Checking her messages one day, Abigail, a professional therapist, receives a surprise email from a man. This mysterious man shows a strange interest in working with the small time shrink. To Abigail’s surprise, it is none other than sexy billionaire, David Greyeyes. The casino tycoon has come under a strange illness. But why is the rich, well-connected young man...
Checking her messages one day, Abigail, a professional therapist, receives a surprise email from a man. This mysterious man shows a strange interest in working with the small time shrink. To Abigail’s surprise, it is none other than sexy billionaire, David Greyeyes. The casino tycoon has come under a strange illness. But why is the rich, well-connected young man so interested in the curvaceous woman?
After saving her life from a pair of muggers, Abigail becomes drawn to the cold yet mysterious man. Mirroring her own attraction, his interest in the voluptuous woman blurs the line between Abigail’s personal and professional life. Eventually, David reveals his affliction; he is a werewolf. He’s also attracted to his curvy therapist. The werewolf desires the woman as his new mate. Is this arrangement covered under doctor-patient confidentiality? Or is such primal attraction beyond confidentiality?
EXPLICIT: This 8000 word story contains graphic language and depictions of rough sex between a curvy girl and a sexy billionaire werewolf alpha male. May be too hot for some to handle!
“Please be calm, Abigail,” he commanded, his voice having an animal like growl. “You’re upsetting me as well. I don’t know how long I can fight it.”
That’s when I noticed his mane of hair. “Y-your hair! It’s growing!”
“I had lied when I told you my reasons for coming here, Abigail,” he said, his voice that of a menacing howl. His suit was splitting at the seams. “I want you. I want your body.”
I stood up and backed away from him. “What’s going on?!”
“A part of me wants you,” he continued, his voice becoming beastlike. “The rest of my body tries to muzzle the beast. But the beast keeps winning.”
Claws ripped through the front of his shoes. Padded feet emerged from the torn soles.
“Your body drives me wild,” he said. “When I saw your picture, I was afraid I couldn’t control myself. You were so much more beautiful in person. I can’t keep the beast on its leash.”
Soon, his clothes were ripped asunder. He was halfway through his transformation. A muscular, fur covered torso emerged out of the ruined suit. I walked further backwards and accidently knocked the video camera to the ground. It was still running.
“The man inside of me went to see you for help,” David growled. “The wolf had other plans for your body. You are the perfect mate for me.”
I nearly screamed at his implications. “P-perfect mate?”
“Those curves of yours,” he said, his voice trailing off in a hiss. His face morphed into that of a large wolf. His words had begun to break apart. “They bring out the feral… beast within me. Your gorgeous face. Your hair… long enough to match my mane. All of it brings me… to the edge. I can’t stop myself from wanting your… body.”
Violette Springs is a semi-professional pool player who midnights as a writer of erotic and romantic fiction. She lives in the New England and enjoys long walks. When she isn't writing, she's sharpening her pool cue.