How I Fell In Love With A Werewolf Box Set

By Erica Storm

This Box Set contains five books. How I Fell In love with a Werewolf, and the three part series to My Billionaire Werewolf.  The final book is a bonus from another author who gave me permission to give away her book in this box set. She writes werewolf books and I thought you might like the book.

When Lela finds herself out on a Saturday night at a bar she wouldn’t be caught dead in, she’s convinced this is a bad move on her part. She wants to be home with her steady date. At least he’s dependable. She can depend on him to come over, sleep with her, eat her food, and leave the next morning and she won’t hear from him until the next time he calls.

But Lela thinks she deserves someone different if not better. Someone who will try to satisfy her and give her the passion she’s looking for.

Max is cruising his favorite bar searching for the perfect female because the moon is full and he knows what to expect. Another meaningless night with a woman who thinks he’s a psycho because he tells her he’s a werewolf, and when he wakes up in the morning she’s gone and he’s glad he didn’t have to ask her to leave.

When Max and Lela meet, the sparks will fly, the sex is hot, and the secrets will be revealed. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: May 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386489979

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I enjoy writing different types of stories. I write short erotic  romance and erotica for your pleasure. Look through my titles you may find something to satisfy you. When you read erotica you feel alive.

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Author’s note: I have included a bonus book with the permission of Rachel E Rice into this box set. At the end of my books you will have her first book of her Insatiable Werewolf series: The Lone Werewolf Finds his Mate. Enjoy!

How I Fell In Love With A Werewolf

By Erica Storm

Copyright 2017 by Erica Storm

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Chapter 1

I know what you’re thinking. Why would I even put myself in the position where I could consider having sex with a werewolf? Not only did I have sex with him, but I fell head over heels in love. When I met him he wasn’t the big hairy ugly kind of guy, but handsome. Handsome is not the word for him. Incredibly, mouthwatering, drop to your knees suck his dick, wanting to have his babies kind of handsome. 

But how do you have sex with a werewolf? My friend Erika asked me when I confessed that I had found the man I had been looking for all my life. I answered her as I fiddle with my hands not wanting to reveal our intimate moments.

So I said, You don’t. Which was the lie of the century. I should have said ‘very carefully.’

She replied, What the fuck do you mean you don’t? How can you fall in love with a man and he hasn’t fucked you or gone down on you? Which was a good question, but easy to answer.

So I blamed Erika to keep her from asking me all these stupid questions. Like, how big his cock and is he really a werewolf? Or did you go down on him.

You are to blame, I said pointing a finger at her. I should never have taken your advice and gone out to this stupid bar. She glanced at me. She knew I was right.

All this started when I took Erika’s advice and decided to go with her to a club last Saturday night. It wasn’t just any club, but a Country and Western club called Shit Kickers in the middle of downtown Manhattan. Whoa you say, hold your horses. Aren’t you a black woman? What are you doing in a Country and Western bar by the name of Shit Kickers? And I say to all who ask, looking for a man.

After a week of the most grueling and boring work in a small dentist’s office, answering the phone, and cleaning people’s teeth, I came home exhausted and swore I would get another job.  I can never hope to have a life with this job. And looking at all those mouths through a magnifying glass, I was totally turned off, freaked out, and drained.

Then after spending all day trying to keep Doctor Wolff from pawing me and poking me with his little dick every time he passed me in the hall, I felt completely out of it. It’s not that he wasn’t appealing, but he was married and I swore I would never get involved with a married man, and this man was married and had a little dick. I could take one, but not both. 

When I hiked home from the subway to my apartment, I opened the door and dropped into the nearest chair.

My roommate Erika said as she stood over me, I need some good mindless sex. And the best way to get that is to fuck a cowboy.

Why are you telling me this? Go out and find you a cowboy and fuck him for heaven’s sake and leave my tired body alone. I managed to look up at her. Aren’t you a little far from home to be looking for a cowboy? Shouldn’t you have stopped in Texas when you left California? I don’t know about you, but I’m particular. I don’t like screwing around with just anyone. You can catch something."

You can catch something from that man whore you find yourself devoted to, Erika said with a smirk.

He uses a latex for your information, I said as I turned nervously away and kicked off my shoes. Besides that man whore is coming to visit tonight and tomorrow night. Please stay out of his way and don’t look at him with those eyes.

What’s the fuck wrong with my eyes?

You do something with your eyes and then smack your lips at him. He says you don’t like him.

Well I don’t, she said with a cool I don’t give a fuck voice.

He’s a challenge and you know how I like a challenges. He says he doesn’t go down on a woman. He likes the good old fashion missionary position. And I’m trying to convince him that there’s nothing wrong with it.

That’s because he only wants to satisfy himself and not you. She throws up her hands and says, What difference does it make if he doesn’t eat your pussy? It’s just a waste of time just being with him. Now if you want to get satisfied, get you a cowboy. It doesn’t matter if he’s black or white, you need someone that can ride you hard and put you up wet. I mean wet. And she extended her tongue out and stuck it in and then in and out of her mouth in rapid motion.

Shit girl. What’s up with you? I asked. It looks like you are the one that needs some.

Have you been listening, Lela, I’ve been too long without a good fuck that’s why you have to go with me tonight.

Tonight? I asked with my weary ass barely able to get out of the chair." Erika pulled me from the chair.

Now get in there and get yourself ready. We’re going out tonight. And Erika danced into her room and left me standing there wondering what to wear and questioning whether this would be another wasted night. First I had to call Derick and tell him it was off for tonight. It would not be a lie to tell him that I was tired. I didn’t have to add the other parts. And besides this was probably what I needed. I had gotten in a rut with him and his lack of commitment to satisfying me sexually. Maybe I needed someone to light a fire under me, I thought. And that’s how I ended up with a Werewolf.

Chapter 2

After dressing I felt better. I combed my curly Afro and gave it a little pat to keep it compact and looking good at least until I got inside the place. I put on some red lipstick and I was good to go. I didn’t care if I met someone or not, I just needed a change of scenery.

I sauntered over to the window to check the weather outside. As long as there wasn’t any wind and the weather wasn’t too hot or too cold my hair would be OK.

Now for the rest of me. I wore a pair of tight jeans and blouse with strings that open down to my large breasts. Men like the big breasts part and I was proud of them. I could tell the way Derick pulled and nudged his head on my breasts and sucked my nipples all night if he could. He would fuck me and suck them at the same time.

I would be so horny expecting more, I would almost come on myself just by him sucking them. But then he would jump on me and in a second it would be over. That’s why I tried to get him to eat my pussy. He wasn’t satisfying me. Then I decided to tell him how I felt.

Derick, I didn’t come, I would look to him as he lay across from me with a limp dick and still pawing and pulling at my breasts and nipples. It appeared that’s all it took to get him off, but me, it would take a little longer and by the time he worked me up again my nipples were sore and his dick was hard again.

He looked down at me ready to push his cock into my already wet pussy and said, Well you’ve got to get yours quick, because when I get into that sweet pussy, I go for the gold. I get in there and get out quick.

And he placed his head down and his large lips around my nipples one more time and sucked like he was a baby trying to get milk. Then he pushed his limp dick into my opening and in another second he was finished and I had the other leg dotted with a white fluid.

I could swear this man was full of nothing but liquid. I’ve never seen so much come in my life. I guess I settled for a life of short meaningless arousals and fucks with no satisfaction at the end of it.

And there Derick lay night after night in my bed because he said his place wasn’t fit for a woman because of his roommates being slobs. In New York, which place was fit if you didn’t live in a high rise costing in the millions? He gave a lame excuse night after night for why I couldn’t go to his apartment and why he couldn’t eat my pussy and why I should give him a blow job.

Are you ready, Erika said as she came in my room jarring me out of my unpleasant thoughts. She glanced at me and said, You look fucking hot with that Afro of yours. I wish my hair did that.

I gave her the same compliment, You don’t look so bad yourself, I said telling the truth. Erika is my age in her twenties and short with dark hair and blue eyes. If she knew how much time it took to get my hair looking hot, she wouldn’t want it. But it’s me, and I’m black and there’s no denying that.

Now don’t waste your pussy on one of those lame black men who says he doesn’t go down on a woman, but wants you to go down on him.

I can’t ask a man what he likes. I said hoping Erika would give me pointers. She seemed more sophisticated than me. She had been to Europe. I moved to New York from Virginia and I haven’t seen the Statue of Liberty yet or gone to a museum. But I read a lot and the only way to get experience with men was to date different men. So far I’ve been only dating one black man, Derick. And I haven’t been able to get anything from him in the way of sex.

Sure you can. They asked you for what they want. Never mind. Let’s get out of here. I need to be around men. All kinds of men. Black and white, brown and all fucking kinds. We stepped out of our apartment and hailed a cab.

When we entered the cab Erika said, Now Lela, you have to be open if you’re ever going to get someone to eat your pussy. And maybe date a freak. Well not exactly a freak. You don’t want any of that tying you up shit or tying him up and whipping any one’s ass. Especially not yours. I sat and listened attentively and smiled occasionally as if I would take Erika’s advice.

The cab driver looked back at us and closed his partition. I guess we were too coarse for his delicate ears, but he peered back at us at every stop at the red light. He leered at us as if he was some kind of pervert waiting for his chance to flash us.

We stepped out of the cab after paying him. Did you get a load of that pervert? He whispered to me that I didn’t have to pay him just let him smell my pussy, Erika said.

What did you say to him?

I took my money back and said I’m charging you for talking dirty to me, and if you don’t want me to call the Taxi commission then get out of here.

That’s why he took off like a bat out of hell? Erika nodded.

Standing outside of Shit Kickers I looked up at a large red and white cowboy boot with blue stars gracing the front door. The doorman glanced at me with a raised eyebrow but smiled at Erika and passed us through.

When the door opened, and we walked through the room with country and western music filling the air, with Garth Brooks wailing on the overhead speakers, I looked around the thick smoke filled room. I guess someone forgot to tell these guys that there was no smoking inside. Overhead there were clear signs of no smoking.

What’s with all the smoke? I shouted to Erika?

Don’t pay any attention to that. We won’t be here long. This is just a place to meet up and then the action begins later. I followed her around to a table overlooking the dance floor. We sat and before our butts hit the chair the waitress was standing in front of us with a pair of Daisy Duke Jeans with her ass cheeks hanging out.

She turned and pointed across the dance floor to two guys. They want to buy you drinks, she said. One was a black guy and the other one white and they wore the standard cowboy gear. Jeans, shirts and a pair of cowboy boots. I could tell they wore the boots to make them look taller. They wore smiles that I wouldn’t trust if I were drunk. But I was cold sober.

Tell them... Before I could say no, Erika hit my arm.

Tell them we will be delighted to accept a drink from them. We’ll have two tequilas with lime.

But I don’t want to get a drink and have them think they can get a free fuck, I said looking around. By this time the music playing was slow and the line dancing was over.

We just want them to buy us a drink, Lela. We’ll duck out before they get the nerve to come over here. They want us to think they don’t want something, Erika said.

How do you know that?

Look at them with those goofy nerdy smiles on their face. Probably some tech guys who never had a blow job. We’re out of their league.

I didn’t know we had a league.

Well we have one, now, and speak for yourself, Erika said. When we looked up our drinks were in front of us. Two tequilas with lime. We smiled and mouthed thank you and turned and faced the opposite way.

Nervous I drank and drank the tequila not realizing the effects it would have on a nondrinker. Erika sipped hers. I have to go to the rest room, I said.

We just got here. You haven’t looked around yet to find that fucking hot man that will eat your pussy.

"How do you find a man that will do that? You could probably get