Page 8 of Red (Everdark Tales #1)

So, that’s just happened—I let the Big Bad Wolf eat me out. I’m not sure if he would be able to stop if I didn’t agree, but he did ask for my consent. I was more than enthusiastic to give it to him, duh.

Am I a monster whore now?

Maybe. I honestly couldn’t care less. No one has ever made me come this fucking hard. And that’s including all the sex toys I’ve tried.

No turning back from this, I guess.

My body is limp from ecstasy, even my legs finally stopped shaking. My front is covered in dirt from the ground and my back in his cum as I lay helplessly with my knees bent, ass up high.

I lift my eyes on him to try to sneak a peek, or at least as much as I can in the moonlight.

Deep down in my subconscious I know this should be my worst nightmare. But let’s play a quick guessing game of who my favorite Disney Princess was when growing up.

Yes, I’ve carried that ‘I can fix him’ mindset into my adulthood. But the level of kink it must take for me to find HIM attractive is disturbing, to say the least.

I continue to not give a damn, though.

“Come here,” he speaks, reaching for me.

I’m still getting used to his voice. It’s rich, and gravelly, and most certainly not human.

I smirk as he lifts me in his strong arms like I weigh nothing. The dude is huge—at the very minimum seven feet tall with his natural slouch. But he’s not a dude at all. Although, humanoid in presence. It’s endearing how small I feel in his hold. Safe, even though he’s likely the world’s most dangerous predator.

Why am I still so turned on then? I can feel my wetness soaking the inside of my thighs. I’ve never had this much arousal fluid in my life.

What in the hell is happening to me?

My face burns from embarrassment, and I hide it inside his chest. It’s warm and firm and a bit furry. He smells like myrrh and fir needles with cedar and a lot of musk. A scent of nature that no man could ever pull without giving off Christmas candle—an expensive one, that is.

“You need a long, warm bath. I don’t want you to get sick,” his tone commanding, despite his words being sweet and caring.

Not such a beast, after all.

He puts me down on the floor when we’re already in my bathroom and draws the water in the tub. He swiftly reads—I assume—through the labels of the bottles and adds bubble soap.

I only watch him silently, still in the state of shock, I think.

He’s even more terrifying in the light. And so out of place here. However, my current heart palpitations are not caused by fear.

Same as his previous coat, his fur is entirely black, dense but sleek looking. On parts of his body where it’s naturally more sparse, his skin appears deep charcoal grey and leathery-like.

He resembles human male anatomy enough to not creep me out, yet most definitely he’s not human. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and really nice pecs with a pair of regular nipples. Slimmer midriff than torso, shaping a waist. His stomach flat, along visibly defined muscles. Typical belly button, too. And he even has that insanely hot inguinal crease on each side where his abdomen meets the powerful thigh. Leading down to… Well, a very large, furry bulge, which I presume is his sheath. I know he has a cock and a massive one—I’ve felt it—but it’s hidden inside now. Not his testicles, though. They’re hanging heavy on full display between his muscular legs, below a long, fluffy tail and impressively shaped glutes. He also has similar to human knees, but then it gets a bit weirder, since his calves are elongated and unnaturally bent, transitioning into paws.

His head is the least humanoid part of him, I believe. Though, he’s way more animated with his facial expressions than any animal should. His snout is shorter than that of a canine, but his jaws more powerful, his fangs longer and razor sharp. His eyes appear even more intelligent to me now, beyond any doubt holding the wisdom above my knowledge. And his long tongue…

God, that tongue!

I’m not afraid. Why am I not afraid?

He mentioned not consuming humans, but he never said anything about not killing them.

I should put up a fight… I should think of ways to escape.

I mean, sure, I already know running away from him is pointless. But the thing is, I want him to be here. Why is this so normal for me to accept? Even worse, why I cannot wait for him to touch me again?

I’m clearly unwell. He’s a folklore myth, a character from horror movies. So why in the hell am I into him?

No, I’m not doing this now, I’m not going to shame myself for it—He’s damn sexy, alright.

His nostrils flare while he sniffs the air that must be soaked in my fresh excitement, which apparently, he can smell—R.I.P. my confidence. And I watch as his dick pops out of nowhere. Its dark, vibrant pink color is so contrasting against his all-black appearance. It’s similar in shape to human. Sorta… Well, not really. It’s much larger than anything I’ve ever seen. Long, thick, veiny, and… there’s a knot thingy at the base. It’s not much swollen right now. I don’t think he’s even fully erect at the moment. But it most certainly is there; kinda freaking me out, kinda making me even more titillated.

“Julia, it’s not going to go away if you keep staring.”

“I’m sorry!”

He knows my name?

But of course he does, dummy!

He’s been pretending to be my pet until about an hour ago after stalking me for weeks.

Oh, this is all sorts of fucked up!

I panic abruptly. I squeeze my eyelids shut and shake my head, pinching myself. Surely it must be just my imagination.

After I pop one eye back open to check, he’s still here, looking half-entertained half-worried, which accurately mirrors how I feel myself.

He steps closer, and very gently taking my chin, he guides me to crane my neck. When our eyes meet, he exhales heavily.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers huskily with what can only be described as admiration. He then clears his throat, as if remembering what he wanted to say prior. “You have nothing to fear, I promise. I’m very sorry for scaring you earlier, it was never my intention. I’d die before letting anything happen to you.”

Goddammit.

“That’s intense.”

“See what you did to me?” The corners of his mouth jerk up slightly, and I figure that’s how he smiles. His calloused palms slide down my shoulders as he leans and buries his snout in my curls, inhaling.

Is he smelling my hair?

I then feel his cool, wet nose against my earlobe while he rasps, “I’m crazy for you.” His tongue slowly drags through the entire length of my neck. I gladly tilt my head back, giving him a better access to my skin. He’s holding my hips at this point, and I’ve honestly never been this horny for anyone before.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Stop it! You’re allowed to be attracted to him.

“Ready for that bath?” He straightens, and by the distance from the ceiling to the tips of his ears, I estimate he’s about 7’4” tall. The very top of my head hits below his chest, and I have to rub my thighs together as I take note.

I only nod in response to him, and he places me in the bubbly paradise. Warmth of the water relaxes all my muscles, and I realize how much I needed that. Because let me tell you, that was some exercise right there!

A loud sigh escapes me as I shut my eyes to rest, immersing deeper.

I hear his voice saying, “Perhaps I should give you privacy.”

Immediately, I regain my vision and notice him already standing by the door.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” I’m unable to hide the sheer disappointment in my tone. “I’m sure you can squeeze in.”

I see his tail wagging behind as he’s clearly happy with my invitation. He approaches back before taking a seat across from me, just barely fitting in the tub.

I gawk at him and can’t stop the words that are leaving my mouth, “You were a dog.”

“Technically, it’s a wolf,” he corrects.

Fucking Dean was right, but I think I knew from the start. Then I remember. “I tried to give you kibble!” I whine, hiding my mortified face in my hands.

“Not our best memory.” He makes a joke out of it. Granted, I didn’t know any better, but why do I feel like I’ve hurt his feelings?

“What do you eat?” I ask, curious.

“Mostly variety of animal meat, depending on what’s available in the wilderness. But also, fruits and vegetables, grains, nuts, seeds, and some plants.” Certainly a healthier diet than my junk food.

“Do you transform into anything else?”

“A man.”

That piques my interest. “Could you show me?” I’m super intrigued to see, even though I like him the way he is.

“My apologies, but it wouldn’t work now. I’m too distracted to phase having you naked in front of me for the first time. It’s difficult to hold that shape as it is on a regular day.”

“Oh.” He’s into me.

How bizarre!

Not that I’m ugly or anything. I know I look good. My thighs are touching each other, and I don’t exactly have a flat stomach, but let me put you onto something here—most guys actually love that shit.

He's not just some guy, however. And he’s, like, really into me.

“Is it different for you when you take other forms?”

“As a wolf I experience things in a simpler way, more animalistic. Similarly, as a man I’m much more complex, driven by emotions like all humans. But this is my true self, Julia,” he says, his voice deep and serious. “I don’t shift unless I absolutely have to.”

“That’s okay. It’s growing on me.”

His eyes soften, resembling molten gold, as he smiles again. He grabs my ankle, lifting my leg, and starts tenderly massaging my foot. It’s so ridiculously teeny in his gigantic hands… or paws I should say? They appear more like very large hands with five distinct, long fingers. And sharp, pointed claws that are a reminder of how deadly he is.

“You know, you’ve never even introduced yourself.”

A low rumble rolls through his chest, and I realize that must be his laugh. I find it utterly cute, which I’m pretty sure already qualifies my case as a mental emergency.

“I’m Alexander.”

“Cool.” Such a normal name. Not sure what I’ve expected, though. “So what are you, Alex?”

“Your folks call my species werewolves. I was born a human but with a mutation gene. I first turned at the age of twenty-seven… at the beginning of the 18th Century.”

I gasp, realizing he’s over three hundred years old. “So, the full moon thing is bullshit?”

“It makes us more rampant, but otherwise, that’s a common word-of-mouth misconception like many others.”

“Are there many of your kind?”

“Only very few packs remain. We’re almost extinct.”

“Any other supernatural beings?”

“Vampires. But their numbers are even less. People have not been kind to any of us.”

“Why doesn’t this surprise me?!”

“There’re also witches and the entire demon realm. Although, from what I’ve gathered, they are getting quite popular in this day and age.”

“Yup, the religious stronghold seems to be finally wearing off.”

“Interesting.” He moves his attention to my other foot.

I gaze at him, and I can’t comprehend why this feels so natural. Us being together… like my whole life I’ve been yearning for this moment.

“Alex, what are you doing here with me?”

“You, Julia Carter, are my mate,” he replies, matter-of-factly.

Well, he knows my government name even.

“Right. Welp, still a better love story than Twilight,” I mutter to myself. He looks confused as fuck but doesn’t say anything back. “It’s just a cultural reference. I’m sorry, but it’s a lot for me to take in. Silly humor is how I cope.”

“I understand.” He scoops my calves to jerk me forward all the way into his lap. “If anything upsets you, please let me know right away.”

I don’t know how I feel about any of it. My brain’s not able to function properly.

Mate…What does it even mean?

And why I can’t stop thinking about the flat of his tongue pressed against my clit?

I shiver at the memory, longing for it.

He notices. “Is the water getting too cold?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Do I make you nervous then?”

“Yes,” I admit, flushing.

He hums gutturally, and I can feel how his hard bulge twitches, pressed up against my sex.

“May I wash you?”

I agree instantly.

Alex then reaches his long arm for the clean washcloth from the towel rack on the wall.

He starts by cleansing my shoulders gently with the rag, dragging it through the full length of my arms. He takes his time, as if he wants to learn my body by heart. He moves it across my collarbones, and I sense the suds slipping down to my breasts.

His emerged now dick is directly under me, and I suddenly crave the friction. But he seems to ignore it, focused on the job, and shifts the soapy cloth onto my back. All the way down my spine, scrubbing away any residue left after the streaks of his own semen.

My breath hitches and I get hot again at the graphic flashbacks. It was so dirty—as much figuratively as literally—and I want more.

“Everything okay?” Nothing escapes him; he can read me like an open book.

“Yeah, I just…” I let my words trail off. I want him to touch me again already. Though, I decide to give him a small hint instead of being aggressive about it, uncertain how he could react. But I don’t think I’d mind him getting all feral on me. “It feels really nice.”

He dips the washcloth in the water before bringing it to my chest, rinsing all the soap. He next drops it altogether, and his hands finally cup my tits. I am a busty woman, but his palms are even larger. He gives them gentle squeezes, and my breathing gets heavier as my lips part.

“Hmm, if you want me to touch you, you can always simply ask.”

“But I shouldn’t want this,” I mutter more to myself in response.

His eyes flash. Not with anger, it’s more of a determination. As he flicks both of my nipples with the pads of his thumbs, he watches them harden into pebbles.

“Don’t play this game with me now, Red.” He gets that mischievous look before he licks them, one after the other, forcing moans out of me. “I’ve watched you. I know how needy you are. I can make you beg for me if you push me to be cruel.”

Fuck. Me.

No lies were told, but I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t try to back-talk. I have a riposte ready and rolling before I can bite my tongue, “Sir, I was perfectly fine with my vibrator when you rudely interrupted me, jerking your cock rather desperately.”

He makes a quick clicking sound, catching me off guard.

Did he just fucking snap his teeth at me?