Den and Breakfast: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Honeycomb Falls Book 1) (6 page)

"Before what?" His voice is husky and low, raw in a way that sends a jolt of electricity right down to my pussy. He steps right up to me, his body only an inch away. I want to rub myself against him, every inch of his ripped magnificence. He leans in, and I can smell him, his masculine scent, a wild smell that speaks of the woods and clean fur, something inhuman and intoxicating. He leans in and I thrill, his nose almost touching my skin, scenting me, moving slowly across my cheek then down my neck. I stand frozen, trembling. Helpless.

Did he ask me a question? I know I should answer, but all I can do is groan as he slides a hand around the back of my neck, his skin rough, his fingers long, his confidence complete. I barely have time to inhale as he brings his lips down onto mine. A faint brush at first that sets off fireworks within my mind and sends a second surge of passion down to the fork between my legs, and then a full kiss, his lips firm on mine, his tongue entering my mouth, owning me, demanding that I submit. It's like no kiss I've ever had, pure lust and desire. I moan, his hand firm on the back of my head, our tongues slipping over each other with sinful need.

I press my hands against his chest, marveling at the heat that radiates from his smooth skin, his broad muscles, then run my hands down his rippled abs. He presses his hot body against mine, our kiss deepening, and I'm lost, I'm falling, I'm spinning down a well of fantasy and lust with no end. I move my hands up to his shoulders and dig my nails into him, and I feel him smile against my lips. His hands move down my body, claiming me, cupping my full ass and squeezing it. Oh, god
damn
. I press my hips forward against him, and feel his rigid cock against my stomach, straining against his jeans, larger than I'd even imagined.

"That's all you, Rachel," he says, our lips parting for but a moment. "You've been driving me crazy since you got here. This body. These lush curves." As he speaks he traces my contours, admiring with his touch.

I can't believe he's saying these words. I've grown to love my body, but around decadently hot men I can't help but get self-conscious. With Blake, however, my usual jitters are gone. There's just no room for them. No room for anything but my hunger for his wicked body. His need for mine.

My nipples have grown almost painfully hard, and as he kisses me again I feel a feverish flood of heat pour through me, causing my heartbeat to pound in my ears. I'm lightheaded with desire, and we haven't even gotten to the good parts yet. What is he doing to me? I've never needed to get naked so fast, but still he's torturing me with his kiss, making me lose my very sense of self.

His lips move down my neck, and he growls as he bites me lightly, his teeth grazing my skin and causing my whole body to go tight with tension. His stubble is just long enough to rasp against my skin, and the feel of it against my neck causes my pussy to throb as I dig my fingers into his shoulder-length hair, holding onto him as if we were standing in the middle of a hurricane, winds trying to pry us apart.

His hands are on my breasts, squeezing them through my top, large enough to take their full size in each palm, pinching the nipples so that I gasp. Sex with Paul was never like this. I've never had a connection with a man like this, the sense that he was fully and utterly focused on me, my body, hungry for my curves, wanting nothing more than to taste and explore and dominate me.

Blake tips my chin up and kisses my neck, down to the hollow of my throat, a low, mind-blowing growl in the depths of his throat, as if he's fighting his own urge to move faster, reining in his wolf.

I close my eyes and cup his face between my hands. "Wait," I hear myself saying.
What?
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

He pulls back and straightens, so that I'm staring right into his searing gold eyes. His sizzling gaze holds me in place, and then the corners of his lips curl up. "A good idea? That, I don't know. But I want this." His voice is raw and low, and thrills me through and through. "I want you. I've needed you since I first saw you. I want to fuck your pretty lips, I want to part your sexy thighs and slide my hard cock into your wet pussy." He leans forward and presses his lips to my ear, his words bypassing my mind and going right down to my throbbing sex. "I want to fuck you raw, over and over again. And then I want to come deep within you, till I've got nothing left to give."

He bites my earlobe, his breath hot, and I feel the last of my hesitation melt away. Game, set, and match.

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Chapter Six

Without hesitation, Blake scoops me up as if I weigh less than a feather. I marvel at the smooth way his muscles move, effortless and hot, and he carries me around to his front door and kicks it open. I have a brief flash of his home, a small room lined with books, and then he's lying me down on his bed as if I'm a priceless treasure. His sheets smell of him, of pinecones and loam, of the wild and the wind through the trees. My heart is thudding, my pulse racing, my stomach tremulous with excitement and fear. He extends a finger toward me, and my eyes go wide as a claw extends from his fingertip, wickedly sharp and long. He hooks the top of my shirt and slices it right down the center, the fabric giving easily before its sharp edge. I couldn't care less about the shirt, and the reminder of whom I'm with - a dangerous shifter, a werewolf, a man who is more beast than human - pushes me over the edge.

"You're beautiful," he says, admiring my body, eyes filled with a lust that I've never seen before in the eyes of a man. Oh god, what have I been doing all my life, wasting my time with guys who act like I should thank them for being fucked? Wasting my nights with men who think that just because I'm curvy I'm grateful for any attention I get, and just take take take? This is what I've needed all my life, this connection like a live wire, this super-charged atmosphere of erotic desire. For the first time I don't have even a moment's care for my soft tummy, and when I unclasp my bra and slip it off, his growl of appreciation sends shivers from my head to my toes. Oh yes.

He bends his shaggy head down to my nipples and licks one and then the other, cupping my breasts with both hands. The sensation of his tongue dancing from one nipple to the other, circling my aching nub and then his lips sucking it in causes me to arch my back. My pussy clenches, and I feel a fiery ache blossoming within me, his tantalizing dance across my nipples driving me insane. He squeezes my full breasts, pushing the nipples together so that he can lick them both at once, and then nips one with his teeth in a way that sends a flash of pleasure into my core. I can feel my pussy cream, my arousal beyond all measure.

"You are one fucking sexy woman, Rach." His voice is rough, and I can hear his slipping self-control. "So lush. So ripe. So perfect for fucking."

I smile and close my eyes, wriggling beneath him, arching my back as he leans back down to tease my nipples, squeezing my breasts, licking the valley between them then suddenly moving up to kiss my lips, his tongue urgent, his ripped body pressed fully against my own, his skin searing against mine.
Rach
. How did the nickname come so easily to him? Is this real? Is this even happening? Am I about to get fucked by a rough and gorgeous werebeast?

His rock-hard cock promises that I am. Fucked raw. I lower my hands to his jeans and touch his cock where it emerges from his jeans, wrapping my fingers around his head, feeling the dampness of pre-cum on the tip. I slide one hand inside his jeans, marveling at his size, how long and thick he is. He growls playfully and shifts, pushing himself up onto his knees. I rise to my elbows and watch as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them. His cock springs free, and my eyes go wide. It's perfect. I'm a big girl, and god damn it I like big cocks. A cock that will stretch me and fill me just right. His promises to do just that. Sitting back on his heels, he grasps it by the base, his face dangerous, eyes gleaming gold. I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly strokes his cock, completely unabashed.

My heart has gone from racing at a million miles an hour to stopping altogether. I can't breathe. I've never wanted anybody this bad. Never wanted to be fucked as if my very life depends on it. I lick my lips, and when he stands to shuck off his jeans altogether I don't hesitate, rising up and swinging my legs over the edge of his bed to take his cock in one hand, his balls in the other.

I rub my thumb over the slit in his head, lubricating his skin. It feels like holding a massive rod of steel rebar. Ridged and powerful and as hard as granite. I look up at him, loving the mixture of need and hunger writ large on his handsome face, the feral impatience matched by his human mastery of himself. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Blake?" I make my voice innocent, my eyes wide.

"Like nothing else in this world," he growls.

I smile and lean forward, taking his head into my mouth. His hands are in my hair, and I hear him groan as I undulate my tongue beneath his head, working more and more of his length into my mouth. There's no end to him, and when his head hits the back of my throat there's still enough room for my hand to wrap around his base and work his shaft. I massage his balls as I slowly work him, tease him, sucking and licking, pulling him out to kiss down the length of his cock, then pressing it against him so that I can swipe my tongue all the way from the base to the tip, watching his face as I do. His jaw is tensed, his eyes almost closed, the light of the single naked bulb causing the stubble on his jaw to glow red. His whole body is tensed, his muscles coiled, restraint fighting his need for release.

I love it, and suck him harder, working him, letting loose, thrilling as I hear him groan. I reach around to cup his perfect ass with one hand, pulling him closer, and fight to take all of him into me, pushing my lips closer and closer to the thatch of wiry hair around the base of his cock. My lips stretch out wide as he slides in, and I squeeze his ass as he fills me like nothing ever has.

"Holy fucking Christ," he groans, body straining. "You are so fucking hot. Like that. Fuck. Just like that."

I pull back with a gasp and a grin, and then pump him, moving my fist up and down his length, till suddenly he interrupts me and pushes me back on the bed. "Not yet," he says. "I want to save myself for your sweet pussy." He unbuttons my pants and I help him slide them over my broad hips and legs. He tosses them aside and parts my large thighs, kneeling down so that his face comes level with my cunt. "God. I've been smelling this sweetness for too long now." My panties are wet from my desire, translucent almost, and I expect him to tear them off only to feel him gently part my thighs wider, as wide as they go till I'm completely open before him. Most guys won't go down on me, complaining that it's too much work, cutting right to the chase, but Blake seems determined to enjoy every moment of the experience.

And I'm more than happy to let him. Resting my head back, I feel his lips work along my inner thighs, his strong arms wrapping around them, holding me open. I can't help but raise my hips off the bed, wanting to bring my clit closer to his face, but I hear him laugh quietly beneath his breath. "Patience, Rach. We've got all night."

All night?
I nearly faint from the thought.

He gets closer, nibbling and kissing, his stubble faintly scratchy, his lips soft, his touch fiery. I toss my head from one side to the other. I want him, I need his touch on my wet slit, I need release. This build-up is too much. But when he finally gets close to my lips, he passes right over my pussy to my other thigh. I groan in desperation and feel him smile. The fabric of my panties suddenly parts, sliced away, and I feel the cool air of the cabin against my lips.

"You're perfect," I hear him whisper. "I'm going to own this pussy. Drink you deep. You're mine."

I reach down to run my fingers into his hair again, and when he flicks his tongue like the touch of a lash on my slit I whimper.

"Harder," I say. "Please, Blake. I need you. Now."

Then my whole body goes rigid as he licks me from ass to clit, his tongue broad, conquering me, tasting me, a swipe of ownership that is rough and perfect and overwhelming. I strain, hips coming right off the bed, fighting the urge to squeeze his head with my thighs. Again he licks me, the tip of his tongue grazing my clit, and my whole body jerks from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Down, tongue tip slipping between my lips and into my creamy wetness. I hear him growl with pleasure, and the vibration right against my clit is too much. His tongue explores me, my folds and depths, tasting, savoring, lapping and licking. I've never been taken like this. If I felt feverish before, I'm positively delirious now. My head tosses from one side to the other, my hands leaving his head for my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. I'm moaning uncontrollably now, writhing under his tongue, helpless, at his mercy.

His tongue pushes deep into me and I cry out. Deep into my canal, and my pussy clenches around it, wanting him, needing him to go deeper, to fill me up. Out and up to my clit, which he circles and teases, building my fire to an inferno. I'm gasping, the ceiling of the shed out of focus. On the hotness scale of 1 to 10 this has broken right through to ten trillion.

"Blake, stop, stop, you're ruining me." I don't even know what I'm saying. "Don't. You're ruining sex. Nothing will ever be this good again."

He laughs deep in his chest and steps up between my thighs. Oh god. The moment is here. I blink and look down, his sculpted body positioned right over me, his cock grasped in one hand, the head resting right above my lips. His eyes teasing, tormenting. "You ready to be fucked?"

Oh, those words. "Yes. Yes yes yes, a thousand times over."

And he slides into me. Thank god that I'm wetter than the ocean, because otherwise I don't think I'd be able to take his girth. His full manhood, which sinks in one smooth push to the hilt, all the way in. My whole body goes stiff, my mouth open, but I can't breathe, I can't think. He's stretching me to my limit, almost to the point of pain, but it's heaven, it's ecstasy. I strain, unable to cry out, to let loose the scream that's trapped in my throat. How can any one man be this perfect? He grunts as he pushes deep into me, his hips meeting mine, and then slowly he pulls free, the ridge around his cock head leaving a trail of shivering, wild ecstasy in its wake.