Paranormal Erotic Shorts Collection

By Dawn Wilder

Paranormal Erotic Shorts Collection by Dawn Wilder:

RUNT OF THE LITTER
Petra is ready to break her life-long dry spell. She's all packed and ready to meet some new wolves that might help her scratch that itch.
But Tucker knows the perfect wolf for the job.

FOXY LADY
Beth jumped at the job in a small town, looking forward to running in the acres of forested land that it was nestled in. She didn't know she would pick up a sexy wolf in the process.

MATE ME
Gwen is dragged to the Annual Meet by her best friend, thinking it will be another disappointing night. But she doesn't factor in Zane...

WERE MY MARK
Simone knew the weres didn't want them in their territory. But she couldn't have foreseen the uneasy alliance that came with an...interesting condition.

INCUBUS NEEDS
Raine had no idea she would be called on to service stranded incubi. She also didn't realize how enjoyable the task could be...

***Erotic Shorts, Adult Reading Material

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dawn Wilder
• Release date: Mar 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311465184

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PARANORMAL EROTIC SHORTS

COLLECTION

By

Dawn Wilder

Copyright 2014 Dawn Wilder

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This book is fictional and any resemblance to persons, places, or events is coincidental.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Adult Reading Material

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Dawn Wilder Writing as A.R. Dawn

Paranormal Romance:

Going Lupe

In the Lupe

Let Sleeping Lupes Lie

Paranormal Erotica:

Elena’s Warriors

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Table of Contents

RUNT OF THE LITTER

FOXY LADY

MATE ME

WERE MY MARK

INCUBUS NEEDS

Connect with Dawn Wilder

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RUNT OF THE LITTER

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Chapter 1

Petra

Being the runt of the litter wasn’t exactly easy.

Whenever we played as pups, I was always the one everyone was afraid of hurting.

Don’t play too rough with Petra.

You’re using too much teeth with Petra.

Maybe Petra can keep score instead.

Forget overprotective parents.

Think about having a whole freaking town coddling you and trying to do things for your own good your whole life.

So what if I never grew taller than five feet and had a small build? It didn’t mean I was weak, even though everyone around me was at least a foot taller.

The average female wolf shifter in Snowpeak was around six feet. And the average male was a half a foot taller. All of them built along sturdy, athletic lines.

To say I had a chip on my shoulder was putting it mildly. Although, I did come by it honestly.

Not surprisingly, I overcompensated in other areas. Class valedictorian, scholarship to undergrad, my own thriving web design business at twenty-three.

But despite my success, my size was still a pretty damn sore spot, and I didn’t appreciate having it prodded.

Anyway, the reason I was feeling so frustrated at the moment wasn’t really because of my size. Or, at least, it wasn’t directly because of my size, though it could be traced back to it.

The problem was, I was still a virgin.

That’s right. I was a twenty-six year old virgin.

Now, if it was a choice, that would be a different story. I almost wish I could say I was saving myself for marriage or I hadn’t found the right guy yet.

But I didn’t have any of those reasons.

I hadn’t wanted to have sex for the first time with someone who didn’t know the wolf side of me.

Which meant my choices were necessarily limited.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d gotten close a few times. More than once, clothes had gone flying and it had gotten hot and heavy.

But then, it was like they realized it was me and a look of guilt would come across their faces.

And we’d finish the night with me still a virgin.

It was damned frustrating.

No, it wasn’t just frustrating, it was unhealthy.

And this lifelong dry spell had to end.

I’d finally admitted defeat with the guys of Snowpeak. I mean, it wasn’t all their fault. They’d grown up with everyone around me telling them to make sure I wasn’t hurt and to be gentle.

So, if I wanted a wolf and the ones around here weren’t willing to oblige, I figured I needed to broaden my horizons.

Not every wolf in the country grew up with me.

If this didn’t work, I might just join a convent.

I picked up my suitcase and locked my front door behind me.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. A great day for a drive.

I opened the trunk of my little compact and set my suitcase inside.

Where are you going?

I let out an embarrassing squeak as the deep voice spoke from right behind me.

I turned around to see my neighbor, Tucker.

He was dressed in a pair of cut-offs and nothing else, his sun-streaked hair sticking up wildly. His large body was evenly tanned, the light layer of hair scattered over his chest and arrowing down into the low waistband doing nothing to hide the hard layers of muscle that covered his torso.

His dark eyes squinted at me suspiciously as his gaze went to the suitcase in my trunk, his usually relaxed demeanor and sweet smile missing.

The muscles in his arms, chest and stomach flexed deliciously as he raised an arm to scrub over his hair.

Well? Where are you going? he repeated, stepping closer.

As soon as he tried to use his size to intimidate me, I broke the spell his gorgeous body always put me in.

I’m going to visit my Uncle Leon’s pack, I said briskly, closing the trunk with a resounding thud.

He frowned, quickly putting his hand on the car to stop me from going around to the driver’s side.

Why?

Because. Tucker, let me go.

No, he said just as firmly, putting his other hand on the car at my other side, hemming me in.

I stared at him, so surprised I couldn’t think of anything to say for a moment.

What do you mean ‘no’? I said, my voice going up high enough for him to wince.

I mean, you can’t just leave. Weren’t you even going to tell me you weren’t going to be here? Was I just supposed to find out on my own?

I sighed, realizing he had a bit of a point.

I’d known Tucker my whole life, and we’d been friends for most of that time. When he’d moved into the house next door a couple of years ago, I’d been elated. Even when we weren’t hanging out, I could look out my window and ogle his yummy body when he would mow his lawn.

Win-win.

Years ago, I’d held out hope that he might one day make a move, but we’d started spending more and more time together since he moved in and still…nothing.

I needed to work with reality.

I’d gotten up early, knowing Tucker didn’t get up for a few more hours since it was the weekend and he liked to sleep in. I didn’t exactly want to talk with him about my…issue.

The problem was he knew me well enough to know I wasn’t the type of person to go on a trip on a whim. Or travel for pleasure, really.

I liked my house.

And one of the big draws of web design was the fact that I could literally do all of my work from home.

The only time I’d really been away was for college, and I’d moved right back to town as soon as I graduated.

I couldn’t think of a lie on the spot, and he’d know I was lying anyway.

I thought maybe I could meet some people there, I muttered, my eyes carefully focused on his chest now instead of his face.

People? What for? Do you need more clients?

No.

He shifted a little closer.

You already have friends, he said, his voice lowering as he inched even closer.

I stayed silent.

Are you going to look for…men? he growled, so close now that I could feel his body heat down the entire front of mine.

So what if I was? I said, crossing my arms. I’m allowed.

He moved his hands so they were close enough to brush my hips.

Why do you have to go there? There are plenty of men here.

I uncrossed my arms and shoved at him, but he didn’t budge an inch. It was my turn to growl this time, my anger getting the better of me.

Sure, there are plenty of men. But none of them are for me. Okay? I gritted out.

No, it’s not okay. And just because you haven’t found anyone yet-

My snarl made him stop mid-sentence.

Haven’t found anyone yet? Excuse me if I don’t want to die a freakin’ virgin! I yelled into his face.

It was almost comical how his face turned from angry to stunned, his jaw slack. I took the opportunity to duck under his arm and stomp around to the driver’s side door, too angry to even worry about the fact that other people had probably heard me announce the fact that I was still a virgin.

I opened the door.

And it was slammed shut again, Tucker pushing me gently against it.

What- I started, but then he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up before moving his body in closer to anchor me with his weight.

And then he kissed me.

A decidedly un-friendly kiss.

I froze, unsure, surprised. But then his hands moved down to take a firm hold on my butt and he ground a truly impressive bulge against me.

With a muffled moan, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Hitching me up higher, he guided my legs to wrap around his waist so he could grind against me where it counted. We both gasped at how good it felt.

He changed the angle of his head and the kiss grew even deeper, hotter. He sucked on my tongue, caught my bottom lip between his teeth gently before tilting my head again, as if searching for the perfect fit.

His hand slid up my side, burrowing under my t-shirt to close over my breast, squeezing it firmly. My breasts weren’t small, but they were proportional and fit neatly into the palm of his hand.

The heat of his hand seared me even through the thin lace of the bra I was wearing. With an impatient sound, he dragged the cup down so he could touch my skin.

Tucker

I groaned at the feel of her satiny skin against my hand, the hard little nipple pressing against me.

Petra’s breast.