Read Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Online
Authors: Billie Kasper
Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance)
“I want to taste you… I’ve wanted to taste you ever since I walked in.”
Nineteen-year-old, down on her luck Kelly wonders if she’ll ever get out of her rural Vermont hometown. Unlucky in love and working a dead-end job at her parents’ diner, she longs for adventure and passion…
And she might just get her wish in the form of Wisdom, a mysterious stranger who sweeps her off her feat and introduces her to a supernatural world of sensual passion she never knew existed! Yet when an old flame walks back into her life, Kelly must choose between the painful past or the lustful, passionate future…
Don’t miss this sexy, exciting new shifter erotic romance from Billie Kasper!
What was there to say about Wisdom? I could tell you about the first time he walked into my parents’ little roadside diner, covered in filth and asking to break a five. Or how about when he chased me through the woods, hunting me, just like I wanted to be hunted? Or what happened after that?
I guess I should introduce myself first. My name is Kelly. I’m nineteen. I live with my parents in a little town in Vermont you’ve never heard of. I’ve worked at the diner my parents run ever since I was thirteen and I’ll probably work there until the day I die. At least, that’s what I always thought—until Wisdom came along.
I’m what you might call a bigger girl. I’m not fat, mind you. At least I don’t think so—there are definitely some assholes in high school who called me that. But I think I’m pretty good looking. I’ve got nice curves and a nice butt and nice boobs—it catches the attention of all the boys, I’ve noticed.
I see there looks when I’m working behind the counter, trying to sneak a look down the front of my shirt. I blush and pretend I don’t see them but I see them.
Oh, I see them all right.
I’ve got curly red hair and bright blue eyes and freckles. My mom always used to say that I had the map of Ireland on my face, which I guess means that I look really Irish? Which I guess is a good thing? At least, I hope it is.
That’s how I met Wisdom. It was late one night and I could see the lights of a car pulling up outside. We’d be closing in about five minutes so I wasn’t looking forward to telling whoever this was that I wouldn’t be able to do much for him, besides make a milk shake or get him a cup of coffee.
The doors to the diner flung open and in strode the man I’d come to know as… Wisdom. He was tall and well-built, a miniature mountain of muscle encased in leather and chains. He was your classic bad boy. I’ve always liked bad boys. I’ve always wanted a bad boy. Never got one.
In fact, I’d never gotten… Anyone. I was a virgin. And ashamed about it. My friends had all lost their virginities (some of them in multiple places, if you know what I mean…) and the ones who went off to college would come home with stories of sexy young college men, who were as smart as they were attractive and strong.
It was enough to make a country girl like me swoon. The closest I’d ever gotten to that was my best friend’s older brother, Ryan—he always used to tease me growing up and oh, god, how I fantasized about losing my virginity to him.
I always hoped he would make a move and though we came close—he would sometimes drive me to work and pick me up on the way home and there would be definite sexual tension between the two of us as we sat there in the car, the tension threatening to boil over into a passionate eruption—we never crossed that final line.
I even remembered one time when we hugged after he dropped me off—I forget where or why—and he let his hands fall to my full bottom. I had gasped, melting into his arms and we were moments away from a kiss when someone—I have no idea who, though whoever it was, I considered them my mortal enemy afterwards—called Ryan’s name and he dropped his hands away, letting me fall away from him.
We never slept together and I still regretted not taking the initiative there. He had gone off to college on a scholarship while I hung around, bored as all get out in Greencliff, Vermont.
And wouldn’t you know it… This young man looked exactly like Ryan.
“Hi there, stranger,” I said, trying to be as sweet as possible since I’d be telling the poor boy to get out in a minute. “Just so you know, we’re closing in five minutes.”
The young man eyed me warily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled five-dollar bill.
“Then just give me change for a five.” He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in about a week and his hair was artfully tossled. Damn, but it was a good look on this stranger.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Change for a fiver was something I could do.
“No problem,” I said, taking the bill out of his hand. Our fingers touched for a second and lingered for the most delicious of moments before breaking apart again.
“I just need to get off the highway. Need it for the tolls,” the stranger explained as I counted out the cash.
“Totally understand. Not a problem,” I replied. I was just glad that this guy wasn’t going to get belligerent with me, as the folks who come in late sometimes do. I hated that. And my parents had already gone home, so it was just me, alone in the diner with this stranger…
“Do you live around here?” he asked suddenly. I could feel his hungry eyes looking me over and it took me a second to realize what that hunger meant. Did he want me? It sent a thrill up my spine to realize that, to see the way he licked his lips as he looked down the front of my shirt like so many other men did.
“I do,” I said, but I didn’t offer any more details. I thrust the money towards him, hoping he would just go ahead and leave now…
“Do you live by yourself?” he asked suddenly. Sharp, cold fear shot through my body. I stopped being attracted to this man and I started being afraid of him. Well, to be honest, I was still pretty attracted to him. Maybe even more so now that I knew what he was thinking…
“No, with my parents,” I said carefully. He didn’t take the money. His eyes searched mine. That’s when I realized there was something… Something strange about them.
Something unnatural. Unearthly, even.
One eye was a deep, cobalt blue while the other… The other was an orange-hazel, almost like fire. It burned me and I was afraid and entranced at the same time.
“I need a place to stay,” he said simply. “I can’t pay but I could offer you something else.”
“Well, I don’t have anywhere for you to stay.”
“Let me stay here.”
“I can’t do that. This is a diner, not a hotel. You can get back on the highway and you’ll find a place in a couple miles.”
“Can’t,” he said simply. “I can’t be on the highway. Can’t be outside.”
He glanced nervously over his shoulder, through the window at the cloudy night sky.
“This will sound crazy but… I’ve got to avoid the moon. At all costs.”
“Why?”
“Full moon tonight. It… does things to me.”
So the guy was a nut case. He was a complete, verifiable nut case. I let out a long, slow sigh. How the hell was I going to get out of this?
He took the money and pocketed. Then, he vaulted himself over the counter, with the greatest of ease, ending up on the other side with me. I gasped, my eyes wide.
“What’re you doing? Get away from me!” I shrieked, but of course there was no one to hear me.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said softly and for some reason, I believed him. I relaxed and let him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
“I bet you’ve never known a man before. What’s your name?”
“Kelly,” I whispered, taking in his scent: he smelled like leather and tobacco. It was a good smell, a strong smell.
“My name is Wisdom. I bet you’ve never known a man before, Kelly.”
“I know plenty of men.”
“But none like me. I promise you that.”
“What makes you so special?” I whispered, becoming intrigued by this game in spite of myself.
“I am a beast,” Wisdom said, leaning closer to me. In spite of my apprehension, I let him do it. I even leaned into him, inhaling his intoxicating scent, delighting in the way it washed over me.
I could feel his strength underneath his clothing and when his lips touched my neck, it drove me wild. His lips were like electricity, biting into my soft flesh and sending little waves of passion throughout my whole body. He kissed up my neck, over my soft cheeks, and finally captured my lips with his.
I’d always been such a careful girl. I couldn’t believe what I was doing now… Here I was, kissing a man I’d just met!
And I was loving it—I was loving every second of it. I wanted more; I wanted more of this man. That was all I could think about as I tugged at his lips with my own, my tongue dueling his for dominance.
Suddenly, his hands were under my apron. They were undoing my pants. My eyes widened as he slid them down, along with my panties, leaving me butt naked right there in the diner.
“Wisdom, wait,” I said, breathlessly. His fingers ran over my thighs and I sighed, shuddering with delight.
“I want to taste you,” Wisdom whispered. “I’ve wanted to taste you ever since I walked in.”
“T-taste me?”
“Of course… You’ve never had a man lick you, have you?” As if to emphasize what he was about to do, he licked his lips, lasciviously, and the anticipation sent a chill up my spine. Now, naturally, I’d heard my girlfriends talk about being eaten out but I’d never experienced it for myself…
I stepped out of my clothes and Wisdom lifted me up onto the counter as if I weighed nothing. I blushed and put my palms over my crotch, covering my sex, hiding it from him. I met his eyes and his steady, determined gaze won me over. Ever so slowly, I removed my heads and thrust my hips forward, my pussy on display, covered with a light dusting of auburn hair.
Wisdom knelt between my legs and began to kiss up my thighs, kissing over my tender skin.
I sighed in delight at his mouth, his tongue on my soft, sensitive skin. I yelped when he nipped me and whimpered as he would get close to my aching core and then, teasing me, kiss away, back down my thighs.
“Please, Wisdom, I want it,” I whined. “I want you to… To taste me.”
“In due time, Kelly,” he whispered huskily. I could feel his scratchy, unshaved face running along my thighs and it tickled deliciously.
“But I want it now!” I said, playfully pushing his head down, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Lick me, beast boy.”
“As you wish,” he said, finally, and I threw back my head in delight when I felt his mouth make contact with my pussy.
I let out another shriek, this time of delight, as his tongue slid over my wet lips, sliding inside of me and thrilling me. His tongue was long—almost inhumanly long. I had noticed it only a little bit when I was kissing him but now, it was all the more apparent.
I sighed and closed my eyes as he licked me, whimpering and shaking as his mouth moved over my pussy, sucking at my wet folds, his tongue invading my hole, working its way inside and lapping at my juices.
“Oh, god, it’s so good… Just like that, Wisdom,” I whimpered. I pressed my hips forward, urging him to lick me further, urging him to lick me deeper. “Eat it, you beast,” I groaned.
He chuckled and for a second, I found myself second guessing what I was doing. Who the hell was this man I had between my legs? Should I be letting him do this?
On the other hand, I was tired of being a good girl. I was tired of only having creepy old truckers give me a second look at the diner. I had earned this handsome stranger between my legs, I decided, and I was going to take my reward.
“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned, pushing his face further into my pussy, pressing my clit into his nose. He began to eat me ravenously, like a wolf digging into its prey. Yes, his prey—I felt like his prey and I loved it. I wanted to be his prey. I wanted to be devoured by this handsome “beast”—whatever that meant. I didn’t care what it meant. All I cared about was his hungry lapping, the grunts I made in time with his ragged, husky breathing.
“Oh my god,” I all but screamed. “Wisdom, I’m cumming!”
His hungry attack on my clit had yielded results and what results! I shrieked as I came, my pussy convulsing, pressing my hips forward to capture his head between my legs.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I squealed. “I’m cumming!”
It was the best orgasm of my life up until that point and the first I’d ever been driven to by another person. I lay back on the counter, staring up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. I could let Wisdom stay here tonight, I decided.
I could let him stay here and then I’d get to the diner early the next morning, before my parents, to wake him up and kick him out and maybe get a little more of that tongue…
“Enjoy yourself?” he said smoothly, rising to his feet.
“You have no idea,” I replied, my voice all but a whimpered whisper.
I could see the bulge in his pants and I reached forward, hoping to unzip them and get a look at his package which was pretty impressive, as far as I could tell. However, he batted my hands away and gave me a severe look.
“Maybe another time. Can I stay here for the night?”
“Only if you show me what you’ve got down there,” I said mischievously. “You’ve got to let me repay the favor.”
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea…” he said slowly, catching my hands again as I tried to reach for his crotch and pushing them away, holding me strong by the wrists.
“Why not?” I whined, desperate to get a look at his cock.
“Just because…”
Suddenly, his face became distant. He was looking over my shoulder and I followed his gaze. It was focused on the moon, a full, beautiful white orb barely visible through the window.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling the tension in the air. Something had changed. Of that I was certain.
“Get out,” Wisdom whispered. “Get out as fast as you can. Run.”