Chosen for Her Curves (Werewolf BBW Erotic Romance)

Chosen for her Curves

BBW
Werewolf Erotic Romance

©
2013 Celia Sykes

Kindle
Edition

I knew Luke
was bad. In a small town like Black Rock Montana, everyone knew everything, and
I knew I should stay away from Luke. He was a wolf with a reputation. He was jealous,
secretive, possessive, and I wanted him. The way he looked at me with complete
desire in his bright green eyes, like there was no one else in the world, like
he had to have me, like he was driven by some deep hunger that went beyond
reason: no one had ever looked at me like that before. Even my ex, Jeremy
hadn’t looked at me like that in all the time we had dated. Instead, he had
criticized me for not being skinnier like
his
ex.

As the son of
the town’s alpha, Jeremy was always going on about how important he was and how
thankful I should be to be with him since I wasn’t even full wolf. As far as I
cared, all the wolf stuff was bullshit anyway, a tall-tale that members of the
pack told each other to keep order. It was a way of justifying who was in
charge and who was an outcast. If you did something to annoy Jeremy’s father,
you were thrown out of the pack and were shunned by almost everyone in town.

Unlike me and
unlike Jeremy, Luke wasn’t a member of the pack. As far as I knew, he had never
been. I just knew he was off limits. I wasn’t supposed to talk to him or
associate with him. And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to sleep with him. Of
course, I hadn’t even spoken with Luke before that night. I had only seen him
in town and on nights out at The Spoke, but I had caught his glance more than
once, and it alone had been enough to make me want him. The way his eyes seemed
to look straight into my soul made me weak in the knees. I didn’t care what
people said about Luke. There was something deep inside his eyes that made me
want him, that made me want to give myself to him completely. I don’t want to
say it was darkness or anger; it was something different than that. Something
wilder.

That night was
my
two week
anniversary of dumping Jeremy’s cheating ass,
and I had decided to celebrate by meeting a few friends at The Spoke. None of
them had shown up yet, and I couldn’t help but notice Luke across the room. He
wore a clean white t-shirt and a dirty denim jacket. Somehow, he pulled the
look off. He even had a few streaks of soot or dirt on his face, which only
highlighted his cheekbones and jaw. It took me a minute to realize that he was
looking back at me as I looked him up and down, but when his eyes met mine, I knew
I had been caught.

Immediately, I
looked down at the bar, trying to pretend that I hadn’t been checking him out,
but Luke hopped up and started walking over to me. In a few seconds, he’d be by
my side. I looked up again to see if he was really coming over to me, and he
raised one eyebrow. I looked down again and tried to think of what to say.

In truth, I
had fantasized about this moment more than a few times. Late at night, when I
was home by myself, alone in my big bed, I’d imagine myself sitting at the bar
as Luke watched me, imagining him getting turned on just by watching me,
imagining his cock getting hard as he approached me. I’d imagine him walking up
behind me at the bar, placing his hands on my hips and whispering in my ear for
me to unbutton my jeans. Then he’d slip his hand right under my pants, right
against my bare skin and slide his hand between my legs. By the time his hand
reached my pussy, I’d be dripping with excitement. Then he’d slide two thick
fingers inside my core and begin to finger me as the entire bar watched. The
fantasy was enough to fill me with lust and make me wet with desire. I had
gotten more than one good night’s sleep after satisfying myself to that dream.
Now that Luke was looking at me that way for real and actually coming over, I
was terrified. I was so turned on that I was almost breathless.

I could smell
the deep musk of his cologne before he said anything to me. It was manly and
sexy as hell. If his scent drove me this wild, I wondered what his touch would
do. Then Luke leaned in and placed his hand on my shoulder, pressing his
fingers against my soft skin. His touch felt amazing, and it sent thrills
surging through my body. His fingers were just as wide and firm as I had
imagined. I tried to slow my breathing, but then he said, “Let me buy you a
drink.”

Play it cool
, I thought. I turned and
faced him. His bright green eyes were even more intense up close. His stubbled
chin looked even sexier, and I looked at him with a dazed grin. After a moment
I shook my head and said, “Alright. I’m Allison, by the way.” I held out my
hand and Luke laughed and sat down next to me.

“Ally, we’ve
lived in the same town of 600 people for years. Hell, we went to high school
together. I know who you are.”

 
“You do?” I asked.

Luke nodded.
“And you know who I am too.”

“I do,” I
replied. “I think everyone in this town knows who you are.”

“The price of
being a lone wolf.”

“I guess
that’s one way of putting it,” I said. I smiled at Luke as the bartender handed
us two drinks. “Although, I’m not really sure I know what you mean.”

Luke grinned
and placed his hand on my thigh. “It means I don’t take orders, and when I see
something I want, I go after it.” He looked up and down my body again, letting
his eyes linger on my curves as he slid his hand a little further up my thigh.
The way he moved was so slow and confident, like he was turning up the
thermostat in a room. Each inch he slid his fingers made me more and more
turned on. I wondered if he could tell how much I wanted him. I wondered if he
knew that I was getting wet with anticipation just waiting for him to make his
next move. God help me, if he tried to slide his fingers underneath my jeans, I
might just let him.

At the last
moment, I regained my senses, and placed my hand down on his. “So what took you
so long?” I wanted to know why a man like Luke was suddenly so interested in
me. After all, he could have had any woman in the bar if he wanted. He was so
far out of my league that it wasn’t even funny.
And now he was hitting on me?
Something had to give.

“You had a
boyfriend, and then you disappeared for a while.” Luke pushed his hand over the
inside of my thigh. His touch sent shivers through my body and made me gasp
with excitement. I knew he could tell how turned on I was, and I knew he was
enjoying himself. “Now I’m here, and you’re single, and I want you. How about
you and I get out of here?”

As much as I
wanted to say yes, I wanted to test him a little bit. I still didn’t know why a
gorgeous man like Luke was hitting on me, and I wanted to make sure that he was
looking for something more than an easy score with someone on the rebound. I
wanted to know that he wanted me. “You’ll have to convince me first,” I said.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom, and I want you to think about what you can do
to convince me to accept your offer.”

I pulled
Luke’s hand off my thigh, got up and headed over to the bathroom. As soon as I
closed the door behind me, I started to breathe heavily. “Ok, ok,” I whispered
to myself, “get a grip, Ally, he’s just playing around with you. He’s probably
waiting for someone and just biding his time. You can’t let a guy play with you
like this.” But I couldn’t shake the thought of what it would be like to give
myself to him, to have one night of pure bliss with a bad boy like Luke. Hell,
it would be a great way to prove to myself that I was completely over Jeremy,
and that I could do what I wanted. If Luke was trying to use me, maybe I’d use
him.

That whole
line of thought sounded great, but what would happen if I actually slept with
him? I had never been good at casual fun. I always fell headfirst for any guy
who showed me any attention, and Luke had shown quite a bit of interest. I
wanted him badly, but did he really want me? I looked at myself in the mirror,
and I tried to see myself the way Luke might see me. I tried to imagine him
telling me exactly what to do. It was kind of hot. I could feel my arousal, my
juices soaking into my panties. I don’t know why I did it, but I unbuttoned my
jeans and slid my hand down between my legs and began to rub myself, slowly,
gently, rubbing my fingers against my clit and down over my labia in long, slow
strokes. I moaned with delight as I thought of what it would feel like to have
Luke inside me, and then I slid my hand back out. Maybe I could go through with
this after all.

As I smiled at
myself in the mirror and got ready to step back out into the bar, the bathroom
door swung open and Luke stepped inside. Before I realized what he was doing,
he locked the door shut behind him and stepped toward me. “I’ve realized what
I’m going to do to convince you.”

“ Luke, you’re
not supposed to be in here,” I said. Instead of answering my question, Luke
pulled himself against me and took a deep breath in, like he was inhaling my
scent. I don’t know what about it turned me on, but that made me want him more
than ever. Then he kissed my neck, pressing his lips against my sensitive skin
and sending new thrills through my body. By the time he lifted his lips to
mine, I felt like I was melting in his arms. His kiss was firm and slow and it
made me want to tear my clothes off and let him kiss me all over.

As I slid my
tongue against his, Luke grabbed my ass and pulled me against himself, grinding
his hips against mine. The bulge of his erection pressed against my crotch and
I ground against him harder, wanting more than anything to whip his cock out
and slide it inside my core. This was crazy. I knew it was crazy. I was making
out with a guy I barely knew inside a bathroom at a bar. But I didn’t care
because it was hot, so hot that I didn’t care if the whole bar figure out what
we were up to.

Luke stepped
back and ran his hands over my sides. “Do you want me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I
replied.
Of course I wanted him. I was
nearly dry fucking him in a bathroom. What else could this be?

“Then I want
you to trust me.”

“Trust you
with what?”

“You’ll see,”
Luke said with a grin. He slid his hands over my hips and over my lower
abdomen, slipping his fingers around the button above my zipper. I nodded and
he undid my pants and pulled them and my panties around my knees. “Lean back
against the sink,” he commanded me. I leaned back and felt the cool tile
against my ass as Luke knelt down and pressed his tongue against my clit.
Before I could say or do anything, a surge of pleasure rushed through my body,
and drove any and all thoughts out of my mind. Luke began to lick and suck on
my clit while he rubbed the rest of my pussy with his fingers. Then he slid two
fingers inside me and stroked. Each movement of his fingers accentuated the
overwhelming thrill of his tongue against my clit, and I moaned with delight as
he worked his magic.

Luke ran his
free hand up to my breasts and grabbed and squeezed and caressed my tits as he
continued to eat me out. The he slid that hand back down over my hip, slowly
working his way down to my thigh. The whole time, he kept his tongue firmly on
my clit, only moving it to lick my labia between the wonderful strokes of his
fingers. Soon he had me on the brink of orgasm. I reached down and ran my
fingers through his hair. It was short, but just long enough to grab on to, and
as I started to cum, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face harder against my
sex, increasing the pressure and the pleasure as Luke sent surge after surge of
delight through my core. I tried to stifle my cries of bliss, but I couldn’t
help but let myself moan and sigh and tremble with delight.

As Luke pulled
back, I felt the waves of pleasure still rolling inside my body, and I felt
flushed and excited. Luke stood up and grinned at me as he continued to rub my
mound. Had I just taken what I wanted from him? Or had he had his way with me?
Maybe it had been a bit of both, but I could tell that he was pleased with
himself. “Was that supposed to satisfy me enough to leave with you?”

“I did that
for myself,” Luke replied. “There is nothing in this world sexier than a woman
who is completely turned on, and you were completely turned on. If you want to
find out what else I’m capable of, you’ll have to come with me back to my
place.” Luke reached down and pulled my panties and jeans back up around my
hips. Then he kissed my neck again and whispered in my ear, “Trust me. I’m
capable of so much more.”

Luke turned
around and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to wonder what the hell had
just happened. I splashed my face with cold water just to make sure I wasn’t
dreaming, but this was all too real. Luke was waiting for me in the bar, and
there was a good chance that half the bar had heard what we had done. God, if
any of my friends had arrived, they’d probably kill me for associating with
Luke, but I didn’t care. I wanted to know exactly what Luke was capable of. I
wanted to know why I wasn’t supposed to talk to him and what would happen if I
let him take me home.

When I finally
gathered the courage to leave the bathroom and walk back to the bar, Luke was
gone. He had left twenty bucks on the bar to cover the bill, and there was no
trace of him anywhere inside the bar. I went outside and saw one truck on in
the parking lot. It was Luke’s.

“What the hell
did you think you were doing, leaving me in the bar by myself? I wasn’t even
supposed to talk to you, and then I let you do whatever you did in the bathroom
and you just head outside?”

“It was for
your own good, Ally. No one saw me go into that bathroom, and nobody knows that
you’re with me right now. Now get in.”

“Only if you
answer some questions for me.”

“Like what?”

“Like what the
hell is going on in this town and why nobody is allowed to talk to you.”