Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eric caressed her hair gently, toying with the long silken strands as he stared down at Rose. Sometimes, like now, he wished that he had the same sort of telepathic bond with her that he shared with Jonathan. At least then he would know what, exactly, was making her tremble and look down at the floor. I think our little party is making her nervous, Jon, he thought.

  She just doesn’t know what to expect, the dark-haired vampire replied. At the same time, Rose said, “Will you—will you share me with other men, sir?” Her light green eyes were wide as she turned to address him. “The other vampires here seem to do that often…” Her voice trailed off uncertainly.

  “I’m still deciding,” he said. Well, Jon? Eric let his hands drift downward, teasing her bare breasts until she shivered and started to squirm. “For now, I have other things on my mind.” For one, playing with Rose was giving him the hard-on from hell and since their sub was always eager and willing to please them…

  Other titles by Layla Cole include:

  Serving Vampires

  When Rose agrees to serve vampires Eric and Jonathan, she has no idea that they will demand more from her than just her body. Both vampires are Dominants, used to getting their way. Will she be able to give them the submission they so crave? Warning: For adults only. Contains explicit descriptions of oral sex and spanking.

  Dreaming of the Wolf

  Ian's spent months dreaming of the mysterious werewolf he loved and lost a year before. When the stranger turns out to be his old college friend Drew, Ian has the chance to make his dreams come true. Warning: contains explicit descriptions of oral sex, anal sex, and rimming.

  Taken by the Alpha

  When Nathaniel's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, he's forced to knock on a stranger's door to ask for help. When the stranger turns out to be the pack Alpha, Chris, the last thing he expects is for the sexy werewolf to take an interest in him. Soon, Nathaniel ends up bound, teased, tormented, and begging for more!

  About the Author

  Layla Cole is a student by day and an erotica author by night. She lives with her boyfriend of four years and a few nutty roommates. She enjoys reading fiction of all kinds and hopes to share her sensual fantasies with her readers. Please don't hesitate to share any comments or criticisms by contacting Layla online.

  Website: http://laylacolewrites.tumblr.com

  Twitter: @LaylaColeWrites

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  Paradise

  By

  Lorelai Phoenix

  Copyright © 2012 by Lorelai Phoenix

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  There are no stars here. The moon travels alone, making its path across the sky night after night, the only light on a desolate plane. Sometimes, when I'm looking up from my balcony, I miss the stars from earth, the friendly twinkling of distant suns like fireflies in paradise.

  Paradise. What a funny word. My home is beautiful as sin, a dark world of tangling loyalties and corruption constantly threatening to overthrow the delicate balance my lord has worked so hard to maintain, and yet it is not paradise. Indeed, it is the opposite, the underworld, the home of souls who have been condemned by a corrupt and vindictive god.

  Does he even exist? The eons since I fell from grace have eroded my memory, erasing all but the faintest outlines of an unremarkable world. I remember a man with silvery grey hair and robes of pure white who seemed almost like a father for a time, but he never loved me. Was he the Father? If he was, I suppose I must have been his greatest disappointment.

  He created me without knowledge, but expected me to know all. How to keep Adam with me, to please the man he created before me. But I knew nothing of the carnal desires I would be expected to sate, and was refused even a taste of that knowledge before I was to experience it for myself. He wanted me to be pure. What a foolish notion.

  I was bathing in the river when I spotted him, an unfamiliar light in his usually kind eyes. They burned with some emotion I’d never before seen, and he came after me with the desperation of a man starved, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to him in a bruising embrace. His mouth was hard on mine, demanding. I tried to respond, but he was lost to his own impatience, grabbing me up from the shallow water and dumping me on the ground in his haste to taste my body.

  His mouth returned to mine, hot and fierce once again as his hands explored my skin. His urgency and the torrent of feelings it roused within me were terrifying.

  “Please stop, Adam.” I begged, tears in my eyes as I tried to wriggle free of his tightening grasp.

  “Quiet, woman.” He said harshly, groping a tender breast with too much force, bruising my skin. Never before had I wished to cover my skin, but as his abuses continued, I wished more and more for some barrier against his harsh attentions.

  I continued my struggles, the hard earth under my back scratching and scraping as I futilely struggled for escape. His hands moved lover, scraping over my stomach and down until they rested on my thighs, playing lightly across the skin before he forced them between my legs, wrenching them apart to expose the most secret part of me.

  I screamed. He paid no mind, going about his business until I finally found the strength to kick free of his grasp.

  I ran. Adam pursued me, calling upon a band of angels to aid him in my capture. I am not sure how long I evaded them, but by the time I collapsed in desperate exhaustion, unable to push myself farther, I was injured from the falls I'd taken in my flight. In a rage, Adam grabbed me by the hair, dragging me across the ground, shouting obscenities and beating me. The angels joined him in the taunting, using words I'd never heard before to degrade me further. When they were satisfied with my bruised and bloody form, they carved a pentagram into my back, branding me as an outcast forsaken by the one they served.

  The next memories are vivid. As I lay in the dirt, beaten and scarred, a man as beautiful as the sun appeared before me, his darkened wings pulled in close to his sides. Though my throat was coated with dust, I managed to ask him if he was death, come to take me. He chuckled at the thought, a beautiful sound to my ears. "I bring not death, woman, but a chance for new life, should you accept," He replied, his face betraying no emotion behind the words. Foggy with pain, I tried my best to examine him, to uncover the intention of his words.

  My eyes took him in, committing to memory his golden hair which fell carelessly in his jewel tone eyes. Adam had been beautiful, but this stranger who exuded danger made him seem as disagreeable and unpleasant to the eye as a goat. Entranced as I was by his beauty and allure, I agreed immediately. With little ceremony he picked me up, careful of my injuries, and carried me, singing a lullaby to me even after I fell asleep.

  When I next awakened I was in a room within this very castle, clothed in pure white silk and lying upon a bed dressed in deep crimson satin. He was there with me, standing at the foot of the bed. His arms were crossed over his bare chest. I felt his gaze upon me and my cheeks heated, a reaction which left me confused. Adam had seen me unclothed on many occasions, and I'd never felt such strangeness by his gaze on me. Now, even through the soft gown, I blushed crimson.

  "Are you healed?" He inquired, his eyes returning to my face to hold my gaze. Startled by the sudden sound, I jumped. Carefully I moved first my arms, then my legs, gauging the soreness of each limb. The bruises had faded and the cuts on my shoulder no longer burned, but still my muscles ached.

  Turning my head up to meet his gaze once again, I flushed. The expression in his eyes was one I'd seen only once before, when Adam came for me. It should have frightened me, but in his eyes, it inspired no fear. Much to my surprise, it captivated me, made my heart race. I mumbled my reply, too wrapped up in a whirlwind of previously undiscovered emotion to manage more.

  In a moment he was seated beside me, his bare chest so close I could reach out and touch it, should I so desire. I bit back the impulse. It seemed too powerful an act, as if by making first contact, I would seal an unbreakable covenant between us. Instead I allowed
myself to admire the beauty of him, of the smooth, unmarred skin which stretched over taut muscle. He’d neglected to shave that day, and the faint blond stubble graced his noble face as if it were always meant to be there.

  “Does my form please you?” He asked simply. I blushed crimson at the directness of his question, my sense of shame brutally ingrained from the beating I received at the hands of Adam and his minions. I remained silent until he spoke again. “When I ask something of you, I expect an answer, little one.”

  I stumbled over my words, but managed to squeak out a faint yes. He smiled at my awkwardness, as if it were an admirable trait.

  “I am going to kiss you now.” He said with little ceremony. I tensed, remembering the bruising force of Adam’s mouth on mine. Anticipating my trepidation, he laid a reassuring hand on my arm. “I know that fool Adam tried to kiss you, but he is ignorant of how to please a woman. I am not. I promise that you will enjoy my kiss.” He reassurance warmed me, but it wasn’t until I felt his mouth on my own that my fear melted away.

  He tasted divine, masculine and sweet all at once. His mouth was soft and coaxing, encouraging me to explore my own passions with him as my guide. I drank it in hungrily, sampling his mouth like a fine delicacy. When he finally pulled away, a soft cry escaped my lips, a mourning of the loss of his mouth against mine.

  “Now you must rest and recover.” He stood. I reached out to touch him, to bring him back to me, but he disappeared before me, leaving nothing but the faint smell of sulfur in his wake. I cried out at the loss, trapped by a sea of unfamiliar emotion. Without his presence, the desires stirring within me changed to feelings of devastation and loss. I did not understand his intentions, but ached to understand more about the connection we’d shared when his lips touched mine.

  Many days passed before I saw him again. As soon as I could walk easily on my own, I was moved from the crimson chamber to a solitary suite at the top of an obsidian tower which gave me an unparalleled view of the sky and the moon. My rooms were beautiful, but I was lost within them, left to wander aimlessly from window to chair to bed and back as the featureless daytime sky longed for the moon’s return.

  He appeared suddenly, clothed in a pristine white suit and holding a single scarlet rose, which he offered to me. I promptly blushed and his mouth upturned slightly at the corners in apparent amusement at my naiveté. He stepped toward me, closing the distance between us and causing the heat of the room to intensify exponentially.

  "Thank you," I whispered delicately, struggling to stop my voice from trembling.

  "I'm glad you are pleased, little one." He smiled as he spoke, eyes twinkling with some tremendous secret. Ignoring my crimson cheeks, he moved closer, the distance between us growing smaller, inch by inch, until we were almost touching. My eyes rose to meet his gaze, and I found that same strange burn smoldering within them.

  I reached up to touch his face, seeking out his mouth with my own in my eagerness to feel his touch again. He pulled away, mischief in his eyes.

  “Not tonight, little one. Tonight I intend to hold you.” I began to protest, but he pulled me into an embrace, his strong arms enveloping me in a protective wall of comfort. I tensed at the contact, but after a few moments’ time, I relaxed into him, letting his warmth seep into me. I relished the contact of his skin on mine, and I pressed my face into his chest where his shirt came unlaced.

  When his hold loosened, I looked up, expecting to see that same, familiar expression in his eyes. But in its place was something fiercer, a desire with a hardened edge to it. It frightened me, and I tried to pull away, but he held me fast in pace as his mouth came crashing down on mine.

  I didn’t think I would like it, that kiss full of hot desire and possessive intent, but it excited me even more than our first kiss, sending waves of desire coursing through me and making heat pool between my legs. I grasped at him wildly, seeing a tighter grip on the man who set my body aflame.

  When he finally released me, my legs refused to hold my weight and I collapsed onto the floor, my rose forgotten in the heat of the moment. He carried me to my bed, his arms strangely tense as he laid me atop the covers and placed his gift on the table beside me.

  “Good night.” He kissed my forehead and turned to leave, offering me a view of his magnificent backside. I blushed when I realized where I was staring, but held my gaze steady until he disappeared behind the door.

  Left alone to take stock of events, I attempted to dissect the meanings of the feelings he elicited in me. The heat between my legs had not subsided, and caused a gentle ache for some cure I could not fathom. I touched myself gingerly, seeking to reassure myself that I was not injured in any way. The wetness my fingers found surprised me. I brought my hand to my mouth, tasting my own essence in my naïve confusion.

  My fingers brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the core of me, and I gasped. I’d never felt anything so good, not even kisses. Tentatively, I ran my fingers over the sensitive flesh again. Tendrils of pleasure snaked through me, sending down my spine and intensifying the strange heat which pooled in my belly.

  Emboldened by my success, I sought a steady rhythm, driving myself to the edge of madness as I explored the sensations I could create simply by touching myself. It was too wonderful for words, and I relished the feeling of power I had over my own body. The first true feeling of control I’d had since Adam’s brutal attack.

  My fingers ran wildly over my body, finding my breasts and teasing the nipples in an erotic show, borne of instinct and curiosity. The fire he’d sparked within me grew into a wild conflagration and burst into a thousand tiny flames as I pushed myself over the edge, shattering into my first ever orgasm with untried force.

  The tremors slowly diminished as I floated back down, fascinated by my body’s response to such simple stimulation. I’d never felt anything so intense before, and was eager to try creating such feelings again. But the moon hung high in the nighttime sky, and I drifted off to sleep before I could explore my newly discovered sexuality further, leaving me to dream of the beautiful man who’d brought me here. The idea that I wanted him to be mine was shocking. I’d never felt that way about Adam, even before his brutality.

  Every night he returned, each time bringing a gift and pushing me a little bit farther into my own sexuality. His unending patience fascinated me, and together we undid the mistrust and fear Adam had instilled in me with my first violent encounter. Each night after he left, I explored my sexuality further on my own, learning my own body and what pleasures I liked best.

  We continued in this way for what seemed like eons, although it was likely only a few months worth of time in his strange, demonic paradise. He would appear suddenly, just after moonrise, and together we took our explorations further until I was ready to truly give myself over to the wonderful man who’d rescued me that awful day.

  That night, he came dressed in simple black robes which made his luminous golden hair even more striking. I marveled at his beauty, as I always did, and wondered how I could have ever been so lucky to be found by a man as patient and beautiful as he. He was everything I could have ever asked for, if I’d ever been given the choice, and the extraordinary love and gratitude I felt for him far outweighed any remaining trepidation I had about the physical act of sex.

  “Are you happy here?” There was something strange about his posture, some added tension which I’d not seen since our first few nights together.

  “Of course I am. How could I even ask for more, my lord?”

  “I am glad, love. I did not think you would adjust so easily. Perhaps I underestimated you.” He smiled at the thought, as if he’d expected me to remain afraid of him forever.

  “I do not think so, my lord. I believe you underestimated yourself. Recovery from the scars Adam left me was just a matter of time, but it was you who helped through it. Without you, I’d still be lost.” It was the first time I’d ever spoken so much at once in his presence, and he stared at me for quite some tim
e afterwards, as if debating with himself over some matter of great importance. Finally, he spoke.

  “Lilith. Do you love me?” It was the first time he’d said my name and the sound of it rolling off his tongue sent shivers down my spine. Love. I’d not thought of it in such terms, the way I felt about the beautiful man before me, but when he put it to question, I realized there was only one answer.

  “Yes, my lord. I loved you even before I believed myself to be capable of such an emotion.” His eyes closed at my words, taking in the sound of my voice as I confessed what I’d only just realized myself.

  “Be my queen,” He said without ceremony. My eyes widened at the notion. Queen. Cast-off by my first husband, only to be rescued by his enemy and made his queen. It had a certain poetic justice to it. I would not be the weak, spineless woman Adam would have forced me to become. I could freely be myself and still be loved. I smiled.

  “There is no place I’d rather be than beside you, my lord. I will be your queen.” His mouth came crashing down on mine in a fierce show of possession; his arms gathered me back up into his embrace. There was nothing I could do but allow him to stake his claim, to ravage my mouth with his own. My lips parted and his tongue moved inside, tasting and teasing and plundering my mouth, fighting my own for dominance over the kiss though I knew I could not win.

  I gasped for air when he finally relented, drawing in deep breaths as I tried to calm my burning body. I wanted him. I wanted him to make me his own, to claim me in a way no other man ever had. I pulled at his clothing, desperate to see him before me the way I’d once seen Adam, naked and male and fully potent before me. He batted my hands away with ease.