Preternatural: An Erotic Paranormal Romance Collection (3 Book Bundle) (7 page)

As he lay there, Lucas had an epiphany. Jennifer! It was Jennifer all along! Her love stopped the change in him, and had given him the strength to control the wolf inside him. It was because he had her in the first place that he was able to curb the monster inside him. Without her… he now understood, that without her, he was nothing more than a bloodthirsty animal… a monster.

Her love had given him hope, calmness and a purpose. Suddenly he realized that she was the one… it had to be her… she must have brought me home, cared for me and cleaned my house up. He realized that he was clean shaven and wearing clean pants and a nicer shirt too. Jennifer must have given me a bath and dressed me up.

His new realization brought a smile to his face – there was still something left. Somehow she must still care for me, he figured. So he decided to call her again, even if for one final try. He dialed her number, and waited. She didn’t answer. It went straight through to her voice mail. He redialed and redialed again. After a few more tries, he decided to just leave her a message before he completely gave up.

“Jennifer… this is Lucas. Please, come home, baby. I love you.” He hesitated, wondering if he should say anything else.

Then he thought about what he had just said to her in his head. You love her?  Really, is that all you have to say? Can’t you do any better than that? Do you expect her to come and live with a monster just because of those three words? That is so lame, he thought to himself.

Lucas began pouring his his heart out to her, “Jennifer… without you, baby, I’m nothing more… than an awful monster… but your love… it has changed me… back into a man. Please, baby… give me one final chance… and come back. We can do this… I can do this… if you’ll just give me a chance. Please, Jen.”

Lucas just lay there for a few seconds before he hung up, feeling like his chest was going to explode. Days went by with no answer from her, and eventually he just gave up. The will to live had finally left him. He had convinced himself that without Jennifer, he had nothing to fight for anymore.

And then one day, as he lay there on the bed, he heard a key turn in the door knob and the familiar clicking of her heels on the hardwood flooring, and the sound of her bag hitting the countertop in the kitchen.

I’m hallucinating, he thought to himself, I’m hearing things. But then she walked into the room, her arms crossed, looking unusually pale except for her eyes that were red from crying. She looked small and weathered, like she’d been through as much as he had.

She kept her distance, not moving any closer. “I’m not going to pretend that I’m not afraid of you, Lucas,” she started, looking down at the floor, “because I am… but I won’t try to tell you that I can go on with my life after what I saw that night either. You broke a lot of things between us that night, good things… but I’m not saying this is going to work. This is a trial run only…”

“Jennifer, I’ll do everything I can… I’ll try, whatever you want, baby.“

She looked over to him then and their eyes met. A fire ignited in him he thought long dead, “I just can’t do this without you, Jen. I don’t want to.”

Jen smiled a tiny smile and then stopped it before it grew too large, “I don’t know if I can do it with you either, but I have to try.”

“Jennifer,” he whispered, as fresh tears streamed down his cheeks.

She was back! He couldn’t believe it, but she was back! He would fight, forever, to beat the beast. With her, he knew it was possible. Looking at her now, he knew she was made just for him. Before him was a woman who would risk her life to be with the one she loved, no matter the consequences.

He slowly sat up, supported himself with his hand on the bed and, with great effort, stood up next to the bed. Weak and wobbly, he just stood there hoping to move over to her, but he didn’t have the strength to do it…

Jennifer just stood there looking at him, now more aware than ever of how much her absence had affected him. Tears flowed down her cheeks  as she immediately took four steps forward and embraced him in a tight hug, burying her face in his fuzzy neck, and supporting his frail frame as he tried to hug her back.

She loved this man and she would not desert him, especially in his hour of need; and despite his being a werewolf. Jennifer had thought long and hard on it for weeks, and she knew that if her Lucas was given the liberty of choice, he would never have chosen this life for himself. She couldn’t help the animal in him but she could help the man. And she would, no matter what!

10 months later
… things were slowly getting better between the two of them.

Lucas arrived home after work. About a year ago they had been separated for almost that long it seemed like. It was the longest that they had ever been apart in over 6 years. They had fights before, but never resulting in separation, never even close. But they had finally gotten back together and were now healing as a couple.

It was a slow process but he was nothing, if not ecstatic, about waking up every day with her by his side. Jen, however, was still not completely trusting of him as she had been before the event months ago, but they were building back a little more every day.

She answered the door that night in a tight little blouse and a small skirt. She had done her makeup nicely and looked as pretty as always. Her long brown hair was tied back. Lucas knew that she had made an effort above and beyond and that was a good sign.

“Jennifer, wow, I have missed you so much today, honey.” He went to kiss her and hug her but she turned her cheek slightly.

“I missed you too Lucas, but I am still upset. But I wanted to give you a chance to say your peace.” She flashed him a look. She was still hurting too.

“Jennifer, I… Can we sit down at least first?” he asked.

They sat on the sofa, her skirt rising as she sat, just enough to show off her creamy white thighs. Her legs were parted slightly and, suddenly, Lucas could not help but to think of how she tasted.

“I am up here,” Jennifer said, snapping her fingers, bringing Lucas out of his daydream and fantasy.

“Jennifer, I need to explain. I need to tell you the truth. And if you don’t like it, fine… but I hope we can fix this.

I feel you growing closer to me again… every day… and I don’t want to do anything to mess that up.”
She stared directly at him, waiting for more, not making it easy.

He continued on, “That girl, well, the one that you saw me kiss. It wasn’t a real kiss. I mean… What happened is, she and her boy friend wanted to have, well, you know… Like some fun with us together. Like a foursome.”

He looked down at the floor, embarrassed at the confession he was making, “I told her… that you would never be interested… and then she just kissed me. And then she grabbed between my legs. That’s the truth, honey… I swear. I just didn’t want to tell you before because I thought you would freak out and not believe me.”

Jennifer stared directly at him for almost a minute, like she was looking into his soul.

“Really? That’s all? You swear? You haven’t fucked her?”

“No way, Jennifer, I love you! And you know I’m not a cheater – never been one, never will be!”

After a minute more, she leaned forward and hugged him.

“Oh, thank God,” she said, “I have been so worried… thinking the worst of course. But why did you think I would freak out? I mean, I know I am pretty straight and inexperienced, but well, I do have fantasies too, you know.”

“I don’t know… I just,” Lucas said haltingly. “I just thought you might think it was my idea.”

“But Lucas, it is actually pretty sexy, don’t you think?”

He had no idea at all she would react that way. She had changed somewhat in all those months they were separated. She was now stronger and less timid. He was completely taken aback by her statement. The old Jen would have never admitted that.

“I mean, would you get jealous… watching someone else fuck me?” she asked, sliding her hand down between his legs.

He had not considered it, but he suddenly realized that she had. The thought, this sudden change and her hand massaging his cock sent a rush of blood between his legs.

“I don’t… know,” he stuttered. But he totally did. He wanted Jennifer so badly at that moment.

He leaned into her and kissed her, his hand wandering under her blouse. She made appreciative noises, so he reached back and unclasped her bra, releasing her 36C boobs. Her nipples were hard like little peanuts through her shirt.

“I am so glad you are back, Lucas. I need it so bad.”

He unbuttoned her shirt, and took off her skirt and panties quickly, as she lay back on the sofa and opened her legs slowly. As her large pussy lips parted he could see she was already very wet.

“Lucas, if you want to do it, I mean the foursome… I am okay with it… as long as you promise that you love me…”

He could not believe his ears. He got so turned on by his lovely girlfriend that he could not wait another second. He fumbled trying to get his clothes off as quickly as possible. He grabbed Jennifer’s hips and slid her to the edge of the sofa. He knelt before her, putting one arm under each of her legs, lifting her slightly. Then he brought his lips to her swollen, wet pussy.

Jennifer had changed over their separation. No longer happy just to take things as they came, she was now more in control of her life, her relationship, and her sexual needs and wants too. This was one change Lucas still was not used to. But her aroma and sweet taste was so familiar, so delicious… he did remember this part well.

He used his tongue and lips to make her cum half a dozen times right there. There was a small wet patch on the sofa now and her legs were shaking from the experience.

“Oh, God, Lucas. Fuck me… I so want it.” She had a look in her eyes of pure desire.

In all their years together Lucas had considered their sex life good, but nothing kinky or over the top. Suddenly she was acting super horny. He slid his cock into her, easing back and forth, slowly to start. Her eyes got dark, wanting to be fucked hard.

“Do you really want to?” he said, referring to the group sex idea.

“Maybe… yes. Fuck me, fuck me… You will let her boyfriend fuck me too?”

With that he felt a mix of desire and jealousy at the same time. He began to pound her pussy really hard. It was a powerful combination of emotions. He pushed deeper and deeper, each time hitting her g-spot, making her shudder with delight.

She was calling out his name, lost in ecstasy. It didn’t take long before Lucas began to flood her pussy with his special protein injection. It splashed everywhere, dripping back out on to the sofa and covering his balls. The warm wet feeling was amazing. The room went quiet except for the squishy noises of their juices as they moved, both of them catching their breath.

“I will do it, Lucas, if you want to.” Her mouth had just said yes, but he knew she would only do it because she thought he wanted to.

“You are more than enough for me, babe. Let’s just forget it. If it is something YOU want in the future, then ask me,” he smiled and kissed her, their juices leaking out everywhere onto the sofa. He knew they were going to be all right. All they needed was a little more time.

Yuan Wong had an education as a young girl that was not at all conventional. Yuan herself loved it. Until she was 15 she lived with her dad who was half British and half Chinese. They lived in Hong Kong in one of the lush high rise condos. At 15 she moved in with her Singaporean mother, who was the madame of an exclusive call girl agency. When she lived with her mother, the girls at the agency told her all kinds of stories about clients.

Yuan’s dad was one of the foremost safe-crackers in Asia, and taught her all the tricks of the trade including slipping in and out of places unnoticed. He showed her how to forge documents, pick locks and change her appearance. By 18, Yuan could slip into nearly any house, past any security system and seduce half a dozen men on the way. She was notorious, but the the authorities had no idea who she was. She was that good, she left not a single clue ever.

One day she was researching a new job in London. A client wanted some particular art pieces and they new that only she could get them. The job sounded interesting and very challenging, exactly her style, so she accepted his offer to meet in a massive, swanky  hotel one afternoon. Always on time, Yuan arrived there dressed to the nines and looked the part of a socialite guest. She was admitted, no questions asked, and given directions to the exact point she was to meet her potential new employer.

As soon as she reached the room, she noticed the door ajar, checked out her surroundings before slipping in and then pushed the door open. There was a masked man sitting quietly across the room. As per the usual, he handed her a packet containing all the details of the job he was offering her. She took it, still maintaining her position by the open door, and read through the contents in just minutes. She was tense when she finished her reading.

Yuan stood upright, leaning against the door, staring at her potential employer with an equal mixture of doubt and aggravation, still holding the large envelope in her hands. The fact that the man was wearing a mask so that he couldn’t be identified was not the source of her annoyance; it was his entire proposal that she had just read that aggravated her.

“So let me get this straight Mr. Johnson. You spent hours researching me, who knows how much time and effort tracking me down… all to offer me… this job,” she said wagging the envelope in his direction. “Something is not right here, Mr. Johnson.”

She looked down at her watch before continuing on. “I spent over sixteen hours on an airplane coming here – stuck between an overly friendly business man with a cold, and a horny college boy. But when I arrive, you tell me that the job involves me stealing… truly ridiculous… a man’s heart? You want me to retrieve his physical, beating heart? Or is this some kind of organ theft you are suggesting? Either way, do I look like a surgeon to you, Mr. Johnson?” The petite Asian woman stared at the masked man with her iciest glare.