Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales

by Clarissa Black

  “You ok?”

  “Yes, go slow ok?” I said.

  He descended deep in me, although I knew he meant well, there still was pain at my insides. But this pain was soon replaced by deep delicious pleasure. A singular moan escaped my lips. Drawing in breathe I felt myself expanded to the fullest.

  He pulled out. Then slammed down again.

  “Nggg,” I clenched my teeth.

  I have to admit it felt good. Soon he was thrusting deep in me, with each slam he would send a shockwave towards my core. My limbs tightened as I pushed against the sofa. His rhythm turned to fast and frenetic. He grabbed on to my waist and pulled himself to my center with a band.

  Shlop Schlop.

  The clapping sound I found erotic. I loved it. I loved how he used me like this, for the mutual benefit of giving ourselves pleasure. Soon my insides throbbed in pleasure.

  With that he lifted me from my waist. I couldn’t believe he could lift me like that! He was still inside me. The hard wood of the kitchen table found the warmth of my back. He grabbed on to my ankle and split my legs apart as he eased into me. I liked it like this. He embedded himself into me and made me feel vulnerable. He smiled as he drilled me with his massiveness. I arched my back to match his deep thrusts.

  He thundered on me so much that, not only did the table shook, my breasts swayed with the motion. While he rocked me, he gently captured me with his lips. I kissed him hungrily, his taste richer than a Godiva chocolate. A fleshy sensation formed in me. His frenetic drilling ruptured the waves building into me, reaching a crescendo. Finally they released themselves in a fiery cataclysmic response that shook me from the insides. My first climax from penetration. The arching of my back turned to convulsions of pleasure as a ripple of ecstasy flooded through me.

  When the spasm of pleasure subsided, Angelo smiled lightly. He must have known, as he increased his pace even more. He was thundering on me and I knew that he would also come soon.

  “Claire…” he arched his hips deep in me. “I love you...”

  With that he yelped a cry of deliverance. His magnificent body shuddered. I felt him explode into me with his final thrusts of climax. His hot lava spilled within me, injecting me, and embalming me.

  “I love you too,” I whispered.

  It was over judging from his uninhibited cry of satisfaction. He crashed down to my breast. Kissing them before kissing my neck and my lips. We crashed down the sofa cuddling each other. Side by side. The hardness of his chest warmed my core. My eye-lid grew heavy as I smiled from satisfaction of, not just that we were spooning with each other, that I finally allowed myself to deserve him.

  ***

  The next week was a break before the semester started again. It was a week of bliss. Finally, I had let and accepted of going out with Angelo. Clasping his hands, basking in the sunshine, strolling through the park. We were just another young couple. It didn’t bother me that we would be step-brothers and living in the same roof. The idea of belonging to him made more sense. We’d already planned how when we graduate we would be living in a different part of the city. We would get a new apartment and then maybe get married once things were in place.

  Wearing my pink dress, I pulled him in a secluded area of the park. I kissed him under the shade of the tree near the edge of a small pond.

  “I love you...” I whispered.

  “I love you too… hey.”

  Like the sudden onset of storm clouds, Oliver and his friends surrounded us.

  “Look at what we have here boys. Isn’t this sweet. Brother and sister.” Oliver said. “So what happened to our little cutie-pie date?”

  “Shut up!” I screamed. Turning to Angelo, “let’s go love.”

  But before we could move, the gang had already moved to trap us in their circle. There were four of them including Oliver. All of them were equally as big, if not bigger than Angelo. They wore grungy clothes with chains around swinging in the pants and biker gloves.

  “You should leave. You’re in my territory” Anglo said in threatening voice stepping in front me.

  “Yeah. About that. I guess that fat bitch of yours got some loyalty through her skin. I guess we’d have to settle this the old fashioned way.” Oliver said crackling his fists.

  “What did you call her?” Angelo barked. I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

  “A fat…urrrrg.” With quickness that was impossible for a human, my man had gripped him in the throat, and lifted him clean of the ground.

  “Are you crazy?” Oliver tried peeling Angelo’s hold of him. “We’re a pack! You would go against a pack?”

  The others approached Angelo threateningly. “Yeah. I’d challenge an entire pack.”

  With that he threw Oliver to one of his friends. Upon impact they rolled on the ground and splashed into the water. I covered my mouth. An instant had not passed, when from the splash of the water, two wolves emerged -- darting towards Angelo.

  Angelo was barely to shield himself from the lounging of the wolves. One jumped and bit into his forearm while the other clamped down on his leg. His painful cry echoed over the pond. But before anything else could happen, Angelo swiftly rotated his body almost whirlwind-like, causing both wolves to release their bite and fly in the air. One crashed on to the heavy bark of a tree. It fell on the ground, collapsing and closing its eyes. One down. Three to go.

  “You’re a lot tougher than you look kid,” said one the thugs. “Let’s see how tough you really are.”

  The man along with his friend ran jumped into the air. I couldn’t believe my eyes. In mid-air their body snapped into the form of wolves. Their paws landed on the soft ground. Growling.

  They both darted at Angelo. It was a mad rash of malignant hatred. Two speeding lupine bullets lunged at Angelo. One missed from Angelo’s lightning flash side-step. But the cracking of skull was heard as Angelo punched the top of the skull of the other, burying the wolf deep to the ground. The ground released a shockwave that coursed through me. Two down. Two to go.

  Before I could reel back from the wave, the two wolves again lunged at Angelo. One bit into his shoulder, tearing his flesh and causing him to reel in pain and crash on the ground. And they didn’t stop there. Instead they seemed to have their eyes casted one me.

  I shrieked “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!”

  They were encircling me, stalking me in those scary steps of theirs. Their growls, not just sent shivers down my spine, they terrified me at my core. I fell to the ground, when one wolf lunged at me. His fangs were only inches away from me. I smelled its nasty breathe. Something had pulled it. Angelo, bloodied and battered lifted the wolf from the neck. The wolf trashed at him trying to break free. But his spine must have split when Angelo hurled it towards a tree.

  Only one wolf remained. The biggest of all. A Mohawk like fur from its skull. Oliver.

  He growled. Angelo looked at me. From his eyes, I saw severe pain. He was losing a lot of blood. When the big wolf started to dart at him he closed his eyes and ran towards it. My mind must have been playing tricks on me as I saw Angelo morph into a wolf in mid-air before clanging against the other wolf.

  On the ground, the two wolves grabbed each other with their feral snouts. It was absolutely terrifying – a wolf version of a dog-fight – a fight to the finish! They swirled at each other in a fury that the dust from the ground accumulated in the air. I couldn’t see them!

  I heard a loud painful yelp before everything went silent. From the dust clouds emerged a human figure.

  “My territory. GET OUT!” Angelo barked at the wolf lying beaten with its tongue out.

  Angelo limped towards me.

  “You’re safe now.” He said while collapsing to the ground. I ran to him, put his arms around my shoulder and walked him out of the park.

  I wanted to take him to the hospital but he wouldn’t let me. “I don’t want them to notice how fast I healed.” He said.

  When we got home, his shoulder wound had gotten a lot smaller. I ran
upstairs to get the first aid-kit but when I returned he was already walking around to the fridge getting milk which he downed in one round of chugging.

  “Claire...” he said.

  “Angelo. Are you ok?” I said rushing to embrace him.

  “Ow! I’m not fully healed yet.” He said smiling wincing in pain.

  “What was that about?” I said as we both crashed on the softness of the sofa.

  “Now you know my secret. I guess I should have told you that before. I’m a wolf shifter, Claire. I can turn to wolf on command. I know it’s crazy. I know. I know. I should have told you. I was planning to. I didn’t want you to find that out like that.” He said in an earnest tone.

  What does he want me to say? I mean I loved him even if he turned to a frog.

  Hugging him tightly, “No worries your secret is safe with me.”

  “But does that mean that if we have kids – that they’ll be a shifter too?” I don’t know why I asked. It just came so sudden.

  “Heh. I guess we’ll have to find out.” He said his shoulder now almost completely healed.

  He put his arm around me, resting them on breast. He kneaded my fleshy mounds, kneading, then squeezing them. I felt desired. He was really good at that.

  “You’re going to make a lot of milk. We’ll need lots it.” He said with a look of concern on his handsome face.

  I smiled. There was a rumble in my tummy. He placed his powerful hands on my belly and kissed it softly.

  “I’ll have lots of milk.” I said. “Don’t worry.”

  Eastern Wolf

  (Interracial Werewolf Romance)

  By Clarissa Black

  Copyright © 2014

  When the door closed behind me I wanted to scream. Yes, scream at the top of my lungs to have finally landed a dream gig after all these years. The door did indeed close behind me, and when I was sure the padded-wall of insular Teflon would prevent the sound waves from traversing the hallway, I let out a soft shriek of excitement.

  Now let me get my act together first. Time to be professional at this. At least try to look the part. A check for my leather chic boots with mandatory three-inch heels. I was wearing a meshed shoulder topped blouse and an office mini-skirt to complete the sassy young professional look. Of course I had my thick framed glasses to give me an intellectual flair.

  I could barely contain my excitement as I lunged towards the living room of my company sponsored digs in the middle of… wait. Where was I exactly? I was somewhere in Omaha. Cow country. I mean my designs, architectural Asian archetypes had a market in the strangest of places. Whatever, when my boots came off I crashed jumping up and down celebrating the first crucial step in fulfilling my aspiration of becoming a top notch architect.

  I spun around freely in the living room of my designer pad. Hands in the air and not a care in the world.

  Ring Ring

  Back to reality. I have to be professional at this. Always professional that’s who I am.

  “Hello,” I said as I managed to wrestle my excitement and land on the soft designer couch. “This is Cindee. Speaking?”

  “Hey Cindee. How’s cow country?” Jazzy had always a knack for the side jokes.

  “Just arrived. What’s on the agenda? Have we met the suppliers for the technical sketches on site-plans?” I loved those words. Agenda. Suppliers. Sketches. All those glorious technical architectural terms.

  “Well Cindee. You’re not going to like this. But that project had been cancelled.” She said.

  “Ha! Ha! That’s a good one Jazzy.” I said knowing how to volley jokes from the queen trickster of HR resources of the contracting firm whom I worked for.

  “Well, hate to break your eggs but I’m dead serious. The original plan of working for the Garden-Parion group had been put on hold.” The Garden-Parion group, a renowned architectural firm, was a great way to finally enter the highly rigid male dominated space of architectural consultancy.

  “I hope you’re not kidding Jazzy. I need this.” Yeah I needed this. I’ve been slaving away in one of those supplier bunk outs, droning to carry the plans of the master architect. It was a dead-end job. I needed to build my own portfolio already. I needed this. It’s now or never. I had actually quit my job to make the final leap to work as a design contractor.

  “I’m not kidding. I’m sorry Cindee. But these things tend to happen with large companies.” She said knowing that I had already quit my fulltime job to pursue this dream. “If it’s a consolation, I have another project that I think you will be a great fit for.”

  What a crash. Here I was thinking everything was going well for me. Finally, I thought to myself, I had a shot at being an actual architect. But realities sets-in: I still needed to pay for my bills and I was in where exactly? Omaha cow country.

  “Are you interested in transferring to another contract? It’s based on the same location where you are. A little drive but you’ll be fine.”

  “Ok Jazzy” I said as I reeled from the pronouncement. I mean I’ve already told my friends and family about my venturing into making my own designs. I guess I was just a stupid girl who never learns. But what the heck, I’ve always been fighter, I’ve always fought for all of what I have. I didn’t exactly come from the best background.

  “The new contract is located just ten miles away from your location. It’s for a Japanese meat packing facility. Newly opened facility that needs someone of your expertise.”

  “You mean milking cows Jazzy? How on earth am I going to contribute to a meat packing facility?”

  “They just opened.” I heard the soft voices calling her out from the back. “Listen. They’re looking for someone who can do sketch work for a building they’re constructing. Funny thing is when they were looking at your resume they picked you exclusively among the rest.”

  “Picked me? What on earth for? I have no business butchering cows.” I felt a little aggravated already. I mean surely they needed an engineer or maybe an animal specialist. I’m an architect not a rancher. My job is to construct and incorporate aesthetic components to structure. I love design. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do. An outlet for creativity, as opposed to just slamming on the phones with suppliers acting as I was a cog to the machine – the fate of many who enter this field.

  “Well they specifically asked for you. Listen I got to go. If you have any questions you can always contact me. The name of the company is Tanada meat processing facility. I’ve sent you the details in your laptop.”

  “Sounds good, Jazzy.” I said sighing dejectedly.

  “Keep your spirit up Cindee. I’m sure this will be valuable for you in the long run. If you need anything, like I said, just call. K bye.”

  The soft cushion of the couch caressed me. Tanada. That sounded familiar for some reason. I got up and typed the name on my laptop. A professional like myself will always know about her clients. When the search query returned the results, my eyes widened with surprise.

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  Growing up, I was always the shy type. I guess that’s what happens when your dad had been a victim bystander in a deadly gang shooting. I was the kid who instead hanging out in the basketball court after school, instead hung-out in the library.

  Hideki was an exchange student from my high-school. From the moment he arrived, I knew he wasn’t going to fit in. I mean how could he? Most of my classmates were the rough thug types who were on the fast lane to a career behind bars. On the other hand, Hideki was a reserved mild-mannered smart kid from overseas. Surely, we all thought, there was a mistake in bringing Hideki to our school.

  But we were assured our school was chosen specifically by the family of Hideki. On his very first day he received a warm greeting from our school – an organized reception to at least make ourselves presentable. We had balloons and cake and a small sign welcoming him with an American flag in the background. Everyone from the principal, teachers, janitors, and us students got a part of the cake. It was a happy day when everyone crowded on
the young man from overseas. I saw a glimpse of him. And I thought he was cute.

  Then on the second day was when the bullying occurred. Of course the guys in my schools were jealous of him, or insecure of him, or just wanted to lash-out. They apparently took him in the locker and gave him a nice beating, screaming “Welcome to America.”

  I felt bad about it. Especially since I saw him limping in campus with a bruised eye. As with kids, the crowd started moving away from him, leaving him in a foreign country with very little friends. Friends except me.

  How I met Hideki was rather interesting scenario. After the bullying, Hideki was sent a personal bodyguard, an older Japanese man who the kids called “the Samurai.” This man had a stolid face and a silent demeanor. The only remarkable thing about him were his sparse movements. His unmoving eyes expressed no emotion as he waited every afternoon for Hideki at the exit of our high school.