MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S HEAT
by Judy Mays

A Contemporay Werewolf Romance

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Belle flinched when another clap of thunder rolled over the dark cabin.

All her fur puffed out, Callie hissed and dove under the sofa. I am not coming out until the loud noises stop.

Lightening flashed around the room. Thunder boomed.

The fine hairs on Belle’s arms stood up, and she tossed the mystery she was staring at on the sofa. She couldn’t concentrate on the story anyway.

Alex was coming to claim her.

He was coming. She was as sure of that as she was of her own existence.

The werewolf in her soul soon had her pacing from the window next to the door to the one over the sink in the small kitchen—back and forth, back and forth.

Shadows dipped and swayed with another lightening flash.

He was coming.

Her heat thudded in time to the thunder.

Tonight.

Rain pounded on the roof.

Now.

As the door slammed open, Belle spun around.

Naked, Alex stood, feet braced apart, hand splayed against the door, rain drops rolling down his broad, bronze chest and firm abdomen into the black curls at the juncture of his muscular thighs.  His thick cock thrust out—hard, erect.

His dark, gold-flecked eyes blazed with sexual arousal.

His voice shook with Alpha possessiveness. “Come to me now.”

Belle’s breath caught in her throat. He was everything she wanted in a mate—strong, powerful, domineering. He was more than worthy of her love.

That didn’t mean she’d bow meekly to his demands. He had to earn the submission she’d give him.

Shivering, she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. “No.”

Shock and surprise radiated like heat from his body.

A growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “No games!” He held out his free hand. Come to me.”

Crossing her arms over her breasts, she shook her head. Her voice was firm. “No.”

His voice became a snarl. “You are mine.”

As a gust of cold, rain-soaked wind blasted past him, her nipples puckered under her crossed arms.

Her chin rose higher. “Prove it.”

In the blink of an eye, he was across the room.

Anticipating his leap, Belle sidestepped and started toward the door only to be brought up short. Alex had managed to snag the back hem of her tee shirt. Without a second thought, she grabbed the shirt’s neck and ripped the front in two. Sliding her arms free, she sprinted through the door and leaped from the porch out into the rain.

In seconds, she was drenched.

Ripped tee shirt crumpled in his fist, Alex stood on the porch and glared at Belle. She wasn’t running. Instead, she stood in the pouring rain, long, black hair plastered to her head, neck, and shoulders, fists planted on her hips, feet spread slightly apart, head thrown back. Her nipples pebbled into hard nubs as the pouring rain sluiced off her pert breasts. The soaked shorts she wore clung to her hips.

Lightening flashed and a diamond glittered in her navel.

A gust of wind swirled, embraced her then raced past him.

She smelled of wet woman and arousal.

He would have her. Now!

Leaping from the porch, Alex changed direction in midair, anticipating her dodge.

He anticipated the wrong direction.

She sprinted left as he landed to her right.

Water slapped him in the face as he landed on his hands and knees in a deep puddle in the wet grass.

Pushing himself to his feet, Alex glared at her. “You aren’t fast enough to escape me!”

“Prove it.”

As lightening lit up the darkening sky, excitement surged through Alex’s body. His balls contacted and his cock hardened even more. The werewolf in his soul howled with joy with the thrill of the chase and promise of sexual dominance at its conclusion. He erupted to his feet and surged after her.

Thunder rolled.

Anticipation rippled through Belle’s body when she heard Alex’s foot steps closing the distance between them. The thought of being sexually dominated by him had her stomach clenching and moisture pooling between her thighs. He was faster but she was quicker. As long as she dodged, he’d have trouble catching her.

Again Belle shivered, but not from the cold rain pelting her body. The longer Alex had to chase her, the more sexually frustrated the werewolf in him would become. When he finally caught her…

She gulped with anticipation.

Bending over, she grabbed a gob of mud and threw it directly at his chest.

He didn’t dodge fast enough.

Wet mud splattered against his breastbone and rolled down over his stomach. In seconds, the rain washed his chest clean again.

Alex snarled again as Belle dodged away from him. Bitch. Didn’t she know how dangerous it was to tease him like this? When he finally caught her, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

The rain slowed.

Her laughter slid past him.

Howling, he launched himself to her right…and wrapped his arms around her waist when she dodged into his arms.

Twisting in midair, he landed with a splat in the soft, wet grass with Belle on top of him. He hooked his fingers into the back of her shorts and ripped them in half. Then he rolled her over, grasped both wrists with one hand, pinned her arms over her head, and pulled what was left of her clothing from her body.

She moaned and arched into his mouth as he nipped first one nipple then the other.

Raising his head, Alex looked into her flushed face.

She bucked underneath him.

His cock prodded between her thighs.

Dipping his head, he captured her mouth in a long, dominating kiss. He slid his tongue between her teeth and raked the inside of her mouth with it. His teeth clicked against hers.

When he finally pulled his tongue out of her mouth, she caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit down until she drew blood.

Sheet lightening flashed in the distance. The thunder rolled away.

As he licked the blood from his lip, Alex’s werewolf soul howled in triumph. Belle was meant to be mate to an Alpha. His cock jerked against her thigh. He had to bury himself inside of her, claim her, brand her as his. But not like this. Not like a human. He had to mount her, hold her immobile beneath him as he pumped his seed into her body and merged his soul with hers.

A late peal of thunder cracked around them.

Belle sank her teeth into his shoulder.

Alex smelled more blood.

With a snarl, he released her wrists and flipped her onto her stomach. When his fingers brushed against the diamond piercing her navel, she moaned and bucked. He rubbed his cock against the cleft in her ass. “Submit to me.”

Beads of water hit him in the face as she shook her head. “No.”

Grabbing her waist with both hands, he lifted her to her knees. “You can’t escape me, Belle. Submit!” He kneed her thighs apart and settled between them. Reaching between her legs, he slid his finger into her. She was wet and more than ready for him.

Alex eased his cock between her thighs, sliding it back and forth against her slick lips. He leaned over her back and nipped her shoulder.

She shuddered, moaned again—and bucked against his hold.

Alex’s breathing became harsher. “Submit. Now!”

He pinched a nipple.

Wind swirled and the dark clouds raced across the sky.

She shivered, tried to jerk free, then threw back her head. Her “No” echoed off the mountain tops.

His howl of frustration followed. He couldn’t claim her until she submitted of her own free will.

Alex rested more of his weight on her back and nipped her other shoulder. His voice was a dangerous rumble in her ear. “Damnit, Belle, without you, I only have half a soul.”

The full moon burst from behind the clouds, and her its soft light enveloped them.

Immediately, the tenseness left Belle’s muscles. As she relaxed beneath him, she pushed her ass back against his hips.

Alex thrust his cock home, groaning as her hot, slick, internal muscles tightened around it, grasped it, pulled it deeper. Clamping his teeth on her shoulder, he began to pump his hips.

His balls were on fire. He ached with need, and the werewolf in his soul fought to release his seed. But, his human half was determined to prolong his—and Belle’s—pleasure as long as he could.

REDNECKS N' ROCK CANDY

by Judy Mays

Romantic vampire comedy

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Rusty frowned.  Home.  She was there – the goofy author lady. What was her name?  Alice – Amy – no, Amber.  Yeah, Amber, that was it.  He shook his head.  Fool woman wasn’t afraid of him at all.  Why the hell not?

His mother had sobbed and run away from him when she’d seen his teeth.  His father had suggested he go live somewhere else.  And his grandmother.  Fuck.  She’d started a prayer circle to drive out the devil in his soul.  All the old ladies at her church were still praying.  He shrugged.  Not that it had done any good.

But this writer, this Amber.  She wasn’t afraid of him.  No, the exact opposite.  She was happy because she was writing one of those crappy romance books with the half naked people on the cover that a lot of women seemed to like. 

As he loped along, he stroked his beard.  Christ, those freaking questions she asked were personal.   Did biting people make him horny!  Where did she get off asking a question like that?  He didn’t even know her. 

A smile tickled the corner of his lips as he trotted along.  She was kinda pretty.  Blond hair, blue eyes.  Her nose was a little bit pointy, but at least it wasn’t big.  She had a nice smile, too.  And, not only were her teeth straight, but she wasn’t missing any.  Seemed like most of the women around here were missing a tooth or two.  Rusty grinned.  His father had always told him to make sure a woman had a mouth full of teeth before he spent any real amount of time with her.

The rest of Amber was really nice too.  Her breasts had been hidden under her baggy tee shirt, but they were two very noticeable bumps.  She was tall, almost as tall as he was with legs that seemed to reach to her neck.  Rusty sighed.  How he loved women with long legs.   Amber naked would be a sight to see.

“Not like I could do anything with her if I wanted to.  Fuckin dick doesn’t do anything but hang there now anyway,” he growled to the empty night.

Still, he could pretend.  Pulling a picture of Amber to him mind, he stripped her naked – high, pert breasts with pink nipples, flat stomach, golden curls between her legs.  Yep, mighty fine woman to look at.

As Rusty hurdled a fallen log, his stomach rolled.  His stomach muscles rippled and clenched as heat flooded his groin as blood surged into his cock.  When he landed on the other side of the log, he staggered and almost fell flat on his face.  Groaning, he jerked his zipper down, and his cock leaped free – hard, throbbing, aching.  He reached down and touched the head.  It jerked.  Dropping his rifle, Rusty fell to his knees.  A single tear rolled down his cheek and disappeared into his beard.   “Buddy, you’re back!”  He fisted his cock and slowly began to pump.

Joyful warmth permeated his body.   He felt his canines lengthen, but he ignored them, concentrating on the sheer pleasure of the first hard on he’d had in two months, of the total bliss he felt from his warm hand massaging and sliding the soft skin of his cock up and down over the engorged muscle beneath it.   Fuck, but this felt good.   How he’d missed the aching need.  Moaning, he pumped harder.   If only he had a woman.  

Just the thought of burying his cock inside a slick, tight woman hardened it even more.  Sitting down, he leaned back against a tree and spread his legs further apart. Arching his back, he thrust his hips forward and closed his eyes.   A woman.  What woman? 

Amber appeared in his mind again – this time naked.   Oh yeah, baby.  Long legs.  Golden curls there between them.  Would she play with herself?   Come on, sit down honey.  Spread those legs for me.

Rusty’s teeth began to ache as she sat, spread her legs, and cupped her breasts.  He sucked in his breath and held it as she pinched her nipples to hard points.  So white, so round.  Her nipples were so pink.  Oh to be able to suck those sweet buds into his mouth.

When drops of cum dribbled out of his cock, he stopped pumping and smeared them over the head.  Not quite the same as a woman’s cum, but now he was slipperier.  He began to pump again. 

Eyes still closed, he watched as both of Amber’s hands slid from her breasts, down over her stomach, and into the golden curls between her legs.

He began to pant.  “Yes, baby.  Let me see you do yourself.”

She smiled at him then looked down at herself.  With her left hand, she spread her lips.  “Do you like what you see?”

Rusty began to pant.  “Oh, yeah, honey.  Let me see more.  Dip your fingers in.”

Her chuckle was low.  The fingers of her right hand slid between her lips.  They dipped and swirled then circled her clit then dipped and swirled again.  She shifted and moaned.  “Hmmmm.  This feels good.  Do you like it, Rusty.”

He ran his tongue along his teeth.  Blood seeped from the shallow cuts.  His cock got even harder.  He pumped faster.  “More, baby.  Finger fuck yourself.”

She leaned back against the log that appeared out of nowhere, and he had a clear view of her cunt.  It was red and moist and swollen.  She slid her fingers inside and moaned.   Her hips jerked.  She slid her fingers back out and rubbed her clit.  She slipped her fingers back inside again.   She pulled them out and rubbed her clit harder.  “I’m going to come, Rusty.  I’m going to come.”

His teeth ached.  His cock ached.  He wanted to bury all of them inside her.  “Come, baby.  Come for me.  Now!”

His orgasm exploded.  Opening his eyes, he watched his cum shoot out before him, splatter against a tree a good four feet away.   Sweat cooled on his body. 

In his mind, he heard Amber shriek, then something popped, and his vision of her disappeared.

When his breathing finally returned to normal, Rusty gazed in the direction of the house.   Had she experienced the same thing he had?  Had he connected with her mentally?   “Christ, Amber.  I sure hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”

Now, if only his teeth would stop aching.

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