Ravished By The Wolf (Alpha-Male, Succubus Erotica)

by Ashlee Alexander

  “Oh, my.”

  I found myself on all fours, facing the fire, while my animal lover prepared to ride me, the tip of his cock playing around my entrance. I gasped, as he drove inwards, filling me with the luxuriant girth of his instrument.

  “Oh, man…Gerry. Fuck me fast!” Strong hands gripped my hips, while he plundered a sodden path straight to my core. I struggled to grasp the sheepskin. “Omigod! O-mi-god!”

  “God, baby, I’m gettin’ so close. I want you to come with me.”

  “Oh, fuck, Gerry!” I usually required more clitoral stimulation to achieve orgasm, but he had prepared me to such a degree that the solid thrusting would propel me right over the edge. “Oh, God…oh, God.”

  The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cabin, while he hammered me to completion, the orgasm ripping through my system, as a scream tore from my throat. I sounded like a wounded animal, trapped, eviscerated, and on the edge of death. The orgasm, when it hit, cresting at full force, was like a death. It released me completely from all conscious thought, and I was one with the being inside of me, who grunted his release, jetting silky tendrils of semen into my center. He collapsed onto my back: hot, sticky, and satiated, while we descended from the summit, one heartbeat at a time, one breath at a time.

  He shifted, falling to the sheepskin, drawing me into his arms. A wet kiss landed on my forehead. “Jesus, I’m exhausted.”

  “That was nice.”

  “You succubus’s are insatiable.”

  “Um-hum…” I closed my eyes…

  In the morning, we showered together, lathering and rinsing, hands seeking and exploring. He was extra attentive to sensitive areas, making sure I was incredibly clean. I worked his cock with soap, lathering him to bubbly goodness, but all I managed to do was arouse him. I ended up on my knees, while water poured down my back, and ate him, sucking and pleasuring my wolf. He leaned against the tile walls and moaned, while I worked him until my jaws ached.

  “Oh, baby…”

  His balls hung wetly, and they also received attention, my mouth sucking one sac and then the other, sometimes whole. I massaged his tip, working him over and over, until his groans became one long, lusty utterance. He grasped himself from my mouth, rubbing with expert strokes, the tip preparing to burst. I waited for it, feeling several heated dollops land on my face. The water washed the evidence away quickly, and the only indication that we had been naughty was the exhausted, yet satisfied, smile on my lover’s face.

  ~ Chapter Three ~

  “I got pack business to attend to. It won’t take long.” He zipped his leather jacket. “You want me to take you home?”

  “I guess.” The thought of returning to my trailer left me feeling low. I would busy myself with cleaning and laundry or I could sit in the sun and cultivate my tan, but I’d rather be with my new lover. He seemed to sense my mood.

  “You working today?”

  “Nope.”

  “You wanna come with me?” I nodded. “I thought so.” He handed me a helmet. “Here.”

  “Thanks.” My mood had improved instantly.

  “You’re not gonna get too attached to me, are you?”

  “No,” I lied.

  “Good.”

  I was dressed in the clothes I had worn last night, white shorts and a flowery peasant blouse with a tank top underneath. My tan, lean legs straddled the bike, while my arms wound around his waist. He lifted the kickstand, and we took off on the dirt road, with a fair amount of dust billowing behind us. The cabin was in the woods, not far from the fairgrounds where the circus had assembled its tent. A mini carnival had been set up as well, with rides for all ages and a petting zoo. The parking lot was filled with vehicles. We weaved amongst people, families with strollers, teens, and couples, either arriving or making their way to their cars.

  After stowing our helmets, Gerard sniffed the air; his attention was on the trailers near the woods. He took my hand. “Come on, horny pants.”

  “Oh, that’s so not cool.”

  He grinned. “Hot pants.” I shook my head. “Those shorts look really good on you.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You got legs that go on for miles. How tall are you?”

  “Five eight.”

  “Not bad.”

  “How tall are you?”

  “Six three.”

  “Not bad yourself.”

  He held my hand. “You on the pill?”

  I hadn’t been expecting that question, and, in light of our recent activities, there was a real possibility I could be pregnant, but I doubted it. “Um…not really.”

  “Fuck-a-doodle-do.”

  “I had no reason to be on the pill. Who was I gonna sleep with? I’d kill anyone who wasn’t supernatural.”

  “Yeah, I know. Let’s try to be more careful.”

  That’s right. You don’t want children. You’re leaving as soon as you can.

  He squeezed my hand. “Stop that.”

  “Stop what?”

  “I can feel it when your mood shifts. I’m just concerned, honey. I’m a purebred werewolf, and you’re a succubus. What would a kid like that be like? It’s scary as shit to contemplate.”

  I hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, boy.”

  “Yeah, oh, boy. We’re talkin’ something really weird here. It might be some kind of vampire werewolf or somethin’. We need to be more careful. I wish I’d thought of it sooner.” His eyes roamed over my face. “You sorta distracted me.”

  “I’m getting my rag any day now. I think we’re okay.” At least I hoped so. We were heading towards the trailers. There were an assortment of plastic chairs out front and makeshift clothes lines. Several midgets walked by, one walked a small, white dog. “Do you want me to wait somewhere?”

  “You’re with me. There’s no reason why you can’t hear whatever my dad has to say.”

  “Were you ever close?”

  “When I was a kid…but it’s hard being a wolf. We’re always fucking or fighting. There’s no downtime. It leads to friction. Then there’s the history that’s hanging over our heads.”

  “Everybody has history.”

  “Yeah, but we never talked about it, so it festered.”

  “Sounds like a regular family.” Although, I had never had the privilege of experiencing what it was like to be in a real family. It had always been only mom and me. Men didn’t last too long in our company. I had the feeling we were being watched, and I glanced into the distance, seeing several men waiting. They were the same ones I had seen yesterday. “Where are Stuart and Clive?”

  “Probably at a bar. They’re coolin’ their heels waiting for me.”

  The unspoken hung between us. They’re waiting for you to leave. I might only have one more night with Gerard, and that thought was depressing. As we approached, more of the pack appeared, including women, who looked fierce, with tattoos, piercings, and hard, pinched expressions.

  Markus stepped out from a trailer, the door slamming behind him. “Right on time, son.” His eyes lit when they fell on me. “And you brought that girl with you.” His nostrils flared. “You get any sleep?”

  I cringed inwardly. Their sense of smell could pick up on things the ordinary nose could not. He knew we had engaged in intercourse, and having it spoken out loud was embarrassing. The women smirked, crossing their arms over their chests.

  Steven, bruised and battered looking, approached. “Hey, Catherine.”

  I had met him in the woods several nights ago, after the circus had come to town. He had been hungry, and I had taken him in and fed him, getting to know him. Being the runt of the litter, he was frequently picked on.

  “Hey, Steve.”

  “All right, folks,” said Markus. “Let’s take a walk. We got pack business to discuss.”

  “What about her?” asked the woman named Renee. “She’s not pack.”

  “She’s with Gerry. She’s fine. She ain’t exactly human.” This answer didn’t please her in the least, and he
r scowl deepened.

  Mila patted her back. “It’s fine, Renee. She don’t matter anyway.”

  Again I was reminded of my temporary position in Gerard’s life, and it bothered me, but I pushed the emotions aside. “People are so friendly,” I muttered.

  “Eh, don’t worry about those bitches. They’re always unhappy about something.” Gerry squeezed my hand.

  We walked into the woods; the heat of summer hung in the air like a damp blanket. There were four women and five males, myself included. Eager eyes drifted in my direction often, while nostrils flared. My panties were the same ones I had worn yesterday, and they were tinged with Gerard’s sperm and my arousal. It was mortifying to know that all of them could smell this.

  We reached a clearing after a short walk, the trees offering up a fair amount of shade. The pack fanned out in a circle. “Sit, please,” said Markus. “I got a few things I wanna say to my son. I did summon him for a reason, and I’m sure he can figure it out, can’t you?”

  “I have an idea.” Gerard sat, bringing me with him. I was on his lap, with my legs folded before me. I enjoyed the feel of his arms around me. It was safe and comforting. “I know what’s up, and my answer is no.”

  “Well, sure it is.” Markus smiled tightly. “Your lack of interest in your family is well known. When you hightailed it outta here four years ago, you left us high and dry—”

  “Wait a minute. That’s total bullshit, and you know it. I sent you plenty of money, you greedy bastard.”

  “That’s not the kind of high and dry I’m referring to. You didn’t fulfill your pack responsibilities. That’s all gonna change now. You know what I’m talkin’ about, don’t you?”

  “I’m not breeding with these women. You can forget it.”

  “It’s your turn, son. It’s time we had some babies in the family. We need new blood. It’s been too long as it is.”

  “I’ll make a call. I know of a pack in California that’s looking to diversify.”

  “No. We don’t need outside seed.” He glanced at me. “You better not get her pregnant. I don’t know what the fuck she is, but mixing it with werewolf is a risky proposition.”

  “I can manage my own affairs, thank you.”

  “It’s time you take over these affairs.”

  “No.”

  “This ain’t an argument, Gerry. I’m not congress. There’s nothin’ democratic about it. I’m needin’ some surgery, son. I gotta take care of this.” He patted his chest. “There’s some blocked arteries, and God only knows what else. I’m outta commission for a couple of months while I recover. You gotta take over.”

  “Great. You just make Joe the alpha, and we’re square.”

  “His seed ain’t what we need. You’re gonna take your place in the pack and make one or more of these girls pregnant.”

  I could feel Gerard’s anger beginning to flare, as he vibrated with energy beneath me. The entire pack had begun to simmer, like a pot of boiling water; their vivacity had me buzzing, my head spinning.

  “You get yourself another boy. I’m not taking over the pack. It was hard enough to get the hell away from you people. I’m not crazy enough to put myself smack in the middle of this disaster again.”

  “It ain’t a choice.” Markus’s expression looked strained; his skin had taken on an ashen tone. “Don’t make me sick the pack on you, boy. There are ways of getting you to obey your betters.”

  “Oh, that’s just great.” Gerard lifted me from his lap and got to his feet, which prompted the entire pack to do the same. Things were escalating; the tension was almost palpable. “Here we go with the threats. I’m not a kid anymore. You can’t push me around. You can’t treat me like a fucking carpet you walk on.”

  “We need you to return to us, Gerry,” said Mila pleadingly. It was surprising to hear a female voice.

  “I’m really sorry, guys, but no thanks.” He took my hand. “Let’s get outta here.”

  “You son of a bitch!” shouted Markus. “You can’t walk away from m—” He clutched his chest suddenly, as his face twisted with pain. “Shit! Oh, shit!”

  “Markus!” cried Mila. “What’s wrong?” He bent at the waist, clutching his left arm, while he moaned in agony. “Call an ambulance! He’s having a heart attack!”

  ~ Chapter Four ~

  The entire pack had gathered at Clarksville Memorial hospital. Their rough appearance, the torn jeans, tough-looking women, and the dangerous aura they gave off, had forced patients to move to the back of the waiting room. This motley crew of werewolves was indeed a sight to behold. I sat with Gerard; while he guzzled a Coke and stared at the wall with a fixed, yet void expression.

  Mila paced back and forth, her abundant vitality radiating around her. I had inadvertently siphoned off energy from several nurses and the people in the waiting room, so my senses had been elevated. Seeing the pack members like this, the worried looks and desperation, made me almost jealous. If I were sick, truly sick, there would be no one standing outside my hospital room, praying for my survival. Gerard resented his family for imposing their will on his life, but at least he had a family.

  A doctor appeared, and Mila rushed to him. “What’s happening?”

  “Markus is in the recovery room. He needed a bypass and two angioplasties. He responded well, but he’ll have to rest for a few days, under close observation.”

  “Oh, thank God,” said Mila. “When can we see him?”

  “He’s awake now, but really groggy.” His eyes skimmed over us. “I suggest only a few people at a time. There’s a risk of infection, and I don’t want him exposed to something that could hinder his recovery.”

  “Of course. I’ll go first.” She held out her hand to Gerard. “Come with me.”

  He took it reluctantly, while a range of emotions played across his handsome features. He professed to not care about his pack, but his reactions told their own story. He had been beside himself after his father had collapsed, rushing to him and offering assistance. The pack had surrounded their leader, lifting him in their arms and racing to the parking lot, where an ambulance arrived moments later. They had acted as one, each person performing an essential duty; their differences had been set aside to help Markus.

  Gerard glanced at me. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Do you want me to get you anything?” He shook his head. “Okay.”

  After he had left, Renee and Tracy approached, and I felt a prick of apprehension. Renee stepped behind me, her nose neared my neck, sniffing. “I can see why he’s interested in you.” The hair stood up on my arms.

  “She’s hiding something.”

  “She is, isn’t she, Tracy? But what the hell is it?”

  “I smell danger, pure and simple.”

  “He’s too caught up in lust to notice it. But, men are like that, aren’t they?”

  “They sure are.”

  “Excuse me.” I wasn’t going to stand around and let these two pick on me. I moved by Renee, but she grabbed my arm. The heat of her hand alarmed me, and the shock of the touch, a touch I didn’t want, sent my body into a strange fit. I repelled her somehow. My reaction was one of self-defense. I wasn’t entirely in control over what was happening.

  “Shit!” She let go of my arm, stepping away from me. “Why’d you go and have to do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “You know exactly what you did, you little bitch.” She rubbed her arm. “Fuck!”

  “Are you all right?” Tracy glanced at me. “You’re gonna pay for that one.”

  “I didn’t do anything.”

  “Your little innocent look isn’t gonna get you outta this. Count on it.”

  Tracy whispered, “What did it feel like?”

  “It fucking hurt like hell.”

  I glanced at my hands, wondering what I had done. Whatever it was had been purely a reflex, and I hadn’t meant to injure anyone. They would never believe me, and I wasn’t given the opportunity to defend myself. Gerard and Mila appea
red several minutes later. His expression was grim.

  “Who’s next?” asked Mila. “Joe and Renee can go in. I’m gonna grab a coffee.” She seemed relieved; her intense expression had softened, but an unpleasant look entered her eye, as she glanced my way. “You might as well cut your ties to this one. It’ll never work.”

  Her words were like a knife in my heart. I hadn’t expected acceptance from these people, nor did I want it. I was a stranger after all and far too dangerous, but it still hurt to be rejected. My association with the werewolves had brought out several interesting side effects of my own condition. Things were happening that I had never experienced before, and they were worrying, yet exciting.

  “I’m getting outta here,” said Gerard. “Call me if anything happens.”

  “You should stay.”

  “No, thanks, Mila. I’ve seen enough.”

  “You know what you have to do now, don’t you? You’re our new alpha. We’re gonna need you for the shows.”

  He bristled. “I will not perform in a fucking circus show. I ain’t your new alpha.”

  Her look sent a shiver through me. It was intense, stoic, and indisputable. “You’re our leader now. We defer to you.” She inclined her head, bowing slightly. Those in the room did the same; their behavior indicated their deference and their allegiance.

  “Shit!” Gerard took my hand. “Let’s go.”

  As we headed for the exit, I glanced at him. “What will you do now?”

  “I have to lead this shit, dammit!”

  “So you’ll be their alpha?”

  “Yeah.”

  The energy he gave off was not only angry, but it was laced with excitement and passion. The actions of the pack had affected him, and being the leader was a heady and intoxicating feeling for him. I felt all of these energies and more, my body buzzing from our joined hands. If he were going to be their packmaster now, he wouldn’t leave tomorrow. He would stay in Clarksville for an entire month while the circus was here…and that made me incredibly happy.

  In the elevator, he pulled me to him, holding me close. I was slightly startled by this, feeling him tremble slightly. His nose was in my neck, and his breath was hot against my skin. When I thought he would let go, he gripped me tighter, squeezing me.