Romance: In Love With A Beast (Paranormal BBW Panther Shifter Romance) (Shapeshifter Mystery Alpha Werebear Romance Short Stories) (62 page)

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I had drifted. There’s no paddle in here and…”

“It’s okay, I got you,” he said breathless. He handed me the paddle. I put it down on the floorboard. Then with one swift movement he hoisted himself into the boat. Emilio immediately, came to me. Hugged me and rubbed my back.

“Charlotte, my Charlotte. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay,” I said as I started to cry. He hugged me tighter.

“Oh my Charlotte,” he kissed me aggressively. As though he had lost me and now had me back. Then he let go and grabbed the paddle and began to paddle back to the shore. His shoulders were strong and with each movement I could see his muscles ripple. It was intoxicating to watch him be a man. Here was a man that had rescued me, and all I could think was, Robert was right. This is it. This is the moment he talked about in the letter. The moment I would think back and realize that us not getting married was the right thing to do. If we had I wouldn’t be here with this man, the real true love of my life. This is a man that, with out hesitation, dove in risking his own life to rescue me. He was focused on getting us back to shore, and it was exhilarating to watch it. Nothing made me feel more feminine like I did now. This man took care of me. He rescued me from a life of mediocrity and now he rescued me literally. I owed him everything. Yet he made me feel like I owed him nothing. It was his pleasure to do these things for me. It’s what he wanted to do. I was in awe of him. I felt more bonded to him now than I had with anyone ever in my life.

Finally we were in a few feet of water. He jumped out and dragged the boat the rest of the way onto the shore. He reached his hands up to me and carried me out of the boat. Now that his rescue was over he could give me his full attention.

“You sure you are not hurt?”

“Yes, I am fine really. I feel so stupid.”

“Water, lets get you some water.”

He put one arm around my back and escorted back to the house. He gave me water and told me to drink it in small sips until it was gone. All the while he was lecturing me in Spanish about not falling asleep in a boat that is not tied. When he was done nursing me, he looked at me and let out a big sigh and said,

“Charlotte, don’t ever do that again. You my corazon, Charlotte.”

Then he pulled me to him tightly and kissed me. It was an aggressive kiss. One that devoured me physically and emotionally, and I let out a whimper as I accepted it. I was struggling to hold back tears. The emotional experience of drifting out to sea and the beautiful words he had just said to me moved me beyond words. I let a tear trail down my face. Emilio wiped it away with his thumb. We stared at each other, locking eyes until we both knew we had to have each other right then and there.

He picked me up and laid me on the floor. He ripped off my clothes. The sounds of the material ripping were the best sounds of desire I had ever heard. I didn’t care about my clothes. I wanted him to tear them off me. He went down to my thighs and parted them with his strong hands. They were the same hands that had rescued me earlier. That’s how I thought of those hands now. He was my hero now and forever. He placed his face between my thighs and penetrated me with his tongue. He moaned out my name when he came up for air, “Aye, Charlotte.”

He went back down and licked me up and down. Then he pressed his tongue against my clitoris. First a soft pressure then harder. As he pushed harder he moved his tongue in circles. I was in tears. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. The beauty of it all was emotional. Emilio let me cry. He knew they were tears of happiness and there was a certain beauty in the bitter sweetness of my tears.

I arched my back up and he put his hands under me cupping my buttocks. He pulled me closer to him, pushed his face into me. He held onto me as I climbed higher and higher. Then I tensed up and my voice was lost, and one second later I came. I came into his mouth. He drank it up all the while saying, “Aye Charlotte, aye Charlotte.”

After he was done tasting me he crawled on top of me. I held him tight. It was astonishing and the most romantic thing I had ever experienced. I was so in love with this man. I kissed him again and again. Then I lay back and waited for him. He put his body between my thighs and placed the tip of shaft inside me. Then he put his mouth on mine and held that kiss and thrust himself inside me. We both moaned. It was glorious. He moved slowly inside me. It was more about connecting and being one than about climaxing. Neither of us were in a rush. I wanted him to stay hard for the sole purpose of being inside me. We stayed motionless and only kissing for long lengths of time, him still inside me. When we were done with our kissing and hugging he started to move faster inside me. He propped himself up on his hands and moved his hips forward and back in rapid succession. He moved in and out of me in short bursts. He hovered over me looking down into my eyes as he moved within me. Then we both started to breath heavily. I was on the verge and so was he. He moved faster and faster and then we both yelled out together. We exploded onto each other. Our juices mixing together as we both released ourselves, and let our flow between us. Emilio put all his weight on me and lifted his head up to kiss me. We kissed while he stayed inside me.

CHAPTER FOUR

The Grand Ball

The next day it was time for the ball. I was so nervous. I didn’t know if I would be good at keeping our secret. I dressed in a green gown of silk and lace. It was the best one I had. My hair had small white flowers pinned up inside of it and I wore white gloves. My father and mother escorted me to Emilio’s estate. When we arrived I had to act like I was in awe of the place. As though I had never been before. I looked around the grand ballroom and nodded at people saying hello while my mother and father talked. I scanned the room for Emilio. He was nowhere to be seen. Then the band started and every one danced the first dance. I sat on the side of the room waiting to be asked to dance.

Then it happened, I saw Emilio. He was standing at the front of the room with a woman. I knew her. It was Rose Harrington. She stood with her father and her arm around Emilio’s. I was confused. What was happening? The band stopped and Mr. Harrington took the floor.

“Thank you all for coming! If you are wondering why I am making an announcement instead of our host, the Viscount of Seville, it is because I have an announcement to make. As of this evening, my daughter Rose is engaged to be married to the Viscount!”

Everyone erupted in cheers. I nearly fell over. A sharp breath of air entered my lungs and I felt like I was drowning. How could this be? I saw Emilio standing proudly with a look of proud arrogance on his face. I was insulted, mortified and hurt. He scanned the room and his gaze landed on me. His face changed. I quickly turned and ran away. I ran to the French doors that opened to the outside veranda. I ran out and caught myself against the rail to hold myself up. I was dizzy with hurt. I was motionless for a good ten minutes. I was numb with pain.

When I finally got my senses back I realized that I had done this to myself. Emilio never proposed marriage and I had never asked for it. In fact I entered into this affair with only wanting sex. Then somewhere along the way I fell in love with him.
I
fell in love, not him. I straightened up and gathered my pride. I would go inside and find my mother and tell her I needed to go home. No doubt she would want to stay. I would take the carriage and have the driver return for them.

I walked in and found her. She was talking to some friends. I went straight up to her.

“Mother I…”

“May I have this dance?” a thick Spanish accent said.

My mother and all her friends turned to see that Emilio was asking me to dance. I couldn’t refuse with so many eyes on me.

“She would love too,” my mother added.

I was mortified. I bowed slightly and let him lead me on the floor. It was the most excruciating dance. I had to keep my composure and not cry. I had to do the steps and not make eye contact with him because I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I was cold in my manner. When the dance was over. I left the ball.

I went home and cried myself to sleep. I would have to just endure the pain and remember that I brought it upon myself. I would need to use the memories we made together.

That was it. That was the end of my affair with Emilio. I stayed indoors for a week. I didn’t want to hear any news of the engagement. I didn’t want to run into him in the village. I stayed in. I was back to my mundane life. Then one day a letter arrived. It was from him. He was inviting me to lunch. I tore it up and threw it in the fire. How dare he. I was disgusted by his behavior. He was engaged and he still wanted to be with me.

Two days went by and I got the same letter again. I did the same thing. This went on for another week. I was sick of it. I almost wanted to go to tell him to stop. My stomach hurt and I had to vomit every hour or so. Then it hit me. It hit me hard like a slap to the face. I had missed my last bleeding. I panicked. I knew though. It felt obvious to me. I was pregnant. I would have to tell him. Now I truly was a pariah. I would have to leave home and go stay with my aunt and uncle.

I got dressed and walked in the woods. Just as I expected Emilio was waiting for me.

“Charlotte, my Charlotte. I have been trying to…”

I slapped him across the face. “You could have told me you were engaged to Rose Harrington! That way I would not have been shocked at least. You are a cruel man.”

“Charlotte, it is not what you think. It was arranged by my father. I had no say in the matter. I didn’t know until the ball.”

I began to cry. I was so hurt.

“I am sorry I hurt you. I did not mean too.”

“I’m pregnant,” I said.

There was no point in not telling him right away. He was silent. Then he hugged me. I pushed him away. I beat on his chest with my little fist. Then he hugged me again. This time I let him. I was scared and I needed comforting.

“I will call off the engagement. I will take care of you. You are mine Charlotte,” he said rubbing his hand on my back.

“You can’t. You’re father.” I said crying knowing the situation was hopeless.

“No, I will not let him run my life. I have my own money. I do not rely on him. I am my own man. I should not have let him engage me to a woman I don’t love. He is in debt and he was trying to add more money to our family. That is his debt. I will not honor it. I am free of rules as I said before.”

“Emilio is this true? I want to believe you but after the ball. I do not trust you.”

“Yes, I understand that. Come let’s go.”

“Where?”

“We go to my house where I will write the Harrington’s to call off the engagement. You can seal it with my seal and my man will take it to their home. Then we go to your father and I tell him I am marrying you.”

I smiled at him. I was relieved to hear those words from his mouth. We made our way through the woods for the last time in secret. We went to his house and we did just as he had said he would. He wrote the necessary letters to the Harrington’s and to his father. Then we went to my home. My parents were in disbelief and shock. They had no idea we knew each other and the engagement was out of the blue. I did not tell them about my pregnancy but it might have been obvious because we married four days later. It was necessary to marry as soon as possible. Not only to make it seem like the baby was conceived after marriage, but because we could not stay apart any longer.

This was the end of my path to being a spinster. I went the untraditional route to finding love, but I found it. It took an untraditional and exotic man to capture and keep my heart forever

******

THE END

Alien In My Bed

An Erotic SCI-FI Romance

By: Heather Lewis

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Chapter 1

"Are you an alien?"

The question that Professor Olivia Monroe posed to the tiered rows of students sitting in the auditorium was one that fascinated and compelled her like few other questions in human thought, and she hoped that she was communicating her fascination effectively to them. Olivia had never embraced the idea that science was a cold, loveless, spiritless thing, a thing without wonder or awe, a thing lacking a soul. She had rejected that perception as surely as she rejected the image of "a woman scientist" as an asexual creature with her hair pulled back in a bun so tight that one expected her face to split like an overripe fruit; and drab, colorless, dowdy clothes. Olivia had always enjoyed being both a woman and a woman of science, and she dressed and carried herself accordingly. She looked professional; she never presented herself as some tart with a PhD. But she also did not present herself as a caricature of who she was. She was not just pretty; she was beautiful and she did not hide it. She wore just a little bit of makeup and lip gloss on her soft and feminine face. She let her light brown hair fall softly on her shoulders. Her nail polish was clear and the heels on her shoes not impractically high. She dressed in cottons and linens of softened but not muted colors. Olivia did subtle things to remind those with whom she came into contact that she was a whole person, not just her occupation.

From her lectern, Olivia used her iPad to progress the slide show displayed on the screen behind her to the tiers of students before her. Each advancing picture was an illustration of the points she made.