Friday, October 7, 2011

Excerpt from Wolf Magic


Wolf Magic
Sascha Illyvich
55 Pages
Paranormal Romance
Buy Here from Sizzler Editions

An enthralling contemporary fantasy, and a passionate erotic romance. Marco and Selene. Werewolf and witch. He is the sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms. Something has to give - and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco's pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them.

Excerpt:


"You," the elder opened his eyes, pointing at Marco with a long,
bony finger, "shall be banished from our pack and sent to live with the
humans until you can control yourself and grow up."
Marco rose up on his haunches. "But Elder, aren't you going to—"
"Silence! We have already decided what is best. Do not question
us, Marco."
Live amongst the dirty humans?
Bowing his head, Marco closed his eyes. Having his freedom
rescinded again would have been easier. At least he'd have been in
the forest where he could run freely and not be constrained by man's
stupid rules. But … live with the humans? He felt a rush of pain so
big it didn't fit inside his chest. He glanced up at the Elder's impassive
face, wondering if he'd heard the thoughts inside his mind. They
couldn't do that, could they?
He didn't know, but he thought he saw a glimmer of compassion –
but no, he must have been mistaken.
Kiba's voice was cool. "You will be allowed back when you have
gained self-control. I think finding," he sighed, "another female to be
with, would calm you down considerably."
"You want me to find my mate?"
"Yes. We feel it will further our goal toward the prophecy."
The prophecy had something to do with the Opeth pack regaining
its former greatness. Much beyond that, the Elders hadn't spoken a
word of it though all seemed to know of its importance among all
wolves.
"I see," Marco's said in resignation. "But what about the hunters?
Aren't they finding more of us and killing us off?"
"Not in America." Kiba coughed. "And it wouldn't matter. Wolves
must survive the same way other creatures do. The strongest and
smartest will survive. The rest will surely die."
Marco smirked. "That hardly seems fair."
"We are not fair creatures, Marco. We are merely here to find
paradise and reclaim it."
An eyebrow rose and Marco leaned forward. "Yes, Elder, but
America?"
Kiba shrugged and heaved a sigh. "Yes. America. I have already
made arrangements with the former pack witch to take you under her
wing. She owes me."
"I didn't know we had a witch."
"We don't!" Kiba's face turned a shade of red. "Your banishment,"
he cleared his throat, "begins now. Take him away from here." Kiba
waved a hand dismissively at Marco.
"But—" his eyes widened and Marco felt two hands gripping his
shoulders.
Struggling against his captors, he kicked out at Kiba. "I'm not ready
for the real world. I'm not ready for the humans. What about the
hunters?" What abou—"
Caught by the power of Kiba's eye, Marco calmed down instantly.
His body went numb then all went black.
* * * *
"Hey, mister, get up. Did you come home drunk last night?"
Marco felt something poking him in the shoulder. Opening his
eyes, he saw a kid with a large stick and rose up with a growl. The
kid backed off, terror on his face. He dropped his stick, turned, and
stumbled into a pile of trashcans in his race to get away even before
Marco lunged forward and growled again. The boy scrambled to his
feet and ran off.
What the fuck had happened? Where am I? Pain shot through
Marco's head and he remembered. Banished from my pack.
They'd left him in an alleyway. The full moon would come in a
few days and he'd change against his will. His senses weren't fully
developed and… kicking a rock, he sent it flying into a nearby wall
where it shattered into tiny pieces.
They expect me to die!
Crumbling mortar and discolored brick walls surrounded him,
stretching up several flights. The back stoop of some ratty old shop.
Trash cans the human brat had knocked over were not the only trash
around. Garbage was everywhere, the stink so strong, his eyes
watered, and his lip curled. Discarded boxes, cans, paper, rotting
food, stuff so rotted even his senses could not identify what it used to
be. He smelled rats.
His own pack had turned against him. Was he truly so destructive
he deserved a fate worse than death? It didn't matter. Others were
always making decisions for him. The elders were obviously in
charge of the pack, but even his sisters had forced him into a routine
"for his own good".
"Jackasses. Who needs them?" He kicked a trashcan.
If the humans caught him, he'd be killed. He'd been taught that
humans could see through his magic because his wasn't strong enough
to shield him from their fear.
So far he'd been lucky. The little boy should have known what he
was.
At least he was dressed.
He ran his hands through his thick, matted hair. He picked
miscellaneous crap out of it. The wallet in the pocket held a credit
card, a single key, a slip of paper with an address on it and twenty
bucks.
Gee, thanks. He spat on the ground.
It seemed to be dusk. Or maybe dawn. In this sickly atmosphere
he couldn't tell. When he wandered out of the alleyway, the stench
followed him. A few cars passed, and some people crossed the street
to avoid walking near him. To his left was a park. Large multistory
brick buildings stood on both sides of him. Ugly. He longed for the
forest so much he could taste it. He inhaled, sniffing through the car
exhaust and pollution for the sent of trees and grass and ... he smelled
her.
Lightly perfumed floral scents wafting past told him she'd just
passed. Marco spun around, spotting a petite redhead across the
street. One glance told him everything.
He wanted her. Her.
His groin throbbed at the sight of this woman. Long, flowing red
hair swung to her shapely hips. Her chest bounced proudly, as she
walked tall even though she'd only come to his shoulders.
He dashed across the street with no thoughts of subtlety. The scent
of lilacs and roses grew stronger the closer he came. Marco caught up
with her.
She continued walking, oblivious to him.
His gaze focused on the top of her hips, her delicious, round ass
swaying with each step.
"Excuse me, Miss, I uhh … can you help me?"
She turned around, her mass of hair swinging. Piercing green eyes
sparkled brightly, forcing his blood downward.
"What do you want?" She crossed her arms over her ample chest.
Fumbling with his hands, he looked at her and recognized
something instantly within her. He couldn't place his finger on it,
but…
Her impatient expression grew. She heaved a sigh. "Speak."
"I'm, I'm … I'm new here and I'm looking for this address."
While she tapped her foot, he fumbled with the wallet in his back
pocket like a green cub, finally retrieving the slip of paper with the
address on it.
She glanced at it then pointed a long, manicured red nail toward a
large red brick four-story building, "There."
Marco couldn't take his eyes off her ruby red lips.
Plump, juicy, kissable lips.
He was lupine, after all.
She sighed. "If you're finished staring at my tits, is there anything
else I can provide for you other than a cheap thrill?"
She didn't fear him. Humans usually feared him – especially
female humans.
She put her hand on her hip. "Wait here yourself. I've got business
to handle."
He scanned her body then glanced in the direction she'd pointed.
"That building?"
"What'd I just say? God, wolves are so damn impossible
sometimes."
"How did you know?"
"You must be the one I'm supposed to keep watch on. Marcus, or
something like that, right?"
Nodding, "Yeah, Marco."
"Great. You're coming home with me."
"I am?"
"Did I stutter? Yes, you are. Your pack warned me you were
young. What are you, seventeen?"
"Twenty-one," he stammered.
Feeling like an idiot, he watched her take his hand. "Put this in my
hand and I'll walk you back home with momma."
He gave her his hand.
But she took his lips. He had nothing to do with it. Honest.
Her lips sealed over his, her mouth pressing softly into his at first,
before gentle pressure built up and his head felt light. Her hand
running through his dirty hair stirred up the garbage stench. It also
stirred him below the belt, making his pants too tight.
His lips were bruised but he didn't care. She broke from the kiss.
"My sweet goddess," he felt tired now, his legs giving out under
him. "Not again. What's your name?"
CHAPTER 3
Marco woke and groaned. He finally opened his eyes and winced
at the throbbing in his head. He surveyed his surroundings. To his
right was a cherry wood bookcase filled with books on two levels and
the top level held a few pieces of clay pottery. Through the window,
he could see the purple hue of the sun on the horizon.
Apparently, it was almost dusk. The thin white curtains covering
the window let in just enough light to accent the color of finish on the
round table.
Marco sniffed the air, and sneezed. That damned floral scent was
heavy. His head throbbed from the intensity.
"Bless you," a feminine voice rang out from behind him.
Marco stared at the redhead standing before him. Dressed in a dark
blue velvet long sleeved shirt and skintight blue jeans, she walked
closer swaying her hips. He lay splayed out on the plush white couch.
She stood over him her fiery red hair was pulled back in a ponytail
that swished around her hips. His body reacted by tingling; the beast
inside him would have howled if it were out.
"How did I get here?"
"You kissed me, and I had my knockout lipstick on. You fainted.
You do look yummy for a young pup," she purred.
Marco licked his lips.
"So, what'd you do to get this punishment from the elders?"
Marco sat up. "What's it to you?"
"Easy there, big boy. I'm here to help."
She took a seat beside him, crossing those luscious thighs. He
couldn't stay defensive when confronted with her body. Smiling at
her bare feet, Marco licked his lips.
"Cute," he pointed at her glittery green toenail polish.
"Thanks. I try."
"So, what am I doing here?"
"I'm helping your pack watch over you for the first month of your
banishment."
"How'd I get that lucky?"
"Let's just say they owe me."
Leaning back against the soft cushion, Marco sighed. Running a
hand through his hair, he realized it was still dirty. "Could I get—"
"Shower's down the hall and to your left."
"Thanks." Marco didn't acknowledge the feeling of a little probe
inside his head, saying instead. "How'd you know?"
"I have my ways. Besides, as cute as you are for a young pup, you
smell of trash. Why the hell they had to throw you in that alleyway
for me to find is beyond me. What'd you do?"
"Tell me your name first."
"Selene."
Marco sniffed the air, the scent of daisies stood out, among other
things. "You want me, don't you?" he asked, easily recognizing the
scent of her arousal.
"Get in the shower, boy." Selene licked her lips.
Turning around, Marco felt a hand shove him down the hallway.
"Hey," he protested but was shoved past off-white walls with a few
pictures he didn't stop to look at.
Her slender arm pushed beneath his, opening the wooden door in
front of him. Light spilled onto a lavish purple rug that sat on gray
tile.
"You're very well to do," he muttered before his vest was yanked
off his shoulders and tossed aside.
"Look, lady I can undress myself." Marco spun around to face her.
Who did she think she was, undressing him as though he were still a
pup?
Her mouth plundered his. Her soft lips melted his rough edges and
he let it happen. Suddenly he didn't care that he was being ordered
around. In fact, he rather liked it because it was her, Selene.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he easily hoisted her onto the
black countertop. Marco felt her thighs circling around his waist,
pulling him into her. "I'm not gonna pass out again, am I?"
"That depends, if I'm too hot for you or not."
Feeling her breath against his skin when she giggled, he arched his
hips toward hers. "Oh, we'll see," he promised.
Grinding his hips harder, he felt her lips vibrate against his ear. She
purred, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. Her
fingers gripped a patch of hair and forced his head to hers, their lips
pressing against each other so hard, she forced a breath from Marco.
Her strength surprised him.
"Wolf, take these off." It was a command she growled against his
neck as he felt her tug his jeans. His heart began racing when he felt
her hand snaking down his stomach.
"You're hard."
"You're quick."
Throwing her head back, she pressed her breasts against his chest.
Marco cupped them through the thick material of her top, squeezing.
She moaned, when his thumbs circled her nipples into tiny peaks.
A hand ripped open the snap of his jeans, yanking down his zipper.
"No boxers? Nice," she purred and licked his lower lip.
He bit at her tongue catching it between his lips – a little game. He
made quick work of her shirt then unhooked her bra and helped slide
it down her arms while below his cock sprang free. The bulbous head
bobbed proudly against her jean-clad thigh.
"Shower, now." Two hands forced him away.
With his pants falling around his ankles, Marco spun around and
stumbled over his pants before kicking them free. Nearly falling in the
shower, he grabbed the curtain rod, shoving the large purple shower
curtain aside to reveal black tile.
He felt the sharp crack of her hand across his backside. The slap
echoed off the tiled walls. Stinging pain raced through his body from
his ass.
"Ouch!" He looked back to see Selene grinning.
"Shower," she repeated.
Marco climbed in the black tub and switched on the faucet. The
stinging cold blast of water hit him in the face. Yet through it he
watched Selene undo the snap on her blue jeans. His jaw dropped.
She shoved the jeans and white panties down to reveal a smooth,
hairless beauty with plump lips. How he wanted to sink his tongue
between them! His cock ached to be inside her.
Reaching out, he gently touched her round stomach. Even with his
bumbling strength, he managed to caress her.
She moved his hand from her stomach and took a step toward him.
She looked radiant, standing before him with her hair pulled back,
lustfully bright flames dancing in her eyes. Tugging the hair tie free,
she whipped her ponytail around, freeing the mass of hair so it flowed
around her shoulders. Long, thick locks blanketed her pale skin,
except for her pert nipples.
His mouth watered. Those glazed over sea-green eyes staring into
his, said plenty. She was a female in heat. Selene's buxom breasts
bobbed with each inhaled breath and she went willingly when he
pulled her into the bathtub and crushed their bodies together. Their
lips locked and water sluiced over them. He felt her heat instantly.
Flames danced over his skin, eager for her to engulf him.
"I'm dying to be inside of you." His voice was a low growl.
"Not yet, lover," she whispered, puckering her lips for a kiss.
Her moist red lips burned his flesh, trailing kisses of hot fire down
his torso while sharp teeth nibbled his skin. Marco, arching against
her mouth, felt his cock throb against her breasts. Hot kisses ignited
his body, made him harder. Sweat formed on his brow and he gasped
with each touch.
Her breasts crushing against him, her mouth assaulting his body
sent his senses spinning out of control. Her lips touched, she bit and
sucked his most delicate flesh, making Marco groan in pleasure. His
hands caressed her smooth shoulders, gripping handfuls of her
soaking wet mane. Tugging her lips from his chest, he plundered her
mouth with his, taking control of the kiss, taking control of her,
driving his tongue between her lips.
The temperature of the water had changed, heating things up more.
"You're trying to dominate me?" Selene threw her head back in
laughter but Marco's lips sank into her neck, sucking her skin. Her
fingernails raced along his spine to send shivers even as hot water
splashed against his back.
"Yes," he muttered.
"Fat chance," Selene pushed him away.
Her slender fingers clutched his cock and Marco growled, the
pleasure driving him wild.
"Do you feel powerful holding such a large cock in your tiny
hands?"
Selene nodded, quivering as his fingers slid inside her, his hand
pressed against her sex. Her heat scorched him, searing his fingers.
Her molten core was ready and waiting for him.
"Give yourself to me," he growled.
"Not yet." Selene nibbled his ear, her tongue trailing down over his
neck in circles.
"Why?"
"Anticipation, wolf."
"I don't like waiting."

No comments:

Post a Comment