On the Fifthteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A wild tale of a young girl called to protect her wolf clan...

If you read Red Phoenix, then you know my erotica is a little unconventional. That is made even more apparent when I write paranormal erotica. If you are expecting a normal wolf shifter story, you have another thing coming. Layla's story is inspiring, but part of the ritual she performs is TABOO. Do not read unless you have an open mind. I was quite shocked when the ending came to me. However, it totally made sense to the story so I remained true to her tale.

Warning: Only read if you can handle foursomes, a variety of sexual positions, and shifter sex.

Excerpt from the The Keeper of the Wolf Clan: 
(Novelette is .99 on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords, click here)

She was led to the table where the four Alpha leaders sat. Layla sat down in the honorary seat in the middle of the group, between Maska and Etan. Maska took her hand and kissed it tenderly, “Welcome Keeper. We are proud to have you with us tonight.”

Layla trembled inside at the intimate gesture, knowing that he might be the one to take her tonight. She sat down and looked to her left. Etan actually blushed when she caught his eye. “You look lovely,” he mumbled and then quickly looked away. Layla wondered now if was going to be Etan who would claim her virginity. He’d never been bashful around her before or called her “lovely”. The thought scared her, but Layla knew he would be gentle - as gentle as he could be for as big as he was.

Layla looked further down the table and saw Amari. He was staring back at her with intensity. She could tell the Alpha was contemplating whether she was capable of performing her duty. The expression on his face made her think he was unsure, but he gave her an encouraging smile and went back to his food.

That left only one man, the one to the right of Maska. As much as Layla didn’t want to look at him, her curiosity got the best of her. She tried to sneak a peek without being caught, but Valen was staring straight at her - right into her soul with those hateful green eyes. She quickly glanced down at her dinner bowl. It was full of succulent meat, but there was no way she could eat. Instead, Layla grabbed the cup of spirits in front of her. She took a tentative taste and nearly spit it out. It was bitter and burned like fire down her throat.

Maska smiled and held up his glass. “It’ll help with the evening if you partake, Keeper.” He took a long gulp and burped afterwards. Layla shook her head. Maska was crass, but in a charming way. She took another sip and it went down easier. He winked at her.

Etan picked up his cup and the three drank in unison. The fire traveled straight to her groin. Soon the area between her legs was tingling and wet. Layla giggled when she took another sip and found she was all out. She looked around, hoping someone would refill it.

Maska laughed and whispered in her ear, “You only get one, my dear. You must be able to perform your duties and I think one more glass would take you out.”

Layla pouted. The spirits relaxed her and made her body feel good, real good. Just a little more and she would be able to face anything, even Valen. She looked down the line again and stuck her tongue out at him.

Etan’s hand was on her arm in a flash. “No, Keeper. At all times you must be respectful and dignified. What would your mother think?”

His words filled her with shame. Mika had always taken the role of Keeper seriously and would not have approved of her behavior. “I’m sorry, Etan,” she said in a hushed tone.

“I know you won’t let it happened again,” he said, just like a parent. She glanced up looking for forgiveness. He smiled down at her with that big grin and bushy beard, but she couldn’t miss the look of lust in his eye. Her heart skipped a beat. He was definitely going to be the one.

When the full moon crested the horizon, the four stood up. It was their cue for the Bonding Ritual to begin. Layla suddenly felt weak, her heart threatening toburst. She stood up, bracing herself against the chair. Valen walked over and offered his hand. She wanted to spit in his face, but Layla took it and allowed herself to be led away.

She looked back only once. Layla saw her father standing still as a statue, but her friend Triss threw her a kiss. She knew it was a good luck kiss and it gave her courage. She was brave enough for this.

When they were outside the village, Layla tried to shake Valen’s hold on her arm. His grip was strong and unyielding. “Let me go, Valen,” she complained.

“Quiet,” Amira barked. “There will be no talking until we reach the ritual area.”

Her nemesis led her to the Sacred Hill sporting a slight grin on his face. Her anger towards him quelled her fears. Valen was probably acting as escort because he was the lowest man in the totem pole. She had nothing to fear from him tonight, he was just a pup among the Alphas. If Etan hadn’t been beside her, she would have stuck her tongue out again.

By the time they reached the top of the hill, the moon had fully crested over the horizon and was shining in all its glory. Moonlight was softer than sunlight and gave everything a heavenly hue, including her hair. It glistened a brighter white.

Once they came up to the altar, Valen let her go. Layla rubbed her arm with a look of distaste. He snorted humorously, obviously not offended by her calculated gesture.

The four faced her in a semi-circle. Amira spoke, being the elder of the Alphas. “Layla, know that we loved your mother. We are devastated by her loss.

Layla’s bottom lip quivered. She could not trust herself to speak, so she nodded her head.

“We are honored to have her daughter join us tonight as our new Keeper.”

She smiled uneasily, unsure what to say.

Amira’s tone became more official when he continued, “Do you come here of your free will to perform the duties as the clan’s Keeper?”

Layla said confidently, “Yes, I do.”

“If at any time you are unwilling, you must speak up. The Ritual will end and you will be free to go. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Amira, I understand.”

“Are you ready to begin?”

She was not nearly as confident when she answered, “Yes.”

            Maska came up behind her and slowly untied the laces on her gown. The dress fell effortlessly onto the grass. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself with her hands, but Maska took her wrists and gently pulled them down to her sides. Although she had been naked before while she transformed, it felt different now with the three men staring at her naked body. Layla was further embarrassed when she looked down and saw that her nipples were hard from the cool night air. 
             The men looked her over without shame.

On the Fourteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

The Conclusion of Amy's Journey to the Arms That Loooove Her...

I decided to have a little humorous fun at Amy's expense when I had her lose her memory because of  a falling mum. :) In this final story, all the men come back into her life. She must decide who is right for her, not based on memories - but her heart.

Excerpt from the short story Amy's Choice: 
(Short Story is .99 on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)

Amy snorted. “Getting hit with a flowerpot is just plain embarrassing.” She blushed and looked away from him, noticing that her room was full of mums. “What the hell…”

The guy laughed good-naturedly. “Yeah, well it made the news and chrysanthemum retailers everywhere wanted to send their condolences and thank you. There has been huge discussion in the media about the worthiness of mums and sales have skyrocketed accordingly.”

“So, who are you anyway? A reporter?”

The man’s face fell. “What, you don’t know me?”

Amy bit her bottom lip. It was obvious he was someone she was supposed to know. “Are you my brother?” she ventured. The defeat in his eyes clearly meant he was not.

“Amy, it’s me, Brad.” He took her hand and kissed it gently.

She blushed. Oh, so you must be my boyfriend, she thought. From out of nowhere, the tears started to fall.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

She whimpered quietly, “I don’t remember you at all. What else don’t I remember?”

“Look, I’ll get the doctor. Don’t worry, Amy. Everything will be alright.” Brad disappeared out into the hallway.

Soon after he left, Amy heard another man’s voice outside her room. “What? She’s awake? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

In walked a handsome fox with a mop of blond curls. “Amy! You are back among the living!” His smile was contagious. The man walked right up and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. Not knowing who he was, she could not return the embrace. “What’s wrong, Miss Amy?”

Miss Amy? What a strange way to address her… and he was acting as if they were close. Was he part of her family? She blurted, “Are you my brother?”

The same look the other guy gave her was reflected on this man’s face. She really needed to stop guessing. He laughed in disbelief. “Amy, what are you saying? You know who I am.”

The other man came in following closely behind the doctor. “She doesn’t know who you are, Troy. So stop pestering her.”

When Amy heard the name Troy, her heartbeat increased. There was something familiar and safe about that name. She looked at the blond, hoping his face would ring a bell. It didn’t.

The doctor told the two men to leave so he could examine her. Amy was desperate to piece together her past, but the doctor asked a string of unrelated questions. After he was finished questioning her, he said, “Miss Gardner, it is not unusual to have temporary memory loss after a serious concussion. You should start recalling things in the next day or two. There is always a possibility that it is more permanent, but there is no reason to think that at this point. Let’s assume the impact has jarred you a bit.” Even though Amy tried to hold back the tears, she started to cry. The doctor looked uncomfortable and stammered, “There’s nothing to be concerned about. Now tell me on a scale of one to ten, how severe is your headache?”

He successfully distracted Amy from her tears as she answered his question. “It only hurts when I lift my head, but when I do it’s a seven.”

“I’m not surprised. We’ll keep you here under observation for the next few days. By then we should have a better idea what’s going on.” He patted her arm stiffly and added, “Everything is going to be fine, Miss Gardner.”

When he left the room, the two men came back in. Amy was struck by how good looking both of them were. Was it possible they were both her boyfriends? “Who are you?” she asked the blond.

He smiled and made the motion of tipping an imaginary hat. “My name is Troy Evans. We met over a year ago because of my cousin Greg. Does the name Greg mean anything to you?”

Amy shook her head. “No, but I like your name.” She smiled shyly and added, “Troy is a good name.”

Both men shared a glance, communicating something silently and then Troy asked, “What did the doctor say? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“He thinks the accident caused temporary memory loss, but assures me I will get them back. I hope I do…” Amy felt the tears coming again.

“Amy, please don’t cry.” Troy came over and wrapped his arms around her again. She closed her eyes. Even though Amy didn’t remember him, Troy’s embrace felt safe and warm just like his name.

“Give her space,” Brad snapped. “She doesn’t even know who you are. You think she wants strangers hanging on her like that?”

Troy slowly pulled away, looking down at her. “Amy, you’ve got to remember me. You and I have had rousing good times together. I’d be happy to tell you about them if he,” Troy nodded at Brad, “would give us a moment alone.”

“I am not leaving Amy alone with a cad like you.”

“Amy never mentioned anyone named Brad and I was with her a week before the accident.”

Amy looked over at Brad again. He gazed at her with such intensity it made her stomach flutter. “Amy and I have a long history together. Longer than yours I can assure you.” Brad took her hand again and squeezed it gently. “Circumstances separated us, but that’s in the past.” He moved in close. “I’m here for you, Amy.”

His words had a calming effect. I’m here for you… Those were powerful words. “I appreciate that,” she said softly, staring into those heavenly green eyes.

 

On the Thirteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

A Romantically Sweet Seduction...

Troy has returned for Amy, but he only has a few days to win her back. He pulls out all the stops to impress and delight her. I wrote this for all the people who love romance with their sex.

Excerpt from the short story Lover Mine: 
(Short Story is FREE on Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords. The entire series is available for only 4.99, click here)

“I didn’t realize you were an art buff, Aims.”

Her laughter was sweet. “I’m not. I just have a few I really like. What’s your favorite painting?”

Troy stopped in front of a huge canvas. It was completely white except for a red splotch in the lower right corner. “This is more my speed.”

“Hmm…what does it say to you?”

“Oops.”

“Oops?”

“Yeah, oops I was just getting ready to paint my masterpiece and tripped, pouring this stupid red paint on it.”

Amy grinned. “I can see you are quite the art aficionado.”

“Yes, people all over the world eagerly await my opinion. You may not know this, but I have ruined many an artist’s career with just one bad review.”

She squeezed his hand. “You’re right, I never understood what an important man you are.”

Troy leaned down and kissed her in front of the red splotch painting. He knew it would become his favorite piece of art after this.

The two walked around the museum, trying to outdo each other in their attempts to sound knowledgeable as they discussed the different pieces. Every now and then, Troy lightly touched her breasts, bending over to look closely at a sculpture or gave a quick caress of her shapely ass as he moved up behind her. He couldn’t help it; she was just that intoxicating.

Amy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, several times she leaned into his body, pressing those lovely nipples against his skin. The two of them were shameless in the way they teased each other. Troy noticed one of the guards grinning at them. Oh yeah, buddy. You wish you were me.

After the art museum, Troy drove Amy to one of the tallest high-rises in the city. He took her all the way to the top. “This restaurant is supposed to have the best view of downtown,” he informed her on the long elevator ride up.

Amy appeared nauseous. “I hate heights,” she whispered.

He caressed her cheek, chuckling softly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You have a thick window pane protecting you.”

“Still…” she sighed.

When the elevator doors opened, she hesitated. Troy guided her in with his hand on the small of her back. The restaurant was impressive with its circular shape and scenic windows. When the host asked where they would like to sit, Troy automatically asked for a table near a window. When Amy squeezed his hand painfully, he quickly changed his answer. “Actually, let’s have a table at the center. He led them to a small table smack in the middle of the large restaurant.

Troy complained jokingly as they sat down, “What’s the point of eating at the top of the world if you can’t see it?” He noticed she was staring intently at her menu. She looked a little green. “Hey Aims, are you okay? Really, we don’t have to eat here. I didn’t know you were so scared of heights.”

She looked up at him, her eyes dilated with fear. “It’s okay.”

Troy put his menu down. “No, Amy. This is supposed to be a romantic meal. If you are scared to death it kind of defeats the purpose.”

“Let’s walk over to the edge. Maybe if I see it, it won’t be so bad.”

“Are you sure?”

Amy stuck her chin up bravely. “Yes.”

Troy took her trembling hand and walked her over to the nearest window. He could feel her pull back the closer they got. “You okay?”

“Yep.”

Troy put his arms around her. “I got ya. It really is a beautiful view, Aims.”

She made tiny steps up to the window and then finally took a peek. “Wow.”

“Yeah, pretty amazing isn’t it.”

“Everything seems different from up here.” She pointed, “Look, there’s the museum.”

“And right over there is my hotel.” Troy pointed to the Grand Hotel a few blocks down.

“Wow, you’re staying at a swanky place, lover.”

“Want to see it after dinner?”

Amy gave him a knowing smile. “What? You want to show me your bed that vibrates for a quarter?”

“Costs five bucks at this place, but the vibration lasts for hours,” he answered.