Grey Wolf in the White House: The Trilogy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance) (2 page)

Beth sighed.

“I’ll go do it myself, then. You have
to learn to be more assertive. Oh, and while I love the long,
tousled look, I think your hair should be tied up for
work.”

Ari’s hand flew to her head.
This morning, she had done her long wavy blonde hair up in a
chignon, using two bobby pins to secure it. Right now, however, her
hair was hanging loose over her shoulders.
Oh no.
She realized that the bobby
pins must have come loose when she had jerked away from the shelf
and started to run. Not wanting to retrace her steps just yet, she
hoped that the creature hadn’t found the pins.
What if it saw me and knows they are mine, or something like
that?

***

Once she had returned home that
evening, she told Marco about her experience in hushed
tones.

“Seriously, Marco, I think the
President is… a werewolf.”

“Right, and I’m a vampire,” he said,
laughing.

“I’m not joking. I really saw it. He
was there one second, and suddenly he was a big grey wolf. His eyes
weren’t even blue anymore. They were yellow!”

“Uh-huh. I totally believe you,” Marco
replied, playfully swatting her on the arm. “Look, this internship
has been keeping you very busy, and you’re probably just stressed
out because of it. Maybe the lack of sleep is making you see things
that aren’t there.”

Ari wasn’t entirely convinced. She
hadn’t been losing that much sleep, and she was fairly certain that
she really had seen a wolf. Although… the idea of the President, or
anyone, being a werewolf was pretty ridiculous. She had never been
one to believe in supernatural creatures, and she wasn’t about to
start now.

“You know what? You’re right. I must
have just been seeing things. Anyway, I’m off to bed,” she
said.

She undressed and put on her
favorite pale pink and white satin pajamas. As she lay under the
warm blankets, her mind played the events of the day over and over,
trying to figure out if she had really seen anything.
No, Marco’s right. I was just
hallucinating.
Pushing the thoughts from
her mind, she drifted off into a deep sleep.

***

It was still pitch black when something
woke Ari up. It sounded like something was in her room, and rubbing
her bleary eyes, she half-sat up and looked around. As her gaze
fell upon her mirror, she gasped in horror as she saw two amber
eyes reflected in it. Before she could scream, a hand clamped down
over her mouth, and another pushed her back down onto the
bed.

Her heart raced as she
struggled against whoever – or whatever – was holding her down. The
amber eyes had disappeared, and all she could see on top of her was
the outline of a strong man pinning her to the bed. As her eyes
began to adjust to the darkness, she realized who it was.
President Remy Armstrong.

“Are you going to stop struggling?” he
asked, his voice an icy whisper.

Pulling his hand away from her mouth
for a minute, he glared down at her. Ari took the opportunity to
try to scream, and he clamped his hand back over her
face.

“Don’t bother screaming, my little
pin-up girl. No one will hear you,” he murmured, before pulling his
hand away again.

“I have a housemate. He will hear me,”
she said. “What are you doing here? Please don’t hurt
me!”

“He isn’t here. My agents took care of
that. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to return something to
you,” he hissed.

Releasing her from his grip for a
second, he reached into his pocket, and in the moonlight, Ari could
see a bobby pin clasped in his left hand.

“I believe this is yours.”

“No,” she lied. “That could be anyone’s
pin. Did they… hurt Marco?”

A nasty smile turned the corners of his
lips up as shadows danced on his face.

“They could have. But no, they gave him
a reason to leave. He thinks that there is an emergency at his work
right now.”

Placing the bobby pin onto her bedside
table, Remy pounced on top of her again and dragged her wrists up
above her head before settling his weight on top of her. Up this
close, Ari could smell a hint of expensive cologne mixed with
sweat, and she felt a treacherous heat beginning to build in her
body as he started to grind his hips against hers. She writhed
against him, trying to break free of his hold before her body
betrayed her any further, but it didn’t work.

A confusing mixture of primitive
emotions flooded through her mind. Even though she was terrified
and confused as to what was happening, the heat that was building
deep within her core told her that she was also getting excited by
this whole experience. Here she was, with the President of the
United States pinning her down to her bed and grinding against her…
this was like something out of a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. She
hadn’t quite decided yet, but she knew that her body was responding
to him like crazy.

“Please, just tell me what you’re doing
here,” she whispered.

He leaned in and silenced her with a
rough kiss. His face was lined with stubble, and it grazed her chin
as he continued his assault on her mouth, hunting for a way between
her lips with his tongue. When she didn’t open her mouth, he
nibbled on her lower lip before pulling away and moving his mouth
to her neck.

Ari moaned softly as he nuzzled her
throat, and his warm breath caressed her ear as he slid his mouth
over to it and murmured.

“Let’s just say… I have a very keen
sense of smell. I remember people’s scents, and when I met you two
weeks ago, I knew that yours was a special one. And then, who
should I find watching me through a secret door but you? You know
what I am now, so I thought I may as well come to you.”

“I don’t know what you are,” she said
breathlessly as she felt goose bumps prickle her skin.

“Oh, yes, you do.”

He kissed her again, and she felt as if
a bolt of electricity had just burst through her veins. His lips
were warm and soft, and felt magical against hers. This time, she
opened her mouth to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss as his
tongue entwined with hers, exploring her mouth hungrily. Remy slid
one hand underneath her back and pulled her closer to him, keeping
the other hand up above her head to hold her wrists
down.

Finally, he broke away.

“I know that this is a cliché; the
President with an intern… but you… you’re special. I knew it the
second I first smelled you,” he growled, staring down into Ari’s
eyes as he continued to grind his hips against hers.

“How am I special?” she
whispered.

“Well, aside from your incredible face
and body, you just have an intoxicating scent about you. The right
kind. The kind an alpha like me needs to be with.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirked.

“You know exactly what I mean. I know
that you saw me today. I’m a werewolf. I’m actually glad that you
did, because now I can claim you… as my mate.”

His eyes suddenly began to
glow amber again, and Ari gasped as she realized how wild the
expression on his face was
. God, he really
is a werewolf.
The earlier heat had become
an inferno raging throughout her body, and despite her fear and
uncertainty, she knew that she wanted him, whatever he was.
Badly.

Remy released her hands and growled as
he pawed at her satin pajamas.

“I want these gone,” he
demanded.

Ari obliged, unbuttoning the satin
shirt and allowing her full breasts to spring free from the fabric.
Remy growled again, and she saw his amber eyes burning with arousal
as he ran his hands all over her chest. Leaning down and sliding
his mouth back over her ear, he murmured something else.

“I’m going to fuck you, and when I’m
done with you, you’ll never want another man ever
again.”

As he spoke, his voice became gravelly
and even deeper than before, and Ari shuddered in anticipation. She
no longer cared that he had broken into her apartment in the middle
of the night. All she wanted now was to feel him touch
her.

He continued to slide his palms all
over the smooth, creamy flesh of her breasts, and then moved his
mouth down. Taking one of her already-stiff nipples in his warm
mouth, he sucked gently, and then traced small, delicate patterns
over her areola. Another bolt of electricity seemed to stream
though her body, and her mind was completely flooded with desire
for him.

As his mouth continued to move over the
soft skin of her breasts, one hand began to move ever-so-slowly
downwards, his fingernails trailing along her soft belly and hips
before reaching the top of her pajama bottoms. Reaching back up for
a moment, he grabbed her wrists and held them back up above her
head with one hand, before smirking and sliding the other hand over
the top of the satin fabric.

Ari whined softly in frustration as his
palm cupped her, and she ached for him to be inside her right away.
Despite his claim at being an alpha male, he was certainly taking
his time to tease her and get her ready for him.

“Do you want me to take these off?” he
asked, his eyes burning again.

“Yes.”

He grinned and used the hand that had
been teasing her to pull the satin pants over her legs and feet.
Groaning at the sight of her now-naked body beneath him, he shifted
his weight for a moment and pushed her legs apart. Settling back on
top of her, he resumed his grinding against her for a moment,
before sliding his palm back down over her bare thighs.

Leaning down and roughly kissing her
again, Remy continued to caress her thighs, and then began to
nuzzle her throat and lick over her earlobes. He started to reach
further up her legs, stroking her inner thigh, and then moving
higher and higher until he reached and gently stroked the sensitive
line where her thighs met her nether regions.

Ari moaned as he slid a finger inside
her, and she could tell how wet she was. A tingling sensation
started to build directly between her legs as he pumped the finger
slowly in and out, and she closed her eyes and began to move her
hips, trying to increase the pressure that he was using. Remy
growled and held her down, but gave her what she wanted. He curled
the finger inside of her and began to press against a sensitive
spot, and then placed the pad of his thumb over her
clitoris.

Ari moaned again, louder this time, as
she felt a pressure building deep within. Remy smirked and pulled
his hand away, slipping his wet finger into her mouth. She could
taste herself on him as she sucked his finger, and as she did so,
he released her hands from above her head and started to undo his
pants. Tugging his underwear aside, he yanked her legs even further
apart and positioned himself so that his hard cock was right up
against her opening.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he growled as he
rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit.

Ari was so desperate to feel him inside
her that she would have said anything.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Hard.”

He growled again, and the expression in
his eyes was that of a wild animal. Ari was suddenly afraid as he
glared down at her, but the fear disappeared in an instant when he
finally entered her. More bolts of electricity seemed to be
shooting through her, and she gasped with delight as he filled her.
As he began to thrust in and out, she ran her hands over his
still-clothed back, feeling the tight, strong muscles underneath
and pulling him closer.

Opening her legs wider, she wrapped
them around his back and gasped as he began to move faster. His
movements inside her felt incredible, and his groin rubbed up
against hers with each thrust. Soon, Ari felt herself getting close
to orgasm, and she began to whimper and moan with pleasure. Her
breathing was quick and shallow now, and minutes later she felt the
first waves of pleasure begin to descend over her.

As the incredible warmth flooded
through her, she moaned in wanton ecstasy, and felt her muscles
contracting erratically around Remy’s thick, hard cock. He grunted
with contentment, and began to slam himself into her even faster
and harder, his strong jaw clenched and his amber eyes glowing with
arousal.

Ari screamed with pleasure as he
continued his movements in and out of her, and he clamped a hand
over her mouth again.

“You like this? You like being held
down and fucked by the President?” he growled.

“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly before
gasping as she felt another wave of ecstasy surge through her body,
again satisfying her deepest urges.

Truthfully, she didn’t care that he was
the President anymore. The thing that was turning her on the most
was that he was a real, live werewolf. Just hours before, she
hadn’t believed in anything paranormal, but tonight had changed
everything. They really did exist, and were seemingly capable of
bringing her more pleasure than any other man ever had.

“I’m going to come inside you, little
girl,” he growled.