Caught by the Werewolf

By Alis Mitsy

Rachel is well known for all the reasons and any lad worth his beer seems to have already "had a go" with her. Nevertheless, the cocky blonde goes to the Halloween party with high hopes to find "the right one", but comes across a gentleman in a highly realistic werewolf costume that is more than he seems to be on first glance.

When she's hauled off to the bedroom by a real werewolf, what can Rachel do but plead for her life? To her fortune, however, the werewolf may very well be just the male she's been looking for as his desires lend towards the more carnal side of lovemaking...

Author's note: this version of the story contains erotic scenes between a werewolf and a human woman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Oct 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370742967

Alis Mitsy

An author set to bring your fantasies to life and more. I have been writing erotica since 2011 and am ever set to improve my craft, exploring kinks that are new to me, all for your reading pleasure.Fancy something a little more personal? Do you want a tale written with you as the star or another character of your creation in the erotic spotlight?I am currently open for commission work beginning at a rate of 30 GBP per 1000 words and occasionally have special offers running too for mini-stories. Please contact [e-mail] for further details.

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Caught by the Werewolf

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2017.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Please note that this version of the story, Caught by the Werewolf, contains erotic scenes between a werewolf and a human woman. Please enjoy!

Rach! Didn’t think I’d see you here!

The young woman stopped beside a jauntily carved pumpkin with a lopsided smile. Brushing her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder, Rachel turned slowly on the spot. A man with an orange and black striped cloth draped down from his hips licked his lips and looked her up and down. His eyes stripped her of her flowing, white dress and she balked, taking a physical step back, tiny nose wrinkling. As disco lights flickered over his bare, oiled chest, he tensed, pushing out his abs as if to draw her eye.

Hi, Pete. She pursed her lips. What are you then? That’s a...nice costume.

He laughed, throwing his head back to show off a set of pearly whites. His tousled brown hair flicked into his eyes and he pushed it away, a smirk quirking his lips on one side.

I’m Tarzan!

He posed with his arms raised above his head. Swaying them back and forth, he bellowed, supposedly playing the part of a wild man swinging from tree to tree. Rachel did not respond and crossed her arms, a pair of silver wings jiggling on her back. Dropping his arms, Peter laughed, amused by his own joke.

Aw, c’mon, Rach. He slung an arm around her shoulder even as she shrugged him off, as stiff and unyielding as a brick wall. Don’t be like that. Have a sense of humour once in a while!

He smiled, laying a hand on her forearm.

Something has to be funny to laugh at, Pete.

He rolled his eyes and snaked his arm around her waist, hand falling with far too much familiarity to the small of her back.