Alpha Mate: BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance (9 page)

Lucas ran his tongue over her aching peaks and her knees
buckled.

Oh yes, please. I'll have more of that, if you
please sir!

As if he had heard her—or did she just moan her
demand aloud?—he grabbed both breasts and suckled them hungrily
in turn. She could feel tongue and teeth against her flesh, his
sharp canines scraping lightly across her erect peaks before his
tongue skillfully soothed over her throbbing nipples. The heady mix
of pain and pleasure made her clench her muscles, the ache between
her legs becoming almost unbearable.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. Why had her
body come alive for
him
? He was a werewolf. A sinfully sexy
alpha werewolf, but still—he was one of
them
. She had
nothing against paranormals or weres, but she just couldn't forget
that her sister had been killed by a werewolf. Not any other were,
but a wolf.

And here she was, panting for him, writhing wantonly
against him, her fingers spearing through his hair as she pressed his
head to her breast, urging him to take more.

She wanted him.

As much as he wanted her.

She gasped, trying to blink her vision into focus. But
her mind was foggy with pleasure, her body pulsing and aching for
release.

When he tried to ease her pants down her hips again, she
shook her head. “No,” she whispered painfully.

“
I won't take you,” he promised.
“Just...let me pleasure you,” he grated against her neck.

Charlotte was almost mindless with need and frustration.
She let out a shuddering breath and a small sob. Her hand moved to
the inside of her thigh, and she almost screamed at the ache and the
clawing hunger that was becoming excruciating. The heat coiled low
in her belly, growing and spreading, burning to an inferno inside her
body.

She
needed
to be touched.

“
Let me ease you, Charlotte,” Lucas said
softly. “I will not claim you. Not until you want me to.”
Under a full moon.

Charlotte met his hazel eyes, and heard his last four
words with her heart, rather than with her ears. Almost
imperceptibly, she gave a small, shaky nod.

“
P-please...” was all she could manage.

Lucas exhaled raggedly, as if striving for control. He
closed his eyes and kissed her deeply, as his hands trailed down her
neck to stroke the sides of her breasts. His fingers traveled up the
swell of her breasts, making slow, torturous circles around her
nipples.

When he ran his fingers over her erect nipples, she
shuddered and gasped at his touch. Licking those dusky peaks, he
moved his hand between her thighs and rubbed at her core. She gave a
cry and ground down against his hand.

Lucas seemed to understand the desperate, painful need
that was clawing for release inside her. She gripped his shoulders
and gasped when he nudged his hard, muscular thigh between her legs
to allow her to straddle him. She instinctively moved her hips,
rubbing herself against his thigh, her hunger driving her wild. She
met his golden eyes, and saw the same hunger reflected in its depths.
A beast prowling, howling to be let loose. The fierce ache low in
her body was becoming almost too painful to bear. Charlotte jerked
her hips and groaned, when she felt her moisture pool between her
thighs. It had probably soaked through her panties and right through
her pants.

“
I need...” she breathed hard.
You.

Lucas's eyes blazed and his hands tightened over her
wanton hips. Baring his teeth, he knelt down and roughly pushed her
leather pants down her legs. He removed her boots and wrenched her
pants from her ankles. At the sight and scent of her soaked cotton
panties, Lucas's fangs and claws lengthened.

Charlotte glanced down and saw through her hazy vision
that his fangs and claws weren't the only parts of his body that had
lengthened. A very manly part of him had grown longer and much
bigger as well. The head of his manly part was beaded with moisture,
and Charlotte had a sudden urge to touch him, and taste that most
intimate part of him.

Lucas had stood up and hoisted both her legs up to his
waist, so that she was forced to wrap her legs and arms around him to
prevent herself from falling. But instinctively she knew that he
would never let her fall. He pressed her back against the wall, and
she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the wet fabric of
her panties.

Her flimsy, dripping panties was the only thing that
stood between his cock and her aching pussy. Would a pair of thin
cotton underwear protect her? Protect her from what? From her own
lust and rampaging libido?

What was it about this werewolf that made her heart beat
like mad, making every inch of her body ache and throb so
desperately?

True, he was handsome and sexy as hell, but there were
many handsome, sexy men all over the city. Demon and vampire males
were walking, winking temptations. So were most of the shifter
males.

So what was it about Lucas Rieve?

Her body wanted him, and him only. It was almost as if
her body...recognized him.

She blinked into his intense, golden eyes, trying to
clear her thoughts. But the feel of her nipples stabbing into his
solid chest made her moan and tighten her arms around his neck. She
arched her back and rubbed her nipples over his chest, savoring the
delicious friction between their bodies and the contrast between his
rock hard muscles and her soft, bouncy flesh.

He was all male.

And in his arms, she was just...his female.

Her proudly protruding nipples brushed across his chest
and touched his small, male nipples. Lucas jerked violently, as if
he had just been electrified.

Charlotte smiled, feeling a sense of triumph and power
over the alpha male. She liked what she did to him. She liked that
she seemed to unhinge him, a potent, powerful male, who was
struggling so hard to rein in his beast and his lust that he was
almost out of his mind.

She wanted, she realized with a start, to drive him out
of his mind with desire for her.

She breathed out a shuddering breath. She was playing
with fire. The thought thrilled her.

She ground her crotch down on his cock, feeling the
swollen head of his cock push against the wet, twisting material that
was the last barrier between them. With each roll and grind of her
hips, the material bunched and shifted, sliding to the side and
exposing more and more of her clenching pussy. With one hard thrust,
he would be inside her, his huge cock breaching her quivering, pink
folds and pushing deep into her.

She trembled, wanting him yet fearing him.

Lucas dipped his head to take her breast into his mouth,
and a high pitched keening sound escaped her throat. Her need was
now a spinning vortex, dragging her down and drowning her. Her
breaths came in sharp, ragged pants. Her brain was shutting down,
her vision blurring. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't
speak.

She clawed desperately into his shoulder, her nails
raking down his back. Lucas released her breast, and his mouth took
hers in a hard, fierce kiss. He pushing her back against the wall as
his tongue thrust into her mouth, hard and demanding. Charlotte
reached down and yanked viciously at her panties, almost mindless
with need.

She wanted him, now!

To hell with sodden panties.

She wanted to feel him, bare, raw, real.

Lucas caught her wrist to stop her from tearing
frenziedly at her own underwear. His eyes had turned completely
wolf. Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, he steadied her on
her feet before kneeling in front of her. He looked up and held her
gaze as he parted her legs. With a growl, he leaned forward and tore
her panties away with his teeth.

The feel of her panties ripping away from her flesh made
her cry out as more of her juices squirted down the inside of her
thighs. Lucas's nostrils flared and his feral eyes raked down her
body which was quivering with undisguised desire before him.

The look on his face, the wild animal hunger in his eyes
made Charlotte spread her legs wider for him. Lucas didn't wait,
couldn't wait any longer. He lurched forward, his mouth locking onto
her pussy. Lips, teeth, tongue were all over her, and Charlotte
grabbed her own breasts in a mindless frenzy as Lucas licked and
sucked her relentlessly. He laved her pussy lips with his tongue and
licked her juices from her folds. When his lips closed over her clit
and he began to suck it hard, she screamed as her pleasure began to
crest uncontrollably. Lucas's powerful arms stretched up and he
kneaded her breasts hard, thumbing her nipples furiously. His tongue
kept circling her clit, licking it, flicking it until she shattered
completely. Charlotte screamed in ecstasy, consumed by the most
intense, burning pleasure she had ever experienced.

When that drowning wave of pleasure gradually subsided,
and her senses slowly returned, Charlotte collapsed as sobs wrecked
her body.

Lucas caught her in his arms, and held her against his
chest.

The tears kept coming as if a dam had been broken.
Emotions, long buried, memories, nightmares, fears gushed out in a
torrent, as Charlotte clung to Lucas and cried. She cried for a long
time, releasing everything she had kept inside her for so long.

She hadn't cried when Charlene died.

She hadn't cried when her father died.

She hadn't cried for too long.

Lucas simply held her, enveloping her within his
powerful arms and letting his steady breathing and strong, rhythmic
heartbeat soothe and calm her. She breathed in the smell of his bare
skin, and pressed her palm against his heart, as her sobs quietened
down.

When she finally wiped away the last of her tears, she
saw that she was sitting on his lap on the dirty floor, half naked
with her t-shirt and bra pushed high over her breasts.

Mortified, she scrambled up and tugged her bra and
t-shirt back in place, and snatched up her pants and boots from the
floor.

Lucas stood up and watched her in silence as she wiggled
desperately into her pants. Where were her panties? Oh right. He
had torn into them with his teeth, ripping them right off her body.

Heat crept up her neck and face as she clumsily dragged
on her boots and flung her jacket over her shoulders.

She blinked repeatedly, staring at his beautiful naked
form just a few feet from her.

Lucas was holding himself perfectly still, watching her
quietly.

Charlotte started to shake her head with a dawning
horror.

What had she done?
What the fuck had she done?

Without thinking, she snatched her dagger out from her
jacket and closed the distance between them in a heartbeat.

The point of her silver blade was pressed against
Lucas's throat.

“
You gonna kill me?” Lucas asked. He had
the good grace not to look amused.

“
Yes!” Her hand shook and she slowly
withdrew her dagger. She exhaled painfully. “No.”

Charlotte stepped away from him, looking defeated and
angry. He heard her mumble under her breath, “What do I do
now? I failed...”

“
Charlotte, listen to me...”

“
No!” She put out a hand, refusing to look
at him. “I am not listening to you. You'll just tell me to
let you pleasure me, and...I'll let you! Argh!” She clutched
her head in both hands and marched away from him. “How could I
have just...stripped? How could I be so, so horny?”

Lucas folded his arms and listened to her string of self
admonishments and recriminations. She was pacing up and down,
twisting and wringing the front of her jacket, and occasionally
glaring up at him.

Lucas wanted to interrupt her and tell her that there
was nothing wrong with her lusty reaction to him. Even if her mind
resisted the fact that she was his mate, her body was unable to deny
it. They would be forever drawn to each other, and their desire and
hunger for each other would only grow stronger, peaking with each
full moon.

Wolf mates would call to each other during the full
moon, and once claimed and marked under the full moon, they would be
forever joined. Lucas had used to howl at the moon, calling out in
vain for his fated mate and receiving no answer for the larger part
of his long, long life. Until he had given up the idea of ever
finding his mate.

But now that he'd found her, he would be howling for her
this full moon, and she would answer. Her body would know to answer,
and she would be ready for his claim. A wolf always claimed his mate
for the first time in the light of the full moon. Their backs would
be bathed in that potent, lunar light, their naked bodies glistening
in the moonlight as the wolf marked and claimed his mate. Her body
had responded to him so sweetly tonight. Once the moon was full, her
body would be so wild and wet she would scream for him. Her need
would be excruciating, a need which could only be eased by him, her
fated mate.