8 Panty-Melting Werewolves & BBW Witches Collection (Pagan Holidays)

by Liv Brywood

  8 Panty-Melting Werewolves and BBW Witches

  A Short Story Holiday Paranormal Romance Collection

  Liv Brywood

  Description

  A collection of eight scorching-hot paranormal romance short stories filled with panty-melting werewolves and the BBW witches they love. This paranormal romance collection includes: Werewolf Shifter Romance, Ménage Romance, and more!

  The stories included in the collection:

  1. Claimed by the Wolf Kings

  2. Midsummer Night’s Alpha

  3. Bewitching the Alpha

  4. Fall of the Alpha

  5. Enthralled by the Alpha

  6. Midwinter Night’s Alpha

  7. Tempting the Alphas

  8. Rise of the Alpha

  Excerpt from Claimed by the Wolf Kings

  Kane stood behind her. His rock hard body brushed against her as he poured water down her back. “You have the hips and body of a Goddess. Women should be round and soft. And you… you’re absolutely what we’re looking for.”

  Raff closed the distance between them and brushed a feather-light kiss across her mouth. She moaned as Kane used one finger to draw a line from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. She pressed her breasts against Raff’s chest. Behind her, Kane moved closer.

  Sandwiched between the men, she lost track of whose hands caressed her hips and whose lips burned a trail of kisses across the hollow of her throat.

  Lost in an orgy of sensation, she closed her eyes and fell into their arms. She recognized Raff’s lips as they captured hers again. She returned the passionate kiss with fervor. As her lips parted to welcome his tongue, Kane slid his hand across the lowest part of her belly. She tensed.

  Kane whispered. “Relax. Let us worship you.”

  8 Panty-Melting Werewolves and BBW Witches

  A Short Story Holiday Paranormal Romance Collection

  Liv Brywood

  8 Panty-Melting Werewolves and BBW Witches

  A Short Story Holiday Paranormal Romance Collection

  Copyright© 2015 Liv Brywood

  Amazon Edition

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Claimed by the Wolf Kings

  Midsummer Night’s Alpha

  Bewitching the Alpha

  Fall of the Alpha

  Enthralled by the Alpha

  Midwinter Night’s Alpha

  Tempting the Alphas

  Rise of the Alpha

  A Note from Liv

  Claimed by the Wolf Kings

  Moonlight streamed through the forest to illuminate the meadow where Kendra stood quivering amongst the other virgins. Every witch from the Yellowstone coven chanted the ancient call to the werewolves. The vibration of sound created an invisible orb of energy which surrounded the gathering.

  In the center of the circle, high priestess Morgana sung an invocation to the Great Mother. “Goddess Bridget, keeper of the flame, of the fertile earth, we call upon you to bless this gathering of women. We call you from our hearts that you may help us turn the wheel of the year as we celebrate Beltane.”

  The women chanted. “Step to the center sisters.”

  Twelve women, including Kendra, advanced toward the middle of the group. Although Kendra had been trained in every aspect of the ritual, she couldn’t stop a ripple of anxiety from shimmying through her belly.

  Tonight’s ceremony would ensure the fertility of the land and animals. It was one of the most important rituals of the year and she didn’t want to be the one to mess it up. She had a one in twelve chance of being chosen by the twin wolf kings. With any luck, she’d be headed home to the small town of West Yellowstone within the hour.

  Static electricity crackled in the air as Morgana turned toward the tree line. Kendra spotted the twins as they padded out of the forest in their wolf form. She sucked in a breath.

  The wolf on the left shook his cinnamon-colored coat and lifted his head. He stared at her with mesmerizing gold-speckled hazel eyes.

  The other wolf’s jet-black fur blended into the night, but his bright blue eyes shimmered with sensual intent. Even in wolf form, she sensed their virility and power.

  Morgana approached the taller of the two wolves. “Kane, welcome to the circle.”

  The cinnamon-colored wolf sauntered into the group, his gaze landed on Kendra. She flushed under Kane’s scrutiny and wished she could have worn a cloak. Unfortunately, Morgana had insisted that the ritual be performed sky clad, without clothes. Kendra moved to cover her breasts, but a sharp look from the other wolf stopped her.

  “Raff, it’s good to see you again.” As Morgana embraced the black wolf, he shifted into his human form.

  Kendra hadn’t ever seen them in person, but the rumors about their ultra-masculine bodies didn’t do them justice. Completely naked, the man sported muscles worthy of a king. Thick black hair hung in waves around his face. As he moved away from Morgana, the muscles in his thighs flexed and pulsed with vitality. His abs rippled into a perfect six-pack.

  Kendra’s mouth went dry. She’d seen nude men before at other rituals, but she’d never been allowed to attend Beltane. The rite was reserved for initiates of the mysteries of the Goddess. She’d celebrated her eighteenth birthday during the last full moon. She’d remained untouched, as was their tradition, until tonight. And she hoped to remain that way. She didn’t know if she could ever make love to someone she didn’t know.

  Morgana held her hands up to bless the initiates. “May the wolf kings choose a bountiful mate and may the fertility rite be consummated by sunrise.”

  As Kane shifted to his human form, Kendra eased herself behind another virgin. Rebecca, one of the other initiates sashayed in front of the other women. She jiggled her hips and ran her hands along her torso.

  “I’m more than willing to join you in the fertility rite. I’m well prepared and will makes sure you have a great time.” Rebecca winked salaciously.

  Kane barely spared her a glance as he moved past her. He stopped to gaze into the hopeful faces of the other young initiates. When he showed particular interest in Heather, Kendra relaxed slightly.

  She probably had nothing to worry about. Besides, who was she kidding? Compared to someone as lithe as Heather, Kendra didn’t stand a chance. Her hips were too big, her thighs were too soft. Yes, she possessed the longest, most luxurious auburn hair. But the other wolves hadn’t given her a second look during the Spring Equinox ritual, so why would that change now?

  A hush settled over the group. She glanced up to find everyone staring at her. Heather glared as Kane passed her on the way to stand in front of Kendra.

  When Raff joined him, Kendra’s knees wobbled. Two of the hottest men she’d ever encountered gave her a wolfish grin.

  When Kane spoke, his gravelly voice boomed through the crowd. “What’s your name?”

  “Kendra,” she stammered.

  Kane turned to Raff. “If you’re in agreement. I choose her as our mate.”

  Her jaw dropped. He couldn’t be serious.

  Raff smiled
, revealing a dimple on his right cheek. “I agree.”

  Kane took her trembling hand in his. “Will you join with us as the May Queen?”

  For a moment, Kendra couldn’t breathe.

  They’d chosen her.

  They wanted her.

  This was a huge honor and although she’d been prepared just as thoroughly as the other virgins, she never expected to be chosen.

  “Well?” Kane arched a brow and gently squeezed her hand. White-hot desire coursed through her body. A pool of liquid heat formed in her center.

  “I.. um.” She glanced at Morgana who beamed with pride. The high priestess had said that an initiate could refuse the wolves without fear of reprisal. But as Kane and Raff smiled at her, a spark of desire set her body on fire.

  “I accept,” she murmured.

  Kane grinned. “Well then, let’s begin the celebration.”

  Several wolves carried three flower and ribbon covered chairs into the center of the circle. The rest of the wolf pack filtered into the group and mingled with the other witches.

  Kane and Raff flanked her as Morgana led them to the chairs. After taking a seat between the twins, an elder priestess handed her a chalice filled with mead. “May you never thirst.”

  Kendra sipped the sweet drink and welcomed the soothing effect of the alcohol. She passed the cup to Kane. “May you never thirst.”

  After he drank from the cup, he handed it back to her. She turned to Raff and repeated the ritual. Raff licked the rim of the chalice. As his large, flat tongue swirled along the edge, she swallowed. Soon, that incredibly sexy tongue would be pressed against her. It would open the delicate folds of her pussy and—

  Raff leaned over to whisper in her ear. “I can’t wait to get you to the cave.”

  A flutter tickled her chest. Under her breath she said, “I hope I can represent the Goddess as well as I’m supposed to.”

  Kane lay his hand on her thigh. “You’ll be fine. We’ve done this before.”

  “You’re in good hands,” Raff finished.

  She sat back in the chair as another initiate approached. The young woman carried a crown of green ribbons and blue larkspur flowers.

  The wolves and witches joined in song. “We welcome the May Queen and bless her bountiful belly. We welcome the Goddess and bless her bountiful heart.”

  As they repeated the song, their voices rose higher to create a cone of energy around them. Another initiate presented a basket filled with fruit and wild berries. “May you never hunger.”

  Kane took the offering from her. “Thank you.”

  He plucked a huckleberry from the top and held it to Kendra’s lips. “May you never hunger.”

  She tried to take the berry from him without drooling all over his hand. No one had ever fed her before, and she never imagined she’d be in this position.

  She chewed the fruit, releasing its tart sweetness. “So tasty.”

  “My turn.” Raff grinned.

  She chuckled and pressed a berry between his lips. To her surprise, he nibbled the tips of her fingers. The erotic shock sizzled straight to her pussy. The heady combination of mead and pheromones intoxicated her to the point of giddiness.

  She washed down another berry with a second cup of mead. Raff and Kane stroked the soft flesh inside her thighs. A warm buzz flowed throughout her body. The audience faded into the background as she focused on the tingling sensation of their hands on her skin. She held back a moan. If it was going to feel this good, she wanted to go to the cave immediately.

  As if sensing her heightened desire, the wolf kings stood simultaneously. Kane said, “It is time to bless the May Queen.”

  The wolf kings helped her rise from the throne. She swayed. What had they put in the mead to make her this tipsy?

  The men guided her through the gathering past witches and werewolves. Women reached out to caress her belly and breasts. They spoke blessings and invoked the Goddess into her body. The more the crowd blessed and chanted, the more she glided across the grass. A weightlessness filled her body as she reached the edge of the circle.

  Morgana guarded the entrance to the path to the cave with a ceremonial knife. “It is better that you should rush upon this blade than walk this path with fear in your heart. How do you enter?”

  “In perfect love and perfect trust,” Kendra replied in unison with the wolf kings.

  Morgana spoke in a loud, clear voice. “Then may you be blessed with the fruitfulness of your union and may the fields and animals benefit from your pleasure.”

  As soon as Morgana stepped to the side, Raff and Kane led Kendra into the woods. They traversed a long, moonlit trail toward the cave.

  At the base of the mountain, a hot spring bubbled into a pool of warm water. Kane tested the temperature with his toe. “Perfect.”

  She followed him into the water. It enveloped her body in a warmth that matched the heat building between her thighs. Her nipples hardened as Raff wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. The thick length of his cock brushed her thigh.

  He bent down until his lips were inches from hers. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  Her eyes went wide. She blurted, “But there were so many other women to choose from, why me?”

  Kane stood behind her, his cock brushed against her butt. He poured water down her back. “You have the hips and butt of a Goddess. Women should be round and soft. And you… you’re absolutely what we’re looking for.”

  Raff closed the distance between them and brushed a feather-light kiss across her mouth. She moaned as Kane used one finger to draw a line from the nape of her neck to the crease of her butt. She pressed her breasts against Raff’s chest. Behind her, Kane moved closer.

  Sandwiched between the men, she lost track of whose hands caressed her hips and whose lips burned a trail of kisses across the hollow of her throat.

  Lost in an orgy of sensation, she closed her eyes and fell into their arms. She recognized Raff’s lips as they captured hers again. She returned the passionate kiss with fervor. As her lips parted to welcome his tongue, Kane slid his hand across the lowest part of her belly. She tensed.

  Kane whispered. “Relax. Let us worship you.”

  ***

  Kane held the trembling virgin in his arms. He wanted to take away all her fears but knew that she’d be nervous about making love for the first time. Fortunately, he knew exactly how to inflame her body to the point of total abandon. By the time he slid into her, she’d be begging for release.

  Warm water circled his thighs and rippled against his cock. He smiled, as if he needed more heat at this point. No, he had exactly what he wanted and couldn’t wait to get her to the cave. But first, he intended to touch every inch of her voluptuous body.

  He squatted until only his eyes peeked over the water. Her strong calves quivered at his touch. He knew in time she’d relax, but a massage would help speed up that process. Not that he was in a hurry. They had all night and by sunrise, he intended to claim her over and over until he couldn’t wring another ounce of pleasure from her body.

  She mewed as he kneaded the taut muscles along her thighs. He couldn’t see what his twin was up to, but he didn’t care. The first time they’d shared a woman, it had been awkward. But through practice, they’d evolved a dance of seduction so complete, that no woman could resist them.

  His hands glided across her outer thighs on their quest to the delicate folds of her pussy. He couldn’t wait to see her spread out and ready. A bacchanal buffet of sweet juices just waiting to be eaten.

  As his fingers glided across the top of her sex, she gasped. He slowed his caresses, circling ever closer to her pussy. She stumbled in the water, but Raff caught her and held her steady. He always had a keen sense of when a woman went weak-kneed.

  Kane waited until he was sure she wouldn’t fall before skimming the soft mound above her pussy. Her belly clenched and released. As she panted, the sound mingled with the sounds of the for
est. An owl hooted. Small animals skittered through the grasses along the banks of the river.

  An unusually warm blast of water bubbled up all around them. Kane took it as a signal to leave. He’d swam in the hot springs his entire life and knew when it was safe and when it wasn’t. He stood and waited until Raff broke away from a tongue-laced kiss.

  Kane said, “Are you ready to go?”

  Kendra groaned. “But it was just getting good.”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “That wasn’t even a taste of what we have planned for you.”

  She bit the edge of her kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Lead the way.”

  Raff flanked her as they traveled the winding path up the mountain. They passed a group of mountain goats who skittered away as they approached. The wolf inside him begged to be released to hunt, but now wasn’t the time. He could hunt any night, but tonight he had a duty to his pack, and the witches they shared the forest with, to consummate a sacred, symbolic marriage.

  Half way to the cave, Kendra stopped. Transfixed by something in the valley below, she stood, unmoving.

  “What is it?” Kane asked.

  “It’s so beautiful at night. We never come up here out of respect to the pack.”

  Raff said, “I like to come here and watch the sunrise. Maybe we’ll do that in the morning.”

  “Aren’t we supposed to return to the meadow as soon as the ceremony is complete?” she asked.

  Kane responded. “We can do anything you like. You’re the May Queen and tonight, even your High Priestess must answer to you.”

  “Morgana never mentioned that.”

  Raff snorted. “I’m not surprised. Although she’s supposed to be in a position of service, much like we are, she treats her position like royalty.”

  “But in a way, isn’t she royalty?” she asked.

  “Not according to your coven’s tradition. But every once in a while, a power-hungry woman becomes high priestess. Don’t get me wrong, Morgana’s not a bad woman, but she likes to hold her position over others,” Kane said.