Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (4 page)

"If
we give you our spirit power, can you guide us to that town over
that," I asked, my clawed finger pointing to the amalgamation of
strange towers in the horizon.

The
shaman looked at me with marginal disinterest. His eyes travelled
from my body down my arm to my finger before looking at where I was
pointing. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure," he barked in reply.

That
did it for me, I supposed I would wait until they were done with
whatever spiritual deeds they intended to accomplish before setting
off on a safer journey thanks to the native who would hopefully be
an experienced guide.

Other
titles by Annabel Bastione include:

Pack Pals in Gay Vampire Threesome: MM/m Paranormal
Erotica

The Pack Pals finally arrive in town, only to have a vampire
trailing them! Sensing the unfriendly presence, Stefan rushes to
confront him, only to find out that his father's held captive in
the ice palace across the tundra! A map is needed to get there, and
luckily, the vampire has one. The only problem? It's hidden deep
inside his ass! How far will the Pack Pals go to get it
out?
 

Pack Pals in Sucking the Yeti's Popsicle: Werewolf/Yeti
Threeway Erotica

The
pack pals now cross the frozen tundra... only to get caught in a
blistering snow storm! Cold and helpless despite being werewolves,
things seem very bleak, until they are saved by a white furry yeti.
Filled with gratitude to their paranormal savior, the pack pals
thank him with the only way they know how: a threesome, of
course!

Pack Pals in Gay Werewolf Bundle: An
Erotic Anthology of the Pack Pals Series!

This anthology comprises the first four stories of the Pack
Pals series! Join the protagonist and his werewolf pal Stefan as
they double team dryads, shamans, vampires and even a yeti while in
search of Stefan's werewolf father. Over 16000 words of hot
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Pack Pals in Frankenstein Monster
Menage: MMM Paranormal Monster Erotica

After
a treacherous journey across the tundra, the pack pals arrive at
the fortress that supposedly holds Louis captive. Employing
stealth, they wait til nightfall before infiltrating the castle
walls. But never in their wildest nightmares did they expect a
hulking Frankenstein on patrol! Will they be pounded by the undead
beast or will the pack pals be the ones doing the
'pounding'?

About
the Author:

Annabel Bastione has been immensely naughty ever since she
could remember, often having very elaborate fantasies/experiences
which fortunately for you readers, has largely been put to writing.
If she's not busy tapping her fingers on her keyboard, she's
probably clicking her mouse…

Her work can be found on Amazon,
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More
sizzling stories coming soon!

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Fangs of Desire

By

Brandy
Corvin

Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin

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*

He smiles at me from across
the countertop. The shitty live music drowning out everything else
in this dingy pub on the corner of 14th Avenue really gets me in
the mood for some ironic partying. I smile back, knowing better
than to approach him when I can't even hear myself think. The crowd
behind us goes wild as the band finally stops their noise,
replacing one unwelcome earfuck with another.

Serves me right for coming
to a new bar on a whim, I sigh as I straighten my figure hugging
dress. Looking around, I find everyone I see decked out in band
shirts and skinny Levis jeans. They all seem very underdressed to
be at a bar, but if everyone's like that, maybe I'm the one who's
overdressed to the party. I sigh again, feeling like the odd one
out here. Raising the fruity girl drink to my lips, I down the rest
of it, savoring its refreshing, complex taste that hinted of many
citrus undertones. Boy, that's a hell of a drink on a night like
this!

I look up, realizing that
up till now, he hasn't taken his eyes off me. Who is he exactly? I
don't know, but as I look back at his beautifully proportioned body
and his broad shoulders that fill the blazer draped over him, I
can't help but feel a spark of attraction.

"Miss?"

I turn back just in time to
see the bartender hand me another colorful drink. Luckily the rowdy
noise of the crowd behind me dies down so I can hear again, for
now.

"Your drink, as ordered by
the gentleman over there." he pointed. I didn't need to look to
know who it was."

"What's this called?" I
ask.

"A Bloody Mary, ma'am." the
bartender replies curtly before returning to wipe the glasses,
occasionally glancing up at the crowd with a slight hint of
irritation in his eyes.

Ah, well so much for going
home alone. I take a sip from the cup, relishing in its delicious
taste. A mishmash of vodka with traces of tomato juice certainly
helps to take the edge of things. From the corner of my eye, I see
that the seat his was in is now empty. A shadow looms across the
bar counter below the dim garish spotlights. It's slowly nearing
me. I prepare to smile, knowing what's going to happen
next.

I wait for him to strike up
a conversation, but -

"1 2 3 4!" the horrendous
band starts belting out another tone deaf number again.

Argh! Not only do they have
to annoy me but to ruin any chances of me getting laid tonight too?
I down the shot, intending to get out of this joint as soon as I
can.

"Come…" the man leans in to
whisper, sending a wave of harrying tingles shooting straight down
my spine. I take a deep breath, he smells deeply of aftershave
mixed with after office sweat. Like a man with a professional
career, I think. He seems like my kind of guy.

I watch him saunter slowly
out of the bar in long wide strides, as if he has all the time in
the world.

For too long I have
suffered under the ill conceived advances of many an unconfident,
awkward, bumbling fool. But now, I have a feeling the winds of
change are knocking on my door, taking me away from this boring
love life of mine.

Wonderful, just wonderful,
Jessica. I tell myself as I down the rest of the tantalizing
cocktail mix. The answer to my womanly desires is leaving, I better
follow.

Eager to leave a life of
less than spectacular one-night stands behind, I get up and quickly
exit the bar in search of my boy toy that also (hopefully) comes
with the bonus of mind blowing sex.

I find him outside with a
cigarette in his hand. He brings it to his mouth and takes a long
drag; the white end gets shorter as the burning embers advance
further down the stick. Puffing smoky but intricate patterns into
the frigid night air, I watch the ends of his pale lips curl into a
wide grin.

His compelling blue eyes,
the firm features and that chiseled jaw line pretty much does it
for me. What's a man as eligible as the one standing before me
doing in bar like that? Anyone would have reasonably assumed that
he already has a bevy of girls to fulfill his every need. Still,
I'm not going to reject good luck just because I don't feel like I
deserve it.

"You listened."

What? Oh, when he told me
to follow him, right.

"Yea, I guess I did." my
voice trails off, wondering whether I should introduce myself or
something.

"My name's Rick, Rick
Damien." holds out his hand.

Well, he's earned more than
enough points on his looks alone, but he continues to pleasantly
surprise me with his gentlemanly manners.

"I'm Jessica, Jessica
Parker." I reply, hoping that my lipstick didn't smudge so late
into the night.

He takes my hand and
promptly leans forward, planting a gentle kiss onto the back of it.
I shudder as jolts of pure ecstasy reverberate through my
body.

"Are you alright? You're
shivering." he asks with concern literally bleeding from his
voice.

"No, no. Um, I'm just kind of
cold." I mumble, hoping he bought my excuse. I don't know why but
his hand just feels so
cold
. Come to think of it, it kind of fits his similarly pale
appearance. I mean, I've seen many blonde hair blue eyed guys in my
life, but none of them are as fair as him.

He looks at me for a brief
moment before his eyes relent.

"Alright then," he replies.
Before I know it he's taken off his blazer and draped it over my
shoulders. I catch myself from swooning on the spot just in time.
Come on Jessica! I tell myself, don't be such a klutz
now.

His jacket feels as cold as his
hand, but I don't care, soon enough it warms me up. There is
something… off about him though, I think. I mean he's simply
too perfect
and really pale. But
I guess I've had a drink too many and am not thinking
straight.

"You okay? I mean, you look
really pale, I can bring you to the doctor or -"

"Nope, I'm fine." he
interrupts worriedly.

"Ohh… kay, I guess." Well,
despite how pale and cold he feels, he actually seems pretty
energetic so I guess it should be alright.

"Your place or mine?" I
smile, trying to break the increasingly awkward silence between us.
I mean, that's what we're both looking for, right?

That seductive smile of his
returns to me again. Even if it only disappeared for a minute or
two, I think I miss it already.

"I'll drive," he dodges the
question tersely and puts his arm around me. Since I can't even
walk straight now with that alcohol fueled buzz messing with my
head, I gratefully lean into his dark figure of a man so tall and
so sweet smelling.

* * * * *

His apartment is huge, or
maybe my depth perception just isn't working right anymore. Its
lush modern interior simply beckons me to lose myself in it. I have
to say that I'll be impressed even when I wake up sober
tomorrow.

I lie in his strong arms as
he carries me to the bedroom. I may be slightly tipsy, but I most
certainly am not drunk. And even if I were sober, I'd still do him
in a heartbeat.

He gently lays me down on
his luxuriant king-sized bed. The mattress supports me comfortably
as I bury my head in his soft fluffy pillows.

Watching him come out of
the bathroom with a wet towel, I bite my lip as I suppress the
slight annoyance building up inside of me. What's going on? Why
aren't you in bed with me already! Am I not attractive enough or
something?

"I'm willing to go all the
way…" I whisper as I pull his head in near to my mouth, caressing
the later half of my earlier sentence with my tongue.

"Jessica." he replies,
holding my hands while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hm? I want to have my fun
already! If he's going to talk me to sleep I'm definitely taking a
few points off his eligible score!

"Listen to me Jessica." he
shakes my hands to alertness.

"What!" I'm kind of annoyed
now.

"Before we do anything,
there's something I have to tell you."

"You have a small dick?" I
venture, blushing when I realize what I just blurted
out.

"No, I mean it's totally
alright if you… y'know… this isn't helping is it?" I continue,
feeling my cheeks burning up by the second.

He chortles in laughter at
my floundering ways, making me even more embarrassed.

"Ha, it's not that I feel
physically insecure or anything. Just listen." his tone suddenly
turns serious, a far cry from his jovial, sexy demeanor
earlier.

I tingle in anticipation as
he leans in to whisper to me, relishing in feeling his breath on my
ear.

"I'm actually a
vampire
." he says at last in all seriousness.

I guess I'm pretty drunk
after all. Did he just say he was a vampire? As in, those blood
sucking things that live forever?

"Yeah, right. And I'm a
fairy!" I snort, flailing my arms about pretending their wings.
Alright, I admit that I'm drunk and hearing things… because I’m
drunk.

"Jessica, I'm serious. I'm
a real vampire." he looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to
believe him.

Maybe he has his own
baggage. No big deal, I've been trying to undress his sexy, toned
body with my eyes the whole night. If that's what it takes to get
him to start fulfilling my desires then so be it.