Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (6 page)

"No, I mean, I half
expected you to live in an ancient castle or something with a
coffin in your bedroom."

He resists breaking into
another round of annoying laughter as I glare at him, daring him to
do it again.

"Ha, it's not like that
Jessica. Even we vampires do keep up with the times otherwise we'll
stand out."

"You mean there's more of
you?" Like I should be surprised about that, if vampires like Rick
exist with the ability to turn other people into one, then the
possibility of other vampires shouldn't sound that
absurd.

"Yep," he nods, "there's a
whole coven of us, as far as I know. I don't like living with them
though. I prefer meeting people who are more… alive."

I step in, ignoring the
unimpressive interior. I don't feel attracted to him for his wealth
or anything superficial like that. I guess it's more out of a
morbid mix of curiosity and passion for he's a really great lover
after all.

He holds out his arms and I
let him carry me into his bedroom. There really isn't a coffin in
here. I guess even vampires can't resist the wave of modernization.
It feels like the magical first time all over again, that out of
all the girls in the bar, I was the one that blew him
away.

Gently, I relax as he rests
me onto the bed. I grab and bury my face as deeply as I can into
his pillow. It smells like him. Yup, this really is his place. I'm
glad that he isn't lying this time.

His hand reaches in and
separates the pillow from my face in an unhurried manner. A small
gasp subconsciously escapes my mouth as he brings his face close to
mine, until our foreheads touch, sending a fresh jolt of excitement
rippling through me.

Am I in love with him? I
don't know. But do I want his body to ravish me again? Most
definitely.

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titles by Brandy Corvin include:

Fangs of Sweet Undeath (Vampire
Erotica)

Thrown off the roof of Rick's thirty
storey high apartment, Jessica finds herself dead… but also a
vampire at last! Now that she's finally in sweet undeath, she
celebrates by sinking her fangs into Rick's pale neck first before
letting him ravish her for the rest of eternity…

Fangs of a Vampire Series Anthology: 3 Sizzling Erotic
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This bundle contains 3 sizzling erotic paranormal stories in
the Fangs of a Vampire series. When Jessica Parker hits up the bar
for just another one night stand, she gets way more than she
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Exorgasm: MMM Paranormal Demon Possession
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Father Jacobs just graduated from Bible College as a
professional Exorcist and simply can't wait for his first
assignment. But when he finally steps into the room of the
possessed Joe, he's awestruck by how devilishly handsome Joe is.
Worse still, the demon only promises to leave if Father Jacobs does
it with Joe! Will Father Jacobs exorcise the demon or will he
succumb and do as the devil says?

The Werewolf Experienc
e: M/f/MMMMM
Paranormal Erotica

When an elusive, never-before-recorded species of wolf appears
before Brandy's very eyes, she gives up everything to chase after
it. Finding herself in the wolf's den, she finds herself surrounded
by the pack and privy to a mind blowing secret. They're actually
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About
Brandy Corvin:

A
student majoring in feminist studies by day, smut writer by night,
Brandy Corvin ensures you'll never be bored with the
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world.

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* * * * *

The Shadow of the Wolf Part
1

By

Adriana Rossi

Copyright © 2012 by Adriana Rossi

* * * *
*

A warm breeze brushed his naked shoulder as the leaves stirred
in the wind. Buried in his recluse spot, he relished the sharp
smell of pine and the cloying scent of the jasmine bush that grew
like a weed along his property. He leaned back into the wooden
rocking chair and closed his eyes, listening to the
birds.

This is a perfect place to write my new
book
, he thought. Rob used to be a
construction worker. He had always wanted to earn his living
through writing, and after many years of hard work and saving up he
had finally bought this little cabin in the middle of nowhere and
quit his job. The cabin nestled in the woods was an ideal spot. He
had always craved isolation, and there was no one near for
miles.
Except for the lack of gay
guys
,
this place
is almost perfect.

The bottle of beer tipped precariously in his hand as his head
nodded. He roused himself enough to close the untouched journal and
set the bottle on the banister.
 
It was a balmy summer evening, the faint orange glow of the sun
warmed his skin and the prospect of taking a nap was very enticing.
He stretched out on the swinging bench and closed his
eyes.

Robert shuddered awake and drew back his feet. The evening fog
had rolled in and he found himself chilled to the bone. The
sunlight had faded from the cracks in the trees, and the sallow
color of moonlight washed over the forest, bathing him in white. He
pulled a nearby blanket over himself and shivered. There was
nothing but the symphony of crickets playing in the bushes, owls
momentarily
 
hooting. Suddenly, an eerie voice cut through the noise as if
there were hidden speakers in the forest. It was so loud that Rob
bolted upright, his heart hammering. Every creature in the forest
silenced as this phenomenon continued its mournful
howl.
 

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the voice dropped and
not a creature stirred in the darkness. He was torn between
curiosity and fear. This new development could provide him with
fodder for his writing, but whatever had made the noise sounded
dangerous. Against his better judgment, he decided to investigate
the sound. He turned on the porch lights and slowly ventured out of
the porch. His boots had just creaked on the first steps when he
heard a low growl near his feet.
 

Robert jumped a foot in the air and leaned precariously over
the railing. There, he saw a sight that made his blood chill. A
giant beast was curled up under his porch, its large menacing head
turned towards the porch steps. Its hackles were raised and Rob
could almost feel the growl rumbling through its giant
throat.
Why is it sitting there?
he thought.

Surely, it could just leave if it felt threatened. The
countless warnings he received from the rangers not to provoke the
wild animals in the forest ran through his head.

He jumped down and faced the beast. It was a common grey wolf,
but Rob had never seen one up close. He couldn't get over how large
the head was and the beautiful pattern of its coat. It snarled
viciously and attempted to stand on its four legs.

The powerful jaws snapped at him, saliva dripping down the
inch-long fangs. But the animal whimpered and collapsed. It was
then that he noticed the wolf's paw. It was a mass of blood and
fur; it looked like the wolf had been caught in some sort of animal
trap.
 

"Poor fella,"
 
Rob said in a sympathetic voice. He had always held a fondness
for dogs, though he had never been allowed to have one. He
felt childish glee rise inside him as he pictured himself nursing
the wolf back to health, teaching it tricks and earning the loyalty
of a fearsome beast. Ignoring its growls, Rob dashed inside his
cabin and fetched a bowl and filled it with water. He rummaged
through his fridge for something that a wolf would like.
A nice big bloody steak
,
he thought. But he didn't have any. The only meat he had was a
block of bacon. He slammed it on the kitchen counter and he began
carving thin strips—before realizing that wolves probably didn't
eat bacon and didn't care about how thin it was. He cut the thing
into quarters and ambled outside with four hunks of meat and a bowl
of water, half of its contents spilling out in his
excitement.

The wolf was still in the same spot, but it had retreated
further into the darkness. Rob could see its eyes glowing in the
darkness.

“
Hey, buddy,” he began in what he hoped was a friendly
voice.

Its eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice.

Rob gently dropped a hunk of meat on the floor. The wolf
startled from the noise but sniffed hopefully at the meat,
alternating between outright distrust and hunger.

“
That’s it, boy. Go on.” Rob stretched out a trembling hand.
“Nice dog.”

The wolf gnawed on the meat, paying him no notice. His fingers
had hardly brushed the animal’s fur before it whirled its great
head at him and snapped its jaws. Rob withdrew his fingers just in
time. The wolf’s growling filled his ears as he stared into its
blue irises. They were beautiful eyes. He stared at the wolf’s
thick pelt, longing to run his hands through the fur and wondering
what it would feel like.

Still growling, the wolf turned its attention to the bowl of
water and began lapping its tongue eagerly. Soon the bowl was
empty.

“
I’ll fill that for you!” he said cheerfully. Rob stretched his
hand and grabbed the bowl.

It happened in an instant. There was a vicious snarl and a
flash of fangs. Pain seared through his hand as the beast gnawed on
his bones. The wolf’s nose was crumpled, its lips curled in a
snarl. Rob drew back his fist and punched the wolf in the nose. It
whimpered and released him.

Rob staggered to the porch, cradling his aching hand. Several
deep puncture wounds were filling with blood. “Fuck!” he swore as
he ran inside. He ran water over his hands and scrubbed at the
wounds. It hurt like a bitch, but he gritted his teeth. He knew how
bite wounds could get infected. He wrapped his hand in gauze and
mentally cursed himself. What if the animal had rabies?

He eased himself into bed, shivering. The night passed with
fitful, restless sleep. When first light grazed his eyelids, he
shot upright and dressed. His hand was throbbing, and the pain had
traveled to his elbow. He splashed some cool water on his face and
left the cabin. The clinic was only a few miles away. First, he
made sure the wolf had disappeared, and indeed it had. There was no
sign of the beast.

* * *

“
Yeah, this is a bad bite, alright,” the doctor commented as
she turned his hand over. “How did this happen?”

Rob’s face suddenly flushed. He couldn’t exactly tell the
truth, could he? “I’m not really sure what I did. I was just
walking through the woods and it attacked me.”

The doctor’s skeptical gaze peered at him. “You wouldn’t have
happened to be feeding them, would you?”

“
Me?” he asked in an innocent voice. “No, ma’am I would never
do that.”

“
They’re wild animals,” she said in a stern voice. “If you get
them habituated to humans, more of these attacks will
occur.”

“
Mmm.”

She released his hand and rummaged through the cupboards.
“Right. Well, I’m going to rub some ointments on these wounds and
prescribe you some strong antibiotics. Be sure to take all of them,
and not stop when you start to feel better or it will get
worse.”

Rob moaned in pain as the doctor gently smeared the ointment
over his wounds. She pursed her lips at the wound, apparently
confused. Shaking her head, she dressed his wound and gave him a
slip of paper. “Come back in a week.”

* * *

He pushed away the unfinished plate of food and sat back on
the couch, shivering. He had inexplicably acquired a craving for a
bloody steak. He usually liked his steaks cooked medium; the sight
of blood made him feel ill. For some reason, his mind had changed
overnight. He had awoken craving the savory, iron taste of blood
rolling over his tongue.

So far, the ointment and drugs had done nothing for his arm.
It ached more than ever, and was getting worse.

A hard knock at the door startled him. Rob clutched his sheets
and stumbled towards the door, which was still banging
resolutely.

“
Jesus, I’m coming.” He yanked open the door with his good
arm.