by Mia Harris
He shook his head, and she pouted. Right then and there, she made her mind up about what to do. Werewolf or not, I want him.
“Maybe you need some encouraging, then,” she said.
Pushing his hands away from her, she ripped the towel off him in one quick motion and sank to her knees. He looked down at her and smiled as her eyes widened at the sight of his hard, smooth cock in front of her. Firmly gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, she began to stroke up and down, gradually increasing her speed. Looking up at him, she smiled and slowly ran the tip of her tongue across her lips. Then, she took him in her mouth and gently sucked the head of his cock, flicking her tongue all over his frenulum as she did so. Nenad groaned in appreciation and reached his hands down onto her head, stroking her hair in encouragement.
With her free hand, Leah lightly stroked up and down his thighs, and then brought the hand to rest just underneath his balls. She slid more of him down her throat and continued to suck, lick and stroke, and then cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed. As she did this, he grunted in appreciation and gripped her hair harder, beginning to thrust himself in and out of her mouth. She let him do so, taking more and more of him down her throat with each thrust, and within moments she felt his balls tighten slightly underneath her hand. Groaning, he thrust into her mouth one more time before spurting his salty, hot semen into the back of her throat.
Leah swallowed, and then looked up at him again, running her tongue back over her lips. Nenad pulled her to her feet, and then leaned in and slid his mouth against her ear again.
“If you really want to know about me, take these off,” he growled, lightly fingering her underwear.
She happily obliged, sliding her panties down her legs as he reached around and undid her bra. They stood naked before each other, each admiring the other’s body, and then Leah pushed him, hard. He fell backwards onto the bed and pulled her down with him. She gasped as she felt his cock digging into her thigh, realizing that he was already hard again. Climbing on top of him, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her full breasts, her pink nipples stiffening as he started to squeeze.
As he caressed and squeezed her, Leah started to grind her body against his. Nenad muttered something in his own language, and she felt the tingling between her legs again. There was just something about his accent that made every word he said seem so powerful and masculine, not to mention unbelievably sexy. On top of that, there was the fact that he was apparently some kind of supernatural creature, which made the whole experience even hotter for her.
He slid one hand just above her clitoris and started to rub his palm over it in small circles again. She sighed at his touch, and leaned her body forward to kiss his neck and earlobes. Slowly, he slid a finger inside her while continuing to rub her clitoris with the pad of his thumb, and she moaned as he curled his finger and pressed against the front wall of her warm, wet tightness.
A white hot sensation flooded through Leah’s body as she felt herself nearing orgasm already, and she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. It was like the werewolf could read her mind, and knew exactly when and where to touch her. Nenad laughed, and then pulled away.
“No! Why did you stop?” she asked, trying to grab his hand and bring it back to her.
He pulled her face closer to his and murmured in her ear.
“When I saw you earlier, I said that you were the sexiest little thing I had seen in years. Then I said I was going to let you win, and then fuck you hard and fast like you deserved for daring to challenge an alpha like me.”
“What’s wrong with that?” she gasped, feeling more flattered than insulted. “Is that what you are? An alpha werewolf?”
“Yes. It’s just not a nice thing to say about a pretty little lady such as yourself, is it?” he growled, grabbing her ass and squeezing it before lifting her up and lowering her onto his thick, hard cock.
Leah gasped as he entered her, leaned back and started to rock back and forth, rubbing her groin against his. She was desperate to come. Nenad grunted and let her do all the work for a while, squeezing her full breasts as she rode him. After only a few moments, Leah exploded in orgasm, pleasure and warmth flooding through her entire body, almost unable to believe how much better it felt with a werewolf than a regular man.
As her muscles contracted erratically around his cock, Nenad tugged her hair and pulled her closer to him, muttering something in her ear. She didn’t understand, but his deep, gravelly voice, coupled with his sexy accent, made her head spin with desire, and she didn’t want him to ever stop what he was doing to her.
When she had recovered from her first orgasm and her eyes had started to focus again, Leah quickly climbed off him and turned around, arching her back and looking at him over her shoulder.
“You said you wanted to fuck me hard and fast like the alpha you are,” she said. “So do it.”
He growled and moved behind her, and she gasped in anticipation as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. With one quick movement, he pushed himself inside her, and then began to thrust in and out, getting harder and faster with each movement. After a couple of minutes, he was slamming himself into her, his balls slapping against her thighs, and Leah moaned and gasped with enjoyment. Nenad slowed down after a moment, and reached around and rubbed her clitoris with his fingers.
Leah felt another wave of pleasure engulf her, and she screamed as he continued to slam into her, hard and fast. She almost collapsed onto her stomach against the bed, but he held her up, and finally, he groaned with contentment and came deep inside her. He let her drop onto her stomach, and Leah sighed with a mixture of exhaustion and happiness as he grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table. He handed them to her, and then rolled her over. Climbing on top of her, he wedged himself between her legs and leaned down to kiss her.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured after pulling his lips away from hers. “A woman with curves like yours is enough to drive any alpha wild.”
“You’re all sweaty now,” she replied. “Maybe you should have another shower.”
“Only if you join me,” he growled before getting off the bed and yanking her to her feet.
They ran into the bathroom and jumped in the shower together, and Leah closed her eyes as the warm water flowed over her body. When she opened her eyes, Nenad was staring at her with a smile on his face, and without a word, he sank to his knees. Parting her thighs with his hands, he slid his mouth between her legs and then looked up at her, grinning. A sigh of anticipation escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes again, and then gasped as she felt a cold snout sniffing at her thighs. Looking down, she saw that Nenad was a wolf again, and it seemed that he was trying to catch her scent.
Seconds later, he was his usual self again. He slid his tongue all the way to the bottom of her warm, wet opening, and then licked all the way to the top, lightly and slowly. Leah was still sensitive from the two orgasms that she had just had, and she moaned as he started to swirl his tongue over her clitoris. Grabbing his head and running her hands through his hair in encouragement, she let him continue until her legs were trembling.
“Nenad, I’m so close,” she gasped, pulling his hair.
He slid two fingers inside her and felt her muscles tighten around them as she came, and she moaned in pleasure. As her legs trembled and twitched, Nenad stood up, scooped her up in his strong arms and held her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his back and gasped again as he roughly entered her tight, slick wetness. How the hell is he already hard again? Leah wondered, amazed at his prowess. Maybe all werewolves are like this. If so, I know exactly what I’ll be looking for in a man from now on… She could taste herself on his lips as he kissed her, and she dug her nails into his firm ass as he thrust in and out of her.
Trying his hardest to not slip on the wet tiles, Nenad moved in and out of her, supporting her weight in his strong arms. He slid his mouth against her ear and growled softly.
“You
know, I purposely made someone spill those drinks on me, just so I could come up here and see you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
His powerful voice and accent sent Leah over the edge again, and she screamed in pleasure as he continued to move in and out of her. Nenad groaned as he felt her muscles contracting around his cock again, and with one final hard thrust, he came, spurting his warm, sticky seed deep inside her. Exhausted, he stayed inside her for a moment, not trusting his legs to be able to walk just yet.
Eventually, he pulled out of her, put her down and stepped out of the shower. As he dried himself off, he admired Leah’s curvy body as she stayed in the shower, cleaning the sticky white fluid that was trickling down her thighs. She turned the shower off, and he passed her a soft white towel. Looking up into his eyes as she dried herself, she questioned him.
“You didn’t really let me win earlier, did you? I saw how embarrassed you looked afterwards.”
Nenad looked down at her and grinned. For the first time, Leah noticed that his smile wasn’t arrogant; rather, it was friendly and teasing.
“Fine, I admit it. I didn’t let you win. You beat me. You’re the first human woman to beat an alpha. Congratulations,” he said, before picking her up and taking her back into her room.
He threw her down on the bed and watched as she pulled the sheets up over herself.
“My shirt looks like it might still be wet, so I might have to sleep here for the night,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh, no,” Leah said, feigning disappointment, before smiling and beckoning him to join her in the bed. “You promised to tell me about your kind.”
He climbed in next to her and wrapped her in his strong, warm arms before launching into an explanation of how werewolves had evolved in Eastern Europe, exactly where Belgrade stood today. Leah was amazed, and wished that she had listened to James when he had talked about all of his theories earlier that week. Damn James… he’s always right, she thought with a smile on her face. Too bad for him that I’m the one who got to find the werewolf, not him.
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The Packmaster’s Mate
By Eva Grace
A light breeze ruffled Mia Gartland’s shoulder-length brown hair as she pored over the set of photos that her colleague Callum had taken at the interview they had just left. She had been a reporter at Lychefield Community Newspaper for two years now, and the aforementioned interview had been with a woman who had twenty cats. Who the hell cares about this stuff? she thought, wondering why her boss always gave her such lame assignments. She was good at her job, and was also an amazing writer, so she had a feeling that it was more to do with the fact that her boss didn’t trust women to perform as well as men, despite so much evidence to the contrary.
She may have considered complaining, but to tell the truth, she didn’t even want to be working there. After studying English and creative writing at college, her dream had always been to write romance novels. Unfortunately, life had gotten in the way, and the reporting job had been the only one that she could find with her qualifications. It paid the bills, but she had to work sixty hours a week; hardly leaving enough time for her to concentrate on her stories.
“What about this one?” Callum said. “If you put that in the article, she’d probably love you forever. It makes her look like she’s actually a human.”
“That’s not very nice,” she said, trying to stifle a giggle.
He was right, though. The woman had looked like the stereotypical ‘crazy cat lady’ from movies – long, straggly hair, odd clothing, and overly-wide eyes that made her look as if she wasn’t exactly ‘all there’ mentally.
“Well, we’re way ahead of schedule for once. Let’s go and grab a coffee. You deserve a break,” Callum said. “You worked until nine last night.”
“How did you know how late I was at the office?”
“Because I was there too,” he replied with a sardonic grin. “Come on, let’s go to Leaf and Bean.”
Ten minutes later the two colleagues were enjoying lattes at their favorite café and watching the world go by outside the window. It was a nice change, actually getting to relax for once, and Mia sighed deeply and slumped back in her chair.
“That bad, huh?” Callum said, reaching over and patting her hand. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get a promotion soon. You work so hard.”
“I don’t know. Bob seems to hate the fact that I’m a woman,” she replied.
“I think Bob just hates the fact that his wife yells at him for looking at you,” Callum said.
“What?”
“Oh, come on, Mia. I thought you knew. Whenever you aren’t looking, he stares at you and makes quite… lewd comments about your body.”
“Wow. No, I didn’t know.”
Bob Carter was their aforementioned boss, and working for him made the job that much worse for Mia. And now we can add sexual harassment to the list of things I hate about him, she thought. She dreamed of the day that she could somehow afford to quit and finally get started on her first book, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it probably wasn’t going to happen. Ever. Oh well, that’s life, I guess.
She wasn’t even surprised that someone was making comments about her body behind her back. Back in college, people had said things straight to her face. Blessed with a full figure, she often attracted envious stares from other women, and while she was still single, she knew that she had several admirers. Truthfully, she didn’t know why people thought her body was so amazing – half the time, she just felt chubby and undesirable.
“Speaking of staring, Mia… don’t look right now, but there are two men looking right at you,” Callum said in hushed tones.
“Where?” she asked.
“Two tables to the left.”
Mia pretended to scratch her face, and turned her head slightly to her left. Callum was right. Two men were looking straight at her. When they realized that she had caught them staring, they both turned their heads away and fell into conversation with each other.
She felt a sharp twinge of desire pulling at her insides as she quickly took in the appearances of both the men. One just looked like an average guy, but the other… wow. He was absolutely gorgeous, with short dark hair and even features, and from what she had seen when he was looking in her direction, he had stunning blue-green eyes.
“Wow. I’m straight, but that’s one good-looking dude,” Callum remarked.
Mia turned her attention back to him, feeling her cheeks flush pink.
“Aww… Mia has a crush!” he continued, teasing her.
“No I don’t. Shut up,” she said, before giggling softly.
“Well, he’s coming over here.”
“What?”
Before Callum could reply, Mia heard a smooth, masculine voice on her left.
“Hello, Miss. I’ve been asked to give you this.”
Turning her head again, she saw the sexy man standing right next to her, holding out an envelope. Confused, she took it, and as their hands touched, she swore that she could feel a bolt of electricity burst right through her veins.
“What is this?” she asked, finally finding her tongue.
The man didn’t reply, smiled at her, and then walked away, leaving the café with the other man.
“Uhh… what the hell was that about?” Callum asked. “Open the envelope!”
She did as he said, carefully tearing open the side of the letter and sliding out the contents. It was an embossed piece of paper, and it appeared to be some sort of handwritten invitation.
“It says I’ve been invited by Damien Collingwood to an ‘expression of interest’ interview for some job at Collingwood Estate,” she said.
“Err… as in the Collingwood Estate? Why would those men just randomly give you this?”
“I have no idea. What is the Collingwood Estate?”
“Wow, you call yourself a reporter and you’ve never heard of Damien Collingwood?” Callum said, raising an e
yebrow.
“Humor me.”
“He’s a really weird rich guy. I think he’s actually a billionaire. Made a lot of money somehow in the stock market, and now he owns a bunch of companies in other cities. Nothing here, though, except his estate. It’s up in Mt. Clarence Gardens. Everyone knows he lives here, but hardly anyone knows what he looks like.”
“If he’s as reclusive as you claim, then that might explain why I’ve never heard of him.”
“Well, apparently he’s heard of you, enough to send two men to stalk you around and give you that invitation,” Callum said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Are you going to go?”
“No. I have no idea what this is about, and besides, it’s asking me to go there at two P.M. tomorrow. I’ll be at work with you.”