ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (391 page)

Derek ran his tongue along the length of her slit and plunged it deep into her vagina, which was already sopping wet.  He pushed his tongue in and out, exploring her love tunnel while his fingers rubbed and flicked her clit.  He then moved his mouth up to her engorged and throbbing clit and wrapped his lips around it, sucking it hard. This sent shocks of desire through Hilda as she grabbed onto her own tits, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. While he did that, Ryan started to bob up and down on Derek’s’ cock, taking in the meat stick with desire and forcing his mouth on it.  Derek moaned, his body loving the way that it felt.  It was so good, and he almost demanded that Ryan take him to orgasm, but he didn’t.

Ryan pulled away and smiled.  “It’s time.  Time to have fun with her,” he said.  His voice was low and dark, and already Hilda could feel herself getting close.  Ryan pulled her over to the bed.  He laid down on one side, with Derek on the other.  Hilda was then in the middle.  Behind her, Derek used his fingers to spread her love juices back to her ass, lubricating her puckered hole. He then slowly inserted the tip of his dick into her butt, causing her to let out a small scream. She started to move slowly up and down his massive dick and her ass became accustomed to its girth. She felt more pleasure than ever before and couldn’t believe this was all actually happening.  She pushed herself down on his cock over and over, moaning with contentment as she felt his hard cock explore her butt and push itself in deeper. 

While he did that, Ryan then pushed his cock into her wet pussy, making Hilda writhe wildly with pleasure and desire. She was so filled up, both holes stuffed with massive shifter cock.  She loved the way it felt, and soon she could feel her whole body start to shake with desire.  She knew that it was going to be amazing, and once they started to thrust into her, she could feel herself losing her resolve.

They started out slow, each of them moving at a nice, even pace that felt good.  Hilda braced herself, moaning with desire as she felt them start to move their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass.  They continued to move slowly into each hole, each of them loving the way that it felt.  Hilda was going crazy, never before had she felt so turned on.  She loved it, and they enjoyed it as well.  Derek loved the feeling of her big, tight butt, and Ryan was having the time of his life in her wet pussy.  The two men were having a great time, and Hilda was more than ready to continue whatever else they had planned.

Derek pushed harder and harder into her butt, and Hilda was moaning like crazy. She loved the feeling of her ass getting penetrated, but after a few more thrusts, he stopped.  He screamed out, and soon his release exploded into her ass.  Hilda moaned, her butt and pussy squeezing at the same time.  She threw her head back, moaning and moving her body around as the force of her pussy let out its release.  She came, her body loving how it felt and her mind consumed by pleasure.  Right after that, Ryan started to moan as she felt his cock start to twitch within her.  After a brief moment, he came, his cock letting out his release into her.

They finished up, pulling out of her and smiling.  Hilda was satisfied, and they were both happy.  Hilda felt something for them, a deep connection that she now knew she was committed to. She was now their mate, their play thing to live out every desire.  She felt like they understood her, and for the first time ever, Hilda was happy.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Sure was. I’m so thankful you agreed to be part of our ceremony. We’re now bound, joined, committed to each other,” Ryan said.

“Also, now we’re able to rise to a more elite status within our pack. All thanks to you Hilda,” Derek replied.

Hilda smiled, and she felt happy that they accepted her.  She wondered what would be next for them though as they embarked on a new chapter of their relationship as a threesome.

“So now what?  What do you think we should do? Do I just leave, or do you want me to stick around?” she asked.  Hilda had never done anything like this before.  She liked them both, and she wanted them both.  She couldn’t choose one or the other; rather she wanted to be with both of the shifters.

Derek pondered on that for a moment as well.  He didn’t know what to think about it.  He didn’t want her to run off with another guy, but he didn’t know if Ryan would be able to share.

“Don’t worry, we’re keeping you around,” he said.

Hilda blushed, and smiled, so thrilled to be included.  She felt excited, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before things got even better.  They rested together, and Hilda felt calm for the first time in a very long time. She actually loved the fact that she was able to have two guys instead of just one.  She loved that she would get to have not only two wolves, but two men who both wanted her and two men who were happy with sharing the love and adoration that they had for her.  She knew this was the start of something truly amazing.

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Alpha Enchantment (Part One)

Like lightning, the pain coursed through Hailey’s body with unrelenting intensity. She couldn’t move an inch from where she had stumbled down. It all happened so fast. All she could recall was a grunting noise – a deep and eerie sound that came from down the alley. She shrugged it off at first and assumed it was some stray dog or a homeless man – there were a bunch of them who set up camp in the abandoned lot next to her apartment building.

It was an elaborate tent city. From her apartment it looked like a sea of colors – almost pretty in a strange way, but up close you could see the dripping thatched-up tarps and makeshift heaters and burners. There were all kinds of people there, of all ethnicities and backgrounds. New York was a diverse and international city, and so was this little community. She hated looking at the lot everyday when she opened her blinds to let in some sunlight. It isn’t because she hated those homeless people, but because looking at the grim reality of that lot that was a stone’s throw away from the hustle and bustle of what was portrayed to be a land of opportunity reminded her of the life she left back in Ohio.

A deep grunting sound from that God forsaken lot – that was all she could remember. After that, all that existed was pain. She laid there as she felt blood leaking out of her side. She tried to reach for it, but that caused even more pain. She figured now that she might have been stabbed. Stabbings weren’t uncommon in these parts of the borough. She thought of that one girl – barely 16 - who was found dead just two blocks over. It was all over the news just a few days ago. It was just another mugging, they said. Apparently, it isn’t safe anymore for young girls to be walking all by themselves in the city.

Regret throbbed through her head. Why hadn’t she just accepted the ride her friend from work had offered her? Caleb wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, when she started working as a nurse at St. Martha’s Hospice, he was the first person to ever acknowledge her existence.

You would think that working with medical professionals would be swell and drama free, but Hailey was shocked to find out that even middle-aged women can act like bratty high school girls – much like those from back home that had bullied her all her life for being different.

Caleb was different though. He was kind-natured and very helpful. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes as well. In fact, Hailey found him to be quite beautiful. Yes, not just good looking but actually beautiful. He had long blond hair that rested just above his shoulders. He would tuck it behind his ear, exposing his chiselled jaw. He had pale skin – Hailey figured it must have been from always having to work the graveyard shift. But it wasn’t the kind of pale that looked sick and tired. It was this glowing sort of pale with a tinge of red that only intensified whenever he blushed. Also, there were those lips - lips that looked so soft without appearing too feminine. Those were lips that any girl would want against her own, she had always thought.

He was exquisitely tall and very lean too; not skinny, but lean. She was certain that underneath those hospital scrubs was a body with rippling muscles. Every now and then she’d get a peak of Caleb’s chest pushing against his shirt. He really was the very definition of a sexy man.

Caleb was indeed beautiful, but what really caught Hailey’s attention wasn’t his oozing sex appeal, but his amazing eyes. They were this shade of blue that she had never seen before on anyone. They weren’t your typical blue eyes. They were dark and deep. They were a stark contrast to the brightness of his entire persona. Caleb’s eyes reminded her waves during a storm. Thrashing about wildly – pounding the shore with sheer power and unhinged force. They, in their own beauty, had a sort of danger to them. It was this danger that Hailey was trying to avoid, because she sensed the trouble she could get into with him.

She blamed her introversion for what had happened. If she just accepted that ride from a guy she might actually like, she wouldn’t have been in that dark alley, gasping for breath, almost dying slowly and excruciatingly.

It was just so dark; the streetlights weren’t able to seep through that corner where she fell down. The neon flashes from the beaten down tattoo parlour in the building next to the alley where she laid gave her momentary images of her surroundings in a grim red tone. The white washed graffiti laden wall that framed the very spot where she laid had an indiscernible image of a man haphazardly painted all over it, with eyes that looked down upon her in dismissive pity.

No one could have seen her. She remembered how she was walking all alone, without a person in sight for blocks. But then again, there was that lot, with all those people. They might have mugged her, she thought.

She immediately dismissed the idea as an impossibility. She decided she was definitely not mugged. She took a class from some volunteer police officers a few months ago. Her friend made her come with her, and it was the worst time she ever spent in a room full of uniformed men. One thing she did learn though was that the best way to save yourself if you were being mugged was to just give whatever the mugger was asking for. She knew she wouldn’t have fought back, so there was no reason that the mugger would have attacked her. If it was a mugger, wouldn’t she at least remember and wouldn’t she be missing her purse?

What else could it have been?
She thought, while another surge of pain took possession of her. She started breathing in shallow intervals. Her experience as a nurse taught her enough to know she was now in an extremely critical condition.

When she had first come to, she noticed a buzzing sound at the back of her head – it was quiet and almost inaudible. After a few minutes of being there, that sound was all she could hear; a buzzing sound that only grew louder and louder. All she was waiting for now was that thing that vision you hear about when you are near your death – flashes of your past life. But it didn’t come.
All for the best
, she told herself. She wouldn’t want to see a rerun of the most depressing show in the history of this planet just before she was about to kick the bucket.

The buzzing grew louder and louder. Slowly the cold cement where she laid melted into something warm and soft. The red neon flashes merged in with the white light that only seemed to flicker in the distance that has now become stronger and brighter. The light was now engulfing what was left of her vision. She knew, right then and there, she was dying.

 

*****

The wind was cold, too cold for a summer’s night. Out in the distance was a looming figure. Its presence lit up the night sky with a serene strength – pulsating through the air was energy and vibrancy that he was all too familiar with. He was a werewolf like his father, his mother and all those that came before him. The moon had a control over his life whether he liked it or not.

The harvest moon meant something special to his pack. It had always been their symbol since time immemorial. In the past, they’d offer sacrifices to the moon that they held sacred. In ancient times, that meant a pure and chaste young woman – a virgin. When he was a lot younger, he had learned from his great grandfather that there were times when just a virgin sacrifice was not enough. There were times when their tradition dictated a more special form of sacrifice.

“What is more special than a virgin sacrifice Papa?” He asked the old man.

“Does it really matter anymore?” Don Luis replied. With aging hands he patted the boys head and sighed as sigh of remorse.

“We have betrayed our people. We have betrayed our moon.” He said with a look of anger.

He thought that it was quite a gruesome way of living. Luckily, times have finally changed for his family. They no longer offered virgin sacrifices like some barbaric tribe, he thought. But that look in his great grandfather’s face, haunted him even up until today.

We have betrayed our people
. The line kept replaying over and over again in his mind. He knew it would come back to him eventually, and it did. Now more than ever, he must not ever betray his people, especially now that his father had passed away and he was to become an Alpha.

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