The blood moon was rising… She was an innocent girl in the village. She was offered to the Dark Forest against her will. The Blood Moon captured her womanhood in the Paradise of Five Werewolves Pack. She lost her virginity to the Five Werewolves who managed to explore her utmost heavenly discovery. Secretly, she loves the feeling of being subdued by the Dominant werewolves. She secretly escaped with one of the pack and lived outside the Dark Forest. The Dark Leader captured the remaining four werewolves of the Dark Forest. Their futures lie in living with humans secretly as a punishment. They lived alongside the modern civilization of the human world and discovered themselves to be acceptable all along for Love, Secrets, Marriage, and Life.
View MoreDonald blinked to the ground and then back to her. He grimaced and commanded his wolf to calm the fuck down. Gasping for air, he said, “Excuse me a moment. Please, don’t leave.” He walked to the bathroom and shut the door, splashing water on his face. The cold baptism he coupled with direct and soothing, silent mantras. I’ve got this. I can do this. Control. Control yourself. Let her go. She had to leave. Let her go. You are stronger than this. Afraid he’d lose his ride out of here, he quickly dried his face with a white, inexpensive hand towel, tossed it, and rushed back out. “Yes. I’d appreciate that, Linda. Thank you.” He reached for his suitcase, hands shaking as he stuffed all the odds and ends back in. “Can you take me to the next city up? It doesn’t matter where. Just as long as it’s bigger than this and isn’t here.” “Sure.” He zipped the blasted thing up and grabbed the handle, heading for the door. She started to move out of the way, but he swooped down and took her
She closed her eyes and took his kisses when he gave them, knowing the best way to say she was sorry was to open her whole body to him to be taken as roughly as he wanted. He began to work her with circles then hard plunging beats, then side thrusts and more circles, faster then slower then faster again. His body dictated all of it. His mind was no longer in control. He pulled out, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed. Stunned that he could toss her like a rag doll and for such a distance, she bounced on her stomach and looked over her shoulder as he advanced on her. He grabbed her feet, flipped her around so they were facing each other, and entered her on his knees, bringing her ankles to rest on his collarbone. He could reach so much deeper in this position and she could barely take his length. Barely able to handle his hard length, she threw her hands over her head and grabbed the bed frame. He rammed her so hard that the bed jammed against the wall over and over. People ba
Calling out for help, no one was impressed. The same drivers who’d seen him cheat traffic were the ones offering no help now. One even rolled down his window and shouted, “Serves ya right, ya selfish prick!” Donald dropped his arms and snarled at them. The torrential rain drowned his volume as he said, “You’ll move along soon enough and someone will help me. So fuck you all.” He paced. The cars inched by. People stared at him through liquid windows. He grumbled obscenities the entire time. It was the longest fifteen minutes of his life. Finally, an elegant older model Mercedes pulled over to the shoulder, headlamps trained on him. He blinked into the refracted light, the rain glowing in it, and held up his hand with a grateful wave. “Oh, thank God,” he mumbled, looking inside the passenger window as it electronically rolled down. “Hello Donald. Need a lift?” Catherine asked with an amused smile. He stared at her, stunned. Raking both hands through sopping wet hair, his eye
Donald started laughing, which for him was one guffaw followed by a shake of the head on a low, lingering chuckle. He stared at the screen and dried himself off with the enormous towel, thinking about what he wanted to do. Bending over, he typed the best idea he’d ever thought of. Leaving town for a few days. Going to the woods. The phone is dead. I’ll be fine. Don’t wait up. – D He waited for the responses he knew would bounce back immediately. His packmates didn’t let him down. “That’s awesome.” “Get a new phone before you go.” “If you’re lying and hiding out in your apartment for 3 days, you’re a bigger pussy than I think you are.” His group emailed them one last time. Darius, stop watching ‘Supernatural.’ Dean is not a good role model for vocabulary choices. Daniel, I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine. You know this. Elias, fuck off you dickhead. I adore you, too. Leave Rihanna for me and it’s on. He grinned and turned off the computer, dropped the towel over the back
They sat in silence as two more rounds went by. Daniel and Elias would have sat quietly with him, too, although maybe Elias would have tried to make him laugh. He’d have succeeded but it would not have been an easy undertaking for both of them. Elias was the least patient with Donald’s hatred of women. Well, hatred was maybe too harsh a word…but he sure didn’t trust them. And all because of the flaxen-haired beauty whose ghost just ripped him to shreds all over again. Donald sighed, motioning for the bartender to come over. “Another round?” she asked without emotion of any kind. “No,” Donald muttered. “Just the check. But use this card. Not the one he gave you.” He handed her a black American Express card. Darius objected, “D, let me get this for you.” “No. But thank you. For…you know.” The bartender glanced between them with a smile and turned to run the card. When she brought it back, she said, “So you’re not a jerk after all.” Donald just snarled at her until s
Stepping onto Seventh Avenue, she paid the cabbie and told him, “Thank you for being so fast.” Her eyes were already fixed on her reason for coming, the building she’d secretly helped come to fruition. She hadn’t dared drive by it since they’d broken up and had avoided it like the plague, but tonight she felt drawn to it. This building. She had a large part in making it happen. Donald, Darius, Elias, and Daniel— the architects of D.D.D.E. Inc.—would never know that, but she knew it. That’s what mattered. As pedestrians crossed her path behind and in front, Catherine gazed up at the structure towering above, marveling at what they had accomplished. It was one of many, now, designed by them, but it had been the springboard. The beginning of their success. She’d read mentions of their firm in the paper a few times over the years since they’d been apart. It seemed he and his talented friends were making a quiet but very important splash with green design. How exciting that must be!
He stepped onto De la Rosa Avenue as memories flooded him of the last time he’d seen his gorgeous cunt-whore ex. Her long flaxen hair blew in the Atlantic breeze as she gazed at the ocean, waves lit mystically by a new moon. Her green eyes were darker in the low light. There was something behind them that should have had him worried. “Are you feeling better?” he’d asked, walking out to stand beside her. They’d borrowed a friend’s place in the Hamptons and it was only their first night there. He couldn’t wait to tear off her yellow, cotton sundress, but she’d demurred, claiming a stomachache. Then she’d come out here. Like she hadn’t heard the question she stared ahead, high tide waves crashing eight short feet away. He glanced to the wood floor beneath their bare feet and saw in his periphery, her orange-painted toenails wiggling. It occurred to him then that maybe she wasn’t truly ill after all; maybe something greater was on her mind. With his supernatural hearing, he list
After a half hour of hair combing and putting it up, then back down, putting on only lipstick then rethinking it and doing her whole face, scrubbing her armpits in the bathroom sink, anything she could think of. Rihanna let Alessandra help her into the dress she was not getting married in. It fit her very snugly, but she loved it. “Did he buy this?” Alessandra nodded zipping up the back and surveying the result in the mirror. Rihanna looked beautiful as she slipped on the strappy silver heels and turned to see her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes were so bright! “Are you sure I shouldn’t wear my hair up? I think it…” She caught Alessandra’s gaze in the mirror and pointed at her. “Stop crying!” Rihanna shoved down the rush of tears that threatened to explode from her, too. “Oh my God, Zandra! I’m not getting married today!” “I know!” Her heart was so scared yet so full, she didn’t know what to do with herself. “Where do I go now? What do I
He faced her and held up a hand. “It is going to be a little scary at first. I’m nervous myself, so I can only imagine how you feel.” “I’m excited,” she grinned. He laughed at that. “Well, let’s wait and see what you think afterward.” “Will you able to hear me?” He blinked, just then understanding how little she knew. “Yeah. I’ve got complete control. We’re one and the same. It’s really not like in the horror films. It’s just my primal side has a face.” She gave a short, expectant nod. He walked to stand in front of her, stripping off the faded blue jeans he’d worn also on the day they arrived. He had on a chocolate-brown button-up shirt for the dinner, and he undid each button slowly, holding her eyes. “I’ve never done this.” “Neither have I.” She offered him an encouraging smile and kicked her feet. He’d been shifting of his own accord since age twelve and the years had made the motion smooth and not at all painful. He liked to do it, he needed to express both pa
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