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How to Ruin Easter for a Werewolf
a novella of paranormal erotic romance by
CRYMSYN HART
DAHLIA ROSE
How to Ruin Easter for a Werewolf copyright 2009 by Crymsyn Hart and Dahlia Rose
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Chapter One
“Sebastian, I’m hungry,” Demona whined and stomped her foot.
Her companion rolled his eyes. Lean, mean, and full of piss and vinegar was what had first attracted him to Demona. She had curves in all the right places that snuggled against his body perfectly. But, she was a whiny bitch whenever she got hungry.
Fifty years ago, he never intended to give her fur. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to bump pelvises with her for a time, use her for a rump roast when he got tired of her, and then use her finger bones to pick the meat from between his teeth. But, he’d gotten a little too carried away one night while Demona screamed, “Oh, baby” one too many times. His mind was engrossed on blowing his load deep inside of her. Instead of growling his pleasure in her ear, he tasted rare meat on his tongue. Hot, pumping blood raced down his throat. He had to swallow it.
By the time he looked at Demona with the most innocent look he could muster, she had turned from an enticing lay to the she-harpy from Hell. She had raged for him to get out because he bit her. He knew when to exit, and grabbed his pants while dodging a lamp. Two weeks later, there she was: furry and beautiful in the moonlight. When he went to greet her, she nearly tore out his throat. He gathered she was still aggravated from the bite. Sebastian hadn’t expected her to roll over and be the submissive type, but he did desire respect. She hated him for months. When he decided to leave, she followed.
Over the years, they had hitch-hiked the countryside, settling once in a while. His favorite times were when they roamed the deep wilderness of the Louisiana bayous, the lush towering civilizations of the Redwoods, or the craggy mountains of the Colorado Rockies. Her paws had been sure of their footing on the rock under the opalescent full moon. Even when they raced in wolf form in the dark night, he had taught her over time that the moon did not rule them. Once they grabbed a hold of their nature, they could transform at will. Now she was a beautiful, sexy creature who made him howl when she rode him hard and fast. But tonight, she was in rare form.
They had eaten a few days ago, but her appetite was growing by leaps and bounds. He assumed, with her ‘tude lately, she was going into her quarterly heat time. It was akin to human PMS, but ten times worse. Not that he minded, because the sex was amazing. His balls tightened just thinking about it. They would go at it for hours like rabbits. The last time they had gone a marathon of twelve hours with barely any breaks. He had begged for mercy after that. She finally relented and let him get some sleep. He was sore for a couple of days afterwards because she had ridden him raw. For a wolf to do that to him meant something because they healed quickly.
Sebastian’s tongue ran over his bottom canines. His stomach agreed he could go for a light snack. The jogger they ate a few days ago was a little too lean for his taste. Mostly muscle and gristle. Even thinking about it, he still sensed the mealy aftertaste of the meat on the back of his tongue. Damn, he hated vegans. He wanted—no, needed—something with more substance.
“All right, Pookie. We’ll go get you something to eat. What do you want? Japanese? Chinese? Italian? I smell pasta coming from the alley over there. What do you say?”
Demona eyed him. He saw her thinking it over. This was always the way with her. She could never make up her mind when presented with choices. Women. I don’t care if they’re bitches or human. They always take their goddamn time!
Watching her, the lust and call of the moon shot through his dick. The slight pink tip of her tongue rested on her bottom lip while she bit it, making up her mind. It was a habit she had, one of the very things that had made him want to fuck her on the spot the first time he saw her. His paws ached to claw their way along her torso, gnaw on her nipples, and then ram his cock so far inside her she would scream his name.
Yeah. That was going to be her payment tonight for asking to hunt. She would take all of him. He wasn’t going to hold back this close to the full moon. A satisfied smile touched his lips.
Her gaze flicked across the street. An amused and childlike chuckle escaped her throat, like a small yip of excitement.
“I want rabbit.”
Sebastian shook his head. “Hon, there are no rabbits in New York City. Well, maybe at Wong’s, but not here. And the last bunny we saw was a stuffed one in the store because it’s almost Easter.”
She rolled her eyes and then pointed. “No, silly. I’m not talking about anything with stuffing. Who cares about chocolate and crème filled eggs? Come on, let’s follow the White Rabbit. I want to see how far into Wonderland he leads us.” She grabbed his hands and pulled him after her. He saw the white cotton tail of a rabbit going around the corner, into an alley. There was nothing around them save a bunch of converted mills and warehouses. A few of them housed art gallerias in the up and coming area. Where was the rabbit going?
“Demona, are you positive you want to go down the rabbit hole? I’m not sure Wonderland will be anything like what it is in the books. You do know it’s a children’s fantasy right?” Sebastian stopped them both. He could smell the rabbit. It was a mortal in costume. But even his interest was piqued.
His lover put her hands on her hips and gave him a low growl. Her eyes glinted yellow in the moonlight.
“Of course I know it’s a children’s book. I’m not stupid or dimwitted. Gee. I was just having a little fun. If you don’t want to hunt rabbit with me, fine. But me and my babies are hungry.”
Before he could say anything, Demona snapped at his throat. A flash of pure fear went through him. He backed up against the brick wall and stared at the space which she had occupied. He was still in a daze. He slumped down against the pavement. Had she said babies? Were they going to be having puppies?
I think I’m going to be sick!
Chapter Two
It wasn’t the way she wanted to bring it up to him, but it happened. She’d been feeling sick for the last couple of weeks and kind of suspected. While he was out, her suspicions were concluded by seven pregnancy tests in the hotel where they were staying. She was afraid to tell him, knowing how he liked to roam. Now they would have to put down roots. She’d already contemplated that and was researching property in Louisiana close to their favorite hunting grounds.
She glanced back at her mate and felt a pang of remorse seeing him slumped down. His face turned pale green. They would have a lengthy discussion about it later. But now the hunger pangs in her stomach were becoming unbearable. I guess one of the side effects of being a werewolf and knocked up is insatiable hunger and horniness. Even observing him sitting there, she wanted to go straddle his lap and fuck him. They might have little quarrels sometimes, but she loved her mate with everything she had inside her.
“Sebastian, are you coming, sweetheart?” She used her soft, sweet voice to cajole him. She wasn’t really whiny. She just did it to irritate him because she knew it pissed him off.
“Demona, are you pregnant?” he asked. He held onto the wall weakly, using it for support while he rose from the ground.
“Yes, darling.” She batted her eyes innocently at him. “Surprise!”
“In the middle of a fucking alley? This is where you pick to tell me you’re pregnant! How did this happen?” he roared.
“Okay, first off, I didn’t want to tell you in an alley.” Demona arched her eyebrows. “Secondly, do I have to remind you how it happened, over and over again? Sometimes doggy style in the woods…”
“Okay, okay, enough. I get it.” He silenced her. He ran his hands through his hair. The expression on his face was pained. “What do we do? Where do we…”
Demona walked over to her mate and put her arms around him. She rubbed her face against his hard chest before nuzzling his neck. His scent was always so intoxicating, she could feel the surface of her panties getting wet just from his smell.
“Big bad daddy, let’s not worry about that now. We’ll talk later. I promise,” she crooned. “For now let’s go find that rabbit. Mommy’s hungry.”
“Fine,” Sebastian growled. He took her hand. She felt his warm kiss on her lips. “Later we talk.”
Demona nodded eagerly and pulled him down the alley to the vacant warehouse. Through the heavy metal door they could hear the thumping of bass speakers. Sebastian pulled open the door. Demona stepped through in front of him. Gone was the metal old rusty look that was on the outside. Inside it seemed as though they really had slid down the rabbit hole. Purple swatches of silky fabric hung from the ceiling, stuffed animals decorated the walls, and at the bar was a girl dressed in a leopard outfit serving drinks. The most amazing thing was the amount of costumed people lounging around on plush red sofas and cushions. Demona’s eyes widened. She covered her mouth to stifle her giggles when she spied a squirrel giving a pussy cat a blow job. On the other side of the room, there was a pink teddy bear bent over a table with her flap open while a lion fucked her.
“What the hell is this place?” Sebastian’s voice sounded appalled.
“Oh my God. It’s a scritching club!” Demona replied with laughter in her voice.
“Scritching? How do you know about this stuff? Don’t tell me you were into this kinda stuff before we got together.”
“Internet, dear Sebastian. The thing you hate to use is called a computer.” Demona turned to him with a wide grin. “Scritching is a kind of fetish humans have. They enjoy dressing up like animals and having sex.”
“Seriously! You have got to be kidding me!”
“Nope, this is the real deal. They do it in secret places because it’s technically illegal.” She twirled around excitedly. “This is so freaking awesome. Let’s find the rabbit!”
“I think we should leave baby, um—that panda bear over there is giving me the eye.” Sebastian looked uncomfortable. She tugged at his coat.
“Oh, honey. We’re at the top of the food chain. Plus, you never know. The panda might taste good when you get past the fur and stuffing.”
“Demona, I don’t want to stay here,” Sebastian growled warningly.
“Please, baby, I need to eat that rabbit,” Demona began to whine, knowing that it would drive him crazy. “I’m craving him, Pookie. Pretty please?”
“All right,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, “but if that panda comes near me my claws come out.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” She hopped up and down before closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. “I can smell him. Come on!”
She grabbed his hand, pulled him away from the door, and headed towards the bar.
On the way, a little redhead wearing a porn star Care Bear outfit put her hand on Sebastian’s crotch. “Hey, big guy, do you want to play?”
“Back off, bitch, before I put you in the animal hospital,” Demona snarled. Her instincts kicked in.
“Now now, baby, we all share in here,” the little yellow bear said with a purr.
Demona’s canine teeth lengthened ready to rip apart flesh. “Okay, if we’re sharing I get a thigh.” She smiled so the red head could see her teeth.
The girl visibly gulped and backed off, quickly throwing a scared look behind her. She moved down to the other end of the bar.
“Now back to finding my rabbit!” Demona said brightly. Her mood changed in an instant. “Come on, daddy.”
“I wish you would stop calling me daddy,” he called to her over the music. “And your mood swings are kinda creepy.”
She turned to him and kissed him, letting him taste her tongue. Sebastian’s arms instantly went around her waist before reaching down and cupping her ass.
“You love when I call you daddy when I’m under you naked and panting…” She caught sight of a white cottony tail going past a stone pillar. “Oh look, the rabbit is right over there!”
The dirty thoughts in her head were totally forgotten when she raced behind her bunny dinner.
Chapter Three
Sebastian groaned when Demona hauled him off to find that blasted white rabbit. He had no idea what it was she smelled in the rabbit to make her desire to eat it. Brushing past all the mortals dressed up as animals was seriously creepy. Although, it did give him some ideas on what he wanted to have for dinner next week. He could already imagine the squealing pork and the very rare steak still mooing. He loved sinking his teeth into anything nice and juicy. It had been a long time since they had hunted a cow farm. It was risky because the farmers had guns and other precautions. If the farmers fed the steer full of steroids it made the meat extremely chewy and gave him indigestion for a week. It was best to go all natural when they dined on steak. If Demona was truly pregnant, he didn’t want his kids eating the byproducts.
Sebastian shivered at the thought. He was going to be a father! How could that happen? Well, he knew how it happened. His lips curled into a smile when he recalled the many times it had happened with Demona’s supple body beneath him.
Her skin shimmered under the strobe lights of the club. It looked as though she was being kissed by starlight with rainbows reflecting off her skin. Staring at her, he let himself imagine her with a belly bulging with life, from his children. They wouldn’t be able to roam as free as they had been for years. They would have to lay roots down somewhere with lots of land. They would need large hunting grounds. Acres and acres of fields to roam and f
orests to hunt in. In the old days, there used to be ample land for his kind to rove. He didn’t have to worry about defending his territory and he would rarely run into any other werewolves. However, finding acres of open land today was scarce and humans would be bordering it. They needed to find something near a state park. That would provide them enough land to amble across.
Even while he wove through the club, his mind was still on the children. It was rare that werewolf children were conceived. If they were going to be having more than one, he wasn’t sure if they would be girls or boys or how to raise them.
“Sebastian, did you hear what I said?” Demona asked.
He blinked and focused back on his beloved. A surge of love rolled through his heart. God, she was beautiful. Her eyes ringed with gold made him think the sun was caught behind them. Without thinking, he swept her up in his arms and brought his lips down to hers. It took her a moment to respond when the surprise melted away from her muscles. His fingers crept down and cupped her ass. He gave it a strong squeeze. A moan escaped her throat when he dug into her flesh. Demona liked it rough. It was why he loved her and she made a good mate. They were both equals and loved many of the same things.
“I want you, right now, Demona.” Sebastian whispered in her ear. He nipped the end of it. His free hand slid under her shirt and grabbed her breast. The nipple hardened instantly. He smelled her desire. His cock strained hard against his jeans. He longed to take her right there. He never had been one for public sex, but with the scents in the atmosphere, the sounds of the animal clothed humans, and her beautiful body next to him his control was slipping. If he wasn’t careful he would transform into wolf form. If that happened, there would be more than stuffing coming out of people.
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