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

by Liv Brywood

  With eyes as wide as a full moon, she studied the burning candle. “What are you going to do with that?”

  “Have you ever had hot wax dripped on your body?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Well then, you’re in for a treat.” He tipped the candle toward his hand to test the temperature. The wax stung for a second but didn’t burn. It was perfect. Sure, he liked his games, but he wasn’t a brute. He didn’t torture his conquests.

  She drew back as he approached. “No. Oh my God, it’s going to burn me.”

  He held his hand up to her. “It didn’t burn me.”

  She inspected it but fear still marred her gorgeous features. A button nose perched above her soft, sensual mouth. Her face was as round and full as the rest of her voluptuous body. He couldn’t decide which feature he liked more: her large, gravity-defying breasts or her plump hips. Once he had her on her knees, wet and waiting, he’d take her roughly from behind. She had plenty to hold onto.

  He angled the candle toward her right thigh. The wax hung at the rim of the candle for a second before spilling over the edge. A single drop of hot wax landed with a splatter on her skin.

  She yelped.

  “Did it hurt?” he asked.

  A puzzled look crossed her face. “No. It was… hot. But it didn’t burn.”

  “I told you, I won’t hurt you.”

  She bit the edge of her alluring bottom lip. “Why do you do this?”

  “Boredom. I like to make sex a little more interesting.”

  “No, I mean, why do you demand a woman for the dark half of the year?”

  He hesitated. He’d never confess the true reason for his arrangement with the witches. Although he was deep underground, he felt the passing of the long winter nights in his bones. A sense of loneliness crept in day by day until he couldn’t take another second of being alone. Yes, he was surrounded by other werewolves, but it wasn’t the same as having a living, breathing woman in his arms.

  He replied, “Because I can.”

  “That’s a shitty reason,” she snapped.

  He arched a brow. Fiery. He liked that. He tilted the candle toward her thigh and dripped a bit more wax onto it. She hissed a breath but didn’t cry out.

  The next drop fell on her belly. He watched as her eyes darkened with lust. Something about the fear of pain unlocked the most mysterious part of a woman. How far was she willing to go? How far could he take her into his depraved world of sexual experimentation?

  Light illuminated another drop of wax as it landed on her heaving breasts. She panted. Her gaze bounced between the candle and his cock.

  A direct hit on her nipple pulled a cry of passion from her mouth. She shivered and thrust her hips toward him.

  “Please take me,” she whimpered.

  A drop of pre-cum glistened on his cock. “Soon, my sweet.”

  As much as he enjoyed toying with her, the image of her on her hands and knees, spread wide and waiting, flashed through his mind. He dribbled a matching pool of wax across her other breast. Perfect.

  He blew the candle out, careful to keep the smoke from blowing into her eyes. After setting it on a table, he reached for the ties at her hands. She eagerly wiggled toward him.

  When he unlaced the first bond, she flung her free arm around his neck. She tried to drag him closer to kiss him, but he had other business to attend to. She’d get all the kisses she could take in a moment.

  He freed her second hand which clawed at his shoulder in an attempt to draw him against her. But he pulled away to untie her legs. She slid down the wood into his arms like a ragdoll.

  As he walked her to the bed, his lips pressed against hers. Her mouth opened to his forceful kisses. He love the thrill of her nipples against his chest. Her hands went wild, exploring, testing, and caressing every inch of his body.

  When he reached the bed, he tossed her onto it. She landed softly against the fluffy blankets. If nothing else, he lived a life of relative luxury. He could demand anything he wanted from humans. Yes, he was trapped forever in the underworld, but he’d made it his domain. He ruled it without mercy which was a double-edged sword. His savagery kept women out of his bed. If he could be a different kind of man, maybe he wouldn’t have to demand a sacrifice, but he wasn’t. He’d accepted his fate long ago.

  On the bed, the witch beckoned with a single finger. “Come to me.”

  He crawled across the bed and across her body, reveling in her heat. Pressed together, he left no inch unexplored with his hands. He encircled her hips and drew her against his hardness but he didn’t enter her. Not yet.

  She moaned and tilted her head back to expose her delicate neck. He nuzzled the tender flesh. It had been so long. Six months without a woman. He held back a flood of emotions. Now wasn’t the time to wallow in loneliness. He wasn’t alone anymore.

  He parted her thighs with his knees and settled against her. She twisted and angled her pussy as if trying to get him inside, but he waited. If nothing else, he was a patient man.

  She propped up on her elbows and snarled. “Why are you waiting?”

  He pushed a lock of raven-colored hair from her face. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You, dammit. I want you. Don’t tease me.” The desperation in her voice forced a surge of blood into his already engorged cock.

  He positioned the head of his cock against her small lips. He waited a heartbeat before thrusting hard.

  ***

  She screamed. His enormous cock plunged into her tight pussy, forcing her virgin walls apart. He stabbed deep into the untouched part of her that begged to be filled. Her whole body quaked as he drew back. The second thrust was slower, gentler, but it didn’t stop her from crying out.

  Ribbons of pleasure wrapped around her hips. He claimed her in a deliciously sexy embrace. One hand rested on the curve of her ass while the other held her lower back. She arched, spreading her thighs, welcoming him to go deeper.

  He groaned. She flushed with delight. She’d given the Wolf God pleasure even though she had no idea what she was doing.

  His thick, bulbous cock reached a place inside her that sent her into a shattering orgasm. Flashes of light bounced against the stone walls. Energy whooshed out from her core to envelop her in an ecstatic trance.

  The rocking, rolling, push and pull of his hips kept the orgasm going. It built to breathless heights before she exploded again. A garbled cry fell from her lips. He didn’t stop. He took her again and again.

  Slick and dripping with need, she arched to meet him. His teeth captured her nipple. He nipped at her before licking the swollen peaks. Lost in a river of sensation, she was drowning, but she didn’t care. Let him kill her with his lust. Let him drive her to the very depths of the underworld and back. She’d given up on surrendering so long ago that she couldn’t even remember why she’d resisted.

  His cock grew impossibly thicker, longer. It swelled inside her until he couldn’t pull completely out. She’d heard of this happening with other witches, knotting. The thrill of being possessed by him so completely sent her over the edge.

  Her legs clutched his hips and wrapped around his waist. He panted and grunted, driving into her. Whatever pretense of control he’d tried to convey had vanished. Sheer rapture held his mouth in a silent “O”.

  His gaze dropped to lock with hers. “God, I need you.”

  Her heart swelled at the vulnerable look in his eyes. He’d revealed a crack in his façade. Maybe he wasn’t the heartless overlord she’d been warned to fear.

  Sweat trickled down her forehead. Her thighs ached and she couldn’t catch her breath. A thick manifestation of sexual energy coiled in her pussy. It built into a swirling vortex of unimaginable strength.

  She gasped. “I need…”

  He must have felt her frantic trembling because he pushed into her again and again. He pounded her ravaged pussy with feral thrusts.

  Suddenly, her entire body stiffened. An inhuman scream resounded throug
hout the room. Her pussy rippled and clenched his cock with greedy urgency.

  Above her, he growled. His powerful forearms quaked as his cock jerked inside her pussy. A stream of white-hot cum spilled into her, filling her with warmth. He shivered as his cock twitched inside her. After one last groan, he collapsed onto her.

  She tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him. His cock, still wedged tightly inside her. His breath came in short gasps.

  She traced his lips with her fingers. She tried to think of something to say, but words failed her. Instead, she simply snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

  Hours later she woke with a start. The Wolf God held her in a tight embrace. His face just inches from hers, his eyes studying her.

  “What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

  “Just watching you sleep.”

  “Because that’s not creepy.”

  He frowned. “Am I creepy?”

  She tilted her head. “Strange, but not creepy. Although you did scare the shit out of me tying me up like that.”

  He flushed. “I was afraid you might run before I had a chance to seduce you.”

  “Does that happen a lot?”

  “Sometimes.” A hint of sadness crept into his voice.

  A wave of compassion filled her heart. “Maybe you should change your approach. I doubt many women want to be taken within hours of arriving here. If you go slowly, you’re more likely to win their affection.”

  He caressed the curve of her breast. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

  She kissed him softly. “Apology accepted.”

  He opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Are you still afraid?”

  She smiled. “No. In fact, I can’t wait to see what else you can do with that tongue. And, I don’t intend to get out of this bed for the next six months.”

  He groaned and buried his face against her neck. “I promise I’ll make you happy. But there is one thing. I never asked your name.”

  She smiled as she stroked his back. “Call me Persephone.”

  ***The End***

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  Enthralled by the Alpha

  As night fell over Yellowstone National Park casting the forest in an orange glow, Sasha raced through a snow-dusted cluster of lodgepole pine trees. Garrison, Alpha of the Madison Wolf Pack, tore through the trees a few yards behind her. After outrunning him for two miles, her pride swelled in time with her racing heart. She couldn’t wait to tease the hell out of the big, bad alpha.

  “You’re not going to let a girl beat you, are you?” she called in a taunting tone.

  “Never.”

  She laughed as she leapt over an icy log and ran along the bank of the Madison River. As the serpentine blue ribbon snaked through the valley, its water rumbled across rocks. An owl hooted in the distance. Her breath blasted into the cool October air.

  When she realized Garrison wasn’t behind her anymore, she stopped and turned. A huge grey wolf leapt through the trees to pounce on her. They rolled to the edge of the river together. He pinned her against the snow-covered shore with his huge paws. She recognized the twinkle in Garrison’s luminescent golden eyes.

  Sasha huffed. “You cheated.”

  His tongue darted out to lick the side of her face.

  She batted him away. “Seriously, you’re going to make us late for the Samhain celebration.”

  Behind her, a full moon crested over the mountain. Grey clouds hung in the distance bringing with them the threat of rain.

  “We have to hurry. Can I have a ride?” she asked.

  He grinned and lowered his body to the ground so she could climb onto his back. She laced her fingers into his thick fur and leaned forward. He took off at a predictable sprint. The little brat always made holding onto him a challenge. Not that he wanted to throw her off, but for as long as they’d known each other, he’d teased her in every way imaginable.

  As he trotted along the river, she wrapped her legs around him. His strong, muscular frame sent shivers of delight along the insides of her thighs. They were just friends, but in the last few months, she’d caught him looking at her more than a few times. At nineteen years old, she hadn’t done more than kiss a guy. But every time she rode Garrison in his wolf form, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to ride him in his human form.

  She grinned at the naughty thought then sighed. As much as she wanted to tell him how she felt, she couldn’t risk hurting their friendship. The population in the Yellowstone area was small enough that she didn’t have many options for friends, let alone boyfriends.

  Her other friends came from the same coven. Some lived in West Yellowstone, but others lived on the opposite side of the park in Cody. They loved to chatter about guys and frequently asked who she was dating, but she’d change the subject. She liked to think her lack of a love life wasn’t anyone’s business, but really, she was ashamed. What man would want a woman with huge hips and a big ass? That’s probably why Garrison kept her in the friend-zone. Oh well, at least they could spend time together without any expectations.

  Sasha tried to ignore the heaviness in her chest. They were only a few miles from the west entrance to the park and she couldn’t start crying now. Her friend Kendra would be waiting to pick them up to take them to the celebration site. She didn’t want to have to explain a tear-streaked face.

  Moonlight shimmered across the water. A thin veil of fog rose up from the inky flow. How odd, fog usually only formed in the morning and burnt off well before noon. Stranger things had happened in the area, so she wasn’t too concerned about it.

  Garrison slowed his pace as the milky mist thickened. Visibility dropped with each step. Strange energy rippled across the snow. She frowned. Why would someone be using earth magic out here? Why would anyone be casting a spell right now? All of the witches in the area, even the most reclusive hags, would be at the ceremony.

  She turned to look behind her but couldn’t make out a trail of paw prints. Even the moon disappeared into the murky night. She took a calming breath. No need to panic. It’s not like they were lost. They’d just follow the river until it reached the west entrance.

  As the minutes ticked by, a ripple of unease washed down her back like frigid rain. This year the High Priestess, Morgana, had chosen a space on the banks of Hebgen Lake. Kendra would kill them if they were late. She’d be able to use the fog as an excuse to a certain extent. But they’d already been running late. They’d lost track of time chasing each other through the woods.

  The sounds of the night faded. The crunch of Garrison’s paws in the snow did nothing to calm her nerves. She couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, but they should have made it to their destination by now.

  Garrison stopped. He lay on the ground indicating that she should slide off of him. As she stood waiting, Garrison backed up a few feet. In a twisting, cracking display of transformation, he returned to his human form.

  “Have you ever seen anything like this?” The usual confident tone in his voice faltered.

  “Never.”

  “We should have reached town by now.”

  “I know.”

  “We couldn’t be lost. The river’s right there.”

  She turned toward the rippling water. “Something feels off.”

  “You don’t think we could have—”

  “Slipped between the worlds?”

  He nodded. “It’s Samhain.”

  A footfall in the mist drew her attention. Four figures emerged as if born of the fog. Men with huge, gossamer wings in iridescent shades of green and blue surrounded them. She swayed. Dear Goddess, the Fae.

  Their skin bore ancient magical markings of dark blue ink. Their black hair hung wild against their pale skin. They moved without touching the
ground. Their wings flapped slowly behind them.

  The tallest of the dark fairies spoke in a silvery tone. “You’ve trespassed into the realm of the Fae. Why?”

  Although she wanted to cower, Sasha stood with her shoulders back and chin up. “I’m Sasha Williams, Priestess of Brigid, Goddess of Childbirth and Healing. It seems we accidentally passed into your world. If you’d kindly part the veil, we’d be more than happy to be on our way.”

  The fairy’s dark laughter sent prickles of fear skittering in her belly. “I think the king will be pleased that we found you. Seize them.”

  Garrison took a step toward the magical creatures as if to fight them, but in a flap of lightning fast wings, two Fae tackled him to the ground.

  She stepped back. Her hand flew to cover her heart. “We mean no harm. We’ll gladly—”

  “Silence.”

  She swallowed. The Fae pulled Garrison up off the ground. As they beat their powerful wings, they rose several feet into the air. The more Garrison kicked, the higher they flew until he stopped. If they dropped him from that height, he’d die.

  She screamed, “Stop. Take us to see the king.”

  The leader narrowed his ebony eyes. “I would kill you right now, but I know the king requires the services of a witch.”

  “How did you—”

  “We see through the veil into the land of mortals.”

  He turned his back on her. The other fairy clutched her arm and drew her into the fog. She glanced at Garrison. Rage flashed across the alpha’s face. Why didn’t he shift? Even if they were trapped in the Fae’s kingdom, they would eventually find a way to escape.

  As they traveled deeper into the mist, droplets of water clung to the ends of her hair. She wiped a hand across her face. The vapor clung to every inch of her skin. The air grew thick with magical auroras. Ribbons of violet and indigo light banded together before fading into new configurations. The effect would have been beautiful in any other circumstance, but at the moment, they were ominous portents of their meeting with the king.