Authors: Miranda Powers
As if sensing that thought, Manik took her entire flower in a deep, sensuous, probing kiss. She cried out for joy, her back arching, her knees bending, giving herself into this sensation of pleasure beyond belief. He kissed her down there long and luxuriously, savoring every second of this shared delight. When at some length the wave of euphoria subsided, Manik slowly, reluctantly moved his mouth from Lara's opening and started to kiss his way up the pear of her middle, back up to her breasts to tease the pearl-hard nipples with his tongue, and at last settled the lean, hard, beauteously sculpted perfection of his body on top of her. Overtaken with wonder at the press of that incredible physique against her softness, at the way he pinned his captured prey onto the black satin beneath them, Lara licked her lips just before he took them in a kiss to match the one he had given her below, and she braced herself for what she wanted most of all--and which he did not hesitate to give her. There was a feeling of her innermost being expanding to accept him, even as her inner walls did likewise at the long, smooth, sure stroke of his entrance. Lara gasped in mid-kiss with the head-spinning feeling of Manik moving his length and hardness deep inside her, penetrating her for the first time.
Manik pinned her wrists to the pillows with his hands and drove his crotch against her mound, sending his throbbing length as far into Lara as it would go, making her put her head back against the pillows, open her mouth wide and release the pleasure that was almost more than she could bear as a long, passionate howl. He lay atop her, responding to the sounds of her incomprehensible joy by enveloping her gaping mouth with his own and feeding her his eager tongue. Ecstatic to be so helpless, so powerless, against a tiger's desire, Lara let his mouth muffle her outcry, while her entire consciousness focused on the beating of his erection in and out of her, the slapping of his hairy crotch against her entrance, and the mix of her slippery wetness with his the woody rigor of his shaft. Her tunnel expanded inside and her womanhood flooded with moisture as she received him. He slipped into her again and again, thrusting ferociously, relentlessly, capturing her as surely as if she were something he had stalked and leapt upon in the jungle. Lara wished that she could pry her hands free and clutch at the tight firmness of his buttocks, which she was sure must feel almost as exquisite as what he was pumping within her. For want of grasping his urgently heaving rear and feeling it rise and fall with each delicious stroke of his erection, she instead tightened her thighs around his hips and savored his beats that way. And still his mouth slid against hers, and still his tongue penetrated her there, rolling voraciously in time to his thrusts down below.
All at once he tore his mouth from hers, raised his head into the air, and gave a sound that was the roar of both man and beast. Lara knew that his moment was hitting. Keeping her pinned beneath him, he rammed himself all the way in her once more and held himself there. His wet, white seed burst forth at the opening of Lara's womb, pouring wave and wave of man-tiger juice into her depths. He pressed himself against her opening, relaxed only for a second, and pressed again and again and again, ensuring that she received every last drop of what he was giving. Lara loosened her legs and let her body go limp under Manik. She was at the point of weeping from pleasure. Kissing her ravenously, he grunted, "Did you come? Did you get it? Did you come?"
She half-sobbed, "Almost. It was close."
"Not good enough," he said in a sated, rasping voice. The feeling of him sliding all the way out of her almost made Lara want to weep out loud--until he climbed back down below and gave his tongue to her tender bud once again. Manik licked at it with a steady rhythm that brought her back to the precipice where he had taken her while was lay on top of her. The swirling of his tongue did the job it was intended. Lara felt as though she were flying up through the top of a forest canopy into an endless blue sky of bliss. She arched her back and pushed herself into his face, wailing for joy. He French-kissed her womanhood one last time before she collapsed back onto the bed and he rested there with his face between her thighs. The tiger's hunt was thus complete.
After a time, he climbed back up rest his head with hers on the pillows and take her in his arms. No words passed between them, only smiles and lingering kisses. Lara traced the lines of the stripes on his arms and shoulders with her fingertips and he smiled a feline smile at her. "You like my stripes, then."
"I like all of you," she answered with a sigh.
He drew her into yet another kiss and sucked hungrily at her lips. "Good," he said. "You're going to keep having all of me. I'm going to do it to you again tonight. And again and again and again..." And to emphasize that he had caught her and meant to have her to their mutual content, Manik put Lara on her back and climbed onto her and nestled between her thighs once again.
Shutting her eyes and taking in the amazing feeling of Manik entering her once more, Lara wondered at the odds of such a thing happening. What in all the world were the chances of her finding a predator and a carnivore...with a taste for pears?
WEREWOLF HUNTERS
Books 1-3
By Passion Books
Erotic Paranormal Werewolf Romance Stories
Werewolf Hunters
BOOK 1 : DESIRE
CHAPTER 1
Paige ran.
Her paws hit the grass as she felt the wind blow through her fur. Yes. She was free. Her head snapped to the left as she heard it. A pack of coyotes. No, she could take them but it would be too much work. She would find prey that was easy to catch. She bowed her head and pushed her four legs to move faster. Paige caught a small creature moving in the corner of her eye.
A white rabbit.
A growl escaped her as she lunged towards it. He was faster than most rabbits she had chased recently. He maneuvered away from her and ran for his hole. She pushed herself. Faster. The voice in her head commanded. She obliged as she lunged towards the rabbit.
Yes. Paige felt its fur in her mouth. She could hear its heart pounding in its chest. Paige took a deep breath but it wasn’t fear that she smelt, and it wasn’t coming from the rabbit in her mouth.
She dropped the creature from her mouth. It looked at her in shock for a fraction of a second before running away and making it to a hole.
Paige turned her attention to the scent she needed to track. Death. With her tail tucked between her legs she ran towards it.
It took her five minutes until the scent was so overpowering her eyes almost watered. She closed in on the smell and skidded to a stop as she saw the cause of it.
Seven zombies.
Shit. Paige was going to have to kill the undead. A snarl escaped her as several of the zombies turned their attention to her. They moved slowly, it took them almost ten seconds to turn their bodies and another three seconds to move one of their feet in her direction. Paige braced herself for the fight that was about to come.
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Ben lowered the gun slightly as he watched the wolf ready herself.
“I thought she was part of this.” Markus didn’t turn away from the fight as he spoke.
“So did I.” Ben ran his hand over his face. He’d shaved this morning and already stubble was coming back. “But it looks like she wants to kill them as much as we do.” He winced as watched one of the zombies grab hold of her and bite. She let out a sad yelp of pain as she turned to bite the zombie. The zombie grabbed a hold of her neck and chomped down. Another zombie grabbed her stomach. The wolf let out another cry.
Ben felt his heart tighten. “I know I’m not supposed to feel bad for these things…” but her helpless yelp was what made him raise his gun. Ben fired three shots in quick secession. The last three zombies fall to the ground.
The wolf snapped her head in their direction. Her ears flattened. “Come on,” he motioned for Markus to walk with him. “We better show ourselves before she comes to find us.”
Paige snarled as the men made our way into her line of sight. In the light of the full moon Ben could just barely make out the sight of blood dripping down her neck and from her belly. His eyes shot to the ground as he dropped the gun. She hadn’t done anything wrong; in fact it looked to him like she had actually been trying to do something good. But he didn’t want to engage her.
He heard Markus’s gun drop to the ground and peeked up just enough to see her turn her back on them and walk away, refusing to use her left front paw. Once she was out of sight Markus picked his gun up and padded to where she had been. “She’s bleeding badly.”
Ben followed him to the pool of blood from where she’d been standing. “We should make sure she makes it home alright.”
Werewolves were monsters, but he wasn’t going to take the chance that some poor girl would pass out on the side walk down town.
*****
Tears rolled down Paige’s cheeks, mixing into her fur, as she ever so slowly made her way back to the small house she rented. Ouch. A whimper escaped her as she limped along.
Almost there. Just keep it together Paige. You’ve got this, you’re almost home
. She was tired. All she wanted as to sleep.
Paige turned down onto her street. There it was, at the end of the block. So close yet so far away. Another whimper escaped her as she stepped forward. Damn zombies. That was the second time this week and she was beginning to realize what a pain in the ass they were. And on top of that there had been hunters. Human hunters. Zombies she could kill, and maybe the occasional rabbit or stray cat if the wolf side really wanted to, but people? No. I couldn’t do that. Fuck. She was so close. Her vision went blurry as she stumbled forward. Paige’s paws hit grass. Her grass.
She stumbled forward, her face hitting the ground.
“Shit.” The voice was male. I could hear two sets of feet running towards me. “Do you think this is her place?”
“It reeks of wolf.” She heard one of them try to open her door as another one touched her. She flinched and mustered enough energy to bare her teeth. The man covered her jaw with his hand just like she was nothing but a pup.
“Hurry up and pick the lock. She’s about to pass out and I don’t want to have to carry a naked girl around.”
Naked girl? Where are they taking me?
Paige’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to struggle free. She knew her nails connected with his flesh when he let out a curse. His fingers tightened around her snout. She struggled to fight them off but she could feel herself getting drowsy. Paige could feel sleep coming.
No. Fight Paige, you have to fight.
Chapter 2
Paige’s eyes snapped open. She could feel the softness of a bed around her. No, it was her bed. It smelt like her bed, in her house.
She looked around. The sun was high in the sky. Taking a deep breath she sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. There were men in her house.
“You’re awake.” One of them stood in the door. He wore a green muscle shirt, and boy did he have muscles, with a pair of dirt jeans. He had a soft face, though she couldn’t see much behind his beard. His short black hair was slicked back and he carried a plate of food. “We figured you’d be up soon.” He paced into the room and sat down on the bed in front of her, he refused to look at her though.
Paige’s cheeks burned as she realized why.
I’m naked.
She looked down at her body; sure enough she had been right. A gasp escaped her as she pulled the sheet over her body.
As soon as she had covered herself the man looked at her. “Here,” He handed her the plate of food.
Paige took it cautiously. One hand still holding the blanket in place she lifted the plate to her nose and took a deep breath. If there were anything poisonous in this she couldn’t detect it.
“May I check on your neck?” he asked. Paige scowled but didn’t say anything. “Come on, please. We’ve had to change it two times in the past four hours. You don’t really want to start bleeding all over the place, do you?” his voice was kind.
“Fine.” Paige relented.
The man stood up with a smile. She was perfectly still as he moved to her side. She could tell he was trying to stay in her line of sight, not that it made her feel any more at ease but she did appreciate him trying.
“See, it’s a good thing you let me. When you woke up you must have got yourself bleeding again.” She heard him say as tended to her wound. She took a deep breath closing her eyes. He lay a bandage on the wound. She heard him peel the tape and rip it before she felt him put it on her. “There, good as new. Now try not to bleed too much, would you?” He turned on his heel and padded to the door. “I’ll leave you alone to eat. If you need anything just call me. My name’s Markus by the way.”
“Paige.”she answered gruffly.
Markus nodded as he walked out of the room.
Paige stared after him. He was one of the hunters she’d run into last night. Last night… she hardly remembered any of it. She remembered the zombies, and she remembered the hunters shooting them after she’ been bitten, and she kind of remembered making her way home… but that was it. She took a deep breath, the bacon and pancakes Markus had made her filling her lungs. She stared down at them for another few seconds before tentatively picking a piece of bacon up. She took a small bite, chewed and swallowed. Before long the plate was empty.
Paige contemplated calling Markus to come get it.
You’re a grown woman. You can do it yourself.
She told herself, carefully pushing up from bed. She looked down at her belly. It had been cut last night as well. She blushed as she looked down at the bandage on her stomach.
They touched me while I was naked
. She felt so embarrassed. She looked down at her body. There was another bandage on her leg. She put a little weight on the leg, it felt fine.