by Casey Morgan
My body bursts into a proverbial flames. “Uhhh…” I’m so hot and bothered, the December air is doing nothing to cool me down.
“That’s correct, Mrs. Winterborn,” answers Cole. “I hope that means I have permission to continue dating her.” Even without looking at him, I can hear the grin in his voice. It makes my stomach and heart twist with anticipation.
“You most certainly do,” answers my mother as if I’m not standing with his arm around my waist. “As long as you take good care of her.”
“Oh, I will,” he says to her, and I can hear the hungry growl in it. It makes my stomach clench, and my pussy shiver.
“Well, Ava,” mother says, excusing herself back into the dispersing crowd, “I’ll leave you to enjoy whatever after party you have planned. The festivities.” She blows me a kiss. “But I want you and your gorgeously well-mannered Southern boyfriend to stop by my house tomorrow for some dinner.”
Like the good daughter I am, I tell her we’ll be there, and pray that she leaves us alone now. That she leaves us to our own devices. She does, thankfully, and that’s when Cole pulls me with him into the shadows. He pulls me back around the stage, and towards the back door. And then, behind the theater, into a small patch of woods.
In seconds flat, both of us shift and are running like the wind. Wolves run faster than human legs could ever run. As we reach the edge of the woods it grows quiet, the revelers for Christmas distant, and Cole guides me in front of him.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he growls, and my wolf ears understand him, “though probably not in a way your mother would approve of. I found an old cabin in the woods nearby. Follow me there and we will commit ourselves to one another.”
With that, he guides me deeper into the shadows and the snow, and toward the hunger I’ve been dying to satiate and the thirst I’ve been dying to slake.
Epilogue
Cole
Finally, in a quiet and secluded-enough section of this forest, in an abandoned log cabin, that I hope one day to make our own, I see Ava for who she really is. She is a strong, intelligent woman who knows her own mind. She may like to submit to me in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean that I need to control her whole life. I see that now and I respect that.
I take Ava in my arms in front of a roaring fire. I kiss her all over. Around her clothes and underneath them, practically pulling the clothes off her limbs one by one. Her shirt first revealing her red lace bra, followed by her shoes and socks. I’m leaving her jeans and panties on a bit longer.
Ava doesn’t seem to mind, though. She’s too busy sighing and melting in my hands to notice how much of her clothes she still has on or not.
I smile, guiding her down to the wooden floor like I’m guiding her into the final dip of our waltz. “It’s time for our words of commitment,” I explain, arching myself over her so I can look into her icy blue eyes. “Werewolf ceremonies are just a few lines. No need for a big crowd, although we can do that later if you want,” I purr, enjoying Ava’s listless look of excitement and love.
As I speak to her, I undress, watching her blue eyes take in all of my body. I take off my belt, pull down my pants, and slip out of my boxers. I then start to prep her.
“Just repeat these words after me and then I will vow the same to you,” I tell her.
I bend down to kiss her pouty lips, letting her feel how hard my cock is by rubbing it on her thigh.
I pause, taking a moment to position myself in front of her. On top of her. I brush her black curls back from her face and trace a finger around her jawline, taking in all of her features. She is so angelic right now. She looks excited, but also at peace.
“Repeat after me: Cole, I commit myself to you as your mate. You are my alpha. My pack. My leader and my love. We will run together till the winds are silent and night has fallen on our lives,” I say, watching her.
She reaches up and tentatively touches my face. I watch the hunger flash into her eyes as she looks at me like the predator she is. She is ridiculously adorable. She takes off her glasses and tosses them away.
“So, I’ve proven myself worthy of your love and loyalty, hmm?” she whispers. I nod and kiss her. She takes a deep breath and begins the words that will change our lives forever: “Cole, I commit myself to you as your mate. You are my alpha. My pack. My leader and my love. We will run together till the winds are silent and night has fallen on our lives.”
I love how much it makes me shiver. I melt. She positions herself under me, guiding my hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. I can feel her wetness on the tip of my penis. Ava puts her hands gingerly on my shoulders. With not much more than an inch between us, I feel the softness of her folds. My breath catches in anticipation.
“I finally won your little wolf heart, have I?” Saying this, she begins to pet and stroke my rock-hard cock between her legs.
I’m silent for a moment, and then in that silence I feel her beginning to pump me harder. She squeezes my dick with all her might, rubbing her thumbs around the base.
“Yes,” I answer. “And I must admit the truth: I’m hungry for the feeling of you, Ava. I have been for a long time.” I take a breath and look into her eyes and seal my commitment, my life, to her. “Ava, I commit myself to you as your mate. You are my alpha female. My pack. My advisor and my love. We will run together till the winds are silent and night has fallen on our lives.”
Ava pauses her stroking. “I’m an advisor now, am I?”
While I want nothing more than to bury myself to the hilt in her ready pussy, to fuck her like the wild wolf I know she is, I answer. I respect her, and I have no other choice but to listen and answer her commands and questions now.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t listening to you before, Ava,” I say. “I see you now in all your glory. You are an intelligent, wise, passionate wolf and woman. The vows we made are ancient. We can interpret them as we see fit. We are a team now and we can make our decisions together. We will direct our lives together.”
“That sounds perfect,” Ava supplies, smiling.
I hear lust and hunger at the end of it though. I also feel it, as she presses my cock into her creases. I begin to explore her hole. Her pussy is ready and waiting to be stretched and stimulated.
“Let’s make a baby,” I say, unable to keep the pant from my voice.
Ava hums pleasantly. Not just at my voice, but at the little taste of me she has in that moment. The very barest edge of my tip slips into her. Already, even though it’s no more than half an inch, I already love what I feel.
“Who knows,” she says, “we might have already.” Surprised, I push in her a bit further, and I’m dizzy. I start to see stars from how blissfully sweet the sensation is. How delightful it is. “A wolf can tell when she’s pregnant, can’t she, husband?”
I force myself to take a breath in, though I’ve already been deprived of it by her small movements forward, thrusting me deeper within her. The subtle, silky stretching that happens in response, to my dick’s movement is incredible.
“Yes, dear,” I say, hardly aware of my words.
“Then,” she answers. “I’m going to have a baby.”
With that, she thrusts her hips and plunges me completely inside of her, my heart and soul left to soar out of me in a wave of bliss.
“You are wonderful to me,” I sob, as she presses me to her, holds my shoulders as I kneel above her and pounds her pussy. We moan as we join together. Fused. As if one.
Lost to her desire, Ava wraps her arms over my back. I sense her teeth extending. My whole-body tingles in anticipation. Her lips gently brush my neck first. Then there is the slightest hint of pain as her teeth sink into my flesh. The pain mixes with my pleasure and I know her inner wolf is happy.
Ava curls herself around my body. Her hands find my taunt butt, she grabs and holds it pulling me into her pussy more. Her touch is demanding, not tentative. She wraps her strong fingers and palm around my cheeks and squeezes as I pump. I react to her touch,
getting harder as her body wraps around my own. My cock deep in her pussy. Her hands grabbing my ass. Her teeth in my throat. I am totally enveloped by her. My love, my mate.
My cock twitches in her pussy. My stomach tightens at the vibrations spreading along my body. I moan as everything tightens and my seed pools in my balls. With each of my thrusts it works its way up my shaft. I cry my release and spend myself into Ava’s waiting womb.
She lets her orgasm wiggle up through her towards the moon and she screams the pleasure letting her pussy walls pump and grab my cock.
“Worth the wait. Worth the years I waited to find you and regretted not having you all to myself,” I whisper, my stomach still pressed to hers.
Ava leans into me, kissing my shoulders and neck. Wiping her own tears there. “You’ll have nothing but this now,” she says, feeling my spirit rise up to meet her in the webs of moonlight. “You’ll have me, our child and our pack. You will never be alone again.”
I hear church bells chime out midnight. It’s the beginning of the rest of our lives.
“I promise,” she whispers. “Until death do we part.”
Extended Epilogue
Ava
All I want is pleasure; for Cole to imprint his soul on my body and my mind. Which is exactly what happens, night after night between us. After fully awakening to my werewolf self, Cole and I discovered that I was pregnant with our first child. We were truly starting our pack.
We bought the cabin where we preformed our commitment ceremony and made it ours. It needed work: the roof needed patching, the plumbing replaced, holes in the walls plastered, but the work is nothing to my big strong husband. Being married to a werewolf has its advantages. He has enough energy to help me with the theater work all day and then, fix the house in the evenings. It took a few months, but everything is done now, and we have a home we will enjoy for the rest of our lives.
“The Wolf Who Saved Christmas” was a huge success. Sarah and I’s theater company is booming and I’m busy helping her produce my next play; a show about finding love in unexpected places. We think it will be just as much of a hit as our first play and I’m delighted.
But tonight, I have no thoughts of going out or working at the theater. All I want is a room alone with my husband, and my alpha.
The minute the moon rises, I am on my lover with the force of a wolf, but careful of my growing belly. Cole’s amber eyes open with a start at the weight of my body pressing down on his. I kiss his neck and run my nails in soft caresses down his cheeks as I look into his eyes.
“So, you hunger, my mate,” he breathes. His body tightens, aroused at the scent of my desire.
“I will have you again, husband,” I whisper into his ear. “I will feel your length fill all of me.”
My nude body is heavy on him, but he doesn’t feel the weight because of his supernatural strength. I move my hips into his own, dragging my pussy across his dick. His long, thick cock twitches to life, hardening under the friction of my caress. His lips are soft under my kiss.
“Turn over,” he instructs.
Captivated by his dominance, I pull up to my knees, letting him have room to turn underneath me and get behind me. My back conforms to his muscular abs. My butt nestles his ready hard cock. Cum drips off the tip of his shaft, lubricating my folds and my tight puckered asshole. I thrust my hips slowly back and slide his thick rod into me. He stretches and fills my pussy perfectly.
Cole’s cock zips into me with no effort, no barriers to stop him. But then, just as I think he’s going to just stay still in me like this for the whole night, a hunger, an insatiable need blooms in me. It roars up from my groin, and I start pumping back into him. Moving myself over and off of him. I start slowly, but quickly cycle up and through faster and faster speeds. As I do, I know I’m growling, panting. I know I’m digging my fingernails into the bed, the same way he did to me the first time we fucked, but I don’t care.
Instead of pulling back and then thrusting him into me again, I grind against his abs, rolling his hard cock inside me. I swivel my hips, knowing that it will make his cock twist and circle in my pussy. He rolls around in me, triggering rippling sensations similar to the ones currently vibrating through his shaft. Down from my clit, and up through my hips and pelvis, bringing me dangerously quick to a precipice.
But instead of feeling out of control with wild, raging hunger like I did before and after my first time with Cole, I’m feeling oddly in control. Oddly calm and collected, despite savoring him. Looking for any and every opportunity to feel his dick inside me, the slight changes in pressure as it pushes into the walls of my pussy. The slight changes in the temperature and slipperiness inside me.
Even so, I feel settled. Grounded in myself and my body. I sigh under this feeling, as I began to pump back into him again. A little more gently than before, but still with energy. Force, though it’s not frenetic. As I do, I hear Cole moan. Sigh. Feeling him clench behind me he murmurs, “That’s my good girl. My naughty wild wolf. Fuck me like the wolf you are.”
I’m drooling just hearing this. I know exactly what he means. I feel him in the creases between the creases of my pussy. Ridges in my walls, that only Cole’s thicker, more sculpted cock can take advantage of. The depths he can feel, which is exactly what he’s able to do now. He tells me that I feel like ribbed silk or satin, but like nubbed bits of tongue. Almost like silicon, covered in little dots and divots. That’s what my insides feel like to his cock as it churns out and in.
I groan, picking up my pace again. As much as I want to stay slow and easy for a few more minutes, I’m too hungry for him. Too riled up by all that sweet, hard cock filling me, that I just have to have more. Faster and faster, like melted caramel dribbling into my mouth. Just like that, Cole’s sexy and warm cock starts to throb.
Wet, rude smacking sounds follow my increased motion as my pussy takes him, and I give an answering happy howl. “Oooh, Cole,” I scold, “you’ve got a greedy cock, haven’t you? You like to act like you’re in charge and macho, but you’re just hungry for my pussy, huh?”
“Pussy” makes him whimper oddly, and I know it’s because his mind has exploded under the first ripples of his orgasm. Yet more sensation from my inner walls scrubbing him. Rubbing him fast and hard, and all over. I lose myself into this overwhelm of sensation, panting and jerking.
But it’s what Cole does next—starts rocking himself back-and-forth in me, murmuring “yes, dear, I’m your hungry little wolf, feed my cock, please,” all the while getting harder and harder—that causes my orgasm start. My pussy clenches as he fills it with warm, churning liquid. His semen, ready and waiting to fill and coat my pussy to the brim.
I groan loud and low, feeling my head began to spin. My body began to float, but I force myself back further into Cole. I move fast and furiously, feeling my hips and pussy shuddering. Flinching and trembling with impending release, with every little move. Every little shift. Which is only made all the more intense and maddening by Cole continuing to pound me. Slam into me like he is.
“Fuck” I bark, grabbing the sheets. I’ve felt myself come dangerously close to slipping off the bed, losing my traction on my hands and knees before I get to come again. “Fuck,” I say, hooking my fingers into the sheets. I use whatever grip I have to pull myself back onto him and slam my ample ass into his dick. As I do, the hardness of his shaft, every last inch of it, becomes too much. Overwhelming.
Before I can control it, my body stiffens, my clit follow suit, and my pussy begin to pinch together, pumping and gripping Cole’s cock.
“I’m coming,” I whisper to Cole, feeling both guilty and full of pleasure. I tremble, sucking in a breath as I feel the first sweet, bleeding stream of hot liquid burst out of my pussy and onto the sheets. It feels like a volcano, but it quickly cools. Becomes the waves around me, as more and more liquid continues to leave me. Shoot and shiver out. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, gasping and choking under a spasm of vicious, pleasure.
M
y reward and punishment for being such a greedy werewolf.
“Enough sorry,” growls Cole. “It’s all right. Your squirting means that I pleasured you well.” At that point, he thrusts himself forward into me, and comes right after me. I feel it in the way his entire dick tightens, shutters and then releases. Expands into blissful warmth and energy. Liquid and light, infusing my voice and his with softness. Sweetness as we both cry out in final, ultimate satisfaction.
THE END
Bought By The Beasts
Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Love’s Hollow Auctions series Book 3
Copyright © 2019 by Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Olivia
The Candy Apple — a popular diner, the greasy spoon of choice for all of Love’s Hollow’s residence — that’s where Leslie and Tina, my former roommates, agree to meet me for dinner before work. I have to be at The Dimond Club by 7pm, but they were insistent. I guess I’ve been too much in my own head lately and not making time for my friends. For this reason, I chose a seat by the window, hoping I would have a good view of them when they came in. So far, though, I’m not seeing them or their cars and the situation is making me anxious.
I glance at my smart phone, which I’ve laid on the table next to me, next to the menu I’ve already perused several times. 5:25 p.m. I’ve got to be at work in less than two hours. The Diamond Club is very particular about employees arriving on time, and I’m not about to break my perfect record of attendance. Ever since I started there about a year ago, I’ve always been on time.
This is usually why I don’t make time for people — even my friends — out of writing and going to work. Too many chances fried to all to hell, and it forces me to get out of my groove. Irritably, I pick at the worn plastic of the menu. I glanced at my phone again. Still no texts from either of them, figures. Tina must be super busy working with a client or something. And Leslie… Well, she’s between working at The Mad Moon Bar, and managing her new husbands, she probably forgot.