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2024-10-29 19:42:56The green-eyed monster was close by, she could feel it. She could hear its breath, putrid and heavy behind her.
Cathy couldn’t understand why she was running from the beast, the only thought chasing itself in her head was that she had to run even faster. But how fast could she go before the beast caught up with her? She couldn’t remember the beginning of the chase all she remembered was stumbling into the woods, her feet pressing into moss and wet soil.
Where are my sandals? She wondered.
Her chest burned, she was losing her breath and that didn’t make any sense to her. She was a wolf! Why was she running when she could have easily transformed into her wolf and fiercely attacked whatever it was behind her? And she was not a small wolf. Cathy knew that among the members of the Dark Storm pack, both new and old, she was one of the strongest.
So, why was she running from the monster?
A small voice told her she was right to run, that switching forms would only make things harder.
Behind her, the monster was beginning to get closer. Cathy’s heart pounded in her chest but the beast’s heart pounded harder and the bass boom of its beating heart and feet against the forest floor shook the ground.
“You can run but you can’t hide!” it was a growl.
What the fuck? Where did that come from? It sounded like it came from all directions in the woods yet she knew it had to be from behind her.
She was tempted to look back and see but some strong force held her neck stiff, forcing her to put one foot in front of the other, one hand in front to cut the thick air before her.
“You can’t hide, Cathy!”
Of course, he knew her name! Now the temptation to look back was far greater than before, overpowering her initial survival instincts.
Don’t look back! Her mind warned.
Oh, what was the harm in seeing what it was that was so relentlessly chasing her through the dark forest?
Sweat poured down her face, running down the sides of her face to drop into the flimsy cotton shirt that clung to her chest, soaked with her sweat, Cathy took the risk and looked back over her shoulder.
And right at that moment she ran hard into a tree and the impact knocked the breath out of her. She stumbled and dropped to the ground and when she opened her eyes she was shocked to see that there was no one behind her.
“What the fuck?” she whispered. Her jaw hung open causing salty sweat to run past the top of her lip into her mouth. Her chest was still beating heavily but was fast slowing down.
There was no one there and a scan of the floor told her that hers was the only footsteps to be seen around.
But there had been someone – something there. She had seen the flash of green eyes and the claws and scaly skin. He was out for her for whatever reason.
She knew it! She heard him! But…Cathy began to wonder if she was going crazy.
She started to squint her eyes to use her powers when her back suddenly tensed. There was something behind her. Something huge was standing behind her. She felt it close the distance between them only it was only 2 feet away, too close for her to fight and too close for her to run without it reaching out and catching her easily.
Cathy felt it grin and knew. It had known she would be too curious and would not risk a glance over her shoulder at it and even now it was waiting for her to look again.
She would not give it that satisfaction. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.
Cathy knew she couldn’t scream, there was no one around to hear her or save her. The beast was huge, if she transformed into her wolf he would rip her apart in the blink of an eye. So while the beast continued to watch her she plotted. What was she going to do? How would she escape? Maybe if she pretended she was dead or insane he would let her go?
No, he knew she wasn’t dead and definitely not insane given how fast she had reacted to him chasing her.
While those thoughts chased through themselves in her head, the beast came even closer, and this time he squatted behind her.
“I told you, you can run but you cannot hide, Cathy.”
She shivered but it was not from the chill in the woods, it was the chill in her bones. The monster was huge but more than that he was hot, he radiated a heat that chilled her rather than warmed her.
She tried to shift, to move away from him but that force held her motionless once again until she couldn’t move.
“Cathy Cathy Cathy,” the monster said, and slowly the growl became less distorted and its voice began to get clearer. “Cathy Dark Storm.”
Her blood ran cold. She recognized that voice.
A hand came up to touch her hair and it slowly traced a line from the back of her head to the side of her face. As it made its slow descent to her neck she looked down, unsurprised to find that the hand touching her belonged to a man and not a monster.
That hand and the bite mark on it.
“Why were you running, my Cathy?”
She drew in a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak and all her words were sucked out in a moan as those masterful hands drifted to the front of her body, making slow traces on her skin until they dug beneath the cotton blouse to cup one breast.
She sucked in another breath and released it in a moan. The dampness of her blouse heightened the sensation those fingers aroused inside her, she ached her back.
“That is my girl,” he whispered and toyed with her nipples. “That is my Cathy.”
He pinched her nipple and she let out a silent cry.
“You are a vixen,” he laughed and she blushed but couldn’t feel ashamed enough to pull away.
She knew it was a dream but she didn’t want the dream to stop. She didn’t want to open her eyes to reality because, in reality, she would never let this man touch her. So let him touch her in the dream and when she woke up she would pretend this never happened.
He laughed behind her, his laughter as deep as she remembered. “Not a chance, Vixen. You want me in your dreams and you want me when you wake up,” he told her and brought his hand up to hold her chin and slowly he led her face, tilting it until she was almost facing him.
She started to open her eyes to his green gaze, those dangerous eyes that hid a violent past and many secrets. Those eyes that made her want to swoon. And as her lashes began to flutter open…
Her alarm went off!
The shrill sound invaded her head and brought her back to life.
Cathy woke up with a start, her hand flying to her left breasts quickly, and realized with relief – and a lot of disappointment that there was no one sensually squeezing her nipples.
That was good, right? So why was she disappointed that Theodore Cyneric was not actually in her room with her in the Dark Storm mansion slowly making love to her after giving her a wild chase through the woods?
Cathy Dark Storm gave her head a violent shake. Christ, what is wrong with me? She thought as she violently threw the bedcovers to the side and swung her legs to the ground. Long, shapely legs tapered down to lean ankles and she walked barefoot across the room to open the windows. The early morning sun accompanied by the pleasant morning breeze swept the remnants of her dream away but the thought of Theodore’s hand on her remained.
She groaned.
That damned Cyneric!
A knock on her door brought her back to her senses. The door opened and a dark head full of curly hair peeped in. It was Maggie Dark Storm, Luna of the pack and the most powerful member.
“Just checking in to make sure you hadn’t disappeared.”
“I wouldn’t dare. I have a club to manage. Now get out of my room and let me get ready.”
Maggie laughed and with a wave, shut the door.
Indeed she had a club and Phoenix’s Claws, her club was her biggest achievement this year. She would not let anything get between her club and her. Not even the gorgeous and dangerous Theodore Cyneric, she vowed and with that thought, Cathy turned away from the window and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
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An hour later she was dressed in a white form-fitting gown with short sleeves and a slit that went up to her left knee. Her brown hair fell in natural waves over her shoulders. She had applied a touch of make-up. Cathy was not the kind of girl who thought too much about her appearance, for one thing, she used to be a tomboy and was still making the transition from tomboy to girly girl. But if you knew Cathy you knew she gave attention to her appearance now because of what happened with Asher. Asher was the only man she ever loved which was uncharacteristic of her because Cathy did not believe in love. She was a sensible girl and she was very sensible when she suggested sex with no strings attached to Asher. And it had gone well until Maggie Dark Storm came rushing in with her money and damsel in distress act. No, Cathy thought as she descended the stairs that would take her to the large dining room. That was unfair to Maggie. Maggie had been in trouble and Asher had helped her, it wa
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Theodore bit a smile at the murderous look on her face. The woman was fire and storm and he was the wind bringing her to life. And God, he enjoyed watching the look on her face, the play of emotions in her eyes every time he pissed her off. It was almost becoming a sick desire for him. Yes, he was sick alright and Cathy Dark Storm with her fire-spitting brown eyes was awakening a new perverse sickness, a consuming desire to see how far he could push her before she bit him again. Blood rushed to his cock as that perverse memory returned to his brain. He had abducted her – nothing personal, just another day on the job. And when he tried to feed her she chomped on his hand. He rubbed the spot absentmindedly. “Mr. Cyneric I think we have no business together. You abducted me and you returned me. End of story.” “Hmm you are forgetting I saved your life once and I just saved your life again.” Her eyes sparked fire. “I had it all under control! And now I have 36 cases of useless drinks an
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She had expected that but it still caught her off guard. Her eyes widened but this time she congratulated herself for keeping her jaw shut.For once there was no teasing in his eyes. He was serious. It was almost laughable but there was no laughter.Cathy shook her head. “I am off the table, Mr. Cyneric.”“Too bad. That’s exactly where I want to put you.” his voice was smoky, reminding her once again of the monster in her dreams as he took a step toward her. Cathy took an involuntary step backward. His grin turned wolfish now. “Are you scared of me or your hunger for me, Cathy?”“I am not scared of you.”Of course, his question had been another trap. He knew she wasn’t scared of him. Cathy Dark Storm feared no one. So she was terrified of her desires. Too bad, he wanted to explore them until they were both lying spent on her office floor.“Of course, you are not.”“Enough with the games, Mr. Cyneric. Name your price, anything and I’ll give you.”He cocked a brow. “Anything? You are th
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Cathy expected him to tear her clothes off her, rip his clothes apart, and throw them out of the window so that he could throw her over her desk and take her roughly from any angle he liked. When his response was only a triumphant lopsided grin as he stepped away from her to walk deeper into her office, she felt her heart drop in the pit of her stomach. She could actually feel the weight of it in her belly.A bad taste flew into her mouth. She had begged for Christ’s sake! Like a sex-starved whore she had begged him to take her!While she raged inside her eyes studied the picture he presented in front of her desk. His hair was nicely mused thanks to her fingers running through it. The reminder of what her fingers had been doing in his hair and what he had been doing to her without undressing her was like heavy lead on her head.“God, I feel like such an idiot,” she muttered to herself, her eyes flying over to see if he had his hearing aid on. He did but somehow when she flung her arms
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By evening the club was bubbling with activities. The red lights had been turned on to give a sense of intimacy to the partiers. Everything was going smoothly. Darren had gotten Carl to install the disco lights just as Cathy asked him to and Taylor had gotten the wolf and vampire props Cathy had ordered. Those props were in high demand, especially from a group of college sororities that frequented the club during the weekend. They were a group of girls highly infatuated with all things supernatural. Now they had wolf masks, fake vampire teeth, flurry wolf ears, and tails on while they partied with the real creatures they tried to imitate. But they didn’t know that. Cathy’s policy made it clear that the exclusive supernatural members were free to do as they pleased as long as they didn’t hurt the humans or reveal themselves. They only had to keep up appearances to attract more clubbers. Under Cathy’s leadership, Phoenix’s Claws was doing better than it was even under Ezra Dark Storm’s
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Tonight’s job had been gruesome, one of the worst Ted had had to deal with. Getting information from a rogue wolf about an organized criminal syndicate was a difficult job but as always, Ted was a patient man and his skills for torture were unmatched. It was a quality that made him one of the most respected Hunters in the city. So far he had been able to keep the Don safe from another assassination attempt and while it had been an ugly job, he had tonight and the next few days to forget about the gruesome nature of his job.When he buried himself in Cathy's warmth.When Cathy walked up the stairs in that black gown with her hair over one shoulder, exposing the creaminess of her skin, nothing else mattered – not even the noise, the drunken dancers, and the smell of booze – but the elegant picture she presented. The woman was sexy without trying and the attraction between them had been undeniable from the start.Ted Cyneric was not the kind of man to let things slip past him and he knew
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It was a Gulfstream G450 and Cathy was immediately impressed by it. It was fairly large with a capacity of 14 seats. Though it was night, her eyes didn’t miss the beauty of the matte black steel exterior, the painting job was well done.Ted knew the direction of her thought as he stopped the car and came around to her side to open the door. He enjoyed the display of amazement in her huge brown eyes. She was impressed, he could see that in the way she couldn’t stop gawking.He laughed. He wouldn’t begrudge her amusement. He had had the same reaction after the Black Hunter had been renovated. Black Hunter was one of his favorite toys and watching her jaw drop at the sight of it gives him so much pleasure.Cathy couldn’t help herself. As a Ptakallis wolf, once condemned by the goddess to live and scavenge the woods for a living, she and the rest of their stray pack barely knew the comfort of luxury. That was, until Maggie, heiress to the Dark Storm empire had been reborn not far from the
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His eyes went dangerously dark and for a second Cathy wished she hadn’t asked that question. Then he dropped the knife and slowly washed his hands under the running water, wiping his hands clean before coming round the counter. Cathy spun on her heels as she watched him stroll over to where she stood. She pressed her back into the edge of the marble counter when he came to stand in front of her. Green eyes bore into hers as he leaned close. “Eager are you?” She swallowed. His voice was deep and it rumbled through every fiber of her body. She was nervous and began to ramble. “Look I understand that you want to take things slow but…” He placed a hand on her lips to stop the flow of words. “But you couldn’t resist begging.” “I am not begging,” she said defiantly. He dropped one hand down to touch her through the flimsy material of her skirt and smirked when she drew in a breath. “Are you sure?” She opened her mouth to deny again when he increased the pressure of his hand on her, pa
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Cathy raised her hands to his pants. She tugged at his belt, undid it, and cast it aside. Then her fingers went to the metal hook which she tugged loose before going to work on his buttons.Edward watched her work, silent.She was nervous. He could sense her nervousness but he could also smell her arousal. It was delicious. Was this what his stupid brother smelled every time he fucked her? It made him jealous. He was so jealous he could barely think through the fog in his head. He wanted to bash her head in in his jealous anger. He wanted to squeeze her throat and watch with satisfaction as she struggled to breathe. His brother was not allowed to have anything that he didn’t have.He only calmed down when he squeezed his fingers into the palm of his hands and reminded himself that Cathy was here with him now not his stupid brother.Cathy had now finished unbuttoning his trousers. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. It was huge and long. Thickly veined, red, and wet at
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“Leaving already?” Edward and Cathy stopped before his car. They were just about to get in when Veronica ran out of the club. She was surprised to see them leaving especially since the night was still young. “Any problem with that?” She came to stand in front of him, her eyes shadowed with confusion. “You have never left before the night is over, Edward.” “And I choose to leave early today, Kitty do you have a problem with that?” “I – I -,” her eyes drifted to Cathy who stood silently beside Edward still dressed in her lingerie. “No, I don’t have a problem with it.” “Good. Rebel and I are going home. You should be able to take care of the club while I’m gone, right?” his voice had become deep. She nodded. “Yes, Edward.” “I mustn’t lose any money tonight, Kitty, not even 1% of what I earned yesterday, have you heard me?” She nodded. “Yes, Edward.” He slipped his arm around Cathy’s waist. “Come, my dear, let’s go.” Veronica stood there and watched as they walked to the car wh
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Dressed in a black silky chemise, Cathy followed Veronica who led her to the back of the stage.Veronica was muttering something about her not being ready for a show yet and why Edward could not see that when she glanced over at Cathy.Cathy’s face was blank. She simply stared ahead at the back curtains leading to the stage with her hands clasped in front of her. Her amber eyes were dull, and her eyelids fell heavy, causing her lashes to fall just shy of her cheekbones. It created a very sultry look that even Veronica had to admit looked sexier than that of their best dancer.She cocked a brow silently as she thought to herself, maybe she is ready.While they waited for the next dancers to leave the stage, footsteps suddenly came running toward them.Even though she heard them Cathy stared ahead. It was Veronica who looked back to see what the commotion was all about. Several of Edward’s girls were making their way toward them with huge frowns on their faces.“Kitty!” they cried out.
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The club was larger than anything she had ever seen. Not that Cathy had any memories of clubs that she had seen. As soon as she walked in with her arm locked with Edward’s, her eyes widened.It was a very huge establishment. It had high arched ceilings that had been converted with round glass bulbs throwing different colors of lights all over the place. Speakers hung from almost every corner of the wall, booming loud banging music that made the ground shake beneath their feet. The ground was black tiled and it was marble. It was clean too. Edward had a policy about neatness in his club so while drinks were passed around, staff made sure they moved silently through the crowd to mop up anything that may have been spilled.But that was just the common area and though it was spectacular to look at it was still a common area with lots of people and cheap drinks around.Edward released her arm and slipped his arm around her waist. “Come.”Veronica had led the other girls to the back to get
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“I’m guessing that’s something related to my sister?” Chase did not hesitate to ask as soon as Teddy announced that news.“It might be,” Ted responded.Asher returned with some clothes which he tossed across the room at Ted who easily caught them. He dressed quickly turning his lips down at the corners at the thought of wearing clothes that did not belong to him. But he couldn’t complain because he was in the enemy’s territory and he was lucky to still have his head on his shoulders especially because he was responsible for the disappearance of one of the most valued members of their pack.He finished dressing and then turned to Teddy. “Where did Max say he was?”“Still hunting down the Shadow. One of the other guys claimed he might have had an encounter with him so Max is following that lead.”“Which may be wrong,” Chase interjected.“But following it is worth a try. I don’t suppose I could grab some weapons from your arsenal?” Ted asked hopefully.“Why?”“So that he can be prepared
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“Will you explain what the heck is going on here?”Asher’s tone was deceptively calm. Anthony could sense not just the confusion, he could also sense the fear he felt at seeing Ted awake without knowing what the heck to expect. He understood Asher’s fear but he also understood his anger. Even Chase and Carl were both angry and fearful and they kept respectful distances. The only people who didn’t subconsciously back off from him and Ted were Maggie and Teddy.Maggie came forward and put her arms akimbo. “So, would you two explain what the heck I going on here?”“Just as soon as he closes his and Ted’s skull,” Carl chipped in, disgust lacing his voice.“Give me a moment,” Anthony told them and he stood up. While Ted watched everything going on with a frown across his forehead, Anthony used his powers to close up both their heads.“What the hell dude!” Ted exclaimed as soon as his skull was fixed back. He raised a hand to his head and touched it half expecting to be touching his brain b
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Anthony remained where he stood for a moment. Now he had the man, he just had to convince him to come back to life. It would not be an easy task and now Anthony was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake. He had been lucky enough that those drops of water, like bread crumbs, had led him to Theodore. Ted himself were those water drops. He had wanted Anthony to find him that much was obvious but did he want to be brought back to life?Anthony didn’t care whether or not Ted wanted to come back to life. He infiltrated his mind for the sole purpose of bringing him back to life. Finding Cathy was paramount in Anthony’s mind. He had seen how distraught Asher was, he didn’t even want to imagine how Maggie would be. Anthony’s greatest fear as he prepared to do what he had to was that he would break Maggie’s trust and thereby betray the trust her father had in him when he took the chance to make him the pack doctor even though there were wolves in the pack more medically gifted than him.
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Teddy watched the doctor skeptically. It seemed to him that the doctor was muttering something under his breath as he walked the length and breadth of the room twice before stopping at the foot of the bed. Teddy narrowed his eyes. He was curious to see what Anthony was doing.Anthony raised his dark eyes to Teddy’s face and in that moment the other man felt a chill go down his spine. There was something different about Anthony. Something terrifying, something insane and mysterious. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes, the tiny pinprick pupils, or the fact that his skin was paler than normal. Whatever it was, it terrified Teddy greatly.“Have you ever tried taming the beast?” Anthony asked. Even his voice was different now. It was deeper and as cold as death.Teddy resisted the urge to shiver as he gathered his thoughts to answer him. “W-we usually just let it have its fill of blood. Sometimes Theodore brings it under control and other times…” he shrugged helplessly. “We’ve never tried
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The scarred woman stood behind Cathy watching as water poured down the shower on her body. Cathy’s body was pale, thin, and slippery with blood, sweat, and water. She was so weak she had to lean against the bathroom wall for support. The scarred woman did not offer a hand even though she frowned at Cathy's pathetic predicament. It was none of her business, that was what she told herself over and over as she applied more soap to Cathy's back and passed her the sponge so that she could scrub herself. Even though Cathy looked like something the cat dragged in from a very dirty tunnel, the scarred woman could see from the cords in her arms that on her good days, she was a very strong woman. Unbidden a smile curved her lips. Theodore always went for the stronger women. And Cathy was not just strong, she was beautiful too even under those layers of dirt and thin flesh so it wasn’t too far-fetched that he would go for a woman like her.But that smile soon disappeared as quickly as it came be
