Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (6 page)

She ran at
him, fists flying and feet kicking to hurt him as hard as she could. Sean pulled
her down to the floor and pressed himself on top of her, holding her wrists down
on the wooden floorboards.

“Let me
go!” She twisted and turned, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Red.
Red.
” His powerful arms fought well
against her struggle. “Listen to me. I was protecting our union.”

“Whose?
Yours and mine or yours and hers?” She writhed underneath his chest. And was
that his cock pressed hard against her thigh? The gall of him to be aroused at
a time like this.

“Carmen
threatened to tell your parents and everyone else about us if I didn’t have sex
with her.”

“What? You
had sex with her, too?”

“No.” Sean
took a deep breath and released one of her wrists to brush the hair out of her
eyes. Amy swatted his hand away. He snared her hand, both of her wrists once
again pinned beside her head. “I came up with a way to keep her quiet without
having sex with her.”

“Let me
go.” She yanked her arms to get her wrists free, but he was too strong.

“Listen to
me. I made her pass out.”

Amy peered
into his desperate eyes, at her aunt’s limp body, and remembered passing out by
his tongue the previous night. Yeah. That would be one way to do it. The image
of what she had just witnessed taunted her. His face between her aunt’s legs. A
stone lodged in her throat. Her vision blurred.

Sean said,
“I know you’re hurting. Talk to me.” Sean’s deep voice rumbled through her
body.

The words
poured out of her, biting, cutting up her love. “Lies. All of your kisses and
words and....” She struggled to breathe. “They were lies. How many others are
there? How many naïve human girls have you been visiting and flirting with and
using that damned snout of yours to—” She couldn’t finish. Her throat
choked too much.

“Red, you
know there’s no one but you.” He kissed her forehead. She looked away. “No
secrets. Even if I
did
want to hide
something from you, you know I’m as good a liar as Vincent is a lover.”

She
remembered the ridiculous fiasco of the blacksmith’s son spilling his seed all
over her hand.

He added,
“Not that I have first-hand knowledge of how good a lover he is.”

Hearing
that last part, she couldn’t help but crack a small smile. But the pain of
Sean’s infidelity slammed back into her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut
against the tears. She wanted to believe him, and she should believe him
because he was right. He
was
a
horrible liar. There was no tongue rolling, now. He was being truthful.

“Now what?”
She turned her face to brush it dry against her shoulder. “Is this how it will
always be? We hide from everyone? We get blackmailed into doing things we don’t
want to do? You want me to bend over and raise my skirt to every gent who
threatens to expose our secret?”

Sean
glanced away. As the image seemed to sink in to his thoughts, he relaxed his
hold on her. She rubbed her free wrists, waiting for him to say something.
Anything. His silence answered all her questions. It was over.

“Get off of
me,” she said quietly, and pushed against him.

Without a
word, he rolled onto his side.

She sat up,
a rock in her gut. She could never have a happy relationship with a lycan. Her
tears tasted salty against her lips.

“My parents
were right.” She stood, straightened her skirts and went out the door.

***

Sean
watched her go, a chasm emptying his chest. Her parents
were
right. A relationship between a human and lycan had no chance
of ending well. Keeping secret their relationship from everyone would just lead
to tears and broken promises. The best thing for Red was to end it now.

He lost the
strength to swallow, the pain inside became too hard to bear. But why did he
still feel a fire within? A fire for her? Craving bubbled. Need filled that
chasm in his chest.

Fur and fangs!
Red’s scent still lingered, sweet and
pungent. When he had her on the floor, he’d smelled the wetness that remained
between her thighs from their passion in the forest. The aroma of her moist
cleft had been so strong, it was all he could do to prevent himself from thrusting
into her right there on her aunt’s wooden floor. His member now throbbed,
seeking release.

He
listened, but didn’t hear the clip of her boots returning to him.

Regret
washed over him. If only he had waited for Red to arrive before agreeing to
Carmen’s blackmail. If only there were no way for Carmen or anyone to ever
blackmail them into performing repugnant acts. Then nothing could stop him from
being with Red. But it was too late.

Sean
gritted his teeth. Memories flooded him. All their times together. The best
times of his life. His nostrils flared. “No,” he whispered. He scanned the
floor as his mind worked to find a solution. He fisted his hand. “No,” he said
louder.

At once he
realized what to do. He shoved off the floor and hustled out of the cottage to
hunt down Red.

***

Amy swiped
the tears from her cheeks as she strode through the woods. The birds taunted
noisily.

“Red,” a
voice called from behind her.

She turned
in time to see Sean’s human form pounce at her, cradling her head as the two of
them fell onto the leaves. The crash to the ground jarred her less than the
surprise of it.

“Sean! What
in the blazing skies?” Her heart pounded faster than she had ever known.

“You are
mine,” he growled. He reached under her cloak and squeezed her breasts through
her bodice.

“Let go of
me.” Amy fought against his grip, but couldn’t overcome him.

“You love
me.” His hands kneaded into her flesh sparking unwanted flames at her core.

“Let go,”
she screeched.

“You don’t
deny it. You love me.”

“Sean.
Get off of me.
” She bucked against his
hard body. Sparks flooded her.

“You don’t
deny it.” He growled and ripped open her red bodice. Her breasts shook under
her chemise. “You are mine. No one else can have you. And no one can prevent
our love.” He mashed his mouth on hers, hard. She turned her head, but his kiss
had stirred butterflies in her belly. And she couldn’t deny the moistness
between her legs.

“What are
you doing?” She felt him grinding his hardness against her thigh. She wanted to
see it. Hold it. Taste it. The thought of Sean ramming that thing inside of her
made her breathe heavier. “I can’t.”

“You will.”
He returned his hands to her chemise and rubbed her nipples. “Today is the day
you and I couple.”

Amy
squirmed, struggling to get from underneath him. Her nipples flushed taut. “No,
Sean. It’s over.”

It didn’t
matter that she wanted him. She had to show how angry she was by his
infidelity. Besides, they could never be truly together. Blackmail and secrets
had destroyed their relationship before it barely began.

The fingernails
on his hand grew into a sharp claw and pierced the fabric of her shirt. Amy
screamed as Sean tore apart the white chemise and ripped it off her chest.

“Sean, no!
My parents will know. People will find out about us.”
And use us against each other.

He lifted
her up off the ground and pushed her backwards, pressing her shoulders against
a tree. “That’s right.
No secrets
.”

Amy’s heart
battered in her chest as she watched this man with claws for hands come at her,
hunger in his eyes. With one claw, he yanked off the cable at her waist. With
his other claw, he shredded the remaining cloak until it dripped off her and
rippled onto the dirt in a heap of rags. The metal plate dropped with a thud.

She
shivered.
No secrets. If everyone knows
about our relationship, we won’t have to worry about hiding it. And no one can
blackmail Sean, again.

The tree
bark dug into her bare back. Sean’s eyes were wild, taking their fill of her
bare breasts. She trembled, still unsure of how much he could control the wolf
inside.

“Get on
your knees.”

Her blood
coursed through her with anticipation. “Why?”

He closed
his eyes and inhaled deeply. “I know that scent. You’re wet. But I’m dry. Let’s
make this as painless as possible.”

Is he really going to enter me?
The thought of it made her dizzy.
Isn’t the relationship over? If we can’t
succeed at hiding it from everyone, then yes. The relationship is over. His
answer: No secrets. Why didn’t I think of it before?
Sean had used my rule to find a possible way for us to be together.

His claws
returned to their human form. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gently
pushed downward. She resisted.
If I give
any hint that I’m willing to believe the relationship might work, he’ll think
I’m no longer angry. I can’t allow that. Not yet.

He gnashed
his teeth. “You – belong – to me.” As he pressed down again on her
shoulders, she opposed his push and stood firm. His snout shot from his face
and he roared, “Get on your knees.”

Fear
gripped her heart and squeezed.
That
face. Like the wolf by the river. Ready to rip me apart.

The teeth
receded. Sean’s face turned back to normal. He looked concerned. “You do trust
me, don’t you Red?”

She told
herself,
there’s no one I trust more.
She dropped to her knees, giving in to her heart, and looked up at him.

“Open it,”
he said.

Her heart
raced. She unbuttoned his trousers.

“Take it
out.”

Her clit
tingled. She reached in and felt a hard, hot pole of flesh. Wrapping her hand
around the pulsating thing, she noticed its length was longer than the size of
her fist could hold.
Thunderballs! How is
that thing going to fit inside me?
She gently tugged it out, and gasped.
Soon he would fill her with all that length.

“Put it in
your mouth.”

Her arousal
was getting to be too much. She yearned to touch her nipples, to rub her clit.
She couldn’t. To do so would be to admit that she was no longer upset with him.
That she wanted him. That she loved him.

He grabbed
her by the hair and snarled, “Put it in your mouth.”

She put the
tip to her lips. Smooth. So warm.

“Make it
wet with your tongue.”

She tasted
the tip of his shaft. Salty.
What will it
feel like, having him push inside of me?
Her core dripped at the thought.
She moved her head forward, gliding her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Sean
inhaled through clenched teeth. Amy stopped.
Is he in pain?

“Keep
going,” he urged.

He’s not in pain. He’s in ecstasy.
Because of me.
Her cleft
prickled, buzzed. She stifled a moan by returned to the task, engulfing his
cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge at his head.

“Go
deeper.”

Amy wanted
to. She wanted to lavish Sean with all she had, make him go mad with lust for
more of her, suck him deep until he exploded down her throat, filling her mouth
with his essence. But she knew that revealing her passion for him was the same
as saying she forgave him. She had to keep her body’s craving for him a secret.
True, she wanted no secrets in their relationship, but she still wasn’t even
sure if there was going to be any relationship.

“
Deeper
.” With his fist holding her hair,
he pushed the back of her head down his cock until her nose mashed against the
pubic hair peeking out of his trousers. The sensation of his full length filling
her throat made her gag. She coughed. His luscious, musky scent hit her. He
howled in pleasure and released her head.

She backed
off of his cock, gasping for breath. A strand of her saliva hung from the tip.
Sean franticly stroked himself as he fixed his eyes upon Red. She gaped at him,
watching this man she grew up with, solid and strong, yanking his long, hard
cock.
Because of me. He wants me, and
only me
.

She slapped
his hand away and engulfed him as far as she could take him down her throat.
She twirled her tongue along the underside, sides, and top. Her nipples begged
to be touched. She reached up and squeezed her breasts, rolled the nipples
between her fingers. Satisfying sparks of bliss shot through her body.

Sean
grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head against the tree. “No. Not
yet. Not until I say it’s okay.”

She
whimpered. He guided his cock back to her mouth. She licked long licks from the
base to the tip, making sure every part of his gorgeous length was wet. A
thrill brewed inside of her as she sensed him watching her. What a show she
must be giving him: Seeing her slurp him up, her breasts raised by the way he
held her wrists above her head. Her arms were getting tired from being held
high. She let his cock fall from her mouth. “Please, Sean.” She wanted to add
“I need you,” but didn’t, couldn’t. Not yet.