by Anya Nowlan
The long muzzle disappeared, replaced by a human jaw and features. Tattoos covered his arms and his muscles were firm and as powerful as the large wolf’s. The soft ears retracted and the tail vanished, the beast becoming a man with seemingly little effort. The Alpha had changed into the man she had been flirting with for weeks now, the strong, naked body of Varo standing before her.
“Hello, Bridget,” he said, amber eyes twinkling with slight amusement at her stunned expression. Bridget thought she would pass out.
“W-What is this, what are you?” Bridget gasped, her thoughts running in every which way, trying to comprehend what was going on. The man simply smirked a little and cast a look over the pack of wolves that surrounded them at a respectful distance. He stretched out his hand and motioned towards them, making the frightful woman follow the movement of his hand and study each of the wolves. They were all distinctive, with specific markings and slightly differentiated coats. Each was an individual but a member of a greater whole – the pack.
“My pack and I have chosen you as my mate, Bridget. You will be the woman who will carry my pups, who will give me my heirs. Do not look so frightened, being chosen is a gift and one not given lightly.” Varo nodded thoughtfully, the moonlight shining down upon his powerful physique. Bridget couldn’t look away from him as he spoke, her mind spinning in confusion at the things he was saying.
How could they have chosen me? Why? Why me?
“But why me? And who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling and a slight shiver going over her body. The night was cold and without her clothes, she was completely exposed to the elements. Her hands were wrapped around her chest and her legs pulled up to her stomach, protecting what little modesty she had left. Varo cocked his head, looking at her with curiosity and that same intensity twinkling back from his eyes.
“I have chosen you as I feel we have a connection. The bond between an Alpha and his mate is crucial for strong, smart heirs and I believe you are the right woman. The pack agrees. I am a werewolf. My mate must be fully human to guarantee the best offspring and I have spent a great many moons looking for the one. I am glad I have found her, that I have found you.” A hint of softness had come to his eyes, the adrenaline of the playful hunt and catching of his would-be bride now dissipating slowly, giving him time to concentrate on the woman before him with a clear mind.
CHAPTER THREE
She was left wordless by the man, his voice so filled with confidence and conviction. It left little doubt that she was fully expected to give herself to him, to be bred by him simply because he and the pack had decided it so. But no one had asked Bridget for her opinion. No one had cared ask whether she even wanted to lay with the man (well, okay, she did, but still!) or if she wanted children, let alone little werewolves! The fiery redhead scowled, staring at the self-centered beast of a male before her, forgetting for a moment that she was surrounded by a countless number of wolves, ready to strike at their Alpha’s command.
Bridget glowered at the man, for a moment forgetting that she was surrounded by a group of wolves, ready to pounce at her at the slightest command of their Alpha. But no one had asked Bridget for her opinion. No one had cared ask whether she even wanted to lay with the man (well, okay, she did, but still!) or if she wanted children, let alone little werewolves! The woman could barely imagine herself with child to begin with and certainly not as carrying the offspring of some mythical man-beast who captured her on a field. The corners of her mouth sunk a little as she considered her options, trying to figure out whether she had the slightest chance of running away or not.
As handsome and as appealing Varo was, Bridget couldn’t bring herself to willingly submit like he was asking. She had a hard enough time just imagining being with someone who could turn from a wolf into a man, without the talk of puppies and offspring being thrown into the mix.
“I think you’ve got the wrong girl for this, Varo. I’m no wolf-mother,” she said, trying her best to keep any attitude out of her words. The man just chuckled and leant down, hovering above her head. He sniffed deeply, his lungs filling with her scent.
“I can smell your heat on you already, Bridget. You want me inside of you and you will be my mate, it has been decided. Do not fight, it will only make it more difficult,” the man growled, his intense eyes boring a hole right into Bridget’s soul. She gulped again, the resolve melting from her under the commanding gaze of the beast. He was giving her no option, no chance to escape. It was either submit to his will, allow herself to be taken and dominated by this man with the heart of a wolf’s, or fight it and get the same outcome.
Varo didn’t give her time to think further, the man cupping her chin in his hands and tilting her head back as he leant in for a kiss. His lips were soft and the touch intense, a burning heat gathering in Bridget the moment his lips met hers. She groaned against better judgment, her body sinking towards his. The man responded hungrily, taking her face with both hands and kissing her passionately. Bridget could hear the panting of the wolves around her, but with each second it seemed to matter less and less. He was mesmerizing and could not be ignored.
His strong, padded hands trailed over her shoulders and chest, discovering her pale skin and lithe features. Her hands slowly dropped from her breasts to reach for his naked form, his cock now hard and ready to take her. He was magnificent in more ways than one. His huge cock more than enough, regardless of whether he was beast, man or both. The woman sighed breathily as his fingers rasped over her perky nipples, tracing their outline and rubbing them slightly. She was putty in his hands and she was annoyed at herself that it was so easy for him to take her, but he had been right in one regard. They did indeed have a connection, she had felt it long ago and her attraction to him had been irrefutable.
Perhaps there was some kind of magic in the air, the full moon, the cold eyes of the beasts staring at her, but Bridget felt her body relaxing and easing into the moment, into his touch. She kissed him back, mirroring his passion, the two fresh lovers learning of each other with curiosity and lust. She ran her hands up his arms, his strong muscles taut under her touch. His body felt drier, tougher, more powerful than any man she had been with before and his scent was a deep musky one, making her head spin. He was a man that left little to chance and the girl was powerless to fight the urges she felt when he touched her.
Varo pushed her back onto the cold night grass, the slim leaves rustling as she fell into them. He parted her legs with his hands, Bridget now in stunned silence, her eyes fixed on the man, ignoring everything around her. The moonlight cast a deep shadow over her, his powerful back bathed in light as he towered above her. His hands touched her heat, her slit completely wet with expectation and her juices. Varo’s fingers slid between her folds and she moaned hard, her back arching at that slight tough. The toothy smile appeared on his lips again at the sight of the woman’s weakly hidden desire.
He steadied himself and sank in between her legs, settling in place. Their eyes met, the deep amber pools hard to look away for. Her breath caught in her chest as he guided his hard cock to her slit and pushed in, Bridget wanting to scream but not finding her voice for it. He was huge, the head of his cock splitting her open around it. Slow, meticulous moves worked him into her heat, the man completely in control. Each motion felt completely natural, the two bodies entangled in each other, the primal beast taking his mate with deliberate care. Bridget had never felt pleasure like that before, her throat emitting a guttural noise when she managed to finally find her voice.
It was as if his throbbing, veiny cock possessed some kind of power over her, making her do whatever he pleased. She rocked against him, his thrusts building in speed and becoming more yearning, asking more from her. Bridget was glad to give him anything and everything that he wanted, if he would only stay in her for longer and take her with the beastly need she knew to burn in him.
The wolves guarding their sacred act of mating watched on silently, doing as their Alpha had expected them to.
The night was perfect for the joining of the two hearts and bodies, the full moon promising good luck on the combination of wolf and woman. It had taken a long time for the Alpha to choose the woman that he wished to see beside him, strong, willful, elegant and bright. The pack had gone to see her in ones and groups, sitting as patrons at the Rusty Nail, until all of them had agreed to welcome her into the pack. Soon, they hoped, there would be joy in the Alpha’s eyes once more, as his pups were reared and started to learn their place in the world.
Bridget moaned long and hard, his hard rod pounding into her, as if filling even further as time went by. She could hear him growling slightly, his back hunched as he took her as his own. Suddenly, he pulled out of her and flipped her over. The woman was dragged up on her hands and feet, the last strips of her clothing falling from her shoulders and stomach as her hands and knees dug into the ground.
She could see their eyes so clearly now, steam rising from the mouths of the wolves who were watching her be taken by the Alpha. It felt jarring at first, but it was slowly becoming easier for her to handle it, to have them watch. Bridget felt as if something was shifting in her bit by bit, her heart and soul calming from the everyday rush and the dogmas she had taken for granted. She was coming to understand the way of the pack even without words, through something that she had not known existed in her. Perhaps Varo was right, perhaps this was the life for her.
She screamed out in pain and lust as he plunged into her again, his big cock forcing into her awaiting slit. He had no patience anymore, his hands holding her down by her hips roughly as he took her. Varo bucked into her with long, hard motions, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in again. Her body rocked under his lust and unyielding desire, the girl split open by the cock of a beast in need. Tears ran down her cheeks, the pleasure and pain so much to endure, so much to take all at once. He was so big and she had been alone, by choice, for a long time. It was alien to be twisted in such a passionate display and his ample size made it no easier.
His hands grasped at her breasts, kneading the soft, pale flesh. She exhaled deeply as he twisted one of her nipples, pinching it between his talented fingers. Bridget pushed back into him, wanting more of him, all of him. He pressed her head down into the grass and complied, rising higher above her. Varo pounded into her, giving her no moment to breathe or to think, just to scream and writhe under his touch. One hand was holding her down by her neck, long fingers twisting around it and choking her every time she tried to struggle. It was surprisingly exciting. His other hand held her by the hip, fingers digging in as his own need grew and expanded.
She whimpered as she felt something growing in his cock, bulging and making it not go as deep as before. Varo’s breathing had grown heavier, deep inhales and exhales obvious to Bridget’s keen ears now. She squirmed under him, wanting more of him in her, as he had done before.
“You must take it all, Bridget,” he growled, and for a moment she did not understand what he wanted of her. As his thrusts became almost too harsh to bear, she finally understood. The knot in his cock was what she would have to fit in her, as a rightful mate was expected to.
She whimpered pitifully, biting her lip as he showed her no mercy. Bridget arched her back and tried to relax her muscles so she could take the rest of him - the knot that had formed in his cock. Her skin broke out in sweat, the desire to please him taking hold of her and making her try to the best of her abilities to appease him. A feeling of full release washed over her when she finally felt the large bulge pop into her, filling her tightly.
Varo’s movements slowed down immediately, the man growling softly. His thrusts became almost tentative, taking his time as he forced his way into the woman. Bridget was squirming under his hands, the redhead never having felt anything quite like what he was doing to her now. She had had her fair share of weird and wonderful sex, but it had never been quite so animalistic and natural, two bodies coming together as one with a shared goal and a desire to feel and experience everything they had to offer each other. He finally allowed her up a bit from her position, Bridget’s cheek rising from the cool dewy grass. Her body was shivering, but it was not because of the cold. Hot and cold flashes went jutting up and down her spine, making the girl shake with need.
Her orgasm was not far away, the Alpha having bent her to his will and leaving her with no room to disagree or disobey. She was his, taken roughly and by surprise, but eventually seeing his wisdom and their undeniable bond. Bridget bucked into him, desperate to reach her climax. He allowed her that privilege kindly, the Alpha showing his care for the inexperienced mate. Varo rocked into her slowly, stoking the fire but not flaming it out of control. She fell easily into the rhythm, letting him direct her release as he saw fit, as he decided. Suddenly, the powerful man pounded into her, almost making the girl collapse on her stomach.
He would not let up, the soft and gentle demeanor disappeared and replaced by a man who knew what and how she needed it. Her cheeks were flush with excitement, her stomach clenching as she was whisked away by waves of pleasure. She let out a deep, throaty moan that echoed across the tree tops, soon joined by the howls of wolves, distinctly female and rejoicing in her pleasure. Bridget was rendered unable to act or to think as her body experienced the biggest high it had ever been exposed to, thanks to the Alpha’s might cock.
Seeing his mate twist in pleasure, Varo was ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor as well. Bridget had been the one he had hunted for, countless months and years spent on the search for the one worthy woman. Finally, he had her in his hands, taking all that he had to offer with gratitude and enjoyment. His heart swelled with pride, knowing that she would whelp him proud heir, pups that would learn the might of the werewolf kind and the intelligence of pure humans. He had been waiting for this moment so long and he was more than ready to rejoice in the finding of his mate and their first time of pure intimacy with one another.
The great man let out a deep groan and then a long, piercing howl as thick ropes of cum burst into Bridget, filling her with his seed. Countless voices joined him, celebrating in his happiness. The forest quaked with the voices of the wolf pack, marking the finding of their Alpha’s mate.
She collapsed as soon as he pulled out of her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bridget curled up into a small ball on the forest floor, spent and exhausted, the cold of the night slowly coming over her. She watched through half-lidded eyes as the man turned into a beast again, dropping on four legs and growing a luxurious mane. When the transformation was complete, he padded on light feet to greet each of his pack members, rubbing together heads with some of them and nodding to others.
She was seconds from passing out from exhaustion when the first wolves neared her with cautious curiosity. Bridget had no will to fight their advance, nor did she feel the need to. They sniffed at her from a delicate distance and some gave her a solitary lick on the shoulder or back before retreating into the darkness they had come from. The pack met the new mate, marking her scent forever in their collective memory.
Varo trotted back after a short while, staying away until each member had had a chance to approach his tired bride. The large wolf stepped nearer and dropped down on his haunches as he reached Bridget’s side. Her breathing was slowing down finally and the red was disappearing from her cheeks. Varo looked up, staring at the moon with his amber eyes, pondering the future he would have with Bridget and the pack. Only time would tell if the mating was a successful one and if their pairing would bring luck on his pack, but he had a feeling that it would.
He nudged at her a little, making the woman stretch out a bit. Varo curled up right next to her, enveloping the woman in his warmth. They would spend their first night out under the moon, their vigilant pack keeping watch. Bridget’s life would never be the same again, as she was chosen by the Alpha.
THE CHASE
SMUTTY SHIFTER SHORTS
BOOK 2
BY
ANYA NOWLAN
; CHAPTER ONE
The night was cold and sullen, gray clouds hanging onto the black cover of darkness with an iron grip. A full moon peeked out from behind the wispy tufts, hinting at the promise of an evening that one would not soon forget. The city had sunk into nightly calm, disturbances few and far between. A hurrying pedestrian scooted sown the streets every now and then, looking more than determined to reach the relative safety of their home as soon as possible. It was as if they knew what was coming, had a clue as to the evil and brooding gloom that lurked in the dark alleyways and behind forgotten corners.
Elise was sure they couldn’t have known. None of them could. The simple mind of the common man could not bend to accept such things. They balked at the thought of the paranormal, at clear signs of powers much greater than their guns and technology. She understood their reasoning. If she was not forced to admit the existence of beings and things higher, stronger, more demanding than mankind, then she would not hear of it either. But perhaps they felt it in their bones and in the air – the dark, mysterious eeriness that clung to the shadows and drove them to run to their homes faster.