The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 (Ten BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance Stories) (22 page)

Seconds later, he shifted into his usual human form and glared down at her.

“I’m afraid I would hurt you if I tore through this stupid thing, because of the wire in it. I say it’s a stupid thing because it covers up your body,” he growled, fingering one of the straps to her bra. “I guess even an alpha needs some help sometimes.”

Alison smiled and arched her back upwards again, allowing him to reach around and unhook her bra, and he smirked as he pulled it away, revealing her full, soft breasts. Leaning down, he cupped and squeezed them in his strong hands, and then took one of her already-stiff pink nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, drawing delicate little patterns over her areola.

After paying equal attention to her other breast, one of his hands began to trail up and down her soft belly and round hips, stroking and caressing her until goose bumps prickled up all over her skin. His touch was seemingly magical, and Alison sighed with delight and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm tingling sensation that was pooling between her legs; more and more with each touch.

As she sighed, Jason growled and slid a hand down between her legs, stroking and teasing her as he probed her folds, which were already wet with her desire for him. Smiling, he brushed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris and began to rub with expert precision, coaxing it out and eliciting a series of soft gasps from Alison until she couldn’t wait any longer. She ached for him, and she knew that he couldn’t possibly tease her forever.

“Please,” she whimpered softly. “I need more.”

“Oh, do you?” he growled, raising his head up and staring into her eyes, his own eyes barely concealing his pure animal lust for her.

He began to grind his hips up against hers, and Alison couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan as she felt his hardness digging into her thigh.

“Yes!” she said breathlessly. “I’m yours to take.”

As she spoke, he slid a hand in between their warm bodies and trailed one fingernail over the sensitive line where her thighs met her nether regions. Alison trembled beneath him, willing his hand to move further across to where she wanted it the most, and finally it did. He pressed two fingers inside her, letting out a soft growl as he probed her warm, wet tightness, and Alison began to moan as he curled the finger inside of her, hitting a sensitive spot on her front wall.

A powerful orgasm was already building deep within her as he played between her legs, and she couldn’t wait for the enormous pressure to be released. As her legs began to quiver underneath him, he continued to slide the fingers in and out, and she begged him for more.

“Please! Now!”

Jason’s eyes darkened, and he pulled his hand away before guiding his cock right between her legs and pressing it to her slick entrance.

“You’re mine,” he growled, and then pushed himself inside her in one quick movement.

Alison gasped with delight as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast. His groin rubbed against hers with every movement, stimulating her already-throbbing clitoris and sending shockwaves through her entire system. Nothing had ever felt this good to her before, and for a second she thought that she must be dreaming again. It felt too good to be real, but it somehow was, as if she had been magically transported to paradise.

Her breathing was becoming heavy, and her heart raced crazily as she began to move her hips in a rhythm with his. As Jason grunted and slammed into her, she reached out and touched his chest and back, feeling his heartbeat. It was just as quick as hers, and she marveled at how well their bodies matched up.
We really were made for each other,
she thought, gasping as he began to speed up his movements against her.

As he pounded into her like the alpha he was, he started to hit areas inside Alison that she was previously barely aware of having, and then he leaned down and kissed her again, his mouth dominating her own as he nipped at her lower lip and then entwined his tongue with hers. Alison’s head spun with pleasure, and within seconds her back was arching, low moans escaping her mouth as waves of ecstasy swept her off a cliff and over her peak.

Warmth flooded through every part of Alison’s curvy body, and her toes curled as her werewolf mate continued to slam into her, punctuating each thrust with a low groan. Her entire body trembled as the orgasmic aftershocks rippled through her, and she let out a gasp as she realized that it was already starting to happen all over again.

“Wait!” she cried. “Before you make me come again…”

“What?” Jason growled, his face set with concentration as he thrust inside her.

“I want you to take me like the alpha you are. Like we’re both animals.”

“I am an animal,” he said, his eyes blazing as he pulled out of her.

Flipping her over with ease, he grabbed onto her hips and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Alison arched her back and looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes begging him to do what she knew he wanted to do.

With a deep growl, he plunged back inside her, holding her steady as he slid himself in and out, and Alison moaned and gasped with delight as he reached one hand around and in between her legs. His palm brushed against her clitoris, and she knew that she was going to explode again soon.

As Jason pressed against her clitoris even harder, another burst of pleasure surged through Alison’s body, her core powerfully contracting and releasing as she squeezed her eyes closed and gasped. Never in a million years would she have thought that anything could feel this good, but here she was, experiencing heaven in a new town with a new man; her alpha mate.

Feeling him twitch inside her, she knew that he was going to come soon as well, and she gripped the sheets with both hands, holding on as she bucked her hips back and forth, moving to meet him with each thrust. She wanted to have one more orgasm, and he must have read her mind, because he leaned down and growled into her ear.

“I want you to come for me. Now,” he ordered.

She was so sensitive and aroused by all of the previous orgasms that his words were enough to send her crashing over the edge again, and she screamed his name as the warmth flooded through her. She felt as if she might collapse face-forward onto the bed, but Jason held her steady, his hands still gripping her hips and kneading her soft flesh as he moved back and forth.

He began to move his own hips in a slightly circular motion as he slammed into her, and then let out a loud groan as he felt her tighten her muscles around him from her powerful orgasm. That was enough to send him over the edge himself, and he plunged inside her one more time before spurting his seed deep within her.

Pulling out of her, he yanked her onto her back and lay next to her, panting and sweating. Alison let him wrap his arms around her, and she felt fireworks all over again as he leaned over and kissed her.

“Was that worth moving here for?” he asked, teasing her.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “It’s like you can see right inside my mind, and you know everything that I want.”

“Maybe I can,” he replied.

His eyes twinkled, and Alison noticed that they were back to their usual bright blue color. Suddenly reminded again of what he was, she squirmed out of his arms and propped herself up on one elbow.

“I want to know more about you. What you are. I mean, I only just found out that werewolves exist, so you can’t blame me for being curious,” she said, reaching out and stroking his face.

“I knew you would have many questions. You’re a smart girl,” he replied. “You said your mother was from here originally?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this town is packed with our kind. Not surprising, since it was founded by werewolves three hundred years ago. Your mother was probably a werewolf, or at least part-were.”

“What? No! That would make me…”

He grinned.

“Yes, you have werewolf blood in you. That’s how I knew who you were. As a full-blooded werewolf, I could sense you the minute I was old enough to realize what I was feeling.”

“Why didn’t you track me down?” she asked, wondering why he had waited so many years.

“In our culture, we have to wait for the female to realize that she is ready to mate, and then go to find her mate.”

“So that’s why my mother wanted to go to California. My father must have been her true mate.”

“That seems right.”

“Why am I not a werewolf then?” she asked.

“Werewolf genetics is hard to explain. Some werewolf parents can have non-were babies. I don’t know exactly how it works,” he said. “But don’t worry, I have a feeling our children will be perfect no matter what they are.”

Alison’s mouth dropped open.

“Our children? Moving a bit fast there, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” he growled. “As I said earlier, once we find our mate, we begin our lives together. That includes having our own young. Do you think mating is all just for fun?”

“Well… I thought it was pretty fun,” she said.

He gave her a wolfish grin.

“You know what? You’re right. I think we should have some more fun right now,” he said, pulling her back down on top of him.

Alison pretended to struggle away from his grasp, giggling as she teased him. In reality, though, she couldn’t think of anything better than being with her werewolf lover right now. Everything in her life finally felt right, and she would be his mate forever. Now that they had found each other, their lives were only just beginning.

***

Juliette Carpenter sighed as she heard her mother rummaging around in her walk-in wardrobe and turned her attention to the friend that she was texting on her cell phone.

“Sweetie, I want you to wear the green dress tonight. No, wait… maybe the maroon one,” her mother called from inside the wardrobe a moment later.

“Mom, I can pick my own outfits,” she replied grumpily.

Her mother could be ridiculously overbearing sometimes… actually, all the time. Right now, she was selecting the perfect ‘pre-engagement’ dress for the masquerade ball that Juliette’s father and his business associates from Lycancorp were throwing tonight. It was his intention to set Juliette up with the son of his business partner, Jon, with the hopes that they would soon announce their engagement.
As if that would somehow strengthen their business ties,
Juliette thought bitterly.

She didn’t want to even speak to Jon, let alone be married to him. Over the years when she was younger, she had met Jon a few times, and he was always a rude, arrogant pig. Last time she had seen him was just after she had hit puberty, and he had referred to her as a stuffed sausage because the dress she was wearing was a little tight over her newly-formed curves. Unfortunately for her, her mother agreed with her father, and she didn’t have a choice. It was either marry Jon, or be disowned from the family.

Sometimes, she wondered if being disowned wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. While her father had provided her and the rest of the family with everything they could possibly desire, Juliette often thought that it wasn’t worth it. All the designer clothes, the private education, the big mansions – was it all worth the thousands of deaths that his company caused? According to the general public of the city they lived in, the answer was yes.

She didn’t agree, though. As far as she was concerned, Lycancorp was one of the most depraved companies ever formed, and she often felt ashamed to be associated with the Carpenter name. Lycancorp’s basic business model was to hire out contract killers to the government (or whoever else had enough money to pay for them), and these killers would hunt down as many werewolves as they could to fit their assigned quota. When found, they would either be killed immediately, or brought back to medical test facilities where they were studied and then killed afterwards.

From what Juliette had learned in school, it had been around thirty years since the werewolves decided to reveal themselves to the human public. They had apparently wanted peace with the humans, but unfortunately for them, humans have never been particularly peaceful or tolerant. They were immediately shunned and treated as sub-humans by most of the major states, and two years later, Juliette’s father had formed Lycancorp.

The Carpenter name was now synonymous with ‘werewolf killers’, and Juliette couldn’t stand it. Sometimes she just wanted to change her name and run away to one of the free states where humans and werewolves were considered as equals and co-existed peacefully, from what she had heard, anyway.

Moments later, her mother shuffled into the main part of the bedroom with five more dresses loaded onto her arms.

“Here, sweetie. I think I’ve narrowed it down to these ones. Try them all on for me, and I’ll tell you which one to wear,” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” she replied, sighing again.

As she slid the emerald green silk dress over her hips, she realized that she needed help doing up the zip. Her mother stood behind her and wrenched it up as hard as possible, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh, Juliette, honey, we pay for all these gym memberships and personal chefs and whatnot… how are you still at this weight?” she asked.

“Mom, I’m perfectly happy with my body,” Juliette replied indignantly.

It was true; she was happy with the way she looked. Her mother could never understand. She was one of those stick-thin trophy wives who never ate more than 1500 calories a day and spent half their time at the pilates studio. Juliette, on the other hand, had been voluptuous and curvy since the day she turned thirteen, and she actually admired her body instead of torturing it with endless diets and workouts.

Her breasts were full, soft and round, and her waist flared out to curvy hips that made all the male staff members in the house stare at her whenever she walked around the mansion. She had no idea why her mother would want to take that away from her.
Probably so I can be as miserable as her.

Deciding that the green dress was too small, she pulled it off and tried the maroon one. Once it was done up, she looked at herself in the mirror proudly, and even her mother gasped in approval. The dress hugged her breasts and hips, showing off her best assets, and the deep red color went perfectly with her long, dark hair.

“It’s perfect. Jon won’t be able to resist you,” her mother said, rubbing Juliette’s shoulders.

“Mom, I don’t really have to marry him, do I?”

“Sweetie, it would make your father and me very happy if you chose to follow the path in life that we have set for you. Remember, who pays for all these fancy dresses? Your father, that’s who,” her mother replied sternly.

“Well, maybe I don’t need fancy dresses.”

“Of course you do, Juliette. You’ve grown up with a particular lifestyle, and it’s not like you can just easily give up all the things you have, can you?”

“Okay, Mom,” she replied, sighing and casting her eyes down again. Maybe her mother was right. It would take a hell of a lot to make her finally brave enough to leave her parents and never look back.

Her mother patted her on the back.

“Good girl.”

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

Juliette swallowed nervously.

“With Dad’s company… he’s never really told me any of the specifics. How do they find the werewolves? Don’t they look like us?”

“Yes, they do. It’s a very long, difficult process to find them. They can be anyone; your neighbor, your hairstylist… anyone. The Lycancorp employees can take many weeks to follow up tips and carry out surveillance on suspected werewolves. But they always find them in the end.”

“But if they look like us, then… shouldn’t we give them equal rights? They are basically just humans like us, except with different abilities,” Juliette replied.

Her mother glared at her in the mirror.

“Don’t ever let your father catch you saying that. They are
not
our equals. They may look and act like us, but at their very cores, they are dirty savages. If you were ever alone with one, it wouldn’t hesitate to tear you apart limb from limb,” she said, her voice icy.

“How do you know that?”

“Because your father was attacked by one when he was younger. His old business partner, in fact. You know that, sweetie. You’ve seen the scars. That was the whole reason he started the company.”

“Oh, I remember now. James Montgomery, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. The Montgomery family are the most powerful werewolf family in this state, and they have managed to evade capture somehow. I don’t know how. I think they live up near the north border. You’d have to ask your father about that.”

The state to the north of where the Carpenter’s lived was a free state for werewolves, and Juliette had often wondered what it would be like to live there.
They seem fine up there, and the werewolves don’t attack humans. Why can’t people follow the example of the free states and end all of this?

Sighing, she realized that there was probably nothing she could do about it, and sat down near her dressing table as her mother put makeup on her. When she was done, her mother told her to look in one of her drawers for a matching mask to wear to the ball, and Juliette did as she said.

The ball was being held in the Carpenter ballroom downstairs, and Juliette was grateful that she didn’t have to leave the property to attend it. Several times in the last month when she had gone out, she had been mobbed by picketers demanding that she speak for the actions of her father, and it had been terrifying. On the other hand, she was glad that some people were finally taking a stand against Lycancorp.

A couple of hours later, the ball was in full swing, and she was being swept around the room by several of her friends, who were much better dancers than she was. Her cousin Tyron interrupted her and requested a dance.

“Sure, let’s go. I’m warning you, though, I suck at dancing,” she said, taking his hand and taking her mask off. “God, it’s way too hot to wear this stupid mask anymore.”

“So, anyway, what have you been up to, little cousin?” he asked as he twirled her around the dance floor. “You look lovely tonight, by the way.”

“Thank you. I’ve just finished the semester at college, and I have a few weeks off before I go back.”

“Oh, that’s right. What are you studying again?”

“Business, with a minor in sociology,” she replied.

Tyron’s eyes darkened slightly.

“Sociology? Ha, I bet your Dad loves that. Isn’t that pretty much all bleeding-heart liberal crap?” he asked.

“No,” Juliette said, really not in the mood to get into this right now.

“Oh, well I knew a guy who studied that once. He turned out to be a werewolf-lover. He lives up in one of the free states, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he was actually dead by now. Those goddamn werewolves probably tore him apart after tricking him into thinking they are like us.”

“Maybe they are,” Juliette said, incensed by her cousin’s attitude.

He laughed softly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Anyway, I’ve been working for your Dad, did he tell you? We’re on the trail of the Montgomery pack. Apparently, a couple of them have been spotted in the city recently.”

“Oh. No, I didn’t know that.”

“Well, that’s what’s happening at the moment with me. Here’s the guy that I’m looking for specifically,” he said, stopping for a moment and pulling out a photo from his suit pocket. “I keep it with me all the time so I don’t forget what he looks like.”

Juliette looked at the grainy picture, and nearly gasped. The man in the picture, werewolf or not, was absolutely gorgeous. From what she could make out, he had dark curly hair, even features, a strong jawline, and green eyes. Even in such a low-quality picture, he was by far the most stunning-looking man that she had ever seen.

Tyron mistook the look on her face for horror.

“
That’s right. Unbelievable, isn’t it? He looks just like one of us. His name is Roman Montgomery. He’s the son of the werewolf that attacked your father all those years ago,” he said. “Anyway, I’m going to get a drink. Talk to you later, Juliette.”

He strode away, and Juliette accepted a dance with Jon at her father’s behest. He was just as arrogant as she remembered, and as he spun her around, her mind lingered on the photo that Tyron had shown her.
I wish I could meet a man who looked like that instead,
she thought, forcing a smile as she looked up at Jon.

Half an hour later, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled up, and she turned around and scanned the room. A tall man was staring at her from the other side of the ballroom. She couldn’t tell who he was, because he was wearing a mask that covered nearly his entire face, aside from his mouth and lower jaw. A strange tingle ran up her spine as she looked at him.
Who is he?

Something about the way he was looking at her was unnerving.
I wouldn’t even call it looking; he’s staring at me,
she realized. His head turned slightly to follow her every time that she moved, and something about him seemed oddly familiar.
He must be one of Dad’s friends. I swear I know him from somewhere.

Tired from all the dancing, she decided to go and freshen up her hair and makeup in the bathroom. To the right of the ballroom, there were bathrooms for guest to use, but the line for them was crazy. Knowing the house like the back of her hand, Juliette went to the left and walked through a darkened hallway that led to the service entrance of the ballroom.