Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Fire Wolf by CD Gorri Excerpt

Episode Date: March 2, 2024

Enjoy the most intense erotic availble and download the Wylde App here. You can download your copy of Fire Wolf here. Secrets. Magic. Forbidden Passion. This Wolf is breaking all the rules! With her thirtieth birthday fast approaching, Martina Harbor is coming home to celebrate the day she shares with her two sisters.Little does she know her big brother and his mate have invited the whole dang town to join in the festivities. Things might have changed with the local Wolf Pack, but after spending her entire life hiding what she is from the very Shifters she’s eating cake with has Martina more than a little confused. Is she just supposed to forget about the past? Why were her siblings okay with this? And who the heck was the hunky guy who kept sniffing her whenever she walked past? Could someone explain what the actual heck was going on? Mitchell Truman is a Wolf Shifter comfortable in his own skin.Happy go lucky, that’s his vibe. He had friends, money, and was always a shoe in with the ladies. But one look at Martina Harbor and his bachelor days are a thing of the past! He knows she belongs to him. With his inner beast scratching against his skin, there is no doubt in his mind the female is his fated mate. But there’s more than meets the eye with this fiery Wolf.Will Martina brush Mitchell off, or will they light fires together

On this episode of Wild in Bed, an excerpt from Firewolf, a witch shift to paranormal romance by C.D. Gory. Secrets, magic, forbidden passion. This wolf is breaking all the rules. With her 30th birthday fast approaching, Martina Harbour is coming home to celebrate the day she's, shares with her two sisters. Little does she know her big brother and his mate have invited the whole dang town to join in the festivities. Things might have changed with the local wolf pack,

but after spending her entire life hiding what she is from the very shift as she's eating cake with, has Martina more than a little confused? Is she just a supposed to forget about the past? Why were her siblings okay with this? And who the heck was the hunky guy who kept sniffing her when she walked past? Could someone explain what the actual heck was going on? Mitchell Truman is a wolf shifter, comfortable in his own skin.

Happy go lucky, and that's his vibe. He had friends money and was always a shoe-in with the ladies. But one look at Martina Harbour, and his bachelor days are a thing of the past. He knows she belongs to him, with his inner beast scratching against his skin. There is no doubt in his mind the female is his fated mate.

There's more than meets the eye to this fiery wolf. Will Martina brush Mitchell off, while they light fires together. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed. Your destination for salacious stories. Sensual satisfaction and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, as you know, all you should know, well, probably know, I've been very busy with the sensual awakening course,

So that is being enjoyed, being enjoyed by the early listeners. Yes, they're having a lot of fun with that. So that will be available next week. Yes, it will if you want to intensify your sensual pleasure. Take it a little further. So on tonight's show. Yes, we have an excerpt from Firewolf by CD Gory, the delightful CD Gory. She does these shifter romances so well.

She really does. And you know, over on the app, we have our own very shifter, experiential erotica. If you've not tried it, then... Well, I think the reviews speak for themselves, but lust by its is. is a particularly intense shifter experiential erotica. And if you've never tried experiential erotica, why not? What's wrong with you? Seriously, this is that perfect blend.

The love child of meditation and erotica, as was said once by another podcaster. So don't you go forgetting to follow this channel? So you don't miss a single, A stripping moment of sensual pleasure. And as you lay back on your bed, just slip those ear butts in. Loosen those clothes.

Just close your pretty eyes. Surrender to the pleasure of my voice. Caressing over your body. When you're ready to submit to desire, Just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment. And then release it with a sigh. Letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 20 minutes or so,

you've decided it's just you in my voice. This is your time. Your time to relax. your time for sensual satisfaction your time to release those inner passions as you feel my voice going with you as you immerse yourself in tonight's show the second I saw her wearing that long velvety skirt

and tight little sweater I knew I was fucked shit. I should have made reservations as a fancy restaurant instead of my usual booth at Rollover. It was the best sushi place in town. Maybe that would count for something. This looks good, Martina said, and I could hear the truth behind her words. Good. I was counting on you being more of a quality of a luxury kind of woman.

This place has the best sushi, I murmured. I like sushi, she replied, her dark violet eyes flicking to mine. I smiled as we scanned the menu. We chatted and laughed and I was ridiculously pleased when the waitress came over and Martina asked if I wanted to share one of the biggest sushi platters on the menu with her. Yeah, that sounds great. Can we have a couple of orders of hibachi rice and noodles and beef negamaki also? Oh, that does sound delicious.

Martina said after the waitress left, it sounds like a lot, but I do have an appetite. And I don't. Actually, this is refreshing. You know, it's been forever since I went out with someone who was sort of like me, she whispered. Sort of like you, I repeated. She had no idea the monster I really was.

But again, I was not worried. Destiny led me to Martina Harbour. But that was just to create the spark. This insane attraction I had towards her was growing by the second. And that was all her. I, um, noticed you got a haircut, and a shave. Was that for me?

She asked, grinning. Maybe, or maybe it was just time, I replied evasively. If I confess, I spent most of today in face masks and doing my nails, will you tell me the truth? Face masks, clay or gel. My sisters like this peel-off cucumber shit, and they don't. did that to me once, but it got all caught in my eyebrows and facial hair. Fine, I got a haircut and shaved to impress you. My brother said I looked like a lumberjack. She laughed then, and I smiled.

My chest puffed up like a proud beacock, and the animal inside me rumbled pleasantly. It felt good being the cause of her smiles. The reason for her laughter. There was something sad behind her rise and I wanted her to share it with me. I couldn't rush her. Trust was a slower and thing for Martina Harbour, but I was going to win hers. It was a promise I made to myself and my beast. Well, I happen to love Lumberjack romance novels, so tell Tim to mind his own business next time. She replied after her giggles had died down. Is that so? I've got a flannel in the back of of my truck I could put on for you. You're incorrigible,

but maybe later. She murmured and her cheeks turned a dusky rose colour I really liked. After dinner, I drove down to the old movie theatre. Everyone in town still went to. I held her hand at Martina allowed it, sending chills of awareness rippling through my body. Her spicy cinnamon apple sounds. was driving me crazy, but her constant shivering had me worried.

Cold? I asked while we waited in line for tickets. She smiled tightly, looking down as if she were embarrassed by that fact. Hell no, I was not okay with that. So I wrapped my arm around her and tucked her into my side, letting her feel some of my natural heat. Wow, you are really hot. She whispered and I grinned. You ain't so bad yourself, sweetheart.

That's not what I meant. She replied and rolled her eyes, but she stayed put. And that meant everything to me. Popcorn? Oh yeah, popcorn. And a box of snowcaps and sourpatch kids. Oh, and a large fanta. She ordered and pulled out her wallet.

Nope, I said. grabbing it and tucking it into my back pocket. But it's my turn, you paid for dinner, she said frowning. I knew I'd struck a nerve with her, but I could not help myself. There were just some things a man didn't allow a woman to do. And one of them was paid for his movie theatre candy. I asked you on this date, so I'm paying. Of course you could wrestle me for your wallet.

I said eyebrows arched in open invitation. The cashier chuckled and Martina sighed. She rolled her eyes again and I sizzled inside. It was fast becoming one of my favourite expressions on her. Damn, but she wore exasperated well. Sexy woman, I've got my eyes on you, sweetheart. One hundred percent. The movie was one of those common.

comic book action flicks and I worried that she wouldn't like it. But that changed the second she started shouting at the screen and clapping with the rest of us. The theatre itself was older and the crowd was mostly local kids. But I only had eyes for Martina. She was laughter and light and when her hand touched my leg or brushed against mine and when we went to grant popcorn at the same time. how I trembled like a kid on his first date. We sat together while the credits rolled,

waiting for the little Easter egg at the end of the film. It was a good one, promising more from the series of super-funny superheroes. Martina chatted on and on about what she thought of the actors and the storyline, and I was shocked when she pointed out the not-so-obvious flaws in the plot line. Smart as a whip she was. You know, you sound sexy as hell when you talk comic books, woman. I growled. My eyes raked over her possessively.

She was taking up space in my head, planting roots in my heart. I wanted her with a ferocity that was damn well frightening. But I worked hard to control that part of me. Of course there was nothing I could do about the raging boner, clearly outlined in my jeans and, yes, I caught her staring. See something you like, I teased. Oh my God, I was not just staring at your dick, she muttered and I laughed out loud. So, she declared with false brightness, I liked the movie.

Well, looks like this hometown boy is full of surprises. And here I thought you were going to turn your nose down at my taste in food and movies, New York City. I said, teasing her as we walked hand in hand back to my truck. She froze in her tracks, brows furrowing, and I knew I'd made a mistake. But what had I said? You really think I'm a snob? She asked and fucks she looked hurt. No, I think you're smart and cultured. You're a lawyer. You live in Manhattan, Martina. Shit, I don't know. I guess I was worried about making the right impression on you, because I never left Mackin City. I never went to college, just started my business right after high school.

Anyway, I guess I assumed you spent your free time going to museums and shit. I growled suddenly uncomfortable. Wow. So you think I'm a snob? You think I couldn't enjoy a date with a man, unless he takes me someplace flashy and spends a lot of money. What? No, I didn't say that.

Fuck. This conversation was going away, of course. I'd obviously upset her. She let go of my hand and I felt pained by the absence of her touch. I unlocked the door and held it open for her, offering my hand. But she didn't take it. She was short, though, petite and perfect in my not-so-humble opinion. and it snowed some during the movie.

With a long, tight skirt on, Martina couldn't quite get into the damn seat. She was cold, I knew it. I could see her shivering again. After watching her fumble a second time I snapped. Hands on her hips, I lifted her up and closed the door. Ignoring her shocked gasp. My hands burned where I touched her,

and my animal was snarling at me for letting her. her go so soon. At the rate this was going, I would need to shift in the shed again tonight. Fucking hell. Timothy had warned me not to fuck this up and my brother was right. But he was wrong too. He told me to act a certain way to step up my game. But the best time of the entire night was when I was just myself with her. After my fuck up, I felt about. about two inches tall. Martina didn't care about a lot of things I'd expected, but she cared what I thought, and that was a sign. I mattered to her. That was all the encouragement I needed to try to fix this. Martina, I began, starting the car and turning the heat on for her. I did not

mean to say that before. Why? I'm happy to know what you really think of me. Mitchell. She replied anger and hurt staining her words. Shit, no, I didn't mean that. I don't think anything bad about you, woman. I just want you to... Look, I don't want to fuck this up. I'm doing a bang-up job of it, though. But hurting you or insulting you was never my intention. I growled, biting back the pain of my wolf tearing me off. on the inside. I like you, Martina Harbour.

I really like you. I want to know more about you. I'm sorry if I acted like a judgmental ass. I didn't mean it, I swear. I guess I'm being a jerk now. No, it's okay. Don't apologize. She said and heaved a sigh.

This was a mistake. Just would you mind taking me home? Wait, please give me another chance. Don't leave me like this, I said turning towards her. It's not your fault. I have a chip on my shoulder, especially about your pack. My pack? But you're a wolf and this is Maconwood Pack's home territory. I have wondered and I guess now I am asking.

Why isn't it your pack too? It's just not, she said, and her words felt heavy. I grew up in Mackin City, but I lived under a cloud. The Mackinwood Pack left my family alone. But I was never one of them, never accepted. Because you grew up in Harbour House? I asked, confused. She shook her head and tears swam in her deep violet eyes.

It was breaking my heart to see the hurt there. I unbuckled her seatbelt and tugged her towards me and she allowed it. Thank God. I couldn't stand the idea of hurting her anymore. It was making my beast feel all kinds of protected. All I wanted was to wipe the hurt away, to wrap her up in a bubble of good feelings and sweetness, to kiss away the pain and make it all better.

Good idea. Hey, I said, holding her face with one hand and wrapping my arm around her waist. Please don't cry, sweetheart. I never meant to upset you. I just wanted to take you out. Be with you. Why did you ask me out? She asked, canting her head in a way that reminded me she was a wolf too.

But she didn't smell like a regular wolf. I couldn't find any hint of fur on her at the moment, just the smoky, spicy scent of cinnamon and apple pie. And damn it, I wanted her with the hunger I'd never known. I leaned towards her, brushing her nose with mine. My chest rumbled with the power of my beast. I want to kiss you, Martina, I whispered, so close to her lips,

but needing her consent before I took this thing a step further. I was playing with fire and I knew it. I just didn't care. Barely able to keep the leash on the furious desire I felt for her. I growled. My gaze intent on hers. Her soft curves pressed against me. And I hated the clothes between us.

I needed to kiss her. Hell, I might die without it. but I waited. So, she whispered, her breath mingling with mine. What are you waiting for? That was all the permission I needed to claim her lips beneath mine. Finally, I had this woman's mouth on mine, and I kissed her with all the pent-up passion I've been feeling

since I laid eyes on her again yesterday evening. I growled, swallowing her. soft whimpers and moans and put all of my energy into our kiss. She tasted better than I imagined. Oh, and I had imagined plenty. To me, kissing was better than sex. I realized that made me an oddity among men. But this act meant more. It was more intimate than fucking, sexier than head. and her mouth was the best fucking thing I had ever felt working in tandem with mine. We were good at this, at kissing each other, and I felt elated, like I'd been waiting my whole life for this woman. And I suppose I had been.

Mine, mine, mine. So, I hope you enjoyed that little excerpt. Now next week, yes, there's a, there's going to be a new story. It is a fantasy request. I'm just polishing off some of the sexier bits. Just so it's nice and ready for you. So until then, when we can get wild in bed all over again, this is Devlin Wild.

Always with your pleasure in mind. wishing your salacious dreams.