Werewolf Undercover: A Paranormal Erotic Romance
After a long and fruitless job hunt, Victoria Wright has become a barista at the local coffee shop. It's all work and no play - until Officer Charles Johnson arrives on the scene! Victoria falls head over heels - but will hers be just another heart the player breaks? And will Victoria be able to handle Charles' dark secret? More
WARNING: this 13000-word story contains explicit oral, anal, and vaginal sex with a human-form werewolf! 18+ only!
“Charles, look,” I said. “I know we’ve only gone out a couple times now, but I really like you. And... and I don’t care what your midnight thing is.”
He smiled a sad sort of smile. “You do care, believe me.” He kissed me lightly on the cheek.
“So then tell me.”
“I’d rather show you. You wouldn’t believe me if I just came out and said it.”
A strange statement that made me grow ever more curious. I checked my watch; it was only 10:00. I tried to push the thought out of my mind and instead, in a sudden stroke of boldness, stretched my face upward to kiss him. He responded quickly, turning his face to meet my lips. He pushed into me aggressively, his tongue probing into my mouth. I brought a hand up to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his silky hair. He gently pushed me down onto my back, bringing himself with me, not breaking our kiss. I ran my hands down his back as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He slowly broke away from my lips and leaned down to kiss my neck. He trailed kisses down to the neckline of my dress, across the top of my breasts. I had a strong, sudden urge to pull Charles into his bedroom.
As if he read my mind, the police officer looked up at me. “Is this all right?” he asked.
“I have a condom in my purse,” I blurted.
He looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled. “Well if you’d like me to use it, you won’t hear any complaints.”
I felt the heat rise up in my cheeks. “Um, I think... I would like that,” I said. I bit my lip hard.
Charles chuckled again. He stood up, then scooped me into his arms. “Anything to make you happy, m’lady.”
He whisked me off past one of the closed doors into a comfortable-looking bedroom. In tune with the rustic theme of the rest of his home, his bed was supported by raw pine posts. He gently laid me on the colourful patchwork quilt covering his bed, then straddled me, supporting himself on his arms as he looked down at me. He made a low sound in his throat, almost like a growl.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off. My eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest, broad and sculpted like an image straight out of my dreams. I reached up to touch him almost reverently. I ran my fingers along his six-pack, feeling every coiling muscle of his abs. His torso was just as hot as his face and hands. I was beginning to wonder how true his claims of genetic disorder were.
Charles pulled himself away from my face and tugged my dress down urgently. I gently pushed him off me then stood up beside the bed. I locked eyes with him as I slowly unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor.