Full Moon's Lust

Full Moon's Lust

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Sylvia is a human working in a werewolf brothel, in a town that has gone unnoticed for centuries. One night, she is kidnapped by an obsessive werewolf who has stalked her for months. Thinking that the man she loves is gone forever, she thinks of giving in and marrying him to finally have the life she thought she never could

Summary

Sylvia is a human working in a werewolf brothel, in a town that has gone unnoticed for centuries. One night, she is kidnapped by an obsessive werewolf who has stalked her for months. Thinking that the man she loves is gone forever, she thinks of giving in and marrying him to finally have the life she thought she never could

Chapter1 (v.1) - Full Moon's Lust

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Sylvia is a human working in a werewolf brothel, in a town that has gone unnoticed for centuries. One night, she is kidnapped by an obsessive werewolf who has stalked her for months. Thinking that the man she loves is gone forever, she thinks of giving in and marrying him to finally have the life she thought she never could

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 14, 2014

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~~Tonight was one of the busiest nights that The Red Inn had seen in years.
The bar was running low on alcohol, the girls were taking men upstairs constantly and every seat was filled. Men smoked cigars, told jokes, played cards, flirted with the girls and watched as Andrea or Grace took the stage.
All watched in awe as beautiful fiery-haired Andrea danced in the dim brothel. Her perfect body swayed with the rhythm of the music, her large pale green eyes meeting the gaze of lusting men who sat on the edge of their chair, and her puckered red lips flashed a tongue that would glide across quickly, wetting them, making those paying men grip the table and adjust their pants. I loved Andrea, she was undeniably beautiful and sexy, and she wouldn’t believe a word of it if you told her.
I stood behind the bar with elbows on the counter and my chin in my hands, captivated by her as well. Madame sat on a stool next to me writing orders, figuring numbers and bouncing her knee incessantly. She always did that when she was concentrating. Madame had been a mother to me for the past eleven years. She took me in when no one else wanted me, and defended me when the whole town wanted to send me back to my broken life. I always strive to be like her.
A tall man stood from a back table and started towards us. I perked up with a smile and began reaching for a glass. A sly grin grew across his face as he sat down on a stool; light from the fireplace flickered across his face and lined his lean silhouette in a golden hue.
“What can I get for you?” He was handsome, but that was pretty much the standard for werewolves. He ran a large hand through his black hair, keeping his eyes locked to mine.
“She’s nice,” He motioned to the stage “But I’ve been wondering when they’ll send you up,” he glanced to my name tag, “Sylvia.” I gave a sweet laugh and said with a shrug,
“I’ve got stage fright.” He tilted his head and raised a brow. He had beautiful light hazel eyes.
“Not much you would have to worry about, you’re right sexy for a human.” I blushed and shrugged. Everyone knew that a human worked at The Red Inn, and many knew the story. Once word had gotten out that I began taking men business, rumors and controversy exploded. Regardless of the majority, the town was benefiting from the wave of people coming to see whether it was true or not. Many came to find out what it was like to be with a human girl, and would pay the hefty price I came with.
“What’s it take to have you show me upstairs?” Madame looked up. I wetted my lips and narrowed my eyes.
“A hundred.” He raised his brows and flew a hand up to his chest. I laughed.
“Damn… well I’ll be honest; I did come here for a taste of human.” He hesitated for a moment, looking at me with searching eyes, then pulled out his wallet and produced the cash. “Come on.” He winked. Madame nodded, and I took him by the wrist and led him up the stairs. I opened the door to my room. A large four post bed with red blankets and over stuffed pillows was the first thing you saw when you walked in. The walls were wallpapered with a beige background and gold vines. The only lights on were antique lamps on either side of the bed.
As I closed the door gently behind us, strong arms picked me up and threw me to the bed. My wavy dark brown hair spilled across my face as I came down hard. Quickly I moved it away and looked up at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt as dilated eyes stared at me through strands of black hair. He liked the fear on my face, like many previous men did. I slid myself up against the pillows, slowly sliding up my short burgundy dress, which was velvet with black lace accented with gold along the top and bottom. I chose red for many reasons, but the best reason was because of the fairy tale, Little Red Riding Hood. Surprisingly, nobody thinks of it until I mention it and they always have a laugh.
He walked slowly to the edge of the bed, eying me with darkened features. He was wonderfully built and lean, early twenties with dark chest hair and a long chin. Definitely a handsome wolf. With a lunge he grabbed my ankles and jerked me to the edge of the bed. The look of surprise on my face excited him.
He leaned down to me, slowly, and moved the hair from my neck.
“Unzip me.” He whispered almost dangerously. A wave of chills washed over me, then he began nibbling and kissing my neck. I liked that too much. When his pants fell to the ground I opened his black boxers and began stroking him. He was a little more than average size, but the head was large with a prominent ridge. Chills ran over me. He moaned in my ear and slipped off my underwear. His hot hands pressed against my hips. I began sliding up my dress.

"So vulnerable." He whispered. He pressed himself in slowly and squeezed my hips. I pushed up and pressed him all the way in. He began thrusting, I could feel the ridge massaging inside of me and began to twist and moan. It was intoxicating, really damn sexy, but I couldn't allow myself to orgasm. He reached up and squeezed my breasts hard, driving faster into me. I clenched down on him, he was amazingly hard. "Fuck!" He cried through clenched teeth.
We became a tangled, hot, sweaty mess. He was rough, but he held me close and kept making eye contact. He was savoring every moment, as if I would disappear once it was over. His mouth swept across my chest and up my neck, leaving soft kisses and gentle bites. I was more than enjoying his attention, but it worried me. Madame warned me about overly attached customers.
His hand was under my knee, holding it up for leverage. His skin shined with sweat and I watched as his muscles worked hard. His breath quickened and he shot a hungry look to me. His mouth parted and the stern look on his face melted as i felt him spasm. In three hard strokes he was done, and he collapsed.  I looked down at the magnificent creature on top of me. His hot body relaxed against my chest, eyes closed and a smile sprawled across his face. I patted him on his cheek.
“You need to be careful, Sylvia.” He turned over on his back, still holding me to his chest.
“What do you mean?”
“You sleep with werewolves that are much stronger than you… but that isn’t the real problem. You’re so weak and the wolf in us senses that. We feel the need to protect weak things once we’ve connected with it, and we tend to become possessive… especially over females who deliver mind-blowing sex.” My heart quickened and I blushed.
“Do you think I would have stalkers?”
“I think you would have kidnappers.” He looked up at me, his lids heavy and hair a mess. I gave a small smile.
“Do you feel you need to kidnap me from my dangerous, wayward ways?” I said mockingly. He let his head fall back on the bed and sighed.
“I feel the need to protect you, and taking you from here would be the way to do it.” I had thought before that I would leave with the first werewolf that wanted me.I could marry him and have his children. It wasn’t that my life here was bad, but I did dream of having a family, somehow, and that was probably the only way I could do it. Love would have to come later. No werewolf in his right mind would marry a human.
“What would you do with me once you took me away?” I asked softly, running my hands over the curves of his muscles.
“Werewolves don’t interact with humans often, I couldn’t say exactly. I suppose, one of two things would happen. I would either fall in love with you and you with me, which wouldn’t happen if we weren’t meant to be, or you would have to escape my clutches.” He was smiling.
“Well, why would you keep me if you didn’t love me?” He seemed to be thinking of what to say, choosing the best words. This was the first time I had connected with anyone who wasn't one of the other brothel girls.
“I would feel possessive. Like a dog defending an old bone; he doesn’t want it until something else does.” My face twisted, he looked up and laughed. “Or maybe I just don’t know what I’m saying.” I rolled my eyes and rested my head against his chest. He began running a hand back and forth across my back. It felt good. “Listen, If ever you need help Sylvia, If ever you’re in a bad situation, I would like for you to contact me.”
“But don’t you live far away?”
“I’m moving into my uncle’s house tomorrow, it’s just on the other side of town. I have a job lined already. I could get here quick if you needed.” I kissed his chest quickly, sat up from him, picked up my dress and slipped it back on. It was time for me to get back down stairs, Madame would have my head for letting this conversation happen. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched. I looked back at him and ran my fingers through my hair slowly. A smile crept up his face, and I couldn’t help but smile back. I thought of telling him no, that I wanted no personal connections with my clients, but he seemed sincere and having someone on your side is never a bad thing.
“That’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” After he got dressed he found a small piece of paper and wrote his name and number on it.
Kieran, read his name.
I tucked it away into the night stand, and with a kiss to my forehead he left the room quietly. In the left corner was a door that led to a small bathroom, where I freshened up and washed off. I headed back downstairs, it was now 11:56pm and Madame was closing up the bar. I jumped in and started helping.


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