ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (248 page)

              “We would like to see you again.”  Mark said.

“Please let us know when.  You are a beautiful woman and we would love to spend more time with you.”

“Ok.”

We walked through the door and I instantly spotted Sharae.  She walked up to us and looked at the three of us.  She looked straight at me and lifted one eyebrow giving me a questioning look.

              “What’s going on here? Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for the last hour.”

“Relax Sharae. I was outside with Austin and Mark. We were outside just having a good time.”

              “Well are you ready to skip out, I do have class tomorrow and it’s already pretty late.”

“Sure, we can go.” Of course the truth was that I didn’t want to leave because I was having such a good time, but since I did come with Sharae it was only right to leave with her. I quickly said good bye to the guys and gave Mark my phone number, then headed out the door with my exhausted roomie back up the road to campus.

When we got home,  I thought my roommate would go to bed, but instead she made a bee-line for me blocking my way to my room and sat me down rather gruffly on the couch. She was smiling so big and I didn’t know why maybe she got lucky tonight too and wanted to share that with me. Why not? It looked like a good night all around.

“So…” She said with her sly smile. I was a little taken aback by her look, but it was ok.

“So what?”

“Oh come on, don’t play that game. You, Austin, and Mark…what happened?” I didn’t say a word, I just covered my smile and it was clear that she could detect what was going on. Sharae jumped on top of our sofa and started dancing a happy jig on the couch.

“Oh my gosh, you did it didn’t you. You let the boys spread your hips? How was it? You have to tell me everything that went on out there.”

“There really isn’t much to tell…”

“But you did something didn’t you. Don’t try to lie about it, I can see right through you.”

“Ok, so maybe we did…”

“I knew it! I’m so proud of you! You went out there and took my advice about living it up to the fullest. What happened? I believe you when you said that you didn’t sleep with them, but what did you guys do, tell me I’m going crazy!”

I knew that Sharae was on pins and needles wondering about what happened between the three of us. At first I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell her everything, but I wound up spilling my guts about every single moment that we shared. Everything from them fighting over me to the fact that they were gentlemen that were serving me drinks out on the table. She was so excited for me, and it made me still feel a little bashful that I did what I did.

“I am beyond proud of you Miranda. Not only did you bag the first guy that you liked, but you also managed to get one of his frat brothers too. I told you, you should never be ashamed about all of that playground that you’re working with. Those guys clearly thought that you were the most beautiful thing in the room. Are you going to see them again? Or at least one of them?”

That was actually a very good question. You see, as much as I really wanted to go out with Austin, I wasn’t as impressed with him conversation-wise as I was with Mark. While Mark was the best at conversation, Austin was super hot and I loved sucking his cock. I didn’t know who I was going to choose, I felt conflicted about that. There was no telling either if the boys were going to be interested in me enough to want to call me back either. It did work both ways, and I hadn’t given it a thought when I left the party. Maybe it was a quick fling or maybe it wasn’t, but even if they didn’t call me back I was ok. Why? Because I was fitted with a new brand of confidence that I didn’t have when I first got here, and I was a far cry from the little insecure girl from St. Paul Minnesota.

“I don’t really know, but one thing is for sure I’ve had the time of my life, and Sharae, I owe it all to you.”

With that said, I gave her a huge hug and retired to my bedroom where I heard the sound of my phone buzzing from a series of messages. I smiled to myself one last time.

Whatever. I’ll check out who it is tomorrow. Nighty night.

THE END

Shifter Devotion

Jackson took me by the hand as he led me through the thicket behind the lake house. The moon, hallway full, shimmered over the water as ripples ran through it like thread through cloth; intertwining and cancelling each other out.

He pulled me up the porch as he whispered words of assurance.

“There is nobody here. We have the place to ourselves.”

I just nod at ever word he said as I battled with myself. This was wrong, I knew, but what could I do? He was a famous lawyer, everybody loved him, he was so popular, and he chose me with my red hair and pale skin.  I am a bit on the heavy side too, but I was really never bothered with it. I’m a tall woman with beautiful curves, and there certainly has been no shortage of men ogling them. I’ve never been ashamed of myself. What reason would I have to ever doubt who I am? My family loved me.  People in my neighbourhood didn’t mind me. People saw me for me, who I was as a person and not as just a big girl with red hair.

In high school I started to realize how different I was. I was an introvert, and spent more time alone than anyone else I knew; I was ok with that. As everyone else in my class was going on dates and talking about their latest make-out sessions, I stayed home reading and spending time with family. After high school, I decided not to go to college. My father needed me here.

My mother just died and all we had left of hers was the bar she tended. My father couldn’t stay there for long without breaking down, so me and my four other older brothers had to tend to it. Well, my brothers could have done it themselves but the problem was they weren’t really that bright. They all looked the same, red heads, with sun burnt skin and freckles across their faces. The eldest being the handsomer of the bunch, but that’s because he looked like mother the most, with soft hazel eyes and thick eyebrows. The other three looked very much their father, with tall frames and sharp dark eyes.

They’re good at other things though, like for instance, hunting. They were big game hunters. I’ve seen them bring home bears and elk and other huge beasts. But firing and aiming a shot gun or setting traps is a far cry from auditing and keeping tabs.

This lawyer, Jackson, came into our bar a few weeks ago and asked me out. He, one of the most popular people in town asked an ordinary barkeep out – wow! I was super excited at first, but then it started to shift. Insecurities have a weird way of getting the best of you. He was this gorgeous man, with a muscular body, dark hair and blue eyes. His perfectly styled hair, his polished shoes and smart suits, in comparison to who I was, terrified me. I started noticing my weight, how pale I was and my stringy red hair.

He didn’t mock me for it, but even that first night at the bar he let some small comments slip. “You should go jogging with me one time,” “I have a house near the lake; you can come over and sunbathe", or “I think you’d look prettier with darker hair.” I know he didn’t mean any offense, but to a woman who is just realizing that she had insecurities with all those things, they stabbed me like sharp knives.

So when he asked me to go with him to his lake house for a drink, I didn’t know what to do. I felt lucky just to have him even consider me. So I agreed, even though part of me was apprehensive.

He carefully opened the backdoor as he pulled me into his sprawling rest house. I looked around amazed at how everything looked so perfect. The art and antique furnishings were incredible.

“You like?” He asked as he grinned at my shocked face.

I turned to him and looked down shyly, “It’s beautiful”.

“No.” He said. “You’re beautiful.”

He grabbed me by the waist as he drew me close to his body. I could feel the heat of his groin pressing against me. His hand slowly reached under my shirt to softly caress my ample breasts over my lace bra. I felt a little tense and awkward until he reached his other hand up to my chin, guided my head upward and placed his lips softly against mine in a tender kiss. I melted.

He flung his jacket across the room. He loosened his neck tie as he stared at me lustfully. Feeling his eyes permeate through my being sent waves of sensation throughout my body and a throbbing in my sex.  I blushed from the attention and felt that I was starting to get wet. Part of me knew that this man would not be good for me, that he didn’t see me for who I truly was, but he was a “god”, giving me the attention that I craved. I battled with myself as he peeled his shirt off and revealed his half naked body, with his rippling muscles and his bulging arms.

He reached out to me again and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me standing exposed in my pink lace bra, my nipples hardened with anticipation. He pulled down one bra strap allowing my left breast to bounce free and immediately massaged it passionately as he kissed me harder parting my lips with his tongue and explored inside my mouth. My tongue met his and they danced playfully as his thumb and forefinger rolled my nipple, sending surges of pulsing energy straight to my clit. I began to press my hips closer to his body. I could feel his hard cock wanting to burst free from his designer jeans. He reached around my back and finally unlatched my bra with one quick movement and lowered his head to my right breast, sucking and nibbling on my erect nipple as his left hand explored every inch of my left tit. I moaned from the sensation of his touch and reached down to feel his rock hard member. I felt his penis pulsating against the fabric of his pants as I undid his belt and pushed down the zipper. I grabbed his dick, pleased with its length and girth. I stroked it a couple of times and ran my thumb over the tip, feeling the precum soaking through his boxers. I reached under the waistband of his boxers and set his cock free as it sprung hard and proud towards me.

Jackson swiftly guided me to the sofa behind us and pressed his body on top of mine, kissing me passionately. With one hand giving generous attention to my right breast, the other hand glided down my body to reach the zipper on the side of my skirt. He skilfully unzipped it with one hand and pulled the skirt off my feet and onto the floor. He massaged my sex, feeling my hot pussy through soaking wet lace and drove his tongue deeper into my mouth. He then kneeled on the floor and used both hands to spread my legs and caress my thighs. As his hands moved smoothly toward my groin, he slid his fingers under my panties and made circular motions over my clit and ran his fingers through my folds. This sent juices flowing as I massaged my own breasts and looked him in the eye. I smiled coyly and licked my top lip. Jackson grabbed the top of my panties and slowly removed them all the way off of my feet.

With our eyes locked, Jackson lowered his head and started to make a trail of small kisses and licks from my ankle all the way up to the top of my thighs. He teasingly grazed his lips over my labia as he lightly kissed the inside of my other thigh. Unable to take it any longer, I guided his head directly to my pussy. He parted my folds with his tongue and danced it around my clit. He sucked and nibbled on my hard, longing bud and slid his finger into my wet and inviting vagina. He explored my inner walls and found my most sensitive spot, running his finger along it as he moved his fingers in and out of me in a pleasing rhythm. He reached his other hand up to my left breast and tweaked my nipple as I moaned with heated desire. I thrust my hips toward his mouth and he moved his tongue in quick flicks over my clit. His finger flicked my pebbled nipple at the same pace, sending me over the edge in ecstasy. My breath quickened as I grasped his head and pushed it harder into my pussy. He suctioned my pussy lips with his mouth and with two more strong flicks of his tongue I was sent over the edge. I moaned loudly as I came and felt juices flowing freely from my sex. I wanted him inside me.

I reached out to grasp his rock-hard cock and swiftly guided it to my slit. With no hesitation he drove his dick deep inside me as I breathed out heavily in pleasure. “Yes, more,” I moaned as we started to find a rhythm, with me gyrating my hips toward him every time his cock pressed into me. He grinned with pleasure as his dick easily slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy. As he hovered over me I could feel the heat emanating from his body and could see his heart beating strongly in his chest. I reached my arms around his back and guided him to flip over. We moved in one smooth motion with me ending up on top, his dick still deep inside. Straddling him, I laid my hands on his chest and felt his tight pecs and began riding his cock. Jackson’s hands grasped my tits and massaged them eagerly as I moved my pussy up and down his cock over and over and over. We moved in unison as the pace quickened and juices flowed like a waterfall from my sex. Not able to contain my ecstasy any longer I closed my eyes and threw my head back, gasping with passion as I was overcome with a powerful orgasmic release. It sent waves of energy from the crown of my head all the way to the tips of my toes, and Jackson’s release was not too far behind. With three more thrusts, he grunted and came hard. I could feel his warm juices mixing with mine inside of me. We collapsed on the couch breathing heavily, our moist skin glistening in the moonlight that peaked through the window. Although the sex was incredibly hot, I knew in my heart he was not the man for me.