Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

  “Hi,” Archer said.

  “Hi,” said Matt. They hadn’t spoken in almost three weeks, since they’d submitted the manuscript.

  Archer smiled. “I thought I’d drop by, you know, it’s getting to be…” he gestured vaguely at the waxing moon shining in through the window and made a little suggestive whistling noise, looking sheepish.

  Matt looked at him, feeling a slow prickling on the back of his neck, a little tingle behind his balls. And for the first time, there wasn’t a hint of dread in his mind - only anticipation.

  Archer met his eyes, and smiled.

  “I ordered pizza.”

  END :)

  The story of Matt and Archer is continued in The Beast in Me.

  Excerpt:

  “Jack,” he said, slowly. “Do you want me to tie you up?”

  “Well, yes,” he said. “For, you know, the safety. Of the villagers.”

  “But,” said Matt, getting to his feet and walking towards Archer. “is there another reason?”

  Archer cleared this throat. “I….”

  “I’m not going to do it if you don’t tell me exactly what you want,” said Matt, close enough now that he could feel the heat radiating from Archer’s body.

  “Fine,” said Archer, fixing him with a burning gaze. “Tie me up and fuck me.”

  Matt actually took a step back. “I…you mean…”

  “You heard me.”

  Archer’s chest was flushed, his nipples sharp, his cock beginning to bugle noticeably in his underwear. Matt went to the duffel bag, uncoiling the rope slowly, watching Archer out of the corner of his eye.

  He had never topped Archer during sex before, and certainly never while he was tied up. And certainly never just before a full moon. It was all too much, too many new experiences, all at once. But as soon as Matt allowed himself to think about what he was about to do, arousal thrummed through his body and there was no point in hesitating anymore.

  “Kneel, please,” he said, and Archer dropped to the ground. He repeated the motions from last night, but this time letting himself appreciate how beautiful it was, how Archer’s skin looked, so delicate next to the rough rope. Once the chest harness was done Matt leaned in and kissed him, gently…

  Other titles by Jessi Bond include:

  Kidnapped by the Driver (M/f bdsm)

  When a mobster's wife is kidnapped by her husband's sexy driver and held for ransom, the only thing she can think of to do is to seduce him. But the driver plays rough - is she prepared for everything he's going to deal out? Warning - this story contains M/f bondage, rough sex, oral and anal, and a desperate encounter between two lonely people that you're not likely to forget!

  The Business Trip (F/m bdsm)

  Nina's one of the top salespeople in her industry, but when she's pitted against an equally talented rival for the same job, it's a no-holds-barred competition. At the big convention, Nina comes up with a great way to distract him - and "punish" him for trying to best her. But with emotions running high, they both get way more than they bargained for.

  Office Party Orgy (m/f, m/f/m, group sex)

  At the going-away party for her office crush, Nathan, Lily has a crazy idea - why not start an orgy? With help from an unlikely ally, she does exactly that, turning a simple office party into a night of wild passion that neither one of them will ever forget. Warning! This story contains group sex, m/f, m/f/m, and m/m/m action and is for the mature reader only!

  About the Author:

  Jessi Bond lives in upstate New York with her husband, two pets, and a filthy, filthy muse.

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  Howl

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  JJ Collins

  Copyright © 2012 by JJ Collins

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  "Bring him."

  The beast was ravenous, snarling and snapping as its handlers forced it to its knees. Long claws scrabbled at the stone as the werewolf struggled. Its fur was mangled and matted, and its eyes blazed red as it took in the man seated in the chair before it.

  Malcolm leaned forward in his chair and the torchlight glinted off the threads of silver in his hair. An angular face, high cheekbones and a hooked nose gave him the appearance of a hunting bird. The werewolf in front of him lunged and he did not flinch; instead, he smiled.

  "So angry for one so young, and so defiant of your pack leader. Come, little one, can we not talk like adults?"

  The werewolf snarled and lunged again, held back only by the strength of his captors.

  "As you wish, then."

  Malcolm flicked his wrist, and a leather collar inlaid with silver was snapped about the were's neck. The werewolf howled, even as his muzzle began to shrink. The change was almost instantaneous -- fur was replaced by bronzed skin, a muscular torso, and the long legs of a young man just out of his teens. Malcolm knew he could not be more than twenty-five, and he smiled again as he remembered what that was like: all fire and no moderation.

  The young man before him now wore a pair of ragged trousers, cinched to his waist by a leather belt. The collar fit tight to his neck, and the silver gleamed against the sun-browned flesh. He was thin, but in a lean, rangy way that most weres had -- a runner's build that belied incredible power. Muscle flexed under firm skin, and Malcolm took his time to appreciate it. The boy's eyes still blazed, and he bared his teeth as Malcolm met his gaze.

  The elder were stood, walking around the boy. The weres holding him struggled as their captive wrenched on their hold, trying to get at their alpha. Malcolm gestured again, and more leather straps inlaid with silver were wrapped around the captive were's wrists, the cuffs attached to longer straps that looped through large, strong eyebolts in the ceiling. The guards yanked, and the boy's arms were pulled above his head until he was nearly standing on tiptoe. The boy dangled within reach of Malcolm's chair now, toes scraping the concrete floor.

  The guards stepped back to the door, frowns on their faces and eyes blank as the alpha were strolled around the captive. He reached his chair and plucked a riding crop from the table next to it, twirling it in his hands before setting it down and picking up a quirt instead. It was more suitable for the beginning, he thought, running the falls across his palm before giving it an experimental snap in the air.

  The boy did not flinch at the lick of the quirt so close to his ear. Malcolm nodded. His resolve was strong. It would be a chore to break him of his arrogance. Such were the burdens of an alpha.

  "You stand accused of disobedience and a willful nature that cannot be ignored any longer, Omega." Malcolm tapped the quirt against his jean-clad thigh. "You ignored the orders from a beta, and nearly exposed us all to the humans we hide from."

  The boy met his eyes with his unwavering dark brown ones. "I refuse the pack, and all it stands for!"

  The boy spat on the floor, missing Malcolm's boots by inches. That wouldn't do at all. He snapped his fingers.

  "Strip him."

  The guards undid the belt, pulling his trousers free from slim hips and revealing a set of equally torn boxers. These, too, were removed, freeing a firm, toned buttocks and a sizeable cock. Malcolm strolled around again, tapping the quirt against his thigh. He paused behind the boy, regarding the muscular artistry of his back. It would be a shame to defile that, but it was his duty as alpha.

  The first lash was light, the quirt licking out with a whispering of leather and striking the boy across his shoulders. The shoulders strained as the omega lunged forward, snarling.

  "Disobedience will not be tolerated, Omega." Malcolm said, the quirt at his side again. He walked around and pushed the omega's head up with the quirt, the short wooden handle pressed against the soft flesh of his throat. "You will come to understand."

  The omega snarled, straining again at the leather that held his arms above his head. Malcolm cracked him across the face with the back of his hand, sending the boy reeling. He spat blood, glaring up at Malcolm with hate filled eyes. He struggled to sta
nd again, his toes brushing the floor as his balance wobbled.

  Malcolm walked around again, his hand on the quirt tightening a fraction as he slashed a line across the omega's shoulders with the small whip. Blood trickled in a line down the sculpted muscle of the shoulder, dribbling across the swell of the were's ass. A second line of blood joined the first, and the omega hissed in pain, his arms bulging with the combined effort of keeping himself upright and the pain of the lashing.

  Malcolm raised the omega's head again with the quirt. "Do you see them, Omega?"

  The boy said nothing.

  "They watch, because they know their place. They watch, and they will spread the news of your shame through the pack, and to all the packs beyond this."

  The shadows shifted, and Malcolm knew they were muttering amongst themselves. They stuck to the shadows to avoid being noticed, but the pack would watch this justice being meted out, as was required. The boy's eyes flicked to the movements in the shadows, and his lip curled, exposing white canines.

  "That's right, Omega. No matter where you go, you will always be my Omega now. No other pack will have you." Malcolm smoothed the were's hair from his face. The boy was beautiful, no doubt. A classical nose, a strong jaw marred with a few days' stubble, and those liquid brown eyes made for a pretty picture. "I don't think I would let you leave as it is anyway. How could I let such an untrained pup into the world? The responsibility falls to me to train you."

  Malcolm placed the quirt back on the table and picked up the crop he had discarded earlier. He paced back around to the back of the boy again, trailing the crop across the boy's cock and balls, watching them tighten as he dragged the crop around to the curved swell of the omega's ass. He leaned over the omega's shoulder, his lips an inch from the shell of the ear. The omega shuddered, leaning his head away from the alpha.

  "Besides, I would rather break you myself, Omega. Think of what I could do to you."

  Malcolm stepped back, and brought the crop around in a whistling arc. The sting of it sent the boy reeling, his flesh red and raw in a thin strop across the curve of his ass. The omega snarled, dancing forward on tiptoe so close to the chair he almost knocked it over. The guards yanked the leather straps and set the boy swinging wild, feet off the ground. Malcolm waved his hand and the boy was lowered to his feet. He stood, panting with harsh breaths. He still met the alpha's gaze.

  To Malcolm's amusement, the boy's cock was hardening, the flesh swelling as the alpha trailed the crop across it again. He gave a thin smile and turned to his table, his golden eyes flickering across numerous instruments. His eyes lighted on a cock ring, ivory inlaid with silver scrimshaw. He picked it up, twirling it in his fingers for a moment before turning to the boy.

  "Should I break you completely, Omega?" His lips quirked in a grin at the defiant scowl on the boy's face. "Should I take you here, on this cold stone and claim you as mine?"

  The boy was silent.

  Malcolm rolled the cock ring between his palms, debating. "I could cut strops from your flesh, boy. I could do all this and more, and they will not stop me."

  The boy held his gaze.

  "You're defiant. I must say, this is liberating. I haven't had someone this belligerent put into my care before." Malcolm snapped his fingers, and the guards tied off the leather straps. "Leave us."

  The shadows filed from the room, disappearing through secret doors with speed and silence. Soon, it was only alpha and omega, regarding each other across the space of concrete.

  "Why?" The question was voiced from a throat raw from disuse. Malcolm tilted his head.

  "Because you have disobeyed. What more reason should I need?"

  "I mean, why send them away?" The younger man was still defiant, but had eased back without his audience.

  "Because, Omega, I don't need them to break you." Malcolm smiled. "They have seen enough to spread the word. I could bring them back, make your humiliation total, but I suspect you would enjoy it far too much."

  He crossed the hand's-breadth of space between them, a long fingered hand stroking down the boy's cock. Before the boy could protest, the ivory cock ring slid over the base of his cock, behind his balls, and snapped closed. The flesh swelled, heavy in his hand, even as the boy growled at him. He closed his hand around the shaft, stroking down with an almost gentle touch.

  Malcolm smiled. "The front is admirable, Omega, but we both know how this ends."

  He stroked the boy's cock again, that same gentle stroke, and the omega arched into his hand, the cock hardening against his rough palm. His other hand slid to the firm ass, giving a rough squeeze on the reddened flesh. The boy whimpered, his eyes flickering away from Malcolm at last.

  "There it is," he said. He gripped the boy's chin between thumb and forefinger and forced him to look at his alpha. "You must remember to obey."

  "No."

  Malcolm sighed. "As you wish it, Omega."

  He walked behind the omega, and his hand lashed out, swatting the boy's ass hard across the red stripe of flesh. The boy yelped, leaning forward on his bindings. Malcolm struck again, his palm flat against the rounded swell of the boy's ass.

  The omega strained against his bindings, his head hanging low as he flexed his shoulder muscles.

  "Struggle all you like, boy. The restraints are lined with silver, and you know it." Malcolm reached in front of him and gripped the thickened cock. The omega whimpered when Malcolm gave him a languid pump. "There is no escape but submission to your betters."

  The omega whined, his hips twitching as he thrust up into Malcolm's hand. Malcolm refused the boy friction, releasing his cock to throb in the empty air.

  "Please," the omega said, his voice near a whimper.

  "I didn't hear you, Omega." The hand whistled through the air again, striking the boy's taut ass again. The slap of flesh rang around the cement walls of the room, coupled by the great sob of air that the omega drew in. "Speak up."

  "Please…alpha." The boy grit his teeth. Malcolm leaned closer, his breath playing over the omega's ear. The shudder was sweet, and Malcolm grinned.

  "Better, but not quite. I think you should be rewarded for the submission you've shown so far, though." Malcolm reached around again, stroking the boy's thick cock with a lazy grip. "Let's see if we can't do better."

  The omega shuddered under Malcolm's touch, his head lolling back on his shoulders as Malcolm worked his long fingers up and down, over the head of the boy's cock. The whimper turned into another full-body shudder as Malcolm gave a squeeze. Malcolm gave a soft hum of pleasure.

  "You like that, don't you, Omega?" Malcolm's voice was velvet-smooth. "There is always a reward for submission, didn't you realize?"

  Malcolm's fingers were slick with the omega's precum. He lifted them to his lips and cleaned them, the omega watching his every move through lowered lashes. He turned to his table, picking up a jar of lubricant nestled among the others. Two fingers dipped in, coated themselves with slick, and he walked around behind the omega again. His slicked fingers probed the puckered hole, and the boy moaned, his cock twitching at the sensation.

  His smile widened further as one lube-coated finger slid in to the first knuckle, then the second. The boy moaned, a guttural sound that had Malcolm's cock twitching. It was the sound of submission, and it was what he had set out to do.

  "Good, good." Malcolm's voice was a soothing hum. He pumped the finger in, then out as the omega trembled in his restraints. The boy's head was down, his legs spread as he shuddered. "I told you that submission had its rewards. Shall I reward you, Omega?"

  "Yes, Alpha. Please…" The omega swayed, bucking back against Malcolm's hand. Malcolm added a second finger, stretching the boy's tight ass as he worked a second digit in. The sensation of the fingers inside him seemed to make the omega even more submissive, as the were whimpered against Malcolm's chest.

  Malcolm unsnapped his jeans, and his cock was just as eager as his omega, springing out at a touch and lying heavy against his belly. He too
k himself in hand, stroking himself to readiness as his fingers came free with a small 'pop' from the omega. A few more strokes as he coated himself with lube, and he pressed himself against the boy's ass. The omega moaned, going up on tiptoe as the alpha slid in, the first inch as tight and hot as he thought it would be. Malcolm growled, his stubble brushing against the back of the omega's neck.

  Inch by torturous inch, he slid more of his thick cock into the boy, his hands on slender hips to steady them. Soon he was hilted, his cock throbbing as it was squeezed by the tight channel. The omega moaned, wriggling his hips backwards. Malcolm nipped the bronzed shoulder before him, his tongue soothing the bite as the boy shuddered.

  He withdrew, sliding back into the slick channel as he tightened his grip on the hips before him. The omega's shoulders strained again as Malcolm upped his pace, the restraints creaking as the alpha rewarded his omega. Malcolm's cock throbbed as he pounded into the boy's tight ass, his growls countering the whimpers as he fucked the other were into submission. He could feel his balls tightening as he came close to climax, and he slowed, then stopped altogether as he hilted himself into the omega. The whimper came again, and Malcolm peered around at the boy's cock, thick and throbbing as the cock ring prevented his release.

  "It all depends on you, Omega," said Malcolm, his fingers caressing the other were's balls. "Submit, and I'll let you come."

  The omega stood, panting. It seemed as though the pain had veered into pleasure, because he nodded.

  "Say it, Omega. Your alpha can't hear you."

  "Yes, Alpha. I submit." His voice was hoarse, rough and husky.

  "Good boy." Malcolm undid the clasp on the cock ring, releasing the boy's throbbing cock from confinement. He stroked it once, and the motion, coupled with the subsequent snap of his hips, sent the omega over the edge. He came hard, his come dribbling over Malcolm's fist in thick spurts as the alpha thrust into him again. The omega stood, trembling as Malcolm began thrusting again, chasing his own release.