The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 (Ten BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance Stories) (16 page)

Only moments later, Charlotte felt herself being swept over the edge again, seemingly falling into a sea of ecstasy as she reached her third climax. It felt so good that she almost couldn’t breathe, and she gasped for air as Darius continued to slam himself into her.

“You like this?” he growled, leaning forward so that his mouth was only inches from her ear. “You like it rough, like we’re just two animals?”

His nails were digging into her round hips as he held onto her, and Charlotte gasped her response, her mind almost lost within a fog of pleasure as powerful contractions continued to rock her to the very core.

“Oh, yes! More… I want more!”

That seemed to be all the encouragement that he needed, and he immediately began to thrust into her even harder than before, eliciting even louder moans from her. She had never imagined that being with a man would feel so incredible, and she had never dreamed that such a handsome man would want a girl like her; the apparently plain, chubby girl that no one wanted to marry. Yet here he was - one of the most stunning-looking men she had ever seen, thrusting in and out of her with wild abandon, an animal-like lust for her visible in his eyes as she turned to look at him over her shoulder again.

Moments later, he closed his eyes and let out another deep growl before burying his cock inside her and staying still for several seconds. Grunting with contentment, he spurted his seed deep within her tight wetness and then pulled out, rolling onto his back and lacing his breeches back up as he panted and caught his breath.

Charlotte rolled over onto her back and felt around for her dress and petticoat. She was exhausted, so she gave up and lay back on the cool grass, closing her eyes as she tried to recover from the new heights of pleasure that Darius had just brought her to.

He stood up and fetched her clothes and shoes for her, and then helped her get dressed. The bodice of her dress was damaged from when he had torn it, but it was nothing that she couldn’t easily fix later on with a sewing needle and some thread.

“I have to take the sheep home,” she said, not quite able to meet his eyes.
What if he doesn’t want me now?

“I will accompany you and your animals,” he growled. “I need to meet your father so that he knows who is taking his daughter away from him to marry, anyway.”

Her eyes shot up to meet his.

“So you are taking me as your mate… forever?” she asked nervously.

“I said I was, didn’t I?”

Charlotte smiled happily as her new lover and future husband helped her round up her father’s sheep to take home. Today had turned out to be far less boring than expected.  At first, the men from the village had made her feel bad about saying that there was a wolf when there wasn’t one, and they were right; she shouldn’t have lied. However, if she hadn’t done it, she wouldn’t have met Darius, so in a way, she was extremely glad that she was the girl who cried wolf.

***

Megan Butler opened her kitchen oven and pulled out the tray of choc-chip cookies that she had just baked, before closing her eyes and taking in the heavenly aroma. Th
e room was sweltering because of the hot oven temperature, so after she had put the tray down, she leaned over to the kitchen window and opened it to let some fresh air in.

Glancing outside as she opened it, she noticed that there was a moving van next door. Happy that she would finally have a new neighbor, she wandered over to the house to see if she might introduce herself to the new owner. She couldn’t see anyone anywhere, but she assumed that they were inside unpacking.
I hope whoever it is starts to fix things,
she thought, looking over at the side fence. It had several large holes in it from a hailstorm that had hit a couple of years ago, but it had never been fixed as the house had been vacant for so long.

Just as she went to knock on the front door, it opened, and standing before her was one of the sexiest men that she had ever laid eyes on.

“Oh, sorry, I was about to knock,” she said, taking in his tall, muscular physique, his dark brown hair and his deep blue-green eyes. “I’m your new neighbor, Megan. I just thought that I’d come over and introduce myself.”

“I’m Trent,” he said, sticking a hand out in front of him. “I was just about to grab something from the van. What a nice surprise, to walk out and see a beautiful woman standing right outside my door!”

Megan blushed furiously, and as she shook his hand, she felt a warm tingling sensation begin to creep down her neck, over her chest and belly, and then between her legs. She had never touched anyone so sexy in her entire life, so she wasn’t surprised by the way she was responding to him.
God, he’s gorgeous. As if he’d want me, though… he probably tells every woman he meets that they’re beautiful, just to be friendly,
she thought.

She had always been insecure about her curvy five-foot-three frame, and being in the presence of such a hot man made her feel even more self-conscious. He looked like the sort of guy who would only ever be friends with someone like her, while dating tall, skinny blonde actresses, or something of the sort. Flustered, she pulled away, her face still bright red.

“I just made choc-chip cookies. Would you like me to bring you some? I’m sure lifting heavy boxes has really taken a lot out of you. You could probably use a cookie for energy,” she said, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her embarrassment.

“That’s a bit clichéd isn’t it? Bringing baked goods to the new neighbors?” he said, flashing her a good-natured smile. “I’m just kidding, I’d love some. Choc-chip is my favorite.”

“Mine too. That’s why I always make them,” she replied. “Okay, I’ll go and get some for you.”

“Great. I don’t suppose you want to help me unpack all my things?”

“Oh. Sure, I’ll help.”

He laughed softly.

“I was just kidding about that too,” he said. “You don’t actually have to help me.”

Her face burned as she returned to her house to fetch him a plate of cookies, and as she walked up to her front door, she glanced over her shoulder and saw him still looking at her from his front porch with an amused flicker in his eyes. By the way he was already joking around with her, he clearly wanted to be friends, and Megan sighed and headed inside.
That’s all I ever am – the friend. Never the girlfriend.

After taking him the cookies, she told him that she had free time and that she could actually help him unpack if need be. He was very grateful for her help, and after half an hour of unpacking whilst they chatted, he offered to buy her dinner to say thanks. For a brief second, Megan’s heart fluttered, and she thought that he was asking her out on a date.

“I’ve got an idea. You said that you like Battlestar. Let’s watch it on my big screen, and I’ll order us some Chinese food. And we can have more of your amazing cookies for dessert,” he said, winking at her.

Megan tried to hide her disappointment.
Yep, he definitely wants to be ‘just friends’. Ordering Chinese and watching sci-fi isn’t exactly what most guys do with someone they are interested in.

“Sure, that sounds great,” she said, feeling guilty as she realized how silly she was being. Whether he was interested in her or not, he seemed like a great guy. Besides, they had tons in common, so she had a feeling that he would soon become a great friend, especially seeing as he lived so close to her.

As they unpacked more of his belongings, they chatted and got to know more about each other, and Megan discovered that he worked from home as a software developer.

“That’s so cool. So you can just work whenever you want?” she asked, slightly envious.

“Sort of. I have weird sleeping patterns, so if I sleep in, I have to be working until later at night than most people. But basically, as long as I get stuff done, I’m alright,” he replied.

“So you’re smart
and
good-looking,” she said before sticking her tongue out for a second. “How are you still single?”

He laughed.

“I don’t know, I’m just a bit… different. I’ve never been a ‘going out’ kind of guy; I prefer to stay at home and hang out there rather than go out drinking like most people our age. And I guess…. Well, I’ve never been able to find a girl who could accept me for what I am,” he replied.

“Bullshit,” she said, smiling at him. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

He playfully swatted her with a rolled-up placemat that he had just retrieved from a box of dining room things, and then grinned back at her.

“Let’s order that Chinese food,” he said.

Half an hour later, the two were eating fried rice and sweet and sour pork while having a sci-fi marathon. By ten o’clock, Megan was completely exhausted.

“Alright, I need to head home,” she said. “I’m so tired!”

“Cool. I’ll see you later. Thanks again for all your help,” he replied. “Very appreciated.”

Once she was home, Megan showered and got into her satin pajamas before climbing into bed. Before she drifted off to sleep, she slid one hand into her pajama bottoms and furiously rubbed between her legs, trying not to think of her new neighbor and failing miserably. After spending the whole day in such a gorgeous man’s company, her body was in desperate need for release, and only a few minutes later she was sighing and writhing under the blankets.

Feeling guilty for having just masturbated while thinking about Trent, she rolled over and tried to sleep, but couldn’t quite get there. Loud howls from somewhere in the neighborhood were disturbing her, so she buried her head under her pillow in an attempt to block them out.
They sound so close.
I bet it’s that stupid new dog that the people across the street just got,
she thought angrily, wanting to go over and slap them for ruining her sleep. Finally, she drifted off, and dreamed of her sexy new neighbor the whole night.

***

Over the next couple of weeks, Megan and Trent became fast friends just as she had predicted, and whenever she got home from work, he would invite her over to watch a movie or TV show. He was a great cook, and she found herself eating dinner with him most nights as they caught up.

Right now, it was a Friday evening, and Trent had just invited her over again.

“Don’t you have anywhere else to go?” she teased. “It’s the weekend!”

“I could say the same to you,” he said, reaching out and messing up her dark hair.

His touch ignited something deep inside Megan’s core, and the smile vanished from her face as she felt a distinct heat rage through her body and pool between her thighs. Trent must have noticed the effect he had had on her, because he looked embarrassed and pulled his hand away.

Feeling awkward, Megan quickly changed the subject.

“So, what season of Battlestar were we up to?”

“Two,” he replied, seemingly grateful for the distraction from the awkwardness. “I’ll put it on now.”

Only an hour later, Trent said that he needed to catch up on some programming, and that they should finish watching the season the next day. Feeling as if he were just making an excuse to get rid of her after the awkward moment that they had shared earlier, Megan pasted a smile on her face and agreed before heading out his front door.

“Oh wow, it’s a full moon tonight,” she remarked, looking up at the sky.

The moon was right above them and brightly lighting up the whole neighborhood, and Megan marveled at it as she stared up.

“Better watch out,” she continued. “People tend to get really weird around full moons. Hopefully those weird people across the street don’t go crazy and turn into ax murderers or something.”

Trent’s face darkened for a fleeting moment, and then he smiled.

“Mm, yeah. Anyway, thanks for the company, as usual. I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

“Sure. Goodnight.”

As Megan headed back over to her own house, she glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see Trent watching her as he always did. She had chalked it up to him being a protective friend and wanting to make sure that she got back to her house safely, even though it was right next door, but this time he wasn’t there.
Wow, he really did want me to leave,
she thought, feeling disappointed in herself.
I shouldn’t have made it so obvious that I was turned on by him! Now he’ll probably never speak to me again.

After having a long, hot shower, she decided to head to bed early. She didn’t want to go to sleep just yet, but curling up in bed with a girly magazine seemed very appealing right now. After reading for an hour or so, she switched off her lamp and crossed over to the other side of her bedroom, intending to close her curtains. The bright light from the full moon was streaming in through the window, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep unless it was a lot darker.

Yawning as she stood at the window, she was about to yank the curtains shut when she saw something strange. Through the hole in Trent’s hail-damaged side fence, she could see some sort of enormous dog sitting in the backyard.
That’s odd. He doesn’t have a dog,
she thought, assuming that it was a neighbor’s pet that had gotten loose and broken into his yard through the damaged fence.

Squinting, she looked closer and gasped, realizing that it wasn’t a large dog. It was a grey and white wolf, and her hand flew to her mouth as she contemplated her course of action.
I really should go over and warn Trent that there’s a dangerous animal in his yard, but if I go out there, it might attack me,
she thought.
Wait,
I know… I’ll call him. Duh.

She was about to head back to her bed to pick up her phone from the bedside table when something even stranger happened. The wolf turned slightly and sniffed the air, and Megan could have sworn that she felt her heart leap into her mouth as she saw its eyes. They were a bright orange-yellow color, and seemed to blaze in the darkness as it looked around. She had never seen eyes like that before, and they seemed positively ethereal.

Megan ducked down slightly, hoping that the wolf wouldn’t see her watching it. Peeking above the windowsill a few seconds later, she saw it turn back around, and grateful that it hadn’t noticed her, she stood up again. Suddenly, the wolf began to undergo some sort of horrible metamorphosis, and she couldn’t help but let out another gasp as she watched it.

The wolf’s fur rippled strangely, stretching as it grew and changed shape. Its four legs lengthened, widened and twisted slightly until they became human legs and arms, and seconds later, a powerful-looking man emerged from where the wolf had just been. As he turned around, his yellow eyes stared directly at Megan’s window, and she ducked down in horror as she saw who it was.
That’s Trent! He is the wolf! What the hell is going on?

Terrified and confused, she raced back over to her bed and dove under the blankets, praying that he hadn’t actually seen her standing at the window. She could hear her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she held her breath, and only a moment later she heard a loud knock at her front door.
Oh shit.