ROMANCE: Lion Protector (Paranormal Shifter BBW Military Romance) (Shapeshifter Alpha Male Short Stories Book 2) (14 page)

              While he tried to loosen her, he used his other hand to massage her breasts until he thought that she was ready. She was a hot and sweaty mess by the time he'd prepared her for the main course, and he just gave her a kiss and gently nipped along her jawline, making her shiver.

              "Are you ready to receive your new king?" Neculai asked as he ran his long, elegant fingers along her torso, stopping to tweak her hard nipples.

              Aurora closed her eyes at that and moaned out, arching her body into his every touch as she moaned.  She was an ambitious virgin, that was for certain.  "Yes, I'm ready," she replied, taking his hand for a moment and holding it, just to feel closer to him.  She was falling into bed with him a bit too fast for her taste, as she always imagined herself being properly courted, and never copulating until marriage.  All that had fallen away nearly effortlessly thanks to Neculai, but she at least wanted to know that he cared for her as more than just a beautiful woman that he was bedding.  She was relieved when Neculai held her hand back and gave her another kiss.

              "If you’re not ready, we don't have to keep going," he said softly, holding her hand tighter.

              "No!  No, I'm ready!" Aurora insisted.  "I'm just a bit . . ." she trailed off, biting her lip and looking away from Neculai with a blush.

              "Nervous?  My dear, there's nothing to be nervous about.  Just relax and let me show you how much fun there is to be had," Neculai said, and then gently pulled his hand away from Aurora's, then ran his fingers along the insides of Aurora's thighs, making her shiver once again.

              "Okay," Aurora agreed, looking at Neculai with total trust in her blue eyes.  He almost felt bad for bedding such a pure and innocent girl, but that was also why he couldn't possibly resist.

              Neculai carefully lined up his cock with her entrance and pushed it inside, centimeter by centimeter, though he had to stop almost immediately to let Aurora adjust to the feeling.  She gasped sharply and reached out her hand, gently resting it on his chest, silently asking him to wait.

              Though Neculai was quite worked up in the fun of the moment, he stopped without a second's hesitation and just leaned forward, giving Aurora kisses on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and then a tongued up kiss on her lips.  Her tension quickly went away, and Neculai felt the taut body below him relax.  So, he slowly began to thrust--shallow at first, though Aurora began to respond with loud moans.

              "Oh, that's so good," Aurora moaned out as he got deeper inside, and she didn't last long. As he kept thrusting, he began to rub her clit.  Though it was quite a juggling act, he pulled it off with effortless finesse.  Clearly this wasn't his first time, though Aurora couldn't be bothered to worry about that as she just enjoyed herself.  Not long into the pleasure, she let out a final moan, and then all went white for a moment as she experienced her first orgasm.

              Neculai continued thrusting until he finished inside of her, then he laid down and pulled her into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.  "That was rather fun.  We'll have to do this more often," he said, chuckling a bit as he held her to his chest.  She just mumbled something in the affirmative through her sleepiness, yawned, and fell off into a deep and dormant sleep.

              When morning rolled around, she got out of bed and got her dress on, then walked out into the hall.  She smiled when she saw Dracule, dusting the pictures in the corridor and waved to him.             

              "You know, I never pictured you to be a necrophiliac, Madam," he said with a sly smile, and Aurora could just feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

              "Oh, shut up!  Do you want someone to hear you!" she shouted, probably loud enough for anyone in the entire hall to hear. Still, Neculai slept soundly, tucked away under the covers, warmer than he had been in hundreds upon hundreds of years.

Chapter Four

              Aurora worked out, with Neculai's guidance, a way to get the royal council to accept a union between them.  He seemed always to know what the best solution to her problems were, to an almost frustrating degree.  She had to get an answer as to how he managed.

              "Neculai!  Stop right there, mister.  You're being held for a royal interrogation!" Aurora said one morning as Neculai was leaving to go down to breakfast.  He whined and looked over at his wife, pouting that he was being held up.  Of course, he had no interest in actually eating the food, but being held for a royal interrogation didn't sound like a very enjoyable experience.

              "What exactly was your reign like, all that time ago?  How did you have the experience for everything?" she asked, sitting down on their plush bed and waiting for an answer.

              "Well, my queen," Neculai answered, walking over to the bed and putting an arm around her.  "I ruled after Vlad the Impaler.  Vlad's son was actually my best friend, and the man that your Dracule is descended from.  During my time, the Mongols were threatening Romania because of the Dracule line taunting them--which is a big reason as to why they had to give up the throne.  In addition to that, the country was suffering from drought and other plights.  During that time, I managed to see the country through all of it.  Perhaps not as expediently as I helped you, but I had two hundred years to think about where I made my mistakes--and where I triumphed," Neculai replied.

              Aurora was surprised to hear about this, because she wasn't aware of much during Neculai's reign, due to the fact that he had been erased from the country's history by the scribes.  She hadn't even realized that the Mongols were a problem during that time.             

              "That's amazing," Aurora said, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.  She always did love how open he was.  "Is that all you thought about while you were trapped in your prison?" she asked, looking into his deep crimson eyes.

              "No.  I also thought about how lovely it would be to have a wife with such delicious blood as yours," he said, and just laughed at the indignant look that she shot him.  "No, my queen.  My thoughts were perpetually about the regrets that I had during my time as king.  When you're trapped away from anything positive, that's all that you can dwell on."

              Aurora just held Neculai close. "I guess being trapped beneath the rock and never seeing the sun would do that to you," she commented, rather thoughtlessly.  Neculai just laughed again upon hearing that.

              "I don't believe I minded being away from the sun too much," he said.  "But you're right about something.  Not having any light in your life is a depressing thing indeed.  Luckily, I don't have to worry about that, now that I have you," he said, and gave her another kiss.  "Now, how about I grab some breakfast before going downstairs?" he asked, grinning.  Aurora just blushed and giggled at that, but she couldn't refuse her king, now could she?

THE END

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Chapter 1

I was running late, again. It was getting harder and harder to get out of bed, and most days I used part of my lunch break to take a nap. The baby wasn’t even as big as a grape yet, but it was wreaking havoc on my body. In the fast-paced world of journalism I was beginning to fear being a black single mother wasn’t going to cut it.

              I was single by choice. Anthony kept asking me when I was going to let him make me an honest woman. I tried to tell him that couldn’t happen until he was an honest man. He was my boyfriend, and my boss, but I trusted him about as much as I trust a cab driver. We were headed the same direction as long as I was enjoying the ride, but I wasn’t looking for a chauffeur or a husband.

              “Don’t you look nice today? That for me or the camera?” he called as I passed by his office.

              “You know I’m always camera ready, Anthony,” I said, not breaking my stride.

              I needed to touch up my makeup. Each morning I gave an update on crimes from the previous newscasts and each evening I broke the latest crime news. Most of my personal time was spent talking to locals and keeping an ear on what was going on around town. Then there was that private time I spent with Anthony. Lately, that was affecting my job in more ways than one.

              “Morning, Jayne. Here’s your hot chocolate,” said my assistant, Kirby. “French vanilla flavored marshmallows and a caramel drizzle over the top, so it gets better as you sip. Also, I noticed you had more morning sickness last week when Fat Steve used hazelnut creamer, so I hid the rest in the supply closet.”

              Kirby was a gay mix, of what I hadn’t figured out yet, nor had I asked, and my pregnancy angel. He set the cup on my desk with a few notes about calls and appointments, and returned to his desk as quickly as he’d left it.

              “I’ll call them later. I’ll email him. Move that interview to Tuesday,” I said to myself.

              As I sorted what Kirby brought in and went through my own voicemail and email Anthony entered my office and shut the door behind him. He leaned back against the door with his hands in his pockets and looked at me over the desk.

              “You have the best view in the building,” he said, stepping forward.

              “You did set me up with a nice window,” I smiled and continued typing on my computer.

              “I meant because I was in the room,” he said, chuckling at his own joke.

              He was attractive, and he knew it. Still, somehow, that suited him. His arrogance added to his appeal. He wasn’t rubbing in that he was the best, it was more that he knew people just thought he was the best, so he accepted it. He knew I would deflate his ego every time. He liked that I was a challenge. I liked that I didn’t intimidate him the way I did so many other men.

              “If you’re trying to get me to have sex with you here, you should have let me settle in better first,” I said.

              “Ouch, you pick your hot chocolate over your white chocolate. Don’t tell our son his mother was able to refuse me,” he laughed.

              “We don’t know the sex yet,” I said, facing him.

              “I only produce studs,” he said, running his hands through his jet-black hair.

              I got up from my chair and walked to the front of my desk. Then, I leaned back, placing my bottom against the edge.

              “What do you want, then?” I asked.

              “First, a good morning kiss from my best reporter,” he said.

              He kissed me deeply. Then, he stood for a moment with his forehead pressed to mine.

              “Then, we’ve got to talk,” he said.

Chapter 2

              I hated when Anthony said that. It meant he was going to invite me to dinner with his family and then tell me bad news. I loved the dinner; it was good authentic Italian food. Even better, I didn’t have to cook, and the baby seems to like it, unlike everything else I wanted to eat. The bad news I could usually do without.

              “Jayne, the old man wants us all to come to dinner tonight. It’s Little Ricky’s birthday. I forgot. Why don’t you take the day off and go get the kid a present from us? I think he’s turning like fourteen, fifteen. I don’t know what to get him; it would be easier if he were turning eighteen,” he said.
              “Anthony, you know I go on in a few minutes. I have to do updates about the kid in the hospital from the gang stabbing and last night’s new evidence in the restaurant burnings. What is this about?” I asked.

              “Nothing, I just forgot to tell you and I forgot to get a present,” he said shrugging as he looked at things on my desk.

              “Nothing, my ass. I just got my nails done over the weekend. I can claw it out of you,” I said.

              Anthony put down the folder he was pretending to look at then raised an eyebrow at me.

              “That may not be all you get out of me,” he said and put his hands at my waist.
              “Unless you mean blood, you know what you are imagining is not happening in the office. Why are you trying to have me away from work today? Is something wrong with the show? Did someone get to crack a story I wanted?” I felt nervous, or nauseous.

              Nauseous, definitely. No more French vanilla anything either.

              “You were right about the kid in the hospital,” he said.

              “It wasn’t gang related. I knew it,” I said.

              I shook my head, because I had called this and he hadn’t let me run it. I reported the piece on air, just the facts, but I really wanted to present the story in a way to make viewers consider the existing evidence. Any fool could spot a cover story, but he edited the script had I tried to sneak to the prompter and watched me film.

              “The police released a statement saying the partial footprint at the scene beside the victim matched a dress shoe, for one thing. I don’t know any gang members who wear dress shoes while they commit crimes,” he said.

              I would have laughed, but I was still fuming that I didn’t get to be first on the story.

              “Also, there were multiple stab wounds in different sizes, but it actually came down to just two sizes. It seems like one was held left-handedly while the other was right. It could very easily be the work of one person holding two knives and switching hands,” he said.

              I could tell he was looking at me for an “I told you so” response.

             
              “I’m not going to say what you think I am. I just want to know what this has to do with me not being on air. I may not be the first to report this information, but I will be the best to report it,” I said.

              He looked away, so I placed myself more directly in front of him. He tried to give me a kiss, but I caught his chin in my hand just before he met my lips. He sighed and stood up straighter.

              “Nothing. Stay. Do the crime update. We’ll give the kid money. Kids like that,” he said.

              He turned and left my office. I called the chief of police for any new details he might have since the statement.