ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  “You're werewolves!” Sam said.

  Dave put his hands up in front of him facing her flat.

  “Don't panic!” he said. “Everything is all right. We are still the same people.”

  “I'm not panicked at all,” Sam said. “In fact, I had a dream about werewolves last week that was so vivid that I still remember it.”

  The werewolves looked at each other, trading knowing glances that Sam could still recognize through the changed faces. Dave made a motion for Sam to mount his back and hang on, so she did. The two werewolves ascended the sheer face of the cliff like she had seen in her dream and in seconds they were atop the crag that all of the college campers set up around because of the howling the wind made through it during some nights. Sam wondered now how much of that howling was really the wind and how much of it were the two werewolves she had become so close to over the last half year. When they got the top Sam slid off Dave's back and stared in awe at the setting sun, blood red on the horizon.

  “Isn't the view beautiful up here?” Bob asked.

  Sam turned to look at the werewolves and saw that between their legs they both sported a giant, jutting hard on. Their dicks looked very large and girthy, maybe eight to eleven inches long and six to seven inches around. The cocks were bobbing in the wind in front of the werewolves with their heartbeats.

  “I guess it's a lot harder to hide what you are feeling in animal form, huh?” Sam said.

  Both of the boys were silent and blushed a deep violet. Sam stepped forward and kneeled in front of Dave. She ran her hand up and down the shaft of his long hard cock, then reached over and grabbed hold of Bob's throbbing werewolf erection and pulled him over to stand in beside Dave. She took turns bobbing her head up and down both of the dicks, licking the heads and making sure to give their balls a few firm squeezes and tugs. The werewolves threw their heads back and growled when she really got going on their cocks pumping her head up and down on the shafts, making sure to use her hand to get some twisting motion going on to maximize the pleasure for both of them.

  Bob moved behind Sam and she could feel him playing with her pussy, making sure that she was nice and wet before he started to work the big, throbbing head of his dick into her. Sam arched her back and pressed into him as Bob moved his hips forward, sliding his member inch by delicious inch into her. By the time his balls rested on her asshole Sam was already going through the throws of her first orgasm. Dave started to feed her his cock as she kneeled in front of him, taking Bob's cock in the pussy as she bent over. Sam couldn't believe how good Bob felt inside of her. His cock was so hard and thick, it stretched her out and filled her up like no human cock had ever been able to before—although Sam was sexually inexperienced she had slept with a few boys in high school.

  Dave picked up Sam with his powerful arms, pulling her off of Bob's cock with a popping sound, then placed her on his own cock. He started fucking her like she was his own little fuck toy, holding her in place as he pumped his big dick in and out of her pussy at a furious pace. Sam's pussy clenched his cock in an effort to feel every inch and every vein on the throbbing bulging member. Bob slid in behind her and reached around to play with her breasts, gently tweaking and pulling her nipples as Dave pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow.

  After she had come a few times Dave slowed down, sliding Sam all the way onto his cock. For a second she wondered what was going on, and then she felt something gently pressing against her asshole. It was Bob, behind her, getting ready to ease his enormous dick into her ass. Sam hadn't ever thought of getting fucked in the ass before. But now it was going to happen and she couldn't feel happier about it. When the big member was half way in and she was loving it, she realized that the werewolves had to be producing some kind of pheromones to get her to be so down with whatever sexual act they could think of. Never before had Sam felt so uninhibited. Maybe smoking weed had all been a ruse to get her to not notice Bob using such pheromones on her while they hung out.

  The werewolves used her body to pleasure themselves and in the process Sam had more orgasms than she had in her entire life combined. After they were done copulating, the werewolves turned back into boys and they all lay side by side watching the sun go down. Sam didn't know what to say at first, but got the feeling that she would have to be the first one to speak. The boys had to be apprehensive about what she would have to say after watching them transform into werewolves and then having a threesome with them. Group sex wasn't anything Sam had ever done before and the boys didn't seem like it was something they did very often either. She glanced over at Bob and saw his eyes dart away from hers.

  “Hey, both of you,” Sam said sitting up. “I don't care that you guys are werewolves, really. I think it's really cool, actually.”

  Both of the boys grinned at her, their smiles reminding her of the long fangs they had just had a moment ago.

  “And I know that things are going to get a little bit complicated between us, but I'm ready to handle that and I know you guys are as well. We are all intelligent, mature people and I know we aren't going to have a problem figuring out what is what in the future. We just need to be open and honest with each other. Alright?”

  Both of the boys nodded and each one took on of her hands in theirs and pulled her back down to snuggle with them. The giant rock they lay on held the warmth from the sun like a heating pad so that everyone was comfortable for a few hours after the sun went down, until the night wind started to whistle through the crag and it was time to descend back to the camp. The boys transformed, much more quickly this time, and each letting out a blood curdling howl they moved toward the edge of the rock. Bob grabbed Sam in one arm and the werewolves jumped off the high place, landing daintily on their feet in the camp sight like cats. It was enough to make Sam wonder if the werewolves had more characteristics in common with cats than they did with dogs. As if sensing her question Bob spoke after shifting back into human form.

  “Werewolves are a funny mythical beast, all things considered,” Bob said. “There are a lot of different kinds, and not all of the sects get along, but one thing we have in common is that we are all hated and hunted by humanity. Always have been, and always will be.”

  “But why?” Sam said. “Why do humans hate werewolves when you can obviously live among us no problem?”

  “It's not always like this,” Dave said. “Sometimes werewolves feel the need to satisfy an ancient blood lust and people get hurt, or maybe a werewolf loses its temper and accidently kills someone. Or maybe the moon comes out and a wife rolls over to find her husband has shifted into a hairy, terrifying beast with big fangs and long claws. We just happen to be three really good friends with open minds and open hearts. No matter what happens we will always be friends. But sometimes our story doesn't happen for everyone, and feelings get hurt, and maybe even people get hurt.”

  Sam didn't know what to say so she just nodded in agreement, her mind a blank as she tried to absorb as much information as possible.

  “It's important this stay a secret, Sam,” Bob said. “I know that I don't need to tell you this but I will anyway, just to be sure you realize how important it is. If anyone finds out that we are werewolves the government will come looking for us. Werewolfism is transmitted through a viral disease that only some are susceptible to. The Center for Disease Control will come in with its teams of gunmen and hunt us down like dogs.”

  Sam gasped at the thought, and put her head in her hands. She was afraid that she might let her friends down in the future, and in doing so that she would let herself down as well. Maybe she wouldn't though. No, she decided, she wouldn't. She would be strong for herself and her friends. Even though it would be really hard to keep such a big secret to herself she knew that she would be able to because it was so important to her that she keep her friends safe. The bond that the three of them shared was unlike any Sam had ever felt before. It made her want to hug them both tight and close, so that's what she did.

  That night all t
hree slept in each other’s arms in the tent. That night they made their way back to town, and the weekend was over. School the next week seemed so mundane to Sam as she thought about how her friends could transform into werewolves at will and run up cliff faces. There was probably a lot of other stuff they could do that she hadn't even thought about and she was excited to find out what they were. Could the boys swim really well? Could they climb trees like it was second nature? Could they bend steel and jump small buildings? Nothing seemed too far-fetched as she day dreamed about going camping with the boys again the next weekend. By the Tuesday of that week she had already planned out the next trip and gotten everyone on board. She thought about all the fun they would have in class while she sat at her desk looking at the homework in front of her. When she got up to leave the room she looked over her shoulder and it was as she had feared, she'd left a moisture spot from her panties on the seat from thinking about how good the boys would look naked.

  The week flew by and they went camping again and had a blast again. The year ahead of them looked like it held so much promise and Sam was glad to have such good friends to do fun things with. As the semester went on and Christmas approached the bond between the three became so close that they were rarely seen not in each other's company. Sam and the two young werewolves formed their own little pack of three, and Sam took both of the boys to be her lovers and friends. It was strange to all of them at first to be in a love triangle, but it worked well, especially since Sam found herself in possession of a sex drive that was much greater than she had ever known before the werewolves unleashed it inside of her.

  As the snow came the boys grew hairier and started to spend more time out at night. The snow didn't make them cold at all, their thick hides and heavy, course hair keeping them warm even in subzero temperatures. Sam did her best to keep with them as they sprinted at amazing speed from tree to tree in the mountain forest. Soon grades came and Sam and the boys all had very high marks. The boys’ parents praised them and told them that they were glad they had found Sam, someone who encouraged them to do well in school and really apply themselves. As the semester wound down and the holiday approached Sam thought back to the times in high school when she hadn't had friends, before she'd been a cheerleader and before she'd met two of the best werewolves anyone could ask for. Now she was respected at school and was never lonely, and she had two of the best lovers in the world. When her parents asked her what she wanted for Christmas she said nothing because all her dreams had already come true. And she wouldn't trade any of it for the world.

  THE END

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  Under Their Influence

  Chapter 1 New Job, Old Flame

  Finally, I’ve got a job doing what I do best, office work. I studied typing and shorthand at the local college and have been looking for the perfect job ever since. I’ve been working in the university store since I left school, but I’ve been trying to improve my job prospects, for ages. It’s not that I didn't like my old job, I got to meet lots of locals, many I know by first name now, but I had more ambition than simply being a store girl. I decided to stay in my home town and the university was the only place with jobs, at that point in time. Being patient paid off, and now I’m working in a Real Estate office, not too exciting, but it’s a growing trade in this town. As the population expands, so does the building of new homes. I’m only a clerk, but there’s room for promotion at my age, and I am ambitious.

  Lots of the kids at my school left this mountainous region for jobs in the cities, but not me. I have a lovely family and just couldn’t bring myself to leave mom, especially when we lost dad soon after I’d finished school, but it was expected after his long illness. He would have been proud of me, staying with mom to help bring up my younger siblings. I suppose that was why I stuck at a mundane job, it meant I could help mom with the income.

  Now, I’m on more money and I feel ambitious. In my early twenties, with family problems easing off, I may even get my own place, after all I do work in Real Estate.

  You can imagine how excited I am on my first day, and everyone in the office welcomes me. I think I’m going to like it here. At first I felt a bit shy, but having worked as a cashier in a shop does get you talking to people you don’t know, even if most of them were students. Anyway, it’s not long before I’m chatting with my new colleagues and enjoying being part of the team. I work at the front of house which means, once I’m settled, I will get to cover for reception duties. Maya, the full time Receptionist, said she will train me up fully and was glad that at last she would have some one to help ease the load. They hadn’t had a trainee for at least two years, because business had been bleak, but with the latest increase in construction, it has created this opening, which is great for me.

  My tasks, to start with, are a bit mundane, but I expected that, so I wasn’t surprised that I ended up spending the first few days filing. Tomorrow I’ll get my own login for the computer and the real work will begin. I was deep in thought, placing records in alphabetical order, when a familiar voice broke my concentration. I turned around and there stood before me is an old flame, Matthew, and wow, he’s matured into a handsome looking guy. We split up because he went off to study and I stayed behind. Now he’s back and I like the look of what I see. He always was a big guy, tall, broad chest, wide shoulders, and he seems to have filled out even more since I last saw him. Couple that with his handsome features of a broad mouth with full lips, and sparkling blue eyes, makes him one handsome hunk.

  “Hello, Matthew Ogata, fancy bumping into you after all these years,” I said, keen to make myself known by him.

  The look of surprise on his face was classic.

  “Leah Parker, wow, look at you now,” giving me an admiring glance before pulling me into a friendly embrace.

  “Yeah,” I said, “I think we’ve both grown up a bit. You’re even taller.”

  “And you,” he said, making a female shape with his hands, “you’ve gotten all curvaceous.”

  I could feel the heat rise in my face at his compliment, all I could do was giggle in embarrassment. Way to go Leah Parker, I thought to myself, he must think me a provincial hick, who hasn't developed since he last saw me.

  “Are you the new Office Trainee?” he asked.

  “Yep, that’s me. I didn’t do much after school ‘cos of my pa. We lost him not much after. But now, my little sisters are all grown up and my ma told me to do something with my life. So. Here I am.”

  “Yeah, here you are and it’s good to see you, and I’m really sorry about your dad,” he said, looking genuinely upset. He didn’t know my pa that well, but they did meet on occasion.

  I felt a little pang of sorrow at the memories of my pa, at that particular time in my life, but, I have to say also, that I felt quite excited at seeing this guy in his classy office suit. I wonder if we could pick up where we left off? I hoped he might ask me out to catch up on old times, but he didn’t. Turns out he has his own office as he’s Senior Management here. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my mom who I bumped into today. You never know, if I play my cards right we might end up dating again?

  Chapter 2 A Broken Heart

  My first week passes by so quickly, with so much to learn and new people to meet. I don’t get to see much of Matthew, but when we bump into each other, he’s always pleasant to me. I really must try and get some time alone with him, so we can talk more on a personal level.

  We have a small room at the back, for staff to sit and have their lunch, if they want to escape their desk. It’s also the place to make coffee. One day I’m sat there eating my lunch and he comes in to pour coffee from the coffee pot. I was so pleased when he spotted me and came and sat with me.

  “How you settling in?” he asked.

  “I love it. I’m going on a course for the computer software, so I’d say I’m learning the ropes. You did okay for yourself anyway, Matthew,” I said, meaning it in a kind way.

  “I worked hard, but I always wanted to
come back to the mountains. I missed the air and I often wondered why you stopped writing to me?” he asked.

  I felt good that he remembered that.

  “It was a bit hard at first, what with my pa. I needed to get out to work and when I was home I had to help my mom with the kids, so we had a few hard years,” I try to explain.

  “You know that you broke my heart,” he said, surprising me. “Because of you I wouldn’t date anyone for ages. You should have told me, it would only have taken a letter.”

  “I know, but I suppose I was so wrapped up in my own world, and I was a bit mad at you for leaving, I think,” I said, feeling a little confused at our old and renewed friendship.

  “Look, we need to catch up with each other,” he suggested. “Let’s meet up some time, away from work. We have a lot to talk about.”

  He got up left, but he’d said I’d broken his heart, I took that as a let’s pick up where we left off, kind of offer. This is so exciting. I still fancy him like mad and him being Senior Management can only help my new career no end. Not that that’s the reason I want to see him again, he’s turned out to be a hunky, muscular kinda guy. I bet he works out at the gym, he just reeks of masculinity and male hormones, I’d love to mix that with my female hormones.

  As a few days pass by, he makes no effort to pick up on his offer, so I decide I’d best encourage him. He’d always been a quiet, shy kind of guy, so maybe he simply needed a little prodding so he’d know that I’m still interested in his company. It’s time to take risks, great big ones. Risks must be done if I want to win this guy back again. I have no idea what I’ll do, just yet, but something will come to me, I’m sort of an impulsive type of person, who makes decisions on the hoof, so eventually something will come in my head, and I’ll just do it.