Shy virgin Kimberly has a secret fantasy. For months now, she's been having lurid dreams about a pair of drool-worthy twins who meet her in a forest and have their way with her. It's not all that unusual, except for the fact that they're werewolves. Ashamed and frightened at first, Kimberly's come to enjoy her nighttime escapades. After all, dreams are just dreams, right?
But when she's pulling the night shift at the store and the twins walk in, every bit as tall, dark and muscular as she imagined - perfect down to the last detail - Kimberly realizes that her fantasies are about to become very real indeed. Despite her reservations, she finds she can't resist them. In the heat of the moment, they tell her about her purpose as their one true mate, destined to help them continue the pack's bloodline. Once she's had a chance to clear her head, she must decide whether she wants to join them in the forest for the mating ritual. Under the full moon, everything changes. Desires become decidedly more...animalistic. And Kimblery might be in deeper than she thought.
This 6,700 word short story features hot, rough breeding with werewolf twins and is for adults only!
- Excerpt -
"Don't fight it," said Christian, smiling at her knowingly. "I can smell how bad you want us, little vixen."
Trembling, Kimberly reached down the neckline of her shirt and pulled out the chain where she kept the important keys. Her hands were shaking too much to do anything more, but Aaron stepped forward, reaching around behind her neck and undoing the catch. "The big brass one?" he asked, and she nodded, her eyes tightly shut.
"Good girl." Aaron unlocked the door and Christian pulled it open, each of them laying a hand on the small of her back and guiding her forward. Inside, it was chilly, but not quite chilly enough to cool down the heat in her blood. Aaron shut the door behind them, and then they were both on top of her, pressing her between their taut, muscular bodies.
Kimberly sighed, finally letting herself relax a little. There was no use fighting it, even if she wanted to. She'd wake up soon enough, a little disoriented, but sated.
"You have no idea how long we've been waiting for this," Christian murmured in her ear. She could feel his cock growing harder and thicker between the cheeks of her ass. "I just wish we could have you tonight, the way we want."
"But the time's not right," Aaron put in, the back of his hand sliding down her stomach until it reached the barrier of her jeans. "Tomorrow night, it's the full moon. That's when the ritual takes place."
"The ritual," Kimberly repeated, faintly.
"You know the one," said Christian. "You've dreamed it plenty of times."
"I don't see how that's a ritual," she managed to whimper as Aaron undid the button on her waistband and slid the zipper down.
"Oh, it's a very important ritual," Aaron said, his fingers reaching the top of her sensitive mound. "Once a month, we get a chance to...perpetuate the pack's genetics, if you will."
"To breed," Christian clarified, grunting softly as he tilted his hips, rubbing his stiff cock against her. "Much as we'd love to do it tonight, it would just be a waste."
"Breed?" Kimberly froze again, her heart beating in her throat. "I don't think...what do you mean, breed?"
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