Gathering Darkness: A Paranormal Romance Collection

by Anna Zaires

  “Yeah, trust us. The inside looks much better than the outside.” Hawke assured her.

  “I will take your word for it.”

  “We keep the outside like this to keep people away.” Stefani admitted. “But if you want to make any changes feel free.

  “I just might.” Becky whispered. She followed Hawke into the house and again her jaw dropped. While the outside of the house would be a horror fan’s wet dream, the inside was the kind you would find in expensive magazines. “Why?”

  “Just because we are vampires, doesn’t mean we have to live like monsters.” Hawke lifted her up. “We will give you grand tour tomorrow, but first before you change your mind, let’s go to bed.”

  He took her in a bedroom that was obviously theirs. The bed even bigger than the one in the penthouse. Fabric ripped and Becky was soon naked and on the bed. Stefani kissed her. Her tongue massaging Becky’s before sucking it in her mouth. Her hand moving down to Becky’s pussy. “You are already wet.”

  Becky almost came on the spot as Stefani sucked one finger clean, than the other. She heard a drawer open and a buzz. Becky’s pussy filled with her juices as she heard the sound of a vibrator. Stefani’s mouth moved downward, licking her nipple and sucking each one between her lips before moving between Becky’s thighs and sucked her clit.

  Becky sucked in her breath. She loved it when Stefani ate her. She could feel her juices trickle down in anticipation. Sealing her mouth over Becky’s pussy, her tongue pushed inside. The bed shifted and male lips covered her own. His own tongue soon establishing a rhythm with that seemed to match the one inside her pussy, eating her. Hawke’s hand moved to her breast and started pinching and twisting her nipples. She had learned in the past month that she loved rough play. They hadn’t gone a far as some of the books she liked to read, not yet anyway. Hawke’s firm lips moved downward. His tongue now licking her clit as Stefani’s tongue touched Becky’s g-spot.

  Becky was moving wildly on the bed. Moving her hips against the lips that gave her so much pleasure. She needed to come badly. Stefani moved her mouth away and licked the vein near her thigh, but didn’t bite.

  Becky wished they would just bite her already. She wanted to belong to them as no one else ever had.

  Hawke once again moved up and kissed her. His lips moving to her neck and licked the vein there. She cried out as two pairs of fangs sank into her. Hawke on her neck and Stefani on her thigh and drank. They drank long and deep. Longer than they ever had in the past. She started to get a bit sleepy when they pulled away.

  Stefani climbed on top of Hawke and lowered herself on to his cock and started to move. Becky curled on her side and watched as Hawke and Stefani sank their fangs into each other’s shoulders and drank. Stefani moving up and down on Hawke’s cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room.

  She heard muffled groans and Hawke’s jaw clenched as he came inside of Stefani. Once spent, Stefani moved off of Hawke and kissed Becky. “Ready?”

  “Never been more ready for anything in my life.” Becky admitted. “What do I do?”

  Stefani scratched a spot right above her nipple. “Drink.” She placed Becky’s head against her breast.

  Instinctively Becky knew what to do. Sealing her lips over the wound she drank. The taste of blood exploded in her mouth. The taste almost rivaled chocolate. Almost. She drank, until Stefani moved her head away and kissed her. “You did very well. Now it’s Hawke’s turn.”

  Like Stefani, Hawke scratched above his nipple. Without being told, Becky moved towards the blood that dripped and drank. She could feel the warmth of the blood that she had drunk spread through her veins.

  “You belong to us for eternity.” Hawke kissed her lightly.

  “Forever.” She agreed and kissed him and Stefani. “I love you.”

  Stefani kissed her neck. “The word love seems so weak to what I feel.” She said before rolling Becky on her back and started the pleasure all over again.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Izzy Szyn was born in Detroit, Michigan and lived there until three years ago to move to Oklahoma City. She currently works in a call center and spends her time between calls writing. Happily single, she has a four-legged fur child named Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/terrier that you will ever meet.

  You can contact Izzy by email at Izzyszyn@gmail.com

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  Let the Fur Fly

  by Jennika Snow

  It’s a Shifter Thing, 1

  Two shifters, one night…the fur will definitely fly.

  Hannah has just come into her mating heat and wants Beau to ease her suffering. But Beau is an over-the-top alpha, and used to having his way in all things. For what she needs him for, though, Hannah knows he is just the shifter to have her blissfully sated.

  When she propositions him for one night of uninhibited sex, she doesn’t realize the feelings that will rise inside of her when she’s with the wolf shifter. But Beau doesn’t seem ready to let her go just yet either.

  Hannah must decide if being with a growly alpha shifter is really what she wants.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Hannah woke and instantly knew she was in her mating heat. Her pussy ached, literally ached to feel a male touching her, smelling her, and fucking her so hard she couldn’t even see straight. Damn her wolf shifting genetics, and damn the fact that only females went through this. Her nipples were rock hard, pushing right through the thin layer of her shirt almost obscenely. She pushed herself up, pulled the material away from her chest, and closed her eyes. At twenty-one she shouldn’t still feel this intense, adolescent desire to dry hump the opposite sex. If she were human, she wouldn’t be. It wasn’t as if she’d never had a guy touch her, kiss her, or hell, get her off, but she was, embarrassingly so, still a virgin.

  She lived in the small shifter community in the secluded town of Mount Redford, Alaska. Shifters weren’t hidden, didn’t need to be since they had “come out of the closet” several decades ago. No, they lived happily beside humans. However, Mount Redford was exclusively for shifters. It included all manner of animals; so even though Hannah had plenty of dick to choose from for this particular problem she was having, she knew that only one male could satisfy her. Only one male could make her feel so thoroughly satisfied that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.

  Beau McKenzie.

  Just thinking of the wolf shifter had her pussy growing even wetter, her nipples practically throbbing to be sucked on, and a flush stealing over her. God, he was so masculine, so potent, and so intense. He was a slut, a major man-whore, but he was so damn gorgeous, and his voice had the female population wanting to get buck naked and bending at the waist to grab their ankles. She didn’t know if he just had an abundance of sex appeal, or maybe the pheromones that radiated from him were so damn potent that females were eagerly willing to submit. Whatever it was, she was feeling it to the nth degree now.

  Although this was her first mating season, Hannah could already tell how horrendous it would be. She stood, walked over to the bathroom, and turned on the light. Her skin was so sensitive she could feel the very air moving along her flesh. And her breasts, God, her breasts were so damn swollen. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she pushed away her long auburn air, took in how flushed her cheeks were and how wide her blue eyes seemed, and groaned. Yeah, she knew how this would go, and she was dreading it.

  Despite a female shifter starting her mating heat anywhere between the age of twenty and twenty-five, they still had sexual needs and desires before that. She just had never gone all the way with them. But now that this heat was consuming her, she couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t hope it would leave, and she could go on with her life. Instinct said she needed shifter cum in her to ease the hot, swollen feeling that filled her pussy. It was the only cure, and although it might sound disgusting to a human, right now, especially to Hannah, it sounded so fucking hot.

 
Her pussy throbbed and her clit tingled at the thought of asking Beau to be her first, to come inside her, and to ease her discomfort. When she headed to the shower, her legs pressed together, causing her pussy to rub against her engorged clit.

  Hannah was so ready to be taken, to be under a shifter male—Beau preferably since he wouldn’t want anything more from her than one night—and to feel him pump inside of her.

  ***

  Hannah’s arousal was still intense, even after she had taken her shower. She’d tried to ease her arousal-induced suffering by masturbating. All that managed to do was make her even hotter and more frustrated. The orgasm she’d had in the shower had been a torture after it was all said and done. Now she really wanted to have sex, like so much that she’d forgo eating and sleeping just to make it happen.

  The small Internet café in town where she worked was busy when she got there, but then again, the only decent connection in Mount Redford was in this building, and it tended to bring customers in. Most of the patrons inside were in their late teens and early twenties, and although they didn’t buy more than a soda and bag of chips, they did have to pay a small fee for using the Internet.

  “Wondered when you’d show. You’re like twenty minutes late,” Laura, the cashier, said as she checked someone out, but she wasn’t looking at Hannah. She handed the customer a plastic card with the Internet password. It gave the customers an allotted amount of usage time. Although Hannah was sure in some places around the country, this shit was free, they were in the backwoods of Alaska, and this was as good as it got.

  When the customer walked away, Laura turned her back to Hannah to grab some cups and napkins. “Girl, you will not believe what Stewart left in the bathroom.” She set the cups on the counter. “Poopourri, and yes, it is exactly what it sounds like.” Laura faced Hannah, napkins in hand. “You okay?” She knitted her brows, clearly able to tell how flustered Hannah was.

  “I’m fine,” Hannah said, inhaling a deep breath. She braced her hands on the counter and exhaled. Her pussy was dripping wet, so soaked that her panties were saturated, her clit still throbbed, and she didn’t know how she’d be able to work through the entire day. When she moved toward the backroom to get her apron, everything inside of her froze. The scent of wild, primal male filled her nose, and it took everything she had inside her not to moan.

  Beau. Beau was here.

  She felt it in her blood. It had her breasts becoming even fuller and her pussy tingling. Slowly turning around, she stared at him as he pulled the door fully open, stepped inside, and let it close behind him. He lifted his hand, removed his sunglasses, and the air whooshed out of her. He was just so dominant, even though he was just standing there in a pair of worn jeans that made his crotch look especially bulgy today.

  No, you’re just a horny bitch right now.

  Yeah, she was, but she didn’t care. He was big, so big and muscular. Reaching out and gripping the counter with one hand, Hannah clenched her thighs together. She swore that Beau inhaled and growled out, but maybe that was just her overly attuned senses wanting him to take notice that she was in a full-on mating heat.

  She just wanted to rip her pants off, put her fingers between her thighs, and thrust them into her wet hole to relieve the ache that had settled there. Beau looked around the café, his nostrils flaring slightly, and then he stared right at her. As if this intense heat slammed into her, Hannah took a step back. The movement had her breasts shaking back and forth. The way she pressed her legs together seemed to pinch her labia together until they were squeezing her clit mercilessly.

  And then she heard him growl, a low, deep, primal sound that had her heart stalling in her chest. A female shifter was more animal than human when the mating heat overcame them, and although it only happened with the females, that didn’t mean the males weren’t affected by the scent of a female in their prime, needing sex to ease their suffering. But a male shifter … a male shifter was always more animal than human no matter what, always so feral and dominant, and Beau was much more so. He moved a step closer, as if he couldn’t stop himself from heading toward her. The wolf inside him flashed to the surface, and she knew that he couldn’t control himself around her, not when it was clear his animal wanted to ease her. She could smell it in the air, feel it cover her as with each breath he took.

  She was in hell, plain and simple, and she wanted Beau to ease that pain, to help her through this.

  Everything around her was amplified. The scent of the coffee was overwhelming, the sun outside was overly bright, and the voices in the café were ear splitting. But despite all of that, only one thing held her attention. Beau.

  He kept coming closer, and she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to. And then he stood right in front of her, and although she felt like everyone was watching them, seeing this very intense nonverbal communication going on, she didn’t care. If she knew she wouldn’t get fired, or probably arrested for indecent exposure, she would have torn his jeans open, pulled out his dick, and bounced on him like he was her very own pogo stick.

  She had known Beau since she was a child—kind of hard not to when they had lived in Mount Redford their whole lives—and although she had always been attracted to him, it wasn’t until this morning that those feelings had gone rogue. He liked sex, a lot of sex in fact, and he didn’t care what anyone thought on the matter. Hannah had seen him on dates constantly.

  Each night it seemed it was with a different woman, and although she should feel disgust that he had so much random, meaningless sex, she knew he’d only want that from her. She didn’t want a man in her life, especially not a shifter. They were too demanding, too alpha, and she was independent, had her own place and life. Right now, for this particular situation, she wanted a male that could handle what she needed: a night of good, hard fucking.

  Despite the fact he was three years older than she was and so very wrong for her on so many levels, he had been the only one she wanted to pop her cherry. He was the only one she’d wanted to ease this fucking heat from the moment she had known she’d be going through it.

  He moved even closer to her, lowered his head to her neck, and although it was totally inappropriate for her to be doing and allowing at her work, who the fuck cared. He inhaled deeply, and the sound went right to her clit.

  “You’re primed, female.” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “And you’re in need of a male to help you with that, aren’t you?”

  When she moved back, further from him the counter stopped her retreat.

  It wasn’t as if she was trying very hard to get away, but she had to make it seem like she wasn’t easy … right?

  “Well, female? You want me to help you with your problem?” He placed his hands on either side of her, leaned in closer, and inhaled again. “Mmm, I’ve never been with a virgin, let alone one in her heat.”

  Hannah didn’t have to question how he’d known she was a virgin; the scent of her untouched body surrounded her. She could smell it and knew it was amplified right now. Staring into his light blue eyes, she took in his short, spiky black hair, and lowered her gaze to take in his straight, strong nose, square jaw, and the dark stubble that covered it.

  “Yeah.” And that was all she said, because he growled low in his throat, looked down at her lips, and then moved away from her. He walked right out of the café without doing what he’d come in for. When she snapped out of her haze, she glanced around. The only noise was coming from the overhead speakers. There were several gazes on her, some wide-eyed, others narrowed in disgust.

  “Wow,” Laura said.

  Hannah glanced at the other wolf female, saw that Laura’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes wide, and knew that she’d put on a massively inappropriate show. But God, what a show it had been.

  CHAPTER TWO

  When Hannah pulled into her driveway and cut the engine, she rested her head back against the seat. The condo she lived in was small, but with the couple that lived next door on vacation in
Anchorage, she didn’t have to worry about small talk like she did every time they saw her. She hadn’t spoken to Beau about when he was going to help…ease her. He’d asked, she’d answered, and that was all.

  Hannah had suffered all damn day with damp panties, her nipples feeling like they would stab through her bra and shirt, and her mind filled with images of Beau bending her over any and every counter in her home as he fucked the heat right out of her.

  The sound of a motorcycle coming closer had her turning in her seat and watching in a haze as Beau pulled onto her street, and then right in beside her car. He cut the engine, and Hannah felt her heart start racing, her pussy start creaming even more, and that damn heat filling her double-time. It had been at a semi-manageable level since she'd left the café, but now, seeing him straddling that massive black bike and looking right at her had her thinking of all the filthy fucking things she wanted him to do to her. This was unorthodox, probably slutty in every single way, but it felt right, and wasn’t that what mattered?

  He dismounted the bike, took off his sunglasses, and stared at her for several seconds. As he watched her, like a predator about to attack his prey, she felt like she was in a surreal universe. She was about to fuck Beau McKenzie, that was a given.

  When she climbed out of the car and met him at the front bumper, all she could do was stare at him. He wasn’t a male of many words, but for what she wanted him for tonight, that was just fine with her. It didn’t matter that she’d wanted more from him back in the day, or that she’d wished she could be one of those women on his arm, having his attention, and not wanting for anything because she knew he’d make sure she was well taken care of. Hannah was not ashamed to say she had a crush on him, but he wasn’t for her in any way except for right here and right now. She wanted him to use that big dick on her so she didn’t feel like this arousal was going to make her crawl out of her skin.