by Liv Brywood
Jamison shoved deep before crying out and blasting ribbons of cum into her ass. He pulled out only to be replaced by Chet. For a split second, she wondered if Chet’s cock would vibrate as hard as his tongue. If it did, she’d be destroyed.
Chet pushed into her ass and pounded hard, as if relieving his frustration from having to wait. It didn’t take long before he blasted a load into her. He teetered away and collapsed on the grass.
Holt took his place and stuffed his thick cock all the way in. Her eyes flew open as another orgasm consumed her soul. Her entire body pulsed with energy and she knew she could direct it anyway she wanted. If she wanted to enslave the men and make them her sexual servants, she could.
But she knew better and cursed her ethics. It was better to be safe than to misuse magic and face the unexpected consequences.
Shaw continued to pound her ravaged pussy. But she wanted more. She wanted to stay in this place of total erotic bliss for the rest of her life. If she died in this exact moment, she wouldn’t care.
Holt grumbled. “Fucking hell.”
His cock exploded, filling her with sticky cum. He didn’t pull out, instead he kept his thick cock stuffed inside.
Shaw said, “One more time. Come for me.”
As if on command, her body shuttered violently. The pleasure was too much. She fainted.
***
A soft, female voice said, “Ruby, sweetie. What are you doing?”
Ruby stared up into her friend Kendra’s concerned face. Sunlight streamed into the meadow. Her head pounded. “Where am I?”
“Near the west entrance to the park.”
“What am I doing here?” As Ruby sat up, the world spun on its axis.
“That’s what I’d like to know. You disappeared from the Midsummer celebration last night and no one could find you.”
“I don’t remember what happened.”
Kendra said, “Exactly how much of Morgana’s special Midsummer punch did you have last night?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Are you feeling ill?”
“No. In fact, I’ve never felt so good in my life,” Ruby replied.
“I’ll go let the others know that you’re safe so they’ll stop looking for you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Kendra jogged off into the forest.
As Ruby struggled to remember the events of the previous night, flashes of erotic positions and lusty werewolves played like a silent film in her mind. But had it really happened? It seemed so fuzzy. Was it all a dream? Some kind of Midsummer drink-induced hallucination?
As the scenes from the previous night replayed through her mind, movement at the edge of the forest caught her eye. Four werewolves stood side by side, grinning. And by the looks on their faces, she knew they were more than willing to meet her again to give her pleasure beyond her wildest Midsummer Night’s dream.
***The End***
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Bewitching the Alpha
Carla clutched the picnic basket as she approached the old cabin nestled deep within the Yellowstone forest near the Continental Divide. The August heat coiled her normally straight brown hair into waves around her face. Although she’d tried to secure the strands in a ponytail, the humidity had teased them free.
Sweat mixed with the strawberry-scented lotion she’d applied liberally before leaving her home in West Yellowstone. She’d mixed a smidgen of love magic into the cream.
A rose quartz necklace hung in the valley between her push-up-bra enhanced chest. She’d charged the necklace in a crystal bowl of rainwater during the last full moon and had dedicated it to her patron goddess, Aphrodite.
If the coven’s high priestess, Morgana, ever found out about Carla’s plan to use magic to seduce a werewolf, she would have to repeat her apprenticeship. She’d just finished training for a year and a day under the special guidance of an elder priestess. The lessons and practice had been grueling and she didn’t want to go through it again.
At the next full moon, she’d devote her ministry to Aphrodite which would solidify her position as the coven’s Maiden Priestess of Love. She was well versed in both sex and love magic and knew the rules. Rule #1 - Never use magic to bewitch a man. Oh well, it wasn’t like anyone was going to find out, right?
She stepped onto the creaking porch. An antique rocking chair swayed with the wind. She held her fist to the door, poised to knock when a gruff voice spoke.
“What are you doing up here?”
She spun and flattened her hand over her heart. “You scared me half to death.”
Standing six feet tall, Slade’s bare chest gleamed in the patchy sunlight. Each beam of light displayed the contours along the rippled plane of his abs. A pair of well-worn jeans hung low on his hips. Low enough to make her want to pull them all the way off.
He carried a stack of logs under one arm. The muscles along his shoulders rippled as he strode toward her. He radiated feral strength.
Slade’s gaze dropped from her face to her breasts then slowly took in every inch of her before returning to her eyes. “The last time I saw you, you had one foot in the grave. I see you’ve recovered.”
She flushed. “I was just coming to say thank you for saving me from that grizzly bear.”
“Are you out here by yourself?”
She shifted the picnic basket she held in one arm to the other. “Yes.”
His eyebrows drew together. “Didn’t you learn anything from the last time? You shouldn’t be traipsing through the woods alone.”
“But, I wanted to—”
He held his hand up to stop her. “You need to leave right now. There are thunderstorms brewing and you don’t want to get caught in one. I don’t want to have to rescue you again. Do you remember how to get back to the trail?”
Disappointment slackened her arm. She leaned the basket on one arm of the rocking chair. She didn’t expect him to be this hostile. This wasn’t anything like she’d planned. “I brought you some fruit. Lammas is tonight.”
“You should be with the other witches in your coven to celebrate the harvest. Why on earth would you be here instead?” He ran a hand through a mess of shaggy, almond-colored hair.
Her fingers tingled. What would it be like to tangle them in his hair? She’d never find out unless she could get him to invite her into the cabin. But how?
Before she could conjure up an excuse to stay, thunder rumbled through the air. The temperature dropped as clouds hovered over the sky-scraping pine trees.
“Dammit,” he barked.
She grabbed the basket and stepped off the porch into the dirt. He was right. If a storm was about to break, she didn’t want to be stuck in the woods. “I’ll go.”
She hung her head as she trudged toward the tree line. How humiliating. She hadn’t even had the chance to work a little magic.
Although… she paused mid-stride.
She hadn’t been close enough for him to smell the lotion. As a werewolf, his heightened senses would pick up on the scent faster than a human, so she didn’t need to get more than a few feet closer.
She turned on her heel. “You know, I did come all the way out here. You could at least take the gift I brought.”
“All right.” Reluctance laced his tone but she ignored it.
“I brought apples, figs and grapes.”
He met her half-way. “Where did you find figs this time of year?”
“I ordered them online.”
As he took the basket, his fingers brushed against hers. A current of electricity passed between them. His lake-blue eyes went wide.
She tilted her head slightly as a slow smile spread across her face. In her most alluring voice she said, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in for a few minutes?”
His gaze rested on her chest. “Maybe for a minute, just until this patch of clouds passes.”
The first droplet
of rain landed on her hand. Within seconds, the sky burst, unleashing a deluge of rain. By the time she reached the porch, her pink sundress clung to every inch of her voluptuous curves. Score one for nature. She’d take all the help she could get if it meant landing a brooding, hot werewolf.
***
Slade inhaled the witch’s intoxicating scent. In the five months since he’d saved her, he’d thought about her every day. But he wouldn’t pursue his desires. His last relationship had ended in disaster. After his girlfriend had abandoned him, he’d chosen a reclusive, single life. It had been four years. Long years, lonely years, but safe years.
As she explored the one-room cabin, he walked over to the wood-burning stove. He took a few oak logs from the pile and stuffed them into the stove. After adding crumbled newspaper and sticks of kindling, he grabbed the matches.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Carla run her fingers over the quilt on his bed. “I didn’t think you were the quilting type.”
He grunted. “I bought that in Cody from my mother’s friend.”
“Does your mom live there too?”
He shook his head and lit a match. “No. She’s been dead for three years.”
“I’m sorry.”
He held the match to the newspaper. Flames devoured the images and words. “She went too soon, but at least she didn’t suffer much.”
“Can I ask what happened?”
He sat back on his heels and stared into the fire. “Lung cancer. By the time she went to the doctor, it was too late. Stubborn woman.”
He shook his head. He’d told her to go, but she’d waited until she could hardly breathe. Women liked to accuse men of being stubborn, but in his experience, women were just as bad. His last mate had been the same way. Patty had refused to accept the simple life he’d enjoyed for the past thirty-two years. One day he’d come home to find her gone. The note had simply said, “I can’t deal with the boredom, I’m sorry.”
He closed the door to the stove and stood. “The house should heat up quickly.”
She wrapped her arms across her breasts. Her wet dress left nothing to the imagination. The outline of her plump ass and thick hips aroused the part of him he’d long neglected. Other than the occasional fling with a tourist, he hadn’t been with a woman, really been with one, in years.
“You need to dry off. The temperature is dropping and I don’t want you to get hypothermia.” He crossed the room to the small closet he’d built when he’d inherited the cabin from his mother. After riffling through the options, he chose a thick green sweater and a pair of jeans.
He handed them to her. “I’ll go outside while you change.”
“Thank you.”
He grabbed another sweater and pulled it over his head. He stepped onto the windy porch and closed the door. Cold air blasted his cheeks. Once she got that dress off, he’d be able to think clearly again. Right now, he couldn’t get the image of her full breasts out of his mind. He swallowed. She was exactly the type of woman he needed to avoid. Reckless, headstrong, and seductive.
The door opened a crack. “You can come in.”
Brown hair hung in damp strands to frame her heart-shaped face. Although she’d wiped the rain from her face, a thin sheen of moisture remained to cast a dewy glow across her skin. Her pouty red lips mesmerized him. A forest nymph couldn’t hold a candle to this woman.
A flash of lightning brightened the sky. Thunder immediately boomed, signaling the storm’s position directly overhead. He quickly entered the cabin and closed the door. Dim light cast shadows into the corners of the room.
She frowned. “I don’t see any lamps, don’t you have electricity?”
He shook his head. “Don’t need it. I get up with the sun and go to sleep when it’s dark. It’s the way everyone should live. People wonder why they’re so stressed and have so many health problems. It’s the modern way of life. It’ll kill you if you let it.”
“So you chose to turn your back on it?”
“I chose to embrace the natural rhythm of life,” he countered.
She tilted her head slightly and smiled. “A regular mountain man.”
“There’s nothing regular about me.”
He hated the way people assumed he was a backward savage living in the woods. If they only knew how close they were to the truth. If they figured out his secret, he’d be run out of the forest. The other wolves hid their ferocious natures as if they’d been cursed at birth. But not him, he embraced the wild freedom he’d been given. While the others banded together in packs, he chose to be alone. Although his solitary life could get lonely, he loved living on his own terms.
He eyed the basket she’d brought. “Since we’re stuck in here, we may as well have a snack.”
She perked up. “I baked bread.”
“What kind?”
“Huckleberry.”
He smiled. “That’s my favorite.”
As she unpacked the basket on the kitchen table, he couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips. The bulky green sweater did nothing to stop the surge of hunger that coiled in his belly. Food meant nothing to him. It was simply sustenance. But he couldn’t live on food alone. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the scent of a woman until now.
The urge to shove everything off the table and bend her over it surged through his muscles. His hands clenched at his sides. He had no doubt that she was here for more than just to thank him. The sparkle in her eyes and the way she moved cast a spell over him. But he was onto her and wouldn’t be tricked into letting down his guard.
To stay busy, he wandered into the kitchen to get a knife and cutting board. As she placed an apple on the table, he snatched it up. He sliced it into pieces, then shoved a wedge into his mouth. He glanced out of the window into the pouring rain. The storm wasn’t ending any time soon. He’d have to bide his time until he could get rid of her, and her distracting body.
“So why’d you come all the way out here?” he asked.
She flushed. “I just wanted to say thank you and….”
“And?”
“I was curious about you. I asked around and no one could seem to tell me anything I didn’t already know.”
He set the fruit on a plate as she sliced the huckleberry bread. “What do you think you know about me?”
“You live alone. You’re a werewolf.”
He smirked. “I thought you were going to faint when I shifted after I chased that grizzly bear away.”
“I probably would have, but I was so shocked that I was still alive, I didn’t have time to be scared of you too.”
He dragged two chairs in front of the fire and set the plate on a small wooden table he’d carved last summer. “I always wondered why witches aren’t afraid of us.”
She carried a plate of bread and set it on the table. “You’ve done nothing to make us fearful. We’ve all lived in peace for years and the other wolves frequently attend our celebrations.”
“They’re just looking to get laid.”
She chuckled. “Maybe. But maybe they’re looking for something more. Two witches have married werewolves this year.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Ruby married Rafe and Kane, and Kendra married Shaw.”
A twinge of jealousy sparked in his heart. Sure, he didn’t want the entanglement of dealing with another stubborn woman, but a part of him missed the companionship.
She held a small piece of bread between her fingers. “You have to taste this.”
He thought she would hand it to him, but she didn’t. Instead, she held the bread to his lips. As he nibbled it off her fingers, the spark of desire he’d tried to ignore flared. The soft pads on the tips of her fingers tasted like ripe berries. She’d probably baked the bread that morning. It tasted that fresh.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s amazing.”
When she offered him another bite, again from her hands, he took it. In the back of his mind he realized how domesticated the e
ncounter was becoming. He wasn’t a dog that needed to be hand-fed. He was a wolf. A powerful creature capable of tearing out a human’s throat in an instant. So why did he take one bite after another? It was like she had some sort of hold over him.
The legs on her chair scraped against the wood floor as she scooted closer to him. “It’s a special recipe handed down through generations of women.”
“And you ended up with it.” He eyed the curve of her throat where it met her collarbone.
“I did.” Her voice deepened with a hint of sensuality.
Mesmerized by her lips, he leaned toward her slightly. “Tell me about you. The only thing I really know is that you’re a reckless hiker.”
She flashed a coy smile. “I wasn’t being reckless. I got lost.”
“You didn’t have a hiking partner.”
“I’m single.”
He arched a brow. “You could have brought a friend.”
“I could have, but sometimes I want to be alone.” She popped a grape into her mouth.
Heat spread from his belly down his thighs. He shifted in the chair as warmth flooded his cock. Already semi-erect, he couldn’t stop the growing desire.
As she leaned to brush some crumbs off of his thigh, her breasts pressed against his forearm. “I’ll sweep them up later.”
He moistened his lips with his tongue. “Later.”
The oddest sensation descended like a cloak around him. A heavy haze hung in the air. For a second he thought maybe he hadn’t opened the flue in the stove. He slid onto his knees and checked to make sure it was open. It was.
He turned, surprised to find her on her knees beside him. “What are you doing?”
“Does it seem smoky in here to you?”
She crawled toward him. The neck of her sweater dipped to reveal creamy breasts. “Are you too hot right now?”
He nodded slowly through the foggy, dream-like state. “Yes.”
She stopped directly in front of him. Only an inch separated them. “Then let me help you take some of those clothes off.”
