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

  So I pulled a simple red dress from my collection and sat it down on the bed, smiling. I knew that I looked quite good in that dress, and it made me feel confident. It would have to do.

  Now all I had to do was make it to Friday!

  *****

  Hugh

  The weeks following that fateful night were utter hell. I sunk into a pit of misery and stopped caring about everything that was important to me. Even my business was beginning to slip into some troubles, but I didn’t have the heart to fix it, and I just didn’t seem to care that much. My PA was doing the best he could, but he could only get so far.

  I just couldn’t stop thinking about that night, of them, of Marceline, and Guy too. It was bizarre and utterly confusing, and I had no idea what it meant about me. Not knowing who I was anymore was utterly terrifying and it had thrown me into complete disarray.

  By the time 5pm rolled around on the Friday, I was already in the nearest bar to my office, drinking my problems away. By eight o’ clock, I was thoroughly drunk and growing increasingly angry.

  My sour mood, which kept my focus solely on the glass in front of me, was the reason it took me a while to spot that by some miracle, they were both there. In the bar, not too far away from me.

  If I hadn’t stood up to go to the bathroom, I might not have noticed them at all, and it didn’t look like they’d seen me either.

  I watched them for a few moments as they casually flirted, laughing merrily whilst sharing drinks. A red mist descended. I felt angrier and more betrayed than I ever had before. It was the sort of rage that consumed my entire body, coiling it all up in tight, fierce knots.

  How dare they come into where I am and flirt like that? Did they want me to know? Were they trying to hurt me, or were they just utterly insensitive?

  I couldn’t keep away for a second longer. I was fuming, and they needed to know how mad I was. I stormed over to them, wanting to scream and yell – even if it meant that the rest of the world heard.

  “What the fuck are you playing at?” I heard myself slur as I staggered by their table. “Why are you here? Are you on a date or something?”

  “Wait Hugh!” cried Marceline. Her sweet, caring voice sobered me up a little. I wanted to impress this woman, not act like a drunken idiot around her! After all that had happened, she still managed to affect me deeply. I rubbed my eyes, trying to pull myself together. “It isn’t… we didn’t…”

  “We didn’t think you would ever want to see us again,” Guy finally finished, filling me with an unwanted clarity.

  He was right. I had kicked them out, I had yelled. I had been a dick that morning. There was no denying it, this was on me.

  As I flicked my eyes between them I realized how stupid I’d been. I’d been so concerned with what other people would think, that I hadn’t even considered my own feelings.

  I didn’t want to lose Marceline. I didn’t want to lose Guy either.

  “I’m sorry I…” I slumped down at the table beside them, dangerously close to tears. Deep down I knew what I wanted, but I was too afraid to admit it out loud – even to the two people that I knew would understand.

  As my head fell into my hands, I felt Marceline’s warm fingers against my skin, and I looked up to meet her eyes. She was so cute, so sexy; all I wanted to do was kiss her.

  “We would have invited you; of course we would… if we’d thought you’d want to come,” said Marceline.

  Her meaning was loaded, and even in my less-than-pleasant state I could see that. I knew what she offering. She liked us both, and she was giving us another opportunity to be with her. She was giving me the chance to redeem myself.

  And then she started to trail her fingers along my lips – even though Guy was watching – and I suddenly knew where the night was headed.

  It was the calmest I’d felt in a very long time.

  *****

  Guy

  My erection strained painfully against my jeans as I watched Marceline kiss Hugh. I was slightly aware that people were around us watching, that we were in a public place. But I really didn’t care.

  “Come on,” I growled lustfully, leaning in towards them both. “Let’s go back to my place.”

  I waited with baited breath for them both to stand up. I’d half expected my demand to be too much for Hugh, I thought he might reject us once more, but much to my relief I saw lust in his eyes.

  He wanted this again. We all did.

  We stepped outside the bar, happy to be leaving the public behind. The entire time, Marceline’s hands entwined with us both, no longer caring who saw. As we got into my limousine, there was a thick sexual tension in the air, which my driver must have been able to sense because he shut the partition quickly, giving us the privacy that we needed.

  As the car vibrated along the road, Hugh and I took the opportunity to explore Marceline’s body once more, working her up into a real frenzy. She writhed, and cried out and buckled under our touch, as we brought her to the brink of orgasm and back over and over again, and I knew that we were in for one hell of a night.

  This date had gone better than I’d even expected. I’d hoped that Marceline would give me another shot, but to learn that we were going to get Hugh again too – that was just mind blowing! I was more excited about his presence than I ever thought I would be.

  As the car pulled up outside my home, we staggered up the long driveway, and made it through the front door in a haze of lust, like horny teenagers about to lose their virginities. There was a deep thrill between us all, a feeling that I knew would connect us all forever. I’d had sex before – a lot – but it had never made me feel like this, and I was certain that the others felt the same.

  I wasn’t a prude either, I’d experimented before – spanking, bondage, positions… but this was my first threesome, and I felt like it had changed me, opened up a whole new world to me – one that I wanted to get to know a whole lot better!

  We stripped each other in a similar, frantic fashion and soon I found myself surrounded by flesh everywhere, and happier than I’d ever been before.

  I watched Marceline’s hands get tangled up in Hugh’s hair as they kissed with a fiery passion, and I stroked my throbbing cock, just taking a second to enjoy the moment. Just watching, waiting, letting the anticipation build.

  He pulled her backwards until he was sitting on one of my dining room chairs with her on top of him, just teasing her entrance as his hands explored her body. As he reached her breasts, I realized that I needed to get involved now, before I exploded, so I stepped closer, rubbing the small of her back with one hand, and angling her so that I could feel her hot, wet center with the other.

  She gasped, and Hugh seemed to lose control. I watched him grip hold of his length, before pushing it inside of her, causing her to toss her head back with pleasure.

  I stood to the side of her, holding myself too, and she happily wrapped her lips hungrily around me, sending pleasure rocking through my entire body.

  But this wasn’t how it was going to go. I’d waited too long to be with her again and I was going to get the full experience, so after a few moments, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, teasing her off of Hugh. She fell to her knees with a thud, and angled her mouth towards his cock, giving me a really great, pornographic-style view as I knelt behind her to thrust inside of her.

  I could hear her moaning with pleasure as I took her hard and fast, and it wasn’t long before we were all experiencing explosive orgasms once more.

  As we all sat there, panting and breathless as if the wind had been knocked from us, I couldn’t help but wonder where all of this was going to lead.

  *****

  Epilogue

  Marceline

  The months passed quickly, and I found myself still dating both Hugh and Guy. An arrangement which we were all – surprisingly – incredibly happy with.

  After that second night of passion, we all realized that there was no point in trying to deny our feelings for one another any
more – it just ended up with us all hurting – so we had a frank, open and honest discussion about what we all wanted.

  And we all wanted to continue.

  Of course, some ground rules had to be set out so that we were all happy, and all getting something from it, but after a few bumps in the road, we’d finally gotten to a place where all was well.

  Better than well actually – it was totally amazing!

  Sometimes I went out with Guy, sometimes Hugh; sometimes it was all three of us. Those were the nights that I liked best – these men were brilliant alone, but there was something about the feeling I got from having both of them to talk to, to make me laugh, to make me feel sexy… it was just on another level entirely!

  Our relationship wasn’t something that we discussed openly – we didn’t want other people’s judgments and opinions to hurt us – but we didn’t lie if people asked us, either.

  The only person that I had told was Nikki, and she had been endlessly supportive of me. She was glad that I was happy, and wasn’t bothered how I got there.

  I was pretty sure that this was an arrangement that couldn’t last forever, but as long as we were all happy right now, and no one was getting hurt, we were all content to continue. I didn’t like to think too hard about the future – as long as the present was good, that was fine by me!

  And without all of the hurt and the sadness that came from the confusion, my studies had resumed, better than ever. I found that when I was secure in my relationship with Hugh and Guy, I could concentrate much better, which made my life a whole lot easier!

  Hugh smiled at me and Guy over the table in the restaurant where we were eating a meal together. “Let’s go back to my place.”

  And the flutter of excitement burst inside me again as I grinned happily back.

  Knowing that I was in for another night of mind blowing fun was a phenomenal feeling that put me on top of the world. I wondered if I would ever get bored of the thrilling anticipation that came from being able to turn on two such gorgeous men.

  I hoped that I’d never have to find out!

  THE END

  Bonus Story 24 of 25

  Bride of a Werewolf Prince

  Gina stared into the mirror while her mother braided her long dark hair. The room was filled with the chatter of bridesmaids and female relatives all getting dressed and made up, or assisting with the process. Small pearls and baby’s breath were delicately woven into her hair while her mother prattled on about how excited she was to see her baby girl finally getting married and settling down.

  Gina rolled her eyes at the ‘finally’ part. She wasn’t even thirty yet and her family had been ready to write her off as a spinster until she had started dating Rafe. Although their first year together had been rocky, after she had come to accept that her boyfriend was a werewolf things had settled between them and their relationship blossomed.

  It was no easy task dating a werewolf prince, or Beta, as the title was referred to in the pack. Rafe had a lot of responsibilities to tend to, including diplomacy with other packs as well as other species. And yet, despite all of them, he had fallen head over heels for the quiet librarian.

  It had taken quite a bit of adjustment on Gina’s part, especially once she learned that most of the supernatural and fairy tale creatures she read about were real, but Rafe had guided her through this new world with gentle patience. In fact, he still found great amusement whenever Gina would learn something new about their secret world and stare at him with amazement.

  As much as he loved to joke around, Rafe was a very serious man. However his boyish charisma made him well suited to his duty as a diplomat. While he never belittled anyone’s concerns, he did encourage a lighthearted approach to life. There were few matters he did not laugh about, one of those being when someone voiced the thought that a human did not have a place among the supernatural species.

  It was a rare occasion when she had seen his ferocious temper flare up, but there was no other issue that riled him up as much as someone who looked down upon the humans as if they were unworthy to be privileged to the world that they lived in. Rafe was fiercely protective of Gina and would not stand to hear such ignorant mutterings. These brief glimpses of his temper had proven beyond a doubt that as long as Rafe was around, she had no need to worry about any harm coming to her.

  Gina was pulled from her thoughts as a bobby pin was jabbed tightly into her scalp and she winced while her mother muttered something about how she wasn’t holding still. In the mirror, Gina could see her six bridesmaids going through a milder version of her primping.

  Gina loved the strapless mermaid gowns that she had decided on. The shimmering teal and sea foam colored fabric was elegant against all of the different skin tones of the girls, and with their matching teal chokers and pearl earrings she thought they really did look magical.

  Of course, she was a whole other version of magical in her dress, a sweetheart ball gown with sleeves that fell off of her shoulders and flowing ruffles that made her feel like Cinderella.

  Her mother gently tilted her head down as she finished pinning up Gina’s hair. Staring at the unnecessarily tall heels she had been strapped into, Gina wished for her familiar flats. She wondered how Leila, her maid of honor and Rafe’s sister, had talked her into these monstrosities. Then again, she had talked Gina into a great number of things that ordinarily, she would have never considered.

  When she looked back up, Gina could see Leila directly behind her, having finished her dressing well before anyone else. However, how could you compete with the experience of a professional model, especially one that was also a werewolf?

  She was a dazzling creature with a slim muscular frame that curved in all the right places. The curves of the dress highlighted her figure, and the color was vibrant against her darkly bronzed skin and brought out her bright blue eyes. The pearls in her hair and her earrings sparkled against her jet-black hair done up in a halo braid. Her winged eyeliner was sharp enough to cut, but was softened by the shimmering eye shadow and the dusting of powder on her cheeks.

  Although all of the bridesmaids had identical dresses, hairstyles, and make up, Leila definitely stole the spotlight from them all. It wasn’t something she did intentionally, let alone maliciously, but Gina had overheard a couple of her other bridesmaids gossiping jealously about the model. A couple of Gina’s friends that she’d had since high school were doubly upset about Leila’s beauty as well as not getting to be the maid of honor despite their long standing history with the bride.

  “How are you feeling?” Leila asked as she helped fasten the triple strand pearl necklace on Gina while her mother was off to fetch the veil.

  “Oh you know,” Gina laughed nervously, “just running over all the things that could go wrong in my mind.”

  Leila smiled both knowingly and reassuringly as she planted a kiss in the top of her head. “Don’t worry about the shoes, we practiced that walk a hundred times.”

  “But I-”

  “I’ll make sure we bring your flats out for the reception,” Leila promised. “Now smile for me.”

  Gina did and her soon to be sister-in-law did some quick searching across the cluttered vanity table before finding the perfect shade of lip-gloss. After the application, Gina took Leila’s hands in her own.

  “How do I look?”

  Without hesitation, Leila answered, “If this wasn’t a wedding, my brother would have to fight off every other man here to keep you all to himself.”

  Gina laughed. She knew Leila’s words were sincere. Just outside the door, she could hear her mother going over checklists and making sure that everything was in order. The familiar stern voice calmed her nerves and Gina knew that everything would run smoothly in her mother’s capable hands.

  “Alright, I have the bouquets here, and Gina’s veil. Kate is supposed to be getting the kids dressed,” she said with the authority that only the mother of the bride could possess. “Tanya is supposed to have the flowers ready at
the archway for the flower girls. And the guests need to be seated by 5 o’clock…”

  *****

  Rafe had picked up Gina for dinner at 5 o’clock that March evening, six months ago. It had been raining all day. It was that light springtime rain that sparkled with sunlight and brought out the smell of warm fresh earth. Gina had been shelving books about biology, courtesy of the upcoming high school science fair, when warm arms reached around her.

  In her ear she heard Rafe’s voice, “Mmmm, I’m so hungry.”

  Gina laughed as he took the books from her arms and spun her around to look up at him. She threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. “What are you hungry for?”

  “Well I think you know the answer to that.” He winked as he flashed her his devilish smile. “But I think we’ll start with some Italian food down at Georgio’s before we get to that.”

  “That sounds like a good idea.” Gina took the books back from Rafe. “Just let me finish up here.”

  Rafe took the stack back from her and teased her with his height by holding the books up out of her reach. “I already talked to Charlotte, she said I could steal you away and she’d take care of things here.”

  Huffing with mock annoyance, Gina managed to take the books back again. “I can at least put these away. And then I’m going to check with Charlotte to make sure you aren’t trying to get me into trouble.”

  Letting out a soft chuckle, Rafe allowed her to shelve the books with his arms wrapped around her waist. When she finished, Gina leaned back and rested her head briefly on his shoulder and Rafe kissed her exposed neck. “Can I take you now?”

  “I thought we were doing that after dinner,” Gina responded and they both laughed at their immaturity.

  Rafe walked her to the front desk to retrieve her jacket and purse. The other librarian, Charlotte, was sitting at the computer and writing the reminder emails to the patrons who had overdue books. The quirky middle-aged woman insisted to Gina that she would finish up everything and that she go enjoy herself with Rafe.