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  “Katie, can we talk?”

  Before I could agree, he was already in my apartment and placing the flowers in a vase on my kitchen counter. It was like he’d never left.

  “Katie, I think we should give this another go,” he started. “I’ve read all about what you’re going through. People who witness crime often find ways of dealing with it, and this was just something that you needed to go through to handle the situation. I completely understand. I’m sorry I wasn’t more supportive of you. Can we just try it again? Can we go back to me coming over to the pub every day, to being in bed together at nine every night? Please Katie; can we just have our routine back?”

  It was in that moment, when Iain ranted about how much he wanted me to revert back to my boring, mundane lifestyle that I realised I wanted nothing more than to seek out that dangerous man and have my way with him. Monster or no monster, real or not real, dream or no dream – I wanted this adventure no matter where it led me.

  “Iain, shut up.”

  With that, I left him standing shocked in my apartment, along with the safety and security of my old life.

  ~ ~ ~

  The woods were exactly as I dreamt them, making it easier to find my way this time. I found the circular spot; I found the golden eyes piercing through the moonlight and watched as they turned blue. I saw his thick black fur vanish and leave the human flesh standing bare. I watched his smirk grow along with his manhood; I was just hoping that he was a beast in more ways than one.

  “How did you know I’d come?”

  He closed in on me, his throbbing member pressing up against my body as he pulled me in close. He grabbed my wide hips and groped at my voluptuous behind before planting his lips on my own. It was intoxicating; I couldn’t control myself around him.

  Was this his influence? I didn’t care.

  “You haven’t yet. You will.” His game was smooth, in contrast to his body, which was hairy even when he wasn’t sporting fur. His manly, head-to-toe-covered hairy body was so irresistible that my hands began to run over it uncontrollably. His dark complexion and hair were so natural with the night-time surroundings that it made the sight of my pale hands caressing his chest muscles look foreign in comparison even to my own eyes.

  He tore my top off with one swift motion, leaving my breasts bare in the gentle breeze of night. He was strong, he made it look effortless, and he pushed my back against a tree and rubbed his hand under my skirt all the way up to the sensitive spot, causing tiny whimpers to leave my lips.

  As I looked at him, I noticed his eyes fluctuating between blue and gold, like he was on the verge of becoming a monster, like he couldn’t control himself around me – I liked that.

  I felt his fingers digging into me as my legs spread out against the thick oak of the tree. He wasted no time in making me scream, he had me all alone in the dark of night, in the secluded woods away from the comfort and safety of home. Anything could happen, and yet I never felt so safe. Safe with a monster, a monster that was driving his fingers into my aching body and making me moan like no man ever had before.

  I knew I had to keep going, I was at his mercy now. The mercy of a beast.

  “Get on the ground.”

  He was impatient, he ordered me to do something, then before I could act on it, he just positioned me exactly how I wanted. I was suddenly on my knees, with his pulsating shaft being thrust down my throat.

  I began to gag on the thick, black member as its comparatively pink head thrust to the back of my mouth and made my eyes water. I couldn’t do anything but take the brutal beating of his thick meat as it ruined my mouth and left me breathless – I loved every moment of it.

  All the while, the man-monster was moaning, with his hands in my hair, crying out like he was howling as I pleasured him exactly how he wanted. He was a man that knew what he liked and would get it no matter what.

  “Play with yourself.” Another order that I couldn’t disobey.

  My hand immediately travelled down under my skirt as I continued to have my throat invaded by his shaft. As I looked up at the smiling beast I noticed that his eyes were still changing, that he was so close to losing control, but kept holding on to whatever humanity he had to enjoy every last second of it.

  It was thrilling, thinking he could flip any second, like he could lose control and this whole thing could end badly. It made me want to push him to his limit, I made sure to take every last inch of him as I could – so much so that his balls slapped my face with every single thrust, I could hear him chuckling as he felt them bounce off my chin. I knew he’d enjoy it.

  It didn’t take long for the howling beast to want more from me. Suddenly I found myself rolling around in the dirt, my clothes ripped from my body, leaving me slightly self-conscious and bare on the dirty ground. My legs spread apart almost subconsciously as his lips moved from my neck to my massive breasts, the clash of his pink tongue on my big red nipples sending pulses throughout my body as I cried out for more. I was begging him to give me that sweet release I wanted, I could feel myself as I dripped out between my thighs and craved him to touch me there.

  I tried to push his head down, but he looked up at me with his golden eyes and a growling sound left his lips. I was so shocked to see him act in such an animalistic way, and yet the dominance of it made me melt inside. I lay my head back into the grass and left him to do what he pleased. His barbaric attitude had turned me on more than any other man had before, every lick of those lips left me breathless and yearning for him to move down to that sweet spot.

  It didn’t take him long, after he thoroughly enjoyed my large breasts he continued down my stomach, nibbling at my flesh and giving those spots that made me moan a little extra attention, until he was spreading my legs out further with his large, hairy hands and sinking his face into my gaping hole.

  The moment his lips brushed my sweet spot, it sent shivers up and down my body whilst my insides felt like they were on fire. It was so tender yet so rough, so incredible as well as making me feel like I’d lost all control over my body. I was his now and he knew it.

  I could feel myself getting closer and closer as his tongue sunk deeper and deeper into me. Licking at that sensitive spot just enough to bring me to the brink of climax before pulling away and working on the outside, he was good, he was experienced and it made me wonder what sort of woman he usually spread out in the woods. Were there female wolves? Could I become one?

  Before I could get swept away in thought, he began to repeatedly bash my sweet spot with a mixture of tongue and hands, a flurry of pleasure overcome me and caused me to unexpectedly lose control and I began bursting out over his lips. He loved it; he lapped up all my juices like a dog at its water-bowl.

  Now that I was lubricated with my own fluids which were still pouring out of me uncontrollably, he seemed more than ready to drive himself into me. With no warning, he mounted my body, and with one, swift thrust he plunged deep inside of me. I cried out as I became sore from all the fluids he’d made me expel, and yet I could already feel a second build up.

  With every thrust I could see the hair on his chest getting thicker, he was losing control, becoming the monster that intrigued me so much in the first place, and I couldn’t help but want the change to continue. However, the moment he looked into my eyes as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of me, the change stopped, he regained control and continued to make me scream. What had just happened?

  His body began to tremble with pleasure as his sweat dripped over my porcelain-coloured skin. He was getting close, I was getting close. We were both ready to let ourselves go, but we didn’t want the pleasure to end. I tried to hold on for as long as possible, but I wasn’t as strong as he was. I screamed and burst out over his manhood as he continued to drive it into me. I ached and cried and begged for him to shoot as I spilled out all over the place.

  It didn’t take long for him to finally obey one of my commands, he howled into the night sky as he finally shot his sweet, warm,
creamy seed deep inside my aching body and then fell on top of me, panting and trying to catch any breath his lungs would allow.

  He was done, we were done. I didn’t know where it went from here, what he would do after, what would become of me – but I knew that I couldn’t go back to the life I had once led. I was in his world now, even if he wasn’t willing to stick by my side.

  As I lay panting on the grass with his dark body on-top of me, I noticed a golden glow glaring at me from the darkness of the woods. I noticed another and another and then another. The wolf stood tall as he glared around us with a smirk. We were surrounded by them – by wolves.

  He helped me to my feet as I quickly tried to cover myself up.

  “Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you.”

  I believed him instantly, but that didn’t change the embarrassment I was suddenly feeling.

  Somehow I knew that my journey into this strange, lustful and dangerous world had only just begun. I didn’t know his name and yet he’d left me jobless and obsessed. Was it influence? I didn’t quite know what it was, but I was willing to find out. I couldn’t let this adventure pass me by, as all these different wolf men emerged from the woods, all of them dark skinned and dark-furred, I realised that this was much bigger than I had anticipated, and I couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for me.

  I was a part of their world, now, and there was no going back. I just hoped I wouldn’t regret it – I just hoped I’d live long enough to enjoy it.

  About Marcus Williams

  Working for himself as a full-time writer, Marcus Williams is living the dream: and he wants to make his readers experience their dreams, too, particularly their fantasies. So he's a natural fit for Steam Books Erotica & Romance, where he gets to engage his readers' minds... and, vicariously, their bodies as well.

  Marcus has studied in the UK and brings a worldly approach to his work, which often feature African Americans as well as a variety of multicultural encounters. In his stories, love and lust know no borders.

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  A young woman, a descendant of a long line of witches, is going against everything she has been told: it is their law that the woman may never be intimate with a man. However, Felicia cannot contain her attraction to the innocent young William. In the human world it’s her dark skin that separates them from interacting due to his wealthy, white, high-class status, but in the magical world it’s the law set out by her ancestors that prevent her from acting. Despite both of these pressures, Felicia casts aside her faith and pursues the one she deems worthy of her affection.

  HAMPTONS HELL: From Maid to Made Part 2

  What would you do if a gang of rich, tall, blonde, fake-tanned women ganged up on you because you’re black and they disapproved of your relationship with a wealthy white man? This is the situation Alesha finds herself in. A former maid-turned-Hamptons-socialite, Alesha ends up lashing out in a public display of rage: she’d told her man, the wealthy and famous William Greyson, she wasn’t one to back down, but she’s starting to sense that he’s more concerned about her image than her feelings…

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  A TASTE OF DESIRE

  by Sandra Sinclair

  “How is your neck?”

  The voice came from one corner of the room, where, as Cornelia shone her light, she saw a tall man standing, leaning on the wall beside a large shelf. He had pale skin and wavy, black hair and broad shoulders, and he was dressed in a tailored white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of snug-fitting breeches atop black Hessians. For a moment, her eyes rested on his calves, admiring them before her gaze traveled back to his face, taking in the firm chin, the thin lips, the nose that was slightly pointed upwards and the eyes that had a mysterious gleam to them, now narrowed as he studied her in the same manner she was studying him.

  She had never seen anyone so handsome in her life.

  Realizing she was staring at him, she looked away, hoping her dark skin was enough to conceal the blush which she felt burn through her cheeks. Then, remembering his question, she placed one hand around her neck.

  “It seems fine. Was it broken, mister…?”

  “You can call me Landon,” he told her. “I was afraid that you might have hurt it last night but I see that is not the case.”

  “Oh.” She brought her hand down, grabbing a fistful of her skirt nervously with it.

  “What is your name?”

  “Cornelia,” she answered softly, glancing at him before turning her gaze to the rest of the room. She had been wanting to meet the owner of the mansion, wanting to ask him a lot of questions, but strangely, now that he was right in front of her, she could not seem to come up with anything to say.

  “You must be hungry, Cornelia,” Landon said, gesturing towards the platter of fruits on the table. “Eat.”

  “Oh no, I couldn’t…” Cornelia started to protest but stopped when she heard her stomach grumbling.

  “Go on,” Landon urged.

  “Thank you, Mr. Landon,” she said meekly, approaching the table.

  “Just Landon,” he corrected.

  She said nothing, confused. Whoever he was, this Landon was acting very strange for a white man. Not only was he offering her food, but he was also asking her to call him by his first name, which she had never dared try before.

  Setting her lamp down, she took an apple from the platter and bit into it. The moment she did, she realized just how hungry she was and kept biting until her mouth was full. She could not remember when she had last eaten, after all.

  “I fear I was not expecting guests, so these are all I could gather,” Landon said, also approaching the table and pulling out a chair to sit on.

  She looked at him, horrified by his words, which sounded like an apology. “Oh, no, Mr. Landon, you mustn’t…”

  “Landon,” he corrected again, this time more firmly.

  “Landon,” she repeated softly, his name leaving a strange taste on her tongue but sending a feeling of excitement through her. “Please, you mustn’t… trouble yourself.” She spoke as she ate. “After all, it’s my fault…that I wasn’t looking…where I was going.”

  “Why were you in such a hurry?”

  The question made her pause. She looked at him, wondering if she should tell him the truth. If she did, there was a chance he would return her to her master—if he was still alive—or turn her over to authorities who would likely punish her for taking part in the rebellion, though she had a feeling he would do neither. Besides, sooner or later, he would find out anyway.

  She decided to trust him. “I’m a runaway slave.”

  He touched his chin. “I see. So my suspicion was correct.”

  Cornelia’s eyes widened. “You knew, and still you brought me here?”

  He didn’t answer.

  “If I may ask, where are we?”

  “The mountains of Virginia,” he answered.

  She blinked. “So we’re in Indian territory?”

  “They know better than to come near the mansion.”

  “I see.” She continued eating.

  For a moment, they were both silent, she deep in thought as she finished her apple and he watching her intently, so intently that it made her wish she had washed her face and combed her hair, perhaps even put on a ribbon or two.

  “You won’t
turn me in?” she asked after a while.

  “You are free to stay for the night. In the morning, you can leave. There is a village to the east, although it will take you nearly an hour on foot to get there. I would take you there on my horse but I fear the staying under the sun makes me feel ill.”

  Her eyebrows furrowed, the condition something she had never heard of. Then again, she had never seen a man with complexion as fair as Landon’s.

  “Wait. You’re sending me away?” she asked, his other words seeping through her mind.

  “You cannot stay here.”

  She frowned. She knew she was supposed to go to Wisconsin but she wasn’t even sure if her relatives were still there. She didn’t even know if they were still alive, or how they looked like since she had never seen them. And now that she was in Virginia, in a mansion where there weren’t any slaves, a fact which she still did not understand, and with a kind master, not to mention a young, handsome one who didn’t seem to have a wife, she felt like she didn’t want to leave.

  “I…”

  She was about to say so when she started coughing, a piece of the apple lodged in her throat. She stood up and grabbed her chest as her breathing grew heavier, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes and blurring her vision.

  The next thing she knew, he was in front of her, offering her a glass goblet filled with water.

  She drank from it, immediately feeling better as the piece of apple slid down her throat. She must have been feeling a little dizzy, though, because the goblet slipped from her fingers, shattering on the floor.

  “Oh, no!” She quickly bent down to collect the shards.