A scorching short story from the Eerie Trysts series.
Sandy, Mel and Brenda have been drugged and taken to a shack in the middle of nowhere. There's no sign of their kidnapper, but when they try to leave, they're confronted by a beast that's half-wolf half-man. Mel and Brenda run for safety, but Sandy stands her ground. The wolf takes her deep into the woods and shows her that there's more to him than sharp teeth and claws.
Contains explicit sex with a wolf-man.
This short story is roughly 3,000 words long and is not intended for readers under eighteen.
“You’re not afraid?”
I walked towards him, my pulse getting faster with every step I took. He loomed over me, standing seven feet tall. Or maybe even more. His eyes blazed through the darkness, glowing golden around almond-shaped pupils. I was swamped by him. Even his musky smell seemed designed to rob me of my senses. Gazing up at him, I saw past the hair and the gleaming fangs to something manly.
“I’m not afraid.” I was fascinated. There I was, face to face with a monstrous wolf, but my imagination wasn’t throwing up images of him eating me. I was thinking about how it would feel to be wrapped in his strong, furry arms. “You know me, don’t you?” I had no idea how that could even be possible, but I felt the truth of it.
“Liar.” Before I had time to think, he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. His muscles bunched beneath me and he took off into the wood. I held on to his back, plunging my fingers into the thick dark hair. The earthy smell of him was strong that close to him. He was so soft. I laid my cheek against his pelt and closed my eyes, lulled by the motion of his strides. I didn’t care where he was taking me. As long as he was there, I’d be safe.
I heard the howls again. Closer this time. My wolf lifted his voice in response and it echoed through my body. If only I could make such a pure and primal sound. I envied the way that he walked through the world, taking what he wanted. I’d imagined myself content in my job at the bank and my weekends out with friends. He’d shown me I was lying to myself.
He slowed down and I looked around us. Bending forward, he dropped me to the ground and I sat on a carpet of leaf-litter. We were in a tiny clearing, deep in amongst the trees. Light from the moon filtered down through the branches, dappling the dark fur that covered him from head to toe. He reached down and offered me his hand. It was gigantic. I could barely get my hand around his first two fingers. His nails were long, but not quite claws. He pulled me to my feet and I found myself looking into those eyes again.
“You should be afraid of me.”
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Published February 6, 2012
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.