The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 29 - Paranormal Edition: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Susan Woodward

  “You know he will only bring you pain. Haven’t you suffered enough? Margaret will never stop trying to hurt you as long as you are bonded to this man.”

  Caleb was bitter. It was a condition I never imagined that I would be able to cause him to fall into. At the mention of Margret’s name, I was incensed.

  “What can Margret do to me now?”

  I jumped off the bed to stand as tall. I remembered the coldness of the prison cell and the lie she told to put me there. Every revelation that I had up until this moment played like a montage in my mind and I clenched my fists thinking about the power I now possessed. Caleb shot me a glance that sobered me almost instantly.

  “Huh, you are so incredibly naïve.”

  Caleb flew towards me and I pressed his open palm to my temples. The vision coursed through me like an electric current. Margaret was no ordinary woman scorned. She was a witch just like I was but she had no idea and she would be awakened just like me on the harvest moon. We were both destined to be summoned by the light and the dark and although I could not see the choice that I made, I saw hers. If I couldn’t convince Marcus to choose her, her bitterness would cause her to choose the darkness and her wrath would be taken out on the town. She would become the vessel for the demon that wanted to steal my soul. My love for Marcus was doomed because he was her obsession. I pulled away from Caleb before the vision burned a hole in my mind.

  “There must be away to defeat her. Isn’t good more powerful than evil?”

  Caleb threw me a look that made me question whether I choose light over darkness in the end. I was almost sure that I would choose the light. There was nothing dark in me. Even though I revered Margret for what she did, there was still compassion in my heart for her. She was broken, just as Caleb was now.

  “So what would you have me do, Caleb?” I asked.

  His former countenance returned as though my question gave him hope.

  “Let your heart decide!” he returned.

  He was as vague as anyone could be. How was I supposed to choose between him and Marcus when my heart could not even decide whom I loved more? I took a gasp of air as my cheeks turned red, the instant I realized I loved Caleb. He caught my blushing and his eyes were warm again. He took a step towards me and I pushed my hand out to stop him from coming any closer. If he got to me, I would be helpless to stop myself from letting him take me.

  “I need some time to think.” I managed to let slip out of my trembling lips.

  I was shaking from my heart beating wildly in my chest. Caleb gave me a nod of understanding and left me. A day all to myself, failed to make my decision any easier. I kept wondering if there was a way I could get to Margret and warn her of the darkness. I still wanted to save her even though I knew she would never do the same for me.

  I was practicing a few spells out in the woods. A small clearing provided me with ample space to prepare a little circle. Caleb was a little ways down by the creek taking a cool dip in the river nearby. It was a pleasure I had denied him all those years when I refused to listen to his voice so that he could manifest himself in the flesh.

  It was the only portal available to the guardians to transcend the boundaries of the other side. All witches are assigned guardians at birth but if they never opened their mind to them then their guardians would never be able to manifest like Caleb did. Caleb loved his human form. Deep in a spell to turn water to ice, I kept a drop suspended before me and spoke to it until it solidified.

  “Come with me.” Caleb’s sweet voice beckoned.

  He broke my concentration and the droplet crashed into the ground. I spun around to scold him.

  “You broke my...”

  I couldn’t finish my sentence because as I turned my eyes were graced with the view of his naked flesh glistening form the water that had not yet evaporated.

  “Caleb!” I gasped.

  The longer he stayed in his human form the less control I had over what he wore. So it wasn’t my mind keeping him that way, it was all him. I could see his excitement in his hardened sex saluting me. He wasn’t at all ashamed of it.

  “Where are your clothes?” I chided him.

  I felt motherly all of a sudden. He deserved a good scolding for exposing himself like that.

  “If I promised to cover myself, would you come?” he asked as eagerly as a child who trapped a butterfly in a jar would.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled a pair of trousers out of the air and slipped into it. Caleb was more in control of his magic than I was. His sex still threatened to bore a hole through the crotch and I could barely pry my eyes away from it. The image of his thick flesh saluting me carved a permanent niche in my mind. I took his hand and he led me down to the creek. The water was as clear as glass and as cool as mint. It was these little things that made Caleb excited. The velvety feeling of grass blessed with dew under his feet, the warm sunrises and the graceful sunsets.

  I followed him along the stream which led to a secluded waterfall. It was small and the water merely sprinkled rather than thunder over the edge of the rocks to the top of it. There was a small pool with water as blue as the sky.

  “Care to join me?” Caleb asked.

  The water looked so inviting that I had to say yes. I did my best to look away as he unburdened himself of the trousers that I forced him to don earlier. He dove in and swam a short distance away then waved at me to come in.

  “Promise me you won’t look.” I shouted.

  He turned away and I undressed quickly. The water was just right, so I got in. Caleb swam up to me and I realized just how transparent the pool was. The pool was shallow. When I stood, it cut a little above my cleavage, leaving enough of the pale flesh exposed to the sun above and the rest peering below. Caleb was much taller than I was, so I could see his bursting chest above the water when he stood.

  He took my hand in his and instantly I felt our connection again. Caleb’s eyes implored me to explore the sensations it caused. I drew his hands to my chest and allowed his palms to cover my nipples. I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing, I was just feeling. I forgot about Marcus for a moment and allowed myself to give into the yearning. Caleb took his time, moving my swollen flesh in deep slow circles that intensified the ache between my legs.

  “Kiss me.” I begged him.

  He swallowed my lips and I lost all control over my limbs. I would have sunk to the bottom, if not for his arm around my back holding me. I was surrendering to him, giving him the opportunity he longed for ever since I stole the vision from him. I was swept, completely lost in his embrace.

  His sex pressed against the tender spot below my navel and I arched myself up to encourage its probing. He departed from my lips to administer teasing bites to my neck. If it were possible for me to dissolve into the water as he did that, I would have. His breathing quickened, signaling his readiness to take me.

  “Not here” I cautioned him.

  I wanted to go back to the house, to my room. I kept concentrating on my bed and before I knew it, we were there, touching, stroking and pleasing each other. The candles made a sudden reappearance and gave the room a warm amber glow.

  “Take me.” I commanded.

  With that Caleb slipped his hand between my legs and tested the warmth of my snatch. I took a firm hold of his thickness and stroked it slowly. The heat had reached boiling point and we were on the verge of melting into one another when suddenly a restless knock on the door shattered the moment.

  Caleb had a pained look in his eye as I pulled away from him to go attend to the door. I did a quick spell and covered myself. The knocking was rapid and got more desperate the longer I took to come towards the door. I couldn’t see the person on the other side but as I neared the trembling frame, I sensed the familiar soul. I opened the door and fainted at the sight of Marcus, panting as though he had run all the way from the town to the cabin.

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  Love Spells and Wolf Lore

  by

  Susan Woodward

  Love spells are dangerous double-edged swords. I knew this from the beginning, but like most witches I thought I could outsmart magic. That was my first mistake. My second was believing that I was immune to magic. No one is immune to magic. Not witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, dragons, or humans. Magic is an unseen force of nature stronger than the largest tsunami. It is the driving force of all existence.

  Six months ago I was approached by a human lawyer. As soon as he told me his occupation I should have ran the other way. Nothing good ever comes from working for a lawyer. He explained to me that he had a very rich client that wanted to buy land from a local werewolf pack, but the wolves wouldn't sell. The young alpha Weston was a die-hard traditionalist with the territorial instincts of a wolf. It was his land, and he'd defend it to the death.

  Mr. Kilton wanted me to brew him a solution, so to speak. I refused the first and second time. The third time he offered me enough money to save my grandmother's house from foreclosure. I knew I was going to regret it, but I accepted the job and bound the contract by giving him a lock of my hair. That was my biggest mistake. For days I brainstormed and reached the conclusion that the only thing that would mean more to Weston than his territory and pack would be a mate. I considered subcontracting a succubus, but in the end decided against it. Succubus are unreliable and take payment in the form of chi. I wasn't keen of the idea of some horny demon sucking on my life force. A love spell was my last resort.

  I had done my research and knew everything there was to know about Weston. He seemed like a pretty decent guy who just wanted to keep his family's land. It was a plight I understood. Guilt plagued me, before I even began the spell. I knew that karma was going to chew a big chunk out of my ass for what I was about to do, but I was willing to shoulder that burden if it saved my grandmother's home. She had done so much for me after my parents died that I would have sold my soul for her. Grandma was the only family I had left.

  My spell worked almost instantly. The next day I dressed to go hiking and headed out to the trail that ran closest to Weston's land. I had bathed in the potion that would attract the alpha male to me. I walked the trail for about an hour before Weston appeared. I was instantly attracted to him. That should have been my cue to break the candle and resign from the job, but I've never been a quitter.

  Weston's tall muscular body was my idea of perfection. His big brown eyes and southern boy smile made me weak in the knees before he even said hello. I wanted the man who was walking towards me. Weston wasted no time in telling me that my scent had attracted him and that the red moon the night before predicted my arrival. There was something in pack lore about the red moon and the smell of patchouli that meant the alpha's mate had arrived.

  I couldn't believe my luck. Weston began to court me with a ferocity. Flowers, candies, perfumes, and expensive dinners. There was nothing he wouldn't give me. As the months went on I learned more about him, his pack, and wolf lore. I was falling in love with Weston and the way he lived his life.

  A week ago Weston overheard me talking to Grandma about the house. The next day she received a call from the bank that our mortgage had been paid in full. Tears of joy fell down my grandmother's face, but fear gripped my heart. I was going to destroy lives for money I no longer needed. I tried resigning, but Mr. Kilton reminded me that he had a lock of my hair. If Weston didn't sell the land I was going to be in big trouble.

  The night after talking to Mr. Kilton I lay next to Weston in his bed trying to find a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into. I tried to make my heart a stone so that I could spare myself the heart ache of losing what I had came to love, but it was impossible. Weston was the man I had waited my whole life for. Weston was my mate.

  “You still awake?” He asked wrapping his arm around my waist.

  “Yes.” I said trying to hide my tears.

  Weston kissed my neck and I pressed my body into his. His warmth surrounded me and for a moment my heart was at peace.

  “Are you okay?” Weston asked. “You've been sad lately.”

  “I'm okay.” I lied.

  I could tell that Weston was frowning. Wolves believed that mates shouldn't have secrets. I wanted to believe that too, but how could I when our whole relationship was a lie. It wasn't wolf lore that brought up together, but a love spell. I loved him more than my own life, but he only loved me because of brewed up emotions. I have bathed in the love potion everyday since I've met Weston.

  He kisses my neck again offering me a different type of comfort. Guilt pains my stomach, but I give into the desire of my heart and loins. Just the feel of his lips against my skin has made my sex wet. His hand cups one of my breasts and massages it gently. My nipple becomes hard under his touch. Werewolves always sleep nude, and it's a habit I've adopted too.

  Weston's manhood is throbbing against my ass as I grind back into him. I turn to face him and his lips meet mine. His tongue parts my lips and dances into my mouth. He tastes of cinnamon. I begin to stroke him and he moans into the kiss. I love how vocal Weston is. I've had lovers before, but their sexual noises amounted to nothing more than grunts. Weston moans, sighs, and once he even called out my name. Wolves love without holding back. I wish I could do the same.

  Weston licks across my perky nipples and I run my fingers through his thick brown hair. I feel him smile against my flesh as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. His hands travel over my body exploring the territory that he has claimed for his own. I become lost to his touch and the feel of his powerful manhood in my hand. He caresses my back and sides, my stomach and thighs. His hands seem to be everywhere at once.

  My lover pulls me on top of him and kisses me again. I guide his organ into my body and slide down taking in his full length. His shaft brushes against my g-spot and I dig my fingernails into his chest. My heart is pounding and my expectations are high.

  I lean down and kiss Weston. We enjoy taking our time when we make love. Weston has taught me to savor every moment of love and pleasure that life has to offer. Nothing lasts forever so we have to make the most of each microsecond.

  Weston massages my swollen clit and I throw my head back in pleasure. His other hand rests on my hip keeping me in place and forcing me to enjoy the stimulation that always sends me over the edge. My crevice contracts around his manhood making his eyelids flutter, but his fingers never falter. My body urges me to ride him, but his hand keeps me still.

  “Weston!” I gasp as the heat in my belly explodes and climax washes over me.

  My lover begins to thrust up and the main course of our lovemaking begins. I put my hands on his chest and ride him hard and fast. My fingernails dig deep into his flesh as our lips meet in a hungry kiss.

  A knock on the bedroom door makes me groan. Pack mates are always in and out of Weston's house. This isn't the first time we've been interrupted while mating.

  “Go away!” Weston shouts and renews the kiss.

  “Weston!” His sister shouts through the door. “Men are out here wanting to talk to you. They have machines with them! I think they're attacking!”

  We both scramble to our feet and Weston runs from the room. The pack isn't modest, but I am. I dress as quickly as my trembling hands allow. I notice the light on my phone is blinking. I glance at it and my heart drops into my stomach. It was a text from Mr. Kilton.

  “You took too long, Maddie. It's time to pay the piper.”

  I slam the phone down on the table and run outside. Sasha was right. The men did look like they planned to attack. They had huge machines and looked like they were ready to bulldoze the forest.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Weston demanded.

  If the lawyer found his nudity offensive he didn't show it.

  “This was the date that your mate and I agreed on.” Mr.
Kilton said with a sadistic smile.

  My stomach turned and I wanted to scratch his beady eyes out.

  “What the hell is this about?” I stalked up to the lawyer.

  “I have your signature right here, Maddie.” He said grinning. “The pack's land is now ours.”

  “That's impossible! I never signed anything and I don't even have the right to sale the land!” I protested.