Hunting The Alpha Wolf (Dark Paranormal Romance (Erotic Horror, Erotika)) by Emily Dante Read Free Book Online Page B

less pleasurable for both him and
Sara.
    David stood in the
doorway feeling panic rise, the sweat of fear running down his back. The
werewolf, he did not know his name, in fact he had never considered that it had
a name. It was merely a creature, an animal, and should be treated as such. The
werewolf was curled up in the corner, the wall and floor around it covered in
blood.
    It's head was tucked
down under its arms and it was shaking with some pent up emotion.
    The woman, again David
had not asked her name, was lying on her back in the middle of the room. Her
shirt had been torn open and there was blood covering her from her neck to her
waist. David saw her breasts moving up and down, dripping in red fluid. Despite
his good intentions he found the sight of her naked chest strangely arousing.
    Her breasts moved
slowly up and down, she was still alive, injured certainly, but alive.
    Forgetting himself, and
where he was, just concerned for her safety he ran over to her and kneeled by
her side.
     Her breathing was
ragged and harsh and there was blood all over her chest. So much that it was
matted in her hair and he could see that her head had stuck to the floor. She
was staring up at the ceiling her eyes vacant. She didn't respond at all when
he shook her shoulder.
    David had absolutely no
first aid training, but at first glance, judging by the amount of blood that
she had lost, this was well beyond first aid anyway.
    But he had to try
something.
     The woman was dying;
no one could survive so much blood loss and keep going for very long.
    He remembered a friend,
years ago, showing him how to do a chest massage. He leaned forwards and pushed
down on her chest, her nipples puckered up, and to his shame he starred at
them, fascinated. He had no idea what to do next
    Besides, wasn’t a chest
massage used to restart breathing? And this woman was breathing, fairly
strongly as well he realised now that he was sitting beside her.
    He scrambled around
looking for her injury; he needed to put pressure on the wound somehow to stop
the blood flow.
    Working his way down
from her neck he scanned her body carefully. Her shirt was ripped open, and she
was covered in blood, but there was no visible damage.
    There was no visible
wound.
    The idea that he had
been tricked had just sunk in as her eyes fixed on his and she punched him hard
in the face.
    David toppled
backwards, knocked clear off his knees by the force of the blow. He rolled,
over on his back shocked at the strength of the impact.
    His jaw felt loose,
almost as if it had detached from his face, an intense paid spread from his
face screaming across the back of his skull. Desperately he rolled away from
the woman who rose in front of him like a demon from hell. She was covered in dripping
blood, raw hate twisting her face as she leapt on him punching and pummelling
him. Grabbing him by his hair she slammed his head again and again into the
floor.
    David saw no pity in
her eyes, no humanity or mercy, and just before he lost consciousness he saw
the werewolf standing up in the corner. It stretched and turned towards him, a
long wound on his arm, visibly healing as he watched.
    Ah, he thought, so that
was where all the blood came from, and then the world went black.
     
    "Sara,"
Constantine said, grabbing her arm and holding her back. "He is
unconscious, hit him anymore and he will die."
    Sara was breathing
hard; she had never felt so full of life, so hard, so aggressive. She was
filled with a burning anger, a fire in her belly that had driven her to want to
kill that man. She wanted to beat him to death with her bare hands.
    "Is this what it’s
like to be you?" she asked.
    "It is
close," he said, "you do learn to control the rages. You learn to
dominate your more basic side and not be dominated by it. You don’t have the
time to do that, and anyway the effects will fade over the next day. But yes,
the rage, the intense anger is always there."
    "How do you
cope?" her breathing steadied