Gathering Darkness: A Paranormal Romance Collection

by Anna Zaires

  “I’m going to come,” she gasped out. It was like she couldn’t get enough, she couldn’t stop climaxing and the pleasure didn’t end. She was insatiable, wet and hot, swollen and needy, but until Beau came in her, she’d never feel satisfied.

  Droplets of Beau’s sweat landed on her back and she arched up, wanted it covering her, saturating her until she smelled like him. As strange as that sounded, she wanted to feel his pheromones seeping into her, wanted his musk surrounding her, and wanted his big body curving around hers. As if her unspoken desire was said out loud, Beau leaned forward so his sweat slicked chest rubbed along her back.

  “I’ve been watching you, Hannah.” he said and thrust into her. “I’ve wanted you, baby.” He pulled out and pushed back. “But you’re too damn good for me, too pure and innocent, and I thought staying away was the right thing,” he said on a low groan as he bottomed out in her.

  “Beau,” Hannah gasped out when he reached around and found her clit. “You’re in the moment, not knowing what you’re saying.” Closing her eyes, she loved the feel of him rubbing her clit back and forth while still thrusting into her.

  He pumped three more times and pulled out. Before disappointment could fill her, he had her turned around and lifted into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, not caring that she was totally acting out of character right now. Hannah would have never been so forward with a guy, but right now with Beau she felt like a totally different person. She felt like she could do anything.

  “I know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about, and what the hell I want.” He squeezed her ass. “I want you, and not just for this one night.” He grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Biting at the base of her neck she let him fuck her senseless. He started moving with her pussy still encasing his dick, and she thought for sure he was leading her to her room, but clearly he couldn’t make it that far. He pushed her against the wall in the hallway and pounded into her. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes.

  “Yes, Beau. It’s so good. God, it is so good.”

  He growled and started biting her throat again gently. He thrust in and out of her and the sound of her pussy sucking at his cock bombarded her senses.

  “It’s so fucking good,” he grunted out against her neck and continued thrusting into her.

  Curling her nails into his biceps, she bit her bottom lip, tasting blood immediately. He instantly stopped moving. She groaned in frustration. They both panted, and she swore she could feel his erection getting bigger and thicker. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and the lust that moved between them could have started fires. In a few quick strides, he had them in her bedroom—the only bedroom in her place—and slammed the door shut behind him.

  He all but threw her onto the center of her mattress, and before she could say anything, he was on top of her with a hand gripping each of her thighs. With an iron-like hold on each of her legs, Beau pushed them open as wide as they could go. The monstrous dick that rose from between his thighs looked like it could do some damage, and by the tenderness of her pussy she knew that for a fact. She flicked her gaze to his face and saw him looking at her splayed cunt. His massive chest rose and fell from the force of his breathing. The sting of pain from his claws digging into her flesh had her pleasure increasing.

  “I am going to tear you up, just eat you alive until there is nothing left.” He certainly had showed her exactly what he was made of, but she wanted so much more. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week.”

  “You know my answer, Beau.” She clenched her hands in the sheets.

  “Christ, baby. If you thought I fucked you hard back in the kitchen you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  A tingling sensation traveled throughout her whole body at his sandpaper voice. His animalistic masculinity was something to be rivaled, and his fierce, strong, and intimidating presence made her feel like his prey. The corded muscle and tendons that were laced and bulging right underneath his flesh had the urge to claw at him fill Hannah. She wanted to lick and nip at his flesh and consume him just as he was doing to her. The thick crest of his shaft pressed against the entrance of her pussy once more. He held her gaze for a suspended moment before slamming into her with so much force she slid up the bed. A shocked cry left her when he bottomed out inside of her.

  She felt her eyes widen as agony and ecstasy traveled through her.

  “Look at me.” Beau’s voice was distorted as he issued the command, and when she did as he said, everything around her faded until there was only this one moment. “I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight little pussy.”

  Hannah lifted up and braced herself on her elbows. She looked down and saw the wetness of her arousal, and the light streaking of her virgin blood on her inner thighs. He slowly pushed into her, and then just as slowly pulled out. His length became visible inch after glorious inch, and wet with her pussy cream. He pushed into her and pulled back over and over again, forcing her to watch. Her arms shook and her breath left her in uneven gasps. Hannah knew he’d be coming soon by the way his body shook and his wolf flashed right in front of her.

  “Ready, baby?” That was the last thing he said before he really started fucking her, just let his animal free rein to take control of… everything.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Beau placed his hand on her hip, his claw puncturing her flesh. He made a low, deep growly noise and then lowered his face to her hips and stroked his tongue over the small wound. She felt his pheromones moving into her bloodstream, grew high from the sensation. He dug his claws into her again, and the sting of pain had her gasping out. The act was intimate, and a show of his ownership, of his mark.

  Not able to hold herself up any longer, Hannah dropped back on the bed. Her back bowed when the head of his shaft scraped along her G-spot.

  “Pull your pussy lips apart, let me see all that pink, wet, perfection.”

  The man had a way about him that drove her absolutely insane with lust. She did as he asked, reaching down and spreading her lips apart. His cock stretched her wide, and her inner muscles clenched around his girth. Apparently he had enough, because only moments after she spread herself wide for him, he was barking at her to place her hands above her head.

  Stretched out before him like some kind of offering sent a heady rush through her. His thrusts were faster, more determined. He seemed so big above her, pumping into her body like he owned the damn thing. And Hannah knew he did, not just at this moment, but completely. In the next second, he had both of her knees pressed to her chest, and he slammed in and out with so much power that her orgasm exploded through her. She heard his grunt as her cunt tightened around his dick.

  “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock, baby.” Over and over he slid in and out of her, prolonging the intensity of her climax until she was thrashing her head on the bed, not knowing if she would ever come down from the high. “One more time, baby. Just one more fucking time for me.” And then he placed his thumb right over her clit and rubbed it back and forth. Hannah found herself clasping his bicep and digging her nails in. “Shit. Your pussy is so damn tight and hot. I could fuck you all night long and never get enough.” His sweat dripped onto her bouncing breasts, mixing with her own and sliding along her skin.

  Once, twice, and on the third thrust, he buried his erection so far in her that his big balls slapped against her ass. Hannah could do nothing but ride out her own pleasure and force her eyes to stay open as she watched him come long and hard. He came inside of her, filling her with his cum, easing her heat, and leaving her sighing in bliss. Beau’s big body strained, and his cock twitched as he bathed her insides with his seed.

  “God, baby.” He wasn’t looking at her, and it was almost like he was talking to himself. His whole body shook, as he continued to come, continued to pump her full of his cum.

  Did all males come this lon
g?

  “No, baby, just with you,” he groaned out, his words barely audible.

  A moan left her. Although his orgasm was quite possibly the longest one in history, he never stopped slowly thrusting inside of her. With one final groan, he stilled.

  “It’s so fucking good.”

  She would never get tired of him saying that. It proved to her that he was just like her right now: uncontrollable lust consuming him. Beau was controlling, dominant, and had claimed her in a way that left her feeling as she belonged to him now.

  He collapsed on top of her, and the monumental weight of him pushed her into the mattress. She gasped for air before he mumbled his apology and rolled off. They lay side-by-side, their breathing erratic and identical. The sense of euphoria filled her, even as she felt his semen and her wetness slide out of her and down the crease of her ass.

  Closing her eyes and just enjoying the sensation of not feeling like she’d die from the mating heat, the sudden chill in the air startled her. Ever since waking this morning, not knowing when in the hell she’d be able to find a male willing to take her virginity and ease her mating heat, Hannah had felt like she was dying with warmth and arousal. But now, now that she was lying beside him, relaxed and content, the last twelve hours seemed almost like a distant nightmare.

  The bed shifted beside her and she cracked an eye open and saw Beau standing and making his way over to the bedroom door. His muscles flexed, the sweat was starting to dry on his flesh, and she saw that he still had that animal stride going on. Before she could say anything, or ask if he was just going to be a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am kind of guy, he was striding back into the room with his clothes in hand.

  He stared at her as he dressed, never taking his gaze off of her, and making Hannah feel very on display. Hannah still lay on the bed, naked, sweaty, with their combined fluids seeping out of her pussy. But the aftershocks of pleasure still hummed through her, and she didn’t really care about much at the moment.

  When he was dressed, he stood at the edge of the bed, not making it a secret that he was checking out her nude form.

  “You could have taken a shower here, if you wanted,” she said and pushed herself up on her elbows. Maybe she should have gotten her blanket and covered her body, but he had already seen every single inch of her.

  “I can shower at home.”

  She nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at the fact a small part of her had actually thought this male had wanted more from her than the sex. Of course, she wasn’t a fool. She had been the one to ask him to have sex with her and ease her arousal, so she shouldn’t be a fool in thinking he would have wanted more. Yes, he had said things that had made her think he might share some deeper feelings for her. But the truth was she had known that he had just been in the moment. Feeling weird all of a sudden, she pulled the blanket up and over her, and stared at him.

  He wore his clothes so damn good, and she loved how his strength was so visible. But she knew her mating heat wasn’t quite over yet, and she could feel the arousal still below the surface. She was relaxed right now, comfortable even, but soon she’d be right back in the heat, needing a male to help her out. She’d be insatiable for the next twenty-four hours. Would Beau be that male again? Would he feel comfortable in having her more than once?

  “Okay.” Hannah stayed silent for a few seconds. “Thank you?” It sounded weird thanking him for having sex, because clearly he had gotten just as much pleasure as she had. Hell, she had even sounded awkward saying it to him.

  He didn’t respond right away, took a step toward her, and then said, “Come here, Hannah.”

  She swallowed, moved off the bed, the blanket still wrapped around her, and stopped in front of him. For a moment, all he did was stare at her, and then he reached out and took the blanket from her body. He stared at her nude form and then reached out and touched her bottom lip with his thumb.

  “I meant it when I said you’re mine, and that no other male will touch you,” he said in an absentminded voice, still staring at her mouth and then lifting his gaze to hers. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her lip, and then touched her cheek with his big palm, cradling her head in his hand. “I’ve always wanted you— since we were little and running around the backwoods, Hannah.”

  Her throat constricted at his words. “You’ve never said anything, Beau, never even acted like you wanted anything more with me.” They had been friends as children, but he was a few years older. He always went for the drop-dead gorgeous shifter females, and they had just drifted apart. Those years apart had made them strangers. But now he looked at her as if he knew her, as if the time apart hadn’t been more than a blip in their lives.

  “Because I meant it when I said you’re too good for me, and that staying away was best. But I can’t do it anymore, baby. I don’t want to do it anymore.” He whispered the last part in his deeply husky voice. “And I can smell how you want me, and not just for my big dick.” He gave her a half smile.

  Hannah chuckled. “You’re cocky.” She sobered. “But you’re right. I do want more, Beau.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, and when he pulled back, he cupped both of her cheeks and stared into her eyes. “Good, baby, that’s really fucking good, because I want you all to myself.” He moved back, grinned, and then tilted his head toward the door. “I’m going to go home and get ready.”

  “Get ready?”

  “To take you out. I figure you need food after I fucked you like that.” He grinned again, and she rolled her eyes. Yeah, he was arrogant, but she kind of found it endearing, even though that sounded strange. “Besides, you’ll still be in the heat for the next twenty-four hours, and no one will ease you but me.” He sounded so determined. “Are you okay with that, Hannah?”

  Was she? She licked her lips, stared at him, felt her feelings grow—the ones she had tried to bury, and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”

  He smiled, seeming pleased with her answer. He grabbed her nape, pulled her forward, and claimed her mouth in the most possessive kiss she had ever felt.

  “From this moment on, you’re mine and I’m yours, baby. My wolf and human wants you.”

  And all she could do was sigh in contentment, because she could feel the truth in his words, sense them, and that was all she had ever really wanted, even if she had tried to fight it. This was the beginning, she hoped, of her happily ever after.

  THE END

  Red’s Wolf

  by Jennika Snow

  Twisted Fairytales: Volume 1

  Where the fairytales are twisted.

  After leaving a costume party, Red gets lost and finds herself deep within the woods that surround her town. With her fear of not knowing where she is comes the realization that she is being stalked. The harder and faster she runs, the more she feels like the prey to a very deadly predator.

  And then she is caught, and she has nowhere to hide. The man that comes out of the darkness is naked, massive in form, and seems feral. He is solely focused on her, yet he doesn't touch her. The way he watches Red, inhales her scent like he is trying to imprint her into his body, makes her feel shockingly aroused.

  He doesn't seem to want to hurt her, but to mate with her, like a beast in the wild claiming his woman. Red should be fighting for her life to escape, not submitting to a man that has these kinds of sexual needs moving through her like a violent animal.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I had heard that if you go through Wolfs Bane Forest on the evening of Halloween at exactly midnight you’d never come out. Of course, those were only fairytales that parents told their adolescent children to keep them in line, or at least that is what I assumed they were. But for whatever reason, the town of Haven believed those myths.

  But those beliefs stemmed from missing people over the years, ones that were said to have gone through these woods and never came out. I didn’t believe any of that, because if I did I’d be gullible just like the rest of them, holed up in my house because I was afraid
of what might happen.

  “Red, this is not a good idea,” Sarah, a young woman I had met a few months back, said with a slur in her voice. We were both a little drunk, so maybe that was why I didn’t really care about walking through Wolfs Bane.

  “What?” I faced her. She was in a slutty bunny outfit, one of those playboy costumes that had gotten her ass smacked a lot at the party tonight. “Please don’t tell me you believe that shit?” I cocked an eyebrow at her. “I mean, you aren’t even from this town. You just moved here a few months ago, but you believe in the whole getting stuck in the haunted woods story?” She didn’t respond right away. “I have lived here my whole life and have never believed in it,” I said, but there was this tingling at the base of my spine as soon as I spoke the words.

  She shrugged and glanced at the forest again. “I’m not saying I believe it or anything, but the fact that an entire town does…” She looked at me and I refrained from rolling my eyes. “I mean, it is a bit eerie.”

  I looked at the woods, and the fact they seemed harmless, and that the moon was bright enough that I could even see the ground. “It’s an hour hike back to my place if we go around, and there aren’t any cabs in this rinky dink town. You want to go back to the party and see if we can hitch a ride with one of those douche bags in there?” The guys that had been at the party were assholes, college kids that had come up from Brecksville to get drunk and try to fuck some foreign pussy.

  “What about finding that girl we came with?”

  I shook my head. “Andrea was hooking up with some jock. Didn’t you see them heading upstairs?” I lifted an eyebrow. “No way am I about to break that up.”

  “Red, I really don’t think this is a good idea. Let’s push aside the fact that the whole fairytale thing about people not coming out of there once they enter is a load of horse shit. What about wild animals? I mean it’s dark out, so who’s to say a wolf or something like that won’t be stalking us for a meal?”