Wild Impulse (Paranormal Erotic Stories)

By Lexi Lane

For the first time ever the "Erotica Writers Alliance" has come together to release a complete collection of scorching hot erotic tales featuring all of the paranormal and fantasy characters you love!

With stories from top selling erotic authors: Lexi Lane, Jade K. Scott, Carl East, Saffron Sands, Polly J. Adams and Cat Wilder you'll be left breathless and VERY glad you picked up this brand new, exclusive collection of sinfully hot tales.

Over 70,000 words long!

Titles include:

Trapped By The Pack (werewolf erotic romance)
Getting Witchy
Rumpledforeskin
Riding The Big Bad Wolf
Erotic Paranormal Activity
The Erotic Young Witch
The Virgin And The Three Brothers
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Lover

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexi Lane
• Release date: Oct 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301683598

Lexi Lane

A dark erotica fanatic and a lover of all things taboo, Lexi Lane often fuses her two loves together to deliver some of the hottest smut online. When Lexi isn't in the office writing her dirty smut, she can be found curled up on a hammock somewhere, reading about harems, whores and dirty housewives.

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Wild Impulse (Paranormal Erotic Stories)

Wild Impulse © 2013, Lexi Lane and friends

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Table of Contents

Never Trust A Wolf – by Lexi Lane

Getting Witchy – by Cat Wilder

Rumpledforeskin by Saffron Sands

Riding The Big Bad Wolf by Jade. K. Scott

Erotic Paranormal Activity by Carl East

The Erotic Young Witch by Cheri Verset

The Virgin And The Three Brothers by Polly. J. Adams

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Lover by Cheri Verset

About The Authors

Never Trust A Wolf

By Lexi Lane

Copyright © 2013, Lovers Lane Publishing, All Rights Reserved

The sound of the surf on the shore woke Layla from a deep slumber. She rolled over, pressing her nose into the lilac-scented pillowcase and inhaled deeply. That smell was one she had grown up with, it was the smell of summer: lilacs in her bed and the tang of salt creeping through the open windows.

She sat up, her slim body shucking off the faded old covers and stretched with all her might. The air coming in was a bit too cool, typical weather for an early June morning on the Maine seashore. She shivered and forced herself to get up, walking carefully, on tiptoe, across the old pine floor to the bentwood rocker where she had tossed her sunny yellow terrycloth robe the night before. Belting it tightly around her waist in order to conceal her boy short panties and camisole she headed into the kitchen and started up the ancient coffeemaker, smiling when she discovered a loaf of bread and a jar of honey in the cabinets.

Twenty minutes later as she was crunching the last of her toast and sipping her second cup of coffee the sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught her attention. She frowned and stood up, her hands going to the disheveled mass of blonde curls rioting around her face and across her shoulders.

The bell rang and she stood there, undecided. A quick peek out the windows showed her it was exactly who she had hoped and feared it would be: Lucas Black, the incredibly sexy Sheriff that she had grown up with and chased like mad as a kid and then as a love-struck teenager. She had wanted to kill him when she had been eleven, he was the jerk that always put frogs in her lunch box at Bible study camp and cut half of one of her braids off when she fell asleep during the wedding of her best friend’s brother.

By the time she had been fifteen she had waited impatiently for summer to roll around so she could see his handsome face again. She spent nine months of every year at home in Boston plotting how to get him to pay attention to her.

He had, finally. For one summer, four years ago when Layla had been eighteen, he had been entirely hers, but then he had broken it off abruptly and without warning. It had broken her heart, and now, standing in the kitchen of her grandmother’s homey little cottage she found herself torn between opening the door and asking him in and leaving him to wait on the front porch, shivering in the salty air.

Lucas rang again and through the windows she could see the frown pulling creases into his high forehead. He was as handsome as ever, of course. She had kind of hoped he would have gained weight, went bald or had an eye gouged out by now. She’d even settle for a snaggle-tooth. At the very least he could have looked a bit unhappy or glum as he stood on her doorstep waiting for her to greet him.

Layla started to turn toward the bedroom to get dressed, but with a second thought her hand went to her waist and she deliberately loosened the belt. Hell, she looked pretty good these days; maybe she should show him exactly what he was missing. She pulled her cami-top a bit lower so that the top of one rosy pink nipple was exposed by the ivory lace along the low-cut top and pasted a huge grin on her face, ready to greet her ex lover.

She went to the door and swung it open, feigning surprise at the sight of him. Oh, Lucas, she drawled, yawning widely as she offered him her hand. You’re up early.

It’s noon.

His curt tone was cutting, but Layla ignored it. She was too busy trying to glue her eyes to his. They wanted to wander though: his body was still trim and firmly muscled. His narrow waist and flat abs had always been enough to make her swoon, tucked into his custom fitted uniform. He was sexier than ever, and she felt a betraying trickle between her slender thighs.

Is it? Layla didn’t have to fake being startled. His green eyes saw the way her blue darted to the old grandfather clock that had stood in the living room for generations. So it is. Sorry, it was a very long flight. Service from LA to Maine is not what it used to be.

He gave her a withering once over and she wilted. "I’m here because your grandmother asked me to look in on you.

My grandmother’s dead. The funeral is tomorrow. The words were sharper than she intended. The ache was back in her heart; her beloved Grandmother Jean had died just a few days before. Layla hadn’t made it home in time to say goodbye and she wasn’t sure how to forgive herself for that.

I know when the funeral is. I’m sorry for your loss, Layla. I know how much you loved her.

Thank you, Lucas. And she meant it. She knew his condolences to be genuine and despite how much he had hurt her she knew that he cared for her grandmother as he did the rest of her family. They had grown up together and small town folks looked out for one another, just like kin.

Lucas’s eyes seemed greener than ever, she had to look at the ground to stop herself from seeing the grim expression written within them. It made him seem far too human and she didn’t want him to be. He was an asshole who had broken her heart, a monster that had hurt her. Well, I just thought I’d drop by but I best leave you to get started with your day. I’ll see you later, Layla.

Layla looked up but his gaze wasn’t on her face, it was locked onto the coral nipple that showed through her camisole. A bead of sweat popped up on his forehead and she felt the malicious grin crossing her lips.

Yeah, I’m hoping to see Matt today. Been a long time and I thought it would be nice to drop by his place for a drink. Take care, Lucas, she cooed and slammed the door.

She heard him grumble to himself as she shot the lock home. The shocked look on his face made her grin, it served him right to find himself staring at the wrong side of a closed door. Matt was a local boy that they had both grown up with, a handsome fellow that had always been in love with Layla though she really had no real interest in him. Mentioning his name was deliberate; she was hoping to incite a response from Lucas and as the green monster swirled in his eyes she knew she still had him.

Heading into her old bedroom, she flopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Once upon a time she would have done anything to keep Lucas on her porch a little longer, waiting for her attention. Her body stirred again and she slammed the lid closed on the desire that she still felt for him. She had waited for him for far too long and was now determined never to let him get to her again.

Sighing, she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her aching pussy into the mattress in an attempt to relieve the pressure there.

You’ll never get over him.

The words echoed across the room and Layla slung a pillow at the wall, that small act did nothing to relieve her stormy emotions.

She hadn’t gotten over Lucas. Not at all.

***

The moon hung heavy and full over the parking lot of Good Time Charlie’s. Layla knew she shouldn’t be there, she was too angry and saddened by the death of her grandmother and the sight of Lucas had sent that anger and sorrow spiraling into a depressing fog that seemed to grip her tightly, too tightly. She had decided on the spur of the moment to head to the next county over to the tiny little cinderblock bar, a favorite for the local bad element.

The place looked far worse than it had the last time she had seen it. Back then she had been an adventurous teenager, looking out at the little building squatting there in the dark she realized she didn’t really want to be there.

She knew she should just turn around and head on back to the cottage, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She didn’t want to be alone in the lonely cottage stuck with nothing more than her memories. With a deep sigh, she got out of her car and made her way across the parking lot carefully, her stiletto heels made walking difficult, but she finally navigated past the buckled asphalt and scattered pools of broken glass and made it to the heavy steel door.

When she opened it the soured whiff of beer, cheap perfume and sweat mingled with cologne hit her like a stone wall. The bar still allowed cigarettes and a greyish-blue haze drifted along the low ceilings. Eyes locked onto her and she paused, suddenly very conscious of just how short her black tank dress was. Her breasts strained at the fabric, she had foresworn a bra and she could feel her nipples rubbing almost painfully against the dress.

A man shaped like a fireplug detached his bulk form the bar and came toward her, a predatory smile eating across his moon-like face. Hey pretty lady, he began in a guttural voice that brought a whiff of his rank breath to her nose.

Layla backpedaled. Her ass hit the edge of a bar stool and it toppled to the floor just as the jukebox died. Every head turned toward her. In the dimness, lit only by strings of garish lights, they all looked terrifying, she felt fear seize her and she would have run if she had not spotted a familiar face in the crowd huddled at a table near the miniscule dance floor.

Lucas, and he was sitting terribly close to a blowsy looking blonde with a drunken glaze in her eyes and her scarlet lipstick smeared around her mouth so that she resembled a circus clown that had stumbled into the crowd.

Ire ate into Layla. So that was the kind of woman he preferred? She flung her head back, her long blond hair rippled across her shoulders and she heard an appreciative sigh from a few of the patrons. Putting a deliberate strut into her walk she made her way to the end of the bar, not looking over to see if Lucas were watching was the hardest thing she had ever done. Everyone else was watching though so she figured the odds were pretty good he was.

Can I get a lemon drop martini?

The bartender gave her a stunned look at those words. He was a rotund guy with tattoos snaking their way down both of his burly arms. I got beer and tequila, vodka and whisky.

A hand reached below her elbow and lifted her from her seat. Before she could do more than kick out with one highly heeled foot she realized that that hand belonged to Lucas and that he was steadily hauling her to the door. Embarrassed she reacted by kicking out harder with both feet, a grim satisfaction filling her when she felt her toes connecting with his shins. Laughter sprang up from somewhere and echoed throughout the room.

Stop, Lucas’s breath tickled her ear and a strange little squiggle of sensation ran down her spine, reversed and ran back up it again. She wriggled against him, a hardness lay between them, nudging against the cheeks of her ass and she felt a spiteful satisfaction at having aroused him. You need to get out of here right now, Layla. I’m serious. You are in danger.

He shoved the door open and quickly forced her out into the parking lot. She landed against the side of a rusted Ford, her breath whooshed out and she turned to yell at him but her breath stuck in her throat and words failed her.

A giant wolf’s face hung over Lucas’s broad shoulder. Even as she watched a patch of foamy spittle dripped from its muzzle and landed on his faded blue work shirt. A scream wrenched out of her and she ran, not away, but toward him, her fists flailing as she screamed at him to look out.

Running into him was like running into a steel tank. She had time to wonder if she had totally lost her mind, if she were hallucinating or just plain crazy then the beastly stench of the wolf hit her and she gagged. Her hands landed on a patch of thickly matted fur and Lucas was shoving her away once more. The door slammed and she landed on her ass in the middle of the parking lot. A sliver of broken bottle lanced into her right ankle and she groaned as pain echoed along her nerve endings. She stood, from within the bar was the sound of growls and a low howl that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

The door buckled and what was obviously a large paw came through it. She didn’t need any more incentive, she ran like hell for her car. She jumped in and gunned the engine, not even noticing that during her headlong flight she had somehow managed to run right out of her shoes.

Peeling rubber as she went, she fled Good Time Charlie’s lot. Her hands gripped the wheel with white knuckled intensity and her legs shook violently. Her right foot kept slipping off the gas pedal and stark terror made her breath whoosh in and out in long billowing gulps. Her belly was loose and hot and she kept her eyes forward, too afraid to look backwards.

The black wolf came out of the high standing elms trees at the bend where the road arced along the sea. The guardrail was to Layla’s right and the wolf to her left, not knowing what else to do she gunned the engine of her tiny sedan, hoping to knock it off the side of the road and down the steep hillside.

Instead the car made a hollow booming noise that did not bode well at all. She had to fight the wheel as the impact tossed her and the car to one side. An involuntary scream broke from Layla’s throat as the wolf’s face mashed into her windshield for a split second in a gruesomely funny distortion that sent her into hysterical laughter even as panic overrode every rational thought.

The car bucked along the centerline and the wolf clung to it, one massive paw digging deeply into the hood. Steam billowed up and he howled in pain. His enormous body blocked her view and she screamed, sure she was going to go over the side at any second.

Instead the car skidded along the opposite side of the road and hit a tree. The hood crumpled and the wolf was thrown off. Layla threw her hands up over her face as limbs and leaves shot through the windshield: broken glass starring and shattering all around her.

***

Layla came to slowly. Her entire body ached and she couldn’t remember where she was. Had she gotten drunk? The dreams she had, she tried to sit up and a pain burst through her skull, forcing her to sink back down into bed.

Wow that’s a hell of a hangover. Her voice sounded odd, it echoed and she forced her eyes to focus. The ceiling was too far overhead, the bed too close to the floor. She had to concentrate to make details take shape and when they did she wished they had not.

She was in a large cave: stone walls dripping long trails of moisture around her. The bed she lay on was a rude pile of pelts; a quick inspection showed that thankfully none were human, but that made her feel no better. A bitter musky scent hung in the air and when she tried to move her body she realized that while she could feel her arms and legs and her fingers and toes all seemed to work she was utterly naked.

Rolling to her side and out of the makeshift bed caused a fresh wave of dizziness to wash over her. The floor was cold below her feet and she could feel a breeze on her nude body. A thick panting breath yanked her attention to the far corner of the cave and she shrieked as the wolf stalked closer, its enormous black furred body between her and the entrance to the cave.

Please… Layla gushed weakly.

The wolf stalked closer. It walked on its hind legs and something about it was hauntingly familiar, memories and confusion battled in her mind. Why did you kill Lucas?

The wolf snarled and hot salty tears spilled down her cheeks. A single bar of silvery moonlight striped the wolf’s body and the floor as it drew nearer. Frantic, she looked around for a weapon, any weapon but found nothing. Other than the bed and a pile of small bones that she sincerely hoped belonged to animals the cave was empty.

Except for her and the wolf.

So you want to kill me now? Layla’s voice was hoarse and she grabbed a fur pelt from the bed, tossing at its head. The fur landed and the wolf batted it away with one paw. Its eyes stared down at her and Layla paused, uncertainty filling her. Its eyes were…

Before she could finish that thought the wolf was on top of her. They went rolling across the floor: Layla kicking and screaming and scratching at the monstrous thing until they hit a solid wall and she got the air knocked out of