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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  About the Author

  THE SAPPHIRE DESIRE SERIES

  HER LONE WOLVES

  An Enticing Tale of Sex & Shifters

  by

  Diana Castle

  Other Books by Diana Castle

  THE HOT AND SPICY WEST SERIES

  Book 1 - Under His Hands

  Book 2 - Temptation

  Book 3 - Branded

  THE SAPPHIRE DESIRE SERIES

  Book 1 – Her Immortal Love

  Book 2 - Her Lone Wolves

  Book 3 - Her Dark Lord - Coming Soon!

  SILK

  Volume I - Erotic Stories of Love and Lust

  VELVET

  Volume II - Erotic Stories of Domination and Submission

  Her Immortal Love

  Copyright 2014 © Diana Castle

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  This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

  Coming Soon to the Sapphire Desire Series

  Her Dark Lord

  Acheron Thanatos, wealthy tycoon and former rock star, is also the reincarnated spirit of Hades, king and god of the Underworld. He has been searching for the reborn spirit of his queen, the lovely Persephone.

  Acheron believes he has found his lost love in Cora Bradford, an attorney from Atlanta. He invites her to his private Greek island where he hosts an annual orgiastic gathering of some of the world’s wealthiest and famous people.

  Can Acheron convince Cora he truly is Hades reborn and she his beloved Persephone when she doesn’t remember who she was and steadfastly refuses to believe his fantastic tale that thousands of years ago they once ruled the underworld as king and queen, goddess and god?

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  Chapter One

  Drums beat in the dark. Deep, booming, powerful drums pounding out a steady, pulsing rhythm. Firelight flickered along the walls of the cave. A naked woman lay on a slab of stone. People stood in a circle around her. Dozens of them. Men and women. All of them dressed in animal skins. Some wore necklaces comprised of nothing but teeth, both animal and human. The masks were made out of clay or, in some cases, bleached bone.

  A heavy-set woman, with large, pendulous breasts stepped forward. Her mask was fashioned in the shape of a wolf’s head. She lifted her arms. The drums beat faster and the people swayed to the quickening beat. They began to sing, a song as deep and echoing as the drums. The words they sang were ancient in a language long-forgotten. Amid the singing and chanting, some threw back their heads and howled like wolves. As they did so, at the back of the cave, where the shadows were deeper, something moved.

  The people stirred, some of them stepping aside to allow whatever it was to enter the circle. The men fell to their knees, their arms stretched above their bowed heads. The women began to dance ecstatically, their dark hair whipping across their faces, their lithe bodies twisting as if in the throes of orgasm. The heavy-set woman in the wolf head’s mask remained where she was, waiting.

  The figure at the back of the cave moved out of the darkness. It was tall, massive and man-shaped. As it entered the cave, a woman reached for it, screaming wildly. The heavy-set woman struck her hard across the face and roughly pushed her back. Then she angrily gestured to the naked, bound woman waiting on the slab. The screaming woman lowered her head as if she had been chastised.

  The shadow drew closer. It was shaped like a man, but it wasn’t. Taller than any man, it was powerfully built with wide shoulders and a broad chest. Thick, black fur covered its entire body. Between its strongly muscled thighs, a penis, long, huge, and thickly veined, fiercely thrust up from the dense fur on its groin. Human eyes looked out from the wolf-like face. Golden eyes that burned with intelligence and awareness.

  It was the Wolf-God, and the People had called upon it because they were in danger. Their enemies had grown powerful and the People were dying. They needed warriors to defend them. But not just any warriors.

  The woman on the slab of stone was to be the mother of a new race. Men who would be known as Sons of the Wolf-God. They would be stronger, faster, and more powerful than any human males. And they would defend the People against their enemies.

  The Wolf-God stared down at the woman. Bound as she was, her legs were already parted, her sex open. Even if she had struggled, the ropes were too tight for her to free herself.

  But the woman didn’t struggle. She didn’t cry out. She knew why she was there. They had only bound because some women did try to escape, but most did not. As she gazed up at the Wolf-God, her breath quickened, her nipples tightened, and moisture welled on the swollen lips of her sex.

  The Wolf-God crawled onto the slab, threw back its head and howled, its primal cry of lust echoing through the caves. Then it violently thrust the full length of its powerful phallus into the woman’s sex.

  She screamed, whether from pleasure or pain, the Wolf-God did not know. The Wolf-God did not care. It had been called. It had been summoned. The woman was its by right.

  Its powerful thighs plunged its raging cock into the woman’s soft, warm body. It fucked her there in full sight of the People, battering and ramming its stiff cock into her, the woman twisting and writhing beneath it, and when it finally came, its seed filling the woman’s womb, the Wolf-God threw back its massive head and howled, its profound shout of erotic culmination throbbing over the cries and shouts of the People.

  The Wolf-God pulled out of the woman. Its cock was still hard. The woman was untied and some of the women rushed forward to help her from the slab, for her step was unsteady, her body shaking. As soon the women took her from the cave, another woman was swiftly brought forward and bound to the slab. The Wolf-God fucked her also and, as the night wore on under the new moon, a dozen women were soon carrying the Wolf-God’s seed.

  * * * *

  Everett McKinnon moaned as he tossed and turned in his sleep. He’d had erotic dreams before. But this one was the strangest he’d ever had. He could smell and hear and feel everything. The smell of wood burning, the acrid odor of sweat and cum. He heard the rhythmic moaning of the women as the Wolf-God fucked them and their cries of pleasure when they came.

  And Everett felt his own body responding. He arched his back, his shoulders digging into the mattress, his groin stiffening t
hen shuddering. He growled deep in his chest, the muscles of his throat as hard as iron, his teeth grinding against each other as the orgasm the Wolf-God was experiencing in the dream surged through Everett.

  His body quivering, his eyes fluttered open. He looked around. He wasn’t in a primeval cave, surrounded by the writhing bodies of the People. He was in his bed in the house he and what was left of his Wolf Clan called home.

  Light crept around the windows, but it wasn’t the bright, cheerful light that foretold a sunny day. That washed-out, grayish light told him it was cloudy outside. Based on the weather report he’d listened to last night before going to bed it was only going to get cloudier. A winter storm was coming in. A big one.

  Everett drew in a deep, gasping breath. He was still hard, even after that orgasmic dream. He inched his hand down his big body and gingerly touched his erection. It felt hot, like it was burning from within. He gripped it, willing it to soften but knowing it would not. He quickly rubbed his palm up and down the huge erection, gritting his teeth when he finally came, his seed spurting onto his belly.

  Shit. What he wouldn’t give for a woman. But that was the last thing he or the twins needed. Another damned woman in their lives.

  Everett pushed back the covers, snatched a handful of tissue off the table next to the bed and wiped away his cum. What a messed-up dream. He’d heard stories about the Wolf-God. The Clan elders had told him those stories back when he was a kid. He’d even had his share of dreams about the Wolf-God over the years.

  But that was all they’d been. Dreams and stories. And he’d certainly hadn’t heard any stories nor had any dreams until this one about the Wolf-God impregnating a bunch of women. Though he supposed, if it were true, it would help explain the origin of him and his kind.

  He got out of bed and stretched, the muscles rippling along his six-foot six inch frame. He leaned over and punched the button on the radio. Just his luck. Another weather forecast.

  “A winter storm is expected to strike today bringing the potential for heavy snow and severe weather conditions. The storm will more than likely continue through the weekend, dumping the greatest amount of snow on—”

  Everett turned the radio off. No change from the forecast last night. All the roads leading from here and down the mountain would be impassable for at least a week. If not longer.

  He was glad he’d had the twins bring in additional supplies from town. They now had enough to last even if the storm snowed them in for more than a month. He’d better check on the livestock, though, and make sure there was enough food for them. He’d given that particular chore to Caleb, but he knew how indifferent the older of the twins was when it came to such things.

  He took a shower then put on some heavier clothes. As he was zipping up his boots, he thought about his dream again, but when his cock began to stiffen in response to his heated thoughts, he quickly squelched them. He grabbed his parka, hat and gloves and left the bedroom.

  As he went downstairs, he told himself that even if he’d wanted a woman to fuck, there wasn’t one around for miles

  * * * *

  White. That was all Jane Evans saw as she peered through the window of her rental car. A world made of nothing but the color white. She'd heard the term white-out before, but she'd never imagined the phrase accurately described the phenomenon. The only white-out she'd been familiar with was that liquid stuff you used to fix typing mistakes.

  It hadn't been this bad when she'd driven up the mountain to take the last set of photographs she needed for her magazine assignment. Just a few flurries floating leisurely past her lens. But when she’d started back towards town, the flurries turned into a blinding wall of white.

  She anxiously gripped the steering wheel. She just wanted to get back to her room at the hotel. She leaned forward, her eyes frantically searching through the snowy windshield. The wiper blades couldn’t keep up with the rapidly falling snow. She wasn't even sure she was still on the road.

  Her heart pounded in her chest and her mouth was sour with fear. Maybe she should just wait it out. But where? She didn't think anyone else was on the road. She hadn't passed any cars. The idea of just stopping in the middle of the road didn't appeal to her at all and definitely was dangerous. But she also didn't want to pull over and get stuck in a snowdrift.

  She gently pressed the accelerator. The thought of being trapped in the mountains during a full-blown blizzard terrified her. She'd just have to trust she was on the road and that, if she kept going, albeit slowly and carefully, she'd find her way back to town. More than likely she'd be stuck there until the storm passed, but at least she’d be safe and warm in her hotel room.

  She eased the car further down the road. Then, suddenly, she was flying, the car completely out of her control. Panicking, she wrenched the steering wheel around then cried out as the car slid down a snowy embankment, trees rippling past the windows, snow whirling about her. The car slammed into one of the trees. Jane screamed when something exploded against her chest.

  And then, instead of white, there was only black.

  Chapter Two

  Everett wearily trudged up the stairs to the second floor. When the blizzard finally settled in, he’d made sure that everything in the house and the barn was ready for it. He’d had to do all the work himself because, as he had suspected, Caleb hadn’t done a damn thing. He released a heavy, frustrated breath. He was bone-tired and he was hungry. The sooner he got out of these wet clothes and into something warm and dry the sooner he could get something to eat.

  He wondered where Avery and Caleb were but assumed they were somewhere about the place. The house was big as it had been built to accommodate more than just the three of them.

  Everett frowned as he walked towards his bedroom. Once he did see Caleb, he’d have more than a bone to pick with him. He was getting real tired real fast of the younger man’s growing defiance of him. There may not have been much left of their Clan, but Everett was still their alpha.

  He opened the door to his bedroom and went inside. Someone had lit a fire in the fireplace. He frowned. The twins knew better than to go poking around in his room. But, considering how cold and wet he was, the fire felt good. He began stripping off his clothes as he headed for the large walk-in closet.

  He stopped and stared, his eyes widening.

  A woman was in his bed. And not just any woman. A young, beautiful, apparently naked woman. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming. He blinked hard but when he opened his eyes she was still there. He went over to the bed. Her long, ash-blonde hair was disheveled as if she had been tossing wildly about while she slept. The bed covers were all tangled and, as a result, her breasts were uncovered. And what breasts. Round and firm with coral-colored aureoles and nipples that were like sweet berries. He wondered if her breasts were real. They looked awfully big for someone as slender as she was. Well, if the breasts weren't real she most certainly was.

  But her being in his bed was a mystery and if there was one thing Everett McKinnon didn't much care for were mysteries.

  Or strangers.

  She moaned softly, the sound burrowing straight to his groin. Under her lids, her eyes moved quickly. She was dreaming.

  As he stared at her, she suddenly arched her back and those strawberry nipples tightened provocatively into hard, long nubs. He smelled her pussy ripening, the scent both sharp and sweet in his nostrils.

  It was all he could do not to throw himself onto her body and plunge his hardening cock inside her.

  He was about to shake her awake, his hand already tingling at the thought of touching her smooth skin. He heard a sound from behind him. He whirled around.

  Avery stood in the doorway. He quietly gestured for Everett to follow him out into the hall. Everett glanced back at the woman. She uttered a soft, sighing sound that caused his cock to stir, but she did not awaken. She only turned on her side, her mouth-watering bosom bouncing lusciously as she did.

  Once they were out in the hall, Aver
y carefully closed the door behind him. In the crook of his arm he held a stack of neatly folded clothes. Only a couple inches shorter than Everett, Avery was just over six feet tall and powerfully built like his twin.

  But he and Caleb weren’t identical twins. They shared the same nut-brown, shoulder length hair, but where Avery’s eyes were hazel and filled with a kind of inoffensive guilelessness, Caleb’s eyes were green, like a cat’s, and there was always a sly cageyness about them.

  Everett angrily jabbed his finger at the closed door of his bedroom. “Who the hell is she and what the fuck is she doing in my bed?”

  Avery gestured for him to keep his voice down. “I don't know who she is.”

  “What do you mean you don't know? Where’d she come from?”

  “We found her. Actually, I was the one that found her but Caleb helped me bring her here.”

  Everett took a menacing step toward Avery. “Why?”

  Avery moved back, blinking nervously. “Her car had slid off into a ditch. She was near frozen. What were we supposed to do?”

  “So you brought her here. Knowing full well the rules. And then you put her in my room.”

  Avery nodded, but his eyes were darting about as if he was afraid to look Everett full in the face.

  “What in the hell made you do a damned fool thing like that?”

  Avery swallowed thickly. “What do you mean? Bringing her here or putting her in your room?”

  “Both,” Everett growled.

  Avery shrugged. “Your bedroom's the only one with a fireplace.”

  “We’ve got central heating.”

  “I know that, but your room’s more comfy.”

  Everett doubted it was the real reason she’d been put in his room, but he’d deal with that later. “Why did you bring her here?”

  “We couldn't just leave her,” Avery said. “She'd have died.”