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  Suddenly a Mate:

  Chosen by the Alpha

  A Taboo Breeding Werewolf Erotica

  by Sanguine Sinn

  ©2014 All Rights Reserved

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  Armin leaned in closer towards Amy, as if to whisper a terrible secret. Blood was pumping faster through his body, he smelled fear now. And no hunt was ever complete without the element of fear. It's how he knew that he was in control over his prey. It was exhilarating.

  "Can I tell you something?"

  Amy silently nodded, her body tense with anticipation.

  "I am going to ravage your body." Armin whispered assertively. "I'm going to spill my seed deep inside of you and you are going to bare my pups."

  About the Book

  Amy's a newly free woman in desperate need for a vacation from her life after breaking up with her boyfriend. Taking her mom's advice she scampers off to her family's cabin hidden deep in the wilderness. That turned out to be recipe for a boring vacation when she realizes she has all the wine she could drink, but no one to enjoy a rebound fuck with.

  Now she's trapped there because of the the terrible weather and she doesn't know what to do. That changes when a sexy, mysterious, stranger knocks on her door during the night and she realizes she isn't as isolated in the wilderness as she thought she was. To save him from the rain, she invites him inside but soon discovers that there's something more to this sexy stranger than meets the eye. She soon discovers this alpha male is looking for more than just shelter, he's hunting for a mate to breed with and isn't interested in rejection. Amy soon realizes her vacation has taken a violent and lustful new twist.

  Will Amy be cautious and try to resist his advances? Or will her primal instincts make her surrender in the presence of the alpha male?

  This is a 5000+ word story full of werewolf breeding mayhem you won't be able to put down.

  About the Author

  Sanguine Sinn loves being a steamy erotica writer at night. During the day she's busy thinking of of new naughty things to write about. She lives in Mississippi, wishes she lived in Texas, and would go to the moon if it meant eating the perfect slice of key lime pie.

  Suddenly a Mate: Chosen by the Alpha

  Roaring thunder and torrential rain raged outside. The fact that Amy was alone in the middle of the night made the whole atmosphere comically foreboding. Not that Amy cared much, she was actually enjoying the weather. It made her feel extra secluded in woods, safe in the solitude. It was a nice way to get away from the city every once in awhile, away from all the people and all the problems. For the first time in a long time, Amy felt herself relax.

  Curling up next to the crackling fireplace with a glass of wine, Amy sipped peacefully. She had retreated into the forest after finally filing a restraining order against her abusive ex-boyfriend. Shortly after moving in together he lost his job and became an alcoholic. For months Amy supported them both on her meager salary. The worst part however was that each time Amy tried to confront him about his behavior, it was like a switch flipped inside of him and he transformed into a wild violent beast. It made for fantastic angry sex, but was terrible for their relationship. The last argument put her in the hospital, and with the advice of an orderly she finally decided to contact the police.

  After fully recovering, she decided to take a small vacation to her family's old cabin in the woods. "It's perfectly secluded." her mom told her, "There's no way your ex-boyfriend could ever find you there. The only thing that may cause trouble are the couple of large wolves that sometimes roam nearby." Being isolated was the only reason Amy needed to pack a few clothes in her car and high-tail it out of the city. For the next week, it was just going to be Amy, tranquil silence, and as much wine as she could drink.

  Sipping from her glass, Amy randomly leafed through a dusty old diary she had found hidden in one of the bedrooms. Judging by the yellowed pages and handwriting, it must have belonged to Amy's mom when she was much younger. Amy wasn't normally a snoop, however being drunk and bored had gotten the best of her. "Well," she thought to herself, "this would give me the chance to understand my mom better, maybe even give me some ideas on how to repay her kindness." Lightning ripped through sky, sending a flash of white light into the fire-lit room as Amy turned to a random page.

  "Dear Diary," Amy spoke, "I had wild sex with a feral beast of a man last night."

  Amy choked on her wine in surprise as her eyes instantly became glued to her mom's diary. Taking another sip from her glass she began reading eagerly:

  For reasons I wrote about earlier, Armin has been hesitant being around with me. He doesn't want the others to know that the real reason he's been spending so much time away from them is to be with me. Something about how normal relationships have a tendency to complicate things. For the past two weeks though he's been spending every day with me at my parents' cabin.

  He's so cute when we're together outside, he acts just like my dog back home. Armin is full of energy, always showering me with attention, and he let's me ride on his back whenever we decide to have a picnic down by the river. Sometimes he becomes a little ferocious and overly protective, but I like that about him.

  Yesterday however was a bit different. I've been out here long enough to learn that he and the others pretty much stick to a strict schedule, during the day it is acceptable to fraternize outside of their clique but at nights it is strictly forbidden. A few days a month however they're completely free to do whatever they want, no matter the time of day. Armin says it's because there's only a small risk for anything to go wrong, something about how his body specifically works and how his animal instincts can be better suppressed. Every couple weeks there's a 'safer' window for him that lasts a few days, that's what he calls it anyways. There is no real safe window for him to do anything once his blood starts pumping though, just a window of acceptable risk.

  After eating our lunch yesterday he had to leave to take care of some things. That night however I heard a knock on the door, which has never happened before. Armin was my only visitor while I've been here, but he never visited at night. Cracking open the door, Armin stood there completely bare chested and breathing like an animal in heat. He barged through the door which knocked me on the ground. Without
even apologizing he just scooped me up in his big muscular arms and threw me on the couch. I'll spare you the details but by far it was the hottest sex I've ever had in my life. Armin spent all day today apologizing, but I kept telling him there was nothing to apologize for. The bite didn't even hurt anymore. He's so cute and so incredibly hot, the fact he cares so much about me just makes it even better. Who knew werewolves actually existed.

  Amy choked on her wine when she read the last sentence. She squinted to make out the barely legible handwriting. The diary had some water damage and the last sentence was practically illegible as the soluble ink smeared through the letters.

  "Tomorrow he's showing me his wolves?" Amy said trying to make sense of the words.

  "No..."

  "Whenever we're alone we make love."

  "Ya..." Amy said to herself slowly, "That makes more sense. I'm just drunk that's all. Werewolves don't actually exist. Mom just had herself a hot fling with some young woodsman."

  Amy burst out laughing, amused that she even considered such a thought. Putting down the diary she decided to save it as entertainment for the rest of the long weekend. Finishing her glass of wine, Amy got up and walked towards the kitchen to refill her glass.

  As Amy walked towards the kitchen, the sound of something briefly knocking against the house caused her to stop in her tracks. Amy listened to hear whether or not the knocking sound was just her imagination. A moment passed and another bolt of lightning tore through the sky, filling the room with a flash of white light. A second passed and low thunder shook the cabin. Amy continued walking, the storm outside was probably just making a tree branch bang against the cabin. Amy was in the kitchen when the knocking sound returned, there was no mistaking it this time. Something was knocking on the door.

  Amy cautiously approached the door, she was alone in the middle of the forest after all, miles away from any help. The only person that knew where she was staying for the week was her mom.

  "Karen are you inside?" An unfamiliar voice said from behind the door.

  "Karen is my mom's name," Amy thought to herself while she approached the door. "This must be a friend of hers she never told me about."

  Amy opened the door slowly to investigate. Standing on the stoop was a tall young man in wet clothes without an umbrella. Dark eyes pierced through his long midnight hair. Despite his intimidating size, his face didn't look a day over twenty-five with a smile that beamed youth.

  "Can I help you?" Amy asked.

  "Is that you Karen?" replied the stranger.

  The hallway entrance to the front door was dimly lit. The only source of light in the cabin was the small electric lantern Amy carried around with her, and the fireplace burning in the den.

  "May I first ask who you are?"

  "My apologies. My name is Armin."

  Amy's jaw dropped in her mouth as she instantly began to put the pieces together. Could this be the same person my mom mentioned in her diary? He looks so young though, how could it be him? Amy thought of what to say while she stood awkwardly in the doorway.

  "If you're not Karen, than I apologize and I'll be on my way. I hope I didn't frighten you."

  Amy's mind raced, how could she pass up the opportunity to potentially put a face to the most sordid story she knew about her mom. An incredibly mysterious and attractive face at that. How else could he know about my mom? There's only one way to find out.

  "Armin!" Amy replied enthusiastically, as if suddenly remembering who he was. "Of course, I recognize you now. Please come in."

  Concealing the fine details of her face in the shadow of the lantern, Amy welcomed Armin inside.

  Armin's clothes dripped on the wooden floor after Amy shut the door behind them.

  "Can I get you a towel?"

  "No. Thank you though."

  Armin simply took off his shirt and whisked away the water with his hands. Immediately after that, Armin bent his head down and shook his hair violently. Flecks of water flung from his hair as Amy watched in amusement. Amy decided to impersonate her mom with the goal of casting more light on the mystery of her mother's diary.

  "It's so good to see you Karen after all these years. I can barely see your face, but you still look so young."

  "I was about to say the same to you."

  "Now that shouldn't surprise you." Armin said with a smirk.

  "I'd offer you a dry set of clothes, but I'm afraid I don't have anything that will fit you."

  "Don't worry about it. This isn't the first time I've gotten caught outside during a storm. I actually like it when that happens, it feels more natural."

  "Well in that case, just dry off your pants as best as you can and meet me in the den. I have so much to ask you."

  Amy grabbed an extra wine glass and a bottle of Merlot from the kitchen and waited patiently near the fireplace. A man she had never seen before in her life was inside the cabin with her. As far as Amy knew, that person thought she was Karen, although she was actually her daughter. With the help of a little liquid courage, Amy figured that she would play along and pretend to be her mother. Had she shooed away Armin at the door, too many questions would have been left unanswered. Was this really the same Armin that my mom spoke of her in her diary? How could he look so young despite being so old? Why was he outside at night during a heavy thunder storm? How wild could the sex possibly be? Questions such as these raced through Amy's mind. After polishing off her glass, Amy decided to give the strange turn of events a chance. "It looks like things won't be so boring here after all." Amy thought to herself.

  After a few minutes, Armin emerged from the dark hallway. The soft light from the fireplace reflected off his shimmering wet body. His pants were no longer dripping on the ground, but he opted to keep his shirt off. His form was magnificent, a powerful body with large flowing shoulders gripped his frame. A thick chest sat atop his toned stomach where several white scars arced across his torso. Despite having an innocent looking face, Armin had the body of a tested warrior.

  Sitting next to Amy on the sofa, Armin smiled tenderly as he accepted the filled wineglass that Amy offered him. Away from the commotion outside, Amy clearly noticed the scent coming from Armin's body. It was primal, as if he preferred mother earth's natural bathhouses over modern plumbing and its sterilizing effects. He smelled natural, carnal, even animalistic.

  Relaxing into the couch Armin preferred to marvel in silence at Amy rather than break the tension with conventional banter. Drinking from his glass he merely grinned, baring his sharp white teeth to Amy. He sensed Amy was a bit uncomfortable, not that he didn't know that it wasn't actually Karen. It was plainly obvious now with the light from the fireplace. Amy was a dead ringer for Karen, however small inconsistencies in how she moved gave her away. This only aroused his interest in her even more though, when he knocked on the door he had intended to return to old stomping grounds but now he was enjoying the chase of a fresh hunt.

  "It's so nice to see your beautiful face in these woods again." Armin said after a moment of silence.

  "Thanks Armin, that's sweet of you." Amy replied, "But how did you know I was here?"

  "I guess you can call it my sixth sense. I know everything that happens around these parts."

  "Like what Armin? Impress me."

  "Well I know that by looking at the storm outside, it's going to continue until the morning."

  "Go on."

  "Judging by the red flush in your cheeks, that isn't your first glass of wine in your hands."

  "I'm still waiting to be impressed." Amy said haughtily.

  Armin lifted his arm towards Amy, grazing her hand with his fingers. "I know that by the touch of your skin, that it is still as soft as it was all those years ago."

  Amy's face blushed, mostly from amusement and inebriated arousal. It had been a long time since a man touched her gently. Keeping her wits about her, Amy remained unresponsive. After all, she was just pretending to know Armin. She still only had a vague idea of who he was.

>   Armin paused for dramatic effect, "I know by your scent that mother nature renewed your fertility." Without waiting for a reaction Armin leaned over towards Amy. "In fact that was how I knew you were here. I could smell your intoxicating scent miles away."

  Amy recoiled from Armin's touch and crossed her legs in nervousness. How on earth does he know that?

  Armin leaned in closer towards Amy, as if to whisper a terrible secret. Blood was pumping faster through his body, he smelled fear now. And no hunt was ever complete without the element of fear. It's how he knew that he was in control over his prey. It was exhilarating.

  "Can I tell you something?"

  Amy silently nodded, her body tense with anticipation.

  "I am going to ravage your body." Armin whispered assertively. "I'm going to spill my seed deep inside of you and you are going to bare my pups."

  Armin leaned back away and let out a sigh of assurance, "But that's not going to happen tonight. I can smell the fear on you, my seed would never take root. Your body may reject it. I guess all these years have made you forgetful of what we once had."