Authors: Ava Frost
“I promise if this goes well, I’ll bring you back to have whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She was the perfect height, unlike my former conquests, I didn’t have to bend down. Being this close to her ear, I could smell the perfume she had placed in the crook of her neck. I licked it. A salty combination of sweat and pheromones dispersed on my tongue and she, in returned, moaned. “Do that again, and I will take you in the back of this cab,” I said between my teeth as I opened the car door for her. Talking a little louder I said, “And I really don’t want to do that because you deserve a bed.”
Leaning forward, I pushed a one hundred dollar bill against the glass. “Hey, Buddy. 25 Stanley Ave, make it under 15 minutes and this entire bill is yours.” He didn’t have to be told twice, stepping on the gas pedal so fast we both lurched forward. My hands were on her again, under the guise of protecting her from hitting the glass of course. My fingers were strumming the inside of her thigh but she wasn’t stopping me. I could smell her arousal. God bless that taxi driver, he did what I asked and I threw the bill at him while scoping Veronica up into my arms.
There was that gasp again. “What?” I asked, walking up the stairs as fast as possible and yanking open my door.
“You’re carrying me,” She said.
“I’m aware. Does it bother you?” I asked, setting her down on my bed.
She shook her head no, causing her big curls to bounce around her face. “No. it was wonderful. I’ve never had that happen before.”
“Well, I’d be happy to do it anytime. You don’t weigh a thing.” She swatted my arm while unzipping her dress.
“You know I weigh a good bit more than a thing.”
But my response was caught in my throat. She was naked and I needed to be inside her. Thank who the hell ever that my mojo was back and agreeing with me as well. She unzipped my pants. “You’re wearing too much.”
“I agree,” I whispered and then she was hot, wet and sitting on me. Condoms were a very distant thought.
“Jesus,” I grunted. I couldn’t close my eyes. She was dark brown and her nipples were a shade darker, rounded and hard under my fingers, she was whimpering. The color clash was beautiful. I wasn’t pale, thanks to the glory of being able to stand in the sun. Together we looked like a match made in heaven. I can’t really describe it as anything else. She was riding me and I lifted my hips to meet her for every stroke. I could feel her clutching me, squeezing me tight and the way her tits were bouncing, both she and I were close to climaxing. Hugging her close, I rolled us, so she was on her back and me, on my knees, could go harder.
“Gregory,” the sound was like her fingers trailing down my spine. She said my name again and I exploded.
Through a haze I realized, I had shifted into a lion and the pretty naked woman under me was shocked to silence. I once asked my dad what he did when he first shifted and he told me he licked my mom until she came again. He joked, “It’s hard to be scared and bust a nut.” I didn’t think my girl would be into that so I willed myself to human. No one truly knows the forces that control when we shift or what magic calls to the animal in us, but I was proud when I transitioned back.
“Say something,” I said, collapsing beside her in the bed.
“That ain’t something you see every day.” I agreed and found myself telling her my story. How I was a shape shifter and everything she knew about the world wasn’t true. I ended with my life having no meaning because I had not found her.
“Veronica, you changed me. I can’t be my whole self without you.” I brought her hand to my chest to feel my heart beating. “Can’t you feel it? I can. Don’t tell me you don’t. We’re meant to be together.”
“Figures” she huffed, “I go looking for a rebound and I find true love.”
I laughed. “Don’t say it like that. Sarcasm makes it sound like I’m spouting bullshit. You know I’m not.”
“Ok,” she said, sitting up. Her hair was flat in the back and not at all in the cute style she had in the restaurant but she was beautiful. “If I'm honest, every girl wants to be swept off her feet and told she’s someone’s soul mate.” She pumped up the flatten hair on autopilot then looked into my eyes. “But how can I know this is forever?” To my dismay, she pulled the sheets back and climbed under, hiding from me. “I just met you.”
When I make up my mind about something, it’s a bit hard for me to give up. “So what? People meet people every day, that doesn’t change how much they mean to you. I’m a shape-shifter. You know that and my people know for a fact when they meet the one. I have never turned into a lion before. I am sure I had the capability but only you can turn me.” I climbed under the covers and pulled her to me, kissing her shoulder and running my hands along the folds of flesh on her waist. “I get it. You’re human and you guys are used to doing things so slow.” I emphasized slow and she giggled, it sounded like a small wind chime. “So if that’s what you need, I can do that for you V.” My hand palmed her butt, slowly moving forward. Her body was calling me. “I’ve lived 300 years without you, I can easily do that time to woo you.” She pushed her butt back at me as if asking for more. Who would I be if I didn’t comply? Spooning, we talked in between thrusts. “I love you Veronica and you don’t have to say it back now, one day you will.” She moaned in agreement and pushed back harder. The covers fell away and there was only us, attached at the hip and conjoined at heart. Her head was laying on my arm and our hands were intertwined. “It may have happened a bit fast for you but it’s been almost a lifetime for me. Say you’ll give us a chance.” I kissed up the base of her neck, to whisper in her ear. “I will never hurt you. I’ll make love to you whenever you want.” I said with conviction. “And when we get married, you can brag to all your friends about my supernatural dick.” She smacked my thigh and laughed out loud.
“Ok! Ok. Fine. I’ll give this a try.” She sighed, coming apart with a small cry. It was tough to follow that act but I did and couldn’t help smiling. “That was all I wanted to hear.”
THE END
Twice the Wolf
Chapter 1
Erin watched in horror as the man closed in on the unsuspecting girl. She knew that the girl wasn’t going to make it out alive, but there was nothing she could do. Even if she could stop what was about to happen, she wouldn’t. As the man started to reach for the pretty young woman, he tripped over a brick at his feet and fell to the ground.
“Shit! Cut,” yelled Erin, “what the heck Cory? Do you know how to walk or is that a new thing for you? Jesus, do you think we have all night?”
“Sorry Miss O’Neil, maybe if I could get a raise?” Cory said.
He was joking, of course; he wasn’t getting paid a dime to help his best friend and roommate create her final for film school. None the less, he had to joke with her.
She didn’t see the humor in it, though. She was running out of time, and he wasn’t the actor she had wanted for the part.
“Sure, I will pay your rent and not kick your butt out in the cold,” she hissed at him.
He just laughed at her. She already had her rent paid thanks to a full-ride scholarship.
“Alright guys, let's call it a night,” she said with a dramatic sigh.
Nothing was going right, and she needed a stiff drink. She stood up and stretched her back. Her thick frame and ample bosom made sitting for any length of time a little bit difficult. It was a small price to pay for the ability to captivate a man just by donning a low-cut top and a tight pair of jeans. Her mother had always told her she was one of ‘those girls’ who could be a model for real women. Instead, Erin had decided to go into directing.
“Hey, you’re not mad are you?” Asked Cory as he ran up to her side. In the short time that she had spent putting away her gear, he had changed and was ready for a night on the town.
“No hon, I’m just tired and ready for this exam to be over,” she replied lovingly.
“So are you going to hit the town with me tonight?” Asked Cory.
She gave him a sideways glance and answered, “not a chance cowboy. You’ll have to take on the world by yourself.”
He laughed before he spoke, “Fine, but you better be ready for Friday. You promised!”
Erin rolled her eyes at her friend. She had committed to hosting a party the day after finals with her friend. She was pretty sure she could get out of it since she had been drunk at the time. However, it would break Cory's heart, and she couldn’t do that to him. Without waiting for a reply, he gave her a peck on the cheek and trotted off to the waiting car outside the door to the studio. More specifically, he ran to the dark skinned man waiting in the car.
As she watched him go, she had to envy him a little bit. Cory found love like she found problems. He was always finding someone who was handsome, mysterious, adventurous and filthy rich. She wanted that, just once in her life. She wanted to be swept off her feet and jetted off to Spain or France. It would happen; she told herself reassuringly as she walked to her car. The parking lot was dark and for the first time since she had started production, she felt uneasy. Like someone or something was watching her.
Erin quickened her pace as she heard rustling in the nearby bush. She cursed under her breath when she realized that her key was buried somewhere deep in her handbag.
“Excuse me,” said a voice behind her.
Erin jumped and yelped as she spun around. The man standing behind her was like something from a dream. He was tall, maybe six foot two and dark. His skin looked like a warm mocha latte. The stranger took her breath away with his black hair and penetrating eyes. For several moments, Erin stood looking at him, unable to speak. When he smiled, her desire almost overpowered her. Instead, she cleared her throat and spoke.
“Can I help you?” She stammered.
“I am so sorry, but my brother and I were driving, and we got into a bit of a fight. Is there any way I could use your phone? The jerk left me behind.” He said, his eyes telling the story along with his voice.
“Oh! Um, sure I guess so.” Said Erin, finally able to gather her thoughts, she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.
The man smiled at her, making her blush. Before he could call anyone, though, a jet black car squealed through the parking lot and came within inches of her and her car. The stranger dove in front of her protectively, blocking her body with his own rock hard frame. She forgot about the danger as she looked up into his eyes. Dark like his hair, they dripped passion. She wanted to kiss him, and she could feel his own desire for her pressing against her body. The offending car came to a halt and the moment was broken as the man turned to berate the driver.
“Just what the hell do you think you're doing Cal?” Demanded the man.
“Cal?” Asked Erin.
“I am so sorry,” the man let the words linger, waiting for a name.
“Oh! Erin! Erin O’Neil,” she replied.
The stranger smiled at her, “Erin. I am so sorry; this would be my jerk brother, Cal. My name is Oden, Oden Denmark. This may seem a little bit forward, but could I buy you dinner?”
Something about the stranger's name triggered a switch; she couldn’t pinpoint it as she replied, “absolutely.”
Moments later as Erin pulled away from the two brothers who were now deep into a heated argument, the trigger hit her. She had just given her phone number to the one and only Oden Denmark. The same man who co-owned one of Los Angeles largest production companies.
Chapter 2
Erin waited for two days for the call to come. On the morning of the third, she decided that Oden Denmark was like every other man, useless and a liar. She tossed her phone carelessly onto the passenger seat of her car as she drove through the gate of her production studio.
“Useless men,” she muttered under her breath to the man at the gate.
Glaring down at her phone, she parked her car and climbed out. Just as she did, it began to vibrate. Erin cursed her own heart for doing a flip when a number appeared that she didn’t recognize. I shouldn’t answer it, she thought, that will show him. She resisted for a few moments but finally caved.
“Hello,” she said.
“Erin?” Asked the voice on the other end.
“Yes, who’s this?” She replied coyly.
“It’s Cal, Cal Denmark, we met the other night,” he answered.
Cal? That was not who she had been expected, and it caught her off guard.
“Oh, okay,” she said, stunned.
He cleared his voice, “listen, I know this is out of the blue, but I just can’t stop thinking of you. My brother would flip if he knew I was calling you. Would you go out with me tonight?”
Erin was stunned; she didn’t know how to react to him. She thought of all the things she had planned on saying to Oden, but she hadn’t thought about telling Cal anything at all.
“Hello? Erin,” he asked when she didn’t reply.
“Oh! Right, I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything. Since you brother hasn’t called, I suppose he wasn’t interested anyways,” she said, a little hostility in her voice.
“I’m sure he will, he’s just a little slow at times, but I got here first right?” He said playfully.
She wasn’t taking the bait, though, “well honestly, it’s not the first one who calls, it’s the one I like right?”