Ravished By The Wolf (Alpha-Male, Succubus Erotica) (3 page)

~ Chapter Five ~

Being naked in the forest in the middle
of the summer was a wildly freeing experience. I would never have done this if
I had been on my own, but I knew somewhere out there, in the greenness of the
landscape were three wolves, hunting for a meal. The thrill of the chase was
like an aphrodisiac, filling me with a sense of vibrancy that sent my limbs
into action. My back throbbed, as my wings emerged. They were invisible,
although the ripple of their existence appeared in the way the air moved behind
me.

I listened to the howls; their call
was like a beacon guiding me in the right direction. They had cornered their
quarry; their barks and hisses had intensified. As I flung myself forward, the
swiftness of the flight took me by surprise. I felt faster today than last
night, the wind sending my hair out like a billowing, dark shawl. I came upon
them a moment later, the trio having surrounded a deer; the animal’s eyes were
bright with alarm. They had waited for me to appear, and, when I emerged from within
the canopy of the trees, they pounced, biting into the long, lean legs of the
deer and tearing away at the meaty part of the flank.

Feeling as if I too were a beast of
prey, I joined them, touching the fur, draining every once of vigor from it,
until it ceased to move. I ate the bloodied meat, tasting its sharp, gamey
quality and drinking the blood; my face and hands were coated in red. The
wolves ripped chunks of flesh from its underbelly, feasting on the leanness of
the meal. When they had sated themselves, the werewolves sauntered off, leaving
the grizzled remains behind. I followed them, dripping in blood, my feet encountering
the sharp ends of twigs and pinecones. The wolves had found a stream, and they
drank from the water, their facial fur coated in blood. I joined them, washing
with the ice-cold water, which felt refreshing on this hot, summer day.

If I thought we would return to the
cabin, I was wrong. Stuart and Clive began to change, their bodies convulsing
on the ground, popping and snapping, while their limbs emerged. Gerry joined
them, and, moments later, the trio stood, a vision of muscular maleness and
abundant testosterone. Their attention was on me, and I felt a ping of fear,
but a thick layer of arousal cushioned it. The men were now ready to partake in
the joys of the flesh, whilst their appetite for death and blood had been
satisfied.

Instinct took over, and I fled, my
wings appearing within seconds, lifting me off the ground and onto a sturdy
branch more than twenty feet in the air. I crouched, grasping a higher branch,
and stared down at my pack.

“Are you gonna make me come up there
and get you?” Gerard stood with his hands on his hips.

“What will you do to me, if I come
down?”

“What won’t I?”

A tiny, delicious shiver ran through
me. “You boys are all wound up. I can feel your energy from here.” Stuart and
Clive’s interested, lustful gazes worried me. Would they be as gentle as they
were last night?

“Come down, Catherine.” Gerard
grinned. “We’re just horny wolves, that’s all. You want to be our girl, don’t
you?”

“Yes.”

He held out his arms. “Then come to
me.”

I felt the wings. As they fluttered,
nearly on command, the security of their presence gave me the impetus I needed
to leave the branch. “Fine.” Letting go, I drifted downwards, landing before
Gerard.

He grabbed me, clutching me tightly;
his nose was in my neck. “You shouldn’t be scared of me, honey. I’ll never hurt
you. My boys would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Let’s take this somewhere else.” He
lifted me into his arms, while I clung to his neck, feeling the heat of his
skin. We walked to a clearing, which revealed a small field of fragrant
grasses. “This looks good.” He sat on the ground with me on his lap; his mouth
was on my neck. “Kiss me, Cathy,” he purred. “Give me your tongue.”

Clive and Stuart were near; their
hands touched my back, caressing gently. My lips met Gerard’s, and we melded
together, a combination of moistness and tongue, which left me breathless and
dizzy. The werewolves had enjoyed their hunt; now they would enjoy their woman.
Kisses fell everywhere, on my neck, shoulders, and arms. My hands were lifted
and kissed, while exploring fingers found sensitive nooks and crannies that
made me writhe and shudder, my body responding to the stimulation.

“Oh, you bad…wolves…”

Being the object of lust was a
singular experience, and I wished it would always be this way. I’d been alone
for so long…without anyone to talk to or experience intimacy. Since the night I
met Gerard, I knew that I would be forever seeking out werewolves now, because
they were immune to my condition, and I would not drain the life out of them. I
had another month of this bliss, and I planned to take full advantage of the
situation, letting these horny beasts do whatever they wanted to me.

“Yes,” I hissed through my teeth, as
a mouth neared the apex of my thighs, hot breath teasing my flesh. Gerard
kissed my tummy, leaving wet spots. “Ooohh…yeah…do it.” I wrapped my hands
around a pair of hard cocks, who were on either side of me. “Just look at you
dirty boys.” They groaned deep in their throats, sounding as aroused as I felt.
“What will I do with these?”

Gerard settled between my legs,
drifting lower and sliding his tongue over my slit, wetting me thoroughly. I
licked one cock and then the other, tasting the salty pre-release of the men,
and wanting more. The deer had been satisfying, but human blood was even
better, and I knew these wolves would let me have a taste.

“Oh! Omigod!”

A strong tongue drove into the silken
folds of my womanhood, spearing me deeply, wiggling inside of me. I gasped at
the sensations this provoked, sucking aggressively on the tip of a fat phallus.
I ate one and then the other, bestowing attention to both. Gerard toyed with my
nub, running his thumb over the engorged bump and encouraging it to grow even
larger. Being ravished by these wolves was heady and base, but entirely what I
needed, and I gagged on the length of Stuart’s cock, as he drove deeper into my
throat.

“Ooommm…”

To my amazement, Gerry lowered,
administering to my other hole, which was squeezed shut and not used to this
kind of attention. He prodded me, forcing his tongue through tight bands,
loosening them gradually. I blissfully surrendered to everything he was doing
to me, my mind drifting on clouds of pleasure. His thumb worked my clit, while
two demanding cocks fought for the attention of my mouth. When I thought I
would scream with orgasm, Gerry stopped his seduction, getting to his feet.

“Come here.” He held out a hand.

“What are we doing?”

He pulled me to him, lifting me with
my legs around his waist. “This.”

Clive was behind us, his cock pressed
to my little hole; the orifice wasn’t used to being taken, and I worried that
it would hurt. Gerry slid inside of my pussy with one thrust, his arms holding
me securely. The strength of him wasn’t a surprise, but the feeling this
elicited was. I clung to him, my mouth attacking his, while Clive pressed
harder, breaching me thoroughly. The sting of pain lessened the pleasure for a
long, breathless moment, but as he began to move, it eased slightly, and both
men worked me, taking turns thrusting. Stuart held himself, massaging his cock
while watching us.

“Oh, my God…oh, shit. This is crazy.”

Two eager cocks impaled me, and they
had only just begun to gratify themselves in my snug confines. Gerard was going
to give me every inch of himself and then some. His strong arms lifted me up
and down on his phallus, which filled me to the balls. Another drove deep into
a forbidden place. I rubbed against him, as the orgasm threatened. It would be
enormous when it hit.

“Oh…oooohhhh…”

“Take it, Catherine. Take it,” murmured
Gerry. “You’re so close, honey. I can feel that you wanna cum.”

Clive’s relentless thrusts were my
undoing, and, as I crested over the top into oblivion, I sank my teeth into
Gerry’s neck, tasting blood. I drank the deliciously salty fluid while I
convulsed against him, shivering with release. The muscles in my pussy clenched
around the invading shaft, while Clive groaned and stiffened, emptying himself
deeply.

“Oh, man!”

The three of us clung together, as
sweat ran down my face. The humidity was considerable, and a distant rumble
indicated that a storm might be on the way. Gerry was hard as a board inside of
me, while Clive slid free, the wetness of his semen pouring out of me. I wasn’t
bereft for long, as Stuart slid deep with one push.

“Jesus.”

“Let’s fuck this little succubus,
Stuart. Work her hard. She might cum again.”

“Yes, boss.”

It was shocking, but, as they drove
and retreated, I could feel myself winding up again, the tension slowly
building. The human blood had given me a rush; the effects left me buzzing
almost as intensely as the orgasm had. I grasped Gerry, clinging to him while
he drove upwards, groaning with the contact. The man in my rear was equally as
aggressive, finding my tight bottom to be the perfect fit. The lubrication from
Clive’s semen allowed for an easier passage, and I relaxed, enjoying the
feeling of fullness, as I pleasured these men at the same time.

“Oh, yeah,” groaned Stuart.

“Oh, God, Catherine…” Gerry sounded
pained. “I’m…”

“Cum in me. Do it.”

“I can’t make you pregnant.”

“You won’t.”

“Oh, baby…”

He thrust, stiffening, jetting fluid
deep, as Stuart plunged sharply, pain registering. His hands gripped my hips,
while he worked himself into an orgasm that had him shouting to the wind,
scaring a bird from a tree. He squirted out his release in measured pulses, the
wetness falling to my inner thighs. Gerry lowered to his knees, holding me to
him, while Stuart and Clive sat nearby, their hands on me, touching, massaging,
and feeling areas that were wet and abused. A firm finger rolled over my nub,
while a mouth closed around a nipple, and another finger sank into my pussy.
The three of them manipulated me to a shattering orgasm, my body convulsing,
while the blueness of the sky filled my vision, although clouds were gathering.

When it was all said and done, we lay
together, arms and limbs entwined, while the wind began to pick up and a
distant clap of thunder registered.

“We’re gonna have to head back,” said
Clive.

Gerry yawned, “Yeah.”

“You’re bleeding man,” said Stuart.

He touched his neck. “She’s a hungry
she-devil.”

A slap registered on my butt. “Ouch!”

“She sure is,” agreed Clive.

~ Chapter Six ~

We took turns in the shower after we
got back to the cabin, and then we congregated in the kitchen, as hunger set in
again. The refrigerator was stocked with a surprising amount of food. Gerard
made a pot of coffee, while Clive and Stuart cracked eggs and cooked omelets. The
kitchen was small and rustic with a bar counter and stools. I sat on one with
my damp hair hanging down my back. Gerry walked by me, but stopped to kiss my
neck.

“You’re in a better mood,” I said.

“I am. The run helped blow off
steam.” He sat next to me, lifting a coffee mug to his lips. “You look good
wet.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, man. Toss those tomatoes in
there,” said Clive.

“That smells really good, guys. I had
no idea you could cook. You’re blowing my image of macho men.”

“We gotta eat, honey,” laughed Gerry.
“If I waited for a woman to cook for me, I’d be dead.”

“So none of you have girlfriends?”

Stuart rinsed a knife in the sink.
“You gotta be careful who you trust. You’re the only person I’ve ever shifted
in front of. My ex-wife don’t even know I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, it’s not something you wanna
go advertising,” said Clive. “We pretty much keep to our own kind.”

They had isolated themselves as well.
“I do to. I’ve never met another succubus except for my mom and grandma.
Grandma’s dead.”

“It’s a strange, supernatural world,”
murmured Gerry.

“What else is out there?” The men
exchanged a look. “You’re not gonna tell me Dracula is real, are you?”

“I don’t know about that, but there are
other things.” Clive retrieved several plates from a cabinet. “I’ve heard of
some weird stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Witches and fairies and stuff, but
I’ve never seen it.”

“Have you?” I glanced at Gerry.

“Nope.”

“What will you do now?”

He chewed on a piece of bread. “Looks
like I’m stayin’ for a while. I can see you’re all broken up about it.” He
grinned.

“I am.”

“Are you gonna be able to handle us,
honey?”

“How do you mean?”

“We’re a pretty horny bunch, and
you’re gonna find yourself awfully popular.”

“I’m not fucking the entire circus,
if that’s what you mean.”

“No, you won’t.” There was something
final and possessive in that response, which appealed to me.

“Am I staying here?”

“If you want.”

“Are you going to take over at the
circus?”

He sighed. “It looks like I have to.
I’m heading over there soon. I gotta assess the situation.”

“I should get a job there. I’d give
anything to quit being a waitress. I suck those poor people dry as it is.”

“I bet.”

“So you’ll suck ‘em dry at the
circus?” asked Stuart. His look was teasing.

“I can’t help it. I don’t want to do
that. You’re the only people I’ve ever been able to be around.”

“Rodney could get her a job,” said
Clive. “She could work behind a counter or as a ride operator. She wouldn’t get
too close to people that way. It’s a possibility.”

Gerry took a sip of coffee; his look
was thoughtful. “Maybe.”

“I’d love that.”

“She’s a pretty girl,” said Stuart.
“Maybe we could put her in the show. Dress her up in somethin’ skimpy. Crowds
love half-naked girls.”

“There is some potential there.”
Gerry grinned.

“Thanks,” I said dryly.

“You know, that’s not a half bad
idea,” said Stuart. “She could maybe wander around, petting us or something. Or
she could lie down, and we could jump over her. It doesn’t have to be anything
complicated.”

“I’ll bring it up with Markus’s
pack.”

“It’s your pack now, Gerry,” said
Clive. “You’re the alpha-male.”

He grimaced. “You know what this
means, right?”

The men looked grim. “Yeah, Gerry,”
said Stuart. “We know what it means?”

I glanced between them. “What?”

“He’s gotta fight Joe,” said Clive.
“He was next in line for alpha, and Gerry’s gonna have to beat his ass into
submission.”

“When does that happen?”

“Soon,” grumbled Gerry.

“Isn’t that barbaric?”

“It’s how it’s done. Why do you think
I didn’t want to do this? I hate pack shit.”

“Oh.”

“The show’s cancelled for tonight,”
said Clive. “We got till tomorrow to straighten this mess out. The show’s gotta
go on.”

Concern raced through me. “So this
happens tonight?”

“Yep,” said Gerry. “It sure does.”

After our conversation, Gerard drove
me to work, where I told my boss I was quitting. I turned in my uniform, but
I’d have to wait for the last check to show up in my account, and that wouldn’t
be for another week. I picked up my car at the trailer park and followed Gerry
back to the cabin, where we were alone, because Stuart and Clive had gone to
the circus to wait for him there. The night would be filled with violence, but
it was pack related and expected. There would be a wolf fight, because Gerard
had to assert himself, or he would not be accepted as the alpha. Their customs
were strange, yet it was how it was done, and I would get a firsthand glimpse
into a world I was only just beginning to understand.

We drove to the circus, as the sun
set, casting streaks of orange and purple across the sky, while the storm that
had threatened drifted off. The effect left the air stagnant with humidity. How
Gerard could wear jeans and a leather jacket and not die of heat was a mystery.
The wolves ran hotter by nature as it was. The parking lot was full of cars, as
people came and went, enjoying a night at the circus. Music played over
loudspeakers, while the sounds of screams echoed from one of the faster rides.

The vibration of all these people
gathered together had begun to give me a high, my body drawing in the energy.
Working here would be beneficial in this regard, because I could siphon
vitality across the masses, rather than a diner full of unsuspecting employees
and customers. Poor Stella and Rachel always felt exhausted working with me,
and there was good reason for that. Their energy would now improve with me
gone. I had actually done them a tremendous favor by quitting.

I handed Gerry my helmet. “Are we
supposed to wait for them here?”

“Let’s walk to the trailers.”

“Will you travel with them now?”

“I don’t know.”

“What about your businesses?”

“They’re looked after. I have faith
in my managers. I don’t trust any one, but I have faith.”

“I feel the same.”

He took my hand. “You’re devastated
that I’m stayin’, I can tell.”

I struggled to hide a smile, but it
was impossible. “Yeah. It’s a real bummer.”

“I hope you don’t get too attached.”

He drew me to him, and I felt his
heat, while the smell of leather filled my senses. “You’re kinda sending mixed
signals, buddy.”

“How’s that?”

“You tell me not to get too attached,
and then you hug me. That’s a total mixed signal. Your head is saying one thing
and your body another.”

“Quit analyzing everything.”

“I’m a woman. That’s what we do.”

“I might lose this fight tonight.”

I glanced at him, suddenly alarmed.
“What?”

“I’m outta practice. I’m not as
vicious or as hungry as I used to be. These guys are tough. They’ve been
fighting for alpha for years. I walked away, remember? I didn’t want any part of
it. Like I want my hide torn apart over this. I’ll need a fucking tetanus shot
later.”

“You’re worrying me.”

“You probably don’t wanna watch
this.”

“I’m going with you.” I was concerned
for him now, realizing the fight wasn’t as easy as I had thought it would be.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” said
a male voice.

“Yeah, I’m lookin’ at it, Casper.”

One of Markus’s wolves approached. His
feet were encased in cowboy boots, and he wore a pair of jeans with a black
t-shirt. “The party’s about to start.”

“Great.”

“You ready to kick some ass?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’re outta practice, ain’t you?
That’s what happens when you quit the pack. You go soft.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,
Casper. I’ll hold my own.”

“We’ll see.” His eyes ran over me.
“You’re not letting this one outta your sight, are you?”

“That’s none of your damn business.”

“Whoa…defensive. She must be good.”

My skin tingled from his appraisal,
his eyes roaming over me. I’d worn jeans with a tank top tonight, and my purple
bra straps showed, the support pushing my boobs upwards in a pleasing display
of cleavage. This was now where his attention was.

“She looks good enough to eat.” There
was a raspy quality to his voice that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes flashed
with an animalistic light, which set me on edge. “Maybe you coming back isn’t
such a bad thing after all.”