18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.
A/N: IF AN*L SEX OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DON'T READ CHAPTER 47. THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN FOR FUN AND ALL THE CHARACTERS WERE CREATED WITH MY FRIENDS IN MIND. THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN WITH MY FRIEND, KATHERINE P IN MIND. I INTERVIEWED HER AND ASKED HER QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKED IN BED AND SHE WANTED ME TO INCORPORATE THIS STUFF INTO KITTY'S CHARACTER TO BETTER PORTRAY HER. I WASN'T GOING TO DO IT — BUT I SAID WHAT THE HELL, WRITING IS SUPPOSED TO BE CREATIVE AND SUBJECTIVE. SO AGAIN YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.KITTY'S POV Like a predator, his eyes stalked me, probably imagining all the dirty ways he wanted to fuck me. My pussy heated up like a bonfire, blazing with need and desire. My clitoris hurt from being fully erected. It begged for some friction, any form of release; a hug, a kiss, a fucking tongue. I closed my legs tightly, rubbing them together to cool the fire. Zeek's eyes got lost in a sea of gold. They were bright swirls of how I pictured the gates of heaven to be, but I didn't back away. I wanted him to rapture my body, to tear my walls down, and wreak havoc on my greedy pussy. I was already moaning, and his dick was still nowhere near my entrance. He was still unmoving, except for his heaving chest. His red hair flaming against his green-coloured eyes. He looked like a red demon; hot and dangerous. “Pussy Cat, this will not be like the other times,” he told me. His voice was deep, calculated, yet he spoke with such gentleness I couldn't help but become hypnotized.
KITTY'S POV “Oh, yes!” I murmured. I loved feeling Ezekiel’s cock filling me up like this. It was like there was no space left for him to move. His dick fitted inside my hole like a lock and key. “Kitty, you feel so good,” he whispered out as he pulled out slightly. I already felt him rubbing me raw and he was barely moving. But I knew it was only a matter of time before he released the beast in him and fucked me like the whore I was. “Ah — oh,” I bucked when he grabbed a hold of my hips and yanked me all the way down on his cock, slamming into me, fast and hard. His balls slapped against my skin. I flung my head back. “Shit — it feels so good.” Again and again, he jerked my hips towards him at the same time as he was plunging into me. Violently and without mercy. The pleasure was too much. “Zeek, I'm not gonna last.” “I don't want you to last,” he grunted, pounding into me faster and harder. “I love how my cock looks sliding in and out of your pussy. Cum for me, Kitty. I want y
KITTY'S POVHoly fuck! My head hurts, I groaned as I woke up wrapped in Zeek's sheets. I reached my hand over to his side of the bed, and oddly, I knew it had been hours since he left. “I'm so hungry,” I yawned, stirring in the bed and then sitting up. “Plus, I need some aspirin. This headache's a bitch.” “Tell me about it,” a strange yet familiar voice mumbled inside my head. “Who said that?” I asked. “Not this nonsense again. It's me Meadow.” The voice was annoyed. Meadow, right. It had been almost a year since I'd heard this strange voice inside my head. “You're not real.”"Of course I am. I've been waiting for you to wake up so I could apologize for leaving you. I'll never leave you again,” Meadow admitted. “But Kitty, we have to leave. Zeek is a bad person. He hurt me — he hurt us.”"Please, Zeek is an amazing guy, but I would love for you to leave me alone,” I snapped, struggling to get off the bed. I grabbed a piss pot and did my business. The burning sensation told me I h
Jim and his wolf hadn't slept in days. He had been bugging Jim to go out on a run, but he couldn't bear to leave Cassie's side. She had six seizures in three days. Something wasn't right, any regular human would have died from an Alpha's or, in this case, a soon-to-be Alpha's bite. What the fuck was Mitch thinking biting her like that? Jim asked himself. “Alpha, you have to eat something,” Kristoff took Jim's shoulder and pleaded with him to get some food. “I just don't have the desire to eat. What if something happens to her while I'm gone?” “You don't have to leave her. I can have the chef send your food here,” Kristoff declared, then his nose flared. “Do you smell that?” Kristoff asked. “No—what do you smell?” Jim sniffed the air, but nothing. “I don't know, but I smell chocolates and something else. I'm not sure, but I think - " Kristoff walked up to the bed where Cassie lay. “I think it's coming from Cassie,” he said as he knelt on his knees. He brushed a thumb over t
1.) I use British English. 2.) There will be both Jamaican and Australian dialects, but don't worry, only for a few chapters and English translations will be in brackets. 3.) Enjoy!*********AUGUST 9TH 2013The sky was tar-black as the gigantic clouds drifted towards them. Midnight was approaching, and the three girls travelling in the blue 1982 Volvo were more than impatient to get to the safety of Katherine's house. Cassandra tried her best to adhere to the speed limit. The wet and slippery road made it easy for her to keep it under 60mph. She wouldn't want to have an accident where she died and left her evil step-monster to inherit all her father's money. Fuck no! She sighed internally. “Hurry the bloody root up, mate,” Cheryl huffed. The dyed blue-haired Aussie beauty hissed at Cassandra. (Hurry the fuck up).“Hey gyal, it look like yuh wah crash and dead up inna dis, yuh try nuh rush me yah man,” Cassandra answered in her native tongue. The born Jamaican beauty snapped right
ONE YEAR LATER - AUGUST 23RD 2014It was close to 10 pm, and the werewolf king watched as Katherine and her friend Cheryl got ready for their night out to their favourite club. He couldn't stop thinking about the brown-haired beauty ever since he went out for a run late one night a couple of months ago, and his wolf caught her scent. It was the most unique scent a person could have. Sardines and tuna. He managed to stay hidden behind the bushes directly below Katherine's bedroom window, and he listened to the sweet giggles she made while she spoke to her blue-haired friend. His werewolf ears stood like antennas as he eavesdropped on their conversation. It was the last Saturday before the girls' senior year of high school began and Katherine just wanted to let loose and be the awesome gal she was. “I just wanna fuck,” Katherine whined to Cheryl as she buckled her bra. The werewolf growled angrily when he heard what she said. A piece of him wanted to jump through the window and drag
“Kitty,” Cassie yelled. “Let’s get going.”“Alright, give me a second,” Katherine grumbled as her fingers clutched the window. Something caught her eyes and she squinted, trying to catch a better look. She saw two glowing yellow eyes and, for some reason, she felt drawn to them. Like a magnet, they were pulling her in. She pushed her head out the window and the eyes glowed even brighter. Beautiful, she thought to herself. “Hey, have you seen my midnight black lipstick?” Cheryl interrupted Katherine from her trance. She shifted to speak to her friend. “No, I haven't.”Cheryl searched her drawer some more. “Oh, never mind. I found it.”When Katherine turned her head back to where the glowing eyes were, she realized they were gone. She closed the windows and then headed downstairs with Cheryl, thinking to herself that she might have been imagining things. Katherine's grandpa Kelvin was sitting in the living room watching reruns of Jeopardy. “Oh, Grandpa, you're home,” Katherine beamed
“Kitty, as in Kitten? I like it,” he whispered, and she smiled. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She wished to give him every one of her holes if he would have them. She would let him fuck her in every which way he wanted. She never felt that way about anyone but Mitch. Kitty was horny, and she had to stop herself from begging him to fuck her right there in the parking lot. She saw that he seemed uncomfortable. He was smelling the air as his eyes got a bit dark. He swallowed hard, sniffing the air like an animal.The werewolf king followed Katherine and her friends to the bar, masking his scent to avoid being detected by any other werewolves around. But as soon as he spotted Katherine sitting on another wolf's lap, he unmasked it just for a bit as a warning that he was there. The young werewolf detected the smell of the werewolf king, but it was faint and he thought he had imagined it. “What's your name?” Katherine questioned. Her question broke him out of his trance.