Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) (7 page)

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I was surprised to
find I didn’t feel outraged. My father had fought and killed for his country.
It wasn’t something he relished, it wasn’t even something he was proud of, even
if others were proud of him for serving. It was just something he did because
the situation demanded it. Could the same be said for James? Was I in a
position to pass judgement when I wasn’t fully aware of
his
situation?

To think that way felt an awful lot like I was trying to
rationalize something I really should have more of an issue with. But the truth
was… I didn’t. There was something between James and me and I wanted to explore
it. I wanted to explore him. All of him, even his deep dark secrets.

I was still worried and fretting about this when I heard the
deep roar of his motorbike heading towards the cabin, seconds later I felt his
presence and before I had fully come to terms with the fact that he was alive,
that he was alive and had returned to me, I heard his footsteps on the deck.

- X -

James nudged the splintered door open with his foot and
stood for a moment on the threshold of the cabin. He was wearing a worn,
stained t-shirt, a denim jacket that was way too big and a pair of jeans that
were way too tight. I don’t know where or how he’d acquired his new wardrobe
and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Beyond his attire, there was something different about him.
Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. His face was a mask or restrained
emotion, but his body language spoke volumes. The bond was still there, that
inexplicable closeness we had both experienced, but I couldn’t see beyond that.
I inhaled, trying to read his scent. But outside of a half-remembered dream my
human senses just weren’t up to the job. It made me feel inadequate.

Looking at his posture I would have sworn a great weight had
been lifted from his shoulders. And yet it didn’t look like this had offered
him any relief. If anything he looked more concerned, more serious, than he had
done earlier.

“Is it done?”

It may as well have been a rhetorical question. If the
answer was “no” he wouldn’t be standing here in front of me. It was done. He
had killed a man.

I didn’t know what this act had done to him, nor what it
would take for him to be whole again. The only thing I knew was that I wanted
to be there for him. I wanted to help him come to terms with his actions and
heal. Whatever it took.

I stood to face him and let the blanket that covered me
slide to the floor. I was naked before him, offering myself unconditionally. I
felt, for the first time in as long as I could remember, no shame as a man’s
eyes darted back and forth over my bare flesh. I felt, again for the first time
in as long as I could remember, no fear of rejection. I may not have shared his
heightened senses, but I knew one thing for certain. He wanted me as much as I
wanted him.

In two strides he was on me. His hands cupped my ass and
pulled me closer, forcing me onto my toes so my lips could meet his. I gasped,
both at how cold his hands were from the ride and the shocking ferocity with
which he kissed me. He was beyond hungry. He was starving. He kissed me as if I
were the only thing that could sustain him. Perhaps I was.

I groaned into his mouth as I surrendered completely. My
naked body soft and pliant against the coarse fabric of his found clothes. He
sensed it. He sensed my surrender in a way I never could. He smelled it on me
and he took advantage of it.

When he came up for air he shifted position and slid a leg
between mine,  pushing the rough denim
firm against my bare crotch as he released my ass with one hand and brought it
to my breast. His broad hand cupped and lifted as he lowered his head, bringing
his lips to my sensitive nipple. My groan became a whimper as the twin
sensations drove me to something beyond desire. A level of pure lust that I had
never experienced before.

“Fuck me.”

I wanted to assert myself and make it a command, but it
didn’t come out like that. It sounded like a plea. A needy and desperate plea.
I reached out to feel for his manhood, hard and hot, jutting lewdly against the
denim at his crotch.

“Please… fuck me.”

This time I didn’t bother to even try and keep the need out
of my voice. If I had to beg, then so be it. It’s not like I could have hidden
it from him. My body betrayed my desire and he could smell it on me.

“No.”

It was actually a relief to see his grin return. An
infuriatingly smug, smirk that only men with the charm and presence to back up
their arrogance could pull off.

“Not yet, there’s something we need to take care of first.”

He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the couch. Once
he had positioned me to his satisfaction he sunk to his knees, nudging my legs
aside with his shoulders as he kneeled between them. Or at least he tried to.
His shoulders were impossibly broad and my body just didn’t bend that way.

He tried again, this time ducking beneath my legs and
lifting them on his shoulders, forcing them up and back until his face was
inches from my wet and needy sex.

I felt… exposed. In the shower, I had been in control and
while we had been intimate, it was nothing like this. He was so close to me,
nothing was hidden. Not to mention it was the middle of the day and, remote
cabin or not, the door was wide open. I was not usually a big fan the sort of
intimacy that placed my body under this kind of scrutiny.

But when I looked down at James I decided that just this
once, maybe I could make an exception. He descended on me with a grin that
wouldn’t have looked out of place on a cheeky schoolboy, a comparison I
immediately regretted as, given his intent, it seemed wildly inappropriate.

I sighed and groaned as I gave into the urge to grind myself
against his face. I have no idea if he was particularly skilled or I was just
particularly turned on, but it didn’t take long. As I came I tightened my legs
around him and gripped his hair between my fingers, pulling him to me as I rode
out a surprisingly gentle and restrained orgasm.

When his glistening face emerged from between my thighs the
grin was still there. He had been enjoying himself.

“You’ve done that before haven’t you?”

“Oh, once or twice. Bedroom?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Our greedy fingers worked at his clothes, stripping him as I
pushed him backwards, towards the bedroom. Whenever I fumbled clumsily, he
recovered with supernatural grace and between the two of us we managed to make
it to the bed without incident.

I held my palm against his chest and entwined my fingers in
the gorgeous, dark hair as I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He winced as he
toppled, my hand tugging at his hair.

His manhood was magnificent, jutting straight up from his
thighs like a… well like a large erect penis I guess. Half an hour ago I might
have hesitated, but now I was ready. I wanted this. I wanted to feel him
stretch and fill me. I wanted…

I gasped as I climbed on top of him and lowered myself. I
had been a little concerned about his size, but it was the heat that I wasn’t
prepared for. I had to pause for a moment, to gather myself. It was unexpected,
but not unpleasant. In fact as I got used to it I found it to be quite nice
indeed.

I loved this position. He tried to thrust against me but I
placed both hands on his chest and made it clear that for now all he had to do
was lie back and enjoy the ride.

I rolled my hips, keeping him deep inside me as I worked
them in slow, lazy circles.

“Oh… Oh yeah.”

I smiled benevolently down at him. Proud of the fact that he
was unable to tear his gaze away from the hypnotic gyrations of my swaying
breasts long enough to look me in the eye. And just when he thought it couldn’t
get any better I added a gentle squeeze to the mix. Each time I tightened
myself around his shaft, I was met with a satisfyingly throaty groan of
pleasure.

I had to admit I was feeling a little smug. This was my
party trick and I’d yet to bed a man who could hold out against it for long.

That said, his size was adding a whole new dimension to the
experience for me as well. As I shifted he pushed against me in places that I
didn’t even know existed. Even as I watched for signs that he was getting
close, I realized I was not far off myself.

He sensed this. A slight shift in the balance of power and…
Oh
God
… his hips began to move, rising to meet mine, then falling away as I
gyrated against him.
Damn
. I fell forward, my breasts flattening against
his chest as I surrendered to him once more.

I felt his fingers like claws down my back.

I felt his teeth on my neck like fangs.

I felt his cock expand inside me like a… wait, what the
hell?
What the hell?

“What the hell?”

I slid off him and pulled away a little. It wasn’t that I
wanted him to stop. Far from it, my body yearned to return. I was just a little
shocked and confused by whatever the hell had just happened.

“Shit… damn. I’m sorry. I guess I forgot that you’re…”

Human?
He was going to say human. He backed away as
if concerned he had offended me.

“Sometimes the animal comes out. It can be hard to control.
Some people like it. Others… not so much.”

“You mean, you actually change into a… you know… while
you’re… ”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. A little queasy to be
honest. This wasn’t really my thing and I wasn’t sure it would ever be. Even
knowing that he was human. It was still something I knew I’d struggle to get my
head around.

“No. No, nothing like that. The animal isn’t just a shape I
take. It’s part of me. Even when I stand on two legs it’s part of me. When the
animal takes over, it’s hard not to lose control. Everything becomes more… more
primal. Things uh… can get a little rough. And… uh yeah, there are some other
changes too, things tend to get a little bigger.”

He blushed. He actually blushed. The big, bad alpha wolf was
actually embarrassed. It was all kinds of cute. It was as if he were concerned
he had lost me or scared me off. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact
that his words were having quite the opposite effect. It was actually kind of
endearing and I couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to tease him a little.

“So let me get this straight. Sometimes, during sex…”

“Well most times.”

“Most times, during sex, you lose control and become a bit
of an animal. It’s all rough and primal and you get bigger down… well you know.
Well gosh Mr. Wolf, you sound like every woman’s worst nightmare.”

My deadpan sarcasm sailed right over his head. He looked
genuinely distressed.

“Like I said some people like it. I can… I’ll try and keep
it in check.”

I licked my lips, pulled myself onto all fours and crawled
across the bed towards him. I lowered my head so my lips were right next to his
ear and spelled it out for him, giving each word time to sink in.

“Shut up and make me your bitch.”

He wanted animal. I gave him an animal. I lowered myself on
my arms and bent my back to raise my ass. I, for want of a better word,
presented myself to him.

In another place, in another world, I don’t think I could
have come up with a more unflattering position if I tried. But here and now I
knew the animal in him would not be able to resist the soft, smooth flesh that
beckoned and the delicious wet warmth of the vessel I offered him.

I don’t know if it was this position, or this change he’d
mentioned, but when he entered me again he felt bigger. He filled me
completely, so deep inside me it was like nothing I had experienced before. And
then the animal in him stirred once more.

It was like nothing I had… no, that doesn’t even come close.
It’s redundant. Of course it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I
didn’t even have a frame of reference.

He was relentless. He was like a machine. He just didn’t
stop.

Each thrust drove me hard against the bed and as he picked
up speed I found my focus narrowing as everything else became a distraction.
All that mattered was the heat that filled me and the growing knot of pleasure
deep inside my body. With each thrust that knot grew until it overwhelmed me,
spiralling outwards from my core, the pleasure washing over every nerve. My
mouth went wide in a silent scream of ecstasy as I experienced a deep, powerful
orgasm that shook my entire body.

I don’t even know if he noticed my climax. He didn’t pause.
He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He didn’t stop.

Part of me wanted to cry out and beg him to stop, but that
was a part I had no interest in listening to right now. Instead I willed him
onwards, hungry for more.

I have no idea how many times I came. Somewhere between one
and a hell of a lot. Pick a number. By the end I really had no idea what was
going on, which way was up, and everything blurred into one. My body felt, for
a while, as if I had entered another state entirely. That he had broken me and
every part of me had been stripped away to leave only the raw sexual animal
that perhaps lies at the heart of us all.

At some point I found myself drifting in and out of the wolf
dream. The scent of us rutting like animals adding another dimension to
everything I experienced.

At some point I felt claws on my back. Stinging, scratching,
it felt as if they were drawing blood.

At some point he threw back his head and howled, a sound I
echoed, as I felt his swollen member lock inside me and the molten heat of his
seed filled me completely.

And ultimately, at some point we collapsed in an exhausted,
sweaty heap.