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

by Susan Woodward

  On the way to bed I had toyed with the idea of sex. My body longed to be close to Weston. My mind didn't want to think about the treason I was committing, but my body was too tired to follow through on any of my dirty plans about blowing Weston's mind. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell asleep.

  That night I dreamed about a deer. It was that weird sort of dream. The type of dream where you know you're dreaming. I honestly was just happy to be dreaming again. It was a small thing that my time in the void taught me to appreciate.

  The beginning of my dream was clearly affected by my longing for Weston's body. We were in a meadow clearing naked as the day we were born. His hard cock was in mouth. I could feel his pulse on my tongue and it made me want him even more. Slowly I worked my lips over his shaft savoring the moans I was evoking from my mate.

  A deer darted by and both of heads turned and the scene changed. We were chasing the deer and I was keeping up with Weston. That's when I knew it had to be a dream. His wolf gives him so much speed. He will always be quicker than I am.

  “Let's get em', Maddie!” Weston grinned.

  The world around me distorted and I cried out in confusion. When I came to I was standing in the body of a wolf. I woke panting and bolted up. The dream didn't make sense.

  “Maddie?” Weston asked.

  His body was tensed to fight and his eyes darted around the room looking for the threat.

  “It was just a dream.” I assured him.

  The day of the trial approached more quickly than I had expected. The guilty had no representation and were quickly found guilty. I watched in morbid awe as the stronger adults of the pack closed in around them. It was disturbing, but I couldn't bring myself to look away.

  I prayed to the Goddess for their souls and forgiveness. I had betrayed the people of my birth and knew from experience that karma was waiting with bared fangs around the corner. My stomach was in knots as I watched the wolves clear away the evidence of the trial. I was changing and so was my path. This was my home now and the pack my family. I was in too deep to get out, and I didn't want to.

  Weeks passed and I began to relax. Maybe karma wasn't going to take another chuck out of my ass. Maybe, just maybe I was on the right path. The full moon was approaching and so was my and Weston's official mating ceremony. I was going to be the first human member of the pack.

  The night before the ceremony Delta insisted that I stay with her. We weren't supposed to see each other the night before our big day. The next evening Delta dressed me beautifully in a gown that once belong to Weston's mother. It was a gorgeous silk gown that I could easily pull over my head. Wolves judged fashion not only by beauty, but by how easily one could get out of it. It was a trait that I was coming to appreciate.

  My hands were shaking and I felt silly for being so nervous. I had long ago decided that Weston was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but tonight made the promise real and sealed the deal. I would no longer be of my birth community, but of the wolves. A human wolf. I laughed at myself as Delta finished pinning up my hair.

  Holding my head up high I walked through the village. Delta had explained the ceremony to me so I knew what to expect. I ignored the howls and cheering from the pack, and bit back any snide comments when the cat calls began.

  Old traditions died hard in most places, but it seemed they never died when the wolves were involved. I didn't have to look behind me to know that Weston was stalking through the crowd. I could feel him near, but I wasn't sure which direction he was going to approach from.

  My heart pounded in my chest and excitement fluttered around in my stomach. I was already wet and that surprised me, but that was a good thing. A mating ceremony was exactly what it sounded like, and for wolves it involved the chase.

  The full bellied moon hung high in the sky and provided a enough light to guide me. When I got the edge of the forest I kicked me shoes off and hitched up my dress. I grinned over my shoulder at the onlookers and took off into the forest.

  The grass was soft beneath my feet, but I could hear Weston's heavy foot falls close behind me. For a moment I wondered if he wished that I was a werewolf so that the chase would be more interesting. Pushing aside my insecurity I decided that I would just have to be twice as resourceful as a wolf. Weston would get his chase.

  When I reached the edge of the lake I quickly stripped off the gown and laid it carefully over a tree branch. I didn't want any harm to come to the family heirloom. Carefully I waded into the water and swam down stream, trying to buy myself time. I needed to stay in the water long enough for my scent trail to lessen.

  When I had swam far enough I climbed onto the bank and headed up the hill. From the top I could see Weston climbing out of the water. I hid behind a large bolder as he made his way up the hill. I decided that my best chance of keeping the chase going was climbing down the rock wall before he reached the peak of the hill.

  My foot slipped and I squeaked. I clung to my hand holds and bit my tongue praying that Weston hadn't heard me, but thankfully he had. The rock I was holding onto came loose and I began to fall. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the ground below, but it never came. Instead I landed in Weston's arms. He held me close to him and didn't say anything for a moment.

  “I'm okay.” I said weakly.

  Weston grinned at me and said, “I know you are. I made sure of that.”

  I playfully hit his chest and realized that the chase was over.

  “But you're caught.” He laughed.

  “So I am. Sorry I couldn't give you a more interesting chase.” I frowned.

  Weston laughed and looked into my eyes. “You don't know why we like the chase do you?”

  I arched an eyebrow indicating that he should continue.

  “Because we know what comes after the chase.” He laughed.

  I still hadn't realized what he meant when his lips captured mine. My body reacted instantly and I kissed him back. His tongue darted between my lips teasingly and then out of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss forcing my tongue into his mouth.

  Weston chuckled into the kiss as our tongues met and began their primal dance. He nibbled my lip sending a chill down my back. It was then that I realized somewhere along the way he had stripped off his clothes too.

  Without breaking the kiss he lowered me to the ground pinning me with his weight. There was something comforting about being trapped by him. He looked into my eyes as his hands traveled up my sides and to my breasts. Weston's large hands cupped them. He gave them a firm squeeze before beginning to roughly massage them. My nipples instantly became hard under his touch.

  I could feel his member throbbing against my inner thigh. My clit twitched as I began to imagine how delicious it would feel when it filled my body. Reaching between us I wrapped my fingers around his girth and gave him a gentle squeeze. Weston let out a quiet moan and I began to stroke him as his hands worked my breasts. He lowered his head and licked my nipples paying special attention to their tips.

  A gasp of pleasure escaped my lips as little bolts of pleasure shot through my body making my legs quiver.

  “Be my mate.” Weston whispered longingly in my ear.

  “I am yours, Weston.” I moaned.

  “Be my mate, Maddie.” He said nibbling my ear.

  Instincts I never knew I had took over and I flipped myself onto my stomach and went up onto all fours. I wiggle my hips trying to look seductive and silently pray that I do. I don't have to wait long for my answer. I hear Weston moving closer and then feel his fingers tracing my sex. I gasp in pleasure as he works his way slowly inward and finally reaches my clit. A moan escapes my lips as he takes it between his thumb and forefinger and begins to massage it.

  My hips wiggle from pleasure, but my body is hungry for more. I feel Weston lower his head and lick my swollen little nub. I moan and grind my hips into his face. He chuckles, sending vibrations of pleasure deep into my belly.

  I can
feel his face buried in my secret crevice lapping at the juices my desire is producing. I bend forward even more giving him unhindered access to the territory he has claimed. The heat in my belly is becoming too much and my body quivers as I climax. My legs quiver and I feel Weston grip my hips to keep me in place. His fingers feel so strong against my flesh that I imagine what they must look like when they probe into my sex which only makes me want him more.

  I wiggle my hips desperately wanting him to fill my body and connect with me. The moonlight is shining through the trees and gives off an air of mystery. I knew tonight would change my life forever, but now it feels like I am being watched by a higher force, and one I cannot yet understand.

  The feeling of Weston's hard throbbing organ pressing against my opening draws my attention back to our mating ceremony. His hands caress my hips as he works himself into my body. I let out a moan as he feels my body making me dizzy with pleasure. Once he is into the hilt he leans forward and softly kisses my neck. I turn my head and meet his lips. His strong body pressed against my back gives me goosebumps and makes my clit twitch again.

  At first our pace is slow and sensual. Weston moves in and out of my body making sure to brush against my g-spot with each thrust. I moan in pleasure and cry out again and again. The heat in my belly is already near exploding again, but Weston takes his time teasing me, making me wait for my next orgasm.

  He wraps an arm around me and his fingers find my clit. He massages it gently as his pace begins to quicken. I call out in pleasure caught off guard by the sudden change in pace. I have never felt this close to him. Tonight everything seems different and more intense.

  I can hear Weston panting and know that he is just as close to finding his release as I am. My body tenses and tightens around his member and it twitches. The sudden jerking motion sends me over the edge and my mind is swept away into a place of ecstasy.

  Soon Weston's howls join my cries of pleasure and his hot sticky seed explodes into my belly giving me the familiar warmth that our lovemaking always end in. For a moment I wonder if they can hear us back in the village. I hope so. Somehow I feel that being human means I have to prove myself to them again and again.

  Weston collapses on top of me panting and gently strokes my hair. We're silent, but there is no need for words. We've finally made the commitment that will last a lifetime. The ceremony speaks for itself. In the distance I see something move. It looks like the mist that feels the night-time forest could come to life, like a scene right out of the lore. I wonder how much of the lore tells the truth. I've heard so many stories and up until tonight I thought they were just that.

  For a moment before I fall asleep I wonder what my new life will bring, but I brush aside the anxiety. Whatever my new path may throw at me I know I'll be strong enough to handle it, as long as I have Weston at my side.

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  Dark Lust

  by

  Molly Ellis

  ASTER Cross lived in a world where supernatural beings lived undetected among humans. They were separated only by a thin veil of ignorance. After fleeing his home in Texas where ignorance was the least of his concern, he came to live in New York City where his kind seemed to flourish in an underworld of sorts.

  It was the anniversary of Emily’s death and Aster lit the seventh candle in her memory. He would sit and watch it burn slowly to oblivion and remind himself just how dangerous his curse was. Aster loved Emily dearly and her death carved a wound in his heart that did not seem to want to heal. It was also seven years since he fled his home in Texas when Emily’s parents became suspicious of him. He was the only one with her the night she died. She died in his bed as a matter of fact and her father was almost certain that he was responsible.

  Emily knew the risks she was taking when she decided to be with Aster but she believed that their love was strong enough to prevent him from going too far. Aster returned her love because she was the only person that seemed to truly understand him. The fact that he was not human and survived by feasting on life force did not deter her in the slightest from pursuing him.

  Emily loved the idea of fulfilling his every fantasy and sharing her force with him. She especially liked his method of extraction. The ropes and chains added an element of danger and excitement that made every heated encounter she shared with him explosive. She was comfortable enough with her sexuality to try things that would otherwise be frowned upon.

  Emily’s death shook the community that she and Aster lived in. It was how she died that took everyone by the surprise. She was strangled and the killer had done something horrific to her face that made her look as though she had aged a century before dying. Aster had never taken a life before but he knew the possibility was very real. He had seen images of what a victim of his curse would look like and when he woke that fateful morning to find his girlfriend sharing the same ghastly appearance, Aster was convinced that he was the culprit.

  His mind was a wasteland when it came to remembering what exactly happened on the night she died. It started off as one of the most satisfying nights he ever had. Emily had enticed him with the idea of bringing another woman into their world. She wanted to see him feed on another woman while he made love to her. Aster did not know anything about the woman she presented to him as a gift. She had only been talking about the idea for a few weeks and although he was reluctant at first, he finally agreed to try it.

  Aster would have done anything that Emily asked but he was afraid that her human heart would have eventually become crowded with jealousy if he gave in. Even though she was the one suggesting it, he was still wary of this. Emily surprised him that night. She delivered her gift complete with her wrist and ankles bound, kneeling on the bed. A black scarf obscured her face and all Aster was left to gaze upon was her supple, naturally, deep pink lips and bare tanned skin.

  The color of her hair matched the scarf covering her eyes. Her hair was so long that it veiled her dark nipples. Emily had done well to find a woman that he would enjoy almost as much as he enjoyed her.

  Emily watched him devour the flesh she brought for him and pleasured herself until it was her turn. The woman tasted like a drug and before he knew what hit him, he was totally under the intoxicating effects. Aster tied them both together and filled them at intervals, replenishing his strength ever so often with a kiss. Emily’s arms were bound around the other woman’s neck and her knees rested near her hips.

  Aster fastened a rope around her neck and held on as though it was a bridle. He rode her until her inner walls started to pump his shaft. He transferred her moisture to the gift below her and then returned the new blend back to her opening. That night, Aster felt as though he had gone to heaven.

  After she recovered, his gift left so that he could properly thank Emily for what she had done. He never got the chance to look at the woman but her scent was one he would never forget. Emily and Aster made love again, but sweetly this time, without the harshness and savagery. Aster was so satisfied he slipped into unconsciousness and that was the last thing he remembered.

  Aster could not explain what happened because he did not know. He did not have a clue as to the identity of the woman she brought him as a gift and without her word to support his claim, his alibi was useless. Emily’s father was quick to blame him because he despised him and the life he had roped his daughter into.

  Aster felt as though he did not have a choice but to leave. He feared that her father would eventually convince the police that he was responsible and he would be arrested. Aster spent the last seven years trying to remember the details of the night without luck.

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  ALBEIT as grieved as he was about Emily’s death, his curse did not afford him the opportunity to mourn in solitude like a human. He still had to feed himself in order to survive
each day without her and in New York City his nightly fix was just a discreet phone call away. Aster wasn’t the prowling type like some of the creatures like him which thrived in the city.