Curves 'em Right (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 4) (8 page)

Tap at your clit for me. I bet it’ll feel so good.

She read the message and slapped two fingers on her clit under her desk. She jerked in her seat, still holding on to her desk with her other hand. The light tap set her body on fire. A soft gasp escaped her throat.

At that point, all she could do was stare, ensuring no one watched.

Another message.

Keep doing that beautiful. Your face is flushed and you look gorgeous. I can’t wait to fuck your pussy. I bet you’re so wet. Wet and ready to be fucked hard, aren’t you?

One of the old men stood to go and she stopped, the air pumping hard in and out of her lungs.  What the hell was she doing? This was the kind of stuff that would get someone fired.

She didn't care. She couldn't care. Her mind was too far gone. All she could think about was that Blake was in the library watching her. And that thought alone drove her crazy. It pushed her to do something she’d never done before, like what she was doing at that moment.

She sucked in harsh breaths, trying to stop herself from moaning and groaning as she dipped two digits into her pussy and it squeezed around them. She wasn’t wet. She was soaked.

A new message came through.

One more person gone. Don't worry beautiful very soon
.

Very soon what? If she didn’t come soon, she might scream. She stopped touching herself when she noticed the second older man stand. Holy crap! He was coming her way. She tried to appear composed as the man neared her desk.

“I'm going to the bakery, miss. Would you like me to get you something?” he asked. He was a regular, always coming to read the paper.

Shaking her head slightly, she smiled. “Thank you, but no. I'm fine.”

“All right. I'll be back in a little while.” He grinned, his face wrinkling as he did. He tipped his hat and turned around, heading for the door.

She wasn't a hundred percent sure there was no one else around. People sometimes sat down between the aisles to read books or browse a particular section. She didn’t get a chance to think about that too long before a new message came in from Blake.

Wild animal section. Now.

EIGHT

She wasn't sure what was there.  Hot shudders shot down her spine. Her palms tingled with sweat and exhilaration.

  She jumped to her feet and made her way to the back of the library where the section devoted to books on wild animals and their habitats had been created. It was several corridors away from the main section but had been popular from the very beginning.

When she neared the last corner her heart pounded hard in her ears to the tune of a thousand drums. What she’d find there, she didn't know.  One thing was for sure, she needed to keep the game going. Blake and Kane had uncovered something new, something different inside her. They’d given her hope that there were men who could want a woman just as she was with the body she had. That they could go crazy for her and that there was no need for her to change and turn into a different woman altogether.

At her final turn a hand shot out and grabbed her. She squeaked for a second or two. Then his lips crashed over hers, and at the same time, he pushed her against the wall, pressing his hard body over hers.

She moaned. Her need to have him inside her renewed and burned with an intensity she hadn't ever felt before. His hands were all over, pulling her skirt up, taking her panties aside, and dipping into her wet heat. He groaned.

He spread his fingers between her pussy lips, rubbing up and down her cleft and then fucking her so slowly she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. He swept his tongue into her mouth, gliding it over hers in bold, sensual strokes. She didn't know what to do other than grip his hair and wiggle her hips on his hand. Dear God, if this was a dream she did not want to wake up.

Blake fingered her pussy like a fucking pro, sliding deep into her. He went in and pulled out repeatedly, until she was squirming. She clung to him, clawing at his shirt and gasping for breath.

She needed him inside her or she’d die. Her body worked on auto pilot. She released her material-tearing hold of his shirt and moved her hands down to his jeans, unzipping and immediately stroking him. With one hand back up on his shoulder, she held on. Then she pulled his hard cock out.

He groaned deeper, the sound animalistic and fucking sexy as hell. She curled a leg around his waist, rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat. Their lips never parted as he slid into her in a single, quick, harsh thrust.

All she could think of was how amazingly perfect he felt. When he withdrew and pushed back in, her whole world turned upside down. Colors and thoughts jumbled in her mind. There wasn't a way to keep anything straight. All she could do was breathe and hold on. Her back slammed hard against the concrete wall.  Luckily for her, this wall was by the door and there were no book files near it. Or they’d have been in deep shit with how hard her back was hitting that wall. He thrust in and out of her quickly, repeatedly and with an aggression that made even more moisture drip from her slit.

He grunted, his lips still stuck on hers. He delved his tongue into her mouth, rubbing it on hers. Her body fevered to a boil. Her skin felt tight and her nipples swelled to hard, aching little points. What she’d give for him to bite them while he fucked her.

She tore her lips away from his, gasping for air, looking for a way to make her lungs work just a little harder. The pleasure mounted inside her into a ball of tension she knew would soon explode.

He thrust in and she bit back a moan. Another drive and she scored her nails on his neck, leaving long, red lines on his pale skin. She met his gaze. The gold in his eyes only increased her pleasure.

“You're so fucking hot,” he whispered, his voice a growl. “I’ve never fucked in a library, but with a sexy librarian like you, I couldn’t help myself.”

He grabbed her legs lifting her completely off the floor, urging her to curl them around his waist. He held her up by her cheeks and squeezed her large ass.

“Please...” she breathed on a soft moan, trying to keep herself from saying anything in case anyone heard them.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so slick and hot.” He pounded her even harder.

“Oh!”

“That's it, little librarian. Take my cock,” he bit through gritted teeth. “Take all of it. God, your hot little pussy feels fucking perfect sucking and squeezing my dick.”

Oh, Dear God. She was going to die before she came. It wasn’t fair. “Blake,” she mumbled. “Please!”

“Please what, beautiful?” he asked, his lips twisting into a flirty grin. “Please keep fucking you here? Where anyone can catch us? Or please make your hot little cunt milk my cock of my cum?”

She let out a breathy groan. “Please help me come. I can't take this much longer.”

“I can. Your pussy feels so good. So wet. So fucking perfect I can't wait for you to come around my dick.”

He squeezed her ass cheeks, tilting her hips so that he could reach even deeper.

“Come little librarian.” He lowered his head to brush his lips over hers. “Wet my dick with your pussy. You know you want to come.”

He placed kisses over the curve of her neck and jaw, grazing his lips over her like a gentle caress.

“Come,” he whispered in her ear. “Let go.”

Her body listened to his words as if he were some sort of magician. Just as he’d told her to, she felt the tension start to unravel inside her.

She gasped, rubbing her cheek on his much scruffier one and groaned. So close. She was so close and still too far.

Then he did something he hadn't done.

He plunged into her at an angle. Her body broke. The tension inside her shattered into a million pieces. She fought for air, clutching and gripping at his hair.  He kissed her hard, drinking in the scream that left her lips without her consent.

And then he tensed. His thrusts slowed until he held stiff inside her while he came, filling her with his seed.  There wasn’t time for her to catch her bearings. She was still trying to get her legs to function when he put her back down on her feet.

“Baby, someone’s coming. You need to go back to your desk.” He held her steady, giving her legs a chance to work while he fixed both of their clothing.

For a second, he rained kisses over her face. She leaned into him, holding him in a hug and not wanting the moment to end. He caressed his hands up her back to her front to cup her breasts and rub his thumbs over her nipples. Even covered, she moaned from how sensitive they were to the touch.

“And you are supposed to be the innocent librarian with glasses and dresses.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Definitely not innocent.”

She swallowed hard and licked her lips, testing her feet and taking a step away from him. “I've never said I was an innocent anything.”

He shook his head and helped her back to her desk. She’d just sat down when her boss and co-workers decided to make their entrance. So she jumped back to her feet to stand next to him.

He made a final grab for her ass before walking away while thanking her for her help. He didn’t say anything else to anyone and instead chose that moment to glance at her a final time, wink and leave.

Her boss stared behind him and then turned back to her, an ugly frown covering her features. “Let’s have a meeting on the upcoming book drive and then you can take your lunch hour, Daniella.”

Christ. She wouldn’t be able to change out of the soaked panties yet. If she didn't know any better, she’d swear she’d dreamt up what he’d just done to her. Much to her discomfort, she had the evidence between her legs to show that Blake was the dirty Omega. She couldn't wait to do it all over again with him, Kane or possibly both.

The rest of her day went by in a blur. It was hard for her to get any work done after that. It was a good thing that nobody seemed to notice her lack of concentration. Those that did probably thought that she was thinking about Aurelis and her baked goods. Kane and Blake had officially taken over as being much better than anything baked.

That night, she got a message on her cell phone from Kane asking to see her the following day. He said he wanted to spend some time with her and he hoped she was open to dinner and a movie at his place.

There was no hesitation to her response. How could she say anything but yes when what she needed was to spend time with him?  She wondered if this would last long enough for her to get both men out of her system. She didn't think so.

With every moment that she spent with them and every thought that filled her mind about them, she fell just a little bit more into an abyss of emotions for both. It would take a lot more than hot sex to get them past the hurdle of their Alpha Triad third. For now, she could dream, because one day she would have to say good-bye. And when that day came they would have to go and look for the real woman who could complete their Triad.

She was about to go to bed when she got a phone call from Tom.

“How are you?” he asked, his voice a lot more chipper than she felt at the moment.

“I'm fine,” she said indecisively.  She had never wanted to hurt Tom's feelings. He needed to know once again that there was no future for them other than friendship. His last voice message to her had worried her and she knew she’d have to repeat the same words to him.

“I would have called you earlier but I was at a teacher conference out of town and it was difficult,” he apologized.

“Tom, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal.” She sighed, staring at the ceiling in her bedroom. She’d commissioned someone to paint stars to help her relax and fall asleep. She wasn’t anywhere near relaxed.

“Have you given any thought to my proposal?” he asked with enthusiasm. Shit. He really didn’t get the picture even though she’d declined before.

Her stomach twisted in knots. She hated this part.

“I'm sorry, Tom. I told you already I can only be your friend. There’s too much going on in my life right now and I don't see us going any further than friendship,” she said gently, hoping not to hurt his feelings.

There was a quiet moment and then he replied, “You should think about it. We get along so well and I know that in time you would come to care for me.”

“I already care for you. But you have to understand that I don't love you. I need to love whoever I marry. It would not be fair for me or you for us to get engaged when I don't have those feelings.” She blinked up at the fake stars, wishing they could help her get through this conversation. “I've told you time and again, I love you as a friend. You are a really nice man and a wonderful teacher.” She swallowed hard, fidgeting with one of her frizzy curls. She hadn’t bothered straightening her hair that morning and now the curls had grown a life of their own. “But the chemistry needed for us to have the relationship I want in my future is not there.” She bit her lip and winced. “I really hope that you find the right woman for you because you are an amazing man.”

“Dani, I know that in time things could change.” He sounded so hopeful it pained her to disagree with him. If she felt even a little bit of the sexual attraction she had for Kane and Blake, she would have considered it a long time ago. She didn’t. What she felt was friendship and a little bit of pity for Tom.

“Things won't change. I'm really sorry, Tom. I am here as your friend for however long you want me, but anything else is out of the question.”

She felt like an absolute jerk turning away such a wonderful guy. But she refused to accept less than what she wanted. And she wanted chemistry. She wanted love. She wanted much more than being with a man because they were good friends. Tom was a nice guy. However, she was done with settling for anything. He did not make her crazy with lust like Blake and Kane did.

“Maybe if we went out a couple of times,” he insisted.

“No,” she refused emphatically. “Going out on any kind of date is not going to make me change my mind. We are not compatible in that sense. And while I know you don't understand you've got to accept my words.”

“I just don't think you're giving this a chance. We are so good together.”

Good together? What in the world was he talking about? She sighed, rubbing a hand over her temple.

“Tom we are not good. We are friends. From a distance at that. You've never even hugged me. How could you know that a relationship that involves sex would be any good for us?”

“Sex is overrated,” he said quickly.

Overrated her ass. Not the kind of sex Kane and Blake had given her. This was starting to piss her off. “Look, Tom, sex might be overrated for you but I want someone to rock my world. I want a man to want me. I want to be licked all over. And I really,
really
want to scream his name at the heat of my passion. Do you understand?”

Silence reigned over the line.

“If you can't give me that, there's nothing else for us to talk about.”

Tom sighed loudly through the phone line. “I thought you were different.”

“I don't know what you expected from me. I'm just a woman. A woman with needs and wants.”

Right then her wants and needs were much more important than accepting a friendship-based marriage that would be dull and in which she would end up sexually frustrated and buying sex toys by the bulk.

“I'm sorry I bothered you with my proposal.” He sounded upset now. There was a high pitch and quiver to his voice. If she didn’t know better she’d swear he was crying.