Free Paranormal Secrets: Paranormal Werewolf Interracial Alpha Male Cowboy Ghost Erotica (3 Erotic Short Stories) by J. Leather Page A

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don’t think I’ll be buying any souvenirs.”
    “I have none to sell.” He grinned, exposing
two very sharp canine teeth that resembled fangs. “But maybe I can offer you a
gift.”
    “Well, I don’t normally take gifts from
strangers.” She shrugged and looked away. No one else was paying any attention
in her direction.
    “Ah, a pity.” He shook his large head and
laughed. “And yet you now know my name and I know yours.”
    Helena felt a
sudden chill. She couldn’t understand why this strange old man was beginning to
attract her so much. He was handsome, maybe once, but he looked more than
sixty, probably as old as her grandfather.
    “Ah, Helena, you keep silent, but I know
your mind seeks to know more.” His dark eyes had a mischievous twinkle that
eased her tension.
    “Um, well, yes, now that you’ve got my
attention…”She shrugged. “I guess it would be impolite to not want to know
more… that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it… an education?”
    “More than that, little one.” His voice
suddenly grew sepulchral and he touched the totem pole. “I see that this great
totem of my clan fascinates you, it is a symbol of great power and virility.”
    “Uh, yeah.” She felt herself blush. “It
does resemble… something powerful.”
    “It is the life blood of my Clan… and I am
the last one.” He said with a deep sigh.
    “Really, I guess that’s… sad.” Helena nodded. “You haven’t had a wife and children?”
    “Aye, once…maybe more,” He looked up at the
overcast sky. “And yet I have been cursed to outlive them all.”
    Helena felt her
heart break at the sadness in his voice, the sagging of his broad shoulders. He
looked like a very lonely man indeed; maybe he just wanted her company for a while.
It wouldn’t harm her if she could make his loneliness a little less for a few
hours.
    “Yes, Holkan, I would be very interested to
know all that you have to tell me.” Helena smiled at him and gently patted his
shoulder.
    “Ah, good.” He nodded sagely. “Then come,
we must be on our way before the storm passes.”
    “Um, what storm?” Helena looked at him in
puzzlement. “And where must we go?”
    “To the sacred stones, beyond that hill.”
Holkan pointed and waved. “Zalban!”
    A large stallion, white as the snow of
mountain tops, suddenly cantered up and nuzzled his face. The old man caressed
the horse’s brow gently, whispering in its ear.
    “But I can’t just…” Helena looked around
for the others, but she couldn’t see anyone. A mist had formed all around them,
filling the entire meadow with an eerie glow.
    “Come!” Holkan cried out and pulled her up
behind him on the bareback horse. She felt breathless by the sudden move and
held on to the old man for dear life as the stallion broke into a tear away
gallop.
    Within moments they rode into a place
surrounded by small hills. Large slabs of stones were laid out on the soft
verdant ground in a sort of ritualistic fashion. Helena could hear her own
heart beating against her chest. She felt terrified and excited all at the same
time. There wasn’t another soul in sight. 
    The huge horse cantered to a stop and
Holkan dismounted with the ease of a seasoned rider. Helena looked at the older
man in amazement; there was a sudden spring in his step that she hadn’t noticed
before.  He reached up and effortlessly carried her off the horse. His muscular
arms around her felt like powerful vices and she wondered if she was making a
grave error. She took him for a kindly old man who wanted to regale her with
the deeds of his youth, but now it seemed he was someone else all together.
    “Have no fear…” He said as he tenderly
placed her down on the stone slabs.
    His eyes looked even more radiant than
before and she felt like he was peering into her soul. Slivers of fear and
excitement warred inside her. She felt strangely drawn towards him, and at the
same time she wanted to run for her life.
    “Have no fear,” he