Copyright 2007 Nicola Matthews. All Rights Reserved. The following is an excert from the erotic novel TEMPTATION by Nicola Matthews, on sale now.
I struggled against the ropes that bound my hands above my head, knowing even before I attempted to move that I would be unable to budge my arms so much as half an inch. The muscles in my arms were aching, the joints of my shoulders stiff. I was sitting with my legs bent at the knee, my thighs spread out as far as my body would allow, my knees and ankles bound, the ropes pulled taunt so that I was unable to move any part of my body other than my fingers and toes. The ropes were digging into my flesh, the skin raw and burning from the roughness of the cords. My legs were beginning to go numb; my feet had that pins and needles feeling to them, like hundreds of tiny ants biting all at the same time.
I had fought viciously against those that had brought me here. As they carried me towards the ropes, I stared at the bits of bones and rotting flesh strewn around the rock ledge, momentarily unable to grasp what it was that I was seeing. But once my mind got over the initial shock and wrapped itself around the bloody images, my fight or flight instincts took over, and I screamed and thrashed against their hands like a mad woman. It had taken five of them to hold me down and bind me to the ledge. Even after they had me immobilized with the restraints, I still screamed into the gathering dusk. And then the thought hit me suddenly, my screams would probably attract whatever had ripped these poor unfortunate souls apart. That had shut me up.
So I sat there on the rocky ledge, my arms and legs stretched out like a sacrificial lamb, the pit of my stomach twisted in a tight knot of fear. I continued to pull my arms downward, praying that the weather had made the ropes weaker than they appeared. They groaned under my efforts, but it was obvious that they were new and strong.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, and the wind was beginning to pick up speed. I sighed, wondering if the endless waiting was part of the torture they had in store for me. And then I became aware of the sound. It was barely audible to me at first, just a faint howling on the wind, the sound blending in with the rustling of leaves. But as the noise grew louder, I realized that it was not the wind, not the howling rustle of swirling branches and twigs scraping against each other, but a deeper, more growling rumble. My voice caught in my throat as that sound drew closer to me, the growl so deep that it sent a shiver up my spine. I swallowed hard against the lump that had suddenly clogged my airway. I fought the wave of panic that washed over me.
I peered into the gathering darkness, and I saw glowing yellow eyes in the shadows of the trees just a few yards away. Slowly, the eyes left the safety of the trees, and I was staring back at a werewolf who seemed to be only half changed from human to wolf. The eyes were yellow with a hint of green, almond shaped, looking more like kitty cat eyes than wolf eyes. But the face that those eyes were set in was an elegant mixture of human and wolf features. The cheek bones were high and chiseled, the mouth full of sharp canines and fangs. He was hunched over, sniffing the air. He would be well over six feet tall if he were to stand upright, the back of his body covered in thick black fur. His legs and arms were well muscled, his whole body moving with a fluid grace. His fingers were unusually long and ended in black claws. His chest, stomach, and groin were covered in less dense fuzz. Most horror movies depicted such human cross breeds as genderless, but the creature that approached me was very much male. In the back of my head I knew that I should be terrified by him, but I was too mesmerized by the grace of his body as he eased towards me.
He continued to glide cautiously towards me, him scenting the air as he went. I heard another howl further off, and I realized with a sickening taste in the back of my throat that this predator was not alone.
The creature let out a low growl as he closed the last few feet between himself and me. He crouched further down until he was on all fours, his face now level with mine. I swallowed hard, my heart now beating so hard and fast that I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. The werewolf slowly circled around me, sniffing at me as he went. He was so close that I could feel the heat rolling off of his body, smell the faint scent of his fur and the underlying skin. He put his muzzle close to my face, his lips pulled back just enough so that his fangs showed. He growled, a low rumbling in his throat, testing to see just how frightened he could make me. He stood up just enough to see over the top of my head, giving me a full view of his genitalia. I gasped at the sheer size of him, the blood rushing to my cheeks. I had the sudden image of this creature looming over me, riding me, plunging himself into me over and over again. My pulse quickened, only it was no longer in fear.
He glanced down at me, sniffing the air as if he knew that my emotions had changed. He crouched back down, putting his face in between my legs, sniffing and growling at the same time. His tongue suddenly flicked across my inner thigh, forcing a tiny squeal from my lips. The werewolf placed his clawed hands on either side of my legs, the tips of his nails pressing into my skin. He nuzzled his furry cheek next to mine, lowering his head to leave a trail of tiny licks over my throat, the tops of my breasts, the insides of my thighs. I groaned, my back arched as the rush of heat flooded my body, sending a deep ache into the center of my groin.
My breath quickened as the werewolf lowered his head further between my outstretched legs, his hot, silky tongue licking closer and closer to the source of that delicious, aching pain. His flicked the tip of his tongue over the tender, swollen lips of my flower, licking at its wetness. I cried out, the pleasure building inside of me, racing through my abdomen like hot lava. The beast between my legs growled, showing his satisfaction at my response to him as he continued to lick my pussy. The desire mounted in my body, drawing me closer to the edge. I whimpered, nearly crazed with my need for fulfillment. I bucked against the ropes, my body racked with the first ripple of orgasm.
The werewolf suddenly lifted his head, causing me to moan at the sudden loss of his attentions. He stood up, snarling into the night air. I opened my eyes in time to see a clawed hand swinging down towards me. I flinched, waiting for the blow that would end my life. A moment later I collapsed completely to the ground, the ropes that had bound my arms and legs shredded at my side. I raised my head, and saw another werecreature standing a few yards away. I screamed, scurrying backwards to press myself against the werewolf’s legs, shaking in fear.
The werewolf dropped down on all fours, covering me with his body, and let out a piercing howl. The other werecreature snarled at him, a challenge for his prize. The werewolf growled at the creature, a warning from an alpha male that I was his mate and his alone. The creature snarled again, this time sounding unsure of himself. The werewolf stood up and walked forward, putting himself between me and the challenging werecreature. The creature took a step backwards, and the werewolf growled again, his arms drawn back in a fighting stance, ready to attack. The creature backed down slowly, and then turned to disappear into the forest. The werewolf threw his head back and howled in triumph, a primal urge to announce his victory of defending his mate.
He turned back to me, and he had changed somehow, seemingly to have slipped further into wolf form in anticipation of a fight. Even as I watched, his body shifted back, looking more like the crossbreed that had first approached me, his face that graceful combination of wolf and human. I gasped as he walked towards me on all fours, his arousal evident. ‘Mine,’ he growled.
I watched with a mixture of awe and undisguised desire as he came nearer to me, the sight of his hard, enormous cock swinging with each stride causing the spark inside of me to rekindle instantly into a raging blaze. He looked both dangerous and beautiful, a blend of animal urges and human lust. I moved to sit up, and he was on top of me immediately, pushing me back into the grass. I groaned as he licked my back, his clawed hands pushing my legs apart so that his mouth could once again feast upon the tender petals of my pussy, his tongue delving deep into me. The waves of ecstasy roared through me as my heart pounded, causing my pussy to pulse with aching need. I was so close to spilling over the edge I wanted to scream, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, more of him, all of him, inside of me, filling me up.
I struggled against him to get on my hands and knees, offering myself to him, whimpering, begging him to claim his prize. He crouched over me, the tip of his cock pressed against me, but he did not enter me. I whimpered again, but when I tried to move back into him he placed one hand on my hip, stopping me. ‘Please,’ I whispered as I moved further back. His grip tightened on me, the tips of his claws nearly piercing my skin. He eased the tip of his cock into me, trying desperately to maintain control of his urge to thrust himself hard into my body. I squirmed against him. ‘Please,’ I begged him, nearly sobbing with my own need to be taken. My eagerness to be mated to him matched his own desires to claim what was rightfully his.
He growled deep in his throat, and a shudder ran down my spine. And then he plunged into me, the size of him tearing into my flesh. I screamed as he drove deeper into me, forcing himself in as far as my body would allow. He thrust his cock into me again and again, and with each stroke that molten lava built up inside of me, until it bubbled over, ripping a scream of pleasure from my throat. He sat back on his knees, pulling me with him, his hands on my hips, those sharp claws drawing tiny rivulets of blood. And I rode him, driving him in as hard and as deep as he wanted, the pleasure rippling through me again. I threw my head back as wave after wave of ecstasy exploded through me, my screams of pleasure echoing in the distance. He moved his hand up to cradle my throat, pulling me down harder onto him, his body tensing as he shoved himself all the way into my body, his seed spurting out into me, hot as fire. I screamed again as my body was racked by another orgasm. He growled his contentment, licking the side of my neck.
I collapsed into him, the soft fur of his chest and stomach tickling my back. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and sleep. He placed me on the grass, his hands spreading my legs. He licked at my wounds, the metallic smell of blood mixed in with the earthy scent of his seed. I sucked in my breath at the sudden delicate touch of his tongue, and instantly the flames were licking at me again. He glanced at me, concerned that he had hurt me. I gave him a tentative smile, and he nuzzled his face against my leg.
He lifted his head, scenting the air again. ‘It is not safe here,’ he said in a deep, rumbling voice. He gathered me to him and stood up, darting off into the trees. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into the comfort of his arms, breathing in the scent of him. He had claimed me as his own, and I was happy to be his mate. He may have been a wereanimal, but I preferred his tender affections to the cruelties of the humans who had delivered me to him.