Romance: In Love With A Beast (Paranormal BBW Panther Shifter Romance) (Shapeshifter Mystery Alpha Werebear Romance Short Stories) (44 page)

Manik let his lips wander from her mouth and nuzzled at the thick waves of hair that fell upon her shoulders, then explored with his mouth and his hands the many parts of her that he wanted to know: the swell and pout of her breasts, the beaded hardness of her nipples, and down to the part of her where she became a pear. He nuzzled the round parts of her flesh, tickling them with his nose--and all at once, he began to purr.

Yes--he
purred
. It was not a human imitating a purr; it was an actual feline purr, the purr of a cat, but much stronger, much deeper. It was surely the purr of a tiger. It rumbled into Lara with strong, deep fingers of vibration, like a quake of passion rolling into her body. "Oh my God," she gasped. "That's amazing."

"You're so beautifully round," he said, purring even as he spoke. "Tigers are meat-eaters, but you...you're like a round, ripe fruit. A fruit I've wanted to taste all evening. I want to know the sweetness of you. And I'm going to be inside you and fill you with me."

Lara trembled at Manik comparing her to a fruit. He was the most beautiful, exotic, and extraordinary of men, too good to be true because he was not truly human, and all the more wonderful because he was not. And he was the rarest of men, a man who craved not the lean fruit, but the succulent, round pear.

Manik stood up, presenting his maleness to her. Lara looked at it, branching out and curving down from between his legs, and wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She touched it, and a surging feeling in the shaft felt almost like a tiger's pounce. She ran her hand up and down its fantastic, thick length, and let her fingers grow slick with the nectar exuding from its tip. She reached behind its base and carefully teased the berries in his pouch. Manik let her get the feel of him, purring ever more deeply, until he took her hand in his and said, "Climb up onto the bed and let me taste you."

Without hesitation, Lara did as she asked and presented herself to him lying down as he had shown himself standing up. Manik climbed up after her, crawling up the bed like a tiger stalking in ambush, his eyes blazing green fire, purring carnally at her. He spread Lara's legs apart and crawled between them, bringing his head to the fruit he most desired. Nestled in the pear was the pink and glistening fruit of Lara's womanhood, which Manik began hungrily to lick.

Lara tossed her head from side to side on the black satin pillows and quivered on the comforter, letting the predator claim what he had caught. Her world became the sound of him purring, sending the vibrations of his predator's desire from the wetness between her thighs up into her core. She trembled inside as much as she did on the bed from the way he plundered her petals and licked inside her passage, and licked up from there to the fleshy bulb that was the center of her pleasure. Never was prey so ecstatic at being devoured as Lara was at the tender mercy of Manik's mouth. Her breaths turned to rattling gasps from his licking and sucking and purring. And the greatest rapture of all, she knew, still awaited her.

As if sensing that thought, Manik took her entire flower in a deep, sensuous, probing kiss. She cried out for joy, her back arching, her knees bending, giving herself into this sensation of pleasure beyond belief. He kissed her down there long and luxuriously, savoring every second of this shared delight. When at some length the wave of euphoria subsided, Manik slowly, reluctantly moved his mouth from Lara's opening and started to kiss his way up the pear of her middle, back up to her breasts to tease the pearl-hard nipples with his tongue, and at last settled the lean, hard, beauteously sculpted perfection of his body on top of her. Overtaken with wonder at the press of that incredible physique against her softness, at the way he pinned his captured prey onto the black satin beneath them, Lara licked her lips just before he took them in a kiss to match the one he had given her below, and she braced herself for what she wanted most of all--and which he did not hesitate to give her. There was a feeling of her innermost being expanding to accept him, even as her inner walls did likewise at the long, smooth, sure stroke of his entrance. Lara gasped in mid-kiss with the head-spinning feeling of Manik moving his length and hardness deep inside her, penetrating her for the first time.

Manik pinned her wrists to the pillows with his hands and drove his crotch against her mound, sending his throbbing length as far into Lara as it would go, making her put her head back against the pillows, open her mouth wide and release the pleasure that was almost more than she could bear as a long, passionate howl. He lay atop her, responding to the sounds of her incomprehensible joy by enveloping her gaping mouth with his own and feeding her his eager tongue. Ecstatic to be so helpless, so powerless, against a tiger's desire, Lara let his mouth muffle her outcry, while her entire consciousness focused on the beating of his erection in and out of her, the slapping of his hairy crotch against her entrance, and the mix of her slippery wetness with his the woody rigor of his shaft. Her tunnel expanded inside and her womanhood flooded with moisture as she received him. He slipped into her again and again, thrusting ferociously, relentlessly, capturing her as surely as if she were something he had stalked and leapt upon in the jungle. Lara wished that she could pry her hands free and clutch at the tight firmness of his buttocks, which she was sure must feel almost as exquisite as what he was pumping within her. For want of grasping his urgently heaving rear and feeling it rise and fall with each delicious stroke of his erection, she instead tightened her thighs around his hips and savored his beats that way. And still his mouth slid against hers, and still his tongue penetrated her there, rolling voraciously in time to his thrusts down below.

All at once he tore his mouth from hers, raised his head into the air, and gave a sound that was the roar of both man and beast. Lara knew that his moment was hitting. Keeping her pinned beneath him, he rammed himself all the way in her once more and held himself there. His wet, white seed burst forth at the opening of Lara's womb, pouring wave and wave of man-tiger juice into her depths. He pressed himself against her opening, relaxed only for a second, and pressed again and again and again, ensuring that she received every last drop of what he was giving. Lara loosened her legs and let her body go limp under Manik. She was at the point of weeping from pleasure. Kissing her ravenously, he grunted, "Did you come? Did you get it? Did you come?"

She half-sobbed, "Almost. It was close."

"Not good enough," he said in a sated, rasping voice. The feeling of him sliding all the way out of her almost made Lara want to weep out loud--until he climbed back down below and gave his tongue to her tender bud once again. Manik licked at it with a steady rhythm that brought her back to the precipice where he had taken her while was lay on top of her. The swirling of his tongue did the job it was intended. Lara felt as though she were flying up through the top of a forest canopy into an endless blue sky of bliss. She arched her back and pushed herself into his face, wailing for joy. He French-kissed her womanhood one last time before she collapsed back onto the bed and he rested there with his face between her thighs. The tiger's hunt was thus complete.

After a time, he climbed back up rest his head with hers on the pillows and take her in his arms. No words passed between them, only smiles and lingering kisses. Lara traced the lines of the stripes on his arms and shoulders with her fingertips and he smiled a feline smile at her. "You like my stripes, then."

"I like all of you," she answered with a sigh.

He drew her into yet another kiss and sucked hungrily at her lips. "Good," he said. "You're going to keep having all of me. I'm going to do it to you again tonight. And again and again and again..." And to emphasize that he had caught her and meant to have her to their mutual content, Manik put Lara on her back and climbed onto her and nestled between her thighs once again.

Shutting her eyes and taking in the amazing feeling of Manik entering her once more, Lara wondered at the odds of such a thing happening. What in all the world were the chances of her finding a predator and a carnivore...with a taste for pears?

WEREWOLF HUNTERS

Books 1-3

By Passion Books

Erotic Paranormal Werewolf Romance Stories

Werewolf Hunters

BOOK 1 : DESIRE

CHAPTER 1

Paige ran.

Her paws hit the grass as she felt the wind blow through her fur. Yes. She was free. Her head snapped to the left as she heard it. A pack of coyotes. No, she could take them but it would be too much work. She would find prey that was easy to catch. She bowed her head and pushed her four legs to move faster. Paige caught a small creature moving in the corner of her eye.

A white rabbit.

A growl escaped her as she lunged towards it. He was faster than most rabbits she had chased recently. He maneuvered away from her and ran for his hole. She pushed herself. Faster. The voice in her head commanded. She obliged as she lunged towards the rabbit.

Yes. Paige felt its fur in her mouth. She could hear its heart pounding in its chest. Paige took a deep breath but it wasn’t fear that she smelt, and it wasn’t coming from the rabbit in her mouth.

She dropped the creature from her mouth. It looked at her in shock for a fraction of a second before running away and making it to a hole.

Paige turned her attention to the scent she needed to track. Death. With her tail tucked between her legs she ran towards it.

It took her five minutes until the scent was so overpowering her eyes almost watered. She closed in on the smell and skidded to a stop as she saw the cause of it.

Seven zombies.

Shit. Paige was going to have to kill the undead. A snarl escaped her as several of the zombies turned their attention to her. They moved slowly, it took them almost ten seconds to turn their bodies and another three seconds to move one of their feet in her direction. Paige braced herself for the fight that was about to come.

******

Ben lowered the gun slightly as he watched the wolf ready herself.

“I thought she was part of this.” Markus didn’t turn away from the fight as he spoke.

“So did I.” Ben ran his hand over his face. He’d shaved this morning and already stubble was coming back. “But it looks like she wants to kill them as much as we do.” He winced as watched one of the zombies grab hold of her and bite. She let out a sad yelp of pain as she turned to bite the zombie. The zombie grabbed a hold of her neck and chomped down. Another zombie grabbed her stomach. The wolf let out another cry.

Ben felt his heart tighten. “I know I’m not supposed to feel bad for these things…” but her helpless yelp was what made him raise his gun. Ben fired three shots in quick secession. The last three zombies fall to the ground.

The wolf snapped her head in their direction. Her ears flattened. “Come on,” he motioned for Markus to walk with him. “We better show ourselves before she comes to find us.”

Paige snarled as the men made our way into her line of sight. In the light of the full moon Ben could just barely make out the sight of blood dripping down her neck and from her belly. His eyes shot to the ground as he dropped the gun. She hadn’t done anything wrong; in fact it looked to him like she had actually been trying to do something good. But he didn’t want to engage her.

He heard Markus’s gun drop to the ground and peeked up just enough to see her turn her back on them and walk away, refusing to use her left front paw. Once she was out of sight Markus picked his gun up and padded to where she had been. “She’s bleeding badly.”

Ben followed him to the pool of blood from where she’d been standing. “We should make sure she makes it home alright.”

Werewolves were monsters, but he wasn’t going to take the chance that some poor girl would pass out on the side walk down town.

*****

Tears rolled down Paige’s cheeks, mixing into her fur, as she ever so slowly made her way back to the small house she rented. Ouch. A whimper escaped her as she limped along.
Almost there. Just keep it together Paige. You’ve got this, you’re almost home
. She was tired. All she wanted as to sleep.

Paige turned down onto her street. There it was, at the end of the block. So close yet so far away. Another whimper escaped her as she stepped forward. Damn zombies. That was the second time this week and she was beginning to realize what a pain in the ass they were. And on top of that there had been hunters. Human hunters. Zombies she could kill, and maybe the occasional rabbit or stray cat if the wolf side really wanted to, but people? No. I couldn’t do that. Fuck. She was so close. Her vision went blurry as she stumbled forward. Paige’s paws hit grass. Her grass.

She stumbled forward, her face hitting the ground.

“Shit.” The voice was male. I could hear two sets of feet running towards me. “Do you think this is her place?”

“It reeks of wolf.” She heard one of them try to open her door as another one touched her. She flinched and mustered enough energy to bare her teeth. The man covered her jaw with his hand just like she was nothing but a pup.

“Hurry up and pick the lock. She’s about to pass out and I don’t want to have to carry a naked girl around.”

Naked girl? Where are they taking me?
Paige’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to struggle free. She knew her nails connected with his flesh when he let out a curse. His fingers tightened around her snout. She struggled to fight them off but she could feel herself getting drowsy. Paige could feel sleep coming.
No. Fight Paige, you have to fight.

Chapter 2

Paige’s eyes snapped open. She could feel the softness of a bed around her. No, it was her bed. It smelt like her bed, in her house.