Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories)

by Rebecca Abbott

  “Who the fuck are you?” the man squalled with his neck between the strong man's hands.

  “I'm the one who's gonna take Anne and go,” said Jack. Ian was ready to fight, but Jack quickly pulled a sharp knife from the right side of his belt. “If you say anything, I'm going to cut your throat. Just nod and I will let you live for another day. Understood?” The plump man nodded slowly, defeated. Anne was standing dumbstruck behind him. Jack was holding the knife in place, but at the same time he turned his head and saw the shocked woman.

  “Go get ready. We're leaving.” At first, she seemed like she didn't quite understand what Jack said to her, but before long she let a big smile and ran upstairs. Now, Jack turned his attention back to Ian. Without taking his eyes away from him, he started talking to the barman. “Get me a rope and a piece of cloth. I want to tie this pig up before he starts squealing.” The old man squirmed, but after Jack brought the knife closer to Ian's neck, Ian started shouting, “Do it!”

  After fifteen minutes, or so, Ian was tied on a chair, unable to talk, and Anne had prepared a small briefcase with some of her things. She was now waiting for Jack to finish. “Hear me,” he said to the barman, “after we leave you're going to act like nothing happened. When his men come in, tell them that I did it and you were unconscious all this time.”

  Even so, the man started complaining. “But, I was not. They're going to kill me.” But, before he was able to complete his sentence, Jack used the back of his knife to hit the old man to the head. The hit left the man unconscious, and with a good excuse as to why he wasn't able to follow them. After that, Jack turned his head and found comfort in Anne's lips. After their deep kiss, she still had a quizzical expression her face.

  “But...why?” she managed to ask.

  “Because I fell for your shining, brown eyes. Also, because I was a soldier too, and most of my friends were engaged before the war. I always felt guilty for destroying so many lives by killing many fathers, and sons, and fiancés on the other side. Nevertheless, we have to hurry. These brutes, they’re gonna get in here sooner or later. Are you ready for your adventure my lady?” he said with a smile on his face.

  “Of course Jack. Just Jack, my own, private cowboy.” She gave him a quick kiss and they started running away from the dark, hazy, saloon. Before they were out, Jack stopped. “One sec, I forgot my hat.” He hastily returned back to the bar and grabbed it. He put it on and returned to her. Then, Anne led him to a back door that they could use to sneak out undetected. Before they knew it, they were both riding Lad. Their destination? South.

  ***

  After five long hours of intense riding, and after the sun had long given its place to the moon, Jack decided it was time for them to stop running. “Here, this is a nice place. We’ll camp here,” he said.

  “I knew that desert was cold, but I never imagined that it would be this cold,” she said, shivering.

  Jack laughed at her, and continued talking until the tent was ready to receive both of them. “This is not as impressive as your old room, but this is freedom. You better get used to it.”

  Anne dismounted and moved closer to Jack. Before he was able to make a move, she started kissing him deeply. Her hand quickly moved towards his crotch, and she started caressing him over his tight jeans. “It seems someone got excited,” she said.

  “It didn't help that your breasts were touching my back all the way here,” he said and groped her ass. She playfully hit him to the chest and started laughing. Right then, Jack lifted her to his arms and moved her inside the small tent. It truly wasn't anything special, but in her eyes looked ten times more beautiful than her old room. She didn't have time to enjoy the view, though.

  Jack had already started unbuttoning his shirt, and before she knew it, he had started exploring her skin with his kisses. He gave special attention to her nipples, biting them, kissing them, sucking them, and playing with them. Everything that Jack did to her made her feel even hornier. Her vagina was already wet, even before his hand started playing with her clitoris. Jack wanted to please her, and he was succeeding in doing it in every possible way.

  When his mouth got low enough, he started kissing the side of her thighs. Anne got lost in this lustful moment, and wasn't able to contain her moans when Jack started putting his tongue inside her. The warm, and wet, feeling of his tongue infiltrating her vagina was something new for her. Not one of her clients ever did something like that to her, since no one ever paid to please a girl. Jack, on the other hand, had his mind on doing exactly that.

  After making her relax, the passionate man slowly took the way back to her lips, but this time his pants were also unbuttoned. She could say since she could also feel his dick touching her clitoris. It was then that she whispered to him, “get in. Please, make me yours.” He didn't need any more persuading, since he was already horny as hell. This time, though, it was different. His cock was making its way in slowly, and safely, every inch accompanied by a deep kiss.

  Only when he got his whole dick inside, he started pushing and thrusting slowly. She felt whole, his dick rubbing the back of her vagina, almost leading her to an orgasm. However, he did the same thing as before. Just before he was ready, he pulled himself out and then, quickly and steadily, he pushed back in. They both shouted, unable to hold back anymore. Jack came inside her, and Anne had multiple orgasms and started shivering again.

  Wanting to catch his breath, Jack took a while before asking, “Are you okay? Are you still freezing?”

  Still unable to talk, she just shook her head. After a couple deep breaths, she was just able to say only one thing. “That... was... perfect.”

  When Jack heard her, he moved closer to her face, touched her lips with his finger, and then kissed her. They managed to sleep the whole night together in each other’s arms. It was the first time that Anne didn't cry herself to sleep watching her fiancé’s letter, and the first night that Jack had slept under the stars with a woman he was in love with. It was the first night that both of them slept tight, dreaming about riding south.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 15 of 25

  Navy Seal Bear

  Let’s get the personal stuff out of the way so I can tell you how the grumpiest woman in all existence trapped me into marriage, why I can’t get out and why I don’t want to.

  My name is Crag Boulder. That’s ‘Crag’ not ‘Craig’. I found out my parents did it to me on purpose. They said it was to give me a sense of humor. It gave me a good sense of who to knock down and how many times, but I don’t remember laughing through any of it. I changed it to Craig Baldwin. Someone in my unit found out about it and now my friends call me ‘Crag’.

  I’m six feet tall and weigh 240 pounds. My body looks more or less normal – muscle weighs more than fat. My chest, shoulders and arms are a little thicker than most men’s, but I don’t stick out in a crowd. The Seals demand a high degree of physical fitness. I can do a thousand pushups and a thousand crunches in one day. I’m not going to be modest about that. I gave my sweat and pain to get where I am.

  I serve as a Navy Seal in a special unit. I’ll tell you about that later.

  Right now, I have a broken heart. The girl I loved cheated on me. I hate this. I’m a guy. I don’t like emotions, and I don’t know how to handle the negative ones. I have to drive from my duty station in San Diego to an assignment in British Columbia. I’m not making a lot of progress because I have to pull over now and then to wipe the tears away. My mind picks out the best memories I have of Carol and me, and goes over them again and again. Like the time we went to Disneyland and she found a lost child. She was so loving and cute when she held the little girl’s hand and took her to the ‘lost and found’. Then she picks up a stranger in a bar and fucks him in our bed. She did it at a time when she knew I’d walk in on them. Damn. I wish I could get the image of them together out of my head. I’d packed and left before they could get their clothes on.

  I finally get across the border, and I’m
in this little bar in a small town in British Columbia called Port Hardy. It’s located on the Northern tip of Vancouver Island. My orders told me to come here and wait, that someone would contact me.

  A woman sits beside me. I glance at her in the mirror and cringe. My mind brings up a quotation from the movie ‘Casablanca’. Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine. It’s a shame. She’s really pretty. Until she opens her mouth. Then she turns into a bitch.In high school, Honoria Winchester sat next to me in World History. She dismissed me within seconds of seeing me. I really don’t blame her. In high school, I was six feet tall but weighed no more than one forty. I had no social skills, no athletic skills. Nothing to interest her. She started with the way I used my pen as I took notes. She went on to criticize my posture, my clothes and my hair style. Even the way I walked. And she never stopped. I hated World History because I knew she’d be there.

  Guess who the woman sitting next to me is? Go ahead. I’ll wait.

  That’s right. It’s Honoria Winchester. ‘Honoria’ is never shortened. She’s never called ‘Honey’ or ‘Nory’. Always ‘Honoria’. When I think about her, I change the emphasis into ‘Hon-or-ia’’, rhyming it with gonorrhea so it sounds like a disease.

  I watch her like a hawk. Having someone recognize you on a mission rarely has a good outcome. I’m not on a mission. It’s simply a duty assignment, but I can’t stop the heightened awareness. It’s a habit.

  I watch her gather herself. I know she’s working up to something and I’m going to be the lucky recipient.

  I’ll try to be objective when I describe her. She’s good looking, except she doesn’t smile. She’s tall and watches her posture. As for the things guys notice, she’s got really good breasts, full and high on her chest, a small waist and womanly hips. Nice legs too. Big deal. She still makes me want to run away.

  I have to mention that I’m wearing civilian clothes. I like to buy my clothes baggy to hide my military body. She doesn’t realize I don’t weigh one forty anymore.

  She lifts her head and says, “Craig Baldwin. What a surprise. What are you doing in this tiny little town?”

  My mind is screaming. This isn’t a coincidence. She’s here for a reason. Run!!!

  I say, “Being a tourist. Honoria, it’s nice to see you again. What have you been doing since high school?”

  She loses a little of the smile she’s had painted on her lips. “I’m in the Navy. I do recruiting.”

  I hold up a hand. “No need to recruit me. I already joined.”

  “That’s wonderful. What’s your rating?” (‘Rating’ means job title.)

  “I’m a clerk in the Business Management department at Kitsap Navy Base near Seattle,” I say.

  A little smile plays around her mouth. I like to watch for micro-expressions, those tiny, quick muscle contractions that tell more about a person that they want. The smile I see tells me she thinks ‘file clerk’ is the best I can do and that she expects nothing more from me. I add, because my clerk persona would do it, “I’m an E-6. I just got a promotion.”

  I don’t tell her I’m not a clerk. I’m a member of an elite team. The SEALs select talented and physically capable members of the Navy to join their outfit. A group called the Special Activities Division (SAD) recruits their men out of the SEALs. A higher group called the Special Operations Group (SOG) pick out the best of the SAD group to join their unit. That’s me. The best of the best of the best. I told you I wouldn’t be modest about anything I’ve worked for.

  She says, “Pardon me. I have to make a phone call.”

  She heads for the ladies’ room and comes back in three minutes. She’s got her smile settled for the duration. Someone told her to do what she was ordered and not to question it.

  She says, “Could we go someplace more private? I’d like to be alone with you.”

  Alarm bells sound in my mind so loudly that I can’t remember the tune I’d been playing in my head for three hours. I say, “Alright. I’d like that too.”

  “Good. Let’s go to your place.”

  She leads me to her car, an older non-descript sedan, and I direct her to my apartment.

  There’s several things wrong with this scene. She’d no more drive an older sedan than she would take all her clothes off and walk into a biker bar. She broadcasts her superiority. Most telling, she doesn’t walk beside me. She walks in front, as if she doesn’t want to be seen with me.

  As soon as the door closes, she’s on top of me. Literally, on top of me. She flings herself on my chest with such force that we fall on top of a sofa. She’s surprisingly strong. She’s kissing me.

  A little word about one of the differences between men and woman. This is a generalization, but it’s useful. Women have to be in love to feel strong sexual feelings, and they’re directed toward the man they love. Men don’t. If a woman presses her body against us or shows us more of her body than usual, we don’t care about our feelings for the woman. We look or touch and caress with a complete lack of conscience. Sorry, ladies.

  I enjoy having Honoria on top of me. She wiggling and kissing. I catalog the individual parts of her wiggle. I can feel the soft mounds of her breasts rub across my chest. Her skin and lips are delightfully soft. Her thighs bump against mine, and they’re fit and taut.

  She kisses my neck twice then bites me.

  She bites my neck. I feel two little pin points enter my skin just over the carotid artery.

  I have time to say, “What the...” before she’s off me and across the room, wiping her lips with a tissue. Her expression would curdle milk. At last, the Honoria I have come to know and love makes an appearance. I say, “You bit me.”

  She says, “I had to. I was ordered to. I tried to get out of it. That’s why I went to the Ladies Room, but the CO told me I had to do it.”

  I stand up facing her. “Tell me why you would bite my neck.”

  “I did it to recruit you.” Her voice holds real regret. “‘Draft’ is more accurate. You’re now part of Seal Team 13.” (Our SEAL numbers only go to twelve.) She turns toward me, and I see the first signs of real emotion. “I’m sorry. Your country needs you in our unit. It’s unfair, and I can see why you’d be upset. We did it to you without your consent. You’re in now, and you can’t get out. You’ll be in it for the rest of your life.”

  My surprise and worry are easy to see. I can’t speak.

  She says, “You’re not human any more. You’re another species.” She bites her lower lip. “It’s easier to show you than tell you. Stay where you are.” She reaches for her zipper and stops. “Don’t be afraid. What you see won’t hurt you. You’ll need to touch me to make sure I’m real.”

  She takes her clothes off. It’s not hard. She is only wearing a dress and panties. She’s beautiful but as distant as the top of Mount Fuji. I see her close her eyes and concentrate.

  A dense cloud surrounds her and hides her completely. When it dissipates, I see a bear. A real Kodiak grizzly bear. Damn, those things are huge. She’s more than five feet high at the shoulder and big. I would guess she weighs more than eight hundred pounds. She’s eight feet from snout to tail. The room we’re in just got a lot smaller.

  She told me not to be afraid so I’m not afraid. Honest. I move next to her and run my hand along her back. It’s real fur, and this great menacing thing is alive.

  She grunts at me, and I remember this is Honoria I’m touching. I back away, and the cloud hides her again. She’s still naked when it goes away.

  She does the next thing on purpose. I’m not sure why, but it hurt. Maybe, she wants to keep me in my place. Maybe she just doesn’t like me. I know women don’t act this way unless they mean it.

  She doesn’t cover herself with her hands or scurry into her clothes. She doesn’t even turn around. She flaunts her nudity. She’s telling me I don’t matter. Not just to her. She thinks I don’t matter to anyone.

  I have some dignity. I won’t tell her what I’ve done s
ince high school or my real rating in the Navy. It would mean more contact than I want, and I’d have to spend more time with her. I really don’t want to spend more time with her.

  She walks toward the door and opens it. She turns around before she leaves and says, “You’re now a werebear. Look it up. Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up and take you to the base.” With that, she leaves.

  I really don’t like this woman.

  Here’s what I found out about werebears. We’re old as a species. Greek mythology says that Zeus had sex with a girl named Callisto who gave birth to a son named Arcas. Hera became jealous of the girl and transformed her into a bear. All of her descendents became werebears as well.

  The literature says that werebears change during the full moon. I watched Honoria change when she wanted to. I’m assuming that I’ll be able to do the same thing.

  Ordinary grizzly bears can run long distances at twenty to thirty miles an hour. They climb trees and hunt with an agility that’s legend. Imagine an NFL lineman with a temper. I’m a soldier. I kill people when necessary so I pay attention to the part that says a grizzly has a killing circle twelve feet wide. Make that an NFL linemen with extraordinary strength, balance and speed and, not just a temper, but an ability to kill without hesitation.

  The next morning. She knocks on my door at 0800. I’m ready. I’ve been ready for an hour. She says, “Good Morning” and that’s it all the way to our duty station ten miles away.

  The base is very small, no more than a city block in size. It’s got the usual gray buildings and a fence around the outside. My first clue that I’m not in Kansas any more is the size of the fence. On most bases, the fence is decorative, more to designate ownership than do any actual work. This fence is thirty feet high, with razor wire on the top. It has guard towers every fifty yards. I notice that they have heavy machine guns mounted on each tower and the guns point away from the compound.