Primal Urges

By Alana Melos

The third in the erotic horror anthology series, Wantonly Wicked...

After moving to a rural town in Washington, Michael has an unfortunate encounter with a wild wolf. The experience changes him in ways no one could have foreseen as his primal urges begin to take hold of him. Going from one steamy encounter to the next, he gets a rude awakening when tragedy follows in his wake. Can he defeat the beast and save the next luscious victim before it's too late?

This paranormal romance novelette is 16,000+ words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alana Melos
• Release date: Jan 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370987184

Alana Melos

ALANA MELOS is a struggling author who found out writing erotica gave her much more freedom in writing than when she wrote the "serious" literary stuff. Since this discovery, she's endeavored to write the very best interesting, weird, plot-driven, and hot erotica she can. She sincerely hopes to just entertain people, whether they read for the plot, the weird factor, or the racy factor. Along with her loving husband, she lives with a crazy cat. If you want to stay updated on new releases, please sign up for my mailing list at http://eepurl.com/cfQK35

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WANTONLY WICKED #3:

PRIMAL URGES

by

Alana Melos

Primal Urges

Book 3 of the Wantonly Wicked anthology series

Copyright © Alana Melos

Model Cover Photo © Vladimir Serov @ depositphotos

All other artwork, graphic cover design, logo art, and graphic text © Jotham Pipes Talbot

Published: March 22nd, 2015

Publisher: Alana Melos

The right of Alana Melos to be identified as the author of this Work is asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

Characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously. All characters are at least 18 years old. All sexual acts portrayed in this work of fiction are consensual. This story contains explicit sex and violence.

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Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Epilogue

Author's Notes

Excerpt from Villainess #1: The Queen of Swords

List of Other Works

Chapter One

Michael fumbled with his keys while Joanne nibbled on his ear, making it incredibly hard for him to concentrate on getting the door to his place open. Come on, come on, he murmured, more to himself than to her. His cock was hard and pounding in his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get her inside to fuck her brains silly.

When he’d moved to this small town in Washington state, way out in the boonies, he didn’t think he’d find anyone as hot as Joanne. The sultry looks she’d given him in the bar, the coy tossing of her lush blonde hair over her shoulder, and the leaning over to give him ample look of her cleavage had been signals even someone blind and deaf would have been able to read. When she had leaned over him, the smell of her had driven him wild. His cock had instantly sprung to life… and a half hour later, here they were at the entrance to his tiny new apartment.

When he got the door open, he turned to her and kissed her hard. His tongue slipped over hers, playing with it, stroking it lovingly as he tasted her mouth. Michael scooped her up in his strong arms, and as he did so, she plunged her hands into his unruly mop of dark hair, grabbing him as he grabbed her, pulling him closer to her. Carrying her across the threshold like a groom would a bride, he kicked the door shut behind him and elbowed the lightswitch on. That done, he moved over to the couch, avoiding the boxes which were scattered around the place. He laid Joanne down, kissing her intently as he pulled off his heavy winter coat and tossed it aside. She ran her hands down his chest and tugged up on his t-shirt, exposing his hard, muscled stomach.

Every touch of hers inflamed him. He couldn’t get enough, and he broke the kiss, moving from her lips to her neck to inhale her scent deeply. She smelled of woman, pure and clean, and he licked his way down her neck as he unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to expose her perfect, full breasts only barely restrained by her bra. He fell upon them, licking and kissing the tops of her breasts as his hands worked around the cups of the bra to bring them out. Here, she said, leaning up and reaching around to release the clasp. When she did and the clothing loosened, she pushed her arms forward for the bra to fall forward. Once he slipped it down her arms, he tossed it aside and took her delightful breasts into his hands, rubbing the nipples with his thumb. Her moans caused his cock to get harder yet, and he couldn’t wait to have her. He’d never been possessed like this before. Every movement, every noise inflamed him more and more.

Michael fumbled with his jeans before remembering he was still wearing boots. He kicked those off as he kept kissing her perfect breasts. Her hands ran through his hair and down the side of his face, tilting his head up so she could lean forward and kiss him once more. Moaning into her mouth, he finally got his button fly undone and stripped himself of his jeans and shorts all at once, letting his cock free. One of her hands stole down and circled him. She bit his lip as she began jerking him slowly, trapping him in place between her mouth and her hand. He whimpered into her mouth, his desire spilling over from want into need. He needed her. He needed to be in her. Now.

Joanne seemed to sense that, but instead of fulfilling that need, she broke the kiss and laughed throatily, her eyes shining in the light. Not yet, she said. You’re going to lick my pussy, and make me come first. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, her breath hot and thick on his skin, Make sure I’m good and wet for you when you fuck me. With that, she bit him on the neck, hard. The pain only increased his pleasure, and he groaned, grabbing her tightly and crushing her to him as her teeth broke the skin. When she relented the bite, he relaxed his grip. As she leaned back, he could see a spot of blood on her lip, and he kissed it away, tasting himself on her. Down, she whispered. Go down on me. Lick me, lover….

That seemed like a brilliant idea, and with her