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Free Story: On A Full Moon

Apr 11, 2011 Filed under: free story, paranormal, werewolf Tags: erotic romance, erotica, free story, paranormal, paranormal romance, shapeshifter, werewolf

“Damn it!” Samantha tripped over a branch and cursed for the millionth time that night. What on earth had possessed her to go for a walk so close to dark, and how the hell was she going to find her way out of these woods?

An owl hooted and something rustled in the trees behind her. Sam spun around, her hand coming unconsciously to cover her pounding heart. She couldn’t see anything. The narrow beam from her tiny flashlight illuminated only a few feet of the path in front of her. The moon was full but under the dense tree cover, little of its light shone through.

Somehow she’d made a wrong turn, but now she was so lost she would be damned lucky to get out before dawn. She had no clue what trail she was on, but she kept walking, too restless to stop and too scared to dare try to sleep.

Several hundreds yards ahead, the path opened into a clearing. Moonlight shone through the opening in the trees making it appear almost bright there. As Sam got closer, she realized the clearing was occupied. A large black wolf stood right in its center.

It turned toward her, and Sam ducked behind a tree. Her heart hammered in her chest, and sweat slid down her back. She held her breath, not daring to move. But the wolf had heard her. He stared in her direction, a low growl emanated from him mouth. He lowered his nose to the ground and sniffed.

Sam’s lungs burned; she needed air. She wanted to run but stood frozen to the ground. Her fingers dug into the bark of the tree until she felt it rip her skin.

The wolf raised his head and looked right at her. His eyes were the color of the sky on the most perfect of spring days, yet they penetrated her as if he could see straight through the tree and into her heart.

He began to walk toward her.

She tried to get a grip a solid grip on the bark. Could she climb the tree? Could wolves climb trees? Why didn’t she know the answer to that?

She shouldn’t run. Shouldn’t show her fear. But her heart threatened to explode, and she could no longer hold her breath in her burning lungs. It rushed out and then shot back inside in short, harsh pants.

The wolf was so close now she could reach out and touch him if she so dared. The taunting glimmer in his strangely blue eyes told her that he was no big dog wanting to be petted.

Then he lifted his snout and howled. Shivers ran through Sam’s body. And so did a stab of . . . lust? She could only assume it was a reaction to the adrenaline coursing through her body.

Light flashed. It seemed to surround the wolf before dissipating. The wolf raised up on his hind legs. They began to lengthen. His front feet grew into arms. His snout shortened. It all happened too fast for Sam to register the entirety of the change. Within seconds, a man stood in front of her.

A sinfully gorgeous, naked man whose thick, hard cock reached almost to his navel. He stood well over six feet and his muscles were long, lean, and clearly defined just as the wolf’s had been. Closely-cropped black hair stood out on his head like he’d already been rolling around on the ground taking the pleasure his body was intent on. His eyes hadn’t changed. They were still the same shade of sky blue.

Sam wondered if she were dreaming. Had she fallen and knocked her head? Had she fallen asleep as she walked? If she were, she didn’t want to wake up. Not if this man intended to act on the lust blazing in his eyes. He took a step toward her.

She was hyperventilating, but she couldn’t slow her breathing and she couldn’t move. While running from a wild animal was not the best course of action, running from a strange, naked man whose eyes clearly showed the lascivious thoughts in his mind was the only sane thing to do. But this man was also a wild animal. And Sam wasn’t sane. Her body craved him like he was made of chocolate. Hot cream slid from her body, dampening her panties.

The man stepped so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was rich and smooth. Sam’s knees weakened. She nodded in agreement but she didn’t move. This had to be a dream. If is wasn’t a dream she’d be running for her life, not staring at his full lips and wondering when he was going to kiss her.

“The change plays hell on our hormones. When I’m back in human form, all I want is a rough, hard fuck.”

Sam tensed and stopped breathing altogether. She’d grown so wet her panties and jeans were soaked.

“I’m going to count to five. If you’re still here when I’m done, I’ll assume you’re going to give me what I want.”

Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out besides a squeak.

“One.” Sam looked up into the man’s eyes. The blue had darkened and she either saw or imagined a leap of blue flame. She couldn’t look away.

“Two.” He stepped even closer. If she could remember how to breath, her chest would brush his as she did so. “Three.” He leaned forward and braced his hands on the tree, trapping her between his arms. “Four. Five.”

His mouth crushed hers as his body pinned her against the tree. Sam arched against him, desperately needing pressure on her clit. She rubbed herself against the hard length of his erection while his tongue and teeth savaged her mouth.

He pulled back. She moaned and opened her eyes. His face looked pained. He took another step back. “Take off your clothes, or I’m going to rip them off.”

Dear God, he was barely under control. A jolt of need rocked Sam’s body at the thought. She’d always wanted a lover who would take her with no restraint.

“Now.” The word came out as a growl.

Sam gripped the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it off in one motion. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed down off her legs, kicking them off along with her shoes. She reached for the clasp of her bra just as the man’s control broke.

He gripped the waistband of her satin panties and ripped them in half. As he tossed them to the ground, he picked up her T-shirt and spread in on the ground like a small blanket. “Get down on your hands and knees.”

She obeyed instantly.

He dropped to the ground behind her and grasped her hips, pulling them so high she was forced to drop to her elbows. She felt the tip of his cock brush across her lips, sliding through her wetness until he could rub it against her clit. She moaned. “Please.”

He gave a low laugh. “I think you’re as hot as I am. And you haven’t even Changed.” She pressed back against him, desperate to feel him inside her.

He groaned. “Get ready.” She sucked in her breath as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pulled her hips back as he thrust, fully seating himself in her. She gasped. Damn he was big. The fullness was almost pain, but her body adjusted quickly. Already she wanted him to move. She whined and tried to move her hips. But he held her against him. “I’ll do the fucking.”

She whimpered. She’d dreamed of a man controlling her like this. She loved it, but still her hips fought his hands. Her need to be fucked overran her need to be dominated.

He started to move, but his pace was too slow. She struggled again. “Please. I need it.”

He wrapped her braid around on of his wrists, jerking her head back. “You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.”

She tried to hold it in, but another whimper escaped.

He pushed on the small of her back until she dropped her chest to the ground.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

She groaned and wiggled until one of her hands could slip beneath her. She let her nails rake her belly before her hand reached her swollen clit. She made a v with her fingers and pressed down just as he surged back into her body. The intensity of the pleasure sent a wave of dizziness through her.

He increased his rhythm as she worked herself, finally giving her the hard fuck he’d promised. He thrust so deep and hard his balls slapped against the lips of her pussy at the end of each stroke, sending jolt of sensation to her clit which felt ready to burst. She hovered on the edge of orgasm.

He reached underneath her, circled her wrist with his hand, and pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not ready for you to come.”

“Please.” She fought him, trying to free her arm. But he held it tight and grasped her other wrist as well, pinning her to the ground as his whole body lay over hers. He fucked her relentlessly. Little cries escaped her lips with every punctuating thrust. Once again, her clit tightened, getting ready to explode. Then he pulled out.

She tried to protest, but she couldn’t catch her breath to speak. He flipped her to her back and pinned her wrists above her head with his hands. Her thighs fell open as his cock to her opening once again. But he stopped there, the tip of his cock barely brushing her. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes. The man’s gaze pinned her as surely as his hands had a moment before. “I want you looking at me when you come.” He thrust into her. Her hips bucked up and she struggled, fighting to feel every inch of him, fighting to get pressure on her clit as his pelvic bone slammed down against hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, determined to hold him inside her. This time, he was going to let her come.

Her climax rose like a wave through her body. She was so close. She prayed he wouldn’t stop. He thrust deep and stayed inside, grinding his pelvis against her. Her body tensed. Her breathing stopped. She feared her heart had stopped too. Then pleasure beyond any she’d felt before pulsed out from her clit, wracking her entire body.

He pulled back, but her body gripped him tightly and pulled him back in with contraction after contraction of her pelvic muscles. He growled, low and long. Then he convulsed against her with a shout.

For many long minutes, they lay still. Sam enjoyed the firm weight of him on top of her as she floated in a world of pure sensation.

When he stirred, she expected to feel embarrassment, even horror at what she’d done, but the feelings didn’t come. All she felt was intense satisfaction. She didn’t even care whether she’d really seen him change from a wolf into a man or how that could be.

When he pulled out of her body and sat up, she reached for his arm. His eyes looked down into hers. “Will you be here again on the next full moon.”

He smiled. “Yes, I will. And so will you.”

For more wolfy goodness, check out Savage Wolf or my Wolf Caller series.

Free Story: Trapped

Jan 5, 2011 Filed under: erotica, free story, paranormal Tags: erotica, free story, paranormal romance, vampire

Enjoy this free story set in the world of  Stranger Than Fiction and Revision, my upcoming vampire novella……

“Trapped” by Silvia Violet

Shit! The alley was a dead end. The concrete block wall in front of her didn’t look like it would provide any handholds to help her climb. Before she had a chance to find out, the vampire caught her, slamming her up against the wall with his hard body. He captured each of her wrists and stretched her arms over her head.

His thick erection pressed against her ass, and she wanted him despite the anger and fear racing through her body.

He inhaled deep and his body shuddered against hers. “I do love a good chase.”

He was drinking in her fear and her need, feeding on them as he would her blood. She should be terrified, she was wet as hell.

“I didn’t kill those women,” his voice was a seductive purr.

Her heat hammered against her chest. “I can’t be sure of that.”

“The hell you can’t.”

She fought his hold though she knew she couldn’t break it. Panic rose as she realized she was well and truly trapped.

His breath caught, and he froze. “Stop fighting me.”

“Let me go.”

“Never.”

He pressed against her mental shields. She put all her energy into keeping him out, reinforcing her shields until they were thicker than the wall she lay against.

He growled. “I don’t want to hurt you. But my control could snap any second.”

“I don’t want you in my mind.”

“What about in your body?”

She pushed back against him and rubbed herself against his cock. As she’d hoped, his need distracted him. She slipped her hands free and spun, aiming a kick at his balls.

He caught her leg. She looked up and the power of his eyes froze her. He burst through her shields, but rather than raid her thoughts he opened his mind to her. What she read there confirmed what she’d suspected all along, he was telling the truth.

Before he shut his thoughts away, she saw something else, images of exactly what he wanted to do to her. Her desire rose until she could hardly breathe.

“Now, do you believe I am innocent?”

“Never. But you’re not a murderer,” her words came out in a husky voice, belying the hunger she felt.

He chuckled. “Run now or those thoughts you saw will become reality.”

She should run, but she couldn’t make herself. He was fighting his need, fighting his body’s compulsion to take control of her mind and body, she had seconds before that control broke. But she’d wanted him from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.

“Too late.” He pulled her to him, crushing her mouth with his.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was all around her.

He slid his hands under her skirt and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them and kicked them away before she remembered they were in an alley on a city street.

“Here?”

“Can’t wait,” he growled, grinding his cock against her.

She shuddered, trying to fight her need. “We’ll be arrested.”

“No one will see us.”

“But-“

“I can cloak us.”

“But I didn’t think-“

His thumbs found her clit then, and she no longer cared who might see them. He slid two fingers inside her, and she bucked against him. Heat shimmered in the air as if his lust were so strong she could see it, feel it. Her nipples tightened as if he’d touched them.

She unbuttoned his pants unable to wait another second.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. With one stroke, he plunged deep, making her cry out.

She braced herself against the wall as he fucked, harder and harder with each stroke as if he were going to consume her body as well as her blood. His cock felt so damn good inside her like it was made just for her.

The rough surface of the wall scratched her back but she didn’t care, she was beyond registering anything but the orgasm building low in her belly, pressing against her, threatening to rip away all conscious thought.

His traced the side of her neck with his tongue. She tensed, but he didn’t give her time to be afraid. His fangs sank deep, and the pleasure/pain sent her over the edge. Her orgasm stretched on and on.

His mind connected with hers as he. He poured all his need into her. She bucked against him, desperate for all he could give.

She came a second time, and he went over with her, lapping at the wounds in her neck as he poured himself into her body.

When he released her, she sagged in his arms, incapable of moving.

He kissed her softly. “You’re delicious.”

His silky voice stirred desire deep in her, despite her exhaustion.

“Let me take you home. I can heal the scratches on your back. Then I’ll show you what I can do with more time and more comfortable surroundings.”

“There’s more?”

He smiled and her heart accelerated again. “Much, much more.”