Wickedly Twisted: Fairy Tales for Adults

by Davis, Lia;

  In response, her core clenched, and both Nick and Dex groaned. She grinned. She literally had them by their dicks and loved the power.

  “Okay, it’s a lot sexy,” she admitted.

  “Growl some more. Her cunt squeezed my cock hard when you growled.” Nick already hardened inside her.

  “Fuck you.” Dex nudged Nick’s shoulder and kissed along the back of her neck, a chuffing noise evidencing his bear’s contentment.

  “Simon,” she met his gaze where he sat behind Nick. “I love you because you make me laugh, and I haven’t had much laughter in my life.”

  He leaned over Nick, cupping her cheek as he gave her a heartfelt kiss. “Laughter’s good for the soul, love.”

  She couldn’t argue that. “And… this part’s important. You know how I like my coffee, and you bring it to me in bed every morning. Might love you more because coffee is more vital than air.”

  Nick and Dex both chuckled, making their dicks move inside her and scrub against one another, inflaming her arousal all over again.

  “I look forward to having mouthy children with you one day, love.” Simon plucked at her nipple.

  Celia had never planned to have children, but with these three she could envision a future with babies. She’d been devoid of love most of her life, but she felt loved with her three werebears. They were protective, they cherished her, and they worshiped her. Celia’s connection with them had her emotions buzzing, and she felt high on love and life. She’d never felt as special in all her life as they made her feel.

  Sighing with contentment, she petted her bears. This Goldilocks and the three bears story had the perfect smutty ending. Maybe she’d write her own version of the fairytale, this one wickedly twisted and for adults only.

  About the Author

  I’m Gracen Miller and I’m a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. Yep, that’s right, if you were reading between the lines of that sentence you realize everyone that knows me in real life thinks I’m a freak. I proudly wave my freak flag. I have an unusual relationship with my muse, Dom, but I also credit all my creative success to his brilliant mind. Sometimes I’m blown away by the stuff he gives me. I’m addicted to coffee, writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football—Roll Tide Y’all!—and did I mention coffee? Many of my worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands.

  I write in multiple genres—dystopian romance, rock star romance, paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and gothic ménage romance, so I have a little of it all for almost every romance reader out there.

  His Big Bad Wolf

  By

  Lia Davis

  Chapter One

  The hairs on the back of Shannon’s neck stood on end as an icy chill rolled down his spine. A familiar scent drifted on the breeze, mixed with terror and blood. The sharp, soured scent of fear grated on his inner beast like nails on a chalkboard. The wolf howled in his head just as another sounded in the distance, followed by a male’s scream, too faint for any normal human to hear.

  With a low growl, he shut the tailgate of his truck and rushed to his garage. He inhaled deeply and exhaled over and over with each rushed step. Not now. Damn it, not now! He’d only been in town for a few months. He didn’t want to have to move again so soon.

  After closing the garage door, he continued through his house and exited out the back door. As soon as he edged closer to the forest surrounding Holden, Tennessee—a small town in the Smoky Mountains—he caught a scent he hadn’t smelled in years.

  Fuck no. He barely managed to get into the woods before the change started. The burn of breaking and reforming bone wasn’t as crippling as it once was. After ten years of being a werewolf, Shannon had grown almost numb to the shift into his beast.

  Once fully in wolf form, he took off deeper into the woods, following the scent of the other werewolf—the one who’d infected him years ago—and the fear of his victim.

  Shannon slowed when he closed in on the scene. The coppery scent of blood tingled his nose and drew a low growl from him. Stepping into the small clearing, fury washed over him at the scene of one young man dead and another frozen in terror while a large silver wolf stalked toward him.

  Ron Peters, asshole extraordinaire. Even before he’d contracted the werewolf virus.

  Shannon charged the other wolf, ramming him in the side. Ron yelped and slid several feet away. Then Shannon stepped into his path, blocking the other wolf’s view of the young man, which he now recognized as the sheriff’s kid, Chad. And he was scared shitless.

  Focusing on the wolf, Shannon snarled in warning. He’d kicked the bastard’s ass once, and swore the next time they crossed paths he’d kill the SOB. However, ripping out Ron’s throat and having him shift back to human once dead in front of Chad would send the poor kid to the nuthouse. So Shannon would just have to make sure to hunt down the wolf and deal with him at a later time.

  Ron seemed to pick up on Shannon’s hesitation to attack and scanned the area before taking off into the woods. Coward. Shannon ran after him, but Ron was too fast. Most likely hopped up on adrenaline from the fresh kill. By the time Shannon reached the edge of the forest, the asshat had shifted into human form and taken off in his Lexus.

  Turning around, Shannon headed back to check on Chad, hoping the kid hadn’t been bitten. Although Shannon couldn’t do anything about it if he had. Damn it. Ron needed to be dealt with. And Shannon was going to be the one to do the dealing.

  ***

  A wolf’s howl echoed through the forest, fierce and commanding. Neal Hartman paused at his pickup‘s driver-side door. The wolf sounded too close to town.

  “That’s close,” Justin, a fellow forest ranger, echoed Neal’s thoughts.

  With a nod, Neal climbed into the truck. “Let’s go check it out. Try to scare it back into the forest.”

  Once Justin was in his seat with his seatbelt secured, Neal fired the truck to life and pulled out onto the road. Wolf activity had increased by an alarming rate in recent months. It was concerning. They seemed more aggressive than normal, like something unsettled them. Or had moved into their territory.

  About a mile into the forest, Justin pointed to the right shoulder. “Isn’t that Chad?”

  Crawling up the embankment was Chad, the sheriff’s nineteen-year-old son. He straightened and stumbled out into the road. His clothes were covered in blood. “What the hell?” Neal pulled the truck to a stop on the shoulder.

  Jumping out of the vehicle, Neal rushed to Chad. The kid fought to catch his breath, his eyes as big as saucers and his face pale like he’d seen a ghost. Frantic, Chad spoke between breaths. “Steve…dead…huge…wolf.”

  “Okay, slow down. Is that blood yours?”

  Chad shook his head. “Steve’s… Oh God, he’s dead.”

  “Where at?” When Chad pointed into the forest, Neal glanced to Justin and said, “Stay with him and call it in. I’ll check it out.”

  After retrieving his rifle from the truck, Neal went into the forest where Chad had emerged. It didn’t take him long to find the body. There wasn’t much that would turn Neal’s stomach. After twenty years of being a forest ranger, he’d seen a few animal attacks. But none of them compared to the savage, brutal state Steve’s body was in. His neck had been ripped open. One leg was torn almost completely off, only connected by a few tendons. And long, deep scratches marked his face and torso.

  By the size of the claw marks, Neal would have guessed a large bear mauled the boy. Chad had said it was a wolf. Wolves didn’t get that big.

  Just then, a snap of a twig and a low growl rumbled in the air from behind him. Neal turned, raising his rifle at the same time. A freakishly large black wolf stared at him, his lips curled back and his chest rising and falling as if he’d been running. Vivid blue eyes watched him. Neal couldn’t help but stare back. Something was familiar about those eyes. So human-like.

  After another moment, the wolf took o
ff. Neal ran after, but the animal was gone, like he’d vanished into thin air.

  “Fuuuuck.”

  Neal faced Justin, who looked as if he were about to lose his lunch at any moment. “It was a wolf.”

  Justin just nodded and stood silent for a few moments. Finally, he glanced up to Neal. “The sheriff is on his way, and Chad is heading to the ER to get looked at. The kid keeps going on about a monster and shapeshifting.”

  “Sometimes the mind will make stuff up to try and make sense of things.”

  Justin raised a brow at him. “You taking up psychology?”

  Neal shrugged. “My brother is the shrink. He’s analyzing me all the time, trying to figure out where our ‘parents went wrong’ to make me gay.”

  “You’re shitting me, right?”

  “Afraid not.” Neal sighed. “It’s hard for my family to accept. It could be worse. They could have turned their backs on me. So I have to put up with the occasional comment. I can deal. Though my brother gives me more shit than anyone.”

  Justin turned his back to the body, most likely unable to look at it anymore. “It might be his way of understanding it. When all he needs to do is accept it.”

  Neal lifted his gaze to Justin. How in the world had they ended up talking about Neal’s sexual preference? To keep their minds off the poor kid who’d stumbled upon a wolf? “We need to hunt the beast and put it down.”

  “Yes. I’ll go gather a few men from town and then comb the area.”

  Neal nodded, noting the ME and the sheriff advancing toward them. That was his cue to leave. Neal usually got along with everyone. But Sheriff Eric Johnson was one man Neal stayed clear of. Eric was standoffish, and something about the man told Neal to back the fuck off.

  So, yeah, Neal was out of there.

  After climbing into his truck, he drove back to town, not knowing where he was headed until he pulled to a stop outside Shannon Foster’s house.

  Ever since the man had arrived in town a few months ago, Neal hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. About his broad shoulders, muscular chest, trim waist, and tight ass…

  Shit. He scrubbed a hand over his short brown hair. What was he doing? Sitting outside the man’s home like a freakin’ stalker. After shutting off the engine, he climbed out of the truck and crossed the green lawn to the front door.

  He knocked and waited, not knowing what he was going to say. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he was there.

  Several long moments passed, and Neal raised his hand to knock a second time when the door opened. Filling the doorway and standing at least five inches taller than Neal stood Shannon in nothing but a pair of faded blue jeans with the top button undone. Shannon’s black hair was wet as if he’d just gotten out of the shower.

  “Neal,” Shannon greeted with his brows drawn.

  Heat covered Neal’s flesh as his cock hardened. The man looked too damn good. Why the hell did he have to answer the door half naked? “I’m putting together a hunting party and wanted to see if you’d join.”

  Okay, that was lame.

  A soft chuckle escaped Shannon as he stepped aside. “Please, come in.”

  Neal stepped across the threshold, which put them so close Neal could feel the other man’s body heat. The clean, crisp scent of his soap tingled Neal’s nose. He almost groaned out loud. Breaking eye contact, he moved past Shannon to stand in the middle of the living room.

  Being there was a mistake. He turned to watch Shannon close the door then stalk toward him. Fuck, I shouldn’t be here. The thought entered his mind as the sudden urge to haul ass out the front door hit him. No, Neal wasn’t a runner. He definitely wasn’t going to bolt from the sexy-as-sin handyman.

  Straightening his spine, Neal met Shannon’s intense stare. “Have dinner with me.”

  ***

  Shannon stopped in his trek across the living room. He studied Neal with a raised brow. The rush from his earlier shift had his wolf on edge. Ron being in the area didn’t help. Then Shannon had run into Neal in the forest. His scent alone drove both the man and the beast wild.

  Hence the cold shower moments before the ranger had showed up at his door. Aroused.

  It was all Shannon could do to keep from dragging the other man to his bed. So for the moment, Shannon would plant his ass on the sofa and enjoy the view. “Would dinner be before or after the hunting party?”

  A light shade of blush colored Neal’s cheeks as he stuck his hands into his jeans pockets and glanced around the room. “I…um…before, I guess.”

  The corners of Shannon’s lips tugged into a smile. Damn, the man was hot. His short brown hair had streaks of golden blond, most likely a result of the ranger being outside all the time. Shannon didn’t think Neal wore a hat. At least, he hadn’t noticed him wearing one in the time Shannon had been in town.

  When Neal lifted his grey eyes to lock gazes with him, something unfurled inside Shannon. Unable to stop himself, he rose to his feet and closed the distance between them.

  The first time Shannon had seen Neal was the day he arrived in town. They’d met outside the realtor’s office where Shannon had gone to rent his house. Neal had worn his ranger shirt tucked into a black pair of jeans that fit perfectly, giving Shannon a great view of the man’s ass. Using the man’s employment as an icebreaker, Shannon had told him he used to be a ranger. Shannon left out the reason why he’d had to quit—he’d been bitten by a werewolf. An instant connection had formed, and Shannon’s wolf clawed at him, wanting out to meet the ranger. However, Shannon couldn’t let the beast out. Introducing the wolf to the man he wanted to pursue wasn’t an option. At least, not until he was sure Neal wouldn’t run or shoot him.

  Shannon wanted to seduce the male, and thankfully, it appeared Neal had the same plan.

  Stopping inches from Neal, Shannon cupped his head and kissed him.

  Chapter Two

  A fierce need to claim Neal flowed through Shannon’s veins like lava. When Neal wrapped his arms around him, deepening the kiss, Shannon wanted more, craved more.

  Turning so Neal’s back was flattened to the front door, Shannon slid into Neal’s mouth, searching. When their tongues touched, Neal sucked on his. Pleasure tingled each nerve ending. Shannon almost came from the erotic electric pulses shooting through his body.

  Mine.

  The single word echoed in his head, but he felt it in his soul.

  Breaking the kiss, Shannon rested his forehead against Neal’s. “I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you.”

  It was a good thing Neal didn’t notice the primal growl in Shannon’s voice. Instead, the male nodded. “So have I.”

  Even though Shannon could smell Neal’s arousal and sense his attraction, he also picked up on something else. Sadness, anger, and…fear. Lifting his head and focusing on Neal, Shannon asked, “Everything okay? I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries.”

  Neal’s gaze jerked up to his. “No, you didn’t. It just shocked me. Though not in a bad way. But I was here for another reason. There was a wolf attack earlier.”

  Shannon forced a surprise reaction. “A wolf? Who was attacked?”

  Neal gave a little push against Shannon’s chest. Desire flared again, but Shannon ignored it and stepped back. After a moment, Neal moved to the couch. “Steve Daniels and Chad Johnson. Steve didn’t make it. Chad wasn’t physically harmed, but the poor kid keeps going on about a werewolf.”

  With his heart dropping to his feet in dread, Shannon lowered his eyes and shook his head. “Pretty shaken up, huh? Yeah, I guess I would be, too.”

  “Like I said earlier, I’m organizing a wolf hunt. The animal needs to be put down before it attacks again.” Neal threaded his fingers through his hair and blew out a breath. “I saw it. Large black wolf. The biggest I’ve ever seen.”

  Fuck. Shannon knew he shouldn’t have gone back to the scene. His mistake became apparent when he came face to face with Neal near the body. Now he had to clear his name without exposing himself.
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  “When do we set out to search for it?”

  Neal glanced at him, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I figured we could leave right after sunrise tomorrow and then go out again in the evening.”

  Shannon bobbed his head as he made his way to the kitchen. “Sounds good.” After grabbing two beers out of the fridge, he returned to the living room. He sat on the sofa next to Neal, handing him one of the longnecks. “So, where are we going for dinner?”

  An awkward silence rose up between them. Shannon caressed Neal’s cheek and leaned into him. “If I’m reading the signals wrong, you have to let me know.”

  Neal turned his face into Shannon’s palm and nipped at his skin. Pinpricks of desire raced over Shannon’s skin. “You’re not reading them wrong. It’s just that…I have never felt this intensely about anyone before.”

  Shannon frowned. He shouldn’t entertain the idea of starting a relationship with Neal. If he gave his heart to the other man, he’d have to share his secret and risk the chance of Neal running from the monster within him.

  A risk he’d thought about taking until the attack on the two young men happened. And if Chad was screaming werewolf, then Ron had been too careless.

  “So, um, where do we go from here?”

  Shannon gazed into Neal’s grey eyes and his heart broke. It’d been years since he’d let someone into his life. He wanted to trust in someone. After all, wolves were social animals. “I like you and want to be with you. But I come with baggage.”

  One dark brow rose as the corners of Neal’s lips twitched. “I’m not into the swinger thing.”

  The slight tease in the male’s tone made Shannon laugh. Another thing he hadn’t done in a long time. “I’m not either. In fact, I can be possessive.” The last statement came out as a growl. By the scent of arousal coming from Neal, Shannon guessed the man liked to be possessed. “There is something I need to tell you about me before I can let things between us escalate.”