Hallowen Bites

by Alexa Riley

  “Let me go! I said I would talk, Charles. You can’t cuff me!”

  As the second cuff snaps around her wrist, I lean down and flash her my most wicked smile. “Looks like I just did, kitten.”

  “Start talking,” she says through gritted teeth.

  I grab her chin and make her look at me, slowly running my thumb across her bottom lip. “You forget your place, Mandy. You don’t tell me what to do.”

  She tries to shake her head free, but I just hold her steady and keep rubbing her lip, waiting for her to calm down. Eventually, my patience is rewarded and she takes a deep breath, letting some of the tension go.

  “Yes, I was at Stella’s auction. It was the first and only other auction I ever attended besides yours.”

  “Why did you go?”

  “Basically to be a dick and raise the price for them. I knew how bad they wanted her, and I used that knowledge to my advantage. I needed something from them and I needed leverage.”

  “What did you need?” She sounds hopeful but cautious when she asks, not wanting to let her heart fully believe the worst.

  “You, kitten. I needed you.”

  “But I don’t understand. You had me. You got me for thirty days from them. What happened?”

  “A while back Justin came into the Snake Eyes to have a date with some reality TV housewife, and it went bad. I ended up helping him get out of a sticky situation, but I kept the video of their encounter. I used that to blackmail them into them giving me you for a month. I was so jealous that they had you, and it consumed me. I’d never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted you. From the very first second I saw you, I had to have you. I thought at first that you belonged to them, but after the auction and the switch, I knew the truth.”

  “Then why didn’t you do something about it when I was working here? Why did you let me go through the auction?”

  “When you worked here for me, I was so consumed with every breath you took, and I couldn’t focus on anything. I didn’t trust myself to do the things I wanted to do to you without ruining you. You seemed too perfect and too good for me. You still are.”

  “So why the auction then. Why buy me?”

  “Because I knew if I had you under contract you couldn’t say no. It’s that simple.”

  “And everything with Aaron and Justin?”

  “It was all taken care of two weeks ago. I knew that I didn’t want this to end, and I felt that you didn’t either. This past month had been the best of my life, and I wanted to make things right with them. I gave Justin the video and we mended fences. I didn’t realize they were going to tell Stella part of the story and she was going to flip out and come to try to take you away.”

  At my words, Mandy smiles, and I can see her letting her anger go. “So, you and me?”

  I climb off her body and go to my dresser. I take out a box and come back to the bed.

  “I had this made after the first time I ever saw you.”

  Opening the box, I show her the engagement ring I picked out. It’s a five carat ruby, surrounded by black diamonds. I wanted my mark on her at all times, even then.

  I look into her eyes and see tears start to form, and I lean down to kiss each one away. “I’ve loved you from the second I laid eyes on you, even when I didn’t think I could have you. I don’t know how or why, but I can’t live without you. If I have to keep you cuffed to this bed for the next fifty years, I’ll do it because for me, there’s no other option. There’s no plan B.”

  “Charles, I love you too,” she whispers, and I pull the ring out of the box and slide it on her finger.

  “I’ll love you, worship you, and own you until the day you take your last breath. I’ll never let you go, never let you leave me, and I’ll always bring you back if you try.”

  Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, saying with my body what I can’t say with words, and when I feel her legs wrap around me I know she’s saying “yes”. Good thing, because there was never a choice.

  Epilogue

  Charles

  Five years later…

  “Harder, Sir.”

  “No.”

  “Please, Sir. I promise I’ll be so good for the rest of the day.”

  “You say that every time, and you never do it.”

  “This time I mean it, I swear.”

  One day I’m going to have to stop giving her what she wants. She topping from the bottom again and she knows it. If I give in she’ll do something bratty later so I’ll punish her. It’s a cycle that always leads to us naked and sated, so I shouldn’t complain too much.

  “You’re too far along.”

  “You heard the doctor, it’s totally okay. Please, Sir. I need it.”

  Mandy is due any day now with our first baby. We decided to wait a while and spend some time enjoying being married before starting a family. So when we finally decided to take the plunge, we were shocked to find out that we got pregnant on the first try. Mandy said it was all the practice, and I said it was her body telling me she wanted to breed with me. Both scenarios worked.

  “Fine, but if your water breaks while I’m fucking you and spanking your cunt, you can explain it to everyone.”

  I thrust hard and pull out all the way, smacking her pussy with the flat of my hand. Quickly, I thrust back inside her, fucking her hard a few times before pulling out and smacking it again. After the third smack I pull out and move down her body, sucking her cunt and tasting her sweetness.

  “More, Sir. More. Fuck me.”

  Her pregnancy hormones have been off the charts, and her body is always ready. When we fuck, she wants it all, and I let her have what she wants like always.

  Moving back up, I press my cock to her opening and thrust hard while I rub her clit. “You know I need the taste of pussy on my face when I cum.”

  “Kiss me,” she says, wanting to taste it too.

  I lean over her swollen belly and press my lips to hers, sharing her honey. “Your pussy is sweeter when you’re pregnant. I think we should keep you this way.” Mandy throws her head back, moaning at my words, and I sit up, rubbing her clit until she starts pulsing around my cock. “That’s it, kitten. Give me everything.”

  Her body tenses and she pulls at her cuffs, cumming hard and long. She shouts out my name, and seeing her in all her beauty sends me over the edge. As I cum with her, I can’t help but think about how gorgeous she is right now, round with my child and lost in pleasure. She gets more beautiful with every day that passes, and seeing her like this is pure paradise.

  She lies there, trying to catch her breath, and she looks up at me and smiles. “Again, Sir.”

  Goddamn, I’m a lucky devil.

  * * *

  THE END!

  Riding Red

  Gray Ridge, Colorado is a quiet town, but this Halloween there's a mating moon, and the shifters' need to breed their fated mates runs strong.

  Ruby is the proud owner of Red's Goodie Basket, and as the new girl in town, she's looking for business. But when the local sexy sheriff, Dominic Wolfe, keeps the customers away, she finds it's hard to stay mad when burning with desire.

  Dominic is a shifter, and his wolf wants Ruby. Since the second he laid eyes on her, he's been fighting the need to mark her as his. But when the mating moon is full, he won't be able to control his wolf any longer.

  Tricks and treats are the last things on his mind when the mating heat takes over, and his obsession is put to the test.

  Warning: This story is a sexy twist on a classic fairy tale, complete with a red cape, a basket of goodies, and a hungry wolf. It's written to make you smile, turn you on, and help you celebrate Halloween!

  Chapter One

  Ruby

  “We can't serve those!” I look down at the cookies, which are shaped like tiny dicks, and I try to convince myself I’m seeing things. It’s 5:30 in the morning, and I haven’t had any coffee yet, so maybe my brain is still putting things together. I scan the tray again, hoping I’m wrong. Nope
. Definitely little cocks.

  “Why not?” Gwen picks up one of the cock-shaped cookies and bites off the head, making me cringe. I don’t have a penis, but I can imagine that would hurt. “They taste delicious. I added a hint of pumpkin spice. Bitches love pumpkin spice.” She nods her head like it’s a fact that bitches love pumpkin spice. She finishes the cookie, moaning appreciatively. It gives a whole new meaning to ‘swallowing’ here at Red’s Goodie Basket.

  “Do bitches like biting the heads off dicks too?”

  Gwen scrunches her nose and looks down at the batch of cookies on the prep table. “They don’t look like dicks. They’re broomsticks.” But even as she defends herself, she tilts her head to study them.

  “Pubic hair.” I point to what was supposed to be the bristles of a broom, then slide my finger across what I’m guessing should have been the actual broomstick. “The cock.”

  She bites her lip, and I can tell she’s trying to find a way to prove me wrong.

  “Gwen. If it’s a freaking broomstick, why is it cumming?” The end of the cookie has white icing shooting out of it and clearly looks like cum.

  “That’s the magic coming out! It’s a witch’s broomstick!” She says it so earnestly that I’m not sure who she's trying to convince here, me or herself.

  “Yeah, something’s coming out of it all right.”

  Suddenly, we both bust out laughing. I should be frustrated, but laughing feels good. It’s something I haven’t done in a while, and I let it out, enjoying the silliness of the situation.

  When we finally stop laughing, a worried look crosses her face. “It’s fine.” I try to reassure her. I only opened the bakery a little over a week ago, and I’m sure she thinks I might fire her. What she doesn’t know is, she’s the only person who applied for the job. For some reason I had a hard time transitioning to this quiet little town in Gray Ridge, Colorado.

  If it wasn’t for the tourists who pass through, I wouldn’t have any business at all. Lucky for me there’s a national park nearby that keeps my little shop busy. I’m just not sure how long it will last once the snow starts hitting the mountains and the line of tourists slows down. I was told some of the roads get shut down around here after the first snow. Maybe by then the people who live here will start to warm to me. Otherwise it’s going to be a tight few months, and I’ll have to pull more from my savings. As the holidays are fast approaching, I’m hopeful everyone will need desserts.

  It’s coming close to the end of October, and I thought some festive Halloween treats would be a good idea. When I mentioned it to Gwen, she jumped all over it, wanting to make them herself. She always seems to want to stay here as much as she can. I had a pile of paperwork to cover last night, so I gave her a shot at the cookies on her own. I went upstairs to my little apartment/office over the bakery and left her to it. This morning I’m seeing the error of my ways.

  When I hired her, I knew she didn’t have any experience, but she seemed eager to learn. Whenever I made stuff, she watched my every move, absorbing all the information she could. I had gone to culinary school and was more than happy to teach her all my tricks. It’s been nice having someone to talk to who shares my interests, but she still has a long way to go when it comes to culinary crafts.

  “Okay, we don’t have to serve these. What else did you make?”

  Gwen makes her way over to the cooler, pulling out more cookies. She walks back over to me, putting down a huge tray of orange pumpkin cookies that read ‘EAT ME’ in giant black lettering.

  “Why ‘eat me’?” I ask, looking at the perfectly made pumpkins. Perfect other than the message, of course.

  “It’s subliminal messaging to the customers.” She nods her head like she’s been working in advertising and knows this is a selling secret. “People will just have to buy the cookies and eat them because the cookie told them to.”

  “Anything else?” I cross my fingers behind my back, praying we might have something we’ll be able to sell today. Now I’m not so sure if I want us to be busy today. I need to whip up some usable cookies and Halloween treats on top of the normal stuff I sell. That would keep me in the back all day with Gwen running the counter by herself.

  “I did some cupcakes too.” She bounces back over to the cooler, her excitement clear. Two seconds later she comes strolling out carrying a tray of cupcakes all iced in green, black, white, and orange. The only problem is there seem to be more cocks sticking out of the top of them.

  “What is this?” I point to what clearly looks like a dick on top of a cupcake. Not that I’ve ever had experience with a real one, but I do have a Tumblr account.

  “Those are fingers. Don’t they look creepy-cool?” I can tell she’s excited about this. I even fear she stayed extra late last night making them. Her face has a giant smile pasted across it, and I can’t seem to bring myself to pop her bubble.

  “They’re great, Gwen.” I grab one of the trays, going to load it into one of the cases up front. I plot where I can put them, thinking maybe I can hide them behind a giant stack of Rice Krispie treats and some cakes or something. I could put them on the bottom row, but kids would be at eye level with them then. I guess I’ll have to put them on the top, and I cringe inwardly.

  This is not going to win me any favors with the locals who already avoid me. They don’t seem too happy that I’ve taken over the town bakery. It’s the only reason I have as to why so many turn and walk the other way when they see me. I haven’t been in this town long enough to make anyone mad. You’d think I came and stole the bakery or something the way everyone acts. I saw it for sale online and made an offer, and if they didn’t like new people, maybe they shouldn’t have put an online listing for the world to see!

  The site even showed you the paperwork of how successful the previous owner had been and explained that the only reason it was for sale was because the owner passed away, and the remaining family couldn’t run it. But business wasn’t quite so booming now that I was running the place.

  When I saw this place I knew it would be perfect for me; a fresh start somewhere new, and I could leave the sad memories behind. After my grandma passed, I was all alone. She raised me after my parents died in a car accident when I was five years old. After high school I’d gone to college, got a degree in business, but couldn’t seem to settle into anything. The only time I ever felt happy was when I went home to my grandma’s and when I was in her kitchen baking. That’s when I knew I had to make baking my life if I wanted to be happy.

  My grandma pushed me into culinary school, and sadly it wasn’t long after I graduated that I lost her. After I closed her estate, I knew I wanted to open my own bakery, and I searched for the prime place. When I stumbled across this little town with this perfect little bakery, something about it drew me in. When I stepped inside the first time, I knew this was the place; I felt like I fit. It was almost as if the bakery was waiting for me, like my fate was here.

  Pushing through the door from the kitchen to the front, I set the tray on the counter and start making coffee while I set up the display cases. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself; I haven’t been here that long.

  Gwen follows behind me, and I see her go to the trays in the window of the store and start placing treats on display there too. Shit.

  Maybe when we open I can send her on an errand and throw all of them out while she’s gone. I could tell her they sold like crazy, but then she just might want to make more. Double shit.

  Finishing our morning set up, I walk over to the window display and move things around a little. Once everything is set, I flip the sign over from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’ and unlock the door. I head back behind the counter and watch as people pass by the bakery, making their way to their own shops to open. A few people I don’t recognize come in for a coffee, eyeing the Halloween cookies. I went ahead and put the ‘broomsticks’ out too. Might as well if I’m doing the other ones. If they don’t sell, I can always take them to the nursing home down the road like I alway
s do with my extras. Maybe they wouldn’t notice they looked like little cocks.

  “I think I’ll run down to the hardware store later and get some Halloween decorations. Add some festivity to the place. I know some of the kids will be trick or treating up and down the street Saturday for Halloween. Maybe some of them will drag their parents in or something if it looks festive.” I try to sound excited, but Gwen just snorts, making her blonde hair bounce. You’d think I’d be making a killing with her working the front counter considering how hot she is. She eats more of the merchandise than I do, but I’m not sure where her lean body puts it. Mine all goes to my hips and ass.

  “Gwen, you were born and raised here, right?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I’ve heard her talk about her brother. She lives with him, and she constantly complains that he doesn’t let her do anything. I actually think her applying for this job was an act of rebellion. After seeing all the Halloween dirty treats she made, I’m starting to think she’s sexually repressed. Not that I can point fingers. I’m a twenty-four-year old virgin, and Gwen’s only three years younger than me. But I wasn’t the one making cock treats.

  “Yep, born and raised,” she says, turning and leaning her hip against the counter next to the register.

  “Was most everyone around here born and raised here?” The town seems so tightly knit, like there’s this club I can’t seem to break into. It’s like I haven’t performed some secret rite of passage yet or something. Every day I keep hoping something will give; that it’s just a fluke people aren’t coming in yet. Maybe they don’t know the bakery is back open, but I’m starting to think in a town like this everyone knows everything about everyone.

  She shrugs her shoulders, and I can see her choosing her words carefully. “Most are from here, but Alp— I mean, my brother, likes to welcome in strays from time to time.”