ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (72 page)

BOOK: ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)
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              Again the two werewolves shifted momentarily into beast form and then back into human form and vanished from her room. Vanessa lay on her bed completely spent and covered in sweat and the creamy, thick cum of the beasts. Though she was not allowed to nor given an opportunity to climax that night either, she felt her body racked with exhaustion from the intense experience. She also realized something else too: she was starting to really get into this nightly sinful, forbidden orgy. She loved the fact that she was being teased and punished sexually; she felt like her body was being truly appreciated.

 

              These nightly visits continued everyday and Vanessa found herself liking it more and more as each day passed, until she realized that they were on their onward journey back to Manaus. The full moon’s night was approaching and Vanessa wondered if this was the perfect opportunity for her to get rid of this curse, but then she started wondering, did she really wanted to get rid of them? She looked forward to each night with her tormentors and even though they didn’t allow her to climax, the experience she shared with them was unparalleled.

              When they finally reached the destination of the temple, Vanessa had already made up her mind not to get rid of the curse. She bade farewell to the temple, but she resolved to keep its guards for herself. After all Chochmo said they would hound her wherever she went and she wanted them to hound her, torment her and tease her forever.

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

Desires Revealed

Chapter 1 First Touch

Just as she stepped out of the subway station, the heavens opened up and Annabella was completely drenched in seconds. Grateful that she had warn her raincoat and brought her brolly. Then, she decided against opening it up, it was far too windy and she knew from past experience it would be blown inside out in no time, and she’d spend ten minutes looking a fool as she battled with it. She did not want that experience today, of all days.

 

Hoping that the weather wasn’t some sort of bad omen, she walked a fast pace, trying to get to her destination before she was late, she couldn't be late today, not on her first day. It wasn’t easy to walk the wet and slippy pavement with high heels, but she really wanted to make a good impression on her new colleagues, and turning up in big boots would not be the best way to do that.

 

This was her first job since she’s graduated, and she really wanted to make if work. Many of her friends were still unemployed, but she’d been one of the lucky ones. The salary wasn't great but it was a large company, with many prospects for the right person, and she believed she was just that. She felt young and the world was there to be taken. Who cares about a few drops of rain.

 

Passing through the glass doors she found herself in the reception, the she’d entered some few weeks earlier for her interview. A little less nervous this time, but still she had little tremors of butterflies in her tummy, with the anticipation of meeting new people.

She approached the security guy on reception, who looked up her name on a computer. He directed her to the lift and told her to go to the third floor, someone would meet her at the reception for that floor. Walking over to the elevator, she noticed the doors about to close, so picked up her pace and rushed to stop them, arriving just as they closed shut. Her touching he button mush have caused them to open up again, and a robotic voice commanded that she, “please stand away from the door,” so they could close again. Dashing between them, she found herself on the inside, phew, she made it.

 

“Sorry,” she said, looking at the two men already in the elevator. “I didn’t want to miss it as it’s my first day, and I don’t want to be late,” she smiled at them. “It’s bad enough that I look like a drowned rat,” she realized she was babbling at these two poor guys, but she couldn't help herself, she always babbled when nervous.

 

Both men looked at her, slightly bemused, and she wondered what a sight she must look, her coat sodden wet and dripping pools of water onto the elevator floor.

 

The men said nothing, just looked at each other and smiled. She hoped others here would be more friendly, otherwise she was going to hate this job. She couldn't work somewhere that was like that.

 

Nonplussed by there attitude, she introduced herself.

 

“Hi, I’m Annabella and I want floor three, if you don’t mind pressing the button for me,” she said to one of them, as the elevator began to rise.

 

One of the guys, the taller of the two, reached forward and pressed the button with the number three on, it lit up confirming the destination.

 

She noted that they both wore expensive suits, probably Fioravanti’s, these guys certainly weren't office boys. Both men were handsome, well manicured and smelled of expensive cologne.

 

The robotic female voice interrupted her thoughts, informing her that they had reached floor three, and the doors opened. She looked out onto a busy corridor, people milling around everywhere and each seemed to have a purpose. Now she was here, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to be, she felt unsure of herself. With a sudden urge to press the close-door button and return to the ground floor, never to come back here ever again, entered her thoughts. Whilst all these nerve shattering thoughts passed through her brain, the doors slowly closed.

 

“Ahem,” one of the guys behind her cleared his throat. “Now your gonna be late, change your mind, or the wrong floor?” he asked.

 

“Er... no. I just erm... I need to find a floor with a bathroom first,” she stuttered, knowing her excuse sounded lame.

 

“This is a modern building, Annabella, there are bathrooms on every floor,” the quiet one spoke for the first time. His voice was deep and commanding, but it had a friendly tone to it. Annabella turned and looked at him. He was tall and broad, with well defined facial features and firm nose, with a strong jaw line. The best surprise was his sparkling blue eyes, they lit up his whole face when he smiled back at her. Annabella was a little taken aback by his attractiveness, he really was one handsome hunk, though he probably knew it.

 

“Oh, good, that’s good. Then I’ll go back to my own floor on my way back down,” she explained.

Unfortunately these guys were going to the top floor and the rest of the journey was conducted in silence. Now she was most certainly going to be late, there was no escaping that this was her won fault.

 

Finally, they reached the top floor and both the men left the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, the quiet handsome one turned back to speak to her.

 

“You want me to buzz down and tell them you got the wrong floor?”

 

“Oh, no, that’s fine. I’ll explain when I get there,” she said, nervously.

He took her hand in his and shook her gently by her fingers.

 

“Welcome to the company, Annabella, I’m sure you’ll be very happy here,” he said, giving her a sexy, lopsided smile.

 

They left the elevator and the doors closed, leaving her with a pair of jelly legs. She touched the place on her fingers where he had held them, thinking of the exciting jolt she experienced, when their fingers had met. Pressing button number three, the elevator began to descend. All her thoughts were on the sexy guy, who had just welcomed her to the company.

Chapter 2 An Invitation Not to be Refused

All thoughts of her experience in the elevator that morning soon disappeared, as she was broken into her first day at the office. Annabella’s first impressions were that she liked most of her new colleagues, but she had taken an instant dislike to her new boss. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was female, or female and sexy or simply because she was female and sexy and knew it. The name, Fortune, seemed to suit her well, because she seemed to have a money grabbing kinda personality. The best thing she could do, was try to keep out of her way.

 

Everyone else seemed friendly and made her feel welcome. They had laughed when she explained she had ended up on the wrong floor this morning, that was all except for Fortune, she had not been amused. Instead she had kindly offered to overlook the lateness, on her first day. Clearly, her boss expected her to be grateful at such a kind gesture, which she guessed were few and far between. So, she had got off on the wrong foot and there was nothing to be done about it.

 

Within a week, Annabella felt like she had worked there forever, and was glad not to be working directly for Fortune. Being a mere minion of a secretary, such a big boss would have little interest in her, so she felt safe from her claws.

 

As Annabella specialized in Minute taking, she didn’t have to spend much time in the office and often took her work home, to translate her notes back into the final document. This worked out well as it meant she could often leave the office early, and do the work on her own computer at home. The company encouraged this type of home working. However, If it were up to Fortune, no one would escape the clutches of the clock, but when it came down to it, Fortune was a mere minion, just like everyone else.

 

It was another rainy morning when Annabella arrived at work to find a note on her desk, from the dreaded Fortune. It seemed that her usual Personal Assistant was ill, so she was requested to come and and take the Minutes of a meeting later that day. Annabella’s stomach sank, right to the bottom of her feet. She was not surprised at Fortune’s PA’s sickness, Fortune was enough to make anyone feel ill, but she was surprised that she had ended up pulling the short straw. No doubt it was because she was the newest member of staff, and therefore unable to refuse.

 

Sat at her desk, feeling sorry for herself, another message arrived, this one demanding that she go to Fortune’s office, now, for a briefing. The young man who handed her the message looked on in pity. Probably everyone in the entire building pitied her.

 

With a brave face she picked up pen and pad and set off to the end of floor, where Fortune’s office overlooked all. When she arrived, she could hear her boss laughing with her cell phone glued to her ear, obviously talking to a male, by the sounds of her purring. Annabella tapped lightly on the door and Fortune waved her in, like she was a Queen residing in her throne room.

“Yes, Iliaro,” Fortune’s voice has taken on an excited tone, “I have my secretary coming with, see you both this evening, chow, darling,” she put the phone down, looking mighty pleased with herself. “Aah, enter dear Annabella, I have some splendid news to share with you,” she summoned.

 

Annabella stepped cautiously into the lion’s den.

 

“You’ve been chosen to come along and assist me in very important business meeting,” she announced, as if she was doing her a big favor. “Do you have something nicer than those clothes to wear, I need you looking at your very best?”

 

“If you let me know when it is, Fortune, I’ll try to make sure I look the part, but you really can’t get more of a respectable office look, than the style I have on today,” Annabella knew she was being a little too forward, and secretly hoped that Fortune would ask for someone else.

“It’s this evening dear, do keep up, and its at Per Se. You know, it takes months to get a table booked at that restaurant, so I want you to look a million dollars. Is that possible with your wardrobe?” Fortune pointed a long a painted finger nail at Annabella’s clothing.

 

“Why would I take business Minutes in a restaurant?” Annabella asked, confused.

 

“Well, you wouldn’t would you, silly girl. Now, scoot, go home and get yourself smartened up a little, something suitable for a high class restaurant and first class company.”

 

Fortune’s long nails pointed the way to the door as she dismissed Annabella without further ado.

 

Annabella really did not want to attend this meeting, and why should she work at those sort of hours without being asked first? In reality she knew better than to argue, but inside she was seething. Resigned to the fact that there was no one to go to complain about it, at such short notice, she approached her desk readying to pack her bags and go home to change. Not that she had any clothing that Fortune would approve of, but she’d better make the effort. No wonder her PA was off sick today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3 Joyful and Happy

A cab arrived to pick Annabella up from her apartment, and she’d better be ready in time, so Fortune had instructed on her answer phone.

 

This was unfair, forcing her to work on an evening, even if the meeting was at one of the finest restaurants in town. The fact that is was Friday night meant that no one was in the office tomorrow, so her complaint would have to wait, while she fumed over the weekend.

 

Arriving at the reception of the fancy restaurant, she could understand why her boss had insisted on her wearing her best clothes, of which luckily she had. Though, she had tried to keep the office look with a black mini dress, with a double row of brass buttons all the way up the front and on the ends of the long sleeves. However, it did have a rather plunging neckline so she would never wear it to the office. To add to the more casual look, she wore her long hair lose, so it could fall over her cleavage and hide away some of the bare flesh that would be on display. This was not something she would do at the office, because her hair was too long, reaching down to the nape in her back, so she always tied it up, but this called for an evening look. Her hair was one of her attractive features, long, blonde and naturally curly. She got it from her mother’s side. Occasionally she had an urge to cut it all off, but her mother would never forgive her, so she had learned to live with it.

 

A dandy looking waiter led her to the table, and as she approached, she could hear Fortune’s deep voice, always loud, it was unmistakable. Though it wasn’t how glamorous Fortune looked that shocked Annabella when she arrived at the table, it was who was sat at the table with her. She had forgotten all about her run in with the two handsome guys in the elevator, on her first day at work. Yet, here they were, being entertained by her boss.

 

“Aahh, here you are, my darling,” Fortune’s voice rang out in a false welcoming tone. “Now then, my darlings, I want you to meet one of my new recruits,” the long, painted finger nails were directed at Annabella. “This is Annabella Harriot. Her father’s English so that may be why she speaks odd. Come on dear, do sit down.”

 

Annabella was lost for words. Did she speak odd, she never thought she did. Maybe she was just too refined for Fortune.

The quiet one turned and smiled at her and her heart simply melted, she had forgotten just how good looking he was.

“We have met with Annabella, briefly,” he stood and offered Annabella his hand, the perfect gentleman.

 

“Ahh, yes, Miss Indecisive,” the other guy said. She blushed at his name calling. “I hope you weren't in too much trouble for being late on your first day?”

 

Annabella quickly glanced at Fortune, who stared at her malevolently. She had lectured her over being late and it was tempting to embarrass her by indulging this information, but decided to say nothing.

She sat down and one of handsome hunks poured her a glass of wine.

 

“My name is Iliaro, which means joyful and happy, and that’s exactly what I am,” the she sat next to informed her. “You will never experience a dull moment in my company, Annabella. My amico here is Giovanno, and he is far too serious, you do not want to be interested in him.”

 

Annabella smiled at Iliaro’s forwardness, she liked him, he truly was joyful and she relaxed instantly, almost forgetting that Fortune was at the table. Iliaro was attentive to her all evening. He poured her wine and he helped her to choose her dishes.

 

The evening was wonderful, the food perfect and the company charming. She was unsure of the reason behind the meeting, but asked no questions. Happy now, to have been invited, she simply sat back and allowed Iliaro to entertain her. She enjoyed his attention but couldn't help glancing over at Giovanno, occasionally. Although it seemed that every time she looked over at him, he was looking at her. Was he watching her, she wondered? Surely not. He was way above her league, his suit alone must be worth a few months of her salary, and it was a different suit to the expensive one he had on in the elevator. Fortune seemed to be fawning over him all night, laughing too loud at his jokes, it was quite embarrassing and she felt sorry for Giovanno. As Annabella watched them she saw him seemingly concentrating on whatever discussion he was having with fortune but still, his eyes kept wandering towards her, and she quivered at the very thought of a man like him being interested in a girl like her.

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