Curves & Alphas: A Paranormal Box Set: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (23 page)

Chapter 13

Van slowly peeled her blouse off, letting it float gently to the ground. He circled her waist with his enormous hands before softly stroking up and down her back. He was naked aside from a towel slung loosely around his hips. Sophia traced her hands over his dark chest hair, still damp from his shower, and over his defined stomach, marveling at each firm ripple in turn. She could see the shape of his erection under the towel and feel it pressing into her, but she forced herself to hold back instead of racing straight to it. Anticipation is two-thirds of desire, after all.

He seemed to have the same idea. He didn’t rush to unfasten her bra, instead taking time to admire the lacework and tease her nipples through the flimsy fabric. He kissed her neck and collarbone, and nibbled gently on her ear. When he did come to undo her bra, he fumbled a little with the hooks. Sophia graciously turned around and swept her hair aside to make it easier for him, finding his inexperience endearing and reassuring, given her own lack of sexual expertise. He gave a little sigh as her bra fell to the floor, spinning her around and burying his head in the soft pillows of her bust.

They fell onto the bed, kissing passionately, warm bodies pressed into each other. Sophia lifted her hips as Van slid her jeans off. They joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor, along with Van’s towel. Just Sophia’s underwear was left, a pretty pink pair, but Van didn’t rush to remove them either. He drew a teasing line with his finger from her belly button all the way down over the elastic, down over her clit and through the cleft of her pussy. She closed her eyes with bliss. Next, he pulled the lower edges up and away, letting his fingers touch her labia just a little. Then he retraced the line he’d made with his finger, but used his mouth instead, kissing all the way down until she could feel his hot breath on her pussy, through her underwear. It was too much; she had to feel his tongue on her, now.

She tugged her underwear urgently down and now he was glad to help her. He lay flat on his stomach between her legs, offering an enticing view down over his head to his bare butt, and buried his face in her pussy.

In Sophia’s limited experience (and through her discussions with Jane, drawing on her much vaster experience), there were three types of men when it came to giving oral sex. There was the type that flat-out loved it and couldn’t get enough of it. Jane said she would only agree to marry a man who fit into this category. Then there was the type that did it because they knew that women loved it. This type always left you feeling a little guilty because you knew his heart wasn’t in it. And finally there were those who wouldn’t even go there. Jane thought there was little in life more disappointing than discovering an otherwise ideal man was one of those types.

Happily, Van fitted firmly in the first category. He licked and sucked with considerable enthusiasm, and while his technique was a little raw, Sophia was more than happy to help him refine his skills in the near future. Besides, what he was doing felt perfectly wonderful. His mouth was hot and wet, and his finger inside her was a teasing indication of what it would feel like when he slid that gorgeous cock inside of her, too. Tonight was the night. Van was the one she would lose her virginity to, and she couldn’t wait. Before long, her pussy was so dripping wet she was certain there would be no trouble fitting him inside.

When Van came up to kiss her, she could taste her desire in his mouth, which made her even hotter still. His rock-hard penis was silky smooth to touch. She grabbed it, opened her legs, and rubbed the head over her clit, easing it down, closer and closer to her hot, wet hole.

Van’s breathing was ragged.

‘I want to be inside you,’ he panted.

‘I want it, too,’ she moaned. ‘More than anything.’

She lay back and he positioned himself above her. Looking up into his eyes, she felt another wave of desire and love, and she arched up to him, inviting him in. He pushed in just a little way, holding back tantalizingly. He hesitated.

‘What if I hurt you?’

‘Van, I want this. Seriously; you’ve gotten me so wet that I know I’ll easily take you.’

She reached around and pulled his butt down into her. He pushed gradually inside. There was a moment of resistance as the head of his cock pressed through her opening, but as he explored and filled the depths of her canal, she felt nothing but pleasure. It was like the fiery reaction her body had given when they’d first kissed, except this time the sensations began and remained between her legs. With each stroke, an incredible heat built and built, turning into a whole body inferno when Van kissed her at the same time.

‘Oh my God,’ she cried as an orgasm ripped through her, and then another one straight afterwards. By the time Van shot his hot load into her, her body was limp with exhaustion from half a dozen incredible climaxes.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, she fell into a dog-tired slumber, filled with dreams of ghostly rocks, naked wolf-men, and full-moon nights that lasted weeks at a time.

Chapter 14

When Sophia finally surfaced, it was well after noon and she was almost delirious with hunger. Dinner with her parents the night before seemed eons ago. She gazed at the rain drops that pattered against the window and tried to convince her body to move. Her legs felt weak and shaky, as though all those orgasms last night had robbed her of something. It was strange because, in the past, she’d always felt invigorated after a great orgasm. Surely six in a row should mean she wouldn’t even need her morning coffee that day. She shrugged it away, figuring that her lack of energy was probably due to the long spell without food and all the excitement of the wolf ride.

The wolf ride. It all came flooding back. Beautiful wolf-Van, the view over the lakes, the eerie white rock in the clearing. It all seemed so surreal and far removed from the solid permanence of Van’s wooden bed and the pat-pat-pat of the rain on the window that she could scarcely believe that it had happened at all. But when Van came into the room carrying a breakfast tray with a tower of pancakes, bacon, blueberries, and syrup, the look on his face told her that it was true. All of it. His eyes said that they shared something now, something beyond important. Something life changing.

She propped herself up with pillows and Van placed the tray on her lap. He returned to the kitchen for the coffee pot and poured them both a cup. Despite her elation at this gorgeous breakfast, delivered by an even more stunning man, her man, Sophia could barely keep her eyes open. She fought with her eyelids as she took a bite of fluffy pancakes and a large mouthful of coffee.

‘Oh, Van,’ she sighed dreamily. ‘It’s absolutely delicious. Just wonderful. Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome,’ he replied.

‘Will you share it with me?’

‘I already ate, thank you.’

‘What’s the time?’ she yawned, in between mouthfuls.

‘Three o’clock.’

‘Three o’clock in the afternoon! I never sleep this long.’

‘You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to disturb you.’

She ate in silence; it felt too difficult to eat and talk at the same time. She was just too tired. Van seemed content to sit and admire her, although she felt a little self-conscious eating in front of him. When she finished, she thanked him again and then rested her head back on the pillows. Sleep began to wash over her straight away.

‘I don’t know why I’m so tired,’ she groaned with her eyes closed. ‘I’m beyond tired.’ She opened her eyes a crack and looked at him enviously. ‘You seem perky enough.’

‘Yeah,’ he nodded. ‘I’m practically bouncing off the walls; have been since dawn. Which is also strange because I’m not usually a morning person.’ He brushed her hair away from her forehead with a light touch. ‘You sleep, sweet Sophia. We’ll talk more when you wake up.’

He needn’t have given her his blessing; she was already fast asleep.

When she woke, night had nearly fallen once more. She forced herself to get up and take a shower, feeling a little better afterwards. Convinced that she was coming down with something – probably that horrid flu that was going around the office the week before – she made her way downstairs with the intention of snuggling on the couch under a blanket. She could smell something roasting in the kitchen and her mouth began to water. That’s it, she thought. I’m going to do nothing today except eat and sleep. She found Van in a large leather armchair, reading a book. He looked up and smiled.

‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she said from the doorway, gesturing to her outfit – a pair of his boxer shorts and one of his white t shirts. ‘I didn’t bring a change of clothes.’

He put his book aside and came over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her clean off the floor. She giggled and looked down at him, hair falling around her face.

‘I think you look spectacular,’ he said and kissed her.

‘I sure don’t feel it,’ she said, down on the floor once more. ‘I must have caught a cold. Which means you’ll have it now, too. Sorry!’

‘Not me. I never get sick. It’s another one of the perks.’

‘Really? No stomach flu? No winter colds? Are you sure you want to end this so-called “curse”?’

She sank into one of the couches and he sat down next to her, chuckling.

‘Dinner will be ready in forty-five minutes,’ he said. ‘Roast chicken, roast potatoes, gravy… hopefully that’ll make you feel better.’

‘Now you’re talking.’

He pulled her close and they quietly cuddled for a few minutes. It was still raining outside and there was a chill in the air that suggested autumn was closer than they thought. Van took a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around them.

‘I was joking just now about whether you really wanted to end your curse,’ she said after a while. ‘But I’ve been thinking about it seriously, too.’ She looked up at him. ‘Last night was absolutely incredible. I can’t even describe how amazing it was to run through the woods with you like that. What about that bear?! And the view over the lakes, the feeling of being all alone, like it was only the two of us in the world… all of it. You have this monthly access to a whole other existence. A world of freedom, beauty, the wild. People would kill for a chance to live like that. Are you really sure you want to leave it all behind?’

He considered this for a moment. ‘Like any situation, there are good and bad parts. Yes, it’s incredible to run and smell and hunt like a wolf, and in a way I feel blessed that I’ve had the chance to experience it. I don’t know if you’ve ever been on vacation alone, but if you have, you’ll know that it’s never as good as if you had gone with someone else. Now that I’ve found you, I can’t bear to do anything but grow old with you. Last night was beautiful because we shared it. Now I never want to be alone again. I’d rather live only a few more years with you than forever alone. Imagine if we could have forty or fifty years together. That’d be all I ever dreamed for.’

Sophia’s heart melted with his tender words.

‘Wolves are pack animals,’ he continued. ‘Perhaps if I lived within a group it’d be different. It feels wrong to be alone. As a man as well as a wolf.’

‘Have you ever found any others like you?’

‘Not around these parts. But there’s another place I go sometimes where werewolves are more common than men. They’ve travelled there from all over the world, often because they feel that urge to be part of the group structure. Once they’re there, they don’t tend to leave. Vampires, too. But it’s difficult; you can’t just wander in and join a pack. There are hierarchies, rules. It’s an unusual situation; usually in a wolf pack, there is a dominant male and a dominant female, but in a werewolf pack, it’s typically only males. This only makes all the fighting even more aggressive. Some wolves fight to the death in order to settle a dispute about pack position. I guess it goes back to that same old loathing I have of conflict. I’ve chosen the solitary life instead.’

Sophia shivered. ‘Did you just say there were vampires there? Are you serious?’

He nodded. ‘Deadly.’

She shook her head. ‘Sorry, but I’m trying to process the idea of a forest filled with werewolves as well as vampires. I’d only just gotten my head around the werewolf thing. Now you’re telling me that vampires exist, too. It’s a lot to take in. Where is this place?’

‘I’ll take you there next full moon. I have a feeling that’s where we need to go to unlock the secrets of the Pure Soul and find out what needs to be done to reverse the werewolf curse. We have to take a journey to get there. A long journey, but a short one at the same time.’

Sophia frowned. How mysterious.

He kissed her forehead tenderly.

‘I can’t quite believe I’ve actually found you,’ he said. Sophia couldn’t tell if he was changing the subject on purpose or not. ‘You know everything about me, and yet here you are, still here in my arms. I was terrified you would run away. I’d be devastated. I’ve also heard there are terrible repercussions if a werewolf finds his Pure Soul and then loses her again.’ 

Sophia wanted to ask what kind of terrible repercussions, but she held her question back. She’d already decided that she wasn’t running away from this adventure, so there was no point in knowing. Some people might feel motivated by the threat of something terrible, but she preferred to decide on a plan and go with it rather than dwell on “what-ifs”. She was convinced that she was Van’s Pure Soul, and now they needed to figure out what she had to do in order to save him.

She nestled her head into the nook underneath his chin and sighed with pleasure at the feeling of his warm chest on her cheek, and his arms around her.

‘You’re a gorgeous man,’ she thought aloud. ‘And you make a damn fine looking wolf, too. I just wanted to run my hands through your fur all night. And your eyes! They’re spectacular when you’re a man, but when you’re a wolf, it’s like they’re less guarded somehow. I felt like I could see straight through to your soul. It was that connection that woke up the adventurous spirit inside of me, and made me want to dive into this journey one hundred-percent.’

He squeezed her.

‘I’m so glad. Something changed in me last night, too. I felt calmer, less chaotic. When we made love, I wasn’t fearful of my desires taking over. It’s like you’re balancing me.’

‘I’m the one whose desires were taking over last night,’ Sophia said, blushing a little. ‘It was like my body took charge and I had no control over it anymore.’

‘It was beautiful,’ he said. ‘You’re beautiful.’

Sophia grinned into his shirt. She sniffed the air. ‘I hate to change the subject, but that chicken smells beautiful, too. Shall we eat?’