Wandering through the woods, Dana hears birds, smells the flowers, and hasn’t a care in the world, when out of nowhere, thunderous noise explodes around her. In an instant, Dana’s peaceful stroll is turned upside down by the appearance of savage wolves.
Terrified, and being sensible, she runs. But nothing will keep the monsters at her heels from having what they want, and what they want is Dana. Snarling, snapping, and roaring quickly gives way to a desperate fight for dominance...and for Dana.
The beautiful half-man creatures captivate her, dominate her, and take her back to their den where she must meet the Alpha’s approval if she has any hope of survival.
WARNING: this 9000 word, sizzling erotic story features rough domination, a feral ménage, a terrible curse, and an alpha wolf so lusty and powerful that nothing will stop him from getting what he needs.
Behind me, whatever was stroking my back let out a shuddering, rumbling groan.
“You have done well, children.” The voice was so deep that I wasn’t sure if I’d really heard it or not. “I’m proud, my sons.”
That meant he’d been right beside me the whole time. Absolutely silent.
I turned to face whatever lurked in the shadows and when I did, a pearly, terrifying grin stretched across the monster’s lips. “You’ve come to me,” he said, curling his claws against the prickled skin of my belly. “You’ve come home.”
“H – home?” My lips were trembling so badly I could hardly speak. His eyes flashed red and I had to look upwards to see him as he stood two heads, maybe three taller than myself. “I don’t...know...” I gulped to try and calm myself. “I don’t know what you mean. What are you?”
“We are cursed. We are part-way between man and beast. You know us by a name we despise – werewolves.”
I tensed up from head to toe. “But...but no, werewolves aren’t real, they’re just storybook things. Monsters from fairytales.”
A pair of fingers grabbed my hand, squeezing so hard it hurt. “Ow!” I cried out. “You’re hurting!”
“Does this feel...like a fairytale?”
The elder beast’s cock was thick, hot, and soft under my hand. Lined with the same fur that was on the rest of him, it had a strange slickness to it. Without thinking about it, I closed my fingers around him and rubbed.
“She gives away her own eagerness,” he said, chuckling. “You are not ready for me, though. I’ll make you one of us, but not before my sons prepare you.”