Alexandra Vance. the Beast’s Attraction.
Copyright© 2026 by Virael de la Fer
Chapter 14: The Beach, a Goodbye, and a New Encounter
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: The Beach, a Goodbye, and a New Encounter - She just wanted a drive to clear her head. Instead, she hit a wolf on a lonely forest road — and made the mistake of getting out of the car. He wasn't an ordinary wolf. And nothing in her life was ever ordinary again. A sensual paranormal romance about desire, danger, and falling for something wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sharing Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism AI Generated
The drive from Exeter to the coast took about half an hour. I picked a wild, half-abandoned stretch of beach, tucked away behind the dunes, well off the tourist paths. The moment the car stopped at the edge of the grass, Alex nearly took the back door off its hinges, he was so desperate to get out. The second I unlocked it, a huge grey blur shot out onto the sand.
The wolf drew a long breath, drinking in the salty Devon sea air, and stretched with obvious pleasure, working the stiffness out of his legs. I got the beef fillet out of the boot and threw it onto the grass beneath the dune. Alex snatched it out of the air. Watching this magnificent, powerful predator demolish his lunch was as mesmerising as it was faintly unnerving.
While he was busy eating, I kicked off my shoes by the car and walked down to the water. The warm sand felt good under my feet, and a light breeze tugged at the hem of my skirt, reminding me rather pointedly of exactly what wasn’t underneath it. I waded in up to my ankles, closing my eyes with pleasure. The sea was calm today, fine scales of light dancing across the waves in the bright sun.
Suddenly, fast, heavy footsteps thundered up behind me. Before I could even turn round, a huge grey mass slammed into me at a run, drenching me in a wave of cold spray. Alex, fed and thoroughly pleased with himself, had decided it was playtime. He circled round me, churning up the water with his powerful legs, his eyes bright with pure, boyish mischief.
“You absolute menace! My clothes are soaked through!” I shouted, laughing, trying to wave off the flying spray.
But the wolf had other plans. He came round in front of me, pressed his wet nose against the small of my back, and carefully caught the drawstring of my skirt in his teeth. One short tug of his head, and my only line of defence slid straight down into the water.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” I protested — then gasped, because next on the programme was my top. Alex hooked the fabric at the hem with his teeth and pulled firmly upward. There was nothing for it but to give in and pull it over my head myself.
I was left standing in the middle of the bay completely naked. But Alex gave me no time to feel self-conscious about it. He shoved me firmly in the side with his head, dragging me out towards deeper water, and dunked me clean under.
We started messing about. I clung to his thick, coarse, wet fur while he carried me on his broad back, snorting loudly and making me choke with laughter. The water washed away every scrap of the past day’s stress, every fear, every unsaid thing. It was pure, unfiltered happiness, wild and primal.
At one point, surfacing after another lap, I turned towards the horizon and froze. About fifty metres out, bobbing on the waves, sat a small inflatable dinghy. Two local fishermen in camo jackets sat in it. Their rods lay forgotten — both Englishmen, mouths hanging open and eyes wide, were staring transfixed in our direction, where a naked girl was frolicking in the water with a giant wolf.
It took a second for the full comedy — and disgrace — of the situation to sink in. The water was clear, the sun was bright, and my nakedness was laid out for them in full detail.
I burst out laughing, covering my face with my hands.
“Oh my God, Alex, look!” I choked out between giggles, pointing towards the boat. “They can see everything! Poor blokes, they’ll give up drinking after this! They’ll think they’re hallucinating — a mermaid with a werewolf!”
The wolf turned his head towards the fishermen, gave them a lazy, regal once-over, and let out such a loud, mocking snort that he might as well have got the joke himself. The fishermen both flinched at the sound, shoulders hunching in unison, and one of them yanked frantically at the starter cord, clearly intent on getting well away from whatever this was. I was laughing so hard I nearly went under, clinging on to Alex, who carefully towed me back into the shallows.
Once on the beach, the first thing I did was fish my thoroughly soaked skirt and top out of the water. The clothes weighed a tonne, water streaming off them in rivulets. There was no getting into the car looking like that.
“So what exactly am I meant to do now, you shaggy little fashion designer?” I demanded of the wolf, who was shaking himself dry on the sand with an utterly innocent expression, sending up clouds of spray in every direction.
With a sigh, I went back to the car. Thankfully my jacket had stayed dry inside. I wrung out the skirt and top as best I could and laid them out carefully on the bonnet, which was scorching in the midday sun. The hatchback’s metal was so hot the fabric practically hissed the moment it touched down, sending up the faintest wisp of steam. While the clothes dried, I had to sit in the front seat wrapped in the dry leather jacket with nothing underneath, glaring intermittently at Alex, who’d settled in the grass in the shade of the dune, thoroughly enjoying the sea breeze on his face.
... Evening crept up unnoticed. The golden sun began sinking slowly into the water, painting the Devon sky in shades of crimson and blueberry. The air turned noticeably cooler. The clothes on the bonnet had finally dried completely. I pulled on the skirt and top, stiff now with dried sea salt, feeling a pleasant ache of tiredness through my whole body. Alex took his place on the back seat. It was time to head back.
The mood in the car turned heavy, faintly sad. We drove in silence. The road wound between the hills, drawing closer to the vast, dark mass of forest around Exeter, which looked sinister and full of secrets in the dusk.
I didn’t know exactly where to go, but when we drew level with a quiet, fern-choked forest track, Alex made himself heard. A short, insistent growl came from his chest, and a paw scratched gently but firmly at the back of my seat. He was pointing out the spot.
I eased onto the verge and switched off the headlights. The car sank into half-darkness. I killed the engine, and the deafening silence of the night forest closed in around us.
I undid my seatbelt and turned round. The wolf had already gathered himself, ready to go, but he didn’t move. He was watching me with those amber eyes, and there was none of the morning’s cheek or the afternoon’s mischief in them now. Only a deep, mature tenderness, and something like grief, held carefully in check. He had to go back to his dangerous, unforgiving reality, where enemies and the pack’s harsh laws were waiting for him. And he was leaving me here, in my peaceful human world.
I reached out and buried my hand in the thick fur at the back of his neck, finding the canvas collar. My fingers were shaking slightly.
“Well, that’s that then, grey boy,” I said quietly, feeling a lump rise in my throat. “Good day out. Go on home now. Look after yourself out there, all right? Don’t go putting yourself in the way of your watch-wolves’ teeth.”
The wolf leaned forward. His huge, heavy head came to rest on my shoulder. He stayed there, breathing in the scent of my hair as though trying to fix it in his memory forever, to lock it away before heading back into the wild. His warmth, and that silent embrace, took my breath away. I wrapped my arms tightly round his neck, burying my face in the coarse fur.
Then he pulled back gently. His hot tongue swept once, softly, across my cheek, catching a stray tear. Something in his eyes carried a clear promise: I’ll come back.
I reached behind me and opened the back door. The wolf slipped out onto the soft grass of the verge, silent as a shadow. He paused for a second by the open window, looking back at me one last time out of the dark. His shape blurred into the twilight, becoming part of that wild, primal world.
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