Hungry for Her Curves (BBW Alpha Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romantic Erotica) Read online

  HUNGRY FOR HER CURVES

  SIERRA WOLF

  A NAUGHTY BY NATURE SHIFTER STORY

  HUNGRY FOR HER CURVES

  Sierra Wolf

  All Rights Reserved © 2014 Sierra Wolf. First Printing: 2014

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means with the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  Cover Images Photo Credit: arturkurjan / sbelov

  Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age and older, and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Sneak Peeks

  Chapter 1

  I frosted the cupcakes with automatic precision, my mind glazed over completely as I churned out row after row of perfect buttercream swirls. What had once been a pleasurable hobby had betrayed me as my family convinced me to come home and help save their ailing bakery. Now I would be happy to never see a perfectly frosted pastry again in my life.

  Foggy Hollow had a way of swallowing people up, and now it had swallowed me. I thought I had escaped for good, with my comfortable, well-paying office job and a small but sexy penthouse apartment awaiting my signature on the lease, but a single phone call had changed all that.

  I found myself on a bus to the backwoods a month later, my earthly possessions packed in several buttery leather suitcases, my expensive jewelry kept tasteful, and my pencil skirt pristine and hugging every curve perfectly. My entire family had been waiting for me at the bus stop. They stared at me as though I was some alien life form as I stepped off the bus.

  “You sure had it good out there, Vi,” my sister Lily said, casting an envious eye over my gleaming stiletto heels.

  It only took a week for the pencil skirts and heels to disappear into the recesses of my childhood bedroom, replaced with practical jeans and t-shirts. The only concession I made to my old, hard-earned life was that my t-shirts were made of the silkiest cotton I could find. Some habits die hard.

  Despite my sour attitude, my money and hard work was bringing the bakery back from the brink of death. It turned out that a lot of the people here remembered me, not to mention my baking skills, which had gone neglected during my time in college. Over half the town showed up at the bakery on my first day working there, just to see what chubby, wild-haired little Violet had grown up to become.

  I finished frosting the cupcakes, coming back to the present just in time to see Matthew Yates walk in, looking uncharacteristically subdued. He had been my chief tormentor as a girl, calling me a cow, a pig, a whale...well, he had always been lacking in the imagination department.

  What had been a gangly, freckled boy had grown up to become a gangly, tanned man, his clothes worn and faded with hard work. He shuffled up the counter, still looking shamefaced even though he had apologized for the years of torment just last week.

  “Hey, Violet,” he muttered. His cowlick bobbed distractingly. I nodded coolly. Apologies didn't erase years of looking in the mirror and being disgusted with yourself. Getting over that had taken hard work as well.

  “I brought some flowers, just thought you might want them to brighten the place up a bit,” Matthew said, his eyes meeting mine for a bare second before sliding downwards.

  I smiled at him. I had once been chubby and frizzy-haired, but as I grew the pudge became a DD-cup hourglass, and I had learned the art of taming my curls. It gave me a vindictive pleasure to see the boys who had made me cry as a girl come crawling back on their knees to the woman.

  “Thank you, Matthew,” I said, taking the bouquet from him. To his credit, the lilies were fresh, smelling of clean spring air. “I'll be sure to let Lily know you brought them.” I smiled sweetly at him and picked up a cupcake, slowly and sensually running my tongue through the buttercream frosting. I wanted to laugh out loud at myself at this display, but it was worth feeling ridiculous to see Matthew swallow hard and back away, blushing furiously.

  I plunked them in a glass jar and displayed them prominently on the counter. I had discovered after only a month back in Foggy Hollow that he would not be the last suitor for the day. Lily and I had a running bet on how many of our childhood friends and enemies would be back on the daily to flirt with me, and I turned to the kitchen to call out the current tally to her, but she wasn't there.

  In my cupcake-decorating daze earlier, I hadn't seen the man sitting in the far corner, nursing a massive mug of coffee with a half-eaten croissant on his plate. Lily hurried over to him with a carafe, refilling his coffee, and I heard her high-pitched giggle as she left him to his breakfast.

  I peeked up surreptitiously to study the stranger. His eyes were focused in on me like lasers, the gold of the iris surrounded by a deep amber ring, wide and intense. I started when I realized he had been staring at me first, but after several moments he had still not broken eye contact.

  His face was sculpted beneath a mop of black curls, his lips pillowy and curved in a smirk. His gaze didn't waver even as he raised the mug to his lips. I leaned against the counter, my own stare growing bolder as this stranger and I sized each other up.

  He was built like a tank, his muscular forearms gleaming with fine hair, his chest as broad as an ox with the muscles clearly outlined beneath his shirt. I found my gaze was shamelessly dipping downwards from there and pulled my eyes back up, ignoring the faint flush in my cheeks. His smirk grew broader as his eyes ran lazily over my body, lingering on my abundant cleavage and wide hips. Warmth flooded through me as his eyes flicked back up to mine, conveying a clear message: he definitely liked what he saw.

  He couldn't be a native of Foggy Hollow; I had never seen him before in my life. I felt Lily at my shoulder as he toasted me with his coffee mug, flashing a white grin before returning to his paper.

  It took all of my willpower to tear my eyes away from him and look at my sister. She raised her eyebrows at me excitedly.

  “His name is Cade Bishop,” she muttered under her breath. “New foreman down at the quarry. He hasn't been in here in awhile, I was wondering if he'd left already.”

  “Does he have a girlfriend?” I allowed my voice to carry clearly across the room.

  “No,” he called back, and I shivered pleasantly at the playful flash of those golden eyes. There was a promise in them, a feral sort of gleam that was completely unfamiliar and totally enthralling.

  I knew this wasn't the last I'd see of him.

  Chapter 2

  The next few days I found myself overly excited to get to the bakery in the morning, my head jerking around every time I heard the bell ring. By noon Lily was rolling her eyes, telling me it looked like I'd developed a tic.

  “You're like one of Pavlov's dogs,” she sighed, carrying a tray of rolls to the oven. “Without the drooling. Although I doubt that's far behind.” I punched her lightly in the arm, but she was right. My desperation to see Cade again was getting ludicrous.

  I finally got my wish as evening fell three days later, while I was carefully wiping down the glass cases. The bell tinkled and I turned my head, already dismissing the latecomer as another customer, but Cade took up the entire doorway, his shoulders broad enough to brush each side, with his eyes focused directly on me.

  I realized I was completely bent over in front of the case, my ass in full view for him. He grinned at me, flash
ing those perfect teeth as he approached.

  “It's a bit soon, don't you think?” he asked. “I like to take a girl on a date first.”

  I straightened up, my ears bright red with embarrassment. “What makes you think there'll be a date?”

  Of course there would be, if he asked. But any clever comebacks I could've said had completely fallen out of my head, and I wanted to save a little face.

  “Well...” he whispered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. He smelled purely masculine, a heady mix of leather, sweat, and spicy cologne. It made me flush all over, my stomach filling with warmth. “I have a car waiting outside for a special lady, and she happens to be standing...right...here.”

  With every word he took a step closer, until he was close enough for me to feel his body heat washing over my skin. The rock-hard solidity of him took my breath away, like standing in front of a mountain that hummed with barely-suppressed tension. The warmth in my stomach slipped downwards, becoming a tingling between my legs.

  I knew if I got in that car, I would feel him inside me tonight. I gazed up at him, head and shoulders above me, his amber eyes burning with internal fire as he drank me in.

  “Give me five minutes,” I croaked, rushing for the storeroom as I peeled off my apron.

  It was the most frantic wash-up of my life, running my fingers through my mane of wild curls, reapplying mascara with unwise speed, and stripping the flour-coated shirt for a clean spare camisole I kept in my bag.

  I did a once-over in the mirror, making sure my favorite jeans were hugging me just right, and wished I had kept my spare Louboutins in there as well. But something told me Cade Bishop would've been just as happy if I'd gotten into his car covered in flour and butter. His eyes ran over me appreciatively as I walked out, the fire in them barely concealed.

  “Your chariot awaits,” he said, his voice thick with tension. He held the door for me, and I turned before I walked out to see Lily poke her head from the kitchen, giving me a thumbs-up.

  Cade's car was a slick black coup, with leather seats that caressed my skin. We roared out of the parking lot and down the empty, straight back road of Foggy Hollow, lined with trees and not much else.

  “I've never seen you here before,” I said conversationally, hoping my voice was even. My heart was pounding like a drum in my throat. “Was it just the job that brought you to Foggy Hollow?”

  His eyes flicked over to me, burning my skin like embers. The hand that gripped the wheel was white-knuckled, the other grasping his knee.

  “Not just the job,” he said. “There was something that felt right about this place.” His fingers tightened, making me worry. Had I said something to upset him?

  I looked out the windshield at the full moon hanging in the sky, gleaming like a silver coin. The Milky Way stretched behind it like a band of diamonds. The one really good thing about living in the middle of nowhere was that the nights were beautiful. You could never really see how alive the sky was in the city, with the artificial lights burning away the stars.

  He saw me looking at the moon, biting my lip nervously. “Into astronomy?”

  “Not really,” I replied. “I was just thinking that things are much more beautiful out here than in the city.” I said it without thinking, but suddenly his hand was on my leg, his skin so hot it felt like it was burning.

  “They absolutely are,” he said, his voice husky. My heart was thudding so hard I wondered if he'd be able to hear it. The warmth spiraling through me made me feel dizzy, settling in my stomach and sliding downwards inexorably.

  I shifted nervously, my throat dry as cotton. I had never felt this undone before, no longer in control at all. His fingers caressed my thigh gently through my jeans, making me gasp a little at the light touch.

  His hand slid upwards, running over me with no way to stop him. I didn't want to stop him. His fingers paused at the seam between my legs, then slid up to the waistband, popping the button easily.

  I gasped as his hand slipped inside my jeans, lifting myself up a few inches to make room for him as his fingers ran over my slick, wet lips. Something hummed in the seat beneath me, and it leaned back, reclining me almost flat.

  I hooked my thumbs in my belt loops and slid my jeans down, parting my legs as he ran a single finger over my slit, making me jump and gasp. My clit was already swelling, tingling with anticipation as he finally parted my lips and brushed his thumb lightly over me.

  I moaned out loud, my pussy clenching as he rubbed light circles around my clit, making me arch my hips towards his fingers. Wetness gushed from me, soaking my lace panties with every smooth stroke of his fingers over the sensitive pearl.

  The car was filling with the scent of my musk, and I heard a soft groan from Cade as his fingers slipped downwards, finding my tight wet hole. I thrust towards him, but he held off, teasing me as he flicked my clit gently, my legs shaking as tension coiled in my core.

  My pussy was slick and wet, ready to take him. He was losing focus, the circles he rubbed over me starting off gentle, and becoming rougher as desire took over him. Finally he let me have what I wanted, two of his fingers sliding into my hole.

  I cried out as he penetrated me, sliding in and out with deliberate force as his own breathing grew rougher. I had my legs spread as far as I could, my hips gyrating towards his hand rhythmically as he plunged into me, his fingers soaked with my juices.

  The palm of his hand ground against my sensitive clit with every stroke, building up a pounding force that reverberated through my body as I rode the wave of heat rushing over me, my hips burning with tension. I bit back a scream of pleasure as his fingers plunged into me deep, my pussy clenching around him as my orgasm exploded. Bliss flooded through every inch of my body, my center aching with release and the need for more.

  I gasped as I went limp on the leather seat, moaning as he slid his fingers over my clit. My entire body felt heavy with lust, the desire to feel his cock in me overwhelming.

  “Next time, I want to hear you scream,” he growled.

  Chapter 3

  The car pulled to a halt in front of his house, a fancy affair for these parts of the woods. I stared at the ranch, the entire scene washed pale by moonlight.

  Cade was tense, launching himself from the car as he came around to open my door. I slid out, my legs still feeling like jelly.

  His hands were vibrating as he gripped my arms, staring down at me with an intensity that burned right through me. His hands were digging into my arms, his nails prickling at my skin.

  A deep rumble echoed through my chest and I realized he was growling low in his throat, his eyes gleaming like yellow flames in the darkness. I hadn't noticed how sharp his white teeth were before.

  The moon illuminated the scene like a dream, washing everything out into shades of gray except for his flaming eyes.

  His entire body rippled, his ears lengthening, his ox-like body become long and lanky, dark fur growing from his skin at rapid speed. The seams of his clothes unraveled rapidly, the fabric falling away in torn strips. He looked down his wolf muzzle at me as he loomed over me, blocking out the moon.

  “Werewolf,” I whispered. I didn't believe in superstition, not even when it looked me right in the eye.

  But the werewolf was right in front of me, his hot breath washing over my neck and raising goosebumps over my skin. His fur was silky and sleek against me, the most comfortable sensation I'd ever felt.

  Cade growled in response, his massive claws encircling my body. I was frozen in a daze, almost unable to process what was happening. Several rogue nerves in my brain fired suddenly and I found myself running, slamming into the door of his ranch at high speed.

  The shock of hitting the locked door woke me up from my trance, and I heard Cade's deep rumbles from just behind me, his body heat warming me even as I cowered against the frame.

  “I want you, Violet,” he rumbled, and even with the fear filling me I felt a flush of warmth at his words. If he had wanted to kill me, he
would've done so by now. He towered over me, a wall of solid muscle armed with teeth and claws, but I could sense no malice from him, only a burning desire that seemed to heat me to my very core.

  I forced myself to look at him, my trembling hands beginning to steady. His eyes were luminescent, glowering at me, his nostrils flaring at he breathed in my musky scent.

  He charged forward, the door splintering with a deafening crash as he tore it right off the hinges. I felt a massive hand reach down to scoop me up, holding me against his body as he triumphantly crossed the threshold like a gigantic furry bridegroom.

  He still smelled of spicy cologne but there was another scent to him now, something completely indefinable that made my breath hitch and my heart beat faster. It was his own musk, his desire to fuck me rolling off him in nearly-tangible waves.

  I barely saw the house as he carried me through it, and felt myself thrown through the air to land on a cloud-like bed that enveloped me welcomingly.

  Almost immediately the werewolf had my hands pinned down, and I realized that he had changed, his fur receding, giving way to his hot, silky skin again. Cade's lips brushed against my neck as he ran his tongue in a slow, sensuous line over my throat, making me shiver as his teeth nibbled my earlobe.

  “Every Alpha needs a mate,” he said, his voice husky against my neck. “And you will be mine, Violet.” I felt his hands working around my wrists and realized he had bound me, using fine leather straps to hold me in place.

  His fingers ran slowly over my collarbone, slipping downwards to the swell of my breasts...fire ran over me, the inability to escape his bestial passion making my limbs shiver in real pleasure. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would be helpless to prevent it.