The Shifter's Mate (Paranormal Pleasures) (5 page)

Her knees went even weaker than they were before.

He was there for Maryse, she knew. Of course he was. Everyone wanted to fuck her. That was her whole life. And now he was going to turn her into a mindless little fuckpuppet just like Heather...

“He’s gonna fuck me, oh god...” Maryse groaned and shifted, holding Lauren tighter. “H-he’s gonna take me...”

And why was she so fucking turned on by that thought? Her panties were soaked with arousal. It was just...chemical, that was all. The beast had some kind of pheromone reaction, leaking through the glass.

Yeah, that was it.

“It’s okay,” said Lauren. “The door is locked, and—”

Glass burst open as the beast attacked the door, sending it wide open. So much for the lock.

Lauren grabbed Maryse even closer than before. Her hands slipped over Maryse's.

“Take my hand, please?” Lauren asked.

There was so much vulnerability there...so much terror. Of course, Maryse knew it was mirrored in her own face. Seeing herself like this, Maryse couldn’t help but accept her. She took Lauren’s hand. Instantly, relief flood through Maryse...and she couldn’t explain why. It was just good to have someone need her like that.

The beast approached, step by step, agile and direct.

Here it comes
, thought Maryse.
Here it comes, get ready...

But then, something crazy happened. He took Lauren instead.

Relief again flooded through Maryse’s body—it was so overwhelming that she completely forgot to grab Lauren to try and help her.

But along with all that relief there was also just the faintest bit of...jealousy?

Lauren screamed for help, her voice bouncing off the complex walls, her little fists pounding futilely against the beast’s massive chest. But slowly, those cries for help dissipated the beast ripped off more and more of her clothes, growling with satisfaction at his prize, grabbing at her big tits and kissing, biting, and licking hard into her luscious neck.

More and more, Lauren stopped fighting, her face flushed, her body falling limply to the ground before the immense masculinity of the best.

More and more, all her moans of terror were replaced with moans of easy, hot want, her legs spreading around the beast’s sexy, svelte waist. His cock, giant and hard, rubbed intently between her tits and then down her soft, sexy curves.

“Fuck me,” Lauren moaned. “Oh god, yes! Yes! Yes, please! Fuck me with your big fucking beastly cock!”

There
was
some scent in the air...something the beast was doing to both of them. Maryse found herself wanting the beast to fuck Lauren almost as much as Lauren did. Maybe that was why she didn't run...why she slipped to the ground, on her knees, touching her breasts and making sultry faces at their display.

Maryse could even
understand
why the beast had chosen Lauren. Lauren’s body—thick and fertile and bountifully busty—was easily much more capable of taking a vicious, hard pounding like what this masculine alpha creature dished out.

Jealousy, hard and quick, stabbed furiously at Maryse. She didn’t know if she wanted to be fucked, but she definitely wanted to be chosen.

Suddenly, hands were wrapping around Maryse’s body—Heather’s hands. Her yoga-trained legs locked around Maryse’s waist, keeping her in place, while Heather’s one hand gripped hard on Maryse’s breasts. The other slipped into Maryse’s panties, and began quickly and expertly fingering her clit.

“Oh my god,” Maryse moaned.

Instantly, she was close to orgasm. There was no excuse for it—she had just completely turned into a wanton, slutty sexpet in the face of this overpowering beast. She
wanted
him to know how turned on she was. She
wanted
Heather to give her a hot, delicious orgasm, to make her smell like a good fuck. The pheromones in the air...she felt high. She couldn’t fight. She felt herself not
wanting
to fight.

“Watch him fuck her,” Heather instructed. “Watch Master take his chosen mate. Isn’t it so perfect? Don’t you feel so lucky?”

“Lucky...” Maryse repeated. “...Master...”

Lauren’s moans increased in intensity as the beast shoved his huge cock inside of her pussy. At the same time, Heather shifted her grip, pushing her two front fingers into Maryse’s cunt and then rubbing her thumb hard down on her clit.

Pleasure rampaged through Maryse’s body as Heather had her way with her. From the sounds of things, the same was happening to Lauren. The beast had practically bent her in half, his enormous hands just barely cupping her incredibly huge tits. He drove her into the floor, hammering his cock into her body with no restraint at all.

The beast let out a long howl, signaling his climax was near. The significance was not lost on the three women wrapped up in its pleasure.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Lauren moaned. “Cum on me! I’m gonna cum too. I’m gonna do it with you, Sir! Yes, please!”

“Yeah,” Maryse mewled softly. “G-gonna cum. G-gonna cummm with youuuu...”

Heather, of course, was already on her seventeenth or eighteenth orgasm of the night. There was very little that could stand in the wolf slave’s way when it came to pleasure.

With another great howl, the alpha stud came on top of Lauren, all over her belly, coating her in luscious white goo. Spurt after spurt fired out of him, layering down thick ropes of perfection on Lauren's tits. After several seconds, he seemed to be expended, and collapsed down on Lauren's body gently.

“She’s marked, now,” Heather cooed in Maryse’s ear. “Just like me...just like you’ll be, soon.”

The beast slowly began to transform—hair receding, muscles dissolving, claws disappearing. Over a period of two minutes, the recognizable form of Caleb appeared in Lauren’s arms. The light from the still-on flashlight let Maryse see his eyes—which appeared heavily dilated, as if he had been on drugs.

Maryse, at this point, was a bit beyond being shocked.

“The form of the Master...” Heather moaned, too busy fingering herself now to bother with Maryse. She sank back down on her back, orgasming away, sliding into a blissful sleep.

Maryse crawled forward, still dazed from her orgasm, trying to understand. Caleb, eyes open, appeared thoroughly out of it. She stroked his forehead lightly—all resentments and anger gone for the moment, and checked on Lauren, stroking her forehead as well. Lauren leaned up, eyes closed, and pulled Maryse in for a long, loving kiss. Maryse, surprising herself, did nothing to stop it.

When Lauren finally opened her eyes and saw who it was, she let go...slowly. Her hands ran down Maryse’s chest, and the two looked at each other with reinvigorated interest.

“Sorry,” said Lauren.

She didn't look very sorry. Maryse shrugged and cocked an eyebrow, biting her lower lip.

“Are you okay, Lauren?”

Lauren nodded. “I think so. I...I don’t know. Whatever happened to Heather...it didn’t happen to me.”

They both looked at Caleb.

“What happened?” they asked simultaneously.

“It’s a long story,” he said, drawing up into himself, hands over his knees. “I...I’m so sorry, Lauren. I don’t know...I don’t know why this happened.”

“It’s...all right.” She giggled. “I don’t know, I’m not like Heather...but that all felt really, really good. I didn’t know sex was like that.”

“I don’t think it is like that with anyone else,” said Maryse, smiling.

Something told her to be angry...but something more primal, more satisfied, just didn't care. It was pretty hot what the werewolf had done. Enslaving women...taking them as his property...

Just imagine
, thought Maryse,
the kind of woman who could have such an alpha male stud wrapped around her finger.

“Tell us,” said Lauren. “We deserve to know.”

“You’re right,” said Caleb, shaking his head. “I can’t tell you the whole story...I don’t know it. I can only tell you what I know.”

“Okay,” said Lauren.

“This...this transformation?” said Caleb. “How I become that thing, that werewolf thing? I don’t know how it started. Just one day, all of a sudden, there I was. Big werewolf guy. I wasn’t bitten or cursed, I just...I don’t know. I wasn’t one day, and the next I was. My sister Felicia, she knows about this sort of thing. This, I don’t know what to call it. This occult sort of stuff. I asked her, and she got together with her friends...there’s a lot of me out there. Werewolves. But, they’re not all like me. Mine is different.

“That transformation you saw? I didn’t believe it was happening at first, this time around. I got into a lot of trouble at the end of school...almost ruined some people's lives. Luckily, I was able to fix it, Felicia and I. But I thought it was done, now. Otherwise I would have said something. It was supposed to
kill
me,” he said. “The next time I turned, I was supposed to die. That’s what Felicia said, what all the other people said. I’m uncontrollable, they said. The others, the other werewolves...they know how to manage it. But my inner-wolf, or whatever you want to call it? It burns too brightly—it eats up my whole life force, they said. There was no way I’d survive the next transformation. So...these tattoos? They were there to contain me. To make sure that I never turned again. But something here made me regress...and something...you, I mean.” He took Lauren’s hand. “You made me whole again. You saved me, Lauren.”

Lauren’s face swelled with gratitude, that she could be the one to make him better. Maryse again tried to fight down that stab of jealousy.

“But that was...it was you, who took Heather?” Maryse asked.

“Not me. I mean, yes and no. I don’t know. I did, but I didn’t want to. I never want to. It just...happens. The first thing I remember is seeing Lauren again. That must have been enough to revert me. But this time...I guess I had to make love to you.”

“It was a little more intense than making love,” Lauren said with a chuckle.

“What made you change, though, if you weren't supposed to change?”

Caleb's face clouded over. “I'm not sure. I'm really not. We'd have to ask Felicia, maybe.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it, though. The other girls, when they were around me...they...”

Lauren remembered now how Heather was so happy to do anything Caleb suggested.

“They became your slaves.”

He nodded, embarrassed. “Pretty much.”

“And I’m not.”

“Yes. You turned me back. You’re not affected. You’re...special, Lauren. Chosen, by something.”

“Chosen?” Lauren laughed. “I don’t think so.”

“I don’t know everything about it. I won’t pretend to. These powers are ancient. But you are...you’re something I haven’t even heard of, if you can resist what I've got. And that worries me, a lot.”

“Why?”

“Because up until I showed up, for those friends I told you about? I was something most of them had never heard of either.”

“Your sister,” said Maryse. “She knows a lot about all of this sort of thing?”

“Yes. She’s been studying for years. Since she was younger than us.”

“I’d like to speak with her, then.”

Caleb looked confused. “Why?”

“Because I’m involved, now. And now that I know this sort of thing exists...I want some protection. I want assurances.”

I want power
, Maryse thought.
And as much as I can possibly get my hands on
.

Caleb shrugged. “That’s fair.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” said Lauren. “I'm exhausted. Can we just...would you hold me? Both of you? And we can settle it in the morning?”

And so they settled in together with each other on the floor, and ended the night in one another’s arms.

* * * * *

L
auren woke up on the floor of the complex.

Her dreams had been indistinct. Runes floating around in her mind—the same sort of ancient runes she saw on Caleb’s body, on Heather’s body. They had been clicking and clacking together, and just almost had began to make sense...

And now she was awake in the cool late morning, the songs of birds echoing in the complex.

The first thing she noticed was that Caleb and Maryse were gone. Together, maybe? Maryse had been so insistent on meeting Caleb’s sister, and she was a girl very used to getting her way.

She...missed them, she realized. Both of them. After having confused feelings for Caleb for so long, something about what happened last night seemed to offer some clarity, even with as bizarre as the events were that unfolded. He still wanted her, after all. That was good to know.

What was even better to know—or at any rate, a very close second—was knowing that he didn’t hate her. Lauren had spent just the longest time evaluating and re-evaluating everything she had said to him, wondering what she had done to drive him away. And all along the answer had been right under her nose—it had nothing to do with her at all.

That was something she probably could stand to pay more attention to.

She stood up, pulling on what remained of her clothes. The complex around her was a wreck, glass shattered everywhere, furniture turned over...but she was fairly certain she could blame all that on the storm, once the inevitable questions started. She didn’t want the authorities to know about Caleb’s trouble, or power, or whatever it was. They would try and hurt him, contain him, and Lauren knew she couldn’t just enable that.

The camp would have to close, of course. Lauren didn’t know if she was done with Caleb...but she knew he was still dangerous. With Heather the way she was, and the rest of the counselors probably scared witless, there was no way they would be able to prepare for the rest of the summer.

Oh god, Heather. Lauren hoped Maryse and Caleb had somehow managed to take care of her now that it was morning. The poor lovely woman had gone a little crazy, maybe, but she wasn’t bad.

Maybe they had taken her with them? Perhaps to see a doctor. Or, maybe Felicia—Caleb's step-sister had helped in the past, after all. That would be good. Although, something told Lauren that neither Maryse nor Caleb would be completely immune to Heather’s constant pining for attention. Hopefully Felicia would help them all with that.