A Wolf and His Fawn (MF)

Myths of the Mapiwa Tribe 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 34,749
2 Ratings (3.5)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, HEA]
When Sarah Fawn learns of her husband’s long-time affair with another woman, she surrenders to the impulse to leave her entire life behind. She packs her things and drives away, but her plans are thwarted when her car runs out of gas on a lonely stretch of road in the center of Deer Lake Reservation, a large expanse of wilderness inhabited by an ancient Native American tribe called the Mapiwa.
Eyota Catori is one of the few among the Mapiwa to possess the blood of a werewolf. His animal instincts roar to the surface the instant he finds Sarah in the forest, and it quickly dawns on him that she is his true mate. But when he learns that Sarah suffers from a disease that she has tried to ignore for the past three years, he fears that he may lose her. And when the secret of his half-wolf nature begins to slip loose, he can only hope that she’ll be brave enough to surrender her heart into his keeping.
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A Wolf and His Fawn (MF)
2 Ratings (3.5)

A Wolf and His Fawn (MF)

Myths of the Mapiwa Tribe 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 34,749
2 Ratings (3.5)
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“What are you doing driving alone through this wilderness? It’s dangerous, little one. Imagine if a car had passed you, and the driver had cruel intentions. Look at how small you are. You would have been completely powerless to defend yourself.”

“I know,” she whispered. She looked back down into her lap. “But there wasn’t any other choice.”

From the tone of her voice, Eyota knew not to push the issue further. He frowned in thought, trying in vain to untangle the web of mystery surrounding her.

“Here,” he said gently. He slid the bowl of fruit toward her. “Eat something, little one.”

Fawn looked down at the bowl and then placed a hand on her stomach. “I don’t know if I should. I’m not well.”

“I know you’ve probably lost your appetite, but please try to eat something. You won’t regain any of your strength unless you eat. If you feel better by the end of the day, I will have you try some meat.”

Fawn nodded and reluctantly withdrew a slice of apple from the bowl. She nibbled on it slowly, chewing and swallowing with great effort.

“Do you know where the nearest town is, so that I can get gas for my car?” Fawn asked in between bites of the apple.

“The next town is four hours away by car,” Eyota answered. “You’re in the middle of Deer Lake Reservation, which is untouched wilderness, for the most part. The Mapiwa tribe lives on this land. My people.”

“Oh,” Fawn said, panic flashing in her eyes. “Do you have any gas that I could use? I promise to pay for it.”

Eyota nodded. “I do have a few canisters of gasoline, but this talk is for later. You’re in no condition to drive. Rest here with me for a few more days before setting off to wherever it is you’re going.”

Fawn swallowed the last bit of apple and looked at him sadly. “But I can’t. I can’t stay.”

“Why?” he asked. “Do I frighten you, little one?”

Fawn stared at him silently for a moment before shaking her head. “No, it’s not that. I just can’t—”

She stopped short and grimaced in pain, curling over in her chair and placing her hand against her stomach.

Eyota rose to his feet and quickly closed the distance between them. “What is it, Fawn?” He bent down on his haunches until they were at eye level. “Are you hurting?”

She nodded frantically, but wasn’t able to get out a word. Her face had gone ashen, and her body was trembling from the severity of the pain. Eyota swept her hair away from her face and looked at her apprehensively.

“Please, little one,” he urged. “Tell me what I can do to help you.”

“The sink,” she cried out. “I need to go to the sink.”

Eyota helped her get to her feet and then half-carried her over to the kitchen sink, supporting her weight as she bent over and vomited.

He turned on the faucet when she was through, waiting patiently as she splashed the cool water against her face and rinsed her mouth. When she was finished, Eyota gathered her in his arms and carried her back into the bedroom.

He sat on the bed and cradled her against his chest, stroking his fingers through her soft red hair as she panted for breath. He wasn’t sure if she wanted him to hold her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Her health was failing, and he was overcome by a primal impulse to provide comfort and protection.

“Can I put my hand on your stomach?” he asked quietly as her breathing became more regular.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He reached down and lifted the hem of her dress to her waist, and then slid his hand beneath and rested it on her bare stomach.

He tensed as he was inundated by an unsettling intuition of grave illness in her body. He shook his head to dispel the feeling, but he was unsuccessful. Her skin was hot to the touch, and he delicately rubbed her stomach back and forth, hoping to ease the pain however little he could.

“What sickness plagues you?” he asked. “This isn’t a passing ailment.”

Fawn shook her head. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered.

“How long has this been happening?”

“A long time,” she answered. “It started over two years ago, but it never used to be this bad. I could still manage, back then. But now it’s getting worse and worse.” She stopped, struggling to catch her breath.

“Why haven’t you pursued treatment?” he asked. “Don’t you want to get better?”

Fawn turned her face away, but not before Eyota saw the tears in her eyes.

“Little one,” he said gently, still stroking his fingers lightly over her stomach. “Please. Let me help you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion, and shook her head. “I’m just a stranger.”

“No. You’re not.”

She furrowed her brow. “I don’t understand. I don’t know you.”

Eyota stared down at her, at her milky white face that stood in such sharp contrast to his darker skin. He was restless with an incomprehensible need to help her, and he wouldn’t let himself accept the logic that she wasn’t his to protect.

“I don’t understand either,” he finally said, “but I recognize you.”

She shook her head before resting her face back against his chest, but said nothing.

Eyota’s hold on her tightened. “You’re no stranger.”




“You taste like honey,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction, as he pulled his face away. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her engorged clit, watching as her hips spasmed violently. “And you’re so sensitive to my touch.”

“Eyota,” Sarah cried, panting for breath. She bent her legs at the knees and spread them as wide as they would go. “P-please. I’m hurting for you.”

“Don’t worry, little one,” Eyota said as he lay back down on top of her. “I’ll get rid of the ache for you.”

She shot out her hands and dug her fingernails into his shoulders when she felt the head of his cock brush against her pussy. She was so desperate for relief that her eyes filled with tears. She needed him, craved him with more ferocity than she thought was possible.

“I need to go slow, little one,” Eyota said. “You’re so small. I don’t know if you can take all of my length without pain.”

She sobbed with relief when he finally penetrated her. Her inner walls clamped down greedily on the head of his cock, desperate for more, but he continued his slow advance, pressing his way inside her as gently as he could.

“Am I hurting you, Fawn?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“N-no,” Sarah said frantically. “Please, I want all of you. I want you as deep as you can go.” She paused and looked up at him, her breath hitching in her throat. “I want to feel like I’m part of you.”

With a low growl, Eyota thrust his hips forward until his cock was buried all the way inside her. Sarah clawed at his shoulders as her body tried to accommodate the invasion. Her channel was stretched tight and her hypersensitive nerve endings were tingling with a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You are a part of me, Fawn,” Eyota rasped. “You’ll always be a part of me.”

She closed her eyes and felt herself drift away on waves of sharp ecstasy as he began thrusting slowly in and out of her pussy. Every plunge was deep and exquisite, and the pleasure was so great that it almost felt suffocating.

It didn’t take long before Eyota could no longer maintain the torturously slow rhythm. He pumped his hips into hers faster, still taking pains to ensure that he wasn’t being too rough. He was growling with pleasure, holding on her to her so tightly that Sarah felt completely consumed, completely possessed.

She could feel the pressure build up in her lower belly, feel the heat spiral out of control. Her thoughts scattered and her vision blurred as the intense pleasure became central in her mind. There was nothing else—only the feeling of Eyota’s thick cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt.

“Eyota,” Sarah cried out, wrapping her legs around his lower back. She felt her body tense up, on the edge of something so thunderously beautiful that she was as scared as she was eager.

“Are you close, little one?” Eyota asked. He thrust his cock all the way inside her, so deep that he was hitting the mouth of her womb, and then reached down to rub her clit in tight, fast circles with the pad of his thumb.

“Come for me, Fawn,” Eyota said. “I want to feel your pussy quiver.”

Sarah screamed when the tight coil of pleasure burst and her pussy flooded with the powerful waves of her climax. Eyota held his cock still within her, and she sobbed in pleasure as her cunt squeezed down on his thick shaft with each extraordinarily powerful contraction. The muscles in her thighs trembled and her back arched at the onslaught of sensations—at the delicious, tingling warmth that spread itself all the way to her feet.

Sarah was lost—her mind suspended in a dreamlike haze of pleasure, passion, and relief. She was so limp, so sated, that it was several moments before she realized that Eyota was no longer holding himself still to let her climax. He was fucking her again, and his thrusts were fast and barely contained. She could feel how swollen his cock had become, could see how hard and rigid his body was as he came closer and closer to the edge. And Sarah wanted nothing more than to feel him fall over into the oblivion of his orgasm.

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