Filled by the Packmaster (Alpha Male BBW Shifter Romance)

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Excerpt from "Staking his Claim," a Sierra Wolf Short

Filled by the Packmaster

Sierra Wolf

A Naughty by Nature Short Story

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If you love sexy shifter stories,
check out the rest of my catalog
.

If you love Alpha Male Shifters, you might enjoy:

Interview with the Alpha

Or

Staking his Claim

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Copyright © Sierra Wolf 2014

All rights reserved. This book or any portion of this book may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

This story is intended for adult readers (18+) only. All sex acts contained herein are consensual.

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So here I was at a shifter bar, and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I’d pulled up in the parking lot a few minutes ago, desperately horny and kinda lonely too. I’d heard that shifters liked curvier girls — and I was definitely that. I had generous, round breasts that filled out a G cup, and hips that made my round ass shimmy when I walked. I didn’t have any problems thinking that I was sexy, but it seemed like most ordinary guys didn’t agree. I was also loud-mouthed, sarcastic, and liked my liquor straight. When I went up to the nice, nerdy-looking hipsters at the local pub, they’d put down their PBR in distress and mutter something about having to go home early.

Next to the skinny model types around here, I thought my long wavy curls of brunette hair — not to mention my red lips, slim waist, and my hot ass would definitely get me a second look.

Hell, I just wanted to get laid. I wasn’t looking for a commitment. I wasn’t even really looking for a date — just a good lay. A leg-shaking, earth-shattering, toe-curling good time.

So I guess that’s what took me to the shifter bar.

I’d known a shifter in college, but he was an engineering major who didn’t really give off sexy vibes. He was good friend, but nothing more than that. It hadn’t crossed my mind that he’d be sexy, even though he
was
a werebear. Recently though, my friend Marguerite had told me that shifters liked girls like me. She was one of those skinny types — no hate for her, only love, for real — and she said she couldn’t get a second look when she went out with some friends to the shifter bar outside of town. The pack had been nice enough, and a couple of guys offered to buy her a drink, but they’d been all over her curvy friend. She said one of the shifter girls there had explained it. Shifters, especially wolves, are looking to
fuck
. They want a girl to grab on to, big breasts to play with, and an ass that begs for sex.

I’d ended up here, and I’d frozen in the parking lot, watching the sexy male and female shifters walking in and out of the bar, making out in the parking lot. There was a couple fucking in the back of a truck a few cars away, the big-titted girl riding this huge, hot muscular dude like her life depended on it. Even with the windows rolled all the way up, I could hear them groaning and crying out. I guess the rest of the people — er, shifters — could hear them too. It seemed like no one was too concerned. I guess since shifters live in a constant state between human and animal, things like nakedness and sex don’t matter all that much to them. It’s an animal need, and they fill it without shame and without judgment from others around them.

I could have used a little of that. Sighing, I put my keys in my purse and swallowed my anxiety. If I ever did want to get laid, I’d have to suck up my fear of rejection and face the music. I was louder, curvier, and more sexual than most women. That scared a lot of men.

And it had left me a virgin at the age of twenty-two.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Pretty lame. I’d come close a few times, but something always happened — a limp, intimidated dick at the last second, or a boyfriend who wasn’t ready to deflower me. Spare me the theatrics, and let’s just get to fucking. Maybe a shifter would be different. I got out of my car, slamming the door behind me and tottering on my heels. A few heads turned and looked in my direction. I thought I might have even caught a few of the shifters sniffing the air, trying to read what I was about. I wobbled a bit on my heels and then adjusted myself, walking sexily to the door.

“ID,” said the bouncer, a big burly shifter in a leather jacket. Even though I didn’t know much about shifters then, I thought he was definitely a bear by the looks of him. He sniffed at the air around me and growled softly as I handed him my license.

“Here you go … uh, sir.” I smiled. He handed my ID back.

“Legally, I have to let you in, little miss … Andrea.” He looked at me dead in the eye, his eyes flashing that otherworldly color. “But I can smell that you’re human. And I can tell you that those boys in there are going to eat you alive. Full moon is on the rise, missy. I’d suggest you turn right on around and go home. Come back some other time, or better yet, not at all.”

“I’ll take my chances, thanks.” I looked at him. He was dead serious. I was here, and I was definitely going in, but my senses told me that he was speaking the truth. He reached out his arm to try and block me from going in, but I took my hand and moved his out of my way. I certainly wasn’t going to go home now. I was intent on losing my virginity that very night, and god help me, I wanted it to be with a sexy-as-hell, rough and sexy shifter. I walked inside and shoved through a sea of delicious-looking men and women. And hell yes, there were my curvy sisters. The shifter women in this bar were scantily clad, showing off round, sexy tits and big asses. The shifter men grabbed the hips of their mates appreciatively, lost in the curvy beauty of their women. Even though I wasn’t a shifter myself, I knew that I fit in here. My physique was similar to that of the women I saw here. I already felt at home, despite the bouncer’s warning. I pushed my way through the crowd and wandered up to the bar.

“Um … barkeep?” Who says “barkeep” anymore? What was I, a flapper in a speakeasy? Trying to get some prohibition liquor? “Excuse me … bartender? Can I have a vodka on the rocks?” A large, feline-looking man turned toward me, his eyes flashing yellow. I’d been at the shifter bar for less than five minutes, and already, I’d seen some of the largest men I’d ever seen before. These guys were huge and muscular. The bartender’s eyes flashed yellow, betraying his nonhuman nature.

“What do you need, human?” He let out a throaty growl. I startled, stepping back.

“Um,” I muttered, “A drink …” The bartender laughed, a throaty, full sound.

“I’m just fucking with you. Vodka and rocks coming up.” He poured me a tumbler of Stoli with a twist of lime, plinking ice cubes into the frosty glass. Just how I liked it. He handed me the drink. “Pretty little thing like you coming to a shifter bar on the full moon … you’re pretty brave.” He winked at me.

“Yeah, I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”

“It’ll be about you in a second. You’re fresh meat. And the wolves really like human women. Me, I’m mated for life already, but damn, I’d take you home in a second. Don’t tell my mate.” He chuckled. “You better watch out, especially for the packmaster. He ain’t mated yet, and he’s always on the prowl.” I nodded, gulping a little. I took a sip of my vodka, the sharpness settling on my tongue. The alcohol made my muscles start to feel looser, my nervousness fading to a low hum. The bartender turned away, tending to other customers, and I looked out on the dance floor, watching the mated couples dancing and loving up on each other’s bodies. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just in the air, but my body began to tingle, picking up on the desire these shifters felt. There was a scent of that desire in the air — something musky and clean, like the forest, or like rich, wet earth on a summer’s day. It seemed that everyone was out to mate this evening. I just watched them, gently sipping my vodka, intimidated by the confidence and beauty that they all seemed to have. After a while, the vodka began to loosen me more, and I got out of the chair, beginning to make my way to the dance floor, shifting my hips and shimmying. Still, it didn’t seem like anyone noticed me. They seemed to all be here with their mates, their orange and yellow eyes flashing only for each other. I wished that someone would take an interest. Well, someone special. Even if I wasn’t looking for a commitment, I was looking for someone that I’d remember for the rest of my life.

Several shifter men came by and danced with me, moving against my hips and grinding into me. I’d turn and they’d be gone, moving to the next woman, testing the waters. At the very back of the room was a VIP area, roped off with red velvet ropes. I saw figures moving around inside the shaded area, but I couldn’t make out any faces. A large shifter came up behind me and took my hips, grinding against me. He was shirtless and bore the same musky scent of the desire rising through the club. I wondered if I had met my man. I let my hips slid against him, felt his arms caressing my shoulders, moving over my waist. He hooked his thumbs inside my belt loops, and I could feel him pressing his cock into me. I turned to face him and I looked in his eyes. They reflected a gold shimmer in the light of the club. He took a long sniff in the air, taking in my scent, assessing me. He looked at me in confusion.

“You’re a human … I’m sorry, I thought you were a shifter woman.” He pulled away from me, and I grabbed his arm.

“Wait, I can handle that.”

“No, it’s not that I think you can’t handle it … The moon is about to rise, and the packmaster is very specific about what he likes on the full moon … Look, I’ve gotta go.” He pulled my hand from his arm and walked away, fading into the crowd. I walked back over to the bar, defeated.

Just then, two men grabbed my arms, pulling me back toward the dance floor.

“What … where are you taking me?” I struggled against them, but they wouldn’t relent.

“The packmaster has requested you. He’ll see you now in the wolf lounge.”

“And what if I don’t want to see the packmaster?” I struggled, but they kept pulling me, making me walk forward. The other man chuckled.

“Girl, you came here on a full moon. Didn’t you come here to see the packmaster?” I felt my stomach doing flips. Things were beginning to make sense. The packmaster had requested me, and the men on the dance floor had known it after I began dancing. They knew it from my scent. He’d requested the one human woman silly enough to come into the club on a full moon. At least, that was the gist I was getting from the men. They pulled me into the VIP lounge, where I saw yellow eyes staring out of the darkness.

In the VIP lounge was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen. If it weren’t for the two men holding me up, the weakness in my knees would have made me tumble down to the floor. I don’t believe in love at first sight, no, but I do believe in lust at first sight, and that’s what this was.

This man was sitting on this big tall chair like a king. He was huge, as big or bigger than the bouncer that I’d seen earlier. His face was unmistakably wolfish, his cheekbones chiseled and his yellow-green eyes intense. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but on his muscular frame, it looked like the most expensive and tailored of suits.

“I’m Nolan, the leader of this pack. And you?”

“I’m Andrea.” The words came out in a whisper. My sex had already become slick, just looking at this massive, gorgeous man. His words commanded power and respect, and his eyes flickered with a deep, sexual fire.

“Other shifters come and go at this club, but the wolves rule it, and I am the wolf who rules them all. I see you have come to our club on a full moon. Do you know what this means?” I shook my head, and Nolan chuckled.

“No … Nolan … What does it mean?” I knew that it had something to do with the leaping feeling in my stomach, the shivers running over my body. He had some power that was attracting me. The men let go of my arms, and I stood there before him, still weak in the knees.

“Any human woman in my club on the full moon is fair game for me on the full moon. I always select a woman on the full moon, and you are the sexiest I’ve seen … by far.” He looked my body up and down appreciatively. “You have every right to refuse, but few women do.” His eyes flashed yellow again, and my stomach did flips in response. My knees were weak again, not with fear or anxiety, but with the raw animal lust this man was making me feel. Nolan stood up. Facing me, he was at least a head taller than I, and he was indeed as broad as the bouncer. From what I’d seen, he was a particularly large specimen for a wolf shifter. I stepped back, shocked.

“Wow …” My voice came out in a breathy sigh. Wow indeed. He stuck out his hand to greet me formally.

“Sometimes I forget your human customs. Let me start over. I’m Nolan.” I shook his hand, his grip firm and warm. The air was rich with his scent, the clean evergreen of a woodland glade. I sighed, soaking him in, my body rapt in his presence. “Let me show you around my VIP section.” I followed him as he walked before me, into the dark recesses of the VIP. I heard muffled moans and the unmistakable sounds of sex. We passed by a couple seated on a couch, the woman’s shirt ripped off and her legs splayed. She groaned and arched her back in ecstasy as her lover caressed her exposed nipples with his fingers and took one into his waiting mouth.