Wolves Love Red (A Shifter Romance Short)

by Chris Genovese

  Wolves Love Red

  A Shifter Romance Short

  By: Chris Genovese

  Wolves Love Red: A Shifter Romance Short

  2nd Edition

  Copyright © 2015 by Chris Genovese

  Published by Erotic Mayberry Publishing

  Written by Chris Genovese

  Cover created by Donna Hunter

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Dedication

  To all the people in my fanclub and to those who show up for me at all my Facebook takeover events. You guys told me you wish I could tell you bedtime stories. Here you go!

  Chapter 1

  Red made my cock throb. It did that usually but something about her intensified the feeling.

  I’m sorry, I’m not making sense. Let me tell you about my obsession and the day things got out of hand.

  I was only in town for a short while. I was searching for my cousin, Viktor, who I’d heard was holed up in some castle with a beauty he’d kept locked away. Some nonsense about a rose with petals that would fall and lead to his demise or a life forever spent beneath fur.

  Viktor was a wolf as well but he’d been cursed, trapped inside a castle, never to run free beneath the moon. That sucked. But what’s worse? The pussy he’d never get stuck behind walls. Hell, I’d kidnap a beauty too if it happened to me.

  Enough of my cousin’s story. Let me get back to mine. I was searching for him in Lore, a ridiculously whimsical world. A care-free one where singers sang songs on street corners and fairies flew loop-de-loops through the dark alley air. It was an odd world that perfectly blended old-fashioned fairytale-like charm with more modern technology.

  This world consisted of princesses and kings, vampires and wolves, monsters and mayhem. Dragons existed in far-away lands, as did ogres, elves, and dwarfs. Giant whales, mermaids, and brave fishermen occupied the seas surrounding the Isle of Lore.

  In the village, constables tried to keep peace on the damp cobblestone streets while criminals committed petty crimes like forcing women to sleep for the rest of their lives or perpetrating murder through poisoned fruit.

  Wenches served mugs of beer to pirates hanging out in taverns with signs that dangled down at one end. The signs seemed to always do that, a fact that was amplified by the never-ending squeaking sound that came with each gust of wind. My hearing is stronger than any mere human and that squeaking is enough to drive a wolf insane.

  On this particular evening, I was standing in the shadows, ears perked up, listening to the many conversations going on around me. A group of little crickets with top hats and umbrellas acted as pimps, or what they liked to call themselves, Relationship Advisors. They were all about advising and even if someone needed guidance on buying a home or leasing a carriage, they could be depended on to lend some words of wisdom for a small price.

  I was staring at a cricket talking to what looked like a small boy with a feather in his cap and a gigantic fucking nose. I couldn’t help thinking how hard it must be to slip a shirt over his head, or what if he wanted to go down on a girl? He’d have to tilt his head back and slide the nose up over her clit just to get his tongue close to her hole.

  Pussy. I love eating pussy. Almost as much as I love red meat.

  That fucking nose. How annoying would that be?

  I was concentrating on that nose when just beyond it, through a dirty tavern window, I saw her. She was dealing blackjack to men with toothless grins and ladies with hiked up dresses spending their hooker cash on the chance to double their earnings. Just for a moment, a split second, she seemed to grow bored of the game and looked lazily out the window, right at me.

  Of course she couldn’t see me in my shadowy hiding spot but my cock throbbed nonetheless.

  It hurt.

  That was different.

  I was used to feeling the pressing of my head against my pants. One of the most difficult things about being a half-man, half-beast, is having a very large dick and even worse is the curse of trying to keep it under control.

  It had a mind of its own and at the moment it had its sights set on her.

  Red.

  At the time, I didn’t know her name, but her red hood and red highlights flaring out at the edges of her black hair made me think of the crimson hue of a puddle of blood. And I liked it.

  I must’ve watched her for an hour. She seemed to have a knack with the cards and rarely lost. More often than not, people left her table with downtrodden faces, defeated by the girl with the red hood.

  Red.

  I loved the color. It screamed passion and sex. It was the tint of blood, wine, and luscious lips. Red. She was MY RED.

  She was what I’d call thick. She wasn’t overweight but was “extremely fuckable.” Her tits…her thighs…her waist…she was just…curvy. God, she was a piece of meat I wanted to take into my mouth.

  I imagined her on a movie poster.

  “Spectacular!”

  “A thrilling joyride of a film!”

  “Four stars on the fuckable meter!”

  I watched her as she finally set down her cards and made her way out the door.

  The wind seemed to blow just for her, tossing her hair away from her face like red embers thrown on a campfire wind. She looked my way and for just a moment I thought maybe she’d seen me.

  But she hadn’t.

  And she licked her lips and then pursed them together before flagging a coach to take her home. With one last glance in my direction, she climbed into the coach and rode away.

  I stumbled into the closest dark alley and crashed against the wall. My head whirled. I was a fucking wolf. I ate men and women all the time. Nothing fazed me. But this one did. This…girl.

  In my dark hiding space I reached into my pants and found my cock. I felt it pulsate in my hand. It thumped along with my heartbeat, filling my grip completely.

  I pulled my pants down and let them fall to my ankles. My long coat would conceal me well enough if anyone happened into the alley. And if they were too shocked I’d just eat them. Meat. Fuck I was horny. The thought of ripping into flesh brought butterflies to my stomach.

  And the thought of Red made my dick jerk involuntarily in my hand.

  I had large hands even when in human form but they weren’t large enough to reach all the way around my cock. Still, I gripped it to the best of my ability and slowly let my hand rise and fall, the loose skin giving me the freedom of movement I needed.

  As large as I was, I still wasn’t fully erect. Full erection only came when within inches of a wet pussy. A mind of its own, I told you. It seemed to be able to sniff out the good stuff and then grow a couple more inches.

  So I made do. I had no wet pussy to completely fill my needs. But my hand was a master of diversion. I’d had to take matters into my own hands quite often lately.

  With my ass against the cold brick of the alleyway wall, I hunched over and stared at my hand as it did its work. My cock stood out from my fist, long and smooth. I imagined Red at the end of it, her beautiful face just a few inches from my head, mouth open, tongue out, begging for the chance to suck me off.

  Oh fuck.

  I was about to cum already. Just the thought of her. I imagined her bent over in front of me, hands up against the wall, ass up
and pussy cracked open, her juices running down her leg as she glanced over her shoulder and watched fearfully as I beat my cock in preparation for what I would do to her.

  Fuck! Yes!

  My ass clenched, muscles nearly cramping up, and my throat tightened. I was going to howl. It was actually impossible for me to cum without howling. The two went together.

  I stopped.

  Fucking shit!

  I stopped. I fucking stopped within a few seconds of letting out a howl that would shake the streets and rattle the rooftops.

  I yanked up my pants but couldn’t pull them over my erection so I leaned back against the wall and fought to catch my breath. I fisted my dick once more and gave a strong jerk, then another, and as I felt the howl creeping back to my throat, I angrily dropped it and let it spring back up into place.

  I knew what I needed to do.

  Fiona. She’d be out in the woods. She’d be waiting for me like she always did. Red would have to wait. I needed some ass.

  I barely made it out of the city center when I started to transform. I hated this part…still do. So many years as a werewolf and I still haven’t gotten used to the aggravation of having to find new clothes after each transformation.

  I ran fast, too fast. No human could possibly fly through the streets at the speed I was traveling. I was lucky that in this part of town, this late at night, mostly drunks wobbled the alleys. I broke free of the shadows near the river and fell to all fours as I splashed through the water.

  Yes!

  Freedom!

  There’s nothing more liberating than hitting unpaved ground on all fours, the wind whipping through your fur, teeth barred, the sound of living heartbeats all around, and your cock still half hard jerking as you leap over fallen trees and rush through bushes.

  I howled. I needed to. I was far enough from the city. And I needed Fiona to come to me.

  She didn’t answer so I howled again.

  And again.

  She’d be near the river. It was her favorite spot.

  I howled again. And then I heard her. Hers was just slightly softer than mine, higher pitched but not as aggressive.

  “Come fuck me.” That’s what her howl said. And I was going to.

  She howled again. “Pound the shit out of me!”

  My dick grew harder, making it difficult to move quickly.

  Then I finally broke through the trees and saw her at the riverbank. She faced away from me, fully transformed, her silver tint in the moonlight.

  I felt cum dripping from my cock, like the drool of a starving predator, as my horniness took over. I was still on the verge of full climax, my desire holding steady ever since my masturbation session in the alley. I needed to cum…badly.

  And Fiona did as she was taught. She leaned forward, putting her paws to the dirt, and lifted up her ass. I didn’t even slow down. I ran forward and howled as I drew closer.

  She howled back. “Fuck me like you need to.”

  I hit her hard, driving my giant cock into her pussy, and as our bodies collided and I lay across her back, we morphed most of the way back to human form, just slightly hairier.

  Sex has always been better like this. As animals we tend to just do the deed whereas in human form we savor the moment and draw it out until we’re both coming with a fury.

  Fiona’s blonde hair hung over her shoulder, and she buried her sexy face in the dirt, forehead to the ground, as she threw her hips back, fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

  My clawed fingers slinked through hers and pinned her hands to the ground as I put my feet on the outside of hers and shoved into her as hard as I could.

  Fiona’s pussy took me all the way in. I wanted to go deeper. I wanted to fuck her so hard my cock would push its way through and dig into the dirt. But she stayed with me, swallowing my cock with her wet cunt.

  “Fuck me, Valan, cum inside!” she begged.

  I loved hearing her beg. God, I loved hearing her beg. I fucked her faster as there was no going deeper.

  “Harder!” she cried as she let out a howl.

  I pulled one of my hands away from hers and stuck my thumb into her ass as I drove my cock harder into her. She howled and laughed.

  “Un huh!” she yelled.

  She laughed again.

  I knew what would follow the laughter.

  I used my left hand to reach between her body and the dirt to find her nipple. I pinched it hard, digging my fingernails into her tit. At the same time I shoved my thumb down into her ass again as I surged forward and rammed my cock into her.

  She screamed. Not a growl, not a yell, but a human scream.

  She screamed, then laughed, then fucking howled. And I felt her coming on my cock. And she sat back and clamped her ass closed. I pulled my thumb out just in time but my cock wasn’t so lucky. Her muscles squeezed it and it hurt.

  I fell onto my ass and she sat on me, facing away, her pussy clamped around my cock, and she started riding me, shoving her ass into me, fucking my dick with her twitching pussy.

  It was Fiona’s signature move.

  I jokingly called it the clap. She didn’t like that so much. But I did.

  Fuck, I liked it.

  And then I felt it coming. I don’t know how I held it back for so long. I was finally going to come.

  “What are you waiting for?” Fiona yelled. “Give it to me!”

  And as she pulled up one last time, it was like the pussy squeezing my cock yanked it out of me. I exploded.

  I howled louder than ever and came.

  I came.

  I fucking came so hard that she flew off of me, shoved off my lap by the pressure, and as she hit all fours, I spouted, shooting my cum all over her back.

  And as I watched the cum splash against her skin, I imagined what it must be like with Red.

  Fiona reached back, wiped a hand through her wet back, and giggled. She cracked up. I loved her laugh. Sometimes I wished I could be content with only her. She’d gladly take me as her one and only but it just wasn’t in my nature.

  Maybe…one day.

  She turned and sat naked on the ground, her gorgeous pale face framed by her long blonde curls. Her tits were amazing, big, and plump. She looked edible.

  She sighed and looked up at the moon. If she were completely human I knew I might race over and bite that long, smooth neck. It was almost too tempting.

  “You know,” she said with her eyes to the night sky. “You can fuck all the tramps you want but you’ll always come back to me.”

  Perhaps she was right. But I’d used her for what I needed and I think she’d done the same. She had her way with many men as well. She definitely wasn’t innocent.

  She turned her attention back to me.

  “So you gonna tell me who has you all hot and bothered?” she asked.

  “It’s nothing,” I lied.

  “Well if nothing makes you fuck like that then I hope you see nothing tomorrow night too.”

  I stepped closer to her. It was time for my favorite part. She knew it too as she snarled, raising her lip up a little, showing her canines in human form.

  So incredibly sexy.

  And we collided, instantly morphing back into beasts, wolf on wolf, we played. To anyone seeing us for the first time, it would look like we were fighting. Two ravenous wolves at each other’s throats.

  But that’s not it at all.

  It was all love and understanding. Respect. An unbreakable bond.

  We rolled around. I bit her. She bit me. We both howled and jumped at each other, one attacking and then the other. Then both attacking at once. Then, when we were both nearly out of breath, we fucked one more time.

  Chapter 2

  The next day I found myself back in the main part of town, searching for her. I needed to see Red. I sniffed the air, not sure what I was searching for. Somehow I knew she’d smell like gingerbread cookies and the sweet smell of a hungry vagina.

  I smelled fresh baked bread, roses, charcoal,
new leather, lemons…but no gingerbread. Hungry vagina was everywhere but not the one I was looking for.

  As I thought of Red I had to reach into the pocket of my new pants, new to me, old to whoever owned the carriage I’d swiped them from earlier that morning. My cock was starting to act up again and I gave it a little pat as I strolled toward the town market, aisles of tents selling everything from fresh fruit to iron weapons.