Captured By The Beast I

by Daniella Wright

  I staggered closer, holding on to the top of the sofa.

  Nesu lay completely still on top of Teseen.

  “Teseen!” I wailed.

  Then Nesu’s body flopped off the table and landed with a thud on the floor revealing Teseen’s naked heaving chest.

  “You’re-”

  “It’s not my blood, Layla,” he said.

  Then I noticed the knife in his hand, dripping red.

  Nesu’s body began to vibrate. The air around it became hazy and then his body was gone. In its place was a red fox.

  ~*~

  Teseen pulled me into his arms.

  “Thank god, you’re okay, Layla!”

  I had so many questions, but they could wait. I stood up on the tips of my toes, tilted my head up and kissed his lips.

  He didn’t move at first, then pulled me right up against him. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and tangled it up with mine. As he kissed me, if felt right. Multiple doorways of emotion suddenly opened. I felt such a strong connection with Teseen, it was as though we had known each before, known a deep, long-lasting love.

  His voice channeled in my head.

  “You know I can’t live without you!”

  “I knew you would find me again,” I replied.

  His eyebrows raised up suddenly and he grinned. I frowned. Then I realized my reply to him did not come out of my mouth. None of this made any sense, but it felt like it was meant to be and I wanted more of him, all of him. An urgency possessed me which I couldn’t stop. It was greater than just me, Layla.

  He yanked my long sleeve dress up over my head and pulled me down on top of him on the sofa. I felt the pounding of his heart through my skin. As his lips touched mine I remembered a hundred other kisses going back over the eons. Under a cactus as a sand storm rose up in the distance, hiding away under the floor boards of a house as bombs exploded over our heads, after dancing around a roaring bonfire naked, holding a new born baby in my arms, a man just changed from being a hawk.

  He rolled on top of me, yanked my underwear down over my toes, and crept up my thigh with soft kisses. As they reached the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the throbbing inside me pulsed hard like the war drum. I groaned into his chest as he pressed my thighs gently apart with his muscular leg.

  The memories and passion of our transcendental love washed through my mind and body, compounding my feelings further with every memory. I had never wanted a man to possess me as much as I did right at that moment. I had waited since who knew how many life time’s ago to be with him again.

  He teased my entrance, which was more moist than it had ever been in my life. As his hips thrust slowly upward our bodies joined and our energies flow together and harmonized. Time seemed to both freeze and expand forward and backward simultaneously.

  I could feel him deep inside me. My pelvis curved up to meet his desire. His dark eyes stared into mine. I recognized his woody scent which grew stronger the faster he thrust inside me. I breathed it in deeply, grabbed his ass and sunk my fingers in. He groaned and breathed faster as he made us one.

  As the pleasure rippled through my body, I had another vision. I saw myself as a young woman with long blond hair. I came out of the cottage in the valley, carrying a candle. I placed it on the ground in a circle of other burning candles and stepped in the middle. I incanted words to the night sky. Then I looked up and waited. I held out my arm. It had a leather covering laced tightly around it. I heard a flapping sound and suddenly felt pressure on my arm. The hawk gripped tightly and looked at me. Then it hopped down to the ground and turned into a naked man. He came towards me. The moon light reflected off the pendant around my neck. Then his arms were around me and his lips against mine. And it felt right.

  Chapter Seven

  When I looked back on those days, they felt so unreal. Aside from still working in the library, a lot had changed. My parents had recently become grandparents! When I saw my baby boy on my mother’s lap, it softened my feelings for her slightly. She really loved Payce and spoiled him to the point where I felt jealous!

  Payce loved being in the park. He loved to run and chase the birds, which his father found particularly amusing. But there was something he loved even more than chasing the birds. I could not get used to being that high up and I let him go with his father. My mom and I waved to them as they rode passed overhead on the Park Skyride. Payce screamed with delight as he waved down at us. He loved being up high, and started to climb up everything he could as soon as he was strong and tall enough.

  I would get scared when I looked out and saw him high up in the oak tree in our back yard. Teseen would laugh. “You know you don’t need to worry!” he said.

  I hadn’t realized why he had needed to find me so desperately back then. Without any children, he was the last of his kind, the hawk-shifters. And he couldn’t just be with anyone. His people and mine had a mental and physical link which allowed the genes to be passed on. And we had a long history. If Nesu had managed to kill him or me, there would have been no more hawk-shifters. I had never understood why Nesu was so desperate to end the hawk family line though.

  “The hawk and fox-shifters have been at war with each for hundreds of years,” Teseen explained to me one day.

  “Nesu would have been made chief of their clan if he managed to kill me,” he added, “he was always hungry for power.”

  Now Teseen and I had a son. Payce was only three and we would only notice any changes in him when he started puberty. I hoped he would be strong enough emotionally to deal with people that didn’t understand who he was. Stronger than I was. As I looked over at his father, seated next to me on our porch, I felt more reassured. His bare muscular arms reflected the light of the moon rising over the mountains. It was bigger and brighter than usual, a super moon. A bright slither first peeped out and then the giant orb raised slowly above the dark mountain backdrop.

  “The cycle of retaliation has gone on for so long, we don’t even know who started it,” he continued.

  “Well, I thank the gods and goddesses you arrived when you did!” I said.

  He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. “You can thank your abilities too,” he replied, “and that Azurite crystal.”

  I laughed. “I can think of another way to thank you right now though-” I added and smiled mischievously at him.

  Since our property was on the outskirts of town and backed onto a reserve it was very private. I had never imagined I would ever stay in such a beautiful home, but here I was with my handsome, loving husband and beautiful son. I wasn’t worried about anybody seeing us as I stood up. And Payce was asleep. I slipped my underwear off and climbed on top of Teseen’s lap facing him. He laughed and wrapped his hands around my lower back. I leaned down and fastened my lips against his soft, moist lips. I loved kissing him and never grew tired of it. And he was a gracious lover. He always made sure I was well satisfied.

  He pulled my hips closer so I rested over his ready pelvis. I reached down and released him from his shorts and felt him immediately arched up and touching me just where I wanted him to. His smooth bare chest glistened. Since the first time on my sofa, I had learned that he never was a fan of wearing a shirt and I loved admiring his toned muscles. I arched my back and brought my lips to the top of his hard pec muscle. He pushed his tip inside me and slid slowly deeper.

  I groaned and threw my head back looking into the bright engorged moon. He pushed up deeper and I sunk my fingers into his shoulder muscles. He squeezed my ass as he pulled me down on him and pulled up again. He was taking it slow. I groaned.

  “You’re teasing me,” I cried.

  I reached down and touched my swollen nub, making the pleasure escalate. Then, as I arched my pelvis to feel him even deeper inside me, he thrust hard. My muscles contracted around him. My body was hot, not just on the inside but the outside too. It was summertime and though the sun had set, it was still sweltering. Beads of sweat ran down his temples. I moved his wavy hair aside and
nibbled on his ear.

  “Hmm,” he groaned.

  Every time we made love, it felt as good as the first time. It did help that he wasn’t small, but he also knew how to please a women. He tilted my head down and sought my lips. I accepted his tongue as he pushed into my mouth and twisted it around mine. I felt the crystal hanging on a chain around my neck resonating our energies. It was a powerful time to be making love and I could feel the vibrations were stronger than usual.

  “I can feel it too,” he said in my head and smiled up at me.

  My chest expanded wider as the pleasure grew. Beads of sweat followed the path of my chain. I liked to sweat when we made love. It felt more real, more animalistic. Teseen wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Then he began to groan. He slowly stood up from the chair, supporting my ass with his hands, keeping our bodies close and him inside of me. He placed me up on top of the low stone wall for his final strokes of pleasure. He was deep inside me now, rubbing over a special spot I didn’t know existed before I had him inside me. I was very close now, I could feel it. I knew he knew it too.

  He bashed up against me hard, again and again. I could feel I was losing control and it was the only time I didn’t mind. My muscles throbbed like the deep resonating drum beat and contracted sharply around him just before we both exploded in pleasure out in the open night sky. He pulled my body up against his and held me tight as he throbbed too. The waves of bliss cascaded through my body, boosted by the crystal. Finally, as my breathing slowed, I nestled my head into his shoulder, my favorite place after we came together. After a few minutes he pulled away slowly but kept his arms around me.

  “Did you miss me?” I joked with him as he brought his lips down and kissed the trail of sweat beads down my chest.

  “I always miss you,” he replied, “When we are separated by death or some other ill fate, I fly in the sky and search for you nonstop for days, even though I know we will meet again.”

  “We always do,” I said grabbing hold of his perky ass.

  He laughed and fixed his soulful eyes on me. He truly was a living statue of a god.

  “I am lost without you,” he said.

  He scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to our outdoor shower. He turned on the water which descended in a massaging mist and slowly washed my body with a citrus-scented soap. I loved the feel of his touch on my soapy skin, especially in areas that were still sensitive. Once the soap had drained off into the stones, he dried me with kisses. He eventually wrapped me in a fluffy towel that was almost bigger than I was, scooped me up over his shoulder and carried me to our loft bed that looked out over the city, now illuminated by the unusually bright moon.

  ~*~

  THE END

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  The Night I Was Rescued

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Steamy Werewolf Shifter Romance

  “This should suit you.” He went over to the dresser, and pulled out black lace lingerie, that would cover nothing. He walked around behind me, using his fingertips to ease the straps of my wrinkled, sweat-infused dress. I stiffened, feeling deeply uncomfortable with this, but it seemed that I had no choice.

  “Don’t—” I started.”

  ~

  Ness has recently run away from her privileged life in Boston, seeking the peace and quiet of small-town America. Soon though, she will find out that Wimberley, Texas may be more “different” than she expected.

  Vampires and werewolves are real, and Ness will land right in the middle of their ancient feud. Also, the Palmers seem to have a special attraction to her, a link that may have started even before Ness moved to their turf. So when Owen, a werewolf, intervenes and rescues Ness from the fangs of the vampires, she will become the focus of their of an ancestral fight.

  Hanging out with werewolves is not without perils though, and with the full moon approaching, Ness may be in more danger than she realizes around the gorgeously handsome Owen. Will she fall for him? Or will the appeal of living forever as a vampire seduce her?

  * * *

  My black patent heels clicked on the uneven sidewalk. Sweat was already dripping from my forehead, and smearing my carefully applied makeup. The sun had just set, but the air still felt like a convection oven. I was glad that I’d chosen my black dress, because the short walk from the small house I’d rented off of Main Street to my destination was definitely going to leave sweat stains under my arms and around the low-cut collar of the dress. I had, only very recently moved to Wimberley, a small town in east Texas, surrounded by quiet pine woods and farmlands. It had a small downtown area, where I had gotten a job as a baker in the only coffee shop, Dot’s. I passed the spare-looking buildings of the one-street downtown area. Everything seemed so simple there. I was very quickly going to learn how complicated things were in Wimberley.

  I was on my way to The Ice House, the local bar and hang out. It was painted barn-red on the outside, and had a parking lot full of trucks and a few well-worn motorcycles. When I swung the door open, I noticed immediately that I was overdressed in my slinky black dress and heels. All of the other girls wore jean shorts, plaid shirts or tight, belly-baring t-shirts, and everyone was wearing cowboy boots. I was dressed for a night on the town in Boston, where I’d just run away from my life as a trust fund kid pursuing a law degree to please my parents.

  “Hey City Mouse!” Kelly held up her hand and waved to me, her blonde curls bouncing. I felt really uncomfortable, but excited at the same time, since this was my first invitation to go out with the locals. Kelly and Ella also worked at Dot’s, but they waitressed out front while I was always tucked away in the bakery out in the back.

  “That dress is lovely,” Ella said, pushing out a bar stool with her booted foot for me.

  “Thanks,” I said. “Target.”

  “Get outta town,” Kelly said. “Whatcha drinkin’?”

  “Vodka tonic?” It was my go-to.

  “Not here, you’re not,” Kelly said, then yelled to the bartender, a thickly muscled man in tight jeans and an equally tight plaid shirt with sleeves cuffed to show off his tattoos: “Hey Cam! Corona over here for the City Mouse!” Cam nodded, pulling a Corona out of the glass-front fridge and uncapping it with his teeth, then slipping a lime wedge into the neck. He slid it over to me on the bar.

  “Two dollars, Honey,” he smiled warmly. He was sexy in a Momma’s boy gone bad kind of way.

  “Two dollars? That’s it?” I couldn’t hide my shock as Cam nodded. “In Boston, it’d be at least six.”

  “Welcome to Texas,” Kelly said, clinking her beer against mine, which still sat on the bar. I slid a few singles over to Cam. “Land of cheap beer, rare steaks, and affordable smokes. Let’s get us a table, ladies.”

  We walked over to a booth in the front wall of the bar, where we could still be seen by other clientele, but also had a fantastic view of the pool tables, where some games were just getting started. I wanted to laugh, because I realized that everything that is stereotyped about Texas is not a joke. Just about everyone was wearing a cowboy hat and boots, and there was a group of twenty-somethings just starting the two-step in the dance floor in the very center of The Ice House.

  As I looked around, though, I noticed that some people were definitely bucking the stereotype. Standing against a wall that was decorated by multi-colored Christmas lights, framed front pages of old newspapers, and a stuffed buck’s head were three men. They all had remarkably pale skin. In the few short weeks that I’d lived in Wimberley, my skin had toasted into a light golden tan. But these men looked as though they lived underground. It was only exacerbated by the fact that they were all wearing black. They looked as though they belonged in Boston, one dressed in a fitted t-shirt, another in a soot-colored oxford, and the third in a black polo. They stood there, expressionless, not speaking, watching everyone else in the bar. Suddenly, the one in the polo looked
over at me, and I realized that his eyes were a strange golden color, almost glowing. We stared at each other, and I got the very sincere feeling that he wanted to eat me. I gasped and looked away quickly. Ella noticed where my attention had been.

  “Those are the Palmers. They run some kind of business out of their ranch,” She leaned in toward me and whispered, “The sheriff thinks it’s human trafficking, but he can never prove it. They’re super smart, and very dangerous. You should stay away from them.”

  “On the other hand,” Kelly said, “They’re brothers. It could make for an interesting party.” She raised her eyebrows and winked at me. I laughed.

  “I’m good, I think. Once, I had a three-way with two French guys.”

  “Ooooh! City Mouse ain’t shy!” Kelly gushed.

  “Yeah. It was gross. Like, porn-level amounts of cum.” I wondered how much I should be telling them. I knew that everyone in town went to the small church on the edge of town every Sunday. Ella was looking at me with wide eyes. I took a sip of my beer. “So what else goes on here?”

  “City Mouse,” Kelly said. “Nothing. You can go drinking, you can go find a man, you can go ride your horse, you can go shoot your gun, or you can go crazy.” She leaned back in her seat and looked around the bar. “I think I’ll find a man tonight.” She said it with such confidence, then looked at Ella. “Shall we ask The Board?” Ella groaned.

  “It never responds. So stupid.” She said, taking a pull on her beer as she swept her dark hair back over her shoulders.

  “What is The Board?” I asked as Kelly popped out of the booth and walked over to a bookshelf that contained a multitude of beat-up board game boxes. She pulled one out and headed back over to our table excitedly.

  “Ella, get the shots!” Kelly said as she placed an Ouija board on the table. Ella rolled her eyes and got up. “Every time we get an answer, we all take a shot of tequila.”