Taming the Beast: Eleven Paranormal Romances

by Alyse Zaftig

  "I don' really know what to say. You're the only person that knows. I…have to keep it from people."

  Her hand easily glided up my forearm, nails slowly dragging up, and my cock started to throb from the skin contact. How did she not know the effect she had on me?

  Ella nodded, looking up at me with a certain sadness. "People fear what they don't understand. I've learned that a time or two."

  The thinnest trail of rage circled around back from the dragon's inner thoughts. Neither of us liked the idea of anyone doing Ella wrong. People may be close-minded, but if they so much as looked at her the wrong way, the dragon was ready to make them rue the day their own maw spat them out. Simmer down back there, ya bastard. You're no’ helping any.

  "I know this probably sounds crazy, but I can't stop thinking about the other night with you. When I'm awake, I keep thinking about your hair," she began, reaching up to wrap a stray curl of mine around her finger. "When I'm asleep, I'm thinking about how it felt when you kissed me. And how I'd give anything to feel that again."

  The dragon roared, fire sparking in the back of its throat, the kind of effect only Ella's sexy sultry voice could've caused. It was getting harder to keep it under control…

  Ella moaning my name. Ella’s lips wrapped around my cock. My hand wrapped tightly in her hair as I rode her, hard. So many things came to mind that I could barely sort through the mess of them all.

  I could be respectful and take things slow with her. There was no reason not to be a perfect gentleman to her. She more than deserved it. But I wasn’t the only one in possession of my body at the moment, and truth be told, Ella’s smart mouth on mine sounded a hell of a lot better than any of the alternatives.

  "Fuck it all," I groaned, and sweeping Ella up in my arms in one quick motion, my lips found hers and molded against them, her breath hitching as she wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed on for dear life.

  Chapter 6

  Everywhere Bram's hands went there was a blazing hot trail of skin left behind, him leaning forward to kiss my heated flesh. "Sorry, sorry," he mumbled against me, his lips soothing.

  Maybe I should’ve been more worried about just how red my skin was in spots, but I didn't care, not when it meant I would have him the way I wanted him—that is, all of him from head to toe.

  The intensity that he stared at me with felt like he was seeing through to my soul, as woo-woo and cliché as it sounds. The kind of inferno burning behind his molten silver eyes reminded me of liquid metal. I was burning from the inside out and I was enjoying every last second of it.

  Never before had anyone made me feel this way—like I was a normal girl caught up in the heat of the moment. And what a heat it was…I always thought that maybe the kind of sex people always talked about didn't really exist, or they just felt the need to embellish on it, but now I got it. Now I understood.

  "You taste like the best kind o' mead," he whispered along my collarbone as he lightly bit down, pushing away my v-neck sweater to reveal my cleavage. I silently said a little prayer for my favorite push-up bra, and tilted my neck to give him better access to it. I found myself wanting him to leave his mark on me—to show everyone else that I belonged to Bram. To a dragon, of all things. Part of it was excitement in the moment, but a bigger part of it was something deeper, something more meaningful. Something I didn't dare think about while Bram pushed me up against the stone interior wall, my back scraping along the rough and bumpy surface.

  "That's a good thing, right?" I finally asked, breathlessly.

  Without missing a beat, Bram cupped my cheek while pinning me in place between his solid body and the wall, a crooked smile among the stubble on his face. "Oh, it's a verra good thing."

  I closed my eyes, tiny pinpricks of blazing fire behind them, and I gasped as Bram managed to rip my sweater right down the front, the tattered maroon pieces falling pitifully to the floor. It was my favorite sweater. And I did not give one single damn.

  He squeezed my breasts under the bra, his breath hot and heavy across my chest. "God, Ella, what are you doing to me?"

  He was one to talk! I pulled back to look him square in the eyes, a silly panic rose up in me. "Wait. How old are you?"

  This got a good hearty laugh from Bram. "I dunno if you want me to answer that."

  I quickly nodded my head. "Yes, yes I do. And what happened to your family? And how did you manage to get such a beautiful house anyway?"

  I was most definitely self-sabotaging what was going to amount to the best night of my life, and despite all of that, Bram paused and cocked his head to the side, setting me down.

  His hands were at my hips, his fingertips tapping along the sensitive flesh at the hem of my jeans. He leaned in, his mouth up against my ear. "I'm one hundred and fourteen, give or take. My family died when I was a child. I made a ridiculous amount of money from the precious stone trade. Mainly because I can create diamonds." His nibbled lightly at my ear as he unhooked my bra clasp in the front. "Any more questions?"

  It was a lot to digest, but I would save that for another time. My chest heaved as he slid the straps down one by one, exposing my breasts. I felt like the royal queen, the way his eyes revered my body. I felt treasured. Slowly, I shook my head.

  The coy smile faded from Bram's mouth, and he wet his lips as he picked me up once again, this time, placing me on the long dining table. My breath caught in my throat as he lined his mouth up with my nipple, slowly flicking his tongue against the taut bud, sucking it into his mouth with a soft pop. My head lolled on my shoulders, my thighs squeezing together the wetter and wetter I got.

  He worked my other nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinching it lightly and rolling it around, before taking it into his mouth, switching back and forth between them. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe, to delight in the fact that I could enjoy this for what it was worth finally. But I refused to slow down…all I wanted was more, more, more.

  Bram’s mouth lingered across my breasts over and over until he started heading south. His pointed tongue trailed down the plane of my stomach, dipping into my navel, the scruff of his stubble tickling me. I giggled until I realized he was only moving lower and lower…

  Bram wasted no time in undoing the button and zipper of my jeans, pulling them off of me as he had me lean back on my elbows. He firmly grasped my hips and brought my ass to the very edge of the table for all the world to see.

  "Never before have I met a lass like you, Ella. The things I…the things I want to do…" he let his voice trail off and I caught him sniffing the air. I swore a blush crept through his cheeks.

  Still wearing only my thong, I gasped loudly as I felt his fingers at the apex of my thighs, gently stroking the sensitive skin there. He was so close…so, so close.

  Something rough and wet grazed against my inner thigh, and it took me a moment to realize it was Bram's tongue, feeling much different than it did inside my mouth. He slowly licked the very crease of my legs, his tongue dangerously dancing along my swollen pussy lips, teasing me.

  I whimpered the closer he got, until Bram took hold of the top of my thong and pulled it up, the tiny triangle of fabric soaked as it clung to my slit. With my legs pushed far apart, Bram softly stroked at the puffy bare skin of my pussy, just lightly enough to send me squirming like crazy.

  "Hold still, lass," he commanded, and I did as I was told, not wanting to disappoint him.

  I did it to the best of my abilities, my eyes rolling up in my head as Bram lapped at the skin with his sandpapery yet wet tongue. Oh God, oh God. What's that going to feel like…? I was dying to know.

  He pushed the useless piece of fabric to the side and held his face right there, looking up at me with a mischievous grin.

  "Please," I begged him, reaching down to try and push his face closer. "Oh God, I can't take it!"

  First I felt Bram's large finger slip inside of me, stroking at my g-spot, before adding another thick finger, slowly pumping them in and out of my achi
ng wet hole.

  "Yes," I hissed, amazed at how good it felt already when he was just using his fingers.

  He paused with his fingers knuckle-deep, to look at me one more time, when he darted his tongue out at my swollen little clit, showing it the love it desperately needed. My hips bucked against his face, and his tongue replaced his fingers as they went to work on rubbing and tugging at my clit. I felt like a coil about to spring, my muscles tightening with each moan that came from the back of my throat.

  "Delicious," he said, his mouth on my entire mound now, sucking away at my throbbing clit as he started finger-fucking me again.

  "Oh God, fuck yes. Yes, right there, baby," I cried out, my walls tightening around his capable fingers.

  Stroking right inside my soft entrance, he circled his tongue around my clit, the roughness of it so much more than I could bare. I could feel him smiling against me. "That's right, lass. Come for me. Let me taste your honey…"

  He was such a good tease, pulling the little hood of flesh back, exposing me. His merciless tongue slid up and down my wet slit, and as he slid his fingers out slowly, Bram paused for a moment.

  No! No, I needed it! “Please, mmm. Please,” I begged, my hips rotating, trying to get him to touch me. With his fingers holding me in place, exposed and vulnerable, Bram lightly pinched my clit and I threw my head back. He did it again, rolling my clit between his fingers before placing his lips around it and sucking at it gently, his fingers coaxing my sensitive hole open, stretching it and plunging back in.

  I couldn’t stand it any longer, my thighs began to shake and every nerve in my body was on fire. Everything in me vibrated and shot bolts of pleasure straight through my belly to my pussy. Pinpricks of light exploded behind my lids and as Bram picked up the pace, I quickly fell apart in his hands, screeching as orgasm after orgasm rocked through me. I didn't think it would ever end, and if it did, I didn't want it to.

  No one had ever done these things to me, made me feel so helpless but powerful at the same time.

  Bram grabbed me by the hips, his hands sliding up the length of my thighs while he pushed them together. He looked down at me, those molten steel eyes burning right through me, a sly smile quirking in the corner of his mouth. I hadn’t seen him move yet I could feel his thick length rubbing against my folds. I needed him to plunge in, to give me what I’ve always wanted. But first I wanted a turn. “Can I…I’d like to taste you, too.”

  Something flashed in his eyes and I gasped, my curiosity getting the better of me as his once round pupils suddenly condensed into thin slits, not unlike a cat’s. He looked like a predator hunting. “Yes,” he hissed, rolling his hips against me, his warm and rigid cock bumping between my waiting thighs. “But first I fuck the shite outta you.” He let out a low growl and I knew that was the end of the conversation.

  Nothing could prepare me for the way his cock drove into my heat, straight up to the hilt. I shrieked, unable to control myself, my hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as he thrust his enormous, wide cock into me. I knew I’d have bruises for sure with how hard he was holding me down, fucking me so rough…but I couldn’t bring myself to care. This was right, this was what I’d been waiting for my whole life. A real connection where I was accepted…and fucked very well and very fast.

  Bram growled again, tilting my body to the left, hitting even deeper inside of me. I licked my lips and the next thing I knew, Bram had picked me up and flipped me over. “On your knees,” he commanded.

  I did as I was told and got a good hard slap on my pale backside, Bram’s fingers slipping in between my thighs, smearing my juices all over my mound. I felt his thumb brush over my clit as he plunged deeper into my pussy from behind. Hands splayed out on the table in front of me, I rocked my hips against him and met him thrust for thrust, but he was so strong, so relentless that he nearly fucked me clear across the table.

  His balls slapped against my swollen folds, only making me even wetter. With both of his hands, Bram grabbed my hips and held me firmly in place, fucking me so fast that it felt like I was attached to one of those crazy sexy machines—I guess I kind of was.

  His hand tangled in my hair, wrapping it around in his fist, yanking my head back.

  MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. ELLA. ELLA. ELLA.

  Growls exploded inside my head, startling me and I gasped, the lust in those words building up until I trembled, my pussy quaking. I had no idea what was happening until Bram let out an honest to God roar, the chandelier above us rattling. His cock rammed into me one more time and he held me firmly in place around him, releasing his load—each spurt making me cry out.

  But he didn’t stop there, no, he wasn’t finished with me yet. Picking me up, he backed away from the table, wrapping my thighs around him until he slipped me back down over him, my walls tightly holding him in place inside me.

  My entire body was sweating but I wanted more too, so I rolled my hips against him while he bounced me up and down on his thick rod. I was so full of him—his dick stretching me to my limits, keeping me wet as hell. I knew in my head that regular people didn’t fuck like this. Human bodies got tired quickly, and human males needed time to recover and get hard again.

  But not Bram. Not my dragon, with his rough tongue, his huge hands, and his dick that wouldn’t quit.

  He managed to throw my legs over his shoulders and I screamed from pleasure, laughing and crying all at once as he maneuvered me like a goddamn pretzel. I was so lost in my own head, my hands grabbing for purchase, but he had a good hold on me. Bending his head closer to me, he sat us down in a chair.

  Bram’s teeth grazed my earlobe as he pushed my legs back down so that I was straddling him. He dipped his head down, lightly flicking his pointed tongue against my nipple. Moving up a few inches until his mouth ghosted over my left shoulder, he met my gaze, his eyes changing back from normal pupils to reptilian slits right before he bit down, hard.

  The burn from the bite quickly turned from pain to pure pleasure. I convulsed in his lap, being overtaken by the effect it had.

  MINE. YES. MINE. MATE.

  More words vibrated not only through my head but the rest of my body as well. Nothing like this has ever happened…what is this?

  Bram slammed me back down and held me as he unleashed his seed again, the hot ropes filling my pussy completely.

  My shoulder ached as my breathing calmed and our chest heaved together in sync. When I looked at him again, his silvery eyes were back to normal…or as normal as they could be. His cheeks weren’t flushed like mine. In fact, he looked as though he’d been reading a book and not wilding fucking me like he had been. It figures.

  I knew I must’ve looked like ten shades of fucked, with sweat dripping down between my breasts and down the back of my neck. It was so hot between us that I was sure something was going to catch fire.

  Gently lifting me off of him, Bram brought me to his chest, kissing my swollen pink lips softly, coaxing my mouth open. I could taste myself on his tongue and easily giving in, I slid my tongue along his.

  Here I was, still wet and ready to go again, and Bram pulled back with a roguish grin on his face.

  His teeth—slightly sharper than a normal human’s—shined under the late afternoon light flooding in from all sides. A naughty part of me was thrilled over the idea of someone catching us in action.

  “That was amazing,” he said, pushing a strand of my dark hair away from my face.

  I melted against him, laying my head on his wide, freckled shoulder. “Mm-hmm.”

  He teasingly nudged me. “That’s it? Where’s all the mouthiness? All the blathering on?”

  I shrugged, blissfully content. “I guess I’m just speechless.” It was the truth. There was such a peaceful quiet settling over my mind that I couldn’t be bothered. Except… “I do have one question, though. I heard you…or maybe it was the other side of you…when you came.”

  “You heard me? I’m no’ following you…”

  “Yeah. You s
aid mine, Ella, and I think maybe mate? But it was in my head, like reverse telepathy or something. How did you do that?” I asked, lifting my head up. The mark on my shoulder caught my eye and I was happy to see it was much less noticeable than it felt.

  Bram shook his head. “I dunno. Maybe it’s a shifter thing? I don’t really know much about the…mating process.”

  “Mating process?” I slowly repeated. “That’s just one of those weird, old timey ways of referring to sex, right?”

  He bent his arm at an angle, reaching behind to rub the back of his neck. “Ah, somethin’ like that.”

  I shifted so that I was looking right at him. “Are you saying that you were trying to get me…” I began, my eyes narrowing, “knocked up?”

  Bram let out a sigh and took my chin in his hand. “I wasnae tryin’ to, no. But the dragon inside me, well, he was pretty keen on the idea.”

  Maybe it was just the post-coital contentment I was feeling but I didn’t lose my head like I would’ve in literally any other situation. “Oh. Well, we should be more careful next time.”

  His chest rumbled with laughter. “O’ course.”

  Chapter 7

  I didn’t like this one bit.

  After I gave Ella the ride of her life on my back hide—Ella’s nervous laughter thrumming in my ears as I flew to my favorite spot just out of sight from the town—she insisted on getting some fresh air. Claiming she was famished for some of the local food, she managed to coax me into coming along with her.

  That’s how we ended up walking out to town in broad daylight, a time I’d rarely been seen among all the townsfolk of Bridge of Orchy.

  There were plenty of stares, and why wouldn’t there be? Half of the elders that came streaming down the front steps of the church once it let out were all watching me with odd surprise. If I had to guess, it was because the last time I’d dare set a foot in town was over twenty years ago and I hadn’t aged a day past some time in 1933.…