Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

  He wasn't far behind, his balls tightening as the omega moaned against him. His climax was sudden, and he buried his teeth in a broad shoulder as he came deep in the boy's ass. He bit hard, marking his territory as his omega collapsed against him.

  The next pack meeting went well, Malcolm thought. No one said anything about last month's unpleasantness, and if anyone took notice of the lowly omega that kneeled by his chair, his leather collar inscribed with silver, they didn't say anything. Malcolm leaned back in his chair and crossed his booted feet at the ankle. The omega leaned into his hand, and he stroked the soft hair under his palm.

  It was good to be the alpha, he had to admit.

  END :)

  If you liked this story, then do read the sequel, Collared.

  Excerpt:

  "Strip."

  Adam rose again, unbuttoning the white shirt he wore with the shirr of silk. He let it fall to the floor among murmurs of approval for his long, lean chest and bronzed skin tone. Unlike most omegas, he had not run to fat with pampering. The collar winked in the overhead light as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down slender hips and his long, muscular legs. He stepped out of them, clad now only in cotton boxers. His body was on display for all to see, and he felt a jolt of arousal like none he had ever felt before. This was new, and his cock got harder by the second as he stood tall before Malik, his rangy, fit body on display for all.

  "Strip means all your clothing, Omega," Malik snapped, unimpressed with Adam's body.

  Adam hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his hardening cock from confinement. Another appreciative murmur came from the audience of alphas and sent a pulse of arousal straight to his groin. He enjoyed being on display, but it was usually for his alpha's pleasure alone. This was something different.

  Malik stood and paced around him. Adam knew his original thought of werecat was correct when he noticed the alpha walking on the balls of his feet. He kept his eyes lowered and his posture neutral, to avoid confrontation.

  "He is trained for service, Malcolm?" Malik asked as his eyes narrowed, flickering across Adam's body. Adam followed Malik's movements under lowered lids, and forced himself to relax.

  "He is trained for many things, Malik," said Malcolm. "He will please, I guarantee it."

  Malik's gaze returned to Adam, and his brow furrowed as he moved back to his cushion and sat.

  "Come here, Omega." The command was enough to send him to his belly amongst his discarded clothing. He crawled forward, his belly and cock inches from the ground as he slunk in hands and knees toward the alpha werecat. He pressed his forehead to the ornate pattern in the carpet at Malik's feet. He waited for his next command, feeling the murmurs of the crowd wash over his bare skin. From what they had seen so far, they were impressed.

  Malik, however, was not. A foot clad in a soft leather boot forced itself under his chin, lifting his head so that the werecat could look him over. Dark golden eyes narrowed as he looked at the omega for only a moment before he was released. Adam knew Malik was looking for a mistake, and he lowered his eyes to the carpet and pressed his body to the plush of the carpet beneath him.

  Malik snapped his fingers again, and Adam heard the wheels of a small cart as it rolled forward. Malik and another spoke in low voices before Malik's voice rang out like a whiplash.

  "Look at me, Omega."

  Adam raised his eyes. He saw that the small cart contained an assortment of whips and lashes. Malik held a cane in his hands, testing the spring. He fixed Adam with a dark look.

  "Have you ever been caned, Omega?"

  Adam shook his head.

  "You may speak."

  "I've never been caned, Alpha." He swallowed, a wary eye on the slender cane in Malik's swarthy hands.

  "His education is lacking, Malcolm," said Malik. "What is the phrase the humans are so fond of using, especially the Christians?"

  "Spare the rod," supplied one of the alphas in the crowd.

  "Ah yes," Malik said and smiled. "Spare the rod and spoil the child, yes?"

  Malcolm said nothing.

  "Stand, Omega, and put your back to me."

  Adam rose to his feet and turned away as instructed. He heard the swish of silk behind him, and fixed his eyes on Malcolm. His alpha's golden eyes glittered like burnished coin in the light, and they were what he focused on as he heard the cane whistle through the air and felt it strike his shoulders. He could feel the blood start a thin trickle down his back. He clamped his teeth around his tongue to keep from crying out, and could taste copper like a mouthful of pennies. He could smell it in the air as Malik brought the cane back for another swing at his unprotected back.

  Other titles by JJ Collins include:

  Caged

  Malcolm and Adam return in the third story of The Canticle of Punishment. When a werebear alpha from a rival clan turns to Malcolm to train an unruly omega, the alpha werewolf relies on Adam to show Thomas the werebear what it means to be a true omega. Will Thomas refuse to break?

  Greed

  Peter Shilling is the head of a multimillion dollar corporation. When he goes to his private accountant for a little help cooking the books, he's met with a counter-offer -- his soul for a clean record and a bailout that would make the government jealous. He just has to scratch Charlie's back in return -- and that means he owes Charlie Black his soul.

  My Best Friend Danny

  John and his best friend Danny have been roommates since they both graduated college. One evening, Danny admits that he's bisexual, a fact that throws John into a tailspin of lust after he wakes up from a steamy dream involving his best friend. Will John act on his desires? Find out in this sizzling erotic short story by JJ Collins.

  About the Author

  A former librarian, JJ Collins became tired of shelving others' books and decided to write her own. Specializing in period smut, JJ is dedicated to her craft, and to her fans.

  Find more from JJ Collins at: http://jjcollinswriting.tumblr.com

  Twitter: @jj_writes

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  Shared by Vampires

  By

  Layla Cole

  Copyright © 2012 by Layla Cole

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  Rose woke up early that day, dazed and a little disoriented. Eric and Jonathan, her new masters, were curled around her, their legs thrown carelessly over her own. If it weren't for the scent of sex that still lingered in the air and the way her ass stung, she might have thought she was dreaming. And of course, there was the bite mark on her wrist. She rubbed the matching mark on her neck absently, wondering again at what a strange turn her life had taken.

  Rose closed her eyes and tried to get her bearings. Eric and Jonathan were vampires. She'd agreed to become a Blood Donor for them because she needed the money--at least, her family did--but there was a catch: Eric and Jonathan were Doms who were looking for someone to share their bed and submit to them completely. Last night, in a trial of sorts, she'd sucked them off, been spanked, and come harder than she ever had before when they fed from her. Until then, Rose had doubted her ability or desire to be a submissive, but not anymore. For a moment, Rose thought of Jonathan's rumbling voice issuing commands and the way Eric's eyes had devoured her while she sucked his cock, and she shivered. She'd loved every minute of it and couldn't wait to do more…

  Vampires couldn't go out in the daylight, but would they sleep all day? Rose bit her lip, wishing she knew more about them. If only she'd done a little more research before she accepted the job…Cautiously extricating herself from between the two men, she attempted to slip out of bed.

  She jumped as Eric's hand shot out and pulled her back against his chest. "Leaving?" His voice was a sleepy murmur that rumbled through her chest.

  "It's morning--sir," she added quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice her lapse. Clearing her throat, she said, "I thought you might sleep all day…?"

  Her laughed softly. "I won't keep you, sweetheart." He nibbled at
her neck, his fangs scraping across the mark he'd made just a few hours go. "Jon and I left you some instructions on the dresser. I just want to make sure you see them." Eric released her and swatted her ass playfully, making her jump. "Enjoy your free time," he said with a yawn. "We'll need you well rested tonight."

  As his voice trailed off, Eric's eyes fluttered shut and his breathing slowed. I wonder how they can breathe, Rose wondered, then filed that question away for later. She slipped off the bed and walked over to the dresser, shivering a little as the cold air hit her naked body. The instructions were exactly where Eric had said they'd be. She eyed them nervously, wondering what they had in store for her. There wasn't much there--barely a page, in fact, all written carefully in neat handwriting. Jonathan's, probably; of the two, he seemed to be the most dominant.

  It didn't seem to be too bad, however. Her room was next to theirs, apparently; she was to put on exactly what they'd laid out for her, and no more. They expected her to remain close by today, since they hadn't had a chance to introduce her to the staff or show her around. Fair enough, though she hoped there would be a TV or some books or something in her room…

  No masturbating. She frowned at the reminder of their ownership. How would they know? A part of her wanted to rebel, but at the same time she wanted them to be pleased with her. Rose sighed.

  Sign the contract. Of course--she'd nearly forgotten. It felt as though she already belonged to Eric and Jonathan, but it wasn't official yet.

  Get some rest if you can and come back here this evening at six.

  She flipped the page over, but there was nothing else. Fine. Seemed simple enough. Stay close, rest up, wear what they want me to, sign the contract, be back at six.

  When she saw what the two vampires wanted her to wear, however, she realized that nothing was as easy as it seemed. There were no clothes on the bed--in fact, there was nothing but a silver choker--no, a collar--and padded cuffs that she assumed would go around her wrists and ankles. Would they really expect her to walk around naked all the time? Probably, she thought ruefully, remembering that she'd worn nothing but a coat when she met them the day before. She put on the collar with trembling hands, then the cuffs. Strangely, the thought of being marked as their possession so visibly made her ache with need. The metal of the collar lay cold against her skin, a constant reminder of her current status.

  There was something else on the bed, she realized. A scrap of paper that she hadn't noticed at first lay on the bed, barely covering the object beneath. A butt plug, she realized. She swallowed hard. What was she supposed to do with it? Rose read the note that Eric had written with some trepidation. She'd never used a butt plug--in fact, she was about as inexperienced as a girl could be.

  All the note said was: Bring this with you tonight. -Eric. She closed her eyes and wondered what they had in store. All she knew was that it was going to be a really long day.

  ***

  Rose showed up promptly at six and kneeled on the floor as she'd been taught. As instructed, she'd brought the plug. She turned it over in her hands, staring at the flared base. The thought of it in her ass was a little disconcerting, but after thinking about it all day she was starting to get really turned on.

  A sudden rush of air and the rich scent of her vampires were the only warnings she had before she was lifted off her feet and placed on the bed. Rose had the briefest impression of a male shoulder under hers before she landed on her back. "Hello," she said breathlessly as she looked up to meet Eric and Jonathan's intense stares, one green, the other dark. Though the two vampires were fully clothed still, they were both clearly aroused, their erections pressing against the front of their pants. Eric's hair was a little mussed, leading her to wonder what they'd been doing before she arrived…

  "I brought--this." She held up the plug, blushing. Good thing she'd been holding on to it so tightly or it would have been thrown across the room when they picked her up.

  "Good evening," Jonathan said hoarsely before claiming her mouth with his own. His kiss was savage, as though he hadn't seen her in days instead of mere hours. She opened her mouth to let him in, enjoying the taste of him, like a rich summer day. "We've been waiting impatiently," he said when he finally let her up for air.

  Rose opened her mouth to ask if she was late, but Eric cut her off. "You're on time," he said with a wry smile. "He's just being a bastard because neither of us can wait to get our hands on you again." He eyed the plug and smiled widely. Damn, but his smile could really light up a room. "I'm glad you can follow directions."

  He nibbled her ear, trailed kisses along her throat before finally taking her lips far more gently than Jonathan had. When at last he broke the kiss, it was with such obvious reluctance that Rose melted. "We've got quite an evening planned and I'd like to get started." He turned to Jonathan and grinned. "Jon does too, I'm sure."

  The man in question was too busy reacquainting himself with her body to answer. Rose moaned as he nibbled at the inside of her thigh. "What--what are you planning, sir?" she asked weakly.

  Eric shrugged off his shirt in an easy motion that made her mouth water and said, "Eventually we're going to fuck you. Together." Rose's eyes widened and her breath quickened as she tried to process what he said. Both of them? At once? She'd expected it, but not quite so soon. Some of her nervousness must have shown in her face, she realized when Jon smiled at her reassuringly.

  "We'll work up to it, pet," he said. "For now, just relax and do as we tell you." His fangs grazed the outside of her pussy, drawing forth a surprised gasp. "Put your arms over your head and spread your legs a little wider," he commanded.

  Rose lifted her arms above her head tentatively and let Jon push her legs outward until she was completely exposed to his gaze. It took all she had to suppress the instinctive urge to close her legs as he stared at her pussy. Eric fastened the wrist cuffs she was wearing to a fine chain on the headboard, then similarly restrained her legs so she was spread-eagled in front of them. So she had been right about the cuffs they'd made her wear after all…She flexed her arms experimentally and found she could only move a few inches from the headboard.

  "Trust us," Eric whispered. "Stay still and let Jon work on you."

  "What about you, sir?"

  "Later," he said.

  Jonathan looked up at their little sub as he stretched out between her legs. As much as it killed him to go so slowly, he would have to be gentle. He had to make this feel good so she'd trust him later, when he was taking her ass for the first time. The jeans he was wearing chafed at his swollen cock, but he kept them on as a psychological barrier of sorts. God, but he wanted to fuck her senseless. All in good time, he told himself.

  Instead, he traced the outside of her wet cunt with his fingers and inhaled the scent of aroused woman that poured off of her. He moved in closer, grazing her clit, then returned to his slow, controlled exploration of her slick folds. She whimpered and thrust her hips at him as if begging for more.

  "You can come this time," he said, "but I expect you to hold still. Move and I stop." Eric sat beside her and laved a swollen nipple with his tongue. Rose arched into his touch with a wordless plea and, true to Jonathan's word, both men stopped. "I'm serious, pet," Jonathan said.

  Slowly, she forced her body to relax until the only sign of her tension was the way her hands fisted above her head.

  She needed every ounce of control she had when Jonathan's mouth descended on her throbbing clit. His tongue flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves once, twice, before drifting downward. Groaning, she struggled to hold still. His mouth was circling back, teasing, tormenting, and oh she needed to come so badly she felt like she might die if she didn't. His tongue worked at her clit again and with Eric still teasing her breasts, it was all too much for her to handle.

  With a wail, she came apart, pleasure taking over until she wasn't aware of anything but her climax. Her hands clutched at the pillows behind her as if they were a lifeline until she went limp, wrapped up in the af
terglow of her release.

  It wasn't until the pillows were replaced with Eric's warmth that she came back to full awareness. "Jon is going to take you now," he murmured. "Keep your eyes open. He wants you to watch him as he fucks you." He then released her wrists and cradled her in his lap, propping her up so she could see what Jon was doing.

  Oh, what a view it was. The dark-haired vampire was unzipping his jeans and sliding them slowly down his hips. He was already bare from the waist up, his muscular chest and chiseled abs on full display. Rose's mouth went dry as she let her eyes wander over his body until her gaze landed on his rock-hard cock, now free of its confinement. A drop of pre-come glistened at the tip and Rose licked her lips, wishing she could taste it. And then, in a motion too fast for her to see, he was stretched out above her, his mouth close enough to kiss, his cock nestled in between her thighs. Keeping his eyes on her, Jonathan slowly reached back and guided himself into her slick entrance.

  Rose bit her lip and whimpered softly as her pussy stretched around Jon's thick dick. It wasn't painful like she'd expected, but he was a big man. He eased in slowly but surely, watching her face with an intensity that her made her all warm and wet and shivery.

  "That's the worst of it," he said once he was all the way in. Rose let out a soft sigh. There'd only been an instant of pain and then she'd felt nothing but pleasure as he filled her. Eric murmured soft words of encouragement in her ear as she waited for Jonathan to fuck her in earnest. His body tensed as he held still, waiting for her to adjust. Realizing that he was waiting for her, she nodded. He bit back a groan as he pulled out of her, then thrust back in again, harder and faster than the first time.