Ravished By The Wolf (Alpha-Male, Succubus Erotica) (2 page)

~ Chapter Three ~

“I got pack business to attend to. It
won’t take long.” He zipped his leather jacket. “You want me to take you home?”

“I guess.” The thought of returning
to my trailer left me feeling low. I would busy myself with cleaning and
laundry or I could sit in the sun and cultivate my tan, but I’d rather be with
my new lover. He seemed to sense my mood.

“You working today?”

“Nope.”

“You wanna come with me?” I nodded.
“I thought so.” He handed me a helmet. “Here.”

“Thanks.” My mood had improved
instantly.

“You’re not gonna get too attached to
me, are you?”

“No,” I lied.

“Good.”

I was dressed in the clothes I had
worn last night, white shorts and a flowery peasant blouse with a tank top
underneath. My tan, lean legs straddled the bike, while my arms wound around
his waist. He lifted the kickstand, and we took off on the dirt road, with a
fair amount of dust billowing behind us. The cabin was in the woods, not far
from the fairgrounds where the circus had assembled its tent. A mini carnival
had been set up as well, with rides for all ages and a petting zoo. The parking
lot was filled with vehicles. We weaved amongst people, families with
strollers, teens, and couples, either arriving or making their way to their cars.

After stowing our helmets, Gerard
sniffed the air; his attention was on the trailers near the woods. He took my
hand. “Come on, horny pants.”

“Oh, that’s so not cool.”

He grinned. “Hot pants.” I shook my
head. “Those shorts look really good on you.”

“Thanks.”

“You got legs that go on for miles.
How tall are you?”

“Five eight.”

“Not bad.”

“How tall are you?”

“Six three.”

“Not bad yourself.”

He held my hand. “You on the pill?”

I hadn’t been expecting that
question, and, in light of our recent activities, there was a real possibility
I could be pregnant, but I doubted it. “Um…not really.”

“Fuck-a-doodle-do.”

“I had no reason to be on the pill.
Who was I gonna sleep with? I’d kill anyone who wasn’t supernatural.”

“Yeah, I know. Let’s try to be more
careful.”

That’s right. You don’t want children. You’re leaving as soon as you can.

He squeezed my hand. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“I can feel it when your mood shifts.
I’m just concerned, honey. I’m a purebred werewolf, and you’re a succubus. What
would a kid like that be like? It’s scary as shit to contemplate.”

I hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, boy.”

“Yeah, oh, boy. We’re talkin’
something really weird here. It might be some kind of vampire werewolf or
somethin’. We need to be more careful. I wish I’d thought of it sooner.” His
eyes roamed over my face. “You sorta distracted me.”

“I’m getting my rag any day now. I
think we’re okay.” At least I hoped so. We were heading towards the trailers.
There were an assortment of plastic chairs out front and makeshift clothes
lines. Several midgets walked by, one walked a small, white dog. “Do you want
me to wait somewhere?”

“You’re with me. There’s no reason
why you can’t hear whatever my dad has to say.”

“Were you ever close?”

“When I was a kid…but it’s hard being
a wolf. We’re always fucking or fighting. There’s no downtime. It leads to
friction. Then there’s the history that’s hanging over our heads.”

“Everybody has history.”

“Yeah, but we never talked about it,
so it festered.”

“Sounds like a regular family.”
Although, I had never had the privilege of experiencing what it was like to be
in a real family. It had always been only mom and me. Men didn’t last too long
in our company. I had the feeling we were being watched, and I glanced into the
distance, seeing several men waiting. They were the same ones I had seen
yesterday. “Where are Stuart and Clive?”

“Probably at a bar. They’re coolin’
their heels waiting for me.”

The unspoken hung between us.
They’re waiting for you to leave
. I might
only have one more night with Gerard, and that thought was depressing. As we
approached, more of the pack appeared, including women, who looked fierce, with
tattoos, piercings, and hard, pinched expressions.

Markus stepped out from a trailer,
the door slamming behind him. “Right on time, son.” His eyes lit when they fell
on me. “And you brought that girl with you.” His nostrils flared. “You get any
sleep?”

I cringed inwardly. Their sense of
smell could pick up on things the ordinary nose could not. He knew we had
engaged in intercourse, and having it spoken out loud was embarrassing. The
women smirked, crossing their arms over their chests.

Steven, bruised and battered looking,
approached. “Hey, Catherine.”

I had met him in the woods several
nights ago, after the circus had come to town. He had been hungry, and I had
taken him in and fed him, getting to know him. Being the runt of the litter, he
was frequently picked on.

“Hey, Steve.”

“All right, folks,” said Markus.
“Let’s take a walk. We got pack business to discuss.”

“What about her?” asked the woman
named Renee. “She’s not pack.”

“She’s with Gerry. She’s fine. She
ain’t exactly human.” This answer didn’t please her in the least, and her scowl
deepened.

Mila patted her back. “It’s fine,
Renee. She don’t matter anyway.”

Again I was reminded of my temporary
position in Gerard’s life, and it bothered me, but I pushed the emotions aside.
“People are so friendly,” I muttered.

“Eh, don’t worry about those bitches.
They’re always unhappy about something.” Gerry squeezed my hand.

We walked into the woods; the heat of
summer hung in the air like a damp blanket. There were four women and five
males, myself included. Eager eyes drifted in my direction often, while nostrils
flared. My panties were the same ones I had worn yesterday, and they were
tinged with Gerard’s sperm and my arousal. It was mortifying to know that all
of them could smell this.

We reached a clearing after a short
walk, the trees offering up a fair amount of shade. The pack fanned out in a
circle. “Sit, please,” said Markus. “I got a few things I wanna say to my son.
I did summon him for a reason, and I’m sure he can figure it out, can’t you?”

“I have an idea.” Gerard sat,
bringing me with him. I was on his lap, with my legs folded before me. I
enjoyed the feel of his arms around me. It was safe and comforting. “I know
what’s up, and my answer is no.”

“Well, sure it is.” Markus smiled
tightly. “Your lack of interest in your family is well known. When you
hightailed it outta here four years ago, you left us high and dry—”

“Wait a minute. That’s total bullshit,
and you know it. I sent you plenty of money, you greedy bastard.”

“That’s not the kind of high and dry
I’m referring to. You didn’t fulfill your pack responsibilities. That’s all
gonna change now. You know what I’m talkin’ about, don’t you?”

“I’m not breeding with these women.
You can forget it.”

“It’s your turn, son. It’s time we
had some babies in the family. We need new blood. It’s been too long as it is.”

“I’ll make a call. I know of a pack
in California that’s looking to diversify.”

“No. We don’t need outside seed.” He
glanced at me. “You better not get her pregnant. I don’t know what the fuck she
is, but mixing it with werewolf is a risky proposition.”

“I can manage my own affairs, thank
you.”

“It’s time you take over these
affairs.”

“No.”

“This ain’t an argument, Gerry. I’m
not congress. There’s nothin’ democratic about it. I’m needin’ some surgery,
son. I gotta take care of this.” He patted his chest. “There’s some blocked
arteries, and God only knows what else. I’m outta commission for a couple of
months while I recover. You gotta take over.”

“Great. You just make Joe the alpha,
and we’re square.”

“His seed ain’t what we need. You’re
gonna take your place in the pack and make one or more of these girls
pregnant.”

I could feel Gerard’s anger beginning
to flare, as he vibrated with energy beneath me. The entire pack had begun to
simmer, like a pot of boiling water; their vivacity had me buzzing, my head spinning.

“You get yourself another boy. I’m
not taking over the pack. It was hard enough to get the hell away from you
people. I’m not crazy enough to put myself smack in the middle of this disaster
again.”

“It ain’t a choice.” Markus’s
expression looked strained; his skin had taken on an ashen tone. “Don’t make me
sick the pack on you, boy. There are ways of getting you to obey your betters.”

“Oh, that’s just great.” Gerard
lifted me from his lap and got to his feet, which prompted the entire pack to
do the same. Things were escalating; the tension was almost palpable. “Here we
go with the threats. I’m not a kid anymore. You can’t push me around. You can’t
treat me like a fucking carpet you walk on.”

“We need you to return to us, Gerry,”
said Mila pleadingly. It was surprising to hear a female voice.

“I’m really sorry, guys, but no
thanks.” He took my hand. “Let’s get outta here.”

“You son of a bitch!” shouted Markus.
“You can’t walk away from m—” He clutched his chest suddenly, as his face
twisted with pain. “Shit! Oh, shit!”

“Markus!” cried Mila. “What’s wrong?”
He bent at the waist, clutching his left arm, while he moaned in agony. “Call
an ambulance! He’s having a heart attack!”

~ Chapter Four ~

The entire pack had gathered at
Clarksville Memorial hospital. Their rough appearance, the torn jeans,
tough-looking women, and the dangerous aura they gave off, had forced patients to
move to the back of the waiting room. This motley crew of werewolves was indeed
a sight to behold. I sat with Gerard; while he guzzled a Coke and stared at the
wall with a fixed, yet void expression.

Mila paced back and forth, her abundant
vitality radiating around her. I had inadvertently siphoned off energy from
several nurses and the people in the waiting room, so my senses had been
elevated. Seeing the pack members like this, the worried looks and desperation,
made me almost jealous. If I were sick, truly sick, there would be no one
standing outside my hospital room, praying for my survival. Gerard resented his
family for imposing their will on his life, but at least he had a family.

A doctor appeared, and Mila rushed to
him. “What’s happening?”

“Markus is in the recovery room. He
needed a bypass and two
angioplasties
. He responded well, but he’ll have to rest for a few days,
under close observation.”

“Oh, thank God,” said Mila. “When can
we see him?”

“He’s awake now, but really groggy.”
His eyes skimmed over us. “I suggest only a few people at a time. There’s a
risk of infection, and I don’t want him exposed to something that could hinder
his recovery.”

“Of course. I’ll go first.” She held
out her hand to Gerard. “Come with me.”

He took it reluctantly, while a range
of emotions played across his handsome features. He professed to not care about
his pack, but his reactions told their own story. He had been beside himself
after his father had collapsed, rushing to him and offering assistance. The
pack had surrounded their leader, lifting him in their arms and racing to the
parking lot, where an ambulance arrived moments later. They had acted as one,
each person performing an essential duty; their differences had been set aside
to help Markus.

Gerard glanced at me. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you want me to get you anything?”
He shook his head. “Okay.”

After he had left, Renee and Tracy
approached, and I felt a prick of apprehension. Renee stepped behind me, her
nose neared my neck, sniffing. “I can see why he’s interested in you.” The hair
stood up on my arms.

“She’s hiding something.”

“She is, isn’t she, Tracy? But what
the hell is it?”

“I smell danger, pure and simple.”

“He’s too caught up in lust to notice
it. But, men are like that, aren’t they?”

“They sure are.”

“Excuse me.” I wasn’t going to stand
around and let these two pick on me. I moved by Renee, but she grabbed my arm.
The heat of her hand alarmed me, and the shock of the touch, a touch I didn’t
want, sent my body into a strange fit. I repelled her somehow. My reaction was
one of self-defense. I wasn’t entirely in control over what was happening.

“Shit!” She let go of my arm,
stepping away from me. “Why’d you go and have to do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know exactly what you did, you
little bitch.” She rubbed her arm. “Fuck!”

“Are you all right?” Tracy glanced at
me. “You’re gonna pay for that one.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Your little innocent look isn’t
gonna get you outta this. Count on it.”

Tracy whispered, “What did it feel
like?”

“It fucking hurt like hell.”

I glanced at my hands, wondering what
I had done. Whatever it was had been purely a reflex, and I hadn’t meant to
injure anyone. They would never believe me, and I wasn’t given the opportunity
to defend myself. Gerard and Mila appeared several minutes later. His
expression was grim.

“Who’s next?” asked Mila. “Joe and
Renee can go in. I’m gonna grab a coffee.” She seemed relieved; her intense
expression had softened, but an unpleasant look entered her eye, as she glanced
my way. “You might as well cut your ties to this one. It’ll never work.”

Her words were like a knife in my
heart. I hadn’t expected acceptance from these people, nor did I want it. I was
a stranger after all and far too dangerous, but it still hurt to be rejected. My
association with the werewolves had brought out several interesting side
effects of my own condition. Things were happening that I had never experienced
before, and they were worrying, yet exciting.

“I’m getting outta here,” said
Gerard. “Call me if anything happens.”

“You should stay.”

“No, thanks, Mila. I’ve seen enough.”

“You know what you have to do now,
don’t you? You’re our new alpha. We’re gonna need you for the shows.”

He bristled. “I will not perform in a
fucking circus show. I ain’t your new alpha.”

Her look sent a shiver through me. It
was intense, stoic, and indisputable. “You’re our leader now. We defer to you.”
She inclined her head, bowing slightly. Those in the room did the same; their
behavior indicated their deference and their allegiance.

“Shit!” Gerard took my hand. “Let’s
go.”

As we headed for the exit, I glanced
at him. “What will you do now?”

“I have to lead this shit, dammit!”

“So you’ll be their alpha?”

“Yeah.”

The energy he gave off was not only
angry, but it was laced with excitement and passion. The actions of the pack
had affected him, and being the leader was a heady and intoxicating feeling for
him. I felt all of these energies and more, my body buzzing from our joined
hands. If he were going to be their packmaster now, he wouldn’t leave tomorrow.
He would stay in Clarksville for an entire month while the circus was here…and
that made me incredibly happy.

In the elevator, he pulled me to him,
holding me close. I was slightly startled by this, feeling him tremble slightly.
His nose was in my neck, and his breath was hot against my skin. When I thought
he would let go, he gripped me tighter, squeezing me.

I pushed against him, putting
distance between us. “You better watch yourself. Don’t go getting too attached.”

Throwing his words at him had been
done teasingly, but his look lacked humor. The starkness was puzzling, and he
continued to stare at me, while withdrawing his phone. He texted quickly and
tossed it in his pocket. In the parking lot, he handed me the helmet.

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll take you home.”

Disappointment registered. “Oh,
okay.”

“You’re gonna have to tell me where
you live.”

“Yeah.”

I got on behind him, while the bike
burst to life with loud pop-pop-pop sounds. Heads turned in our direction as we
drove to the stop sign; several nurses smiled at Gerard, his lean, rugged body
hidden beneath well-worn jeans and a leather jacket. My grip tightened around
his midsection.
He’s mine, bitches
. I
glared at a thin blonde, giving her the evil eye. She ignored me entirely.

My peasant blouse billowed out behind
me, the wind taking up my long, dark hair. I’d never been entirely fond of motorcycles,
but, with Gerard, it was pure freedom mixed with slightly dangerous undertones.
I’d never been a risk-taker before; I’d never been so reckless. I had broken
free in the last twenty-four hours, emerging from my isolation, my voluntary quarantine.
I hated that he would be taking me home now. I didn’t want this feeling to end,
but I knew, once I was inside my trailer, with its veneered cabinets and moldy
smelling walls, I’d once again feel the pull of loneliness, and I dreaded that
above all else.

We entered the park, with its rows of
trailers; some were singlewides, while others were doubles; the larger abodes
accommodated bigger families. Kids played in the street, riding bikes and
running around. He stopped before my modest home, leaving the bike on. I slid
from the seat, feeling horrible…letdown. I handed him the helmet, refusing to
meet his gaze.

“Get your stuff,” he said gruffly.

Our eyes met. “What?”

“Pack your things. Hurry up. I don’t
have all day.”

Excitement, hot and electric, swept
through me; the rush sent me sprinting for the door, which I unlocked quickly.
I raced to the bedroom, grabbing a backpack from a closet, and tossed items in,
flinging underwear, shirts, and shorts together in a jumble. In the bathroom, I
grabbed make up and shampoo. I dashed out of the trailer, slamming the door
behind me.

Gerard handed me the helmet. “Get
on.”

I flung a leg over, holding him
tight, feeling joyous at the prospect of spending more time with him. We took
off, the rumble of the bike shattering the peace of the neighborhood, as the
kids watched us ride away. Minutes later, the thickness of a hardwood forest
lined each side of the road, stretching out for miles. The cabin he had rented
was hidden in the woods, which was the perfect place to stay, if you were a
wolf. There were two bikes parked out front; Stuart and Clive were inside. I
knew then that they were the ones he had texted.

He withdrew the key, the noisy engine
stilled instantly, as I lifted from the back seat, handing him the helmet. I
was going to say something, but the look in his eye killed the words in my
throat. Gerry vibrated with energy, as a variety of emotions registered: anger,
lust, and something else. The radiance in his eye, a flash of something
otherworldly, set me on edge. He was more animal now than man, and it was
frightening. He grabbed me, taking me with him, as he burst through the door.
Stuart and Clive had been expecting him; the men were dressed in jeans and
t-shirts, their look questioning.

“I gotta run and let off some steam,”
growled Gerry, who had begun to undress. “I ain’t in any condition to talk
right now.”

His expression clouded, his eyes
rolling into his head, as he kicked his boots free. He fell to the floor, his
body contorting unnaturally, the sounds of bones snapping and muscles popping.
He was in the process of shifting to his animal form, while tufts of fur
appeared along his spine. He groaned in agony. The sight of their leader
transforming before them had an immediate effect on Clive and Stuart, who also
began to shed clothes, while their bodies twisted and morphed into wolves. I
stood by the door, prepared to open it for them when they were ready.

The growls of beasts resonated in the
cabin, the transformations had ceased, and the animals were ready to pounce for
freedom. I flung the door wide, letting the white wolf, Clive, out. He stalked
towards the door on long, lean legs. Stuart growled at me, exposing sharp,
lethal looking teeth. He was the darker of the pack, his coat glossy and
spotted with patches of mahogany fur. They sprang suddenly, jumping from the
porch, leaving me with Gerry, who was of varying shades of grey. He had patches
of white around his mouth and eyes. He rubbed against my leg, a deep, rumbling
purr leaving him. Then he too bounded forward, joining his pack in the woods.

I’d been with them last night while
they had hunted, which had been a tremendous experience. My body buzzed, the
vibration nearly drowning out my hearing, as my ears tingled. My succubus
tendencies strained to burst free, my body tensing pleasurably. I tossed the
blouse to the floor, followed by my tank and shorts. I stepped out of my shoes.
I ran from the cabin, intent on joining my pack.