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  BIG BAD WOLF

  by

  Michelle Marquis

  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

  www.whiskeycreekpress.com

  Published by

  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

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  Copyright Ó 2010 by Michelle Marquis

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  ISBN 978-1-60313-819-2

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Nancy Donahue

  Editor: Sara Kent

  Printed in the United States of America

  WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT

  BIG BAD WOLF

  “I really liked this story! You start out with a hot love scene, that is very well written and seductive. That is the whole theme throughout your read. Each character had their own identities and problems that left you cheering for all of them. I was very satisfied with the Big Bad Wolf, and would recommend this book for a very worthwhile, steamy read!”

  M. Brown

  Paranormal Romance Reviews

  Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press:

  www.whiskeycreekpress.com

  The Love Machine

  Android’s Kiss

  Hungry Planet

  Machine Lust: Black Copper

  Ava’s Obsession

  The Siren Warrior Series

  Dedication

  For all the shifter fans

  Prologue

  Middle America, 8,000 B.C.

  Amana, the alpha female, was in heat and the three primary males, Vulcan, Gregor and Saul were preparing to attend to her. Vulcan carried her in his arms to the banks of the waterfall where the ceremonial mating always occurred. Her lush body lay in his arms, wriggling and twisting, desperate to be taken. Her long brown hair hung over Vulcan’s forearm looking like woven silk. Long graceful arms encircled Vulcan’s neck as Amana murmured her needs in their very ancient tongue.

  She was an older female who had mated and given birth many times before. Her body whispered the proud testimony of her achievement with fleshy round hips and large hanging breasts. For Gregor she was the epitome of life itself, so shockingly sensual and full of sexual need he couldn’t think of anything else but being inside her. His want was breaking him down, reducing his desire to an elixir of pure animal magic. Gregor had to take her before he lost his mind.

  Vulcan went down on one knee and laid Amana on the soggy bank. She rewarded him with a hungry, decadent kiss and Gregor’s desperation to have her burned even higher. Amana opened her legs and sighed as Vulcan dipped his long tongue into her drenched folds. The male’s tongue laved deeply, disappearing into her body only to reappear again and tickle the swollen clit. The beautiful pale skin on her thighs trembled as she bucked up to meet Vulcan’s tender licks. Fingers dug into the rich dark earth and Amana leaned her head back and howled to the sky as the first orgasm took her. Her body convulsed and a thick covering of silver hair sprouted from every follicle. Lost in her change, Amana rolled from her back to her belly. She lifted herself up, taking her position on all fours just as the change concluded, leaving her in the form of a large Dire Wolf bitch.

  Forgetting himself Gregor pushed past Vulcan so he could get closer to Amana. Vulcan glared at him but his friend’s objection was forgotten as Gregor too began to change. Amana’s scent devoured Gregor, filling his mind and heart with a frantic passion. In a flash of confusion, Gregor watched the world blink out from color to detailed shades of black and white and he knew Amana’s mating scent had caused him to transform without even willing himself to. When his change was complete, his desire grew even more painful. His cock swelled to almost twice its normal size.

  Amana was ready, offering herself to the first male to mount her. Vulcan came around behind her, his cock fully extended and his long tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle. But Gregor wasn’t about to let any other male have this bewitching female first. Snarling angrily, he launched himself at Vulcan knocking the older male on his side. They fought for a few moments until Vulcan averted his gaze and backed off. He would get his turn when Gregor was sated.

  Gregor took his place behind Amana who was now so desperate to be filled she was whining softly. Mounting her, he plunged his aching cock into her liquid fire and drowned in the most amazing pleasure he’d ever known. Amana’s body yielded to him, massaging his rod as he pushed into the very center of her core. Sweet ecstasy flooded every nerve as his lust swelled even larger inside her. Their intimate joining grew more intense as her pussy rippled along his shaft in her second climax.

  A spike of bliss roared through Gregor as he emptied his essence into his lover. Amana wiggled against him, panting. For several minutes they remained connected as his seed filled the fertile soil of her womb. With his cock still buried in her, Amana continued to have tiny orgasms, her pussy massaging and teasing his cock until he climaxed two more times. Then the swelling in his rod subsided and he slipped from her inviting warmth.

  As he rested, Gregor watched Amana’s beautiful face as Vulcan and then Saul mounted her. Never had he seen anything so beautiful as her naked lust. She was perfection and Gregor was hopelessly in love with her, just as they all were.

  When the other males were spent Gregor approached her to have his turn again. But just as he was about to mount her, she stood up to face him and transformed back into her human form.

  A teasing smile played at her lips. “Love me as a man, Gregor.”

  Gregor changed into his human form and stood before her naked. Reaching out, he pulled Amana against him and kissed her with every ounce of passion in his heart. Tearing his lips from hers, he dragged savage kisses along her face and neck. “Amana,” he growled into her flesh.

  She ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair. “Is this your first mating, Gregor?”

  “Yes, my beloved.”

  “Then you are a lucky young man,” she whispered. “Because my heart tells me my first child of the season will be yours.”

  “You flatter me, my lady.”

  Amana chuckled. “I sense greatness in you, Gregor. I hope you live a long and fertile life and I pray you will use your strength to keep our race alive. It is a regrettable disadvantage to our people that there are so few females. I worry about our future.”

  “Don’t worry, my lady, I swear to you I will do everything in my power to preserve our people. No matter what I have to do,” he said, crushing her against him.

  “Good,” she said before kissing the bridge of his nose. “Enough of this morbid talk, the night is still young and we have hours yet until the sun rises. Make love to me again.”

  Gregor laid her down once more on the bank under the music of the rushing waterfall nearby. “With pleasure.”

  Chapter 1

  USA, May 2009 A.D.

  Blood-boiling rage!

  Gregor Titus had been alive over ten thousand years and had never hungered for bloody revenge like he did today
. From deep inside his gut a squall was born, battering his soul to ribbons as it rampaged through his heart. All the female Dire Wolves dead! How could this horrible destruction be? Why would anyone do such a thing?

  “How?” he said barely recognizing the gravel in his own voice.

  The young Dire Wolf shifter kept his head bowed as he knelt before Gregor. His long blond hair was tangled, smudged with dirt from the long journey and he looked painfully thin. He must have braved many dangers to deliver this grim news and Gregor would see to it he was rewarded with food and a loving place here among the last two known Dire Wolves in existence: himself; and his great grandson, Nick. At least now there were three.

  “It was the eastern werewolf packs, great lord. They have become very powerful with many packs that roam up and down the East Coast. Our kind was a territorial threat so they decided to exterminate all the Dire Wolves by attacking our females. They hunted our women down and murdered the adults while taking their daughters to be raised as werewolf offspring.”

  “Did they take them to breed with when the females came of age?” Nick asked Gregor.

  “No. Our women would grow up to be little more than pets to them. They can’t reach their sexual maturity without a male Dire Wolf to bring them into season,” Gregor replied. “And until they come into their first season, they are weak. They’ll be stuck in a confusing private hell somewhere between human and shifter. Only after mating can they shift and come into their true power.”

  “So there could be some of them out there living as werewolf females when they are really Dire Wolf?” Nick asked.

  “That’s right,” Gregor replied. Then, looking down at the blond male he said, “You may rise, my brother. What is your name?”

  “I am Boris, great lord,” the blond male replied.

  “Have you ever known the decadent paradise of a Dire Wolf bitch at the height of her season?” Gregor asked.

  “No, sir,” Boris said. “They were all…gone by the time I was ready to mate.” The lines around his eyes grew deeper, as if he carried a terrible burden in his heart. Gregor knew what that burden was. He’d seen it often enough in suicidal pack members who couldn’t find a mate because of this genetic cleansing. Even Gregor himself had all but given up hope of ever finding another alpha female like Amana to bring balance and love back into his tiny pack of…well, now three. Too bad the old grand dam had died over a thousand years ago of old age.

  “I hope one day you do, brother,” Gregor said. “But to the matter of the killing and enslavement of our females, that atrocity must be avenged. Lead us back to the east, back to where you came from, Boris. The werewolves who have taken your territories have been taunting the devil it seems, and now the devil will have his due.”

  Chapter 2

  The festival started just as the full moon came up. There were rides and games, but more than anything else there was meat, lots and lots of it. Small tables were set up all around the cul-de-sac selling everything from Italian sausage, to that all-American favorite, meatloaf. But there were also other types of meat dishes any way one would like them prepared. Patrons had their pick of cuts roasted, broiled and fried.

  The scent of a dozen spices perfumed the air: onion and garlic salt; fresh ground pepper; and sea salt. The rich, delicious variety made Eleana’s head spin and her mouth water. As she made her way through the crowd she made sure to be as pleasant as she could to her neighbors. It was all a game they played; she pretended to like them and they pretty much tolerated her. She didn’t know why things were the way they were, all she knew was this edgy truce had been going on since she was a little girl. And it sure didn’t look like anything was ever going to change.

  What a bunch of stiff phonies they all are. Most of them would stab each other in the back faster than a New York minute. A mouth-watering scent of pot roast filled the air and Eleana’s stomach growled. She walked up to Celia, a neighbor who had her table set up near Eleana’s house, and pulled out five dollars.

  “Can I have a few slices?” she asked, giving the woman her most pleasant smile. Celia was a bitch-and-a-half to Eleana most of the time but boy that cow could cook.

  Tiny wrinkles formed around Celia’s eyes as she forced a grin. It didn’t look like this woman smiled very much at all during her miserable life.

  “Sure you can, dear,” Celia said. She cut a few slices off the main loaf and placed them on a paper plate. Eleana took the offering and paid the woman, suppressing the urge to punch Celia in the face. If anyone on the planet was in dire need of a punching out, it was Celia, who openly hated Eleana more than anyone. Today was one of the cow’s good days. It’s probably because I can’t shift like the rest of them can.

  As the evening wore on, Eleana forced herself to visit all the tables, sampling every offering until her money ran out. Then, just as midnight struck in accordance with tradition, everyone began shifting into their wolf form. Everyone, that was, except her, as usual.

  She found a park bench and watched the scene. Young women stripped their clothes off in the middle of the street and transformed with a tortured grace. Soon they were the most beautiful creatures Eleana had ever seen, their soft luxurious coats ranging in color from dark brown to silver-gray. Oh how Eleana wanted to be one of them! Oh what she wouldn’t give to be normal for just one night! But watching them change and delight in their freedom was too much for her heart to bear and soon she did what she always did during these festivals. She went home vowing that the next festival she was going to stay home, watch movies and cook steak.

  * * * *

  Back in her bedroom, she opened her window and listened to the sweet music of the werewolves as they howled into the aging night. The sound twisted her heart and Eleana had to force herself not to shed a tear of disappointment. I feel like a freak. Another festival, another night and she still hadn’t changed. How much longer could this go on? Perhaps there was something physically wrong with her like a hormone imbalance. But if there was, she was doomed because no one knew how to help her. After all, there weren’t any werewolf doctors out there. Or at least there weren’t any that she knew of.

  Eleana changed into a t-shirt and underwear and lay on her bed. With her remote, she turned her stereo on and the Doors started playing. Then she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would feel like to shed her human form and finally be a wolf. It must be the most wonderful feeling in the world. Maybe someday she would finally find out.

  Chapter 3

  The Seminole State Park playground was awash in the golden rays of a departing sun. Eleana closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky enjoying the dwindling warmth. The music of children laughing made her smile. They were her charges for the day and, although none of them were hers by blood, she still felt a deep and maternal love for each and every one.

  A loud clang destroyed the peace followed by a colorful barrage of swearing.

  Eleana glanced at the blue minivan just in time to see her brother Steven reaching for the crowbar he’d just dropped trying to fix a flat. From the looks of things, he was almost done but the exercise had put him in a very bad mood. Shielding her eyes, she looked over to where the children were playing on the swings and frowned.

  “Watch your tongue, Steven,” she scolded her brother. “You don’t want these kids going back to their parents and repeating your gutter language. We’re supposed to be setting a good example for our future pack leaders.”

  He chuckled and got to his feet to admire his handiwork. The replacement tire looked just like new. “I’m sure they can’t hear me from this distance.”

  She walked over and grinned. “You’d be surprised what little ears can pick up.”

  Steven tossed the crowbar into the open side door of the minivan. “Well I don’t know about you but I’m done with this babysitting job. It’s getting late,” he said. “We’d better collect the kiddies and start heading…” He let the sentence die on his lips and his face turned an alarming shade of white.
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br />   “Steven?” Eleana said, grabbing his arm. Was he having some kind of attack? Do men in their thirties have strokes? Then she heard it too.

  It was the great machine rumbling of motorcycles roaring toward them at a ferocious and determined speed. But these were not corporate lawyers on a Sunday jaunt with their trophy wives, or young college students out for a cruise, these were the only predators her people had. They were the dreaded Canis Dirus, the horrible Dire Wolf shifters, and they had only one grim purpose in coming here today. The elders had warned Eleana and the others about this. These shifters were here to kill off the defenseless pack children who would be such easy prey.

  Before Eleana could utter a sound, Steven was racing toward the playground screaming at the children to get into the van. Eleana took off after him, her guts wrenching in mortal terror. Oh please not the children, not the children! She ran as fast as her legs could move, passing her brother and grabbing the first two children she could get her hands on. Pushing them toward the van, she waved at the others who came scrambling off the swings.

  “Get back to the van right now!” she screamed.

  The motorcycles were bearing down on them, circling the park’s main gate and gunning their engines. There were three of them and they were all huge. Even from this distance Eleana could see the leader had to be at least six foot seven and close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. Even though Steven was her pack leader and could shift at will, his gray wolf form was no match for these ancient behemoths. And her…well she’d never been able to shift at all, so she wouldn’t be of much use.