Bitten
Dominated By His Inner Beast
Natalie Thorns
www.NatalieThorns.com
Copyright and Disclaimers Bitten: Dominated By His Inner Beast
Natalie Thorns
Copyright 2016, Natalie Thorns, Kindle Edition
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This book is over 20,000 words long and contains graphic language and sexually explicit content. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. This material is intended for adults only, and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead, are all coincidental.
Table of Contents
Bitten
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
More Erotica by Natalie Thorns
About the Author
Chapter One
“Goddess. What the fuck did I get myself into?”
“It’s not that bad,” Seth said, the underlying dreariness in his tone doing nothing to convince either of them.
“It’s pink. The entire fucking building is pink.” Alexa couldn’t contain her disbelief, the slender blond staring up at the hotel with wide, silver eyes. “Seth, it’s like they painted it with Pepto. Or, more likely, vomited it with Pepto.”
Seth kept his mouth shut, staring warily at the Honey Lotus Spa, knowing Alexa wouldn’t be done until she got it all out of her system. Hopefully, she’d keep it to the parking lot and not in front of the employees of the hotel.
To be fair, it was a disturbing color of pink and was also in very large quantities.
“I don’t think I can go in there,” Alexa said, her petite features set in a deathly serious expression when the tall brunette looked her way. “I’m dizzy and that’s with us all the way over here. If it’s the same color on the inside, I’m totally going to be adding to the vomit decor.”
Again Seth questioned the wiseness of having asked Alexa along. Sure, they’d been best friends since the fifth grade when he had helped her find and beat up the asshole that had trashed the girl’s brand new wand—Alexa had done most of the fighting. The girl was a fucking spitfire back then and hadn’t changed now that they were out of school. She’d take on a raving werewolf and probably win. He knew she had his back. Just, sometimes being friends with a girl—especially one that didn’t have the decency to act like one—got awkward.
That had been the point, though. He didn’t want to go with anyone that would get the wrong impression and there was no way in fuck one of his guy friends would have agreed to this. Given that Alexa was already talking about vomit, he had little to worry about.
“You’re so lucky Chloe dumped your ass,” Alexa said brightly, smacking Seth on his muscular shoulder. “Think of this as an omen of what your honeymoon would have looked like. Vomit inducing.”
Seth forced a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. Chloe had hated Alexa from the very beginning. He hadn’t realized just how big of a problem it had been until Alexa had stopped by after being out of state with her parents on a trip and Chloe had immediately accused him of cheating. It had been the most ridiculous argument Seth had ever been involved in, seeing as Alexa had literally just gotten into town and popped over to say hello—She hadn’t even unpacked yet. How he was supposed to have fucked her in a matter of seconds, he still couldn’t figure out, but that had been Chloe’s space-time distortion fantasy to figure out. Given that Chloe insisted she could read the future—even though everyone knew the psychic arts only pertained to the past—it only proved how skilled the girl was at fabricating fantasies and making money while doing it.
He should have broken it off with her then. If his girlfriend was that insecure, there was probably a damn good reason. Instead, he had let it drag on for another two months until Chloe had finally had enough of her fantasy of him cheating and she had gone off and actually fucked her way out of the relationship. She’d even had the gall to tell him it made them even. Seth still couldn’t get his mind around it and it had been over a month ago.
He hadn’t told Alexa about Chloe’s jealous ravings and didn’t think he was ever going to. He had lost his last two girlfriends because they all thought he was just a little too close to his gorgeous but absolutely oblivious best friend. Alexa had pulled away each time, coming around less, afraid she was fucking up his life. And fuck, even if she was, Seth would rather have her around talking trash than deal with some insecure chick that couldn’t stand the idea of him being friends with a girl. Alexa was like a sister to him—a very bratty, loud mouth sister.
“Come on, Lexa, you promised,” Seth reminded, reaching into the trunk to heave his duffle bag full of clothes over his shoulder and then grab hers.
“Yeah, but that was before I saw the place. Pink—What are you trying to do to me? I thought you loved me, man?”
Seth rolled his eyes, a smile breaking free despite himself at Alexa’s exaggerated pout. The girl was ridiculously adorable. With a deliberate sigh, he put the bags down on the driveway. Her eyes widening, Alexa took a step back but he was faster. He grabbed her around the waist, lifting and spinning the blond while she shrieked, her array of bracelets chiming and clattering as Alexa smacked him wherever she could reach in retaliation.
“You promised,” Seth said, grabbing the squirming girl by the leg so that he could tip her upside down.
“Fucker! Let me down this second, Seth Stevens or I’m going to kick your over-grown ass!” Alexa hollered, her platinum blond hair dyed with purple streaks falling over her face as she clutched at his legs. “You’re supposed to be nice to me! I’m doing you a favor!”
“It doesn’t sound like you’re doing anything but complaining,” Seth said with a chuckle, dodging her booted foot before she could land a kick on his head. He grabbed the offending ankle, flipping her over his shoulders until she was laying astride his back.
Scowling down, her pale face flushed pink with exertion, Alexa grabbed Seth’s ear and gave it a mean twist. “Hey, I’m not the idiot that let my girlfriend use my fucking credit card to buy a weekend at a pink palace of horror. I’m doing the best I can under the circumstances.”
“The circumstances?” Seth repeated, trying to swat her hand away while keeping her from falling.
“Yeah, the circumstances of having a big oaf like you for a best friend.” She gave a determined wiggle, Seth grunting as he felt her hips slip free, the blond cackling in triumph as she began to slide down his back. He quickly grabbed her arms, Alexa growling when she was stuck hanging off his shoulders, her face flat against his back while her body stretched to the ground her toes couldn’t quite reach. “Damn it—You’re fucking up my hair.”
“You’re such a girl,” Seth taunted, reaching his hands up and back so that he could gently lower his friend to the ground. Alexa didn’t complain about her hair unless she was actually pissed off. He had learned the hard way and had a scar on his forearm to prove it.
Huffing, Alexa pushed her bright blond locks off of her face, combing to the ends where her hair dye hadn’t yet faded completely. She glared u
p at him while she worked, straightening her tight tank that had ridden up on her front, her stomach red from being scraped too hard. Seth raised an eyebrow at her, waiting patiently for the girl to get herself back together.
“This is why your girlfriends keep leaving you,” she muttered, adjusting her bra until her perky breasts sat even again.
“I don’t wrestle my girlfriends.” Seth kept his tone flat, trying to ignore the way she was now pulling her clinging black shorts out of her ass crack. She had an amazing ass and he had been caught on more than one occasion staring at it.
“Maybe you should,” she shot back, grinning wickedly up at him. “Probably a lot better than all that drooling you do over them.” She made an exaggerated kissy noise, slurping at her arm. “Oh baby, you like that? Want me to—Hey!” She yelped, twisting away before Seth could smack her on the ass again. “That hurt, dipshit!”
Seth might not have ever intentionally shown an interest sexually in Alexa, but he couldn’t fully blame people for thinking that he could want her. The girl was built. She was thin but not scrawny; she had a beautifully rounded ass connected to long, toned legs, a tight waist, and the most gorgeous tits he had ever had the privilege of seeing without a bra on more than a few occasions. She also had the face of an angel—a demonically possessed one that was always looking for ways to get you in trouble. With her large silver eyes lined in black liner, sharp brows, multiple piercings, and perfect bow mouth, she had people staring.
Unfortunately, Alexa hated being stared at. She hated being noticed in general, which only made her loud-assed retorts all the more entertaining when she’d clam up once she realized other people could hear. For all her bark and bite, the girl was painfully shy at times. So shy, if a guy ever got up the nerve to ask her out, it was usually immediately followed with her threatening to hex him for fucking around. The girl was a damn mess when it came to her heart and letting people near it. Her father had left when she was a kid and she hadn’t been able to trust anything with a dick since.
That Alexa was still a complete virgin only made Chloe’s accusations all the more preposterous and mean spirited. As stupid as it was, Seth felt the need to defend the girl’s honor a lot more than he ever did his own. She might seem tough as nails but his best friend was still a vulnerable, if not stabby, girl under all her angry bravado.
Her breathing back under control and clothing in place, Alexa straightened and shut the trunk to his beat-up Ford. “Alright, now that you’ve made it nearly impossible for me not to throw up all those chips I ate on the ride here.”
“And the Red Bulls,” Seth added helpfully while picking up their bags.
“Plus all the gummy worms and Cheez-Its,” Alexa listed. “Let’s go check in and see how bad it is on the inside. My guess is that’s it’s actually worse. With all this pink, I’m expecting at least one cupid fountain and something carved into the shape of a heart. Or a vagina,” she added suspiciously, glaring at the nearest window full of old-fashioned white lace.
“It’s just the weekend,” Seth reminded, hoping to pacify the girl.
Blinking, Alexa turned back, beaming up at her friend. “Hey, we’re totally going to have a shit ton of fun. You can go get covered in mud and stuff and I’ll order a ton of shit to room service on other people’s rooms. It’s going to be a blast, Seth. Promise.” She grabbed him by the arm—the one holding her lighter bag—and with a laugh, pulled him along towards the double doors so they could check into their rooms.
“Mr. Stevens, yes, we have you right here. I’m glad you were able to find the place. Some guests have a difficult time because we’re so remote.”
Seth nodded distractedly at the clerk, throwing worried sideglances at Alexa who looked like she was going to burst into laughter at any moment. It wasn’t her fault; the clerk was dressed in a pink suit. Not a pink shirt with a suit, or even a pink tie—No, his jacket and slacks were a pale rose. Combined with his white shirt and floral patterned bow tie, Alexa was doing everything in her power not to react. Seth had to give his friend credit; he knew how hard it was for her to hold back.
They had yet to find a cupid fountain but there were plenty of hearts. Some of the windows were actually cut into heart shapes, like love demented portholes on a ship. Alexa had pointed when she’d seen the first one, clearly feeling cut glass counted as carved. He was pretty sure they’d find something actually carved in a heart as well before the weekend was over.
“Ms. White, I have a keycard just for you and a complimentary gift basket is waiting for the two of you right when you walk into your room.”
Seth held his breath, Alexa’s grin breaking free for an instant before she shut it down.
“Actually, I’m Ms. Brooks. Alexa Brooks.” She held her hand out, surprising the clerk by shaking his. “I’m afraid Ms. White couldn’t make it.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope she’s well—”
“Dead, actually. Very tragic.” Alexa clucked sympathetically while Seth bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Werecats mauled the poor thing to death.”
“Oh, my… That so unusual for werecats,” the man said, scratching the back of his head while making a note in his binder. “Werewolves, sure, but cats? They’re usually so affectionate.”
“They were half starved,” Seth chimed in once he could be certain he wasn’t going to crack. “All they left behind was her purse and one shoe.”
Alexa nodded solemnly in agreement at the dumbfounded clerk, her expression set to sympathetic. “They ended up cremating both for the funeral. We have her ashes in my bag. We’re actually here just to spread what’s left of Chloe all over her favorite vacation spot. She spoke so highly of the Honey Lotus Spa and your beautiful decor.”
Seth ducked down, grabbing their bags before he broke down laughing. Alexa continued to stand there, talking ever so kindly to the clerk about their planned arrangement to dump the ashes of Chloe’s purse and shoe on the top of the highest mountain—which was really a hill—on the hiking trail found at the back of the spa.
“You’re insane,” he whispered once she finally broke away, the girl beaming smugly as they stepped into the elevator.
“Hey, that’s what she gets for dumping you with some stupid ass, nonrefundable $1000 trip. If she ever dares to step foot in here, I can only pray she’ll get that clerk and he’ll ask if she’s a zombie.”
Snorting, Seth covered his hand with his mouth, catching her eye through her reflection in the brass interior. “You’re a monster.”
“You’re welcome.”
Alexa was doing her damnedest to not stare at her best friend. Why Seth had to be an absolute beefcake of a man and just throw their heavy ass stuff around like it was weightless, she didn’t know, but it was decidedly distracting. His black hair had gotten shaggy the last month and he hadn’t bothered to shave for the trip. He was looking grungy and headed straight for recently fucked, and she was having a hard time keeping her tongue off of those bulging biceps.
“I was thinking we’d go for a hike—And not just because of that bullshit you told that guy,” Seth said with a strained sense of cheer she was far from blind to. The kid was still hurting from that stupid Chloe bitch and Alexa was determined to get his mind off of it. A whole year together and then dumped, just like that, right before this big, terribly pink trip. It was a shit thing to do and the bitch had footed Seth with a bill he really couldn’t afford seeing as Chloe had been paying half the rent at their apartment at the time. The apartment that was too big and too far from Seth’s work because she had insisted and Seth never stood the fuck up for himself.
All while saying she could see into the future. If the bitch could see into the future that just made her an extra nasty cunt for this shit.
Alexa closed her eyes, counting to five before pasting a smile on her face. “Hey, we could totally fill one of the ice buckets with sand and walk around pretending it’s ‘Ms. White’s ashes.’ We’ll talk in hushed voices every time we lo
ok at the ice bucket like it’s really full of the dead remains of a purse and shoe mauled by werecats.”
“Werecats are the fucking nicest shifters ever, Lexa. You should have said wererats. They’d eat a person if hungry enough.”
Alexa shrugged, trying not to stare too obviously at the single bed in the room. “Werecats are funnier. They purr at everything. They would totally purr a person to death.” The bed was one of those circle types but at least she was pretty sure it didn’t actually rotate. Still, she should be saying something cutting and flippant instead of wondering if they’d be sharing the bed. “Besides, they’re still predators. I’m sure they could slice someone dead if they tried hard enough.”
Would they be sharing the bed? She’d shared a bed with Seth before when they were younger. But… But they’d been younger. He’d been a tanned but gangly nerd and she’d been a total angry outcast. Seth sure as fuck didn’t look like a mammoth of a mountain back then with his now rippling muscles and broad shoulders she could happily sit on for hours. She had little to complain of when the bastard kept flipping her over said shoulders like she was as light as her bag of clothes—Shit, when the fuck had he gotten so strong?
“Come on, smartass.” Seth threw a bottle of water her way, Alexa catching it on reflex. “Let’s get you walking off some of those energy drinks you gulped down.”
Nodding, she put the bottle down, glaring at the bed. Pink bedspread with pretty flowers. She had plenty of reasons to hate this place, namely Chloe, but the disgusting color choice was definitely giving her a more immediate incentive to get the fuck out and never return. It was like the annoying bitch was mocking her from across two states with all this ugly ass pink. “Let me just use the bathroom first.” She left Seth flicking through the television channels while she slipped into the adjoining bathroom and pushed her shorts and thong down, checking on the still sensitive flesh of her new tattoo.
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