Carnal: A Dark Shifter Romance

by Piper Stone

  Carnal

  By

  Piper Stone

  Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.

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  Stone, Piper

  Carnal

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by Shutterstock/CURAphotography and Shutterstock/nasosvisuals

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

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  Prologue

  There is a legend, one grown of darkness and strife, rage and abomination.

  Creatures so powerful, they are feared above all others.

  Predators whose hunger knows no bounds.

  The Wolfen.

  But as legends go, the stories become tall tales told around campfires.

  Until no one believes them any longer.

  That is until they are faced with the truth...

  Chapter One

  Max

  You can run, little girl, but you won’t be able to hide from me. You belong to me and always have.

  Issuing a howl, I took off racing through the trees, the scent of her rich and delicious. I dragged my tongue across my lips, savoring the moment as wind whipped through the forest, rattling trees and underbrush. She had no way of knowing she’d been found, the hunt an incredible feeling, the rush more intense than anything I’d ever known.

  I could see her long, beautiful hair whipping in the breeze as she raced through the dense fog, trying to find salvation.

  Attempting to secure safety from a monster.

  I could smell her desire, the longing she’d fought for months, perhaps years. Even hearing her sweet voice, the lilt echoing in my ears was enough to force my cock to full attention. My balls were drum tight, aching to a painful level.

  There would be no holding back.

  I would sink my cock into her wet little pussy.

  Then I’d claim her tight ass.

  “No!” she yelped as she raced deeper into the forest, her legs pumping.

  I stopped long enough to take another whiff as I slid my hand down to rub my cock. Soon, my sweet girl. Soon. The thought reverberated through my mind, soon to be said aloud. Still human, although my beast had taken over my body. I sat back on my haunches, growling huskily.

  I pawed the ground, my claws digging into the earth, muddy from the recent rains. Then I began to encircle her, closing in.

  The hunger brimming.

  My cock aching.

  My desire ignited to the point I would never let her go.

  I took off trotting, weaving my way through the forest that I owned. My playground. My hunting ground.

  And she’d become my prey.

  Suddenly, the sound of her running ceased. I crouched down, taking a deep whiff of the humid air. Dear God, the fragrance of her was intoxicating. My incredible Kathleen. My heart and soul.

  My mate.

  Another growl slipped past my lips, reverberating in the trees as I padded closer, not bothering to mask my approach. The moment I broke through the trees, the sight of her was electrifying.

  She swung her head in my direction as she clung to a tree, her eyes beseeching as I stormed closer until I was mere inches away. “Get away.” she said, her lower lip quivering. She hugged the tree, her eyes wild from terror. What she saw in front of her was the thing her nightmares were made of.

  A big, bad wolf.

  After issuing another keening scream, she took off once again, desperate to find somewhere to hide from me.

  I lifted my head toward the sky, baring my sharp canines as I willed the reverse transformation to take place. Now was my time. Now was my destiny as well as hers. As the ground beneath me began to rumble, a flash of lighting broke free from the swirling clouds, electrifying the air. I stood on all fours while my body began to shake, accepting the change.

  I’d entered into the forbidden, allowing my true self to take hold.

  Perhaps a mistake, but it was a chance I’d had to take. Now though, I was required to be very human.

  I continued to hear her cries as my claws retracted, fingers forming, breaking through the matted fur. When my spine lengthened, pain tore through me, the ecstasy I would soon face worth the moments of sheer anguish.

  I released another intense roar, legs and arms breaking free from my canine skin. Seconds later, I was able to rise to my full height, my breathing ragged as my heartrate continued to soar. I closed my eyes as the transformation was completed, stretching my limbs until the aching ceased. I still had her scent filling my nostrils and within seconds was able to locate her position.

  There would be no getting away from me.

  I took off running, still unable to feel the rough terrain or the briars that attached to my skin. Pain meant nothing to me. Pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

  I could feel her exhaustion as she finally was forced to rest, cowering behind a set of scrappy bushes in an effort to disguise her lovely body. When I shifted through the underbrush, my eyes locked on the woman I adored, her face registered shock.

  “What... A monster was following me, a wolf. Did you kill it?” she asked in her usual defiant tone.

  I cocked my head as I inched closer, daring to get within a few inches. While there was trepidation in her eyes, there was also a knowing.

  We were meant to be together.

  “I am many things, including the man you’ve craved,” I whispered as I cupped her face, rubbing my thumb across her lips.

  “No, I... It was just a dream,” she whispered.

  “Dreams are merely a taste of reality.” My chest rose and fell as I prepared to ravage her, every muscle in my body bursting from the flames burning within.

  “You. I’ve seen you.”

  “You’ve always known me, and I’ve come for you, but you’ve been a very bad girl. You know you can never run for there is no place on this earth where I won’t find you.”

  Her eyes were lit with fire, the beautiful hellion no doubt ready to struggle against me. When she pursed her lips, every cell in my body erupted, ignited from the mere touch of her alone.

  She smiled pensively, tilting her face toward me. Even in the darkness, the sheen of her porcelain skin was irresistible, driving me to the point of madness. She nuzzled against my hand, purring, “My beast. You are nothing but a nightmare.”

  “Yyyeeesss. That and so much more.”

  As unexpected as the woman standing in front of me, she bit down on my thumb just as she kicked out, able to lift and slam her knee into me. While the pain was significant, forcing me to let go of my grasp, the game was far too delicious.

  She took off running o
nce again and within seconds, I’d caught her, yanking her against my chest.

  “A very bad girl indeed. I think you need to be punished,” I said in a husky tone, towering over her.

  As before, she struggled, hissing and beating my chest with her other fist. “You’re a bastard.”

  “Yes.” I planted one foot on a fallen log, dragging her over my knee and yanking up her dress. When I wrapped one finger around the thin elastic of her thong, she yelped. The simple snap of my wrist freed her of the dazzling lace. “I’m going to spank that beautiful bottom of yours to remind you of your place. I am your master.”

  “You’ll never be my master. Never.” Her yelps continued as I planted my cupped hand against her rounded buttocks, caressing for a few seconds. My cock had swollen even more painfully, the longing almost too much to bear.

  “I already own you.” I smacked her several times, moving my hand from one side to the other. The feel of her skin was far too enticing, my heart racing with every brutal slap. I continued with her spanking, taking my time to cover every inch, moving rapidly in an orchestrated manner.

  She wiggled and moaned, lashing out for several minutes until she finally stopped fighting altogether. She was wet and hot, her pussy lips slickened and juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

  My mouth watered from the thought of licking her.

  Taking her.

  Fucking her.

  Stars floated in front of my eyes, the beast dwelling within clawing at the surface. I could barely contain my raging desire as I punished her, adoring the slight pink turning into a bright crimson. “I can tell how wet you are and how much you’ve craved my touch.”

  “You must be joking,” Kathleen spat, struggling once again.

  I slid two fingers down the crack of her ass, sliding them up and down her swollen folds.

  “Oh... No, I...”

  “Yes, you’ve hungered long into the night. Haven’t you, sweet Kathleen? You’ve longed for the monster to bring you pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy.”

  “You’re crazy!”

  “Am I?” I spanked her long and hard, alternating with sliding my fingers just inside her hot little pussy, savoring the way her juice slickened the tips. I was almost to the breaking point, unable to focus or think clearly. She had no way of knowing what she’d done to me, the nights I’d hunted for her.

  And I would never allow her out of my sight.

  When she lay limp in my arms, I eased her to a standing position, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

  “What do you want? What?” she demanded, still rebellious in every way. Her eyes had changed, her pupils dilated, the ring of gold surrounding them iridescent.

  “All of you. Every delicious inch. You will surrender to me. Your body. Your heart. Your soul.”

  She opened her mouth to object before clawing at my neck. “Never.”

  I broke the connection, running my hands down my chest and stroking my cock. “Undress, sweet Kathleen.”

  “What if I say no?” Her words were blatant, yet her body quivered from excitement as she gazed down the length of me.

  “Then the consequences will be severe.”

  “What... What are you going to do?” she huffed.

  “I’m going to fuck you in every hole, filling you with my seed. Then you will truly belong to me. Forever.”

  Her mouth twisted in frustration, yet she knew better than to try to run. After another hesitation, she dragged the dress from one shoulder then the other, shifting her hips back and forth until the material fell to the ground. The look on her face was riddled with hatred, her gaze locking onto mine.

  I wasted no time, yanking her into my arms and holding her aloft. She beat her fists against my chest, whimpering as she twisted in my arms but the second I yanked her down, thrusting the entire length of my aching shaft into her, she threw her head back and moaned.

  “No. No!”

  I ravaged her body, driving into her in long, savage plunges, taking exactly what had belonged to me. There would be no turning back. She’d crossed my path. Now she would surrender to my every need.

  For I was Wolfen.

  * * *

  “Did you hear about the recent horrific murders? They think it’s some freaking animal attack.” My partner’s voice cut into my thoughts, forcing an actual snarl from my throat.

  I hesitated at the traffic light, still able to feel the touch of her hands on my skin. Damn it, the vision seemed far too real and I wasn’t a man who drowned in fantasies.

  “Yeah, I know. We have our own shit to deal with like facing a bunch of knucklehead bikers before coffee,” Logan offered, no doubt grumbling given my silence.

  I shifted in the seat as I pulled into the parking lot, still thinking about the vision I’d had more than once. I could swear I tasted her on my tongue, could feel her wetness as her pussy muscles clamped around my cock. I gripped the steering wheel, twisting my hand.

  “Whoa, buddy. Pull it to a stop!” Logan snapped, smacking his hand on the dashboard.

  I slammed on the brakes, barely avoiding hitting a parked car. “Shit,” I could hear my partner mumbling under his breath.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you today?” he demanded, glaring at me from the passenger seat.

  Sighing, I edged the car into the only parking spot available, feeling the burning eyes of the owner of the shop from fifty yards away. My hackles were raised. I knew the meeting would turn into a damn confrontation. I kept the engine running as I turned toward Logan, calming my nerves. Logan Parker had been a good friend, although we’d never be drinking partners and the man would never know the truth regarding my past.

  Or my heritage.

  “I’m fine. Just trying to figure out where our suspect might run to,” I answered as I cut the engine.

  “Well, Mr. Miller has very few friends. From what I’ve learned, the asshole who owns this joint is our best bet at hunting him down,” Logan snarled as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

  Brody Miller had escaped from a maximum-security prison, which had shocked the entire law enforcement system given his level of incarceration. I wasn’t the only one who suspected he’d had help. The heinous murders he’d committed were ones for the record books. While Logan was right, the few friends Brody had were almost as dangerous.

  Especially the man who owned the mechanic’s shop. Stone Keeler had a violent history, a man with no conscience.

  And he was a wolf.

  “Let’s just grab information. I’ll know if he’s lying,” I said offhandedly.

  “And how the hell is that, partner? You have a history with this dude?” When I didn’t answer, Logan huffed, “Fuck. You do. Is that why you’ve been so damn surly this morning?”

  I had my reasons, the least of them having anything to do with an old friend like Stone. My visions meant far too many damaging aspects to my current life, one I’d worked hard to achieve. “Come on, partner. We have work to do.”

  I adjusted my weapon in the holster as I climbed out, studying the expansive shop. I’d been shocked to learn that Stone had returned to Denver and that he’d accepted a position as a mechanic. I knew he was dealing with some shit, but I wasn’t a damn psychologist. If he was harboring a criminal, then his ass would be tossed in jail.

  In truth, the fucker deserved nothing less.

  Logan trailed behind me as we headed for the open bay. Every mechanic in the place made certain we realized we certainly would never be welcome in their establishment. They were all bikers, hard core in every manner, although only one other was a wolf. I shifted my gaze in the beast’s direction, giving him a commanding look. I was able to tell he knew exactly who I was and what I was capable of.

  Ripping his head off without a second thought.

  My reputation as a Wolfen remained solid, even if I hadn’t been an active member of the community for years. “Where is Stone?”

  The entire group remained silent.

  “I don’t t
hink you want me to ask you again,” I said under my breath, the tone laced with darkness. I allowed an unearthly guttural sound to echo in the space.

  One of the men pointed to what had to be the office. I took long strides in that direction, not bothering to knock. This wasn’t a social call. The second the door was flung open, Stone pointed a gun in my direction.

  “Stone Keeler,” I said casually. The man had changed significantly since the early days, bulking up at least fifty pounds, his arms and neck covered in colorful tattoos. A far cry away from his days as a scholar.

  “Maximillian Cordero. I knew you’d come a-knocking on my door one day,” Stone growled. He glanced up and down, disdain in his expression.

  Logan looked from one of us to the other, remaining quiet, although his service revolver was in both hands and pointed directly at Stone’s forehead.

  “I know you pay attention to the news, so you know why we’re here. I don’t have time for crap, so I suggest you tell me if you know where Brody Miller is.” I glanced around the shop, almost surprised the place was well organized, an updated computer system humming on the massive wooden desk. Stone was nothing if not professional.

  “Yeah, I figured you’d stop by and no, I haven’t seen the jerk since he broke out. I wouldn’t harbor him if he did. I don’t allow shitholes in my place. Just a thing about me. Thought you knew that, Max,” Stone answered, finally lowering his weapon.

  I hadn’t bothered unfastening my gun, knowing that Stone wasn’t going to shoot me, no matter the hatred we had for each other. He didn’t have the balls to face an entire Wolfen pack. “Not even a phone call?”

  “Brody isn’t stupid. He knows I’d tear him from limb to limb.” Stone finally grinned, his eyes twinkling. The muscular, oversized man could certainly do it, even in his human form. Brody would have no chance at survival.

  While the Wolfen were forbidden to transform into their beasts unless threatened, the Nightwalker pack had no such commitment. They followed their own set of rules, no matter the destruction they caused.

  Danger lurked at every corner.

  I nodded, finally turning toward Logan. “See if any of the others have seen Brody.”