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Authors: Ashlee Alexander
Ravished By The Wolf (Alpha-Male, Succubus Erotica)
Ravished By The Wolf
By Ashlee Alexander
Copyright © 2012 Ashlee Alexander
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Published by I Love Stacy
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This book is a work of fiction. All names,
characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination,
or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or
dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
~ Chapter One ~
After our deer hunt, Clive and Stuart
shifted into their human forms and dressed. They each kissed me on the forehead
before leaving, which I found endearing. I was on the floor, on a soft
sheepskin rug, wrapped in Gerard’s arms, while a fire crackled, giving off a
golden light. The wolves had shared me, and I had found the encounter
surprisingly pleasurable, but I had so many questions.
I’d only met Gerard yesterday, when
he had walked into the diner where I worked. He’d arrived with two other men on
motorcycles, their magnetic, testosterone laden energy had left me buzzing.
Being a succubus, I had already taken far too much energy from the customers
and the employees. I sensed that there was something different about him right
from the start. When he had touched my hand, as I was taking the dishes away, I
had felt a jolt.
Being the supernatural creature that
I was, it was difficult for me to be around people, because I siphoned energy
from them without their knowledge or consent. I hated this affliction; it was the
family curse, my mother’s suffering had been acute, and a warning of what my
future might look like, if I wasn’t careful. My first sexual encounter had
ended with the death of my partner, and the trauma of that night haunted me to
this day. As a result, I kept to myself, preferring to isolate and roam the
woods at dusk for comfort and energy. I was able to feed off the life force of
deer and other animals, giving me some of what I needed to survive.
After my mother had left, I had been
forced to seek employment, and I worked at a local diner now, unintentionally
weakening those around me. I’d already resolved to find another job, perhaps
something that didn’t involve the general public. My mother had been a janitor
for years, cleaning office buildings in the middle of the night, thereby not
injuring anyone with her succubus tendencies. She had fought the affliction for
decades, sometimes giving in to the urges and draining men completely. It was
so easy to do…I couldn’t blame her for these relapses. It would be like telling
a lion he couldn’t eat meat anymore. Our bloodline had been cursed a long time
ago; my grandmother had also been afflicted. I’d never known my grandfather or
my father because these men had died at the hands of their lovers. The guilt of
the ages continued…the sadness and loss lingering.
I glanced at my wolf lover, who was
sleeping, and felt a surge of tender, yet conflicting emotions, which were
tempered by a fair amount of caution. He was a stranger after all. He had
followed me into the house of mirrors at the carnival, and we had engaged in a
lusty encounter. I hadn’t been with anyone in years, and the sex had been
incredible. Then he had taken me to this cabin and we had made love again,
although we had been joined by his pack, Stuart and Clive. For a girl who had
been starved for companionship and craving the closeness of a man, I had just satisfied
that need, and the aftereffects lingered pleasurably.
“There’s a lot going on in that
pretty head,” murmured Gerard. He glanced down at me with one eye open.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I wasn’t asleep. I gotta keep on my
toes where you’re concerned. I might wake up missing a finger or something.”
“Ouf! That’s so not true. I’ve never
eaten a human.”
“That don’t mean you’re not capable
of it.”
“You’re joking.”
His arm tightened around me. “What’s
wrong?”
I sighed. “Nothing.”
“That’s not true. Something’s bugging
you. I can feel it.”
I don’t want you to leave town, and if you go, take me with you.
“It’s just really nice to be with
someone. Since mom left, I’ve nobody to talk to. That’s all.”
“I understand what you’re sayin’, but
getting involved with a pack of wolves is probably not a good idea.”
I raised myself on his chest, feeling
the heat of him. “It’s the best idea yet. I don’t affect you in a bad way. The
same can’t be said of other people. I devastate them. They’re exhausted after
being near me. I hate doing that.”
“That’s a problem all right.”
“I should join the circus. What jobs
are there? I could sell food or something.”
“I’m not a part of Markus’s pack,
Catherine. I got the hell out a couple of years ago and I’m not going back.
I’ve no intension of getting sucked into that drama again. You wouldn’t believe
half the shit these wolves get into. Something’s always gotta be cleaned up.”
So he was leaving. I rested my
forehead on his chest. “How long will you be in town then?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where do you live anyway?”
“I got business interests here and
there, but I’m mainly in Florida.”
“What kind of business?”
“Motorcycle shops.”
“Oh.”
“I gotta check my email, actually.
I’ve probably got a hundred messages.”
“Is everyone who works for you a
wolf?”
“No. Just Clive and Stuart. Smaller
packs are easier to hide, especially in a big city. It’s in our nature to shift
and have a run, which is no easy feat in a populated area.”
“Yeah, I can see that. How did you
become a wolf?”
“My mother was a wolf, and so was
dad. I’m pure blood, which is rare. It makes me a natural alpha.”
“I remember now. It you’re bitten,
you become a wolf.”
“Yeah, that too, or if you eat a part
of a werewolf. Those animals are half-breeds, and they tend to be outcasts.
They’re weaker than the rest of the pack.”
“Is that what Steven is?”
“Yeah. He was an accident. He found
himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Casper ripped him up pretty good.
He shifted a week later. The poor guy’s got nothin’ better to do now than
follow the pack around. He’s their punching bag.”
“You’re like a bunch of wild animals.
Is anyone married?”
“We don’t get married. We…er…we live
strange lifestyles. Sometimes we don’t know who’s responsible for what baby. I
don’t think anybody’s had a kid in a while.” He groaned. “Shit. I know why I’ve
been summoned. Aw…goddammit.”
“What?”
“I just answered my own question. The
pack needs new blood and they want me to provide it.”
“What does that mean?”
“I gotta mate with the females.” He
scrambled to his knees suddenly, getting to his feet. A look of disgust brought
out the lines in his forehead, while he reached for a wineglass and poured a
splash of fluid from a bottle of red. He downed the contents in one gulp,
staring at the fire. “I shoulda fucking known. If I had any sense, I’d pack up
tonight and get the hell outta here. The problem is they’ll find me.”
The idea that he would have sex with
other women was unappealing, but it seemed to be the way the wolves behaved.
“Is it so bad? I mean, sleeping with the women?”
“I’m not doing it.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No…well, it would bond me with the
pack. I’d have to stay. I got enough to do with my business. I don’t need this
added shit. If I’d wanted to stay with the circus, I’d have done it. I like
living my own life, Catherine. I don’t want those assholes telling me what to
do.”
“Sounds like they won’t then.”
“Not if I can help it. At least I’ll
know what I’m getting myself into at the meeting tomorrow. They won’t be able
to spring any surprises on me. Thanks.”
I smiled at him, admiring his
physique. He was an extraordinary looking man, not an ounce of fat on him, and
the rest was sculpted muscle that ran from his ankles all the way up to his
shoulders. His face was partially covered in a shorn beard, giving him a dark,
sexy look. If that wasn’t bad enough, his eyes, which were vibrant blue and
hypnotizing, possessed an intensity that left me weak.
He seemed to sense my mood, his look
smoldering. “You want anything to eat?”
My gaze lowered to his manhood, which
was beginning to show signs of life. I’d been pleasured several times today; my
body was sore in naughty places. I’d been deprived of companionship and sex for
so long, and then, unexpectedly, I had experienced everything I’d missed in
only a few hours.
The edges of his lips lifted in a
smile. “I guess you do wanna eat something, don’t you?”
“I might as well take advantage of
you while you’re here. This chance might not come again.”
He placed the wineglass on the coffee
table and knelt before me. “You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever
seen.”
I hadn’t expected this flattery, and
it left me feeling slightly stunned. “Um…thanks.”
“You got a ton of weird energy
bouncing off of you, especially when you’re aroused. It feels really strong,
but there’s something else too.”
“What?”
“Something dangerous.”
“You’ve said that before.”
“I’m a cautious kinda guy. I don’t
usually get myself involved with stuff I don’t know about. I like to cover my
ass, you know what I mean?”
He’d lost me, but I nodded, hoping he
would explain what he meant. He touched my foot; the warmth of his hand was
mildly alarming. Werewolves ran hotter than humans, and this wolf was about to
catch on fire.
“All I do is fly, and I’ve only just
discovered it. I kinda suspected I could do it. I’ve had dreams over the years,
flying dreams.”
“That’s part of it. There’s somethin’
else too. You fascinate the hell outta me, but…”
“What?”
“You scare me too. Don’t go gettin’
too attached, okay? I’m recognizing that look in your eye. That’s a real
concern right now. You’ve been alone too long, but I’m not the answer to your
prayers, honey. If anything, I’d only cause you more trouble.” He drove fingers
through his hair. “You got that?”
“Fine.” He could have recited the
constitution for all I cared. I wasn’t interested in his attempt to push me
away emotionally, although I knew we didn’t have a future. What we did have was
right now, and I wanted him again. “Gerry?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
“I’m gonna do more than kiss you,
darlin’.”
I shivered all the way to my toes. “I
can’t wait.”
~ Chapter Two ~
He approached me on his hands and
knees. “Where you want me to kiss you?”
I pointed to my mouth. “Here.”
“And what pretty lips you have.” A lusty
glimmer shone in his eye.
“The better to kiss you with.”
“Show me your tongue.” I stuck it
out. “Pretty tongue.”
“The better to lick you with.”
“What other bags of tricks you got?”
I spread my legs slightly, giving him
a view of my pussy. “That’s my secret grotto.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “The better to
fuck me with.”
My arms snaked around his neck,
feeling the warmth of his skin. “I like this game, you big, bad wolf.” He
growled, the sound low and rumbling, with hints of the real animal, which was
always only a moment away from emerging.
Our eyes met, locking, as a vibrant,
zestful force surrounded us. I honed in on his lips, which looked so invitingly
plump I could eat them. The kiss was passionate and rousing, my fingers
threading through thick strands of hair. His arms went around me, dragging me
onto his lap. The sharp ends of his beard scratched me, but this was hardly a
deterrent. I sucked on his lip, producing a manly growl from him.
“My little she-devil.”
I giggled, clamping his waist with my
thighs, the strength in my limbs made him suck in a rush of air. “Jesus. You
could climb trees with those.”
“I am.”
His lips found my neck, kissing and
nibbling my skin, while I squirmed in his lap, feeling his cock beneath my
butt. He pushed me from him, my back landing on the soft sheepskin pelt.
Leaning over, he stared at me, his eyes flashing with a strange, incandescent
light. I’d seen that look before, and it signified wild, animal arousal.
His attention drifted to my boobs;
the twin mounds took up my entire chest, with tiny pink buds on each jiggling
peak. I reached for him, and he kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth. We
battled, fighting, teasing, and retreating, all the while my heated core throbbed
with anticipation; the wetness of my sex was evident on my inner thighs.
“God, you’re amazing, Catherine.”
“No, you are.”
He’d taken my boobs and pressed them
together, laving one nipple, then the other. “I’m hungry.”
“You can have anything you want.”
Little shivers swirled and pinged
inside of me, my tummy clenching. I was left wet and dripping; my nipples were
like hard candy and utterly sensitive now. His kisses continued to drift, leaving
damp spots. His destination was the juncture of my thighs, and I sighed
blissfully, feeling heated breath against me.
“Oh, yes.”
“You smell like sex.”
We had taken showers after our deer
hunt, but he had aroused me all over again just now, and I couldn’t help how my
body responded. “Sorry.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry about.” He
settled himself on the pelt, his arms sliding beneath my thighs, while his
eager gaze lingered on my sodden slit. “This looks good enough to eat.”
“So says the big, bad wolf.”
He groaned. “Yum.”
“Lucky me.”
The feeling was wet and hot, intimate
and intrusive, but I welcomed it, even if I was a little sore from earlier. He
pressed his tongue against my clit, provoking the nub to engorge. This left it
in an aggravated state, my body tensing with pleasure. Just when I thought I
couldn’t take the torture for another second, he slid into me, filling me with
heated wetness.
“Oh, Gerry…” My fingers drifted to
his scalp, where I grasped silky hair, encouraging him to continue. I lifted my
buttocks from the floor and into his mouth, which seemed to please him, because
he growled deep in his throat. “Oh, God…ooohhh…”
Thick fingers entered me, opening my
abused muscles bit by bit, but the discomfort drifted away in a haze of
arousal. My need for his attention outweighed these matters, and I thrust
myself into his face repeatedly. His beard chafed me. I’d feel like I’d
suffered from a case of rug burn in the morning, but I didn’t care. He seemed
more than happy to administer to me, alternating between sucking gently on the
lips of my labia and twirling his tongue over my clitoris. In combination, this
treatment nearly sent me over the edge.
“Oh, God, maybe we should do
something else.” I reached for him, wanting him inside of me. “Come here.”
“We’re a little impatient, aren’t
we?”
“Don’t tease.” I pouted with my lower
lip protruding.
He laughed, “What exactly do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
His grin was crooked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He was between my legs in the next
second, holding his cock, which he pointed at my opening. “I guess you’re
wanting this.”
“That would be a fine start.”
He snorted with laughter. “This is
grade A, full-blooded wolf meat, sweetheart.”
“I know it is.” I tried to grasp him,
but he moved slightly.
“Just hold your horses. I gotta get
myself wet first.”
“Your face is all wet.”
“That would be your fault.”
I squirmed beneath him, wanting to
feel his thickness stretching me wide. “Oh, please, Gerry.”
His attention was on where we would
soon be joined, and, as the fire crackled in the background, he began to run
the engorged tip of his cock against my womanhood, but never letting it enter
fully. I would have to endure the sensual torment even longer. Out of
frustration, I lifted my butt several times, feeling him slide deeper, but he
would withdraw just as abruptly. His aim was to saturate himself on my juices,
but he was also enjoying seeing me suffer in this naughty, stimulating way.
“Oh, come on…please!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned over me,
while I lifted my knees; anticipation had me buzzing, eager, and hot for him.
“How much of it do you want?”
“All of it.”
He kissed me, and I smelled myself on
him. “Here I come.”
“Oh, Gerry…”
The entire length drove deep with one
push, until he was seated to the root. I wrapped my legs around his butt,
locking my ankles, and lifting myself up to match him thrust for thrust. The
joining had intensified quickly, his breathing harsh and labored, while I clung
to him like a cat, extracting an immeasurable amount of satisfaction from the
contact. The heat of the fire, mixed with the humidity of summer, left our skin
damp with perspiration. The way his hips rolled, the fluidity of the movement
exacerbated my condition. He nudged my clit with each thrust.
“Oooohhh…” I flung my head against
the fur, mindless with pleasure. “You naughty wolf.”
He growled, sliding from me and
dragging me to him. “Get on your knees,” he rasped.
“Oh, my.”
I found myself on all fours, facing
the fire, while my animal lover prepared to ride me, the tip of his cock playing
around my entrance. I gasped, as he drove inwards, filling me with the
luxuriant girth of his instrument.
“Oh, man…Gerry. Fuck me fast!” Strong
hands gripped my hips, while he plundered a sodden path straight to my core. I
struggled to grasp the sheepskin. “Omigod! O-mi-god!”
“God, baby, I’m gettin’ so close. I
want you to come with me.”
“Oh, fuck, Gerry!” I usually required
more clitoral stimulation to achieve orgasm, but he had prepared me to such a
degree that the solid thrusting would propel me right over the edge. “Oh, God…oh,
God.”
The sound of skin slapping against
skin filled the cabin, while he hammered me to completion, the orgasm ripping
through my system, as a scream tore from my throat. I sounded like a wounded
animal, trapped, eviscerated, and on the edge of death. The orgasm, when it
hit, cresting at full force, was like a death. It released me completely from
all conscious thought, and I was one with the being inside of me, who grunted
his release, jetting silky tendrils of semen into my center. He collapsed onto
my back: hot, sticky, and satiated, while we descended from the summit, one
heartbeat at a time, one breath at a time.
He shifted, falling to the sheepskin,
drawing me into his arms. A wet kiss landed on my forehead. “Jesus, I’m
exhausted.”
“That was nice.”
“You succubus’s are insatiable.”
“Um-hum…” I closed my eyes…
In the morning, we showered together,
lathering and rinsing, hands seeking and exploring. He was extra attentive to
sensitive areas, making sure I was incredibly clean. I worked his cock with soap,
lathering him to bubbly goodness, but all I managed to do was arouse him. I
ended up on my knees, while water poured down my back, and ate him, sucking and
pleasuring my wolf. He leaned against the tile walls and moaned, while I worked
him until my jaws ached.
“Oh, baby…”
His balls hung wetly, and they also
received attention, my mouth sucking one sac and then the other, sometimes
whole. I massaged his tip, working him over and over, until his groans became
one long, lusty utterance. He grasped himself from my mouth, rubbing with
expert strokes, the tip preparing to burst. I waited for it, feeling several
heated dollops land on my face. The water washed the evidence away quickly, and
the only indication that we had been naughty was the exhausted, yet satisfied,
smile on my lover’s face.