Feast On You (Werewolf, Erotic, BBW, Romance) (The Turning) by Kinsey Jamison Read Free Book Online

 
    Feast on You (The Turning #1)

     
    I woke up with an insatiable urge for hot, dripping pussy. This wasn’t terribly different from most days. I know that I’m different, that I have needs that have to be fulfilled.  Animalistic needs that tear me up inside if I can’t insert my cock in a juicy and delicious curvy woman. I try to keep this under control, to not let my desires overwhelm me and make me do something I’ll regret. Despite my sexual addiction, I don’t want to tear apart another woman emotionally. Wreck her from the inside out. I’m just not that kind of wolf.
    I opened my eyes and looked around my lair, a dank and dark cavern tucked in the hills surrounding Lake Superior. It had rained yesterday, so pools of crystal clear water were collecting around the entrance, creating rivers that flowed around the sides of the cave.  The rh ythmic dripping sound reminded me of the ticking passage of time. Remains from last night’s meal were starting to rot and collect flies, but that’s what deer carcasses will do if not properly cleaned. I had been feeling sick lately. Sick of myself.  Sick of being what I am, a monster. Someone unworthy of a mate, unworthy of having that one special person to spend all of my days with. I am nothing.
    In other words, today was a day unlike most other. I reached down with my right hand and touched the hard mound in my jeans and felt a twinge of guilt.  I never used to feel this way.  Prior to my Turning, I used to please myself daily, sometimes two or three times if I wanted. Now, when I touch myself, I feel a hunger for someone else to be the one to feel me tense up beneath them.  A mate to satisfy my needs, to let me be her alpha and show her my world. I sat up and shook the thought out of mind.
    I stood and stretched, ducking my head slightly to avoid hitting the cavern ceiling. A young bat shrieked and flapped its way out of the cavern, narrowly missing me.  I felt a grumble in my stomach, the telltale sign that it had been at least six hours since my last meal.  Ever since I was Turned, eating has been an enormous hassle. I started out trying to obtain food the normal way, by shopping at grocery stores and eating at restaurants. Eventually it became obvious that I’d need to eat larger portions and I’d have to begin to hunt for my meals. Luckily, I had friends to show me the ropes.
    “Knock knock, anyone home?” Finn appeared outside the entrance to the cave, in full-on prowl form. It was important for everyone in my pack to only travel while in prowl to make sure that hikers, canoers, and tourists weren’t suspicious by men loitering around the caves in the woods.  We tried to be inconspicuous, though anyone who came close enough would notice that we’re not ordinary wolfs.
    Finn’s hair was as black as the day is long, so black that it appeared to go on forever as if he was made of nothing but fur.  His eyes were silver, and deep, and had humanlike quality in them that would be recognizable as emotional depth, a human trait. He was larger than any native wolf, his paws leaving tracks that startled the wildlife researchers and alerted the local newspapers. Many people were attempting to find these elusive “ superwolves” that were taking over the northern Minnesota forests, so Finn and I had to use caution.
    “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” It was always advantageous to travel in numbers. It made our game safer, added a sport-like nature to the hunt, and protected us against being captured and discovered.
    Before exiting the cave I looked down at my bare feet, shut my eyes, leaned my head back, and with a low growl I transformed into prowl form.
    “You’re getting faster at that Connor!” Finn teased. “Pretty soon you might actually be ready when I get here.  Still having trouble with it?”
    “I’m improving. Sometimes I end up stuck halfway and I look absolutely hideous. But I think I’m doing pretty well for only having been Turned for a