Kisses & Comeshots Anthology

Hey, angels! Welcome to my new anthology ❤️

A couple of things:

♡ I don’t always mention contraception or STI’s, please assume the characters are being safe and not playing pregnancy roulette.

♡ I use British English. PLEASE do not correct my spelling with American English (it’s super annoying sorry 😩)

♡ That being said, if you notice any grammar mistakes, it would be great if you could point them out.

♡ I write mature romances. The words ‘clit’ and ‘cock’ will make an appearance. If that’s not your thing, please leave without complaint.

♡ You can follow me on Instagram, naughtyxchristian.

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Holly.

“I hope you’ve got a good reason for dragging me all the way out here.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, you’re only ten minutes from your office.”

I narrow my eyes and correct her, “Fifteen, but who’s counting? What’s up?”

Raquel sighs dramatically. “Can’t a girl share a coffee with her best friend on her lunch break?”

I turn my coffee mug suspiciously. “She can, but not if her friend is called Raquel and sent her six texts with an overwhelming number of question mark’s.”

“Fair.” She pauses and sips her drink. “Basically, I’ve had an idea.”

“Always dangerous,” I drawl sarcastically and she huffs.

“Shut up! This is a good one.”

“Okay, let’s hear it.”

She shifts in her chair, smiling proudly and straightening her shoulders. “I’m going into the woods tomorrow night.”

I deadpan her, my mind confused. “Why?”

“It’s a full moon,” she replies and wiggles her eyebrows.

I quickly look around to make sure no one is near us and can therefore hear, then I hiss, “Are you mad?! They’ll be in heat!”

“Exactly.” She grins. “That means the sex will be off the charts.”

My mouth hangs open unattractively as I gape at my best friend, absently wondering if she has lost her damn mind.

“What if one of them claims you?”

She makes a ‘pfft’ noise and brushes me off. “They’ll only do that if we’re mates, which we won’t be. Can you see me settling down with a ball of fur? Hell, anyone?”

I press my lips together, unable to argue with that. Raquel is a free spirit, I can’t ever imagine her in a relationship. Being single is in her nature, she hates feeling tied down.

“What if you wake up the morning after and find them hideous? What if it’s just the heat?”

She shrugs. “Then I high-tail it out of there. At least I get a good fucking. It’s been ages since I last got laid.”

I roll my eyes at her. ‘Ages’ for Raquel is like a month. She is so dramatic.

“You can’t honestly be willing to risk your life for some dick.”

“It’s not risking my life!” She protests.

“You’re going onto shifter territory uninvited!”

Nearly a year ago, Raquel decided to go on a hike in the woods outside town. She conveniently forgot to check if the area was private or public property. She made the discovery of a lifetime when she witnessed a human shifting into a wolf and nearly died of a heart attack. And what was the first thing she did? She drove to my place and told me.

A few hours later, some scary-looking men showed up at my house, threatening both of us with our silence. They didn’t say it in as many words, but it was heavily implied that the safety of our families was at risk if we didn’t keep our mouths shut.

It was hard for us both to adjust to the idea at first. Each person we spoke to or interacted with had us questioning whether they were human or shifters. Eventually, both of us have gotten used to the idea. I avoid shifters as much as possible, but Raquel is a glutton for trouble.

“I’ve got to get back to work,” I tell her and pick up my handbag. “This is a stupid idea, maybe the worst one you’ve ever come up with. It’s not safe. Don’t do it.”

She grins back at me. “Oh, I’m totally doing it. I’ll text you!”

I shoot Raquel a text as the bath fills next to me.

you’re not really doing this, are you?

Her reply is to drop a pin at her location. She’s parked in the muddy lay by on the side of the road. It’s the spot where she first discovered shifters. She took me there after it happened to describe it and each time I drive down that road, I look at that lay by and pinch myself. It’s hard to believe that the supernatural exists sometimes.

Of course I am! Walking in now, fingers crossed for the fuck of my life x

I scowl and don’t bother replying to that. She’s so damn reckless. I get into the bath and close my eyes, letting the warm water relax my tense muscles. My best friend would die for some dick.

I stay in the bath until the water cools. After drying off, I pull on my cute pale pink and white heart pyjama set and dry my hair. My phone lights up with a series of texts from Raquel. I hope that she’s given up and is heading home.

No such luck.

I need you

I think I broke my wrist

I was trying to be sexy and drape myself over a rock and I fell off the damn thing

fuck this hurts so much

Can you come get me? My dad isn’t replying

“Fuck,” I mutter and jump to my feet off the vanity stool.

I pull a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over my pyjamas and rush downstairs. Shoving my feet into some Uggs, I grab my keys and head out to my car.

On my way

I send the text to Raquel and pull off the drive. Thankfully, the road is only ten or so minutes from my house. Trust Raquel to fall and break her wrist. Only my best friend would be so extra.

When I get to the lay by, I pull in and jump out, my phone in hand. There is a street light above my head that illuminates the creepy-looking forest. I look down at my phone and curse as I see the ‘NO SIGNAL’ at the top of the screen.

I turn Airplane mode on and off again and manage to get one bar of signal. Tapping the screen, I try to call Raquel. It beeps, telling me it has failed.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

Realising what I have to do, I pull back the damaged section of the fence and climb under it like I know Raquel did. Raquel clearly got signal in the trees to be able to text me. I need to go further into the forest, I’m not leaving my friend when she needs me, idiotic decision or not.

Using the torch on my phone, I light up the unclear path into the trees. My heart is beating fast as I try to follow the path to find Raquel. I consider calling out her name but I don’t want to attract the attention of any shifters that might be running out on the full moon.

The moon is barely penetrating the thick trees and the street light has stopped helping. My phone signal returns and my phone buzzes with so many texts. The banners come in thick and fast, each replacing the other. I tap on our conversation thread and skim-read them.

Damn, it won’t let me call you

I don’t have enough signal

fuck

my dad’s here

he finally answered his phone

You don’t need to come!

Thank you anyway Hol

“Are you fucking kidding me, Raquel?” I mutter to myself.

Cursing once more, I turn on my heel and start to head back. More texts come through.

he’s picked me up, we’re in the car

He’s taking me to hospital

he says it’s definitely broken

fuck sake. Why am I like this?

“Why indeed?” I mumble.

My best friend is dead. I don’t care if she’s in pain, I’m going to tear her a new one tomorrow for dicking me about like this.

I keep the torch on the path. The crunch of leaves under my feet is the only side. There are no other noises in the forest. No rustling of scattering animals, no tweeting of birds, not even cars on the road in the distance. Just me and my footsteps.

It dawns on me that I am very alone in this forest. Somehow, I have ended up in the exact position I didn’t want to be in. A stupid human out in the woods on the night of a full moon.

How have I ended up in Raquel’s place?

There is a prickling on the back of my neck. My hairs stand on end as I feel the pressure of someone’s eyes on me. I don’t dare turn around. I swallow hard and pick up the pace, trying not to let panic take hold.

My footsteps get louder as they quicken. Up ahead, I see the street lamp through the trees and relief hits me hard. Conscious that my phone torch is like a beacon, I turn it off and put my phone in my hoodie pocket.

Behind me, a twig snaps and the cliché noise has me clapping a hand over my mouth to stop the scream escaping. I dare not look back so I break into a run instead.

The heavy thud of someone else sounds behind me and fear spikes through my body. My breath comes thick and fast as I break into a sprint, the street lamp a guiding light to safety.

A low growl sounds out and the footfalls get faster behind me. They sound too heavy to be footsteps. They’re paws. It’s a wolf. I stifle another scream.

A wolf is chasing me.

Raquel broke the first rule of knowing about shifters; she told me. You are sworn to secrecy if you find out about their existence.

There’s another rule though, and I just broke it.

Never run from a wolf, you’ll become their prey.