Curves for the Werewolf Cowboy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf Mate) (6 page)

I could tell she was ambivalent. Her hand shifted in mine. But for some reason now our thoughts were cut off. I had no idea where I stood, no idea whether I repulsed or attracted her. I needed a sign.

Then she kissed me.

I didn’t know what I was doing; it was like my body was being directed by someone other than myself. A mysterious force had taken control. I was drawn toward him completely, helpless against my desire. Was it desire, or something more? If it was desire, it was like no desire I’d ever felt. I wanted him beyond my capacity to want, I needed him beyond my capacity to need.

And suddenly I found myself kissing him. Hot and passionate, my tongue spilling over into his mouth, swirling and sucking gently. His hands were on me now as he pushed me back into the bed, our lips still locked, my latent lust unleashed in the most dynamic fury of animalism. Was he the wolf, or was I? I felt like one in that moment as I let my body take over, indulging in the fantasy that had silently been building within me since I’d first seen Clay.

His hands were all over me, roving over my curves, touching them with such sensual appreciation. I could feel our desire was shared completely. Was this crazy? Probably, but right now I didn’t care. If there’s anything the last hour had proved to me it was that life was short and took many unexpected turns. Some of those turns were fatal, but others were dream-like, almost beyond comprehension in their indeterminate bliss. Meeting Clay was one of those turns.

I felt him move his hands up under my dress. I’d be lying if I said I wanted it any other way.

It was so unexpected, but didn’t I know she was drawn to me? My hand slid across the smooth skin of her thighs, already slick with her wetness. I knew she was drawn to me.

Her body is telling her yes, but there’s still some doubt in her mind. She doesn’t know if I truly want her, she doesn’t know if I’m being honest about wanting her for more than a night. But I don’t have the time right now to explain it to her, to tell her how I know that this is right, that she’s the one. The animal inside just wouldn’t allow it.

I worked my fingers under her panties, dipping my fingers into the wetness, gently entering her. She’s so tight, she hasn’t had sex in a long time. Even my fingers are causing her pain. I can only sense it, because she doesn’t make a sound. Our lips are still locked. She wants to be strong, to fight through the pain, knowing the pleasure that waits at the other end.

I haven’t been touched like this in a long time. I feel my body wince, but I don’t want to show a hint of hesitation. I don’t want him to stop. For once, I’m living in the moment, giving into the needs of my body. I want him to ravage me. I lose myself, letting the insecurities wash away. I want to be ravaged, I want him inside me.

He rubs my clit with such delicacy, then pushes those fingers back in. My body craves what’s ahead, hoping he’ll peel back my panties and lick me until I lose my mind.

My head between her legs. That scent that drives me wild is sending me into a frenzy, and I run my tongue along her slit then focus on her clit, her mound engorged, her body writhing on the bed, not knowing how to control the movements of her legs. She arches her back, the pleasure is almost too much for her.

And that scent is pushing me too far. I can’t hold back much longer. I want to be inside her, to feel her tightness, to stretch her body almost to the breaking point. I want to watch her face as she climaxes, the pleasure written in the crease of her smile.

But I’m selfish, too, imagining what it’s like to be inside her, to feel her wet warmth surrounding me as I press my body into her curves, squeezing her supple ass, my mouth sucking on the nipples of her gorgeous tits. Just thinking of it is too much to bear—I unzip my pants and make to mount her. She wants it, too, just as much as me.

Now the moment finally comes. I feel his hard cock graze my leg. And now he’s rubbing it against my lips, testing my wetness, wondering if he’ll fit inside me. I reach down and give a teasing stroke and find him even bigger than I’d expected. I almost dread the pain, but I want him even more. I’m willing to take it for him. It’s what he wants.
And it’s what I want
.

He moves his mouth to mine again, giving me a soft kiss, a sweetness to offset the pain of being stretched by his massive cock. I moan, wincing at the pain as he pushes inside me without warning. His first strokes hurt. I can tell he’s trying to be gentle, but he can’t help his desire, the desire that drives him to fuck me harder and faster. The truth is I don’t want it any other way.

With each successive thrust the mixture of pain and pleasure is shifting. I want it harder now. I pull his body into mine, feeling his muscular chest against the softness of my own. I swirl my tongue in his mouth, letting him know how much I want him. I pull him into me, clenching and releasing, working my body in rhythm with his as he pushes his hard cock deep inside me. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to ever end.

She is the one. I know it now. I have never felt this ever before, this desire that builds with every movement of her body against mine. This is not lust; lust could never describe how much I want her, how much I crave her and adore her every curve.

We’re strangers, but at the same time we’re not. We already know each other inside and out. This fate that drove us together will never let us part. She knows it now, too. I can feel her mind changing as she gives herself over to me. She knows this isn’t just for a night, she knows she’s giving herself to me forever. She wants it that way.

I can feel him getting closer now as his thrusts tinged with hesitation. He wants to come inside me. He wants me to bear his young, to raise his pack. He’s never told me these things, but I can feel these thoughts running through his mind. It’s all happening to fast, it’s confusing and crazy. And what’s even crazier is that I don’t care.

He was a stranger, but I know I’ll do anything to be with him. I want his cum inside me. There’s nothing stopping us from being together, why should I even entertain my doubts about this? All I know is I feel right in this moment, and if I can be with Clay then I can handle whatever life throws at me. It’s a life of danger, but also one of excitement; one of pleasure and unspeakable desires filled in the darkness of a hotel room.

He’s what I’ve been waiting for, and each thrust drives home the point. I’m moaning, saying his name. Nearly breathless, I beg him to go harder, telling him I’m close, to finish inside me and send me over the edge.

Warmth shoots through me, the white-lightning of hot up, his seed swimming around inside me. My own orgasm catalyzed by his last thrusts. I gyrated, pushing my pelvis into his, holding onto his shoulders, squeezing the bulky muscles of his arms. I dig my nails in the pleasure is so intense.

So you’ll be my mate?

I can’t even concentrate on the question, but he should know the answer by now. There’s so much more to learn about each other, but I know enough to be sure that we’re made for each other, that somehow we were fated to be together. Our thoughts mingle together in the hot air of the hotel room.