Ultimate Paranormal Romance, 15 in 1! (BWWM Paranormal Boxed Set)

by R S Holloway

  NO!! A shrill shriek came from the girl as she launched herself atop Phil’s back. Phil kept on punching the man, ignoring the bloody wounds the girl inflicted on him with her teeth and nails. The man continued to struggle under Phil. With a loud growl, Phil punched, embedding his fist deep into the man’s face. A loud crash was heard as bits of bone and cartilage flew from the man’s destroyed visage. The man continued to twitch, his body exploding in subtle jerks. Phil removed his bloody fist from the man’s face and reached behind him, pulling the girl from his back. Claire watched in horror as Phil threw the girl, her body like a doll, slamming on the wall beside Claire. The girl was stunned. Claire grabbed a bottle among the garbage strewn on the alley and tried to hit the girl with it. She connected, her hand releasing the bottle as the impact jarred her whole arm. The girl revived with a frenzy, grabbing Claire’s head and slamming it against the wall.

  Claire slumped down, her head an explosion of pain. Through her fading eyes, she saw Phil approach the girl, pick her up and almost lovingly embrace her. She heard Phil growl, then heard several snaps as the girls bones were crushed under Phil’s embrace. Phil let the girl’s limp body drop, her limp body hitting the pavement with a soft thud. He turned and walked towards Claire.

  Claire’s fear rose as Phil approached her. Her vision dimmed as Phil crouched beside her. The last thing she saw was Phil’s grey eyes, looking at her with suppressed rage and desire.

  ***

  Claire woke up screaming. She flailed about momentarily, causing pillows to fly. Her dreams were filled with blood and violence. She could feel a dull ache on her head and a raw pain in her arm and midsection. After a moment or so, she calmed down and tried to make sense of the situation.

  She was injured. She touched her head, and found that the ache was tolerable. She removed the covers and found that she was naked. A dull bruise was flaring up on her stomach. She glanced at her arm and saw that the wound had been wrapped with a handkerchief. Light was streaming from the shut windows. Aside from the slivers of light that managed to penetrate the room, it was dark. She looked around. The place was familiar. She turned to the bedside drawer and was startled to see her eyes looking back at her from a photograph of her and Phil together. It was from a summer trip they took, when Claire had learned that Phil didn’t even know how to swim.

  “Phil”

  She looked around and saw the light coming from the open bathroom door. One of Phil’s proclivities was that he always left things open. Drawers, doors, cabinets, whenever Phil opened them, the idea of closing them after somehow always escaped his mind. She could hear the faint sound of the shower running from the bathroom.

  Claire gathered the soft bed covers around her petite form. She looked around the room for her clothes, or anything that could cover her up more comfortably. She spied one of Phil’s football jerseys on top of a chair beside the table. She walked over to it and placed the large shirt over her head. It was overly large, reaching mid thigh, exposing her legs. She gingerly approached the open bathroom door.

  Claire almost fainted when she saw all the blood. It covered almost every tile in the bathroom. The shower curtain was drenched in it. Claire carefully made her way towards the shower. She pulled aside the curtain, dreading what she was about to see.

  Phil lay curled on the bathroom floor. He was naked, drenched with water. Claire could hear a soft moan coming from him. Claire turned off the shower and crouched beside Phil. She laid a hand on Phil’s wet shoulder.

  Phil’s body tensed. His eyes shot open, his face contorted with fury. His eyes finally found Claire’s and his expression softened.

  “Phil...”

  Phil sat up. Claire was stunned at the sight of his body. Phil was a large man but he was more burly than muscular. Phil now looked liked a starved dockworker she had seen a picture of a couple of days back. For the first time, Claire could see the outlines of Phil’s ribs. His beefy arms and large thighs showed more tone, as if all the fat had been sucked away. The fat in his stomach were Claire had loved to lay her head on was gone, replaced by the lines of his abdominal muscles. She noticed that his profuse chest hair was gone. She glanced at his cock, startled that it was erect and shocked to see that the pubic hair was sloughing off.

  “Phil...What happened...What’s happening?”

  Phil looked at her, a thin-lipped smile on his now bare face. Claire could see the strong lines of his jaw, the powerful thrust of his chin. He shook his head.

  “I don’t know”

  Claire looked at him. He looked like a man in pain. Phil stared back. “I was so close to dying. He sucked my blood. Down to the last drop. I was a second away from what I was sure was death.” He paused and his eyes looked at her pleadingly. “It may sound ridiculous but I saw everything I’ve ever done, the good, the bad. I saw my most embarrassing moments replayed over and over. I saw every regret I had, felt every pain that I’ve felt in my lifetime. I relived every joy I knew.” His gaze became harder. “And then I saw you”

  “They were about to do to you whatever it was that they did to me. The man was holding you captive with his gaze.” He shuddered at the memory. “I was looking at you just as everything was turning black. You were scared.”

  As if in pain, Phil closed his eyes. “Everything turned black. And then became red. I saw blood. I saw the heat of your blood emanating from your body. I sensed the heat of my blood inside that damned stranger. It was all I could think about, all I’ve wanted. To get blood into me, inside me. Mine, yours, it didn’t matter whose. I was a monster, a beast. I fought him, fought another, and then...” He shook violently. “I came after you. Fought against it, fought whatever urges it was that wanted me to hurt you. I fought it until I was exhausted. I think I fainted. When I came to, I found myself over the strange man. His face was busted open and his throat was ripped off. Blood was everywhere. I-I felt full, alive, more alive than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.” He looked at her fearfully, afraid of her reaction.

  “The sun was starting to shine, and the light was hurting me. My eyes, my skin. I grabbed you and ran back here.” He shook his head. “I ran with you across my shoulders and it took me just couple of minutes to get here.”

  Phil looked at her. “I am sorry Claire, for hurting you.”

  Claire shook her head. “You saved me. I heard you. You were dying and yet you told me to run. To leave you.” Tears started to fill Claire’s eyes. “You fought for me, fought not to hurt me. You loved me”

  Phil reached out and touched her face. Claire could see the now healed wounds on his knuckles. “Loved? I still do you know. I still love you.” He hesitated then turned away “But I’m not sure who or what I am anymore.”

  Claire touched his face, turning it towards her. She pulled him closer. He was resisting him, but in the end their lips met. Phil’s lips were burning, as if he had a fever. Claire wrapped her arms around him, engaging him in a passionate kiss. He struggled to end it at first, his lips unmoving. As Claire continued with her kiss, Phil closed his eyes, his resolve melting. Passionately, he kissed Claire back, his powerful hands ran over her body, exploring her breasts, her hips. She reached down and grabbed his erect cock. She pulled her lips away from his in surprise.

  “Oh my God!”

  It was on fire. She ran her hand around its full length, feeling its wildly throbbing veins. She reached lower, cupping his full, now smooth balls. He closed his eyes and groaned with impatient need. He grabbed her, lifted her up and carried her as if she were nothing. He moved quickly, reaching the bed in no time. He threw her on the bed, looking down at her, his chest heaving with desire.

  Claire was mesmerized at his figure. His strange, ripped muscles knotted everywhere. Her hand traced the outlines of his now flat stomach, all the while cupping and kneading his balls. She bent her head closer to his burning cock, feeling the heat emanating from it with her lips. She kissed the tip of his cock, her lips felt like it was scalding. She hungrily took him inside her, his co
ck burning inside her mouth. Phil grabbed her hair, gently but insistently. She complied, allowing him to dictate her head’s movements. She took him, all of him, inside her mouth. Her hands explored his chest, his stomach, and his arms. Her fingers found its way into his ass cheeks, down into the crevice. He let out a moan, almost a howl as she plunged her fingers into his ass while still continuing to suck his cock.

  With a sharp tug, Phil pulled Claire away from his cock. She resisted, still hungry for his manhood. But Phil wanted her now. He tore open the jersey she was wearing easily, exposing her nubile form, her full breasts. He pushed her down on the bed and lay on top of her. His body was scorching. He grabbed her breast, squeezed it, making her sigh with pleasure. He flicked his hot tongue, teasing her nipples, savoring their taste before engulfing her tits in his mouth. He kissed her, moving his body, caressing her stomach, licking and sucking on her pelvis bone, and eventually, moving lower until his face was level with her moist pussy. He kissed it, sending a thrill of pleasure through Claire. He caressed her silken thighs, his head buzzing with desire. Claire felt a stab of fear as Phil plunged his hot tongue deep inside her. It was burning! She arced her back, the fear replaced almost immediately with pleasure. She shuddered as waves of minor orgasms shook her with each thrust of Phil’s tongue. Phil explored her pussy. His hands ran up and down the smooth skin of her legs, squeezing her calf muscles as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into her.

  Finally, Claire pulled him up.

  “I want you in me”

  Phil smiled hungrily at her and for the first time Claire could see his lengthened canines. Her fear came back, roiling, blending with the unnatural lust she felt. She closed her eyes, surrendering, giving her body to him, accepting the consequences, whatever they may be.

  Phil positioned himself. He rubbed the head of his cock on the surface of Claire’s pussy. It was so hot that Claire looked down involuntarily, expecting to see her skin burn. She flailed wildly, her fingernails digging deep into Phil’s back as he entered her. Each thrust was a climax. Phil was in a frenzy. His vision was dimming, his being consumed with lust. His hips pumped on their own accord as he repeatedly thrust his cock deep into her, faster and harder than he had ever done before. Claire was bucking, writhing in unnatural pleasure as Phil’s burning cock plunged deep into her.

  And then Phil’s vision changed. He saw the heat coming from Claire’s body, sensed the blood that lay under her skin. His fevered thrusting intensified, making Claire scream over and over. His face inches from hers, he bent, his tongue touching her neck, tracing the outline of her throbbing blood vessel.

  Claire felt Phil’s tongue on her neck. She could feel it tracing the outline of her carotid artery. She closed her eyes, her body racked with waves of pleasure. She could feel his need, his hunger for her. She could feel his cock becoming harder, nearing climax. She could feel the sharp point of his canines against her skin. The pleasure intensified as Phil’s thrusts became more urgent. Tears formed in her eyes as his teeth came into full contact with her skin. So be it.

  “I love you Phil. God, just come inside me! Take me! Do it, just do it!

  Phil gave a primal growl and thrust deep into her, almost lifting her up. He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face as he surrendered to his urges, unleashing the beast inside him as he bit down and tasted blood. It filled him, fueled his desire for Claire even further. He bit deeper, tasting the hot blood, reveling in wanton desire. His vision turned to white as he experience pleasure like never before. Waves of molten lava burst inside Claire as Phil came. His semen flooded her pussy, a torrent of fire. She was delirious with pleasure, crying, screaming, laughing, her body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, each more intense than the previous. She could feel the wetness in her neck, the warm moisture of blood intermingling with her sweat, and in some strange way, heightening even more the pleasure she was experiencing. Pleasure. Ecstasy. Surging through her very being.

  They lay together, entwined, spent. Looking into each others eyes. She had surrendered her life, her soul to him. She could vaguely discern Phil’s mouth, it was tinged with blood. She thought about what would happen now. Claire raised her hand to touch her neck, wondering why it still didn’t hurt. She ran her fingers over the skin on her neck, looking for the wound. She was startled to find that the skin was unbroken. There was no wound. She looked at Phil in surprise, taking a better glimpse of his red mouth. It was still dripping blood around his chin.

  “You bit your own lip?”

  He looked at her. “I’m never going to let myself hurt you anymore”

  ****

  10. Lust For A Wolf (Werewolf sex)

  He knew he shouldn't venture out on the night of a full golden moon. Something, though, told him to go to her. She needed him tonight, that much he knew.

  Although the shine of tonight's moon would bring forth the dreaded change, an eternal transformation whose pull and force he could not resist, the magnetic pull that he felt toward this woman was far stronger. It spirited him forth from his modest cabin in the woods, to the place where he knew she would be. The place where he hoped she awaited him.

  His heart, he reasoned, was already there; so his body might as well follow.

  ****

  “Could you go any slower tonight Doll? The salsa that table five has been waiting for since time began is just about to fossilize.”

  “Is it now? Well then, I'll just have to bring some home for your late night snack this evening, won't I?”

  Mya Kline shot a hard stare in the direction of Brian Randolph, the owner of the Full Moon Inn. Mya had been Brian's employee for eight years and his girlfriend for six. Right now though, she regretted both positions in equal measure.

  “You know you haven't said a kind word to me all day. You haven't kissed me in a week. We haven't made love in a month.” Mya heaved a deep sigh as she retrieved a cracked wooden tray from the corner of the Full Moon kitchen, a small and modest space where burgers were grilled and salsa was whipped on a nightly basis.

  The 29-year-old wearily made her way to the plain wooden door that lead to the bar beyond. I went to four years of culinary school for this?

  “Hurry it up!” Brian called from behind her, his tone harsh and unyielding.

  “Shut it up!” She called back, balancing her salsa tray with one hand while using her free one to gift her beloved with a spirited one finger salute.

  Ignoring his grunts of protest, she stepped into the rustic tavern that had made the Full Moon a favorite among locals.

  Maybe they like my original artwork, that occupies the walls. Deep in thought, she smiled slightly at the sight of the woodland portraits that hung just above the bar. Maybe they like the nostalgic '50s jukebox and the friendly service. Again she rolled her eyes, taking note of the long line that formed just before the bar. Oh ef it, they just want the brew.

  Just then, Maya spotted something that she wanted. Or, more specifically, someone.

  A newcomer to the Full Moon Inn, Cody Fuller was a gorgeous hunk of a man. On top of that, he was one of the kindest and most courteous customers who'd ever passed the threshold of her rough and ready watering hole.

  Tall and muscular, his massive, rock hard frame really filled out his clothes. He donned a fitted plain white T-shirt, along with tight blue jeans. Simple, yet effective. He had wide dark eyes, a carved sculpted face,m and a long mane of silky black hair that flowed down his sturdy back.

  “Now that’s a man if I ever saw one.”

  She shot a sly grin in his direction, trembling as he returned it with a sexy smile and a slant-eyed leer that made her pulse race.

  I’m sorry, but this is just short of ridiculous, the thought entered her lust stricken mind. He looks to be a good five or six years younger than me, and with his looks he could have his pick of any woman in the place.

  Sneaking a quick look at a wall mirror, Mya winced a bit at the reflection that, in her mind at least, did not come close to matching the perf
ection of the man she desired. True, her own smoky ebony eyes and full ruby red lips seemed hot enough. So did her curly dark hair, and full plump breasts.

  Yet, the hips that fall directly below those breasts are pretty plump too, she snorted, and working the night shift has left some wrinkles on my mug, no use denying it.

  So why did this man look at her as though she was the hottest woman on earth? And why was he now crooking his finger at her, beckoning her to him?

  Ours is not to question why, she giggled in spite of herself.

  Suddenly, she found herself face to face with the man who tempted and teased her, often without saying a word.

  Mya attempted a casual smile as she approached Cody’s table. “Good evening Cody.”

  “Evenin’ Mya.” His deep, sexy voice made her pulse race. “You’re looking lovely tonight.”

  “I’m looking sweaty tonight.” Mya corrected, nudging him across the table. “So what can I do for you tonight here at the Full Moon Inn? Get you a burger and fries? Maybe some of our prime brew?”

  Cody shook his head, pinning her with a penetrating stare.

  “Actually, Miss,” he leaned back in his slick leather chair, folding his hands behind his head, “I was wondering just what I could do for you.”

  Mya froze. Her customer’s soft, suggestive words sending chills up her spine.

  “And what exactly do you mean by that?” She planted her hands on her hips, a smile softening her tough stance and no nonsense tone.

  Cody shrugged, meeting her teasing grin with one of his own.

  “I was just wondering, Ma’am, if I might have the opportunity to entertain you here at the Full Moon.” His voice was soft and alluring.

  “Babe you entertain me every time you come in,” she blurted out, then felt her cheeks flush red as she considered these words.

  Ah, dang it. He noticed.

  She blushed outright as her words were met with smoldering eyes and a sensual smile.