Noble Wolf (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (8 page)

His free hand slid up the inside of her legs, like a bee drawn to the warm honey that was quickly soaking her panties as he touched and teased her. That was nothing compared to the pressure of his fingers dragging across the top of her underwear. His eyes were focused on her as he finally gave her the first taste of what she wanted.

When he finally pulled the flimsy material aside and dipped a finger inside of her, she was close to exploding. His long, thick fingers felt amazing, but she wanted more. Natasha began to struggle, pushing her hips toward him.

"You need to stop that and fuck me right now, Bryce Holland," she commanded him.

"I agree," he said, abruptly letting her go to begin undoing his pants. She reached forward and all but tore his shirt off, forcing him to pause. In seconds though, he was naked, his long, smooth cock hanging solidly between his legs.

She reached out, grasped it, and pulled it toward her.

"Slowly," she told him, using her hand to line him up with her drenched opening, pulling her thong to the side.

He nodded. That was good, because it was going to hurt at first. Looking forward to the pain mixed with pleasure, she wrapped one leg around him, pulling him tighter to her.

"Oh," she said simply, eyes wide as the first inch pushed inside her.

It was large. Very large. Probably the biggest ever. The morning was going to prove interesting. But for now...

"More," she commanded, eyes rolling back into their sockets as the first inch was joined by several more.

Then, without warning, he pushed himself inside her completely.

Her insides quivered sharply. It was too much to handle. Ecstasy exploded out of her as her walls clamped down around him as his cock made her orgasm simply from being inside her. Hands wrapped around his head, she held him close. He stared at her, drinking in the way her face contorted with the climax he had given her.

Being the center of someone's attention, knowing that they were riveted to you, was an intoxicating bit of knowledge. As the cries and muscle spasms calmed, returning her to a semi-normal state, it became clear that he was still fixated upon her.

"Fuck me," she commanded, wanting to feel him slam in and out of her.

Bryce obliged, pulling out slowly, leaving that agonizing feeling of emptiness behind, until he pushed back in.

Her walls could barely handle the constant expansion from him. It had been a long time, and never before had she handled a man quite so large. With his face buried in her neck, her hands and feet wrapped around his body, holding him tight, he fucked her until she came again. But this time she felt him tense, his groan of pleasure longer and more enhanced as his cock pulsed deep inside of her.

A moment later, as she came again, warmth exploded inside of her as Bryce filled her with jet after jet of hot liquid, emptying himself as he cried out her name, the room filling with noises of pleasure from both of them.

When Bryce finished, he stayed on top of her, gasping for breath as he tried to recover.

"How do you do that?" she asked through her own frenzied breathing.

"Do what?"

"That. This. How are you so charming, so perfect? How is it that I barely know you, yet I feel like I've known you forever? It's like some kind of magical connection."

Bryce paused for a moment, his expression clouding over before he rolled off of her onto his side. He didn't leave—his body still pressed up against hers—but she still felt like the conversation had taken a sudden shift.

"This has to do with whatever it is, that stuff you can't tell me, doesn't it?" she said with sudden clarity.

He nodded unhappily.

She thought for a moment. "You said you can't tell me what it's all about, correct?"

Bryce nodded slowly again.

"Can you tell me
why
you can't tell me?"

"Thomas has forbidden it," he said without hesitation.

"Why has he forbidden it?"

This time Bryce paused, thinking over his answer and choosing his words carefully as he spoke. "Sometimes certain things are not ready for some people to know."

It was a cryptic reply, but she was sharp. She could see what he was getting at. "It's to protect you, isn't it?"

"And you," came the sober reply.

"Me?" she said with an arched eyebrow. "Bryce, you just slept with me, and," she snaked her hand between his legs, "if I'm not mistaken, you're about to do it again. I think we're past that point."

"We aren't," he said somberly, his tone extremely serious. That wasn't good. The lack of acknowledgement about having sex again meant something bad was going on.

"How bad is it?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he said, equally silently. "It's tough to explain, without saying more than I should," he continued. "Hell, I've probably said more than I should already."

"Should I be worried enough to leave town?" she said, sitting upright.

"No, that won't be necessary. It doesn't involve you, because you don't know anything. As long as it stays that way, you'll be safe."

"How can you know that?"

No response.

"Let me guess, you can't tell me?"

Nod.

"Can you at least fuck me again?" she asked plaintively.

Nod.

Bryce

"I can't believe you haven't been out here yet!"

"I've only been here a few days," Natasha replied. "I've been a little preoccupied."

Bryce smiled. He couldn't argue that last statement. The past several days it had been his fault she had been preoccupied. Whenever they weren't working, they had been together, exploring each other physically, talking about their pasts, and learning what they could of each other.

Tonight they both had the night off again, so he had brought her to the restaurant for dinner. The Silver Bullet, despite being their workplace, had some
extremely
good food, so neither of them had any regrets about it. After a second glass of wine, he had asked if she would walk with him. To his delight, she hadn't been in the maze yet. Knowing that Chase was on patrol tonight, and that he would warn them of anything ahead of time, he confidently took her out there.

"It's so beautiful. So perfectly trimmed too," she said, her eyes picking up on all the fine details of the carefully sculpted hedges and statues that dotted the maze.

That was something about her that he loved. She was sharp as a tack, far more intelligent than he had ever given her credit for at first. Not to mention feisty, he thought, the memories of their time together bringing a grin to his face.

"What's that proud look for, mister?" she teased.

"Well," he said, pretending to be deep in thought as they exited the far side of the small maze. "I was just thinking about—"

Deep in the forest in front of them, something cracked sharply.

"What was that?" Natasha asked nervously. It had been loud.

"I'm not sure," he replied slowly. "But let's head back inside."

"Agreed," she said, not arguing as he put a hand around her and forcefully urged her to move.

"Go around the maze, it's faster," he urged, directing her to the left, to skirt the hedges where they could then make a straight run for it.

Another crack was followed by an eerie keening sound. It was faint, but his hearing picked it up at the same time he noticed movement in the woods.

"Time to run," he said as calmly as he could, giving Natasha an urgent push to get her moving.

She took off as fast as she could in the snow. They were running through an unmaintained area now, so the snow was deeper. It came up to her shins, slowing her pace considerably. Bryce was able to shuffle to keep up, his head tracking the movement as it drew closer.

"Faster," he urged as the apparition closed on them. The building was getting closer. They would make it he thought.

Whatever it was, he couldn't make out any details about it. Simply a shape, vaguely humanoid, cloaked in shadow and darkness, racing along from tree to tree, several feet off the ground. Even though he couldn't identify the nature of it, he knew instantly it had to be the same thing that had left the marks in the trees.

It was also closing with horrifying speed. Bryce gritted his teeth as the two of them surged toward the building, once again regretting his vow not to reveal his true nature and abilities. If he was able to change, he would at least have a chance, though he picked the odds to be in favor of Natasha and him reaching the door first.

Then disaster struck.

In her haste to make for the door to the restaurant and the hoped-for safety, her feet hit a soft spot, and her weight took her over to the side.

The apparition was on them in a flash. Bryce threw himself in front of her, bracing himself for the impact. His wolf surged to the front, its unnatural strength, reflexes, and agility infusing his human form. Fur sprouted slightly in several places as he tightly held the wolf in check, the change only partially initiated. It wasn't something he liked to do, because it was tremendously tiring, but right now it would hopefully give him the edge to survive the fight.

Ten feet shy of him, the apparition surged up and lunged at him.

He let out a loud, challenging snarl and went to meet it.

Except it wasn't there.

The distinct, dull sound of flesh on flesh thumped, and the apparition was gone, rolling across the ground in a tangle of what he could now discern were limbs. Between them was another wolf. It was Chase, he realized, fully shifted.

There was no more time to process. Even as he blinked, the air whistled and the attacker slammed into the side of Chase. His wolf cried out in pain and teeth flashed as they bit down.

The apparition screamed. The scent of fear flooded Bryce's senses. He risked a glance behind him. Natasha was lying still, eyes wide with shock as she watched the fight. She didn't register as he called her name once, then twice.

Slap!

He regretted having to do that, but the flare of anger in her eyes as his palm made sharp contact with her leg meant he had gotten through to her.

"Get inside. Now," he said, the last word almost lost in the growl that came deep from within his throat.

She scrambled away from him, looking at him in fear as he began to change. Behind him, Chase yelped again. Whatever it was, his packmate needed his help, and his mate needed protection.

Bryce's form changed in a heartbeat. The largest wolf of the pack, he wasn't known as the enforcer and guardian for nothing. He towered over Jake in sheer physical size, who was the next largest. It was time to end this.

Snow flew from beneath his paws as he darted forward at incredible speed, teeth clacking as he jumped into the fray. The tangy smell of iron was present. Chase was bleeding from multiple wounds, though none that he could see looked fatal. The small wolf tore another hunk of meat off whatever it was even as he watched.

Then the full brunt of Bryce's attack struck the apparition. He rode it down into the snow, his weight keeping it in place while his jaws rent flesh from bone, ligament from muscle, and sprayed thick, black blood around, darkening the nearby snow even before it melted.

There was no mercy in his attack, no desire to subdue it to interrogate it. This
thing
had attacked him, his mate, and his family. He wanted to kill it. There would be nothing left of it by the time he was done he decided, another large chunk of tainted, evil-tasting flesh ripping off beneath his jaws.

Yet the thing was strong, stronger than even he was. It recovered from the surprise of his attack, and the next thing Bryce knew, he was flying through the air. He struck the side of the hedge maze and went right on through. The other two combatants disappeared from his view as he hit the ground, rolling once before scrabbling back to his feet.

It had been mere seconds that they were out of sight, but as he leapt back over the hedge, clearing the eight feet in one bound, Bryce realized the battle had changed. Jake, the other wolf on duty, had arrived, and the attacker had fled back into the forest, its keening wail louder than ever now as it fled swiftly.

Bryce changed back quickly, rushing over to Chase. Jake joined him.

"I'll take care of him. Get inside, make sure she doesn't say a word, and get the others down here. Now!"

The command in Jake's voice was interwoven between each word, making it an order Bryce couldn't resist even if he had tried. That was why he was the Alpha. His command presence was stronger than any of the others.

"On it," he responded, already several steps to the building before he responded.

"The back door!" Jake yelled after him, not that he needed to.

Despite the attack, Bryce still had his wits about him. He was covered in blood, both his, Chase's, and from whatever that thing had been. The last thing the patrons at The Silver Bullet needed was to see him burst inside looking the way he did. So he took the back door, climbing the stairs swiftly. They opened up at the back of Thomas's office. Pausing, he used the phone on the desk to quickly call Holden and tell him to bring everyone.

He burst out onto the top floor, heading for the stairs to check for Natasha, when a voice stopped him.

"In here!" It was Joanna.

He burst into her office to find her and Natasha on the floor, backs against the wall on the far side of the office.

"What are you?" Natasha spoke before either he or Joanna could say anything.

"You may as well tell her," Thomas said from behind Bryce, who was entering the room now as well.

"One of these days," Bryce threatened, annoyed at the way Thomas could do that. "I'll tell her. Why don't you go out back and help Jake with Chase? He was pretty badly hurt."

Thomas, for once, declined to argue, instead heading for his office and the staircase hidden there.

"Where was he five minutes ago?" Bryce muttered, closing the door behind him. His anger wouldn't subside though. Although he didn't know for sure, it seemed likely that Thomas would have had no issue handling whatever the hell had attacked him and Chase.

"Is Ethan okay?" Joanna asked quietly from where she sat, knees pulled up tightly to her chest, one arm around Natasha, who was leaning on her shoulder. There were several tear tracks down his mate's cheeks, but for the most part, she seemed remarkably composed.

"He wasn't on duty tonight, he'll be here shortly though," he told her distractedly. His attention was completely on Natasha.

"You don't look scared, or very shocked," he said slowly, crouching down until he was closer to her level.

"I am. Trust me."

"But?" he prompted, feeling the unspoken word hanging in the air.

"I'm not completely surprised, either. I know things were going on. You told me as much, and there have been several clues as well. It's still a shock to realize that, holy fuck, werewolves
do
exist, but you guys aren't nearly as clever as you think," she said, strength returning to her voice as she spoke. "One thing I didn't realize though was how truly large you get when you, you—" she faltered.

"Shift," he supplied.

"Shift?"

"We aren't werewolves, Natasha. At least, not in the sense you might think. The moon doesn't affect us. Also, when we do change, we're completely in control. The wild animal isn't as strong mentally as a human, so we remain in charge of our actions. There's nothing to be scared of," he said, reassuring her.

"So, what do you call yourselves then?" she asked.

He was impressed. His mate had just had her world turned completely upside down with the revelation that there was more to it than just human beings, and she wasn't panicking or freaking out. If anything, she seemed—

"You're loving this, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.

"Well, I don't know if I would call nearly being killed by something non-human as loving it," she said dryly. "But knowing that all my childhood dreams and fantasies have a basis in fact, that something
paranormal
exists? Oh my God, I'm on cloud nine right now. I have so many questions for you!

"Well, we call ourselves shifters, not werewolves."

"Are there more than just wolves?"

"Yes," he said, without explanation. There would be time for the full details of his world later.

"So, what's the deal with all you security guys then? Are you all wolves?"

"Yes."

"So if you're the security chief," she teased, her voice stronger still, "does that mean you're the leader? The, uh what was the word I read...the Alpha?" she finished as it came to her.

"No," he said with a chuckle. "That would be Jake. I'm just the biggest."

"The muscle?" she said, bobbing her eyebrows suggestively.

"The guardian," he replied evenly, letting her know that he took his job seriously.

There was a clatter from Thomas's office.

"I'll be back. Stay here," he said, dashing out.

Chase was on the ground, back in his human form. It didn't look good. There was a huge hole in his side that blood was seeping from. He hoped it was a good sign that it was no longer pouring out of it, and that his accelerated healing abilities were fixing it.

"How is he?" he asked as Jake looked up at him.

"It'll be touch and go. He lost a lot of blood."

"Dammit. I should have shifted earlier. I could have helped out more." Bryce began to pace back and forth, unhappy with himself.

"Bryce, you're covered in blood. Go change, and clean yourself up."

Bryce snarled, but did as his Alpha said. There were plenty of changes of clothes available, so he snagged a set from the security office, and went into the washroom. With a quick wash in the sink with his hands, the worst of it was gone.

"Now I really wish we'd put a shower in here," he muttered, shaking his head as he hiked his leg up on the counter, rubbing it down to get the last of the blood off.

Several minutes later, still wet but at least clean, he emerged from the washroom. From his right, he heard the sounds of the door from downstairs opening. Not knowing who it was, he went to the top of the stairs and started heading down, hoping to cut the person off.

"Hi Bryce," came the annoyingly cheerful voice of Maria. "Can we talk?"