ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (376 page)

“Mmm, the steak is delicious, isn’t it, Chris?” Valerie said tucking away her second rib steak. “And to think that I have two huge cocks waiting to take me to pleasure heaven for the rest of the weekend is just the top of the cream.”

She was sitting in between Chris and Colin, and they were all naked. Chris had taken a shower soon after coming back and had not bothered to put on any clothes since the weather was hot. Colin could smell the scent of Valerie's arousal beginning to fill the air as her eyes moved from his erection to Chris's, wondering how it would feel to play with both cocks. It was no wonder he loved voluptuous women like her; they seemed to have the sort of sex drive that he loved, that hungry sort of insatiable urge that not even the normal vampire had. He felt his dick hardening even more as the arousal within his veins heightened to places that he had not known existed.

“I wonder if you are going to be able to handle it, Valerie, because these are not the average types of cocks that a normal human being has,” Chris said, taking his hand down to his dick and beginning to stroke it up and down.

“We’ll see about that,” Valerie said, getting up and turning to look at Colin.

She went down on her knees and bent over him, lowering her head down to Colin's dick. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began sucking on it, licking off the precum that had formed on the tip. As she ran her mouth over every inch of the head, Colin watched as Chris moved behind her, getting on his knees. He parted her butt cheeks and then ran his tongue through her butt crack. Colin felt his balls burning as Chris eased a finger into Valerie's slit, pulling it out and replacing it with his cock. As Chris began fucking her, driving his manhood in and out of Valerie's pussy, Chris drove his finger into her butt hole, also beginning to finger fuck her just as she moaned onto Colin's dick. That was all that it took to send Colin over the Cliff, and he held Valerie's head firmly as his semen filled her mouth. He heard her moan while Chris grunted and the whole group climaxed gloriously.

The threesome collapsed onto the cool earth and silently stared into the bonfire, basking in their afterglow. Valerie brought her fingers up to her neck and felt a small wound. She looked at her fingers and noticed they had blood on them and looked at the two men beside her. She knew now the truth, their true identities. They really were vampires, which explained their massive dicks and wild animalistic fucking. She knew now she was marked, destined to be their mate, and surprisingly she felt okay. She thought about the immense pleasure she got from these two and smiled, knowing that there could be plenty more to come.

THE END

W

Western Promise

As soon as Janice stepped out from the train carriage she went about searching the bustling platform. In the unrelenting heat she scanned the sun ravaged faces, seeking the man she only knew from handwritten letters and black and white photographs.

With the crowd long gone and the steam locomotive departed, Janice sat alone watching every tick of the platform clock.

The ticks became deafening. Janice felt her dreams being eroded by the warm desert breeze. Standing from the bench she walked to the station manager’s office and knocked on the door.

The portly station manager answered the door. “Yes Ma’am?”

“This station is Springtown... California?”

“It better be, because we would need new signs if it wasn’t.”

“It is Fourth August, 1899, is it not?” Janice watched the Station manager glance over his shoulder towards the calendar. “Just, I’m expecting to meet a man here today.” She let out sigh of frustration. “As he hasn’t arrived.”

“What’s his name?”

“Jed Oxly.”

“Well it’s pure good fortune that I know a man by such a name.”

Janice voice screeched. “Great.” She felt like hugging the stranger, but just about kept her arms by her side. “You don’t know how worried I have been.”

“Jed is a damn fine card player... a bit of hustler, if I do say so myself.”

“Hustler?”

“He finds a way to win games, by hook or by crook. That’s all I’m saying.”

Janice glanced down the platform. “Does he live far?”

“No. Almost spitting distance.” The station master stepped out of the office. “Come with me. I’ll point you in the right direction.”

The Californian sun baked the red earth of the dirt street. With her parasol held above her head, Janice crossed the street towards a neat wooden house that sat between two partially constructed buildings. Her heels clipped along the wooden veranda before she stopped in front of the door. Her gloved hand rattled the door before she settled her nerves while waiting for a reply.

Janice couldn’t hide her shock when a petite brunette answered the door. “Good... Good afternoon.”

“How can I help you?”

              “I want to speak to Jed.”

The brunette stared at Janice with suspicion, her eyes scanning up and down. “Who are you?”

“Janice Cooper.”

“That’s your name... but how do you know my Jed?

The breeze blew Janice’s fringe across her face as she smiled.  “An old friend.” She then tucked her hair behind her ear. “I heard he was living here... and I wanted to say hi. I’m only passing by.”

“He’s here... I’ll go and get him.”

“Thank you.”

Whispers emitted from the front room before Jed poked his head around the door.  He then stepped over the threshold and slowly closed the door over behind him. “Janice... what are you doing here?”

“I was counting on you meeting me at the station... not very gentlemanly of you, letting a woman walk here unescorted.”

“I am engaged to be married.”

“What?”

“I said I’m engaged. I wrote you a letter weeks ago, explaining that I had found someone.”

“Well. I never got it.”

Jed folded his arms across his broad chest. “I wrote the address on the envelope perfect.”  He wryly smiled as he felt the back of his head. “Well, it’s quite a situation you find yourself in.”

“You’re lying.”

“Cross my heart... I’m not.”

“I have spent my life savings on coming out here.” As her anger gave way to sadness, Janice felt her heart begin to weep. “How could you? After everything you wrote in your letters.”

“Janice.” Jed glanced over his shoulder to make sure the door was closed, before turning back to face Janice. “What do you expect me to do? You seem to forget that you told me that you couldn’t make it.” His face appeared strained. “You know how that made me feel..?” He then leaned forcing Janice to take a step back. “I felt rejected.”

“I told you that when mamma is better, that I’d come.”

“The longer I waited the more I thought it was a God damn ruse.”

Janice stamped her boot into the ground. “You’re making a fool out of me, Jed.”

“You’re making a fool out of yourself.”

“Jed.”

Jed shook his head. “I’m sorry Janice. But Christy and I have started a life together. I’m sorry.” He then turned the door knob. “It’s time for you to go.”

“Jed.”

“Good day to you, Ma’am.”

“You can’t leave me out on the street.”

Jed pointed up the street. “There’s a hotel in front of the station. They’ll put you up for the night.”

“I haven’t got a penny to my name.”

“The mission. I’m sure they’ll give you a free bed.”

“I’m not a vagrant.”

Jed sighed while he slid his hand into his pocket. “Here...” He pulled out a dollar bill. “I hope that goes someway to saying sorry.”

“You can’t pay me off.”

“Take it and leave”

Janice took the money from Jed’s hand. “I don’t want your money... I just want you.”

“No, go... Go and start a new life... but it will have to be one without me.”

Janice turned to face away from the house. She took one step towards the gate before she erupted into tears. Holding her hand in front of her face, she scurried back to the street. Glancing in both directions, she searched for her luggage. “Where’s it gone?”  The reality then dawned on her. “No. It’s been stolen.”

~

With only shattered dreams for company, Janice wandered the streets of the mining town. Finding the sheriff office, she climbed the steps towards the door. But before she could reach the door, she had to throw herself to one side as two brawling men fell into the street.

Janice decided her luggage could wait.

Knowing that what little money she had left would be better spent on food and drink, she decided to spend the night at the Woman’s Mission rather than the hotel.  But before she walked to the mission she stepped into the post office to send a telegram home, requesting the funds to return home. However, she knew full well her parents did not have such money.

~

A small painted sign directed Janice down the narrow alleyway between the church and market. Street dogs rummaged in the upturned bins while others rested in the shade. Scared of dogs, their presence caused Janice to hurry towards the dilapidated mission house.

A smell of sweat and urine hung in the humid air as Janice nervously stepped inside to the cramp and dark dormitory of the women mission. Signing her name into a large leather bound book, she could only see its pages by candlelight.

Propped up on a bunk, a tired woman with sunken eyes breastfed a child while at the foot of her bed a second child crawled along the filth covered floor. 

Janice searched among the beds for unoccupied space. She heard a crunch beneath her boot. She felt her skin crawl and feared to look down as she knew full well it was roach.

Each flea ridden mattress was home to a woman who appeared to be waiting for nothing but death.

Standing beside an empty bed, Janice was unsure what to do next as the mattress was stained with sweat and damp.  For a moment Janice’s resolution wavered and she turned towards the door. But her tired limbs could not muster the strength to move.

Left with no choice, Janice curled up on the bed where she drowned in her sadness.

~

Janice woke in the darkness to a woman’s screams. Moonlight from the open door offered enough light for Janice to see the outline of a man dragging a woman from her bed. The cries of the children made Janice remember the breastfeeding woman and her babies.  Fearing for the woman’s safety, Janice shouted, “Let that woman go.”

Climbing from her bed, Janice felt a hand grab her wrist. Caught by the hand, she could not see the face that spoke with a voice whispery but wise.

“Let them be, my child.”

“Why? He is hurting her?”

“It’s the same thing, time and again.”

Janice tried to pull away, but the skeletal hand would not release her. “Then why does no one stop him?”

“He is her husband. It’s her role as a wife to be at his side.”

“But this man is an abuser. Clearly.”

“Believe me.” The voice rasped, “They’re as bad as each other.”

“Someone should still do something.”

“Father Joseph always intervenes. Afterwards the pair goes home full of promises” As the voice spoke, Janice felt the bony fingers tighten their grip. “Only for her to end up back here the week after... for the cycle to begin once again.”

“It’s the children I’m worried about.”

“What’s the alternative? They live on the streets..? Or in here? It’s wrong yes, but they’re better with the father. A broken home is better than not having a home at all.”

“I still have to try.”

“Your meddling will only make a bad situation worse.”

“Let go of me.” Janice broke from the woman’s grip. Through the darkness she ran across the room towards the warring pair.  “Take your hands off that woman.”

The large man ignored Janice as he slung his wife over his shoulder. In his free hand he carried his two children in a sack. Janice stood in front to block his path. “Put her down.”

“Get out of my way, woman.”

“Not until you let her go.”

The man’s breath was laced with scotch while the whimpers of his wife and children continued in darkness. “And what are you going to do?”

“Why does she deserve to be treated this way? In front of your children as well.”

“This is none of your business. Now move.”

“No.”

“I’m losing patience... you don’t want to see me angry.”

“Put them down.”

“Or... else?”

The room was filled with light as the priest stood beside the door holding a gas lamp. “What is going on here?”

Janice pointed to the brute. “This man... he’s an abuser. Deal with him, Father”

“He is not an abuser... just a husband missing him wife and children.” The priest stared at the man. “Aren’t you Eric?”

“I am, Father. Just came to collect her after she went missing. That’s all.”