human female to breed that many pups at once, so he thinks he mated me extra hard. That has to be the only explanation.

  “Sometimes it can take longer, depending on the breed of shifter.” He kisses each one of my chubby toes, and I giggle at the sensation. He’s always spoiling me, and I can’t seem to get enough.

  Since the mating moon, life has been a fairy tale. I still own the bakery and manage to work a few days a week. That is when Dominic lets me. Gwen has been amazing, taking over most of the day-to-day operations while I just do the business stuff. She hired on two young local girls to help, and business has been crazy good.

  “Once the boys are born, I’m going to convert the office space next to the bakery into a daycare. Maybe something that the local women can use if they want to go get a coffee and a treat and have a break. I know I’ll want to be able to check on them constantly on the days I need to work.”

  Dominic starts kissing up my legs, and I moan at the feeling. “I’ll be with you and the pups even more than I am now.”

  I giggle at his statement. “You’re always at arm’s reach as it is.”

  Once he reaches the inside of my thighs, he bites me a little, and my body responds instantly. I don’t know what I’d do without him by my side constantly. He’s always with me wherever we go, his wolf craving my body, and my body craving every inch of him.

  “Do you want me further away from you?” He whispers the words against my panties, licking the already damp fabric.

  “Never, my love.”

  I hear his wolf growl low in his chest, his need for me rising. I feel his teeth graze my panty-covered lower lips, and it sends a chill of desire through me.

  “Maybe I can be gentle and give you what we both need.”

  I nod and let my legs fall wider apart. I’m so pregnant that it’s pretty much all I can do—just lie here and take what he gives me. But my mate is the most perfect male that has ever lived, and he makes me feel sexier as each day passes. His passion only fuels our love, and I can’t imagine my life without him.

  When I feel him pull my panties to the side and his warm tongue connect with my center, I close my eyes and give myself over to the pleasure. Dominic owns me—body, heart, mind, and soul. I’d be crazy to fight this kind of love.

  * * *

  THE END!

  Taking What’s Wicked

  WARNING!

  Taking What’s Wicked is part of our Forced Submission Series… so if you you haven’t read it before BE WARNED!

  The theme of this book is dubious consent and forced submission. While this can be sweet candy for some, it can be triggering for others.

  In the Forced Submission Series there’s always a little twist at the end… so if you can make it to the very last page you’ll find out why we love them so much.

  If you feel like this is still something you want to read… turn the page, but please take the warning seriously!

  Taking What’s Wicked

  On Halloween you’re supposed to dress up and have some naughty fun, but Sabrina’s costume has invited more wickedness than she expected. The guy at the bar seemed so nice, until he got her out in the alley behind the bar and his friend joins in. That’s when she knew there was no escape.

  Dante and Porter have been watching the little witch at the bar all night. They’ve decided to make her their toy for the evening, but she has no idea. They’ve been waiting for this moment, and now’s their chance.

  This Halloween ménage is packed with filthy goodness and dark desire. Hold on to your broomsticks, and enjoy the ride!

  Chapter One

  Dante

  The thump of loud music beats across Wicked. The hole in the wall bar is packed for Halloween—a holiday when women like to wear as little as possible, tempting and teasing men. None of them catch my eye even as they grind against each other on the dance floor, wanting as much male attention as they can get. No, my eye is still on the little tempting witch at the bar and has been since she strolled in. She sat her sweet ass in that bar stool, and I couldn’t look away from her if my life depended on it. She’s pulling me to her like she has cast some spell on me, but I’m being patient. If we want this to go exactly right, we’ve got to take our time. We’ve been here for a long time, waiting for just the right moment, and this is it.

  I shoot back the rest of my Jack, not taking my eyes off her, worried that someone might get to her before I do. She’s ours, and I won’t let anyone steal her from us. Maybe she’s really a witch, because that’s what it’s starting to feel like. It’s like I’m under a spell, and I can’t control my dark urges. Thing is, she hasn’t seemed to notice either of us, unlike most of the other women in here.

  She keeps giving her soft smile and little laughs to the bartender as she sips some green-colored drink in a fancy cup. I’m surprised a place like this serves something like that. Normally in a dump like this, all you can get is a beer or some whiskey. Maybe she’s using some of that magic on the bartender too, because she seems to get whatever she wants from him.

  The thought has me on my feet, pressing through the sea of bodies on the dance floor. One woman tries to grab me by the arm to pull me to her, but I just keep moving, breaking her hold. The smell of her cheap perfume wafts over me as I push on.

  When I finally make it to the little witch, I can’t stop myself from discreetly leaning into her and smelling her hair. The smell of cinnamon fills my lungs. Fuck, I’m going to love smelling that all night as I pound into her cunt. When we’re done with her, the only thing I’ll be able to smell on her is cum. She’ll never be able to wash the smell of it away from her skin.

  Sliding onto the stool next to her, I let my body brush up against hers, drawing her attention. Her dark chocolate-brown eyes meet mine, and a blush hits her cheeks. I don’t know why she’s embarrassed. Dressed like she is, she’s obviously begging for some attention. Though I don’t think she had in mind the kind of attention we’re going to give her. Too late, little witch. You’re already ours. There is no going back now.

  I look into her dark eyes, and something passes between us. She has an innocence about her, and the animal inside me wants to eat it alive. I want to hold her down and ruin her body so she’ll never know a moment in her life when I wasn’t a part of her. A primal need to dominate her crawls up my spine, and I intend to act on it. Whether she likes it or not.

  “Can I get you another?” the bartender asks, breaking the spell. Once again, she had me bewitched, and I got lost in her eyes. I have the urge to reach over the bar and punch him right in the fucking throat for even talking to her.

  “She’s good,” I answer for her. I give the bartender a look that has him holding his hands up and walking away. I’m not a small guy, and it usually only takes a glance to get people to move. When I shoot a look at someone they act fast, and lucky for the bartender, he got my message loud and clear. Mine. Back the fuck off or else.

  “Excuse me?” The little witch swirls in her stool to face me and places one hand on her wide hip, drawing my eyes there. It’s the very thing about her that got my attention to begin with. She has a curvy body, and she likes to show it off if the witch’s costume is any indication. Her top and bottom are full, exaggerating her narrow waist. She doesn’t seem shy about wearing the slutty outfit. In fact, she’s cocky in what she’s got on. Noth
ing is sexier than a woman who’s confident, even more so when she’s not afraid to show it.

  She’s wearing a short, skin-tight dress that shows off every curve of her body. Running up her legs are black stockings. An inch or so of garter belt shows on her thigh, the rest of the fabric disappearing under her dress. It makes me want to know what kind of underwear it’s connected to. Her tits look like they’re dying to escape the top of her dress, her cleavage overflowing and jiggling slightly as she moves. One good tug and I could free them for her, taste her fat nipples, drag my teeth across them. I could leave red marks from my beard behind. I plan on being rough with them to show her what happens when you hang them out like a slut.

  The only thing that makes her costume look like a witch’s outfit is the hat. Everything else is just a slutty dress on a girl looking for a good time. The blush that hit her cheeks didn’t seem so slutty, but her dress is saying something else. Her dress tells me she’s horny and needs some dick. But her innocent blush is saying she’s a good girl looking for a bad boy for the night. I’m more than willing to give her all she can handle and more. I’ll give her all ten inches of me, deep into her warm cunt. Whether she lets me or not, it’ll be mine.

  I openly roam my eyes over her body, not even trying to hide it. If she wants to dress like a whore, I’m going to look my fill and let her know I like what I see. When I finally pull my eyes back to hers, she looks even shyer.

  I reach over to the bar, pushing her half-full glass away from her. “I want you to remember everything I’m going to do to you tonight. I won't have it hazy because you drank too much. I want you to know every detail of me fucking you.”