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

  I didn't want to prevent anything he would do to me.

  I moaned as his fingers slid the edge of camisole down, exposing my hardening nipples. Cade rumbled his pleasure as he stroked his fingers over them lightly, making me squirm beneath him, gasping with need for him.

  His lips trailed over my chest, until his wet, warm tongue slid over an aching nipple, and I arched my back, forcing myself into his mouth fully. He sucked me as his growls vibrated through my body, my pussy growing wet again as I imagined what a passionate, bestial werewolf could do to me.

  An intense tingling ran over me, settling in my breasts as he suckled my nipples, making them swollen with lust. I was desperate to feel him inside me, parting my legs for him as he cupped one of my oversized breasts in his rough hand.

  It was torture as he pleasured my sensitive nipples, my clit aching for the same attention. I knew he could smell my desire, and was holding off deliberately, making me wait for him.

  “Cade, please,” I groaned, gasping as his teeth ran delicately over my nipple. “I need you.”

  He sucked harder, his hand drifting down over my stomach, finding the edge of my camisole and ripping it away cleanly. I felt the slightest burn against my skin as the fabric gave out, leaving my top half naked and exposed.

  He found the wide curve of my hip, his fingers hard and taut with suppressed need. His body was pressed against mine, and I felt the thick length of his erection pressed against me, throbbing urgently.

  I wriggled, pressing against his cock, and he groaned against me, his hand tearing open my jeans with no delicacy. He sat up to slide them off my legs, until I was splayed before him, my hands tied, my lacy panties the only barrier between us.

  Cade ran his fingers over my mound, his breathing growing heavier as he felt the soaked lace. He had completely exploded out of his clothes with his transformation, leaving his cock just as exposed. He was long and thick, the head of it purple with engorgement. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly as he slid aside my panties to slip a finger inside me.

  My wetness clenched around him, my eyes fixated on his throbbing cock as he stroked himself, his finger plunging in and out of me with the same rhythm. My hips were straining at his fingers, arching to take him fully inside me.

  Cade was groaning as he stroked, dipping the head of his cock down to rub against my clit. I moaned as the silky skin of it slid over me, teasing my swollen pearl, sending coils of heat through my body.

  I wanted to be fucked hard. No more teasing.

  As he slid his finger out and his cock-head over my clit again, I arched my hips, thrusting them forward to take him in my tight, ready hole. I gasped as he slid inside me, stretching me out wide around his thick shaft. I had never been so full before, my inner walls pressed apart by sheer mass.

  Cade growled spastically as he plunged forward, his cock sliding into me to the base. I was pinned down, my legs spread wide as he held me down with his hips, pumping into me ferociously.

  I cried out as the friction built, heat filling my pussy with every slide of his massive cock that stretched my hole wide. His amber eyes were fixed on me, his teeth bared in a feral snarl as he fucked me, his buttocks flexing as he pistoned forward.

  I fucked him from beneath, digging my heels into the bed as I raised myself to meet every thrust, my clit teased by the hard V of his stomach grinding against me.

  Juices gushed out over his cock as he fucked me, my breath coming in short gasps as my breasts bounced under his body. He grasped one with a rough hand, teasing my nipple roughly, making me shudder and moan as he ducked his head to suckle me.

  Every pound of his hips into me sent bolts of ecstasy through my body, my pussy grasping him with every thrust. My thighs burned with the effort of matching his thrusts but I had never felt this incredible before, my body completely surrendered to his needs.

  The slick sensation of his tongue over my nipple with the wetness of my pussy was bringing me back to the edge, the desire to cum on him overwhelming everything else. I ground myself against him, pleasuring my clit as I felt him fill me completely, his cock taking up my entire pussy.

  He felt me tighten around him and withdrew, his eyes gleaming at me in the moonlight. “Not until I let you,” he said huskily. His rough hands flipped my over, my hands crossed at the wrists with my bonds.

  I felt him reach under my hips, lifting my thick ass in the air for him. I groaned into the pillow with anticipation as his cock ran over my slit, teasing me with his girth. I felt the head slip inside me, just barely, and I tried to slide down on him but his hands held my ass cheeks firmly, holding me in place.

  “What did I tell you, Violet?” His voice was ragged with lust, but he sounded amused. “When I allow it.”

  The head teased me, just filling my wet hole as I moaned in frustration and need beneath him. He might be the Alpha, but I needed his cock now.

  I thrust onto him as he ran himself over my slit, taking his length in me completely. He gasped and mounted me, his cock plunging in as he pounded against my ass, making my body quiver with every movement.

  My cries of pleasure were muffled by the pillow but I fucked myself onto him enthusiastically, my eyes half-lidded as his cock plunged into me relentlessly, his shaft glistening with my wetness. His animal grunts of desire filled my ears with the slap of flesh against flesh, his fingers digging into my curvy ass cheeks and pulling me onto him.

  I raised my head as I realized the headboard of his bed was a mirror, the full moon giving me enough light to see our reflection. I watched breathlessly as his abs flexed and strained with every hard thrust, fine pearls of sweat beading the rock-hard slab of his chest.

  The heat in me grew as I watched him, his hands digging into me, slamming my pussy down on his shaft. The head of his cock pressed deeply inside me as my womb begged for his seed, my need to be filled by my Alpha driving me wild. I wanted to be his mate, bear his children, take his cock and cum every night for the rest of my life.

  Cade's breathing was growing heavier and ragged as he fucked me, my own pussy aching to release on him. But he was the Alpha, and I was under his command.

  He slid a hand around my hip, his pounding cock never faltering as his fingertips found my sensitive clit and rubbed sensuous circles around it. I allowed my knees to slide further apart, giving him full access to my hole as he brushed light strokes over me. My moans were uncontrollable, the sounds of pure pleasure being torn from me.

  My breasts swayed heavily with his thrusts, my nipples rubbing against the silky linens with aching, delicious torment. I arched my ass in the air, taking his cock hungrily, the edge of oblivion drawing near as my juices soaked my pussy lips, readying me for the fall.

  It was so close, my body straining against climax until he gave me permission. I gasped into the pillow, my need consuming me.

  He felt my pussy clamping down on his cock, my moans drawn out and ragged. He slowed his pounding, allowing his cock to slide in slowly, the friction building until my body was on fire, the heat running over me in waves.

  His fingers were relentless over my swollen clit, using my juices to slide his thumb over me. I was trembling, my thighs quivering as I held back the orgasm that threatened to take over.

  “Scream this time,” Cade instructed me, his cock burying into me deeply. “You can cum for me, Violet, if you scream.”

  I obeyed willingly, screaming my release as I clamped down on him, my pussy spasming tightly around his cock as juices gushed out over him. My legs shook uncontrollably as I slid my ass back, forcing his shaft to stretch me out as wide as possible as waves of pure bliss flooded over me.

  I gasped raggedly as my entire body tingled with heat, and Cade snarled as he plunged inside me, his hips forcefully taking what he needed, his hands squeezing my ass as he pushed against me. I wanted my Alpha to cum, to fill me with his seed and mark me as his own.

  My hole was so wet as he fucked me, watching his body tighten and tense as he p
umped my pussy ferociously, his teeth bared in a snarl. Anticipation for his seed filled me, my womb wet and ready for him.

  He came with a final hard thrust that made my breasts bounce painfully hard, sinking his cock in me to the root as jets of hot cum spurted out, claiming my womb as his own. I gasped with him, his groans of pleasure satisfying all of my needs as I felt his cum drip out of me, sliding down my thighs. I fucked myself onto him slowly, milking him for every last drop.

  We collapsed together, his burning body covering mine, his hands lazily undoing my wrist straps. I ran my freed hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly with his breath. His skin was so silky, the muscle underneath hard as rock.

  Cade's amber eyes had darkened with pleasure, his lips running over my cheekbone, down to my lips. I snuggled against him as he cuddled me close, his hands running over my curves.

  “You're mine now, Violet,” he whispered roughly. “I've claimed you, and no other will have you.”

  I was an independent woman, but there was nothing in this world that would give me more pleasure than to be owned by this passionate, muscular werewolf. I kissed his heavy jaw, my nipples hardening as they pressed against his hard chest.

  “You can claim me if you take me again,” I said, gazing up at him as he smiled and ran his fingers over my round ass.

  “You'll be pregnant with pups before the night is over,” he promised, pulling me close.

  Lily waggled her eyebrows at me as I tore the apron off, wiping my hands of flour. Cade's black coup was idling in the parking lot, and the heat of anticipation was already building in me.

  Against my will, I had found all my hopes and dreams here in Foggy Hollow, my belongings having already been moved to Cade's house, where I shared his bed nightly and willingly. I had even fallen asleep with my hands bound several times, my body satiated and worn out by my virile Alpha.

  Twilight was soon to fall, the full moon rising with it. Cade had promised me a special treat tonight: he wouldn't change back when we got started.

  I poured into the car, grinning at the man with the dark curls and amber eyes who immediately pulled me in for a deep kiss, his tongue flicking against mine, sending spirals of heat through me.

  We only had eight more months to get it out of our system, after all. He ran his hand over my belly as we took off, satisfaction radiating from him. I ran my hand over his thigh, finding his cock already hard and throbbing, ready for me.

  “Why wait til we get home?” I asked, grinning slyly at him. “Let's do it on the car.”

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  Read on for an excerpt of INTERVIEW WITH THE ALPHA...

  “Phyllis, I just can’t do it this weekend.” I held the phone between my shoulder and ear, the way we all do when we’re not really listening. I checked my latest article for spelling mistakes while my boss sighed into my ear.

  “Find a way, Cass.” Phyllis sighed again. I could just imagine her rolling her eyes. To her, weekends weren’t really a thing. She just worked through them and didn’t understand that some of her employees didn’t want to churn out articles on Saturday nights. “$2000 for the article, on top of your normal salary. Consider it an early Christmas bonus.”

  “That’s tempting, but it’s Friday afternoon, and I’m already home,” I said, thinking about my date with season four of “The Walking Dead” and a pint of mint chocolate chip. I sighed myself, echoing Phyllis’s dismay. I wasn’t one to work on weekends, even when it involved a ridiculous sum of money for a two thousand word fluff piece on a local entrepreneur. “And I have a date with Daryl Dixon, Phil.” She laughed.

  “I hear that this guy is hot, Cassandra. And loaded. I’ve also heard rumors that he’s a shifter.” Phyllis giggled. Even though shifters were out since early 2010, I’d never met one in person. Because of the laws put in place to protect their identity, you usually didn’t know if you’d met a shifter unless he or she actually shifted before your eyes.

  “Really?” A sexy businessman … and a potential shifter. “What is he? A bear? A lion?” I’d even heard talk of a tiger shifter in the area, but nothing was verified.

  “I’m heard that he’s a wolf. I’ve even heard that he’s a very important wolf. I think it would be pretty interesting if you got some tidbits on his company, and maybe you’ll see something while you’re there that tells you about his extracurricular activities.”

  “Well, Phil, we couldn’t publish anything about that. That’s really not fair to his privacy. You can’t send me looking for that kind of thing …” Phyllis cut me off before I started to get really ramped up on my tirade. Privacy issues were huge in the shifter community because non-shifters wanted to know about them so badly.

  “Stop, Cass. That’s not what I’m asking. People are hungry for shifter stories, but that’s not what this piece is. Beauregard’s startup just went public and the people want to hear more about him and what he’s doing with social media apps. One of the apps is shifter-related, so that’s probably where the rumors are from.” Phyllis knew she had me on board. I couldn’t resist a good story, and this was a legitimate way to get to know more about a very private set of people.

  “Fine, Phil. You owe me a vacation though. I’ll go see this guy on Saturday and get the scoop on his company, and I’ll have the piece to you by Wednesday next week, alright?”

  “Good, good,” Phyllis said. “I hear he’s a little reticent when you first meet him, probably because of the rumors.”

  “Sure, whatever.” I shook off her comment on Curtis Beauregard. I had heard about him before, even though I hadn’t heard about the possibility of his being a shifter. I knew I could get some quotes to make the article good enough, and I wouldn’t be prying into any of his personal behaviors. After all, it wasn’t like I was telling his life story. I was just getting a little bit of info on his company, and a few cheery quotes about the rise of small tech businesses. That kind of thing was good for the winter, stimulating the economy, making people positive for the new year and all that. “I got it, Phyllis. I’ll set something up with his secretary before I leave today.”

  I hung up the phone and let out a groan. I’d been so looking forward to staying home on Saturday and just keeping to myself. But that wasn’t going to happen, and who was I kidding, it hadn’t happened in quite a long time. At least I’d be spending part of my weekend with a handsome man. That was something that I hadn’t come close to in over a year. I bet there were cobwebs growing down there — my womanhood had taken second place to my career in journalism. Men sometimes looked, especially those who liked a curvier woman with ample hips and a taste for ice cream, but I didn’t have enough confidence to respond to them. And a lot of those guys weren’t particularly winning in personality or in looks. So for now, I was biding my time. It would happen sometime, on one of these Saturdays when I didn’t have to work. I’d sign up for Match and go on a few dates with some local hipsters, maybe even get my curvy ass laid. For now though, I was stuck with Beauregard for the day. I’d probably be holed up in some office with him while he looked at me with mild contempt or simple blankness, and I’d keep chatting with him inanely until he accidentally spewed out some quotes good enough for the article. That would be Saturday. “Walking Dead” could wait until Sunday, I supposed. I shot off an email to his personal assistant, hoping for an appointment at a decent time. I got up from my sofa, stretching and wondering why I’d taken a job that never had any days off. I walked to my shower, figuring I’d better have hair fixed for this billionaire guy. Otherwise, I might not get any usable quotes at all. If he saw the snarl of my curly auburn locks, he might be too distracted by my appearance to say anything intelligible. I’d been working at home for the past few days and had neglected showering — sometimes that could be a bad situation for creating good first impressions.

  I passed by my mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. I was a rough-looking sight in my traditional work uniform — sweatpants and
an old college t-shirt, but I could see the promise of my curves through the clothes. I had large breasts that seemed to always get in my own way … but they always attracted glimpses from men. I tried to hide them from people with my clothes, feeling too much, too curvy, too out there. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t gotten a date. I patted my round rump as I looked at myself. Now, my ass was just fine. Maybe someday I’d learn to love all of me. For now though, I was just going to shower and hope to hear from the Beauregard’s secretary in time to figure out my plan for the next day. I sighed and stripped down for the shower, something in me a bit nervous about my impending interview with a supposedly very handsome, very rich, very mysterious man who was possibly also a wolf. I’d seen a picture of him the last time the local newspaper ran a piece on his company. He’d looked handsome, for sure — dark hair, tall and well built, but something about his face seemed strange. Maybe that was the extra DNA that allowed him to shift. Maybe I’d already seen it in his face. I was still thinking about the prospect of meeting him when I stepped out of the shower.

  Read on for a sneak peek of DEAL WITH THE ALPHA...

  I pulled up to the diner and shut off the car. In the quiet of the morning, I closed my eyes, finding a moment of peace in my surroundings. I knew that today would be a hectic one, as it always was. Minnie’s was an institution in the town of Woodward, and it belonged to my family since the first pioneers had explored this great land. It stood at the edge of the lakefront, with beautiful panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. I knew that I was blessed to be living in such a beautiful landscape.

  With one last deep breath, I got out of the car. I grabbed my apron from the backseat. I was technically the morning manager at Minnie’s, but in a place like this, everyone had to pitch in to keep all the mouths fed. We were the town’s main haunt, a place for everyone and anyone to sit and whittle away a Saturday morning.