My Roommate, the Werewolf
©2012 Raminar Dixon
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.
Excerpt from the book:
“What have I gotten myself into?” My brain screamed.
As I entered the living room and crossed towards the front door, my feet flying, I felt my heart drop in my chest at an intensely powerful howl that exploded from behind me. Chase’s door swung open and he came running out, directly after me, his eyes focused as if he were cornering prey.
Hands with a grip like iron clung onto me and wrenched, pulling me back with a force unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life. I screamed again, or tried to, but it only came out like a squeak. Chase’s claws caught on the thin material of my shirt at my back and tugged, ripping it open, scratching my flesh but not drawing blood.
I fought against him uselessly and kicked my feet backwards in a bid to hit him or stand back up, but he had me pinned. My rear was in the air and his hands roughly moved down to it. I felt the fabric of my tight shorts instantly slide down my legs and gasped when his fingers grabbed hold to the waistband of my panties. With one swift movement, he tore them off of me.
“You must…submit,” Chase harshly growled in his inhuman voice and brought his flexing, hot body to mine. “only way…to stop it.”
The fear I was experiencing was strong, but the carnal sensation of his heat and brushing fur against my uncovered folds sent a shockwave of arousal coursing through me. As I squirmed to get away, he pulled me back again and again, stoking my need like a fire. My aching recess became saturated with my slick juices and I let the fear began to fall away, receding but still overtly present, and I let the pleasurable tingle of my sex guide me instead.