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  Alpha Bitten

  By J. M. Klaire

  Copyright 2016

  This is an erotic wolf-shifter short story. No cliffhangers.

  Sarah is a half-breed wolf shifter in heat- who can't shift or be part of a pack, both of which she wants more than anything. Her best friend Amber is a witch who wants to help. Her ritual inside the fairy ring, at midnight, during the full moon, is supposed to take care of Sarah's needs, finding her a mate. There is only one problem- she’s missing a key ingredient.

  Alpha-wolf Cullen is out for a midnight run when he scents Sarah, and what he sees inside the fairy ring will change both of their lives forever.

  This is an aprox 6,000+ word erotic, wolf shifter romantic short story for adults only. Complete short story, no cliffhangers.

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  Alpha Bitten

  by J. M. Klaire

  "This had better fucking work."

  Sarah mumbled the words as she stood just outside of what Amber had called the fairy ring, and stripped off all of her clothes.

  Her breasts were already almost painfully sensitive, so the cool breeze blowing over her bared nipples only made her more determined. There was a constant, aching need between her thighs as her Heat was in full swing. It was all she could do not to touch herself, and bring at least a little relief with a quick orgasm, but she knew she didn't have time. It was too close to midnight.

  She dumped her backpack's contents out onto the grass, shoved all the clothes she had just taken off, including her bra and panties, into the now empty bag, and shifted through the dumped contents looking for the virginal, white nightgown.

  Amber had been very specific.

  When Sarah had vented to Amber two weeks ago about being a damned half-breed, who couldn't even shift, Amber said she knew the answer, but she had grilled Sarah first.

  "Are you sure you really want to do this? The cliché, 'be careful what you wish for,' is a cliché for a reason. These things often come back around to bite you in the ass."

  "Yes, I am sure. I'm a half-breed werewolf shifter- who can't shift! All I get for that is one hell of a PMS. I feel the call of the Heat. I get horny as hell, so horny that I want to crawl out of my skin, ride any cock I can find, and howl at the fucking moon, Amber. But that's all I get. I can't shift, so I can't join a pack. Instead, I'm stuck here in the damn city, living with half-breed parents who also can't shift, but at least they have each other to rut with. I can't run, I can't smell things; all my diluted blood can do is get the fucking Heat, each and every month. How fair is that?"

  She was on a roll, so she carried on.

  "I want it more than anything, to be a full-fledged wolf. I want to be a mate, I want to belong to a pack, and I want to fucking be able to shift!"

  "After I help you, there will be no going back."

  "Do you really think whatever you have in mind will work? It will purify my blood and make me a real werewolf?"

  "Oh please, it's one of the easiest spells on the whole planet. I swear, if you do everything I tell you to do, and I mean everything, by the end of the night of the spell, you will be a wolf."

  Amber was Sarah's best friend, and a witch from a long, pure bloodline. If she said it could be done, Sarah would do anything she said. Anything. And told her as much.

  "Ok, if you're sure this is really what you want..."

  "On my family's honor, Amber. There is nothing I want more."

  "All right. First, you need a virginal, white, sheer nightgown."

  "I'm twenty-two. You know I'm not a virgin."

  "I didn't say a virgin needs to wear the gown. I said the gown had to be virginal. Pure white, not cream or ivory, and it has to have never been worn by anyone else. It will fuck up the scent. First, get the gown. Sleep in it every night for a week, without washing it once you start sleeping in it. Then, wait... You know that fairy circle? Deep in the woods, just past the clover fields?"

  "The one your parents took us to for picnics? The one that always seems to be ringed by mushrooms, no matter when we go?"

  "Yes, that's it. On the night of the next full moon, after wearing the nightgown to sleep in for at least a week, go there. It has to be done at midnight, of course. And you must change clothes outside of the circle. You must enter the fairy circle wearing nothing but that gown. Start a small fire in the center of the circle, are you writing this down? It has to be perfect, and there is a lot to remember..."

  And that was how Sarah found herself naked, digging through her backpack's contents, outside of the fairy circle, just before midnight, on the night of the full moon.

  She found the gown, slipped its silky white fabric over her head, feeling it slide over her moonlit skin as it settled. She gathered everything Amber had said she'd need in her arms, before stepping into the circle.

  Well, almost everything.

  She was short one crucial ingredient, but Amber swore it would present itself here, before the ritual was completed. Sarah had no choice but to trust her, so she stepped out of the clover field and over the always-present mushroom ring, with everything in her arms.

  She made the small fire first, just like Amber had said. Once it was burning, she turned her attention to the rest of the ritual, feeling both hopeful that her dream of becoming a werewolf, and a mate, would finally be realized, and completely silly about what she was about to do.

  * * *

  Cullen loved midnight. Running through the woods in his wolf form, in the deepest part of the night, by the light of the silvery moon, was what he lived for. He was his pack's Alpha, and thus was in charge of all the other wolves. But during his midnight runs, he let all of the responsibilities of running the pack fall away.

  Tonight was extra special. It was his birthday, and his second, Matt, had left him a birthday present out here somewhere.

  Matt had led the hunt tonight, so Cullen assumed it was some kind of animal that the pack hadn't brought back to the den, but had left for him to feast on alone.

  "It must be a rather exotic animal, for the pack to leave it here, and not consume it, or drag it back to the den for the young and their mothers," he thought as he ran with the wind.

  He ran full-out, only swerving and ducking around trees and boulders at the last possible moment, reveling in the sheer animal joy of stretching his muscles and racing with himself. He leapt over a wide creek, paws sliding in the mud as he landed on the other side, before taking off in a full run once again.

  A powerful scent surrounded his muzzle out of nowhere, throwing him off stride and almost causing him to veer into a dense tangle of thorny bushes.

  "My mate!" His wolf roared the thought.

  The smell of the female was sudden and overpowering. He knew he'd never met her before, his wolf would have recognized her smell.

  "Must go! Now! My mate is here!"

  The sweet, musky scent filled his nose and coated his tongue. He panted, turning his head this way and that, locking in on her scent.

  The breeze shifted slightly, bringing an even stronger dose to his sensitive nose.

  "She's in Heat! Must claim her before another wolf smells her!"

  The rational, man side of his thoughts tried to calm the beast.

  "There is no one near. Relax."

  "Another wolf will smell her Heat. Normally that would be OK, we could even share her, but she is to be mine, mine and mine alone. She's my forever mate!"

  "Jeez, I get it." He gave up arguing with himself, and let the wolf take over again, aiming his nose toward the sweet, ripe, fertile smell the female was giving off.

  "Fire! I smell fire mingled with her scent, she is in trouble!"

  The Alph
a wolf doubled his speed, tearing through the woods in a race between his need to save her, and his need to fuck her and bite her and claim her for his own.

  He slowed as he neared the clover fields, and the odd, ringed, empty spot the witches had dubbed the fairy circle. His wolf was desperate to get to her, but a lifetime of caution made him stop at the wood's edge, and watch before running out into the open field.

  What he saw surprised him. He stayed in the shadows, watching the female, his rational, self-protective instinct warring with his mating instinct. Rational won out, but just barely.

  He could see that the fire he had smelled was not destructive. It burned small but hot in the middle of the circle, and he watched in confusion as his soon-to-be-mate danced around the far side of the fire.

  He could smell wolf-blood in her scent. Her Heat was very strong, he could tell she was ripe and fertile, but damned if she didn't look like one of those silly full-blooded humans.

  Why was she dancing around a fire in the middle of the fairy circle?

  Wait, was she singing as well?

  It sounded like she was alternating between chanting some badly mispronounced Latin, and loudly singing show tunes, way off key. What the hell?

  He sat back on his haunches, his head tilting in that distinctly canine, confused way, his curiosity winning out against his mating instinct, for now.

  What was in her hands? It looked like she was dancing and singing her way around the fire, waving those human, Fourth of July, sparkling fireworks in her hands.

  He knew that if he had been standing here in his human form, he would be laughing so hard at the picture she presented, he would have been rolling around on the ground, belly laughing. Out here all alone, unprotected, practically naked, in a fairy ring, dancing and singing around a bonfire, with sparklers. She was, bar none, the funniest damn thing he had ever seen.

  Seriously, what the fuck? An Alpha's mate was not supposed to be certifiably crazy, it just wasn't done.

  He watched as she circled the fire, coming around to this side of it, and stepping between the fire and himself.

  His heart almost stopped as the firelight backlit her, her sheer, thin gown dissolving to practically nothing in its glow, her naked silhouette shining like a beacon, calling out to his wolf.

  She danced in place, the fire behind her, and her body all but exposed to him as he watched. Her arms raised in some sort of chanting climax, making her round, full breasts stand out in stark relief. Her feet then planted in the dirt, legs spread wide as her song came to its end, and he softly whined as the fire backlit the space between her thighs as she stood, spread legged, in front of the fire.

  The heat of the fire warmed her sex, making the scent of her feminine Heat seem to glow white hot. The wind shifted then, bringing her sex smell right up to his nose, and smacking him in the gut with it.

  Bat-shit crazy or not, his wolf was still convinced she was his one and only forever mate. She would take his seed, and bear him many wolf cubs. He stood, her scent overwhelming, and beckoning him closer. He took a step toward her, to make his presence known, but he was stopped again, this time by her absolute devastation.

  She looked around, almost desperately, and then sunk to her knees in the dirt as whatever she'd expected to happen, didn't.

  His wolf felt her utter heartbreak. Her sorrow rolled over him in waves, and he started to walk toward her, drawn into her, by both her scent and her unfulfilled needs.

  As he approached her silently, he heard faint grumblings as the crazy female berated herself out loud.

  "I should have known better...so fucking stupid to have believed...like a wolf's pre-cum would just suddenly show up...now I'll never be able to shift..."

  Surely he wasn't hearing her right. His libido must be twisting her words in the wind, into sounds his heated brain wanted to hear.

  He couldn't help himself, though. Crazy or not, his wolf was intent on claiming her. The words 'wolf' and 'pre-cum,' real or not, were enough to pull a longing howl from his throat, and drag his feet closer to her.

  He thought, "this is one hell of a birthday present, Matt," and he stepped out of the cover of the forest, and aimed his silent steps toward his mate.

  * * *

  The drawn out, longing howl startled Sarah, it came from somewhere close. Somewhere very close.

  She stopped cursing her own naiveté long enough to look around.

  She didn't see anything.

  The desperate, desolate part of her mind wouldn't shut up long enough to zero in on the direction she thought the sound had come from.

  A wolf's pre-cum. The only ingredient Amber said she couldn't bring with her, didn't just show up by the end of the silly, odd ritual, like Amber had said it would. She couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to believe in this stuff, and she was heartily berating herself for being so gullible when she heard the howl from the edge of the tree line.

  There.

  There in the shadows, something was moving. It was huge, and hairy, and it was headed her way.

  "Whatever happens, do not leave the fairy circle until you have shifted."

  Amber's warning words rolled through her head, just as she thought about making a break for it.

  "And one more thing. Do. Not. Run. If you run, you will become prey. Stand your ground, stay in the circle, and follow every step through, or you will never shift."

  Amber's words fortified Sarah as the huge beast ambled closer.

  As the beast neared, it broke free of the shadows and was bathed in the light of the full moon. It was a wolf.

  It was more than just a wolf. It was larger than any natural wolf, and its eyes shone with intelligence, curiosity, and it seemed...lust?

  Her heart beat faster in her chest. Her blood raced through her body, making her breasts swell, her nipples tighten into hard little nubs, and her pussy throb with a sudden need to be filled and stretched the way only a werewolf's cock could fulfill.

  He was a glorious creature. Half of her wanted to bolt, to run as far and as fast as she possibly could. The other half wanted to throw her legs over its back, bury her hands and face into what she just somehow knew would be the softest fur she'd ever felt, and ride him, naked, as he ran through the woods with her on his back.

  Then there was the baser part of her, the part that wanted to see what this werewolf's human form looked like, and wanted to fuck that form, again and again, right here, down in the dirt of the fairy circle, until she was spent and sore and no good for anything but sleep.

  She saw the wolf's nose flare, like he had understood where her warped mind had just gone, like he could smell her arousal...Oh, right. He probably could. Shit.

  She stilled her flight response, as the wolf drew closer.

  He stopped, right outside of the fairy circle, like it meant something to him. Like it really did protect her.

  They looked at each other for a long moment, and she found herself falling into his intelligent eyes. His mouth moved, and a soft growl purred out. Not a scary growl, but somehow a needy growl.

  How a growl could be needy her mind wasn't sure, but it seems her pussy understood him perfectly.

  She felt her core clench, flooding her thighs with wetness, and somehow, deep in the animal part of her mind, she heard the growl become the word, "Mine!"

  Before she knew she had spoken, the word "yes" had slipped from her lips, and she watched the beast sit back on his haunches, cock his head at her, and then shimmer and somehow also shrink, shifting suddenly from wolf to man.

  And oh, what a sexy man he became.

  He was taller than her. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him, even as he stood feet from her, still outside the circle.

  He was as glorious a man as he was a wolf.

  His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, his abs flat and ridged with muscles, and below that, a large, hard, fully engorged cock stood at full attention.

  His cock alone was magnificent to behold. It was
thick and solid, the tip wide, shiny, and aimed for the sky.

  She tried not to stare, but it twitched toward her, and she gave up pretending not to look.

  There, right on the very tip, just starting to roll over the head and drip down toward the shaft was exactly what she needed to finish the ritual, a wolf's precum.

  Damn, Amber really was good at this witch stuff.

  Her desperation took over, and before she could think, she took a step toward him. She remembered though, that she wasn't supposed to leave the circle, so she dropped to her knees instead, and said, "Please, come closer. I need to taste you."

  His growl this time was unmistakable.

  He stepped forward, entering the fairy circle, and stopping, his cockhead just barely an inch or so from her face.

  She tore her eyes from his manhood, and looked up, following the trail of dark hair over the plane of his stomach, feasting on his chest, wanting suddenly to bury her hands in the hair there, and to use his solid chest to brace herself so she could lick and tease his taut nipples on her mouth's way up to kiss his lips until she lost herself to him forever.

  But first, she had business that still needed to be done.

  Amber had said the last step was to lick and swallow a wolf's precum, and that after that, everything would shift out of her control, and before she knew it, she would be a full-fledged wolf, able to mate, shift and join a pack.

  With that thought in mind, she braced her hands on his hips, slid one hand down and around his massive shaft, and aimed his cockhead for her open mouth.

  * * *

  Cullen was glad his mate accepted him so easily, all it had taken was to project to her that she was his. She had answered, 'yes', and when he shifted to his human form she had fallen to her knees and offered her mouth to him.

  She must have felt their connection, too, as he had always heard was so.

  He looked down at her as she aimed his cock at her full, pink lips. The tip of her tongue darted out, and his breath caught as she touched the underside of his head with its wet warmth. His body surged with the need to flip her over, raise the barely there hem of her nightgown, and slide himself through the slick juices he could smell between her thighs, part her lips with the swollen head of his cock and bury himself in his mate's hot, tight sheath.