by Tia Wylder
She climbed off of me and I looked over to Kamaria who was patiently waiting. I stood up and took her hand.
“Come with me,” I said.
Ayumi followed us as I lead Kamaria to the bathroom. The marble countertops were joined by a full length mirror that ran across the back wall. I turned her around and gently guided her to the edge of the counter.
“Lean over,” I said.
She did as she was told and leaned out across the countertop. Through the mirror, I had a perfect view of her luscious breasts as they hung freely from her body. I steadied myself and pushed into her from behind. I watched her mouth open wide as her eyes went shut and she let loose a soft moan. I gripped her waist with both hands and thrusted into her.
As I threw myself into her time and time again, I watched her face and the way her entire body shook with each impact. Her breasts swung beneath her as she bit her lower lip and cried out for more. I felt Ayumi’s hand behind me. She slapped my bare ass hard and started pushing me into Kamaria.
I was going to come, I had to pull out. I looked over to Ayumi who leaned in and whispered into my ear.
“Go on, come inside her, Daiki, you know you want to. You’re a bad boy, you don’t let anything get between you and what you want.”
I detected a sinister element to the way she was speaking, but I was wrapped up in the moment. Before I knew it, I lost control. I fell into Kamaria and came into her as my legs quaked beneath me. Ayumi had a satisfied grin on her face, which brought me back to the moment. Kamaria sighed as she stood up.
We took a shower together, the three of us easily fit into the large space. Ayumi and Kamaria took turns scrubbing my body with colored luffa sponges. I tried to focus on the moment, but my mind was preoccupied with Ayumi’s master plan she was setting into motion.
When they were finished with me, Ayumi and Kamaria went to work lathering each other up with soap. I climbed out of the shower and dried off. Not tonight, but tomorrow, I would have to find out what Ayumi was planning and get ahead of it.
Chapter Six
Kamaria
We all slept in the same bed that night. Ayumi told me that I did well, but I didn’t like her. Daiki on the other hand was someone special. He had a way about him that made him look powerful, but deep down he cared for others. I could feel his passion when he was inside me, and I wanted it again.
Ayumi had told me things, things that would ruin her plans. I didn’t want to keep secrets from Daiki. I wanted her gone and I wanted him all to myself. The only way to do that was to somehow tell him Ayumi’s secrets. It felt good to sleep in a real bed again. I slept naked in the soft sheets and rolled over to press myself against Daiki’s muscular chest. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close as I fell asleep.
The next day, Ayumi left for work and I was alone with Daiki. I loved the way he looked at me. He seemed so grateful when I cooked him meals and attended to his needs. Ayumi didn’t seem like the kind of person who had compassion like that. Days went by, followed by weeks. We had sex several more times. I played along, but I didn’t like Ayumi, I wanted to be alone with Daiki.
After a month I finally decided that he had to know. I walked over to him as he sat on the couch and watched something on the television.
“Daiki, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said.
“What is it Kamaria?”
“Ayumi is planning to divorce you and take half of your fortune so she can remarry her new lover,” I said.
Daiki turned off the television and turned to face me.
“How do you know this?” he asked.
“She told me. She wanted me to steal your attention and make you fall in love with me so you would come to the decision on your own.”
He stood up and rubbed his face with one of his hands as he stared into the distance.
“Why are you telling me then?”
“I care about you, and I think you care about me too.”
He walked over to me and softly kissed my forehead.
“I do care about you, Kamaria, but if this is true, I need proof,” he said.
“There’s more,” I said.
“More? Out with it.”
I pulled a pregnancy test out of my pocket and handed to him. It was positive. I could see the color drain from his face as he looked at it.
“I saw this one coming,” he said.
“I don’t want to become a single parent, Daiki, I want to be with you, and I want to have a family!” I pleaded.
He kissed me hard and nodded.
“You’ll have all those things. First I need to deal with Ayumi. If I can find evidence that she’s been cheating on me, she’ll have nothing.”
I followed Daiki into her room and watched as he furiously went through her things. I heard the door open and he spun around. I had been dreading this moment, but it was going to happen sooner or later. I just hoped my story wouldn’t leave me with a pregnancy ending and no father for the child.
Daiki charged out of the room.
“I know everything Ayumi! Who is he?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
I walked out of the room to face what I had done. Ayumi lowered her eyes at me.
“You didn’t,” she said.
“It’s not right! He’s a good person, he deserved to know!”
Ayumi shook her head. “Oh you naive little worm. He’s not a good person, he’s an arms dealer!”
Daiki looked over at Ayumi and she chuckled.
“You seriously thought I didn’t know? I’m not stupid, Daiki.”
“Don’t change the subject, you were trying to frame me so you could take half of everything I have!” Daiki shouted.
Ayumi shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m guessing you have a little one on the way with your mail order bride there.”
Daiki paused and I saw him clench his fists. I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Just let her have it,” I said.
Daiki looked over at me with a startled expression.
“You’re taking her side? She doesn’t deserve a cent of my fortune!”
“Neither do you.”
His mouth dropped open.
“Think about how you made that money. You helped people kill each other. That blood is on your hands, Daiki. This is your chance to start a new life, with me. You’ll make your money back, but this time you’ll do it right.”
I saw his eyes light up. I could tell that he had doubts about his work, but Ayumi never helped him face those inner demons. He looked over to her.
“Get out, I’ll send a lawyer with the paperwork.”
“I have things here, you can’t kick me out!” Ayumi shouted.
He turned and looked at her.
“I just did. Send me your new boy toy’s address and I’ll have your things shipped. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Ayumi grabbed her keys and walked to the door.
“Fine, Daiki, have it your way! I hope you two have a happy life!”
He turned away from her and looked at me as she slammed the door. I saw happiness in his eyes, and the same was reflected in mine. He smiled.
“Oh, I’m sure we will.”
The Billionaire Wolf Shifters
Chapter One
I’ve often asked myself if what I am is a gift or a curse. The blood of the dire wolf flows through me; it is an extinct blood that has long been forgotten by the Earth and its people. I have the strength of humans and dire wolves without the weakness of either. Time has forgotten me, and all those I have ever loved have succumbed to death, yet I live on. I was truly alone in a world that no longer had need of me.
For countless decades I have roamed the halls of a castle that I built hundreds of years ago with my blood, sweat, and tears. Even with the help of my allies, friends, and fellow warriors, it took almost a lifetime to build. While their bodies wasted away, mine stood aside the flow of time. They didn’t know my secret, no one
did. When the moon hung high in the sky, casting its white glow down upon the world, the blood of the dire wolf took hold.
My skin fell away as my bones shattered and reformed. My body was covered in a thick layer of matted grey fur as thick teeth erupted from my newly formed snout. I couldn’t control the transformation. It would come as it pleased and leave me a slave to the ancient instincts of a long dead race.
On those nights I would leave the castle, despite my many attempts to keep myself captive on those cold nights. I would chain myself to the wall in the deepest corner of my empty dungeon and wait for the wolf to take over. The chains did nothing to hold a creature without arms, and though metal bars sealed the exit to the chamber, the dire wolf would always find a way to escape. I would often wake up the following morning in my own bedroom with a vicious headache and a vague memory of the night before.
The dire wolf dug a tunnel beneath the door. The dire wolf found a loose stone and pried it free, thus compromising the outer wall. The dire wolf did what it must to be free and hunt as it had always known. Thought my memories of the hunt were always fuzzy, I relived parts of them in my dreams. My prey was anything that dared to roam the endless frozen forests outside my isolated home.
I tracked my prey with a precision unknown to today’s predators. The sensations were incredible; I could smell their fear just before the dire wolf attacked. There was a time, hundreds of years ago, when humans used to roam these forests. During those years, a legend was spread of a giant wolf that would devour explorers who ventured too deep into the woods on a night when the moon was full.
It was I they spoke of, I saw it in my dreams. They created stories, stories that came close to the truth, but still left many of the details unspoken. They called me a werewolf, that was the name I had been assigned. I was not a werewolf; I was a shifter, one of many. Still, humans had their stories to help their feeble minds comprehend something they couldn’t possibly understand.
For the longest time, I embraced the dire wolf and its need to hunt, but soon the humans realized that their murdered sons and husbands always seemed to be found near my castle. They came with fire and blades to kill me. They waited until the moon was gone from the sky, and they struck without warning.
Moon or no moon, the dire wolf would not be threatened by its prey. I lost control that night, hundreds of years ago. I still have nightmares of the slaughter. The dire wolf was a perfect predator perhaps that is why nature sought to balance the scales and kill off the entire species. I slaughtered countless people before the villagers were freed of their bloodlust by fear and fled back into the forest.
When I awoke the next morning, I was covered in their blood. It was then that I knew this gift of mine was a curse. I had spent so long secluded from the rest of the world, but it was clear that I could not hide forever. The dire wolf would not be subdued, and it would not permit me to take my life.
No, I had to seek control. I ventured forth from my castle and traveled across the lands looking for others like myself. There were those with the blood of a bear, a lion, a tiger, and many other powerful beasts flowing through them. Other shifters like me who also struggled to control their shifts. Most had simply succumbed to their animal spirit and became feral as both human and beast.
Others stayed isolated and moved from place-to-place seeking new refuge and a place where their transformation would not result in the deaths of innocent lives. Meanwhile, humans continued telling their stories of monsters that hid beneath their beds and sulked in the shadows. We shifters were creatures of myth and fear, used to control and subjugate the masses through a uniform terror.
After countless years I came into the presence of an ancient and forgotten tribe. They found me after a hunt, naked and freezing. They took me into their village and brought me to a shaman who lay on his deathbed. They clothed me and when I recovered, I spoke to the shaman. He told me that his people were among the first shifters. He had lived for thousands of years, but now death had found him.
He spoke of a future where our kind would be driven to extinction by humans who were too fearful to understand our place in the world. He told me that he had spent the last several decades of his life trying to create a formula. It was supposed to be a serum that would allow shifters to control their animal spirits and thus keep themselves hidden from the prying eyes of humans.
He was close, he knew it. He gave me everything he had and told me to finish his work. When I asked him why he had chosen me, he shook his head:
No, wolf it is not I that chose you, but you who have chosen me. Your journey is at an end, return to your home and save our people.
I returned to my castle and set about creating a means of saving our people. Countless failures only served as fuel for the fires of my resolve. When I finally perfected the formula, I found myself living in a brave new world where anything could be bought or sold at the right price. With my new formula in hand, I set about creating a business empire that would not only provide me with the means to save my people, but with the power to ensure that no human could stop me.
Chapter Two
Present Day
Humans liked to think they had total control over the world they lived in, that they were at the top of the food chain. In reality, many of the people they knew as leaders and celebrities were shifters that had achieved a mainstream lifestyle through my medicine, now labeled a drug by modern society. Weekly doses would ensure that a shifter could resist the transformation and choose to transform whenever they liked.
It was not a perfect solution. The voices of the beasts within them still called out, but their cries were reduced to a dull roar when taking my medicine. I never gave it a name, for the shaman that had bestowed it upon me never decided on one. The people who purchased it from me around the world took to calling it “Instinct.”
My secluded location in northeastern Russia made shipping one of the premiere costs of my growing business, but those costs were quickly balanced by the ludicrous rates shifters were willing to pay for their supplies of Instinct. To prevent copycats, I made all the batches myself, which meant that I spent a majority of my time in my lab in the bowels of the castle.
Centuries of lifetime had afforded me not only strength and brawn, but also a genius intellect in the field of medicine. I refined Instinct with each batch I created, and while others made pitiful attempts to recreate the recipe, no one has been able to touch my empire. My connections with shifters in powerful positions of government also ensured that my products made it across international and state lines without hassle.
As I perfected the formula for Instinct, I found ways to allow the strengths of the beast to meld with the human side. Even in my human form, I had impeccable hearing, however it was not consistent. I had a theory that it was only triggered by adrenaline. Danger was the only thing that could awaken the sleeping beast within me.
My hands shook as I worked tirelessly with the equipment that lined my lab. Winding glass tubes travelled from basins to flasks. The process was complex and long. A single batch could easily take eight hours or more. I would often work through the night, pausing to sleep only if absolutely necessary. I picked up one of the flasks that contained a mixture of fermented liquids and breathed in the pungent scent.
A loud crash came from the floor above me. I set the flask down as my heart galloped in my chest. I heard methodical footsteps as adrenaline flooded my veins. As I made my way up the darkened stone stairway to the main floor, my heightened senses kicked in. I heard the ragged breathing of beasts and the slow pace of a predator.
I carefully approached the door at the top of the stairs. With as little pressure as possible, I pushed the door open and looked through the sliver of light. Moonlight passed through the glass windows of the main hall. I couldn’t see the intruders, but I could hear them. I stepped out of the doorway and into the main hall. I heard the low growl of a beast to my right. I turned and saw a lion standing before me. It bared its teeth as it slowly a
pproached.
Another emerged from the shadows to my left. These lions were a long way from home, they had to be shifters.
“Do you know who I am? I am Sergei Ivanov, creator of Instinct and last of the dire wolf clan! You will abandon your beast forms, or you will die by my hand!” I shouted.
The lion to my right leapt forward. Its claws dug deep into the flesh of my shoulder as I fell to the ground. I threw the lion off and relinquished control as rage consumed me. The beast within was more than happy to come forth. Thick fur ripped through my skin as my bones shattered and reformed. Instinct worked against the process, but with enough focus and a catalyst like danger, the beast would break free.
It was painful beyond measure. I could feel the very structure of my body, my organs, and bones changing. Perhaps the most terrifying aspect was the change in facial structure. My eyes shattered like glass and I was submerged in darkness as my entire head formed into a long snout and my teeth grew into thick teeth.
I stood to my feet as a dire wolf and looked through the eyes of a predator that hasn’t roamed this world for thousands of years. The two lions stood on either side of me. I had some control over the dire wolf, but its instincts were sometimes too powerful to control. I was forced to watch as the violence unfolded in moments like these.
The lions made the first move and charged toward me. I felt my legs clench and I shot off just as the lions closed in. I ran to the far end of the hall and spun around to face them. They regrouped and came at me again. My lips peeled back, and a fierce snarling bark came from deep in my throat. The lions showed no signs of stopping. The wolf took over and leapt with incredible speed onto the back of the right lion. It let loose a shriek of pain as my nails dug into the flesh of its back. I brought my open jaws down around its neck and bit with incredible force.