ROMANCE: The Lion's Chosen Mate (Paranormal Lion Shapeshifter New Adult Contemporary Romance) (Shapeshifter Mystery Alpha Lion Romance) (16 page)

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They say that the world is full of mysteries. There is some kind of adventure taking place in the world right now. The world that we all live in is full of things we can’t explain. Science surely has made a lot of progress in the past, but it can’t truly justify the occurrence of paranormal. A lot of scientists deny the existence of paranormal being, as they can’t find any pragmatic reason to justify it. But the truth is that there are a few things that are beyond the explanation of science. Paranormal beings like werewolves, witches, vampires, shifters, and more exist between us. They go unseen as that random stranger that you might have seen on the street a few days back. They could be your neighbor or your best friend, hiding their darkest secret from you. They live amongst us, being a part of our society, hiding their existence.

Tara was one of those paranormal beings as well. She was a witch, the successor of an Old Russian witch clan who moved to North America post World War II. When her grandmother moved from Moscow to New York, she had no idea that she would fall in love with Leo, a true werewolf who originated from Brazil. Together, they created an entire life for themselves. They gave birth to Tara’s mother, the first blood of its kind. She turned out to be one of the most powerful witches of all realms, and under her mother’s protection, she was able to evolve her skills in the best way. Everyone had high expectations for her until the unthinkable happened – she fell in love with a human. It was an abomination for a paranormal to fall in love with a human as it might compromise with the secrecy as well as the power of their blood. They eloped and gave birth to Tara.

When Tara turned out to be a witch, her parents couldn’t be any more proud, since the amalgamation of human and paranormal blood can cause an unforeseen complication. Her mother taught her everything she knew about the paranormal world before she realized she couldn’t run anymore. As Tara’s father grew old, and her mother realized that she couldn’t save him, she decided to kill herself on his deathbed. Tara’s parents died together in love, leaving her alone.

She was living in an old house near Nashville. It was a peaceful locality nearby the outskirts of the town. Tara was a pure witch and couldn’t age. She was 22 from the last few years and was living in pure isolation. She didn’t want to interact with people much. Knowing that she was the daughter of one of the most powerful witches who had ever walked on the face of the earth, she would practice her craft almost every day. She had a garden in the backyard that would have all kind of herbs that a true witch needed to do magic. She thought that she had made an entire world for herself until the unthinkable happened that changed one thing: everything.

It was one of the usual weekend nights for Tara. She was getting back from her evening walk, a part of her daily ritual that used to help her to connect with Mother Nature when she saw someone outside her house. Her senses were elevated as she came closer to the figure. She knew that something was wrong that night, but couldn’t exactly figure out what was happening.

As she saw a man lying down in a bad shape in front of her porch, she didn’t know what to do. “Are you alright?” she asked him in her peculiar accent. She wanted to make sure if the stranger was fine or not. As she turned him around, she realized that he was bleeding. His face was composed of a few scars and he was almost naked. Tara looked at his muscular body and chiseled muscles and inhaled his essence.

“Werewolf, what are you doing here?” she asked him as she realized that the man was a paranormal like her. She tried to wake him up a couple of times, but the man didn’t utter a word. She checked his nostrils and lungs to make sure if he was alive or not.

“You are a tough wolf!” she said when she realized that he was breathing heavily even after getting so brutally attacked. She turned around to make sure if they were alone or not and used a magical spell to open the door.

“You are not dying, not on my watch!” she whispered in his ears and took him in. Her clothes were covered with his blood. There were several gunshots and wounds all over his body that were streaming out blood.

She cleared her central table and placed his body on it to get a clear look at the wounds. “Who would do something like this to you?” she said as she examined his body that was penetrated with numerous silver bullets. Normal bullets can’t harm a werewolf and she knew that he was being attacked by a group of hunters, who possess dangerous platinum and silver weapons that can harm a paranormal exponentially.

She knew that she had to act fast else she could end up losing the werewolf forever. There was no connection between the both of them, they had never met before, but Tara could feel connected to the man. She had to save him, there wasn’t any alternative left. She tried to examine his body to know more about the stranger. Usually, werewolves have tattoos about their pack or any significant history, but she couldn’t find anything at all about the strange man.

“Don’t tell me you are a lone wolf. It’s not a surprise you were caught by hunters without your pack,” she said while cleaning his wound with some spirit.

The moment the magical spirit touched his wounds, it imparted an intense amount of irritation and pain to the wolf that lay there in his human form.

“Ah! No!” he said and started breathing heavily as Tara was cleansing his body with the spirit.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble, but this is necessary,” she said and tried to calm him down. She quickly went to her garden and came back with some hand-picked herbs.

“I know what you need. Trust me!”

She prepared something on the stove with those herbs and gave it to him.

“Drink this, please. This will make you unconscious and you won’t feel any pain. I can simply take the bullets out and heal you without letting you feel the pain,” she said looking at his dark eyes. For a moment, their eyes met, and as he looked at his own reflection in Tara’s ocean blue eyes, he knew that he was safe. He opened his mouth and drank the liquid that put him in an unconscious state. He closed his eyes and let Tara do her magic. He was finally relaxed, knowing that he’d be alright when he would open his eyes.

As Ralph closed his eyes, the flashbacks of the last night started to appear. He knew that he was dying as he knew how before dying one gets the flashback of his life. He could remember it all – the moment he laid his eyes on his parents to how he discovered he was a werewolf, he could remember the first time he met his pack or the time he made love to one of the fellow female werewolves on the pack. But most importantly, he could remember how a group of hunters attacked their pack and isolated a few wolves. He would see how he ran towards the city, hoping to escape the hunters. But they were so many and he was the only wolf. They attacked him with their specialized weapons and shot him with silver bullets that slowed him down.

As he finally entered the city, he realized that he had escaped the hunters, but was devoid of energy. He could die any moment and then stopped. He lay unconscious in front of a house, with a will to carry on his life. He could hear Tara in the background casting several spells at the same time, trying her best to cure him. She knew that he was a paranormal, and the loss of his life would be an unforgettable loss. Suddenly, there was a moment of silence – he couldn’t hear or feel anymore. The liquid started to enter his system, making him unconscious. It was darkness everywhere. He was sure that it was his hand. He couldn’t abandon the darkness anymore, so darkness he became.

“Are you alright?” he heard an angelic voice as he tried to open his eyes. It was sunny outside and he could see a halo forming behind the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He looked at the stunning face and knew that he was in heaven. He could look at those ocean blue eyes for the rest of his life, play with her long blonde curls, kiss those red lustrous lips, and make love to her charming face that had an aura of its own.

“I am… you… who are you?” he tried to ask her.

“Don’t worry, you are safe. I found you last night outside my porch. I thought that you have died for a moment, but then I tried to cure you. I think I succeeded.”

He couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. He was in an entirely different world. “Am I dead?” he asked her.

“Ah! No, of course not!” she giggled.

“Why does it feel like I am dead and in heaven? You are so beautiful like an angel!” he was still half unconscious and Tara smiled, knowing his state of mind.

“Uhm. Well, thank you! Can you tell me your name?” she asked her in order to get some details. She wanted to let his pack members know about his safety so that they could fetch him home.

“Can you tell me about your pack? I have tried healing you, but I am not an expert werewolf witch. I know your pack must be having dedicated witches and warlocks to cure you. If you can tell me anything about your pack, then I can try to contact them,” she wanted to help him, but he was not giving many signs of improvement.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. There was a constant headache that he was fighting with and just wanted to close his eyes. The more he would try to regain his consciousness, the more pain he would experience owing to the wounds. He finally decided not to fight it anymore and let it all sink in.

“Ralph. My name is Ralph,” he breathed out profoundly to let her know his name. He couldn’t speak anymore and closed his eyes in order to sleep. Tara didn’t interrupt him anymore. She knew that disturbing him will only hinder the process of healing.

He didn’t say anything about his pack, which made Tara assume that Ralph didn’t belong to any pack at all. Choosing a wolf pack is the most sacred ritual for any werewolf – it a part of their identity and defines them for the rest of their lives. Some werewolves automatically choose the pack of their werewolves, while a few go out to discover them and select a pack. She knew some werewolves who chose a pack even before turning into a werewolf for the first time but also knew a few lonely wolves that were devoid of any pack and had decided to stay stag. Asking a werewolf about their packs and past several times is considered extremely impolite in paranormal norms.

Tara knew that if Ralph was not telling her about his pack, then there must be a very strong reason behind it. There was no tattoo or identity symbol on his body to depict his belonging to a pack. Tara also noticed how Ralph dodged the question about his pack. She finally concluded that Ralph must have been a lonely wolf, a stag, and decided to never ask him about his pack again. She didn’t want to disturb him by asking the haunting questions about his past. She wanted Ralph to live in the present and get healed as soon as he could so that he could commence his life once again.

“Don’t worry! You will be alright in a few days. I promise you!” she said and started applying the paste of a few herbs that she had prepared for his wounds in order to heal them. Tara kept looking at Ralph and all his masculinity. She had covered his body with a blanket and could see his chiseled chest, the thin hairline on his chest, his bulging biceps, and amazing body. Even at such a fragile state, he looked like Adonis. He had a dusky body and short black hair, a flawless jawline, and effortlessly sexy arms. Tara was already turned on by his mere presence. She could feel an extremely strong cosmic connection between the two of them. She couldn’t find any rational explanation behind it, but knew – just knew that there was something between the two of them which she was not able to comprehend at that moment.

As Ralph closed his eyes, Tara kept looking at him and touched his face. She started brushing her hands on his forehead in order to make him feel comfortable. She finally passed a kiss on his forehead in the most romantic way. “Get well soon, Ralph!” she called him by his name for the first time, knowing that it would be the beginning of an interesting journey.

The next couple of days passed in the same way. Ralph would wake up for a few hours and they would talk. Tara would keep asking him about his well-being and how he got himself into such a mess. All Ralph knew that he was attacked by a group of hunters and in order to escape them, he entered the city area and landed in front of her house.

He was walking on a line between the state of consciousness and sleep. He would sleep for the entire day sometimes and lay wide awake at nights. Sometimes, while resting, he would get nightmares, but would soon realize that all those nightmares were not real when he would look at Tara. Ralph was getting attracted to her every day. He would find a strange sense of peace and solace in her presence. With every day, he would get better as Tara did everything in her power to heal him without letting him experience any pain.

“When will I be fine? When can I turn back to my wolf form?” he finally asked her one day. It was almost a week now since they both were together and Ralph was showing signs of fast healing.

“Uhm… I don’t know. I am not an expert of the wolf-craft. I have seen you healing like a pro in the last few days. You have really healed exponentially and there are just a few minor injuries left. Do you feel strong enough to turn to your wolf form?” she asked him.

Ralph tried to examine his body and looked at her for a moment. “I think I can do this. If I turn to my wolf form and stay that way, even for a night, it will help me a lot to heal. Our senses are elevated in our wolf forms and it helps us heal and recover faster than our human forms,” he said and stood up.

“You are right. Do you want to do it right now?” Tara couldn’t even finish her sentence when she saw Ralph walking towards the backyard.

“Okay! We are doing it right now!” she followed him as he opened the back door. She had a huge garden in her backyard, isolated from the entire world, where she used to cultivate the essential she needed as a witch.

Ralph let go of his shirt and Tara couldn’t stop admiring his muscles. He also threw his shorts and looked at her.

“Are you ready?” he asked her, as he stood in front of her completely naked.

“Oh! I am ready for whatever you want me to do!” she said in an amusing way, looking at his long and thick dick.

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckled and looked at the moon for some inspiration. He didn’t want to howl loudly even when the wolf in him wanted to. He didn’t want to let anyone know about his existence in the neighborhood as that could compromise with their safety. He closed his eyes to imagine his wolf form at its supremacy and started turning.

It was the first time when Tara saw Ralph turning to a wolf. She looked at him as his bones twisted apart and his body was stretched. His teeth and nails started to grow and his limbs started to deform. Ralph didn’t utter a sound, he didn’t scream at all, even when he was experiencing excruciating pain.

In the next minute, Ralph turned into a huge black wolf. He had a lustrous spotless black fur that even put the darkness of the night to shame. She looked at his eyes, and they were just the same –dark and black as Ralph’s. She walked towards him and saw his long and sharp claws. He had a perfect jaw with sharp teeth. She couldn’t believe that there was a wolf in her garden.

She passed a kiss on his forehead and for the first time in their consciousness, their bodies touched. As Tara kissed him, Ralph would experience a thousand emotions of love. He felt gratitude and care, he felt belongingness and affection, but most significantly, he felt love. He was being loved by Tara and at that moment, in his wolf form, he realized how much he was in love with her too.

With her lips still pressing on his forehead, Ralph turned back to his human form. As he turned, Tara opened her eyes to witness the change. Ralph wasn’t wearing anything at all. He stood there, absolutely naked in front of her and couldn’t wait to make love to her. He could feel his senses getting elevated as he walked closer and felt Tara’s breaths falling on his chest.

“I wanted to do this for so long!” he said and he locked her lips with his. Tara completely surrendered to Ralph, as he held her tightly in his embrace. Tara knew that there was a strange connection between the two of them, the moment she laid her eyes on him.

“Oh God Ralph! You smell so nice, so raw, and yet so mesmerizing!” she whispered in his ears while massaging his long dick. Ralph had the body of a Greek God. He looked absolutely stunning without any shred of extra fat or unwanted bulk. His body was chiseled into perfection and there wasn’t a single thing that Tara would change for him. She looked at his deep black eyes that could put some thousand black holes to shame. Tara would see both, the end and the beginning of time in his eyes and she kept kissing him and playing with his body.

Ralph wanted to feel Tara’s skin brushing his chest too. He unzipped her trousers and let go of her blouse that fell on the opposite side of the garden. “You look so beautiful!” he said and he unhooked her bra and threw it away. Gently, and without letting her know, he completely undressed her in her own garden. They could sense the warmth of the sun falling on their skin and the fresh herbs were imparting the perfect ambiance for an unforgettable lovemaking.

As Ralph completely undressed Tara, he couldn’t get more excited. He started playing with her skin, making invisible circles on it and licking it with his tongue. Tara was the most delicious thing that he had ever tasted and wanted to savor each and every inch of her skin in pleasure. He touched her breasts and licked the tip of her nipples.

“Oh, Ralph! You will kill me now!” she moaned as her nipples got erect in POSEIDON.

“I have just started baby,” he said and he squeezed her breasts with his hands. Tara was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He wanted to kiss her and make love to her wildly, the moment he saw her after gaining consciousness. For a moment, he thought that Tara was an angel sent from up above to save him, and maybe she was. She was nothing but a guardian angel to Ralph, who helped him heal and brought her back to life again with her immense powers.

He looked at her ocean blue eyes and her fair skin that reflected the sun’s lustrous rays, making her entire body glitter. Ralph could see an aura surrounding Tara’s bright skin and he knew that she was nothing but an angel at that moment. “You are my angel!” he said while kissing her breasts and playing with her blonde curls. Her beautiful hair was gorgeously resting on her shoulders, covering a part of her left breast. Ralph started playing with them while licking her nipples.

“Oh! I want to taste you, baby!” he said and started to suck her breasts. As Tara’s nipples went inside Ralph’s steaming hot mouth, she felt that she would literally melt inside. She moaned out loud as she had never felt anything so amazing in her life. She had sex in the past with a few men, but no one was able to ignite that amount of unadulterated heat in her body.

As Ralph continued sucking her breast, she felt like her entire body was set on fire. She was shining brighter than the sun and could put some thousand galaxies to shame with her glory. It was the first time when she was making love to a paranormal and could clearly see the difference, as the POSEIDON was incomparable.

“Oh my God, Ralph! Ah!” she kept moaning as Ralph lay her down while sucking her breasts and playing with her vagina. He started to rub it with his hands and then thought of making some space for his dick. He started to finger it and kept pressing it inside her hole, exploring her insides.

Tara would feel the wet soil touching her skin. She was caught between the coldness of the Mother Nature and the hotness of Ralph, the werewolf who was exploring the parts of Tara’s body that were unexplored by her. He kept fingering inside her vagina and made her moan. As she was screaming, Ralph was getting more excited. It was acting like a booster for him as he knew that he was taking Tara to another level of pleasure.

Ralph finally let go of Tara’s breasts as it turned red. Tara’s gorgeous white skin turned red and was covered with numerous love-bites. It felt like they were Ralph’s marks and he wanted to conquer each and every inch of her body. Tara wanted to do it too. She wanted to mark her territory on Ralph’s body so that no other woman could do the same. She wanted to make Ralph her and only her.

She dug her nails into his back furiously and he started to bleed. The moment she pulled her hands, all his wounds got healed and only a few scars left. They weren’t just scars, they were Tara’s marks on his skin. She kept licking his chest and passed numerous kisses on his sculptured body. As she kept massaging his dick with her hands, she could feel it getting erect. A thick stream of blood entered his cock, making it even harder.

She looked at his enormous dick that was waiting for Tara. It looked at its best position – long, thick, cut, and beating profoundly. Tara licked his balls and then took his long dick in her mouth. She could taste an amazing essence coming out of his dick that was satisfying her. The witch in her got turned on and she inhaled Ralph’s enigmatic sense and licked the tip of his dick that made him shiver. She knew that she had the key to Ralph’s pleasure and was holding the peak of his masculinity in her hands. She started massaging his dick while sucking it wildly.

“Tara, you are the sexiest woman in this world. You are amazing. You are magic!”  Ralph said and Tara kept sucking his dick wildly and taking him to another level. He had never been sucked by any other woman like that. Tara was a witch; she was dominant and knew what she was doing. She didn’t start gradually and then took it ahead. Even the first stroke was wild as she savored his hard dick in her mouth and sucked wildly.

After a few minutes, Ralph knew that he wanted to fuck Tara and couldn’t hold any longer. He held her by her ass and slapped it. Tara smiled as she got turned on by that and let his dick go.

“I want to fuck you wildly, babe!” he said and laid her down. They could both feel the wetness of the garden on their skin, which elevated their senses. There were several herbs that were cultivated in the garden. Those magical herbs were imparting a great sense and certainly elevating their pleasure.

Ralph stretched Tara’s legs and started to penetrate her. He had a long dick and he wanted to take it slow, as he didn’t want to hurt Tara at all. She was breathing profoundly and kept looking at Ralph’s sexy face as he entered inside her.

“Ah! Ralph!” she screamed out loud and plucked a few roots from her hands. Her fist was full of soil as she wanted to get inspired by nature in order to make love to Ralph. He finally entered Tara’s vagina and touched the most sensitive part of her inside with the tip of his dick. Erect and thick, his dick could feel an outlandish sensation as he entered inside. He started to pace up and continued fucking her wildly, as Tara moaned out loud.

He could feel a thousand orgasms in one as he kept entering her. With every second, he could make a harder stroke and would pace up his speed. He started fucking her harder and faster every time. He was playing with her breasts with his hands were squeezing them hard. He would touch her nipples that were already erect. Tara closed her eyes and entered a surreal state of trance. She knew that she was at the peak of her orgasm. Ralph had made her visit the kind of places that she thought never existed. It was not just sex for her, it was love, and it was magic.

She was breathing heavily, as Ralph was penetrating her hard and kept fucking her wildly. There was a moment of silence as she stopped moaning. She was levitating and experiencing magic at its best. She wasn’t feeling pain or discomfort, it was just pleasure. She wanted to experience something like that for the rest of her life. It was incomparable.

As Ralph saw Tara closing her eyes, he knew that she was experiencing an amazing orgasm. He wanted to get a touch of the same feeling, and got to know how outlandish it was when he closed his eyes. He kept pacing up his speed and started making every stroke count, as he knew he could ejaculate anytime. The moment he closed his eyes, he could feel a thousand galaxies merging together. It was magical.

Ralph had never experienced something like that before. He knew that the both of them could see the same scene with their eyes closed. They both were no longer two different entities; they became one soul living in two different bodies. It was the perfect amalgamation of two souls and their soul was dancing on the tip of salvation, as they became immortal at that moment.

He penetrated her to the core and finally ejaculated inside her. They both opened their eyes to see each other’s face. There was nothing else that they wanted to see. They weren’t thinking about anything at all, except each other while inhaling each other’s dreamy scent. Tara reached the peak of her orgasm and they both came at the same time. Ralph filled her in with his cum and kept ejaculating inside her. It was the longest orgasm that he had ever experienced.

For a moment, everything around them started to move in slow motion. The pleasure of each and every moment was escalated. They knew that it was one of those moments that they both were going to remember for the rest of their lives. Ralph finally moved a little towards her and let go of her vagina. He kissed her POSEIDONately to seize the moment.

As their tongues met in unison, they realize that nothing else existed anymore for them. There was nowhere else they would rather be. They let go of their kiss and took a deep breath. Their bodies were set on fire and they were steaming hot. Covered in each other’s sweat and with the soil, they lay on the ground.