Paranormal Erotic Shorts Collection, Volume 2

By Dawn Wilder

PARANORMAL EROTIC SHORTS COLLECTION, VOLUME 2

Contains: WERE MY MARK (read before WERE IT and WERE BREAK), WERE IT, WERE BREAK, SEA ME, FANGS FOR COMING

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.

WERE IT
Drew is ready for a change. Luckily, Ian and Nolan are more than ready for her.
*** MMF

WERE BREAK
Sheridan doesn't anticipate being stabbed in the back, but she's nothing if not a survivor. And, just maybe, Walker might not be such a bad consolation prize.

SEA ME
Ariana can't resist watching Darryl, his draw too strong. But she isn't as well-hidden as she thinks...

FANGS FOR COMING
Audrey had no interest in being food.
But she might have to get a little...flexible.

***Paranormal Erotic Shorts, Adult Reading Material

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dawn Wilder
• Release date: Apr 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311478603

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PARANORMAL EROTIC SHORTS COLLECTION

VOLUME 2

By

Dawn Wilder

Copyright 2014 Dawn Wilder

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SMASHWORDS EDITION

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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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By Dawn Wilder

Paranormal Erotic Shorts:

Mate Me

Were My Mark

Incubus Needs

Foxy Lady

Runt of the Litter

Paranormal Erotic Shorts Collection (contains all of the shorts above)

Were It (best read after Were My Mark)

Sea Me

Fangs for Coming

Were Break (best read after Were My Mark)

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

WERE MY MARK

WERE IT

WERE BREAK

SEA ME

FANGS FOR COMING

Connect with Dawn Wilder

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WERE MY MARK

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Chapter 1

Stretch out on your front.

He obeyed without a hint of hesitation, climbing on the enormous bed and laying down on his stomach.

I contemplated the tanned expanse of his back, the clean lines of his body unbroken by clothing. He’d relaxed deliberately, but his muscles were still clearly defined. He had a swimmer’s build. Broad shoulders tapering to a small waist and narrow hips. Long and leanly muscled arms and legs.

His six foot two inch frame didn’t dwarf the bed. When I’d had it custom built, I’d made certain it was large enough for anything I could dream up.

Put your hands together above your head.

I pulled out the padded cuffs and fastened his wrists together before attaching a length of chain to the reinforced bars of the headboard. I smiled to myself as I saw his shoulders flex, checking to see how sturdy it was.

Opening the bedside drawer, I took out the bottle of lightly scented massage oil I kept there. He flinched at the first touch of it as I poured a thin line down his back, not stopping until some of it dripped onto his ass. Those deliciously rounded muscles clenched before relaxing.

Pouring some more in my cupped hand, I set the bottle back on the table. I quietly pulled off the thong I’d still been wearing before straddling his lean waist. I started the massage by digging my fingers into his neck.

He groaned as I slid my hands down to his shoulders, keeping the pressure just this side of painful. I let myself enjoy the smooth feel of his silky skin over hard muscles. I stretched out on his back to slide my slick hands up his bound arms.

Irritated with the lacy barrier of my bra, I reached back to unclasp it. Lifting up to pull it out from underneath me, I settled back down on him, rubbing the hardened tips of my breasts against his back.

He moaned, arching back to press more of himself against me.

No, I said firmly, my voice sharp.

He hesitated, but then settled back down on the bed. I slid my fingers through his short brown hair as a reward for his good behavior.

Sitting back up, I finally allowed my lower half to make full contact with his body. He shuddered as he felt my slick, hot core make contact with his sensitive lower back. His whole body tensed as I rocked myself against him.

I could have rocked myself to the end, but didn’t. Instead, I rode the sweet edge of desire, knowing it would be better if I waited.

Lifting myself off him, I scooted down to his feet. His toes curled as I smoothed more oil on the soles of his feet, using firm pressure on the arches. His thighs twitched at the feeling, but he didn’t try moving.

Higher. Up those hard calves. Lingering on the sensitive bend of his knees. I bit one gently before blowing on it.

By the time I reached his ass, his body was almost vibrating with lust, his skin flushed under the sheen of oil. I massaged each cheek deeply, paying special attention to the delicate area where the division between them began at the small of his back.

I picked up the oil again and poured it between his cheeks. He tensed, though he didn’t say anything. His ass tightened instinctively.

Relax, I murmured reassuringly, sweeping my hand up his inner thigh to distract him.

His cheeks unclenched, though I could tell it was with effort.

Get on your knees.

He lifted up. I slid a hand between his legs to urge them wider. His trapped hands forced him to keep his head and shoulders on the bed. His breath was coming in pants now and I knew the utter vulnerability of the position was getting to him.

I blew a breath between his legs to underscore just how open and vulnerable he was. His muscles tensed and released as the cool air swept across his anus, testicles and cock. His cock was already hard, barely hanging away from his clenched stomach.

I reached between his legs to take a firm hold on the thick hardness of the flushed length of him. His erection jerked in my hand as I gave it a light squeeze. With a slick finger of my other hand, I circled the clenched ring of his anus, already shiny from the oil I’d dripped on it.

I could feel him fighting the urge to draw away, but he didn’t call an end to the game, so I kept going.

I pushed my finger in gently, up to the first knuckle. He gasped, but held still as I slowly worked the whole finger in, sliding my other hand up his cock to thumb the head. And started a slow thrusting, making sure to keep my other hand working at the same time. When he began thrusting into my hand, I carefully added a second finger.

He let out a huff of breath, stilling as I slowly sank my fingers in to the hilt. Leaving them there, I slid my hand over him faster, until it was making a clicking sound against his cock. I massaged him inside while doing him by hand.

His breathing got heavier, interspersed with low groans as I kept the stimulation up. The oil mingled with the light coat of sweat that sprang up on his skin.

He made a desperate sound just before he came in thick spurts. I made sure to keep him going until I was sure he was wrung out.

Turn over.

He fell onto his back, breath sawing in and out of his lungs, his light green eyes slitted, cheeks flushed. His hair fell over his forehead, sticking to his sweaty skin. His face was still one of the prettiest male faces I’d ever seen, all hard angles and hollows. The only softness came from that lush pink mouth that somehow still managed to be obviously male, the edges of it sharply defined.

The front of his body was just as nice as the back. The flat planes of his chest giving way to a ridged abdomen and a still semi-hard cock, flushed a deep pink from my attentions. He had a light sprinkling of hair across his chest, arrowing down his abdomen to the part of him that would most likely be ready for more soon.

His dazed eyes stayed locked on me as I crawled up toward his head, caressing the length of my bare body. His eyes closed as I leaned down to give that pretty mouth a gentle kiss, nibbling on the softness of the lower one before sliding my tongue inside to taste.

I pulled back as he tried to raise his head to increase the pressure. I raised an eyebrow until he settled back down with a disappointed sigh. I leaned down next to his ear to whisper.

Time for you to put that soft mouth to work.

I pulled back and saw his heated gaze zero in on the smooth skin between my legs. He licked his lips, obviously more than willing.

I took a firm grip on the cool metal of the headboard and lifted one leg over him. Before I could lower myself, he raised his head again, hot mouth closing over me and sucking.

My eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the sensation stealing my thoughts. With regret, I lifted up out of his range. The growl of frustration he let out was underscored by the rattle of chains as he once again tested the bindings.

I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to come back to himself. Finally, he relaxed back onto the pillow, silent.

I lowered myself onto his face.

Don’t move.

I rubbed myself against his mouth and chin, the slight rasp of stubble adding a prickle that only drove me higher. His hands clenched and released rhythmically, but he didn’t open his mouth or move in any way, knowing I’d lift off him again if he did.

I looked down into pleading eyes as I pleasured myself against his face. I waited a few more moments before nodding at him.

His mouth opened. It felt like he was trying