ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (213 page)

For a while, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of their breathing. Lance stroked Anita's hair, kissing her lightly on the forehead and then on her lips before holding her in his arms and feeling more satisfied than he had ever remembered. Something about being with Anita felt right, and holding her in his arms made him feel as if she belonged there. The moment that released his orgasm inside her, he had claimed her as his own. That sort of left him in a dilemma, because Lance had never ever intended to mate with a human being. If a human being discovered the fact that he was not one of them, but was a werewolf, he and his kind would be doomed forever. There was no way that he could trust any of them. He knew nothing about Anita, but judging from his feelings, he might have just made love to a pack mate.

*****

Anita was content to listen to the sound of Lance breathing lightly against her ear. The heat from his body was more than enough and she did not need a sheet to cover herself. At least now she knew that Boston’s most eligible bachelor and richest billionaire definitely wasn’t gay since he had just given her an Oscar award-winning love making. She felt her nipples pebbling at the thought of the sensations that he had just given her. Anita felt as if she was untamed when she was with him, and she had wanted to do wild things to him, scratching him and even biting him. She had even wanted to howl like a wolf. He would definitely have thought that she was nuts had she done that. But then again, there was the way that he had fucked her wildly, although she had the feeling that he was holding back. Could there be more to Lance Whitefield than meets the eye? She smiled to herself.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing.”

“Ah, don’t tell me that coming makes you laugh.”

His eyes were the color of amber, and she felt her heart skipping a beat as she gazed into them. “What I do remember is that I was screaming your name over and over.”

“Really?” she could see the heat within his eyes beginning to intensify again.

Anita felt like a sixteen year-old love sick girl, and she resisted the urge to sigh. This man was not only gorgeous, but he exuded an oozing sexuality that no other man she knew did.

“Anita, tell me about yourself.”

“What?” she could not believe that he was asking her such a question after the great sex they just had. She thought that the moment he finds out that she was a reporter, he would kick her out of the door and out of his life. Moving back on the bed, she sat up and looked at him, dreading the words that tumbled out of her mouth. “I'm a reporter with the Boston Herald.”

He stopped stroking her thigh. “What?”

“Yeah, I'm a reporter,” Anita would have preferred the heated looks that Lance had been giving her to the cold, blank stare he was giving now.

“But I thought you were…”

“What did you think I was?” she asked when he did not finish the sentence.

“Never mind.” It had to be the brunette. “So, did you get the story that you wanted?”

Anita decided that it was time that she told him the truth. “I had actually been hoping to get an interview when I snuck up here tonight.”

“Does that mean that you finally managed to get that interview?” Lance asked, getting off the bed and combing his fingers through his hair.

It was irritating to listen to Lance talking like that, as if she would trade the great sex he’d just given her for anything, better still, a story. “What do I look like, a whore? Do you see any hidden cameras or tape recorders?”

Despite the way that he looked at her in an insulting way, Anita found her body beginning to tingle with excitement. Her nipples pebbled when his eyes swept over them, and she could not believe that she was actually getting turned on despite what was happening.

“You never know, maybe you have a camera hidden somewhere inside your body.”

Anita slid off the bed and rushed past him in search of her dress. Crouching down, she picked up her dress.

“Don’t tell me that you are leaving. Why?” he asked, standing infront of her and blocking her way.

“If you think that I fucked you to make the headlines, then I'd rather get the hell out of here. Get out of the way, Senator Whitefield,” she said, trying to push past him.

“Anita, stay with me.”

“What? Why?”

“I honestly have no idea,” Lance shrugged. “A billionaire politician and a journalist don’t exactly make the best fuck mates, but I want you to stay. Spend the weekend with me; I would like to get to know you better.”

Anita did not know what to say, and she felt her throat going dry when she tried to swallow. “The weekend?”

“Yes, I wanna spend the weekend with you. I have a private place out of town in the countryside, and I want you to come there with me.”

Anita could not believe what she was hearing. This was the chance that she had been waiting for a long time, the chance to get to really know Lance Whitefield.

“But, the weekend time is going to be off the record, I can't risk a sexpose, it would ruin me. Promise me, please.”

As if she would ever discuss her intimate sex life with anyone, much less a newspaper. But how could she spend so much time with him and not get the urge to unveil the skeletons in his closet? She could figure out a way to do it without arousing his suspicions. She’d experienced the fun part with him, but now it was time to get to work.

“Yeah, you have a deal,” she said to him, trying to convince herself that she was going strictly because of work and not because she had some really serious feelings for him.

*****

“Are you out of your mind? Do you realize the sort of danger you are putting us all in if she finds out what you are? She is human.”

Lance listened to Barry going on and on about the way it was dangerous for him to be going with a human being, aware that Anita was inches away from him in the limo. “I'm aware of the dangers.”

“I think you have really lost it this time.”

“I think so too.”

“Being the alpha of the pack, I'm going to trust you on this one although I think that it is a really crazy idea.”

“Thank you, Barry,” Lance said, hanging up and hoping that he was not right.

He looked over at Anita, who was busy biting her lower lip, and he hoped that he was the reason for it. He felt his dick shifting in his pants and wondered how he could get so highly turned on by this bigger woman dressed in a tight fitting pair of jeans and a silk top. Seeing the way that her clothes hugged and caressed her body reminded him of how her skin felt against his. It had been almost twenty four hours since they had made love, and his dick was already aching to be deep inside her again. He felt as if his lust for her had only intensified and was still increasing until his alpha drive becomes complete. That would be when she becomes his completely. She had no idea that he was a werewolf and Lance could not think of a way to let her know. He wondered what she would think if she found out. Would she stay with him, or would she hightail it out of here and preach to the whole world?

Thinking about it that way, there would be way too many ‘what ifs’ going through his mind. Spending the weekend with her would give him time to think of a way to break the news to her. After all, she was going to be by his side as he built the Whitefield dynasty. The Whitefield werewolves had been around for a very long time, and they were not alone. Lance hoped that someday, the humans would come to recognize werewolves and accept them into society.

“I've never been to these parts before,” Anita mumbled, looking out of the window into the mountains as the limo made the climb. “It looks very beautiful.”

Yes, she definitely was. He loved the beauty of his private place, but this time he intended to concentrate on the beauty of her body, her big breasts and fleshy, creamy thighs. He wanted to watch her running her tongue over her lips. Lance adjusted his erection in his pants. “I really love it too; you should come here in the summer. It’s awesome.”

They finally arrived and luckily, no press lurked around the gate. This was going to be his time with her alone, and he did not want the whole world finding out about Anita and him, not just yet. If reporters were wolves, they would make excellent ones since they had the traits, such as hunting in packs.

“Wow, this really is beautiful.”

He followed her gaze to the house that stood on top of a hill overlooking the rest of the country side. There was a lake on one side of the house, and Lance loved this place. Here he was surrounded by nature, trees, fish and woods that he could run through tirelessly in his wolf form without anyone ever finding out. The chauffeur took their bags inside and then disappeared, and Lance led Anita into his home.

“This place is stunning, Lance. I love the way that it is furnished in such a simple manner.”

He was glad that she noticed. Most women would have already told him of how they would have liked the house refurnished with ornate stuff and all, especially knowing that he was a billionaire. “Thank you, I'm glad that you like it. Would you like something to drink?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He led her into the kitchen and got a bottle of champagne out of the fridge, pouring them each a drink. “I have an idea, how about we sit in the Jacuzzi and look at the stars?”

“Sounds like a plan, let me get my bathing suit,” she said, sipping on her drink.

“I don’t really think that you'll need that, I've already seen you naked and I wanna see you naked again.

She made as if to reply and then kept quiet. “Okay, I'll just get a towel for when we get out.”

Lance smiled at her and then gave her the directions to the bedroom, where their luggage had been put. She had better get used to the fact that this weekend she was going to be his, and she would be spending most of it in his bed. He took the champagne bucket out to the Jacuzzi and then went and got a bowl of strawberries. He then stripped and got into the water, the heat from the water a nice contrast to the chilly air. The smell of the woods and the earth made him want to shift and run off into the woods like he would normally have done. That was one of the reasons that he had bought the property; it was like his sanctuary.

His primal needs were strong, but he managed to force them away since there was no way that he could transform right now, not with Anita around. Once he had figured out a way to tell her the truth about himself, and if she ever accepted him, then he would transform. He still did not know what she would think. He had Barry run a background check and there really wasn’t much on her. She was twenty-five, lived with her parents and worked for her father. She was single and was extremely intelligent. The only thing that put him off was the fact that she was a journalist, but he could not stop her from doing what she loved. If she ever found out his secret, Lance hoped that she would keep it quiet, because his whole life depended on it. Anita soon arrived without any clothes on and stepped into the water. Lance moved over to the other side of the tub, pulling her towards him so that she sat in between his legs looking away from him, and wrapped his hands around her middle.

“I love the scenery from here; it is as if the moon touches the water in the lake,” he said.

*****

Anita nodded although she could barely concentrate on the lake, her body more tuned into the huge erection against her back, and the fact that his hands were under her boobs. “It is very beautiful.”

“Beautiful as you are, honey,” he said, licking her neck.

Anita shivered at the touch of his hot tongue, and she felt her nipples hardening with desire. He nibbled her neck, and Anita felt as if she was going to die. Lance rocked his penis against her ass and Anita shivered as if every movement was the first time.

“You have a very beautiful body, Anita; I've always wanted a woman with a body as hot as yours. It makes me want to fuck you over and over,” he said, his words making her dizzy as her pussy quaked with the need to have his cock buried deep inside it.

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, to touch him, taste him and do all of the things that she had always dreamed of. Maybe this was her only chance with this man who seemed to know all the right buttons to touch for her. She shifted her face to look at him and their lips fused together, his tongue beginning to caress hers and the sensations making her toes curl. Lance moved his hands over her breasts and began plucking her nipples, a pleasant wave shooting all the way to her needy sex. Getting off his lap, she got onto her knees in the tub.

“Stand up, I wanna taste you.”

He did as she ordered, his cock standing erect inches away from her face. She reached her head forward, wrapping her lips around the head to begin sucking on it to get a taste of the salty precum that had already formed at the tip. She wound her tongue around the shaft and began to draw it deeper and deeper into her mouth as she cradled his balls, sucking on him greedily.

“Fuck, Anita, that feels good,” Lance said, moving his hips forward and forcing his dick deeper into her mouth.

She continued to massage his balls lightly as she pumped her mouth up and down on the shaft. Anita loved every inch of the cock, loving the way that it was stretching her jaws. She felt a sense of power since she was the one in control now, controlling him with her mouth, her tongue, and she was rewarded by a groan.