SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (79 page)
Authors: Fiona Knightingale
I felt Randy’s hand slither up my leg, making it’s way towards my thigh the way I dreamed it would back at the bar. It vanished under my skirt, and the warmth of his fingers against my cold flesh felt sensational. Bucking and writing underneath him, I pushed my body up to meet his hand, urging him to go further. When I felt his fingers brush up against my panties, my breath stopped for a moment- he deftly massaged me through the fabric, a strange, slightly scratchy sensation that I’d never felt before. I moaned, allowing my head to drop back as he began to work his kisses along my neck.
Then he hooked his fingers around my panties and pulled them aside, exposing my landing strip to the cool air in my apartment. His fingers were just barely brushing the outside of my lips, his thumb occasionally glancing across my clitoris, and my whole body ached for some relief. When he pressed his index fingers against me, all I wanted to do was writhe against it long enough to relieve the pressure building between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Renee,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. His finger began to move in slow circles around my clit, and my entire body responded, my hips rocking to meet his rhythm. But he had other ideas.
Pulling me round so that my feet were on the ground, he positioned himself between my legs. Glancing up at me, he began to unbutton his shirt as I kicked my panties down over my feet and ruched my skirt a little higher so he could get a better look at me. It felt laviscious, sitting here with my clothes pulled aside to give him easy access, but I wanted him near to me and didn’t have time to bother with all that undressing business.
Once his shirt was off, he peeled down his jeans and boxers, and I craned my neck to see what he was packing- holy shit, Thea was right. Whoever she’d got her information on wasn’t lying, because he was big- a thick, solid ten inches, the kind that made me lick my lips. But I didn’t have much time to focus on that little delight before he lowered his head down to my pussy, hovering his mouth just above me so that I could feel his breath tickling my aching flesh. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pressed his mouth into me, using his fingers to spread me open as he did so.
Fuck. His tongue was immediate and fast, hungrily darting all over my sex- tasting my lips, my clit, my slit. I let out a cry of excitement, my body squirming to and fro on the couch as he formed a seal around my clitoris and began to gently suck. His tongue moved in circles across my sensitive nub, my back arching as he sent waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. That pressure between my legs was more insistent now, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I looked down, and saw that he’d taken his impressive erection in his hand and was slowly jerking himself off while he ate me out. The sight of him, so turned on by going down on me, on his knees between my legs, was all I needed to send me over the edge. Gasping and clutching at the couch, I came, my body tensing and twitching as he tongue me even faster, moving his face to keep up with my sudden movements.
I was still catching my breath back when I heard him fumbling in his jeans, pulling out a condom and sheathing himself. Still sitting on the floor, he gently tugged me towards him, pulling off my shirt as he did so. I hastily unzipped my skirt, casting it aside along with my bra, until we were both naked, sitting mere inches from each other.
“Is this okay?” he breathed, gently wrapping his arms around me again and pulling me towards me so that I was straddling him. My pussy was inches from his cock, and I couldn’t focus on anything but lowering myself down and taking every inch of him.
As answer, I slowly slid down, wincing slightly as he stretched me wide open. It was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, taking a full minute to adjust to as I tried to take every bit of him. Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to move, my small breasts bouncing slowly as I rocked back and forth. He bit his lip as he looked up at me, his hands straying down to my ass, cupping and caressing my flesh. He began to grind up to meet me, letting us fall into a heady pace as we fucked on my living room floor. I had never so much done it out of bed before, but this was…something else. It was right in between making love and fucking. There was a harsh hardness to it, matched with a tenderness. The way he landed a soft spank on my ass before he slid a hand up to brush the hair from my eyes. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, he just looked so good, and once again, having such power over this powerful man was as much of a turn on as the physical sensation of fucking him actually was.
We seemed to sit that like that forever, our bodies slowly rocking in time with each other, until I felt that familiar pressure begin to build between my legs once again. Seeing the way my face tensed up as I prepared myself to come, Randy reached down and placed his thumb against my clitoris, moving it back and forth in slow circles until I was clinging on to him for dear life.
And then, in a moment, it happened- my body exploded around his, my arms tightening around his shoulders, and I came. Within moments, I felt him reach his own climax inside of me, his body tensing for a moment and then releasing, relaxing. We stayed as we were for a moment, both of us trying to regain our breath and our dignity.
“That was…” he began, but I put a finger to his lips.
“We could talk about it, or we could have a beer and then do it again?” I suggested, a salacious smile playing at the corner of my lips. And judging by the way his face lit up, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to object to my plan.
When Randy left the next day, I felt a mix of emotions. Firstly, the sober part of me wondered if I would ever actually here from him again. All those small, paranoid thoughts that had darted through my brain last night in between our festival of drinking and fucking and talking seemed to become more real in the light of day. The cynical part of my brain told me than he’d been feeding me a line, that he didn’t have any intention of getting out of the business or indeed ever seeing me again. After all, what did he have to gain? Unemployment? A broke graduate girlfriend with no real job yet? I couldn’t figure out why he’d want to leave all that behind, no matter how hard I tried.
But when I heard my phone buzz in my pocket later in the day, my heart still skipped a beat. It was him- inviting me out the following week. My first thoughts were excitement, and my second was disappointment that I’d have to wait a whole week to see him. But I filed away those thoughts, convincing myself that is was just some harmless, hot-as-hell fun.
So imagine my surprise when he came down with a bunch of CVs for me to look over, and job applications to help him fill out. It wasn’t what I’d expected from a second date, but it was proof-proof that he was genuinely trying to start over. And that was the best thing I could have hoped for from him.
It took him a while, but he found a job in the end- running a small charity for drug-addicted teens outside the city. I knew it made him feel good to be giving back, to stamp his Karma card, and every day he went in, he came back a little happier at his place in the world. I ended up with that copywriting job, and both of us found ourselves working our way up our respective career ladders. More to the point, though, we found ourselves falling hard and fast for each other. We’d met at pivotal times in both our lives, and we represented our ability to change and adapt ourselves we the times. And, considering that he’ll be moving his stuff over to that very same apartment I moved in to months ago, I think it’s safe to say that adapting to each other hasn’t been too hard, either.
THE END
Alissa had been fighting demons for a long time now. It all started when she was 7 years old. She did not know what was going on at the time, but after spending years doing research, she had figured it out. Her mother had hunted demons, and after years of trying to protect her family from them one finally made it into their home. It had possessed a friend of Alissa’s mother’s and when the friend was invited over for dinner it had the prime opportunity to attack. Alissa’s entire family except her had been killed by the demon and she will never forget the black smoke that poured out of the lady's mouth as Alissa’s mother finished reciting an exorcism with her last breath. She had given everything she had to ensure that Alissa was safe and Alissa made it her life goal to hunt that specific demon down and kill it.
Alissa had been sent to live with her Aunt and at the age of 13 decided that she was going to begin learning everything she could about hunting demons. That was the year that her Aunt had given Alissa, her mother’s journal. As Alissa began to read it, she realized that her mother was not the only one in her family that had hunted these creatures. In fact it had started generations ago and had been passed down from parent to child. Alissa’s Aunt did not want anything to do with hunting and had all but left the family. She wanted a real life, a real family and did not want to have to worry about the fate of the world hanging in the balance.
Alissa learned by reading her mother’s journal that there was much more out there than demons. There were vampires, werewolves, jinn, witches, ghosts, and an entire world of creatures that people told themselves were non-existent, there were even dragons. The journal detailed the different ways to weaken as well as kill each of the creatures, spells that would trap demons and exorcisms that would send them back to hell. It was nothing less than a how to manual on hunting monsters.
After Alissa learned everything she could from her mother’s journal she began looking for as much information as she could and spent the next 5 years of her life doing nothing but going to school and coming home. She spent all of her time that she was not in school learning about hunting monsters. She had no plans for college and knew that the second she graduated high school she was going to begin hunting that thing that had killed her family and taken away all of her joy. She was going to make sure that every monster she encountered was going to pay for what one demon had done. She did not care that a specific monster had not attacked her family, they were all monsters and she wanted them all dead.
She had decided that she would fight them up until she took her last breath just like her mother had but she, unlike her mother would not have a family to put in harms way. For that reason Alissa had never dated. She showed no interest in having a relationship and when guys asked her out she simply said no without giving it a second thought.
Alissa was also a big girl. She stood about 5 feet 7 inches and was very curvy. She had large round hips, a soft belly, and plump breasts. Even though she was a big girl she was extremely fit. She had no problem chasing down monsters, fighting, wrestling with them and on occasion running away from them. She had long dark black hair and the bluest eyes anyone had ever fair skin that was absolutely flawless and had a smile that could light up a room.
She saw the looks that she got from men and often wished that she could like her Aunt have a normal life, one with a husband and maybe even children. She longed to know what it felt like to have a man wrap his arms around her and to feel safe from everything but she knew that would never happen. How could she ever feel safe when she was one of the very few people who actually knew what was out there.
She had considered dating another hunter and even tried it once, but the job got in the way. The guy that she was dating was always trying to protect her from the job not allowing her to hunt the way that she needed to. He was always trying to keep her away from danger and that was something that would never work for her. She felt that it was sweet, but it really just got on her nerves. They only dated a few weeks before she had to break it off and swore to never date a hunter again.
Recently Alissa had been working hard tracking down the demon that had killed her family. She had gotten a lead that it was in a small town in Kansas and all of the signs showed that it was going to go after another family. Alissa had looked into the history of this specific demon and she had found that it loved to go after families. Most of the time no one in the family was able to survive and the few who had were never the same.
They suffered from what psychiatrists called paranoid delusions, but Alissa knew that there were no delusions. She also knew that if it were not for her Aunt she could have been one of those people, spending her entire life in a mental hospital.
Alissa had never been so close to catching this demon before and she was more than excited. She was ready to meet it face to face, but there was only one problem. This demon was stronger than any demon she had ever faced before and she was not sure that she would be able to kill it. Of course she knew how to exercise it and send it back to hell, but that had not worked for her mother and she knew it would not work for her. The demon would make its way back and it would do so very quickly, which would allow it to attack more families. This demon didn’t just attack regular families, though it was the most fond of attacking the families of hunters.
She had a network of several other hunters that she had met over the past 5 years that she had spent hunting and they were great when it came to helping her track down the demon that she was hunting. Since Alissa had no idea how to kill this demon she had to look into getting help from outside sources. Sources that were not hunters that was where Niq came in.
Alissa had hunted shapeshifting dragons in the past and that was how she had met Niq, he was the Alpha, the father of all of the dragons that she had killed. Niq was the reason that most of the dragons maintained their human form, although he allowed them to shift on occasion flying high above the clouds. This could be dangerous because they were often seen by those in airplanes and had to shop shifting for a while until the crazed dragon hunts died down. He was the type of Alpha who took care of his group and was very angry with Alissa when he found out she was hunting them. He was also understanding when he found out that they had been killing humans and told Alissa that if she had not killed them he would have done it himself.