The Island Of Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance (8 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

Layla came to a stop in front of the porch, folding her arms across her ample chest. The coldness of her narrowed eyes was in stark contrast to the warm oranges and reds of a brilliant sunrise behind her. When she spoke, her voice held a cold, icy edge as well.

"Like I said, I'll be brief. Just because I'm a nice person, and I try to look out for other women, I wanted to let you know the
real
reason Eric brought you here to the island. Hint, it's not because he actually thinks you can solve the fertility crisis. Everyone in the village, except you, seems to know the
real
reason he brought you here.

“See, he brought you here under false pretenses. He lied to you. The real reason he brought you here is because he hopes to try to get you pregnant, to add a baby to the population. And all this time, you've been thinking he brought you here because you're a smart doctor, haven't you? Well, nope. He lied to your face. Just thought I'd let you know. Just trying to be helpful. If you have a single shred of dignity, you'll ask him to take you back home through the portal by the end of the day."

With that, Layla stalked away, smirking, cutting across a patch of rocky sand to the boardwalk.

I stood speechless, putting two and two together, thinking about some of the things Eric had said the night before. I didn't want to believe Layla was right, that Eric really had brought me to the island under false pretenses, but it did make sense.

The more of our previous night's conversation I recalled, I became sure of it. Eric had been about to tell me that even if the fertility problems of the women on the island were supernatural and unsolvable, the way I could still help would be to mate with him in hopes of producing a baby. It all made perfect sense. Even knowing that I was likely wasting my time, he'd allowed me to perform tests to try to get to the bottom of the fertility issues for over a week, all the while planning to seduce me once I felt comfortable with him, I was sure.

I felt furious yet more than a bit strangely turned on at the same time. And the fact that I was strangely more than a bit turned on only made me even more furious.

I could barely concentrate on my work at the medical clinic that day. Partly because I was angry with Eric and partly because I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to share a bed with him. For some reason, it also crossed my mind a few different times what it would be like to share a bed with
both
him and Nate.

Eric and some of his men were still dealing with the Gray Forms situation and weren't supposed to be coming back until evening. I texted Eric, telling him to please come to my bungalow when he returned to the village. I knew that once I gave him a piece of my mind, he was probably going to wish he was back near the lake with the Forms.

Once home from the clinic that evening, I choked down a few bites of dinner, then paced around with a glass of wine, still furious at Eric for not being upfront and honest with me about his intentions, yet still more than a little turned on at the same time.

When he knocked on the door around seven, I pulled him inside by the t-shirt, and shut the door behind him. Then I kissed him. Not just a peck, either. I kissed him holding the sides of his handsome face, my tongue hungrily seeking his.

When I pulled away, stunned at myself, I was nearly breathless, panting. "Screw you for making me feel like I wanted to do that. And screw you for not being upfront with me about why you brought me here to the island."

"Liz, what-"

"Layla paid me a little visit this morning, and she told me that the real reason you brought me here was in hopes of getting me pregnant. She basically told me you knew I probably wouldn't have success with the fertility problems, so your ultimate plan was to seduce me in hopes that I'll get pregnant and produce a baby to add to the people of the island. She said everyone has known all along that you brought me here under false pretenses. Everyone except me."

Still a bit breathless, I crossed my arms over my chest, having a difficult time keeping my gaze from Eric's full lips, which I desperately wanted to kiss again, to my extreme irritation.

With his dark eyes glassy, he heaved a sigh. "Layla. I should have known she'd try to meddle somehow. She'll do anything to interfere with me moving on with another woman. I made the mistake of thinking I could finally trust her to behave maturely. However, this will be the last time I make this mistake. I'll have her banished from Clearwater, right now, today."

"Well, great. But, bottom line, you're
not
denying that what she said is true."

Wincing, Eric sighed again, running his large hands over his handsome, square-jawed face. "I wasn't a hundred percent forthright with you, yes, it's true. I was going to come clean with you last night and tell you my intentions. I was going to ask you if you'd be willing to stay on the island and mate with me in hopes of producing a child."

"And this was your plan all along. Even back in New York."

"I can't deny that when I met you I wished with every fiber of my being for the chance to mate with you. I won’t even begin to deny it, because that would be an absolute lie.

“I knew I had to try to get help for my people, and although I knew it was a slim chance that you'd be able to figure out the fertility problems immediately, I still wanted to hire you to try. I want you to try to find a solution, even if the problem
is
somehow supernatural. Maybe there’s some way we can work around it.

“But in the meantime...yes, Liz, I want to mate with you. I want to try to produce a child with you. I think you could be very happy here on the island with me. I have a strong feeling I could be very happy with you.

“If it works, if you do become pregnant, it's possible that I could bring more women here to the island to mate with some of my men who are single, and in that way, it might be possible that my people won't die out, even if the existing fertility problems can never be solved. Please try to understand, Liz. I was trying to do what was best for my people. Though at the same time...I want to mate with you. Badly."

Surprising myself, I realized that I hadn't completely abandoned my plans from that morning.

I looked Eric right in his coal gray eyes, which were glinting with sparks of red and orange from rays of the sunset slanting in through the windows. "You want to mate with me badly? Fine. Then prove it."

I couldn't imagine that he wanted to mate with me more than I wanted to mate with him at that moment. One kiss simply hadn't been enough. I wanted more, and I wanted all of him. I wanted to see if he was as well-endowed as he was rumored to be. I wanted to feel every inch of his reportedly long length inside of me.

I didn't need to issue another challenge. Immediately after I'd spoken my words, Eric pulled me close and began kissing me as passionately as I'd kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, running my hands along his back, feeling every hard, muscular ridge under my fingers. Now that it was finally happening, I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to stop myself.

Still locked in embrace, still kissing, we began making our way down the hallway to my bedroom, briefly breaking our kiss a few times to lose our clothes along the way. By the time we reached my room, we were both completely naked, and I broke our kiss once again to rake my gaze up and down the length of Eric's long, hard body.

What I saw was that his body wasn't the only thing about him that was long and hard. What I saw made me whimper with desire.

To say Eric was
well-endowed
was absolutely correct, though maybe
very well-endowed
would have been even more so. His manhood, which was rock-hard, was also long, straight, and thick, so thick, in fact, that I couldn't even get close to wrapping my fingers around it. Though, when I tried, Eric groaned appreciatively and pulled me into bed with him.

I ended up on top of him, straddling him, and the feel of the head of his thick rod bumping against my slick feminine lips made me moan with anticipation and pleasure. I was ready for him, ready to slide down the length of his granite-hard pole and take every inch of him inside of me, but it soon became clear that he had other plans.

After lightly kneading my breasts, then teasing my stiffened nipples with his thumbs, making me whimper, he moved his large hands to my hips and gripped them. "I want to show you, Liz, just how beautiful I think you are. Just how gorgeous I think you are, every inch of you."

Displaying his shifter strength, he then lifted my hips, and with one smooth motion, he pulled me up to his face so that I was straddling his mouth. Somewhat surprised, because I'd never received pleasure while positioned like this before, I gasped while I felt his warm breath tickling the throbbing sensitive bud between my feminine lips. A moment later, when he slowly and gently began stroking it with his tongue while gripping my rear, I cried out, the sensation more pleasurable than anything I'd ever experienced before in my life.

He obviously enjoyed his task, making low growls and grunts of pleasure, which served to increase my own pleasure even further. I straddled his face, sighing and squirming, while the glow from the last rays of the sunset painted the bedroom in soft shades of gold and peach. When he increased the pace of his tongue, running his strong hands up and down my legs, I reached forward and grabbed the ornately carved headboard, moaning, then moved my hands to tangle my fingers in Eric's thick dark hair, pulling his head and face even closer to the source of my need.

After several minutes, a sudden, powerful climax crashed over me in waves, making me cry out, throwing my head back. With a low, long growl, Eric continued pleasuring me with his mouth until the very last spasm of my ecstasy had passed.

Panting, I sat back on his chest. "More. I want to feel you inside of me now."

Seemingly all too eager to comply with my request, he immediately lifted me by the hips and moved me down the length of his body to straddle his manhood. More than eager myself, I quickly positioned the head of his thick shaft at my entrance, then slid down the length of it slowly, inch by inch, making Eric dig his long fingers into the softness of my rear, growling.

I began riding him just as slowly as I'd slid down his rock-hard length, feeling as if I was entering some sort of a pleasure trance. While the bedroom became increasingly dim, time felt like it was slowing down, or speeding up, I wasn't even sure which. All I was aware of was the feeling of my body joining with Eric's, both of us moving rhythmically as one.

After however much time had passed, I felt an urgent need to increase my pace, and I did so, moaning. Seeming to realize I was approaching another climax, Eric began gently stroking my most sensitive spot with a single fingertip, increasing my pleasure and sending me over the edge. While I rode him hard, bouncing, I cried out, seeing stars; at the same time, Eric grunted and groaned his own release, filling me with the warmth of his masculine essence.

We rested in an embrace for a while before beginning another round of intimacy, this time with both of us on our sides, facing each other, my leg hooked over Eric's hip while he worked his long pole in and out of my slickness until I cried out with release yet again.

Once he'd also experienced the same, we held each other, listening to ocean waves crashing in the distance. Eric began stroking my hair, and I soon fell asleep, thoroughly exhausted and more satisfied that I'd ever been in my life.

The next morning, we showered together, then somehow found ourselves back in bed, where we enjoyed at least an hour of intimacy before we finally both rolled onto our backs, satisfied for the moment.

Once his breathing had returned to a normal pace, Eric began stroking my cheek, looking into my eyes intently. "Please tell me you'll stay. I wasn’t a hundred percent truthful when I told you why I wanted you to come here to the island, and that was wrong of me, and I'm sorry.  If you want to go back home, I understand. I'll pay you your full fee for your medical services for the women as well. But I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here on the island for at least a while longer."

With my mind going in a few different directions, I thought briefly before responding. "All right. I'll stay. Under one condition. And that condition is that you make a fantasy I was thinking about yesterday come true."