"More than enough for you," Stefan breathed back, his cock already erect and shivering under the shaman's touch.
The native shaman knelt down, bringing himself closer to Stefan's sacred spirit tool as he intended to absorb the werewolf's spiritual energies.
"Hey shaman!" I barked.
He turned to look at my proud werewolf body.
"If we give you our spirit power, can you guide us to that town over that," I asked, my clawed finger pointing to the amalgamation of strange towers in the horizon.
The shaman looked at me with marginal disinterest. His eyes travelled from my body down my arm to my finger before looking at where I was pointing. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure," he barked in reply.
That did it for me, I supposed I would wait until they were done with whatever spiritual deeds they intended to accomplish before setting off on a safer journey thanks to the native who would hopefully be an experienced guide.
Other titles by Annabel Bastione include:
Pack Pals in Gay Vampire Threesome: MM/m Paranormal Erotica
The Pack Pals finally arrive in town, only to have a vampire trailing them! Sensing the unfriendly presence, Stefan rushes to confront him, only to find out that his father's held captive in the ice palace across the tundra! A map is needed to get there, and luckily, the vampire has one. The only problem? It's hidden deep inside his ass! How far will the Pack Pals go to get it out?
Pack Pals in Sucking the Yeti's Popsicle: Werewolf/Yeti Threeway Erotica
The pack pals now cross the frozen tundra... only to get caught in a blistering snow storm! Cold and helpless despite being werewolves, things seem very bleak, until they are saved by a white furry yeti. Filled with gratitude to their paranormal savior, the pack pals thank him with the only way they know how: a threesome, of course!
Pack Pals in Gay Werewolf Bundle: An Erotic Anthology of the Pack Pals Series!
This anthology comprises the first four stories of the Pack Pals series! Join the protagonist and his werewolf pal Stefan as they double team dryads, shamans, vampires and even a yeti while in search of Stefan's werewolf father. Over 16000 words of hot paranormal action at a discounted price!
Pack Pals in Frankenstein Monster Menage: MMM Paranormal Monster Erotica
After a treacherous journey across the tundra, the pack pals arrive at the fortress that supposedly holds Louis captive. Employing stealth, they wait til nightfall before infiltrating the castle walls. But never in their wildest nightmares did they expect a hulking Frankenstein on patrol! Will they be pounded by the undead beast or will the pack pals be the ones doing the 'pounding'?
About the Author:
Annabel Bastione has been immensely naughty ever since she could remember, often having very elaborate fantasies/experiences which fortunately for you readers, has largely been put to writing. If she's not busy tapping her fingers on her keyboard, she's probably clicking her mouse…
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More sizzling stories coming soon!
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Fangs of Desire
By
Brandy Corvin
Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin
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He smiles at me from across the countertop. The shitty live music drowning out everything else in this dingy pub on the corner of 14th Avenue really gets me in the mood for some ironic partying. I smile back, knowing better than to approach him when I can't even hear myself think. The crowd behind us goes wild as the band finally stops their noise, replacing one unwelcome earfuck with another.
Serves me right for coming to a new bar on a whim, I sigh as I straighten my figure hugging dress. Looking around, I find everyone I see decked out in band shirts and skinny Levis jeans. They all seem very underdressed to be at a bar, but if everyone's like that, maybe I'm the one who's overdressed to the party. I sigh again, feeling like the odd one out here. Raising the fruity girl drink to my lips, I down the rest of it, savoring its refreshing, complex taste that hinted of many citrus undertones. Boy, that's a hell of a drink on a night like this!
I look up, realizing that up till now, he hasn't taken his eyes off me. Who is he exactly? I don't know, but as I look back at his beautifully proportioned body and his broad shoulders that fill the blazer draped over him, I can't help but feel a spark of attraction.
"Miss?"
I turn back just in time to see the bartender hand me another colorful drink. Luckily the rowdy noise of the crowd behind me dies down so I can hear again, for now.
"Your drink, as ordered by the gentleman over there." he pointed. I didn't need to look to know who it was."
"What's this called?" I ask.
"A Bloody Mary, ma'am." the bartender replies curtly before returning to wipe the glasses, occasionally glancing up at the crowd with a slight hint of irritation in his eyes.
Ah, well so much for going home alone. I take a sip from the cup, relishing in its delicious taste. A mishmash of vodka with traces of tomato juice certainly helps to take the edge of things. From the corner of my eye, I see that the seat his was in is now empty. A shadow looms across the bar counter below the dim garish spotlights. It's slowly nearing me. I prepare to smile, knowing what's going to happen next.
I wait for him to strike up a conversation, but -
"1 2 3 4!" the horrendous band starts belting out another tone deaf number again.
Argh! Not only do they have to annoy me but to ruin any chances of me getting laid tonight too? I down the shot, intending to get out of this joint as soon as I can.
"Come…" the man leans in to whisper, sending a wave of harrying tingles shooting straight down my spine. I take a deep breath, he smells deeply of aftershave mixed with after office sweat. Like a man with a professional career, I think. He seems like my kind of guy.
I watch him saunter slowly out of the bar in long wide strides, as if he has all the time in the world.
For too long I have suffered under the ill conceived advances of many an unconfident, awkward, bumbling fool. But now, I have a feeling the winds of change are knocking on my door, taking me away from this boring love life of mine.
Wonderful, just wonderful, Jessica. I tell myself as I down the rest of the tantalizing cocktail mix. The answer to my womanly desires is leaving, I better follow.
Eager to leave a life of less than spectacular one-night stands behind, I get up and quickly exit the bar in search of my boy toy that also (hopefully) comes with the bonus of mind blowing sex.
I find him outside with a cigarette in his hand. He brings it to his mouth and takes a long drag; the white end gets shorter as the burning embers advance further down the stick. Puffing smoky but intricate patterns into the frigid night air, I watch the ends of his pale lips curl into a wide grin.
His compelling blue eyes, the firm features and that chiseled jaw line pretty much does it for me. What's a man as eligible as the one standing before me doing in bar like that? Anyone would have reasonably assumed that he already has a bevy of girls to fulfill his every need. Still, I'm not going to reject good luck just because I don't feel like I deserve it.
"You listened."
What? Oh, when he told me to follow him, right.
"Yea, I guess I did." my voice trails off, wondering whether I should introduce myself or something.
"My name's Rick, Rick Damien." holds out his hand.
Well, he's earned more than enough points on his looks alone, but he continues to pleasantly surprise me with his gentlemanly manners.
"I'm Jessica, Jessica Parker." I reply, hoping that my lipstick didn't smudge so late into the night.
He takes my hand and promptly leans forward, planting a gentle kiss onto the back of it. I shudder as jolts of pure ecstasy reverberate through my body.
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br /> "Are you alright? You're shivering." he asks with concern literally bleeding from his voice.
"No, no. Um, I'm just kind of cold." I mumble, hoping he bought my excuse. I don't know why but his hand just feels so cold. Come to think of it, it kind of fits his similarly pale appearance. I mean, I've seen many blonde hair blue eyed guys in my life, but none of them are as fair as him.
He looks at me for a brief moment before his eyes relent.
"Alright then," he replies. Before I know it he's taken off his blazer and draped it over my shoulders. I catch myself from swooning on the spot just in time. Come on Jessica! I tell myself, don't be such a klutz now.
His jacket feels as cold as his hand, but I don't care, soon enough it warms me up. There is something… off about him though, I think. I mean he's simply too perfect and really pale. But I guess I've had a drink too many and am not thinking straight.
"You okay? I mean, you look really pale, I can bring you to the doctor or -"
"Nope, I'm fine." he interrupts worriedly.
"Ohh… kay, I guess." Well, despite how pale and cold he feels, he actually seems pretty energetic so I guess it should be alright.
"Your place or mine?" I smile, trying to break the increasingly awkward silence between us. I mean, that's what we're both looking for, right?
That seductive smile of his returns to me again. Even if it only disappeared for a minute or two, I think I miss it already.
"I'll drive," he dodges the question tersely and puts his arm around me. Since I can't even walk straight now with that alcohol fueled buzz messing with my head, I gratefully lean into his dark figure of a man so tall and so sweet smelling.
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His apartment is huge, or maybe my depth perception just isn't working right anymore. Its lush modern interior simply beckons me to lose myself in it. I have to say that I'll be impressed even when I wake up sober tomorrow.
I lie in his strong arms as he carries me to the bedroom. I may be slightly tipsy, but I most certainly am not drunk. And even if I were sober, I'd still do him in a heartbeat.
He gently lays me down on his luxuriant king-sized bed. The mattress supports me comfortably as I bury my head in his soft fluffy pillows.
Watching him come out of the bathroom with a wet towel, I bite my lip as I suppress the slight annoyance building up inside of me. What's going on? Why aren't you in bed with me already! Am I not attractive enough or something?
"I'm willing to go all the way…" I whisper as I pull his head in near to my mouth, caressing the later half of my earlier sentence with my tongue.
"Jessica." he replies, holding my hands while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Hm? I want to have my fun already! If he's going to talk me to sleep I'm definitely taking a few points off his eligible score!
"Listen to me Jessica." he shakes my hands to alertness.
"What!" I'm kind of annoyed now.
"Before we do anything, there's something I have to tell you."
"You have a small dick?" I venture, blushing when I realize what I just blurted out.
"No, I mean it's totally alright if you… y'know… this isn't helping is it?" I continue, feeling my cheeks burning up by the second.
He chortles in laughter at my floundering ways, making me even more embarrassed.
"Ha, it's not that I feel physically insecure or anything. Just listen." his tone suddenly turns serious, a far cry from his jovial, sexy demeanor earlier.
I tingle in anticipation as he leans in to whisper to me, relishing in feeling his breath on my ear.
"I'm actually a vampire." he says at last in all seriousness.
I guess I'm pretty drunk after all. Did he just say he was a vampire? As in, those blood sucking things that live forever?
"Yeah, right. And I'm a fairy!" I snort, flailing my arms about pretending their wings. Alright, I admit that I'm drunk and hearing things… because I’m drunk.
"Jessica, I'm serious. I'm a real vampire." he looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to believe him.
Maybe he has his own baggage. No big deal, I've been trying to undress his sexy, toned body with my eyes the whole night. If that's what it takes to get him to start fulfilling my desires then so be it.
"Alright, you're a vampire," I repeat after him so that he'll finally shut up, "Can you kiss me now?"
A small sigh escapes him as he strokes my auburn curls.
That's it. I've come too far to have my night ruined. Reaching out, I take him by surprise when I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.
Our lips touch and all of a sudden I'm not so tipsy anymore. I'm alert and on fire. He devours me hungrily, sucking gently on my lower lip as I reciprocate on his upper one. My arms wrap around him and pull him closer for a deeper kiss.
He resists at first, holding back for one reason or another. I don't know why he's so apprehensive. It's just sex right? No strings attached… for now? My mind's still too buzzed for me to think straight.
I cup his shoulders with my palm, running my hand down his back. He feels so solid, but so deathly cold at the same time. But looking at him start to get into it, I suppose it's a non issue. He takes the lead now which I gratefully give up, letting him ravage me as he likes.
Our tongues dance in each other's mouths, wrestling and frolicking with much enthusiasm. He tastes of cigarettes mixed with traces of whiskey, but I think that's divine enough. I relax as he clutches me tightly; maybe I'm warming him up?
Breaking off the kiss to smile to myself, I feel his hand casually slide behind and undo the vital buttons that held my figure hugging dress together. As if bearing a mind of their own, my shoulders relax, letting him slip the dress off me to reveal my lacy bra.
His eyes widen slightly as I lie so close to him. I can only hope I'm sexy enough.
"Jessica," he leans in to whisper, "you're beautiful."
I don't even know why he's affecting me so much, but I feel like releasing the bubble of elation welling up from within. Whew, it must be all the drinks I've had, yeah, that's it.
Reaching out, I slowly tug at his tie. It comes off easily like I'm a girl scout unraveling a camping knot. My fingers proceed to play with his shirt buttons, slowly getting rid of them one by one. Each time a button gives up its noble function of keeping his clothes together, I'm rewarded with his increasingly exposed manly chest. Soon enough his shirt's unbuttoned entirely. He pulls it off of himself while I rest a hand on his broad chest and devour his hot abs with my hungry eyes, relishing in how hot it is.
Hm, funny, I don't feel the warmth of his beating heart. Maybe my hand's in the wrong place, maybe he really is a vampire. Well, he looks like he's never been more alive so I guess it's all good.
He embraces me again, peppering my neck and collarbone with an unstoppable barrage of light kisses. Each one sets me off; it's evidence that he's marked me and for tonight at least, we belong to each other.
I moan appreciatively, wondering how much longer I can tolerate not having him inside me. His hand reaches round and easily snaps the clasp of my bra apart while I squeeze my legs together in a futile attempt to stem the wetness emanating from down there. Rick slowly takes my silky lace off my shoulders, tracing his slender fingers on my tingling skin as he did so. I come apart in front of him, exposing my oversized melons. Our eyes meet and he flashes a smile wider than anything I've ever seen.
"Unnnh!" a small moan escapes me as he dives into my bosom and latches onto my right nipple. I can feel his tongue licking my areola in wide, circular motions while his free hand gropes and delights in the softness of my left tit.
My legs which were so tightly bound together begin to relax, wrapping themselves around Rick's hot ass as I grab his head and pull him deeper into my bosom.
He switches to my other nipple and feels it harden under his tongue too. I can't stop the growing wetness from pooling down there any longer.
"Fuck me," I whisper, trying my best not to let the embarrassm
ent of saying something so crude leak from my voice.
He throws his head back from my delicious bosom and loses himself in my eyes.
"Alright."
Rick tries to unbuckle his pants as fast as he can. I help him and within a few seconds I enjoy a visual treat for my ego watching his already erect cock throb for me.
He reaches out, gently tugging down my lacy panties. If he notices the dark wet spot on them he certainly doesn't acknowledge it.
"You ready?" he asks, sending jolts of shivering anticipation spreading throughout my wanting body.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I moan; relaxing as much as I can.
His head comes close, rubbing my slick folds and enjoying my wetness. I subconsciously open my mouth, fervently anticipating the incoming rush when he finally enters me. C'mon already, I think, slightly annoyed at how much he's teasing me.
Rick watches my eyes and smiles at my impatience. Would a gentleman keep a girl waiting like this? I think not!
"Could you just -"
"Alright, alright." he interrupts, struggling to stifle a smirk. What a tease.
He enters me proper now, slowly at first, letting me get used to his girth. I already thought it was big but now that he's starting his advance I need to do a double take. Nope, he certainly still feels bigger than I expected. I have to learn to stop underestimating people.
I watch as he comes closer to me the deeper he goes. His blank face amuses me as I watch it fill up to the brim with pleasure. I can't afford to think straight either, he's fulfilling the wishes of my aching pussy and he simply does not disappoint.
Wrapping my legs around his ass again, I bring them towards me in one swift motion, letting him penetrate me deeply all of a sudden.
"Ahh…" our collective moans of delight only serve to multiply our fleeting happiness. His chiseled jaw line rests on my shoulder now that he can't go any further. I don't know why but he still feels so cold. From past experiences normally hot blooded males would feel super warm as they fucked me, but there's something different about him. The way he breathes upon my skin, the way his eyes instinctively widen when watching the veins on my neck. It's strange, but it feels so good all the same.
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