Carnal – The Wolfen

I have a brand new start of one HOT paranormal series, the first book HOT off the presses. I do adore shifters, but it’s been a while since I’ve written about them. For the world of the Wolfen, things aren’t always as they seem, even if they are the premier creature on Earth…

CARNAL

Max 

“Open your legs for me, Kathleen.” The moment she hesitated, I delivered a series of hard smacks on her naked bottom.

She moaned, blinking several times, finally succumbing. “Yes, sir.” As she opened her legs, her hands flew to her breasts in an attempt to cover her hard, rosy nipples.

I growled, my thirst growing as I climbed onto the bed. “I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy. Then I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” As I hunkered down, dragging my roughcarnal_full tongue along the edges of her swollen folds, her whimper and her quivering body were my reward. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“Jesus,” I hissed, almost disgusted from the vision, vivid images floating through my mind in a constant reel. I’d thought about nothing but taking her in a primal manner, a match to the beast I truly was. I’d awakened from yet another dream, soaked in sweat and my hunger off the charts. I’d almost transformed in an effort to find some sense of satisfaction.

Control was getting to be difficult.

A growl remained in my throat, low-slung and husky as the beast hungered to breach the surface. Here I was, stalking her like some damn predator.

You are…

I heard every sound on the busy street as I rounded the corner, the ridiculous conversations as people scampered to their required destinations. I noticed every nuance of the men and women walking hundreds of yards away, my keen vision able to detect the pulsing of their throats, the very lifeblood they had flowing.

At this point, I needed a couple of shots of bourbon to squelch the increasing thirst.

I fisted my mouth, shoving aside what many considered to be my natural tendencies. If what I suspected was correct, I would need every ounce of control in order to keep my promise to myself.

I was a fool to think taking her would be that easy. Kathleen Kelly would indeed fight me every step of the way. I rubbed my hand through my hair before holding it into the hint of moonlight, although I didn’t need any light to hone in on every line and pore. Every sense was heightened, even on edge. I crossed the street, heading down the sidewalk. She lived close to the city in an area that most would consider dangerous, yet she didn’t seem to care. The woman acted fearless, refusing to acknowledge any safety concerns.

After moving past several of the homes, I remained on the corner, still able to easily gaze into one of her windows. I could tell she’d recently moved in given the number of boxes piled against one of the walls, the reason I hadn’t seen her in the neighborhood before.

My father told me everything happened for a reason and only when we could handle the significance.

I’d been reduced to a man stalking a woman I barely knew. What the hell was wrong with me?

The big, bad wolf indeed.

You will succumb to me in every way, surrendering your body, your heart, and your soul to my darkest desires. There will be no turning back, no escaping my savage needs. And you will be punished for every infraction.

I snarled after thinking the words, although every one of them was true.

Predator.

An animal that naturally preys on others.

The definition was one I knew well, a brutal desire I’d felt my entire life, the kind of hunger that burned deep within my very soul. If it weren’t for centuries of evolved humanity, my kind would live on their primal needs alone.

Still, there were some who would call me a dangerous man—correction, a monstrous beast. I thought about my earlier confrontation with Stone, knowing my interrogation wouldn’t go over well with the other Nightwalkers, but my visit had been necessary. I’d never allowed a criminal to go free and I wasn’t about to allow that to happen now. I snickered at the thought.

While Brody Miller was still on the run, it wouldn’t be long until he was apprehended. If Stone was lying, he’d connect with Brody within hours. Stone’s mechanic’s shop would be under twenty-four-hour surveillance. He wouldn’t dare allow the fucker to come within two miles of the Nightwalker village for fear of my wrath.

I was ruthless in both my profession and my personal life. Others would simply say I had an innate gut instinct for my job, my hardcore abilities necessary in a profession I’d come to love. I took no shit, refusing to allow anyone to engage in excuses. Because of my fierce nature, I was considered a top notch detective, yet I alienated almost everyone I came into contact with.

As if I gave a shit.

Yet I was damn proud I was extremely good at my chosen profession. I collected human monsters with ease, shoving them behind bars of steel, stripping them of their ability to destroy any additional lives. But I was even worse.

Brutal.

Savage.

Unforgiving.

Which member of my team would be required to hunt me down?

And they would if legends were to be believed, one day our kind would all return to our primitive state.

Then everything would change.

We had our share of enemies, certain factions of humans who truly believed in the prophecy of werewolves, although the term was one we loathed. There were also other species of wolves who would fight us to the death for superiority. And the legend lived on through the eyes of authors and movie producers.

I chuckled as I gathered a whiff of the light breeze. The wondrous stories told over copious glasses of wine grew larger than life with every telling. If the ancient scrolls and the myths were to be believed, we were only years away from that occurrence. Hell, no, not on my watch. I’d heard all the rumors about the disease that had brought us into existence rearing its dormant head, forcing us back into creatures of the night. Sighing, I closed my eyes briefly, my gut telling me everything was about to change.

On this dark and chilly night, I was on edge, much more so than normal. Although I was unaccustomed to giving in to my own nature, I was forced to admit the various fragrances from exotic perfumes to cooking oil were a pungent reminder my senses were highly sensitized and had been for hours.

The reason was simple—a beautiful woman.

All I could think about was taking her, tasting her.

Fucking her.

Ravaging her.

My true destiny.

I remained where I was, watching as one light was switched off, another turned on. She was preparing to exit for the night, leaving a warm glow to fend off would-be criminals. Little did she know the devil himself was hiding in plain sight. I pictured her kitchen, the exquisite yet stark appliances, so very much like the woman hiding behind the mask. I knew the layout of the tidy little space, every dimension and exit by heart.

And I’d never been inside the quaint single-story house.

As the swirl of clouds swept past the almost full moon, every inch of my body was alive. Every blood cell sizzling from extreme heat. Every muscle aching. Every tendon stretched to the snapping point. I was close to turning, but it had nothing to do with a ridiculous gothic myth, a grizzly ghost story told around campfires in the middle of the night. The full moon meant fucking nothing to our kind.

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Piper

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A Taste of Defiled…

I have a brand new dark, dangerous and delicious book releasing later today. I thought I’d give you a preview of this very different story. Imagine if the Devil had a son. Imagine if the Prince of Darkness desired a human to take as his very own. Finally, imagine if there were dark forces doing everything to keep them apart, the Prince banished from his world and forced to walk among humans.

It’s a little twisted, completely dangerous and very sexy. Oh, and Christoff is one delicious hunk of a man. See what you think.

DEFILED

Sadie

“You have always been mine. Mine to take. Mine to use. Mine to punish. And mine to fuck. I’m coming for you, Sadie. There is nowhere you can run and no way you can hide. I. Will.defiled_full Find. You. And when I do, you will beg me for more. More pleasure. More pain. You’ll have everything you’ve ever craved, but only after you surrender to me body and soul.”

I blinked several times, shuddering as I glanced from right to left. This wasn’t real, but I could almost see his face as the smooth deep baritone of his voice slid all the way down my body, unfurrowing in my pussy. I was wet and hot, much like I was every time he came to me. A fantasy? A dream?

Or reality…

Visions swirled in front of me, vibrant colorations of my naked body being draped over a thick wooden bench, my captor spanking me, the thick leather strap slicing across my skin both agonizing and delicious.

“You deserve harsh punishment,” he whispered, his hot breath skating across my neck and back.

Crack!

The pain was intense, driving me to a wild state, struggling and whimpering. He gave another series of hard strikes, each one landing directly across my sit spot. I was so ashamed at my body’s reaction, burning desire building, feasting on every cell and muscle. I gathered a scent of my longing, my nipples aching to be plucked and pinched. I could swear I felt his hand between my legs, stroking my tender skin, fingers driving past my swollen folds. My entire body tingled, and in my fantasy, I begged him for more.

Only seconds later, I envisioned his cock, so hard and long, the bulbous end purple from his raging desire.

And my mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, taking every drop of his sweet cream. My pussy quivered in anticipation of being fucked like the bad little girl I truly was.

A loud clap of thunder brought a whimper from my throat, my heart racing. He was real. I knew it in my heart and he was coming for me.

The End of Days.

I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture that would consume every righteous mortal was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their master.

Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.

Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.

The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast bearing sharp horns.

I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.

I’d also heard there was one human female who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.

Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.

Humans, after all, needed discipline.

Evil. Evil. Evil.

The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes were so dry they ached, and my throat was parched. I hated being here. Coerced.

Forced.

Like a good little girl.

I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.

“The devil is amongst us!”

The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench-style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a charismatic cult leader meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.

Maybe I was.

I read romance novels.

I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.

I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.

Evil.

The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.

I didn’t have one.

I was shocked that my father held so much control over them, everyone else in town realizing the teachings were vile in every manner. Sadly, even law enforcement had turned their head, refusing to get in the middle of the freak show.

I jumped, hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained-glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred-year-old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.

Crack!

The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.

“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.

I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.

“Praise the lord!” the entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”

I noticed my mother sitting in the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the devil himself.

The old ways.

The old beliefs.

James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the prince of darkness. I knew otherwise. If the devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.

His choice.

His burning desire.

I want you. You belong to me.

I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.

I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished for being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision against my father’s wishes, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.

If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.

I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.

Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.

Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.

My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now. The devil’s spawn has requested one human female to rule the Earth by his side. That will mean the imprisonment of our species, caged and used for breeding and dark biddings.”

There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? The devil’s spawn? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.

But he was.

“Blasphemy. In order for our species to survive, we will rid her of the devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within. Lucifer’s spawn will not make her his queen!”

This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”

They believed I’d been consumed by the devil.

“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches of men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.

But they were too strong.

This had been planned.

Oh, my God. Oh, help me, please!

There was no one who would dare go against my father.

The brutes dragged me forward, past the same people I’d known my entire life, men and women who no longer looked at me with anything but hatred.

And pity.

And fear…

“You will be healed, child. We will save you from the rapture!” my father shouted over the din of the room, holding his hand high as if to the almighty.

“End of Days. End of Days.”

The chanting made me sick to my stomach.

“I am not the woman you’re talking about. I would never marry the devil’s spawn. Don’t do this.” My cries of compassion were met with deaf ears. I had no idea what to expect, although I’d heard his talk of exorcism. I’d also heard him speak of an ancient prophecy, crazy shit that I could barely tolerate. I was terrified, every nerve ending on edge. I couldn’t believe he was going to do this to me. To his daughter.

And my mother remained calmly in her seat, her hands in her lap as if this had all been planned.

“Evil child. She is of the devil himself, bred to become his bride. Christ will heal you, child, purge you of your sins. Yes! Praise the Lord!” My father was smiling, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Evil. Evil. Evil. Evil. Evil.”

I heard the chanting, the words drilling into my mind. I had to get out of here. Tears formed in my eyes and I was unable to stop the salty beads as they slipped past my lashes. My entire world was crashing down and for what? Because I was a girl who wanted a different life? Because I simply wanted to go to college and get the hell out of here?

Fuck them.

Fuck this.

I had no idea where I found the strength, but I continued struggling, kicking out at the men holding me and suddenly, I was free. I jerked forward, racing toward the side door, bursting to the outside. Rain pelted down, the wind whipping through my hair, but the feeling was glorious, as if I could do anything.

Free. I was free!

Then I heard them—their footsteps and their screams.

Get her. Get her!

They were chasing after me.

Oh, God. No! No!

I willed my legs to keep me pushing forward, to find a safe haven. Where? There was nowhere I could go, my friends terrified of my father. I would find a place. I could. I would. Shame and guilt ravaged me as I raced down the darkened path toward the main road. All I could think about was getting away.

As the scattered yells increased in volume, I shot through the forest, unable to see anything. I knew my way in these woods, the quiet places I’d gone to think and read.

And dream.

But tonight, the woods seemed as dangerous as the congregation, keeping me on edge, my mind reeling. If I could get to the road, then maybe I’d have a chance.

Where could I go?

Who was going to help me?

The next town was almost fifteen miles south.

Nothing mattered but getting away. I was prepared to face whatever wrath followed, but I refused to be treated like some evil girl. I wasn’t. Tree limbs slapped my face, the pain almost blinding but I refused to stop. The woods had always been my friend. They wouldn’t fail me now.

Keep running. Keep going.

After several minutes, I was no longer able to hear their vicious cries. Maybe they were gone, giving up. Maybe I’d be okay.

Please, God. Save me. Help me!

I finally stopped to catch my breath, leaning against a massive tree. I felt safe, even comforted. Hunkering over, I wiped the rain from my eyes, shivering from a level of cold that bit into every bone and muscle. If there was a God, I needed his help. Now. Another yell from only yards away pushed me forward once again. They wouldn’t stop until I was in their chains.

That wasn’t going to happen. I was no one’s prisoner.

Tears trickled down both sides of my face as I continued running, dashing through the darkness.

My courage bolstered, I willed my legs to move faster, work harder. I could almost see a light ahead. I could swear it, even though there was no way. There were no streetlights, no places of business out here in the wilderness.

There was only the church and miles of trees.

And absolute desolation.

I noticed movement of some kind. I knew I was right. Then I heard the rumble of an engine.

I could see a light. A car. A car was coming. Thank you. Thank you!I picked up speed, heading in the direction of the beautiful sound. Bursting out of the woods, I threw my arms into the air as a vehicle careened around the corner at an excessive rate of speed.

Skidding sounds.

A horn.

A thud.

I dropped to my knees, prepared to die, my arms over my head and gasping for air. “Don’t let me die. Please don’t let me die.”

Suddenly, everything was quiet.

Deathly quiet.

There was a moment of utter peace filtering into my mind, flowing through every vein and muscle. I was almost euphoric, devoid of any kind of pain. Smiling, I took a deep breath, inhaling the most incredible scent and it was all masculine. My nipples hardened, my legs trembling as an unearthly desire raged like jolts of electricity. Every cell in my body was so alive, awakened from my nightmare.

“Miss. Are you all right?”

I heard the husky voice, so dark and comforting, and knew my savior had found me. Slowly lifting my head, the bright lights coming from the front of the vehicle blinded me, but I could still see his eyes. So beautiful. So intense. “I’m…”

“What a beautiful girl. What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of this terrible storm? You could have gotten yourself killed.”

I had to be dreaming. I opened my mouth to respond, but I was far too breathless, my throat swollen, my breathing coming in wheezing sounds.

“Come on. I’ll take you to somewhere safe.”

I was aware he’d lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. Power seemed to exude from every rippling muscle as he took long strides. I was safe, protected from the haunting evils. Within seconds, I was eased into the passenger seat, the door closed after me. A stranger had become my hero. I huddled against the door as he climbed inside and for a few precious seconds as the interior light remained on, I gathered a glimpse of my savior.

Dark and dangerous. The words came to mind easily, but there was more, feeding the unbridled lust that I couldn’t control. He was gorgeous in every manner, penetrating eyes and a strong jaw, his long dark hair curled on the ends and gloriously wet from the rain. His lips were full and luscious, and my mind went to every naughty girl thing described in books I’d read. I could see kissing him for hours in front of a roaring fire, exploring every intimacy.

Yielding to him.

Wait. That wasn’t normal. Shame filled me, slithering down my arms and legs, curling around my tendons. I couldn’t desire a stranger. Not now. Not ever.

But he was familiar. His voice. His intensity. His dangerous mannerisms.

Inhaling, his exotic scent of spices and the deep woods filtered into my nostrils, intoxicating me. I was filled with unbridled desire by his roughhewn looks alone.

He smiled, struggling to remove his suit jacket. Everything about him screamed of possession. “This is all I have. Let’s see if we can get you warm. Now, where can I take you? Home? You must live around here.”

I shook my head, biting my lip to keep from spilling details about my wretched life.

“Hmmm… All right. What happened then? Can you at least tell me that? Were you in a car wreck?”

My entire body trembled as I attempted to wrap my frozen fingers around the material. I pulled the coat over my shoulders, thinking of what I could say. A moment of raw courage replaced the terrified girl living inside of me. “I don’t want to go home. Please. Not yet.”

He hesitated and I could swear there was a twinkle in his eyes.

“Protection. That’s exactly what you need.” His whisper was laced with a husky blanket of velveteen.

“I…” He had no idea how much I wished I could have exactly that, someone to care and protect me against all evils of the world.

He exhaled and the trickling sensations as his hot breath cascaded across my naked skin created the most intense arousal, my nipples so hard and aching. My pussy was wet, and I knew my reaction was a shameful, terrible thing.

Or so I’d been told over and over again.

But I didn’t want to feel the shame, the utter humiliation of being a very bad girl. In truth, I felt so very much alive, invigorated by his presence alone.

He peered at me with those black eyes, drinking me in, studying every inch of my face until finally his gaze traveled downward. A smile curled on his lips, beautiful and inviting.

I want you.

I crave you.

You will belong to me.

Had he said the words, or was this all just a fantasy? The same fantasy I’d had for months.

Suddenly, I was so warm, embers ignited from deep within. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he closed the driver’s door, but I’d seen the look of hunger crossing his face. He wanted nothing more than to devour me.

Ravage every inch of my body.

“The hospital?” he asked. “You could have injuries.”

I shook my head, my teeth chattering. “I’m fine. Just take me somewhere. Okay? Just for a little while.” Protection.I couldn’t get the word out of my mind.

He hesitated and glanced out the windshield, never blinking but I could see the strange smile crossing his face.

“Then I know exactly where to take you and what I need to do. Just as I hoped. This is perfect.” He ever so slowly turned his head in my direction as he slipped the gear into drive. Leaning over, he whispered, “And Sadie, you now belong to me.”

What do you think? Imagine what happens after he captures her. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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