Bent Over and Taken by the Werewolf (Werewolf Erotica)

Bent Over and Taken by the Werewolf

By Megan West

Copyright © 2014 by, Megan West

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Excerpt:

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But above all, no matter how much I wanted to please him, I had an unshakable fear of him. Afraid that at any moment he would toss me to the side like a ragdoll, press my face into the carpet with one hand and pull my ass up towards his huge cock with the other and fuck me like I was a used animal. I was his female to be fucked and bred.

But the more I suckled on the tip of his cock, the more I glided my sealed lips up and down his long shaft and tasted the sweetness of his juices, the more I didn’t care.

In truth, the thought of his hot sticky werewolf cum coating the deep insides of my womb drove me wild. My heart raced at the thought…

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BDSM Quickies Vol. 1 (Domination and Submission)

Jason’s Pet (Pet Play Erotica, Slave)

Darkness Tamed (Submissive Man)

Hotel Escort (BDSM, Blindfold)

The Sex Club (BDSM, Public Sex)

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Bent Over and Taken by the Werewolf

I remember the first time I saw him. As soon as he walked through the door I noticed his overpowering presence. The way he towered over my petite body and looked upon me with an intense stare.

“Clara, this is my brother Paul I told you about.” Mattie, my roommate, said.

“Yes of course, nice to meet you Paul.” I said with a smile, extending out my hand to his.

He tossed his canvas backpack to the ground before looking down at my hand and looking back up at me, confusion stricken across his face. It was as though he didn’t know what a handshake was. His demeanor was odd but I couldn’t help but notice how ruggedly good-looking he was.

He had Sandy blonde hair, a scruffy chin, and completely captivating greenish yellow eyes. Despite his alluringly handsome look I couldn’t shake the looming feeling of uncomfortableness he brought to the room.

“Nice to meet you.” He said timidly as he finally extended out his hand to shake mine.

I wondered why he was so… Weird. As soon as his skin touched mine I noticed the immense amount of heat that emanated from his touch. He felt like a heat rock.

“So where are you from Paul? What brings you
to Long Falls?” I said, trying to make small talk through the awkwardness.

M
y eyebrows arched in confusion. His gaze slowly traced up and down my body as he tugged his muscular arms out of his rustic brown jacket.

“He’s just visiting,” Mattie said with a smile, breakin
g the silence, “he comes here…What? A couple times a year to visit family.”

“That’s right.” He said, finally breaking his
fearsome stare on me and smiling at Mattie.

“How long will you be staying?” I asked.

“About a week.” A warm smile melted across his face. I had no idea what he was thinking then, but I know now that he was smiling at the thought of spending the whole time with me.

At the time I couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling
he gave me in my chest. He was very handsome, but the way he looked at me made me feel like I wasn’t a person. Like I was a piece of meat, or possibly even a piece of art for him to admire. I had never had a guy like that before. Not even my perverted ex-boyfriend Brian.

Brian and I broke up only a couple weeks before I had met Paul. Which is probably a good thing. Because if Brian, or any other man for that matter,
had gotten between Paul and I there would probably have been a murder in the quiet town of Long Falls. Of course I wouldn’t have done the murder, I was just some timid college girl. Paul, however, was a beast of a man. Well, I guess he wasn’t really a man after all.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?” He asked with a failed attempt of a calming smile. His eyes pierced into mine. His gaze was as if he was making eye contact, not just with me, but something deeper.

“Clara…” I said with my voice catching in my throat. He was starting to make me noticeably uncomfortable and nervous.

“Right…well I’m going to take him out for pizza. Maybe we’ll catch up with you later tonight for a movie or something?” Mattie said, obviously trying to break the ice
and part company politely.

I watched as Paul looked at her confused
, as though he had already told her he wasn’t hungry.

“Are you ready?” Mattie asked
, nodding towards the door.

“Yea sure,” he said as he grabbed his jacket to put it on again.

“It was very nice meeting you Clara.” He said smiling at me before turning around and walking out the door. Just before they closed the door behind them I saw him sneak another glance at me.

As soon as the door shut
I let loose a deep sigh. A large weight was lifted off my shoulders and I instantly felt more at ease without him in the room. He was polite, very good-looking, but there was something about him that rattled my nerves. Like he would have grabbed me up at any moment and ran me into the woods where he would do God knows what to my poor helpless self.

I shook my head and shrugged it off.

He’s probably just an awkward guy.

Later that night, thankfully, we didn’t get together and watch a movie. Which, on the other hand, might have been a good thing to ease the awkwardness between Paul and
I. I had woken up around 3 o’clock in the morning to get a glass of water.

I had a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night due to bad dreams. Sometimes I didn’t mind it though, I am a bit of a night owl. Nighttime is always quiet and peaceful.

As soon as I walked in the kitchen I found Paul sitting at the kitchen table with a giant plate of turkey legs left over from Thanksgiving. I stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, my heart jumped as soon as I saw him at the table.

He quickly looked up at me, swallowing his last bite of turkey. It was then that I noticed for the first time is canine teeth. They weren’t so large and pointed that I would’ve been immediately alarmed. But they were definitely noticeable.

He certainly is an awkward guy.
I thought to myself as I coyly walked into the kitchen. I was reluctant at first but I knew it would have looked weird if I turned around and walked away as soon as I saw him.

I walked
to the cupboard and grabbed a glass. The whole time I was watching him out of the corner of my eye. I could feel his stare burn into my back as I moved around the kitchen. I felt like I was in a cage with a lion. Finally, I turned around and tried to break the awkward silence.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked
before taking a sip of water. I closed my eyes for a brief moment enjoying the feeling of water cooling my parched throat.

“No, hungry.” He said as he glanced down at his giant plate of f
ood. I gave him a smile and set my glass on the counter, eager to leave.

“Well, eat up.
Me and Mattie won’t eat it.”

I made my way
out of the kitchen, still feeling his burning glare on my back. I had to turn around and speak with him one last time before rounding the corner of the kitchen. As soon as I looked back I saw him sneaking a glance at my ass.

His eyes quickly darted up to mine when he realized I had turned around. I watched as he licked his lips, unsure if he was licking them from his giant plate of turkey or if he was thinking about something else.

My body shuddered at the thought.

The next day I met with my good friend Stacy
at the local coffee shop.

“
He’s weird. Like, really weird” I said as I took a sip of my hot chocolate.

“Well, what do you expect? Mattie isn’t exactly normal either. Maybe it runs
in the family.” Stacy said with a shrug.

“Last night I walked in on him getting a giant plate of food. I mean, he’s a big guy, but it was a huge amount of food.” My mouth dropped open as I recalled how much food was actually on the plate.

“You said he looks at you funny?”

“Yes! Like he’s ready to eat me. Cook me and I’ll be right on top of
the turkey.” I said with a slight chuckle.

“The creeper. Well at least he’s only there for a week.” Stacy said.

“True.”

She took another sip of coffee for setting it down with a surprised look on her face.

“What is it?” I asked, bracing myself for what crazy idea she had.

“Maybe he’s…” A huge grin slowly formed on her face. “Maybe he’s a werewolf.”

“A what?!” I asked, trying to stifle a laugh bubbling up from my chest.

“Yea, a werewolf. You know Long Falls has had urban myths of werewolves for years.” She said, obviously enjoying the fairytale she was trying to convince me of.

“Yea, totally a werewolf.” I said laughing.

“They say
they live in the dense woods just outside of town. Once or twice a year the males come into town to find a human…
mate.
”

I raise
d my eyebrows in suspicion before laughing.

“They did say he comes to town once or twice a year to visit family.”

“To visit family?” Stacy asked, turning her head slightly with a smirk as if she were skeptical. “Have you even met any of Mattie’s family? Does she even have family in Long Falls?”

“No I haven’t met any of her family. But I’m sure she does… Right?” I asked, realizing for the first time that I actually hadn’t met Mattie’s parents before.

“They come to town several times a year for breeding.”

I can contain
ed my laughter. The whole thought was just ludicrous.

“Laugh all you want. But if he is, they apparently have some kind of ‘spell’ or magical hypnotism they can put over their chosen mate.”

“A spell?”

“Yea, something about their scent.” She said before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Like a really good cologne?” I asked busting out laughing.

“Yea! Exactly. Except it’s a natural scent.” Stacy said with laughter. “
Well, you did say he was good-looking. Right?”

“Oh yea, he’s good-looking. But that doesn’
t really matter since he’s so… unsettling”

“I say go for it. Who wouldn’t want to do a hunky guy like
him. Especially in a small college town that’s as dead as Long Falls on Christmas break.”

“You do realize you’re suggesting I have sex…with a werewolf person, right?” I said with laughter.

Stacy left and waved her hand through the air as if to wave the idea aside.

“It’s only legends. It’s not like that shit’s real.” She said laughing.

We finished our coffee and enjoyed making numerous werewolf jokes. If only I knew at the time the reality of the so-called ‘legends’.

**

I stayed out with Stacy for several hours before heading home. As I pulled up to the apartment I realized Mattie was still at work. I let out a deep sigh, frustrated I was going to have to be with Paul alone.

“It’s not a big deal, just go to your room.” I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the car and made my way to the door.

I walked inside, tossed my purse on the kitchen table, and made my way to the hallway. My heart lurched in my chest when the bathroom door suddenly swung open and Paul stepped out. A skimpy white towel wrapped tightly around his waist, nestled just below his rock hard abs.

I stood at the end of the hallway, my nerves jittering as I studied Paul’s every move. My eyes fixated on his strong chest as he
walked forward, his abs tensed with each step. His cock teasingly swayed under the small cloth wrapped around his waist. He looked at me hungrily. His nostril briefly twitched as he took in my scent.

I felt butterflies flow down my stomach; I wanted to run, to bolt out the door, but something kept me cemented in place. His eyes were cold, a pale yellow. A shiver drove up my spine as his yellow gaze traveled up and down my petite body. He stepped closer, making me feel frail in his presence as he towered over me.

His hand slowly reached forward. I looked at him with terror-stricken eyes, my lip quivering in fear as I noticed the growing bulge underneath his towel.

I knew then exactly what he had in mind.

A gust of wind filled my lungs as he grabbed my shoulder in his iron grip. The muscles in his forearms twisted and knotted as his grasp tightened. A slight whimper of pain passed my lips.

Run! Push him away and get out of there!

“Don’t.” I barely managed to let out in a whisper.

His grip instantly loosened, giving way to a feathery touch. My skin warmed under his
hand and a shiver of tingles flowed down the back of my legs. Darkness filled my vision as my eyes fluttered closed. A sudden pressing weight of relaxation, unlike anything I had ever felt before, fell over me.

I opened
my eyes to see Paul staring at me with a faint smile.

“You’re my mate.” He said in a warm tone that washed over me like hot water. As soon as I heard him say ‘mate’ my heart jolted in my chest and my knees fluttered in weakness. My body began to wobble and I reached forward to grab onto Paul for balance. My hand smacked against his chest while my other found a hold on his hip, he stood unmoving like a large oak tree looming above me.

“Fuck….I feel weird.” I breathed.

Reaching up, he tucked a lock of my black hair behind my ear before his fingertips trailed along my jaw line, gripping my chin and forcing me to look up towards his yellow eyes.

He said nothing, only stared at me with his piercing gaze. I stared back, unable to break eye contact. A jolt shook my body as my heart lurched in my chest; his musky scent passing through my nose. My fingers clenched and scraped along his skin as a weightless buoyancy enveloped me. I felt completely drunk, intoxicated and hypnotized by his presence.

I reached up and draped my arm over his strong shoulder and gripped the back of his neck. My blood boiled with heat as I leaned forward and felt his stiffening cock poke against my thigh, the thin fabric of the towel and my jeans separating the touch of our skin.