A Wolf's Claim (A BBW Paranormal Christmas Romance): The Holiday Ball (3 page)

His arms tightened and they were moving again. At the end of the hallway was a large wooden door. It blended perfectly with the simplistic décor. As they got closer, she saw the exquisite carvings of wolves on the door and on the wood trim surrounding it. Wolves, witches, and if she wasn’t mistaken a pixie or two. And lots and lots of flowering plants. She loved flowers. Taking another long glance at the man carrying her, she thought it wouldn’t be long before she loved wolves just as much.

Wanting to show off just a little, she moved her hand and the door swung slowly open.

He smiled down at her. “Nice.”

She smiled back, pleased that he liked her powers.

He strode into the room and shut the door with a kick of his foot. The room was just as gorgeous as the rest of the house. The dark blue, green, and brown hues of the carpet, curtains, and bedding reminded her of the deep recesses of a forest. He stopped near the foot of the bed and eased her from his arms and onto her feet. Her hip grazed the hard ridge of his cock under his zipper and she gasped.

“That’s all you, baby,” he grinned, pressing into her soft flesh. He still held her by her arms as if he was afraid she would bolt at any minute. Which was exactly what she was thinking she should do.

The dizziness was passing quickly, but she still didn’t know if she was in her right mind or not. She’d just allowed a man—no, a big, bad wolf—to carry her away. Willingly allowed him to carry her away.
Because of her lineage, she was a witch of considerable power and could have stopped him at any time, even if she was slightly inebriated. But she hadn’t wanted to. Which was totally out of character for Amber. She did not have hot, passionate flings with sexy wolves.

She put her hands against the hard planes of his chest and pushed. He didn’t move. There were only two reasons why a wolf would carry a witch away at this type of party. Hot, sweaty sex—or he believed she was his mate. Nothing had registered on her witchy radar, so that meant he was just a horny wolf. She was disappointed, but the throbbing between her legs told her it wasn’t such a bad thing to be desired by such a sexy wolf. But they had to get one thing straight. “We are not mates.”

“We’re not.” His easy acceptance of her statement made her heart dip down into her stomach. Not that she’d wanted to find her mate. Who wanted a bossy, chauvinistic wolf making her life miserable? Certainly not her. And who wanted a plain, chunky, unextraordinary witch?

“That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.” He jerked her forward, closed the distance between them and trapped her hands against his chest. Her fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket again. The material was rich and lush, a sure sign of his wealth. Or a good rental company. She licked her lips. What was she doing?

Kissing me.

Again with the mental talking. She knew first hand that some supernatural powers were as good at being able to read minds—insert her grandmother’s powers here. But she’d never heard of actually being able to hold a conversation with someone in your head.

Even if he could read her emotions like her grandmother, this shouldn’t be happening. Her shields were in place. It was like second nature for her to block such attempts.

Before Amber could ask him how he was talking in her head, his mouth was on hers, and she really didn’t care anymore. She whimpered at the touch, her knees buckling beneath her. Holy guacamole, the man was lethal. Devour was the only word she could use to describe what he was doing to her mouth. His tongue thrust in and out, tasting and sharing. Cause, oh yeah, she was tasting him. Spicy heat. When he retreated, she followed him like an obedient slave. He sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, scraping his teeth against the tender surface before breaking off the kiss.

“Fuck, you taste sweet, baby.” He pulled her arms around his neck before thrusting his hand beneath the skirt of her dress, pushing the fabric aside. His gaze held hers as he found her heated center. “But not as sweet as here I bet.”

She groaned when his finger skimmed across the damp fabric of her panties. Her pussy had been weeping since he’d appeared at her side.

“Do you want me to taste you there, mate?”

“I do…oh, how I do.” Amber couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Or the other ones she wanted to say to him.

Please, lick my pussy. Take me with that big, hard cock of yours.

Shit. Where had that come from? Her head jerked up. Had he heard?

Hayden had to bite his bottom lip to keep from grinning at her innocence. If it embarrassed her to just think of him eating her out, how was she going to react when he plunged his tongue deep into her wet hole?

The only thing he was upset about was her apparent confusion that they weren’t mates—and thinking she was anything but extraordinary. And her curves? She had him panting like a lapdog, wanting to get as close to her as possible. Such negative thoughts by his mate called for a dose of domestic discipline. A few times over his lap, his hand heating up her generous ass and those doubts would soon disappear.

He turned his face and buried it against her throat, his mouth finding the shell of her ear. His finger continued to stroke her through the satin of her panties. “You are so damn wet, baby. I’ll slide in so easily.”

He took one of her hands and lowered it to the front of his pants, pressing her palm against the zipper. He forced her to stroke him. Hard. He moaned at the touch. “You’ll take me. You’ll take all of this with just one stroke.”

Hayden’s touch on her slit turned rough. Jerking hard, he tore her panties away and fell to his knees. “Wider. Spread your legs wider.” When she failed to obey quickly enough, he landed a sharp slap on the inside of her right thigh, than her left. Immediately, her legs parted, something inside her needing to obey.

Cool air struck her wet snatch like a blow but it was nothing compared to the touch of his tongue. Her hands grabbed his shoulders. She didn’t shave completely. The lips of her sex were smooth and bare, but she left brown curls on her mound. He used his thumbs to reveal the little bud at the top of her pussy. “Fuck, mate, you are so beautiful.”

Nostrils flaring he caught the desperate, hungry smell of her arousal.

Amber shivered from the touch of the cool air, the wetness of his tongue, and the reverence of his words. No man had ever called her body beautiful. He encircled her clit with his lips and sucked, gently, until the bud blossomed, growing bigger from his erotic attention. His touch hardened, his mouth continuing to suck greedily. “Come for me.”

His voice vibrated along his lips and tongue and Amber’s world exploded around her. The sensations were so intense she would have landed on her ass if he hadn’t caught her. She felt like a newborn kitten, her senses on overload. The silk of the comforter felt cool against her back as he placed her on the bed.

The wolf stood above her, his chest heaving as though he’d run a hundred miles. He was still fully dressed, his dark blue suit seeming to strain even more over his bulging muscles. Was he bigger than before, or was it just her imagination? A by-product of the mind shattering orgasm she had just experienced?

She saw a satisfied grin on his lips and realized he was still reading her thoughts. Damn cocky wolf was proud he’d been the first to give her such intense pleasure. She lowered her gaze to the front of his pants. His cock pushed against the fabric, tenting it even in the confined space. She wondered what it would feel like when he made her come using that instead of his tongue.

He still looked immaculate, as if he hadn’t just licked her to completion. Well, except for the moisture glistening on his lips and around his mouth. That was from her. Her pussy. Her juices. Her cum. He bent down and kissed her, transferring the taste of her desire from his lips to hers. The kiss didn’t last very long and he was once again standing, towering over her. With quick, efficient movements, he undressed. First, he took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Next, his fingers worked the gold cuff links she’d seen shimmering in the light as he’d pleasured her. He loosened his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt. The erotic play of the washboard muscles of his stomach hypnotized her. He pulled off his tie and tossed it toward the head of the bed and grinned. “We might need that later.”

He did the same after taking off the dark blue cummerbund from his lean waist. She heard him toeing off his shoes and licked her lips as the strip tease continued. She didn’t know if it was meant to or not, but it was certainly arousing her. His shirt fell to the floor landing beside his jacket and finally revealing the hard muscles she had touched earlier. And wanted to touch again.

“Soon.” He lowered the zipper of his pants and she realized he went commando. The head of his cock popped out, reminding her of a Christmas jack-in-the-box. A low giggle escaped and one dark brow arched over a smoldering brown eye. She giggled again. She knew he was too self-confident in his prowess to think for a moment she might be laughing at him. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.

Well, that shut her up, Amber thought, almost swallowing her tongue when his long, hard length was fully revealed. Dang, the man was hung. And every inch was hers.

Her mouth watered, salivating at the anticipated taste of his cock.

“Only if you are a very, very good girl.”

It took Amber a moment to realize the wolf had spoken out loud. Somehow, she’d become accustomed to hearing his voice in her head.

Dropping to his knees on the bed, he took her ankles in a tight clasp. The billowing hem of her dress allowed him to push her legs up and away, spreading her wide and exposing her to his gaze. She let her body relax, even as her breath sped up. She had no shame with this man. No niggling doubts of insecurity. No worries that he might find her too big, too round. The look of pure lust in his eyes chased away her inhibitions like the autumn wind carrying away a fallen leaf.

Hayden’s wolf rose as he revealed Amber’s pink, glistening folds to his hungry gaze. It wanted a long, deep drink this time. She had such an addictive taste he knew he would never get enough of her.

Ravish. Take. Mate
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His wolf snarled as he forced it back. He shook out his shoulders, trying to get the animal under control however much he agreed with it. Finally, regaining dominance over the wolf, he looked down at her cunt just waiting to be tasted.

Swiftly, he divested her of her clothing. Finding the long zipper in the back of the dress, he lowered it, pulling the garment down her body, revealing the large mounds of her breasts, the softness of her belly and the width of her hips and thighs. She wore only a black bra and thigh high hose, her panties already gone. She was beautiful. He wasted no time and released the front closure of her bra, dragging the straps over her shoulders.

Her breasts spilled free and despite the urgency of his beast to claim her, he couldn’t resist exploring his mate just a little bit more. Her breasts more than filled his hands, the rosy tips already puckered. He stared at them transfixed, running his thumb over the sensitive tips. She arched into his touch and he smiled. Such a responsive little mate.

Taking one taut nipple between his lips, he drew it into his mouth, sucking it deep inside until it was pressed against the roof and throbbing. He eased the pressure of his tongue to bite down on the nub hard, sending a stabbing pain of want and need straight to her womb.

As if he couldn’t get enough of her, of wanting to brand every inch of her with this touch and scent, he smoothed his hands over her torso, curling his fingers into her yielding flesh. He bent his head, trailing kisses down her belly, thrusting his tongue into her dimpled navel. His hands led the way to her mons. A delicious hill of pleasure just waiting for his touch. He brushed it with his thumbs, stirring the neatly trimmed curls, skimming over the flesh that begged silently for his touch.

“Hmm, look at that,” he purred roughly, sliding one finger through the cream gleaming on her folds. “I think I need some more.” He sprawled between her thighs, his wide shoulders pushing them further apart and opening her up even more. When his tongue plunged deep inside her pussy, her body arched and she cried out wildly. Palms firmly planted on the delightfully round cheeks of her ass, Hayden caressed the crevice between the cheeks, vowing to explore her there later. Very, very thoroughly.

Right now, he needed to make her come again. He nuzzled aside those curls, breathing in her scent as he zeroed in on her clit. This was not the first soft touch of a lover, this was a wolf marking his territory. He licked her twice, making the little bud stand out. Then he took it between his teeth and bit, again and again, until it was red and swollen. Needy. So damned needy. She whimpered and shook as he led her time and time again to the edge, but refused to allow her to spend on his tongue.

He pleasured her with his mouth and lips, using his teeth to push her beyond the pleasure. Hungry little moans rose and died in her throat as he lapped up her nectar. She was about to come for him again. So close. So very close. “Scream for me, little witch. Come for me again.”

He thrust a finger inside her finding the tangle of nerves and sent her over the edge. Hayden’s cock was caught between his stomach and the bed and he couldn’t help but hump against the silk like the horny wolf that he was. The rigid length was burning like a branding iron as he continued to eat out his mate. He wanted badly, so badly to get inside her. And mark her as his.