Rough Wolf: A BBW Shifter Paranormal Romance Page 3

  “Oh, no!” he said. “No, no! Please don’t think that!” Geo slid closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders. Then he added, “I just… I felt myself losing control. I know you don’t understand the power the wolf inside me can have… but once he starts to take hold… there’s nothing I can do. I had to leave because I was afraid I would hurt you.”

  “Hurt me? What do you mean?”

  “Listen, you saw the wolf,” he said. “Last night by the lake, he attacked you. He almost hurt you. It took every ounce of strength I had to contain him, and I almost didn’t. And when I felt him trying to get out… I had to go. I wasn’t sure I could contain him again.”

  “But what happened? Why was the wolf so eager to get out? All we were doing was talking!”

  “Yes, we were talking. You were talking… about how you might have feelings for me. And then that kiss… My heart started to race, and I began to feel things… I guess he got excited.”

  The hurt and anger inside me began to soften. So he’d left to protect me. I still didn’t completely understand, but at least it made sense.

  “There’s something you have to know about the wolf,” he told me. “I can control him. I mean, I will be able to. I just can’t do it yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “He’s… he’s been alone… we’ve been alone… for a long time. Right now the wolf sees you as… just a conquest. He doesn’t see you the way I do. But once we’re officially mated… once I’ve claimed you… he will see you as our mate just as I do. You’ll be in no danger.”

  “So claim me,” I said simply.

  “You don’t get it,” he said. “I can’t just claim you. Once I’ve claimed you, we are mated for life.”

  “So claim me,” I repeated.

  “You have to be sure this is what you want,” he said. “Once it is done, it cannot be undone for any reason. It is truly for life.”

  “Look, I’ll be frank,” I said. “All my life I’ve wondered what my purpose is. Why was I put on this earth? I’d begun to think it was to be lonely and tortured. I’d begun to think my whole life was nothing more than some cruel joke. Then you came along.”

  “And?” he urged me to continue.

  “You are a dream come true,” I told him, turning my body to face his. “I never thought I would find someone who would see past this plain exterior and find me beautiful. I always had a little hope, but… it was fading fast. Then you came along and gave me my hope back.”

  “And you think you are ready to spend your life with someone you’ve only just met?” he asked. “As a human, can you really do that after a day?”

  “I can,” I nodded confidently. “All my life I’ve been shy and reserved. I’ve never rushed into anything. I’ve weighed my options carefully. And where has it gotten me? Here, alone, in the wilderness. I’m ready to take chances. I’m ready to be your mate.”

  His lip twitched, and he sat motionless, studying me. Then his whole face lit up, and he grabbed my face in his big, strong hands and pulled me toward him. His lips claimed mine, and he thrust his tongue passionately into my mouth, intertwining with mine and capturing me heart, mind, body, and soul.

  His hands fell from my face to my shoulders, slipping my sweater down over them and revealing the sensitive skin. His mouth dipped there, kissing along my neck and the tops of my shoulders. His breath was like hot flame, blazing with more fury than the fire in the hearth.

  I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged. He lifted his arms and I pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it in the floor. My eyes devoured his firm torso, his broad chest, his rippling abs.

  His blue eyes seemed to devour me just as hungrily. He leaned back so he could take in more of me, and he reached to pull off my sweater. I grabbed his hands to stop him, but he shook his head admonishingly.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he said firmly. “You are my mate, and you will never hide this beautiful body from me.”

  Reluctantly, I released his hands, and he pulled the sweater over my head and dropped it into the floor along with his shirt.

  His eyes swam across my flesh, taking in every inch. I could see on his face that he found me irresistible – every bit as irresistible as I found him. He reached for the button of my jeans and popped it, and then he pushed me backward gently. I lifted my ass and let him slide my jeans off.

  I was glad I’d worn my expensive bra and panty set. I actually felt sexy for the first time in my life, and my matching lingerie only enhanced the effect.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said in a near whisper.

  He leaned over me, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra. He slid the straps slowly, teasingly down my shoulders, finally pulling it away from my body. My breasts spilled forth, and he eyed them with unrestrained hunger.

  He pushed them together with his hands and took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck it. I gasped with pleasure as his sucking sent ripples of pleasure through me. I could feel his hardness against my thigh, throbbing through the thick fabric of his jeans.

  I grew braver, and my hands began to explore his body. They slid over the thick muscles of his arms, the broadness of his shoulders, and the bumpy ridges of his back. They slid up over his neck and tangled in his hair, and I pulled him against me as he sucked my nipples.

  He began to kiss downward, planting tender kisses down the swell of my stomach and across the fabric of my panties. I felt his hot breath between my legs, and I involuntarily bucked my hips toward him. He nibbled the mound inside my panties, and I groaned and writhed against him.

  He grasped the waistband of my panties and slid them smoothly down my legs, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable. He bit his lip and pushed my knees apart with his hands, setting sight on my modesty for the first time.

  He spread me apart and began to devour me. I suddenly became lost in a world I never knew existed, where my pleasure meant more to him than anything, and he was as eager to please as I was to experience it.

  His tongue worked magic, lapping at my throbbing clit. His fingers pressed inside me, curving upward and massaging that sensitive area along the wall of my tunnel until I was moaning, my hips grinding.

  “Your taste is like pure nectar,” he groaned, grinding his erection against the couch cushion.

  He electrified my whole body. Every inch of me was awakened to a level of passion I’d never before experienced or even imagined could exist. My nipples were erect and tingling. My heart was pounding with such a rhythmic ferocity that it pummeled my ribcage until it nearly felt bruised. My skin erupted with goose bumps, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he continued to consume me.

  I could feel pressure mounting inside me. It built slowly at first, causing me to pulse with warmth. As it intensified, it tightened me up inside and I began to claw the cushion underneath me.

  “Oh, yes,” I whispered. “Yes, like that. Just like that!”

  He was moaning as he licked me, and I could tell he was enjoying every moment as much as I was. It was such a turn-on to hear how eager he was to please and how much he loved the taste of me.

  The flesh that lay over my inner thighs began to quiver. The tension that had built inside me erupted like a volcano, sending my head back into the couch as I pushed my hips upward, crying out as pleasure washed over me like hot molten lava spilling over the edge of the mountain.

  Wave after wave engulfed me, sending me into an orgasmic stupor that captured me wholly. It was as if my orgasm would never stop, never cease giving me this intense pleasure.

  But it finally began to wane, and I collapsed backward, panting and struggling to regain my breath.

  He pulled himself into a kneeling position between my legs and pushed firmly against his aching cock. It was straining against his jeans, and I was desperate to set my eyes upon it for the first time.

  As soon as I could move, I popped open his belt and the button of his jeans and wrestled with his zipper. Finally, I managed to pull his jeans, along with his blue boxers, down to his knees. His hardness sprang forth, causing me to gasp at its thickness and length.

  It was the absolute definition of perfection. It was thick, without being ridiculous, and long without being terrifying. The head was pink and glistening with pre-cum, and the shaft was laced with an intricate network of bulging veins that I couldn’t help but wonder if they would somehow add to my pleasure once he was inside me.

  I wrapped my fingers around him, and he groaned as his rod twitched eagerly in my hand. I raised myself up and took him between my lips, and a fierce growl escaped his lips, sending shivers down my spine.

  His pre-cum tasted salty and sweet, and I lapped it up eagerly. My tongue swirled around the smooth head, and he began to throb wildly inside my mouth. I could tell he was already nearing release as I cupped his balls in my hand and stroked them gently.

  “Wait!” he gasped, pushing me away.

  He stood up and wriggled out of his jeans, standing in his full, naked glory before me. He was walking perfection. His tan skin was pulled taut over his corded muscles, and his hardness stood at attention, begging to penetrate me.

  He crawled back between my legs and palmed his cock, stroking it as he inched closer to me. His eyes latched onto mine and he pushed the head between my lips, rubbing it over my swollen, pulsing clitoris.

  “Tell me you belong to me,” he demanded.

  “I belong to you completely,” I answered immediately.

  “Tell me you are my mate, now, and forever,” he said breathlessly.

  “I am your mate now, and forever!” I cried out.

  He thrust forward, impaling me deeply on his rigid shaft. I screamed in pleasure as he entered me fully, slamming against my cervix and sending a shockwave coursing through
my body.

  He leaned forward, grasping a fistful of my hair. He bared his teeth, and I could finally see the wolf inside him, clawing and raging to get out. He snarled at me as he began a slow, rhythmic stroke.

  “No one else will ever touch this magnificent body,” he growled into my ear. “You are mine fully and completely.”

  “Only yours,” I whispered. “I am only yours.”

  He yanked my hair roughly, and a jolt of shocking pleasure raced through me. He was growling right in my ear as his pace quickened. It was raw and primal, animalistic. I loved his roughness, and I wanted more of it.

  “Claim me!” I begged him. “Make me all yours!”

  His hand wrapped around my throat, and he squeezed it just enough to exert his power over me without hurting me. It was unbelievably erotic. This man, this beast, this gorgeous creature, had taken possession of me and was claiming me in every possible way.

  He grunted with each thrust, and I could sense his release was imminent. I could feel my own orgasm mounting, and I began to clench around him, pulsing. He began to throb, and I could feel a surge inside me as he came, shuddering and groaning as I cried out along with him. He dipped his head to my shoulder, and I felt a burning pain as his teeth sank into my flesh, and I drew a sharp breath in through my teeth.

  The weight of his body collapsed on top of me. He was clearly spent, and he and I both struggled to regulate our breathing. Neither of us could even speak.

  Finally, his fingertips faintly touched the bite mark he’d left on my skin and said, “With this bite, I claimed you as my mate. Tomorrow I must take you to meet your new pack.”

  My new pack. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with dread, as I feared their reaction. Would they accept me? Would they like me? If they didn’t, would he throw me away?

  I wrapped my arms and legs around his body and tried not to think about it. He said our mating was for life. They would have to like me. They just had to.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  I invited Geo to stay the night with me, but he refused. He said he needed to get back to his pack and prepare them for my coming. My heart sank knowing that we wouldn’t be spending our first night as mates together, but he promised me he would come for me the next morning.

  As I feared, I was in for another sleepless night. I couldn’t shake the nagging worry that his pack wouldn’t accept me. I kept wondering where I would live, and what life would be like. These were things most new brides had plenty of time to acclimate themselves to. They knew their new husbands well, and they discussed these things long before the wedding.

  This was new territory. I’d met Geo yesterday and agreed to become his mate today. We hadn’t even had time to discuss living arrangements.

  I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and sometime during the night I heard a faint rustle coming from the living room. My heart seized, hopeful it was Geo and afraid it might be someone else.

  The doorknob to my bedroom slowly turned, and the door creaked open. Geo’s face peeked around the corner, and I released a breath I’d been unaware I was even holding.

  “Geo…” I whispered.

  “I was afraid I would wake you,” he said.

  “I couldn’t sleep.”

  He padded softly across the floor and lifted the covers, slipping into my bed beside me. His strong arms wrapped around me and he held me close, inhaling my scent deeply.

  “I couldn’t stay away,” he told me. “You are my mate, and you will never sleep alone again as long as I live.”

  I shifted my body so that my curves melded perfectly against his body, and his embrace tightened further. I fell asleep quickly, lulled into dreamland by his warm breath on the back of my neck and the strength of his protective arms around me.

  The next morning, the sunlight spilled across my face, pulling me from my sleep. I realized that Geo still had his arms around me, and I could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

  “Good morning, Sunshine,” he said sleepily.

  “I was wondering something,” I told him suddenly.

  “What is that, darling?” he asked.

  “What is my last name, now?”

  He chuckled and said, “We don’t generally use last names as humans do, but our pack is called Greystone. Thus, you may refer to yourself as Dora of Greystone.”

  “Dora of Greystone,” I repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

  “So do I,” he said.

  I was suddenly aware of something hard pressing against my backside, and I smiled and shifted my body to rub against him. He moaned deeply, and I felt his hand clutch one of my breasts and begin massaging it.

  I was wishing I’d slept nude instead of in the pajamas I had worn to bed the night before. I longed to feel his skin against mine.

  As if he could read my mind, Geo began to tug at my clothing. I moved my body, making it easier for him to pull away my top and then my bottoms. He’d been shirtless, and I could feel his muscular chest against my back.

  His fingers lightly stroked my arm, and he whispered, “Your skin is so soft.”

  I could feel him reach inside his sweatpants, pulling his erection from within the fabric and releasing it against the crack of my bottom. He began to thrust it against me, and I moaned, longing to feel him penetrating me.

  His hands freely roamed my body, and I did not tense at his touch. I was already coming out of my shell, my confidence soaring with every moment we were together.

  “This all belongs to me,” he said, kissing the nape of my neck as his hands groped me under the sheets.

  “All of me,” I promised him. “Now and forever.”

  “God, you’re so perfect,” he groaned into my hair, thrusting himself against me once more. “Every inch of you is sheer and utter perfection.”

  I was almost starting to believe him. Seeing myself through his eyes was like seeing myself as I truly was for the very first time. It felt amazing.

  “I can’t believe I got this lucky,” I told him as he continued to touch my body, his hands massaging me and stroking me.

  “I am the lucky one,” he said, nibbling the flesh over my shoulder blade. “You have fulfilled me in every possible way.”

  I turned my body so I could face him. He cupped my face in his hands and pulled me into a kiss. He slid his hands around to my hair, gripping it firmly as his tongue probed inside my mouth.

  I was growing slick in anticipation, and I lifted my leg and draped it over his hip, pulling him against me. His erection was raging, and I could feel it snaking between my thighs and pushing against my slit.

  “Will every morning be like this?” I asked him hopefully.

  “No,” he answered. Just before my heart sank completely, he added, “Some mornings I will wake you up by penetrating you.”

  I sighed with desire, and he pulled me back into the kiss. He held the back of my neck with one hand while the other began to explore me. He squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipple. He ran his hand down the curve of my waist and hip. Then he slid it around to squeeze my bottom.