When Delilah ventures into the woods outside her village in the early spring, she’s taken captive by a lusty werewolf- and more than anything he wants to breed her. She’s reluctant to give in to his advances, and still a virgin, but alone without a means of escape she starts to want to give in… And to experience his base desires.
Warning: this 4000 word erotic short story contains explicit sex, werewolves, and breeding!
Excerpt for adults only:
He leaned against her tree, one hand beside her head boxing her in- only she didn’t quite feel trapped. Instead something fluttered in her chest like a caught bird, and her fear had taken on an edge of something new. “Now, Delilah. Would you like to go back to your town, and your hearth, and every day of your life being just the same as the last- or would you like to seize your life by the throat and change it?”
She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t, but she swallowed hard. The wolf followed the movement of her throat with his eyes, and she watched the way he grinned. He seemed to take her silence as an answer, and in a way that was exactly what it was.
His lips pressed hot and dry to her bared throat. No one had ever touched her like that before, and she let go of a soft sigh; a moment later she felt the light scrape of teeth and her sigh became a gasp. The wolf kept one hand braced beside her head but the other curled around her waist, one huge hand with claw-sharp fingernails. His hand seemed big enough to wrap halfway around her. He had to duck his head to kiss her. She felt tiny, next to him, a delicate thing that might break.
The fabric of her dress was no barrier to the heat of his body. His broad palm was a solid weight on her hip, and when it began to slide upwards she felt that hot curl of sensation burning inside her, brighter.
