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Forbidden Love: Wicked Women
by Sapphire Phelan Brenna Lyons, Claudia Christian, C. J. England, Phyllis Sullivan, Terri Pray, Gregory L. Norris, Michael Leathers, Astrid Cooper, Bryn Clovin, and Sidney Durham
Category: Horror Publisher: Under the Moon
ISBN-10: 1934153370
Pages: 138
Copyright: April 2007
There's nothing more dangerous than a caged animal. But what if that caged animal was a werewolf? Even more so, what if that werewolf was a woman, a very wicked woman. Sasha Anderson has been caught and caged by Major General Horatio Bishop, her 'wicked' equal in the human world. There's nothing more dangerous than a werewolf in lust. Being a predator can be a bitch, sometimes.
Well, all right, I am locked up in this really big cage, naked, and with not one man in the room ogling at me with any kind of lust. In fact, their eyes looked at everything but me or the cage. No way to escape, no way to sink my teeth into their flesh. Even when they needed to draw blood from me, or operate on me, some scientist pressed a button, causing a gas to rise up from the floor, fogging up the inside of my cage and knocking me out for the count. I never get one of them even close to the bars on the outside, much less inside with me. No better than some amoeba under a microscope to them, I am an oddity that shouldn’t be, but is.
Werewolf.
I snarled. I hated that moniker the human cattle tagged us with. With my superior hearing, I picked up their talk about the werewolf in the cage, how they still couldn’t understand my metamorphosis. Untangling myself from a crouch, I rose to my feet and gave the scientists a dark stare.
Lupo. I am Lupo, you pathetic pieces of fresh meat. And when I escape, you dorks in white coats, I’m going feast on your flesh and innards, and gnaw my fangs on your brittle bones. You’ll rue the day you caught Sasha Anderson and stuck her in a cage like a common stray.
Uneasiness flashed in their eyes and they shifted farther away from the bars than they already were, still scribbling on the clipboards clutched in their hands. I definitely frightened them, these human bovine military freaks.
I grinned; baring my teeth, which I knew had grown a little bit sharper. I widened my grin when they back stepped a couple more paces, the stink of their fear rising off of them. I breathed the odor in, becoming turned on.
One hand on my breast, I slipped the other down to dip beneath the pale white brush that hid my feminine goodies. I began to pinch and stroke my nipples while I drove a couple fingers inside my pussy, and began to vigorously fuck myself. If the men wanted a show, damn it, I would give them one to cream their pants.
Sounds issued from my mouth, a cross between moans and yips, as my fingers did their job, in and out, slow at first, then growing faster and faster. My lust out of control, I no longer even took notice that they watched me, nor heard their own moans and cries. Centered only on myself, at least I was feeding one of my needs. Oh God, and did I ever felt needy right then. As I pinched my nipples alternately and drove my stand-in digits for a cock in and out, rubbing my clit each time, I felt the other need as it begged attention. Begged, hell – it demanded!
The Change swept over me like some blazing brush fire let loose on dry grass, making me moan in ecstasy. My jaw jutted out, my teeth inside merging into razor-sharp fangs. My ears lengthened, ending in sharp points. Hot, oh damn, my temperature had grown hot. Fur sprouted all over me, making me warmer than I already felt from Changing. My fingers, now edged with claws as sharp as finely honed scythes, found the soft fur that covered both breasts, except the beaded nipples. I smiled, and at that moment spiraled over the edge, coming hard. My come drenched the fur-lined lips of my pussy between my thighs and my clawed-tipped paw.
I opened my eyes and leered at the men, licking every juicy bit of the moisture off my furry fingers.
I said with a deep-throated growl, “Finger-licking good.”
As I stalked over to the bars, I peered at the front of their pants and saw wet spots covering each and every one. The scientists and soldiers shuddered, while one of the soldiers collapsed to his knees and where his wet spot was, the material still tented.
“Come over here, big boy, and I’ll take care of your little problem for you,” I said, gripping the bars and staring at his crotch. “And I do mean little, from what I can see.”
“Johnson, get to your feet, soldier, and get the hell out of here.”
I perked my ears at the deep voice, full of authority. It sounded like the owner was used to being obeyed. The voice of an Alpha.
“The rest of you, go change your pants. I can smell the stink of your pathetic failure.”
Interesting. So Humans can smell too? But how can they…?
I narrowed my eyes at the extremely tall figure standing in the doorway. I am tall. Okay, six foot is tall for a woman – unusual actually – but this human male towered over my own height by at least four to five inches. The other men, smaller in height and, apparently, stature, darted past him, with the kneeling man the last to escape. He entered – no, stalked – his movements like the most alpha of Lupos I’ve ever seen. He approached the cage, a sneer on his full, sensual lips. I breathed in his odor, deeply. The man reeked of attitude. The U.S. Army uniform he wore and the stars he sported made claim that he was high up in rank. Gray sprinkled through hair black as a crow’s wing, cut short.
Eyes like rich, dark chocolate gleamed as he said in a voice that sent shivers (and I’m not talking fear, either) up my spine, “Well, well, so the bitch thought she could give my men a little show.” He pressed his saturnine face closer to the bars, unafraid. “Want to take a hunk out of me, bitch?”
My body shuddered, as I reverted to my naked two-legged shape. Even though the man had me shaking with lust, there was a part of me that wondered how far I could go with him, if I could use him to make my escape. To wonder if I could take down that attitude, rip it out as I ripped out his throat. I caressed the acrylic cage door with a hand and worked my magic.
“Let me out of here,” I purred in a low, sexy tone, “and let me give you a great, big kiss.”
He threw back his head and laughed. Heat crawled up my spine and caressed every nerve ending in my body. Damn, but his laugh could charm the beasts. Especially this beast. That irritated me no end, that some human meat, no matter how attractive, could do this to me.
Not wanting this bad boy G.I. Joe to know how he affected me, I pretended to be sulky and moved away, throwing myself down on the bunk alongside the wall on the opposite side of the cage. He laughed even more and leaned a hip against the bars.
“Oh, is the big bad wolfie pissed off?” he asked with dark amusement.
I snorted and refused to look at him.
I glanced up, though, when I heard the cage door unlock and creak open. My nemesis stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him with a loud click in the silence. With precise, military style he marched toward me, his gaze hot on mine.
Before him, I had distained of human cattle and thought of them as nothing more than prey for a superior species – like us. However, this man was something else, apart from the rest of the nasty human race. Suddenly, with clarity, I realized what it was. He was a Lupo in all but the ability to Change. In fact, he was more Lupo than any male of my species that I’d ever met. For the first time in my life, I knew I had met my match.
My mate?
He was a damn human meat!
With a curl of lip and revealing fang, I growled, “Aren’t you even the tiniest bit afraid that I’ll Change and attack you? Eat you?”
Quickly, he grabbed me and hauled me up against his muscular body, my breasts mashed against his chest. The scratchiness of the camouflage material of his shirt rubbed my breasts, more erotic than satin or fur, and both nipples hardened into pebbles. He noticed. With a smile, his face close to mine, he stared into my eyes. I only hoped I kept what I felt out of my gaze.
“’What big tits you have,’ said the big bad wolf?” he whispered.
“And what big teeth I have,” I said, “to rip your neck out with.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“If I’m a bitch, what does that make you, human bull?”
Amusement darkened the chocolate of his eyes to black. “I could show you how less like a bovine I am, wolfie.”
I stuck my chin out. “Cut calling me wolfie.”
Something sparked in his gaze then, and I felt my lust, like an electric current crackling inside me, answer.
Hell, I wanted him to fuck me, mark me, make me his. Here, right now. This angered me, even as I realized I needed to feel his cock inside me, that I wanted to mate him like a female with her Lupo male.
This wasn’t right. He’s prey and I’m the predator, nothing more. It could never be anything more than that. If I stepped over that line, past that boundary that I’ve set for myself all my life, then everything I ever believed about humans and Lupos would be nothing but a pack of lies. I knew that if I went ahead with what I was feeling, I would set myself up for a world of hurt.
Shit. I had to get out of this laboratory from hell, get away from this human. Once away, I could get my perspective back – the truth of who and what I am. Just because my old pack leader preferred a human cow to mate (and the other males in the pack that I’d wiped out had proven disappointing, too), that didn’t mean that somewhere out there wasn’t a male Lupo that could match the nastiness in me. A real son of a bitch predator.
I pressed closer to the human.
“What’s your name, human meat?” I asked in a threateningly seductive tone.
He bent his head down and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but one that demanded everything in me that I had to give. The kiss promised darkness, depravity and alpha male to the core. I found myself enjoying that kiss, his tongue inside my mouth, stroking like hot velvet. He drew away, and for a second I swore I saw something like regret in the depths of his eyes. For a split second, I felt confused, and I hoped nothing in my own eyes revealed that to him.
“It’s Major General Horatio Bishop. And you?”
Just then something sharp jabbed through the skin of my neck. A hiss issued from the thing stuck in my flesh and I jerked out of his arms. An empty syringe dropped to the floor, cling-clanging before it stilled. I lunged away with a snarl and crouched, ready to spring at him when a red haze drifted over my eyesight. I wavered on unsteady legs, fighting an urge to throw up, and though I tried to Change, nothing happened. Dizzy. Damn, I was dizzy.
“What in hell did you do to me, you stupid fresh meat?” I cried out.
“Just making sure you don’t try to escape. Did you think I was that stupid, wolfie?”
“Stop calling me wolfie!” I snarled, shaking. “What did you expect, that I would be a good little prisoner and remain in here, maybe even let you fuck me doggie style?”
I fell on my ass onto the hard cement floor and I didn’t even notice how it hurt – the stuff from that needle had made me loopy. He chuckled. A rage sped through me, and I wanted to tear his eyes out and swallow them one by one. But I just sat there, unable to get up.
“I bet you’re a hot piece of ass in bed,” he said.
“Damn,” I muttered. “I finally find my lifemate, and now I just want to kill the bastard.”
“Nighty-nite, wolfie.” He turned away, his hand on the cage door.
“Just you wait, Major General Horatio Bishop, when I come to I’m gonna kick your ass,” I muttered, hovering on the edge of blacking out, but still trying to get off the floor.
“Did you say kiss my ass, wolfie?” His laughter grated on my nerves.
“No, I’m- – “
Just then, the darkness took me.
Excerpt
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