ROMANCE : PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Alpha's heart(BBW Pregnancy Werebear Shifter Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (2 page)

“I can’t think of a better time… I have to make up for startling you earlier, don’t I?”
I might just enjoy this more than you will, Rose. How many of these guys ask to lick you with their dirty little fangs, huh? Let me show you what a real man can do…

By the time Rose could giggle again, my hand fell out of her shirt and the finger tips dug at the lining of her pants. Nails grew into claws, my wolf lusting for more of her as the seconds went by. She squirmed in my grasp, and as I worked my way farther and farther, brushing my fingers past her slightly furred mound and teasing her lips with my hand I could already feel that she was ready for me—even without my tongue to make her hot or my fingers to stretch her.

A grin grew wider across my face and my cock throbbed, wanting so badly to be in her tight little snatch. Before I forgot to, I raised my hand to give the signal and my trained ears could hear the wolf shifters hidden in the forest dashing onto the base to start the attack. To keep Rose distracted, I undid her pants with the hand once cupping her face and with my other, I ran two fingers up and down her labia, feeling them getting wetter by the second. Her entrance gushed when I finally prodded it with my two fingers, but she started to catch onto the screams and shouts going on in the background.

“Hush, don’t worry about them,” I reassured her as I looked into her eyes. “It’s just you and me. They can handle whatever it is. They’re vampires, right?”

“I…I guess so…”

“There we go…”

Many years later…

Back when I was younger, a woman would usually be the victim of my morning cock-stab, but these days that honor belonged to my blanket. This morning was slightly different from usual, however. Since I had such a thick, long cock, it drooled near my thigh, but this time there wasn’t any sign of a wet spot. Stretching my arms out and letting out a yawn, I could really feel my solidness begging for some attention.

Each throb earned a stroke, but looking over at my alarm made me groan.
Ugh… He’s gonna be calling any moment now telling me what he wants. Last thing I wanna do is start jacking off only to get blueballed.
I growled and scratched my chest. It was always an odd thing to go to sleep as a wolf only to wake up as a man. The faint remnants of my dream had me believing I was chasing a few rabbits through a field, but as I started to come back the rabbits turned into soldiers and it was like I was in the war all over again.

Their pale white faces, the moonlight, and the mist. It was a confusing thing for me. At one end I hated it. I hated everything I’d ever done or been told to do, but at the same time I was one of the lucky ones. I was one of the survivors and my time in the war could forever be a part of the stories I’d tell my grandchildren. The time of the “glory days.”
Grandchildren when I don’t have so much as a fuck-buddy at my side…
I scoffed, denoting the thought as I swung my legs over and stretched them out.

Throughout my thoughts, my hard-on persisted. The blood of a shifter is said to be warmer than a normal person’s. Add in that I belong to the wolf shifting family and alongside the warmth, I have a libido to go along with it. It could be fun some days and a complete pain another. Either way, even if I found a woman that liked me, it was rare that she was able to keep up with me for very long. Not that I minded since I had variety, but sometimes I liked to think that just one would stay with me for one more night.

I shook my head clear of the thoughts and hopped out of bed. As I walked into the bathroom, naked, my cock bobbed with every step I took. Not realizing it, I ended up pawing at myself at every chance I got. My touch felt nice on the stiff rod, giving me just enough pleasure to keep me going and I earned a few beads of thick pre-cum from it. “Mmff, yeah…” I groaned purely out of lust, bucking my hips into my hand as I brushed my teeth.

One look in the mirror let me know how far I’d gone into letting the lust take me. The few streaks of grey in my otherwise jet black hair sat right above my fluttering eyelids. My mouth, surrounded by a thick outline of facial hair hung open, letting one hot breath escape after the other.

Before I knew it, I was standing in the shower, hand pumping my cock faster and faster as the hot water ran down my body. I moaned and groaned quietly, loving every second I took to handle my raging, tan and pink colored member. A hand squeezed out some soap and brought it down to my balls, washing them mid-fondle as my hand squeezed my shaft harder.

My breaths got shorter the more I played with my balls, rolling them on my palm, imagining a woman doing it for me. A nice, plump woman with soft hands and a smile on her face.
Oh yeah, baby… That’s it…!
I thought as I threw my head back, letting out one spurt and then another across the shower walls. I panted hard, hardly able to stand on my shaky legs. As my thoughts started to clear, the haze surrounding the woman’s face disappeared and all at once, I remembered who I’d been imagining: Rose.

“Gah! God dammit…” My thoughts to that of scorn against myself. “Fuck… Fuck…” I growled, washing the soap off of my spent sex. “Every time I do this I always think of her… Why?” It was a question I already knew the answer to, and yet, I asked it every chance I got nonetheless.

I stepped out of the shower just as my cellphone started to ring. Hastily, I grabbed a towel and rushed over, picking up the phone and answering by asking, “Yes, Jack?”

“Hey, Ross. You know I hate having to do this, right?”

I rolled my eyes, scoffing audibly for Jack to hear. “No one’s forcing you to. I don’t even know what you want.”

The man on the other end sighed, grumbling to himself for a few moments. I contemplated hanging up, but I didn’t want him calling at another time insanely early. “Listen… You’re the only guy I still know, that’s well, alive. You’re gonna have to do.”

“And what am I
doing
exactly?” I asked in a frustrated tone

“It’s not me necessarily… It’s my sister.”

“Your…sister?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I didn’t even know you
had
a sister.”

“Well, now you do! Anyway… I’ve been receiving some strange letters and emails lately. Most of them have to do with me, but I don’t care about that. A few of the newer ones have been targeting…her. I don’t want there to be any risk for her when I’m the one who made those enemies.”

“I see. So, what do you need from me?”

Jack sighed heavily. “I need you to look after her for me. Can you do that?”

It would be nice to have someone around the house again...
“Sure.”

“Wait, really? You’ll do it?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Great! She’ll be over tomorrow.”

“Okay what t—” Before I could finish my question, Jack hung up.

I hope she’s not as rude as him, at least.

Two knocks on the door helped me wake up from the couch. “Huh…?” I asked absentmindedly. “Huh…” I sighed, settling back down into the cushions.

Another barrage of knocks got me onto my feet out of reflex, but before I wandered over to the door, I made sure I was wearing pants first. After checking that my white t-shirt and blue jeans were on, I walked over to the door, opening it to find a tall, dark skinned man and a shorter, plump woman standing beside him.

The woman beamed with such intensity that I couldn’t help grinning a little. “Jack,” I said, turning my attention to him and nodding.

“Ross,” he replied, nodding as well. He gestured to the woman beside him and said, “Isabell.”

Isabell looked from me to him and then rolled her eyes. “Man, can you guys be anymore awkward? I’ll just let myself in if you’d be so kind.” She looked at me a certain way and I took a few steps to the side, letting her get in. From behind, she lugged in a few suit cases. My first thought was to ask her if she needed any help, but upon another thought, I figured that she had it handled.

Jack crossed his arms, now standing in the middle of the doorway. Isabell sat down on the couch behind me, presumably in the warm spot I’d left at one of the arm rest’s ends. “So, you think you can handle things, Ross? I’ll be coming by to check on you two soon. Just so you know.”

I coughed up a dry chuckle. “Okay, boss. I got it, boss. Okie-dokie.” I mocked him with a grin, adding in a false salute gesture.

Jack let out an exasperated sigh, loosening his straight posture for a second. “This isn’t fun and games, Ross. If anything and I mean
anything
happens to Isabell…”

I shook my head. “If you were worried about something happening, then you wouldn’t have brought her over, would you?”

Jack growled, showing a little of his wolf through his exposed fangs. His response triggered something in me—making me want to flash mine back at him. Digging deeply into myself, I resisted the temptation, but erected my posture and puffed my chest out.

After a few seconds, Jack’s head drooped down and his entire body slumped. “It’s just… She’s all I have...” Jack uttered, his eyes glancing over at Isabell for a second. “If I lose her then I might as well lose my connection to the world.”

I reached out, putting a hand onto his shoulder. “I’ll take care of her, all right?” I smiled at him and he gave me a little grin.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

It was a little strange at first—having someone around the house. The last time I’d lived with a woman was back when I had my fifth girlfriend. Far before I ever thought of joining the army.
Ha… I was such a fool back then, wasn’t I? To think she’d actually wait for me… To think…

The days never seemed to end, which in some parts were a joy, but others a pain. Isabell and I had made a routine out of sitting on the couch together and watching TV.
The one time I watch the thing and I only have the basic channels…

Isabell shifted in her seat a few times and let out a sigh. Over the week, I noticed that something about her had changed. The way she carried herself was different as was the look on her face. She started out so cheerful and upbeat, but I could tell that when I told her that she couldn’t use the internet for the duration of the stay struck a chord in her.

I remembered it as if it’d happened yesterday. “
But why?
” Her voice was so shrill and high that my windows could’ve cracked.

Confused as to why she’d care so much about it, I replied, “
Because they could be using it to track you. Who knows?”
I didn’t know much about technology these days, but what I did know were the stories my friends told me. Isabell wouldn’t be the first person being tracked by the net and I knew she wouldn’t be the last.

Isabell frowned at me in the memory, so I added, “
It’s just for safety.”

Ever since then, something changed in Isabell. We sat in silence for the most part, watching the images on the screen. Occasionally, I’d try to make conversation, but it didn’t continue for very long. The most I knew about her was that she had a good friend online she talked to and a few others, but aside from that I couldn’t get much else out of her. There was no telling how long she’d be under my protection, so I decided to try again.

“Hey, so um…” She turned to face me, raising an eyebrow. “You all right?” She shrugged. “Hungry or anything?” She shrugged again. “You know, I could go for some mac and cheese myself…maybe with some bacon bits on there.”

“Same here,” she admitted quietly. “But it’s more that I’m bored than anything else, Ross.”

I crossed my arms, shifting my weight around on the cushion. “Yeah? Well…what do you do on the internet that’s so great, huh? Maybe I could entertain you.”

She stifled a laugh, but turned her entire body to face me. “You’d really like to do that, Ross?”

I nodded and a smirk wedged itself in the corner of Isabell’s face. She giggled quietly, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. In that instance, something pinged in the back of my mind—the vision of the sentry woman in all of her dripping, moaning glory. When I came back into reality, I was licking my lips and my heart was pounding in my chest faster and faster by the second.

Isabell scooted closer to me and turned down the volume of the TV. “So…I hope you’re not too weirded out by this, but how big are you?”

I blinked twice. “Excuse me?”

“You know…your cock.” Isabell bit down on her lip a little while motioning toward my groin.

I sat back a little, surprised by her question. “Well… I wasn’t expecting…
that.
” My eyes widened in shock, and yet, I could feel my cock starting to stir.

“I-I’m pretty big, I guess… I’ve never measured, but the women I’ve been with tell me, well, they usually gawk a little…”

“Oh my…” Isabell chimed, a tongue coming out to lick her thick, luscious lips.

Fuck, those lips around my cock…
“S-so, you ask this sort of thing to the guys on the net?” She nodded slowly. Every action and movement she made sent a new sensation through me—a new tingle ran down my spine or pleasant chill caught my body off guard. It’d been so long since the last time I’d done this that I forgot what words to say.
What should I do…? Should I be doing anything right now? God, what’s wrong with me? How did she get me like this already?

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed with a nod. “It’s usually pretty fun except for the whole screen thing. Sometimes I’ll get or give a cam show, but it’s just not the same, you know?” I swallowed hard, imagining her giving a guy a show—no—giving
me
a show.

I nodded, but asked with a dry mouth, “Wh-what kind of show do you usually give them?” My wolf, full of lust, seemed to speak for me, giving me a growly tone. My hand trembled, slowly drawing nearer to the outline in my jeans.

“Mm…” hummed Isabell as she leaned forward, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage to make my heart skip a beat. For the first time in the week I noticed something about Isabell that I didn’t before: her breasts. My mind was so caught up in the battles and protection that I hadn’t even
looked
at Isabell more than I had to. In this instance—this moment alone together it all came to me that she was one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever laid my eyes on. The curly hair, lovely dark complexion, and warm smile stirred me at the core and made my wolf claw at my heart.

While I was distracted by her, Isabell went on to say, “I usually show them the girls… How I like to suckle on my nipples to get me nice and wet… Then I show them down I play with myself while thinking about their cocks…”

“You…ah…ah…” I could hardly think of the words to say let alone what words sounded like. My mind focused entirely on Isabell and all I could think about was having her right then and there. A nail grown into a claw latched onto my zipper and without giving it a second though, I pulled the zipper down slowly exposing the all-too-prevalent bulge.

To my surprise, Isabell didn’t react with a gasp or even a teasing word. She simply put her hand to the bulge, feeling it as I throbbed and pulsed for her—already starting to feel myself give into my lustful desires. Her hand was warm and as she moved her hand up and down the length through the soft fabric, I couldn’t help shuddering. Another’s touch was something I’d longed for, certainly, but I never thought Isabell would be the one to give it to me.

Everything about Isabell helped me felt at ease. She exuded comfort and as my cock continued to grow in her grasp, I unbuttoned my jeans, licking my lips. “I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to touch one for a while now… Always being able to see, but not touch… It’s such a goddamned tease…”

“Oh… Oh… Ah… I, uh, I know what you mean, Isabell…” I said in between hot breaths, finding it harder to keep my composure as the seconds fast. I dared to reach for her breasts in my haze of need and desire, but she pulled back just before my fingertips met her skin.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she teased with a waggling finger. “You can touch when I tell you you can…”

I swallowed dry air, my thoughts settling. “Then what are you…? Ah-ah…” I blinked and the second I opened my eyes my cock was out and in Isabell’s hand. It felt so good for it to finally be free and in her soft, warm palm. She took it slowly at first, softly grasping it as she glided her hand up and down the shaft, but gradually, she squeezed more and more.

Pre-cum flowed freely, coating her hand and making it slick enough for her to go faster. My mouth hung open, letting one hot breath follow another as my hips started to thrust upward to the rhythm of her hand. Right when I started to feel close—from the speed and arousal alone—she stopped, letting my hardness stand freely in the cold air.

I whimpered, begging for her to take me again—in any way she could. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered. Before I could ask her what she was about to do, she adjusted herself, laying down on the couch and resting her head on my lap right beside my cock. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched her, looking down at her as she glanced up at me with a cocky smirk.

All of my muscles tensed up at the first lick and a soft sigh escaped through my gritted teeth on the second. Lap after lap up my shaft, slowly feeling up my hardened member sent a new wave of pleasure of me. Her teases did what my own hand and many before her couldn’t. My cock, pressed against her slick, warm tongue strained to be inside her lips.

“Ahhh…” I huffed, reaching out to put a hand at the back of her head. My touch seemed to encourage her because she stopped at my head after one last lick and stroked her tongue down my slit after rounding my crown. I shuddered, but the second she invited me into her lips, lightly suckling around my head, I moaned aloud.

The moan only got louder as she brought a hand up and twisted it up and down my slick shaft, moving it in time with her bobbing head. Her lips followed her hand as she pumped and sucked me. Feeling my wolf’s lustful wishes finally getting granted gave me sensations beyond all belief. My balls churned with my fresh seed just waiting to get pumped out and shoot down Isabell’s throat.

I threw my head back, planting both hands at the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair. She forced her lips halfway down my length and my eyes fluttered as I cried out, “Oh, fuck yessss!”

“Oh… Oh, Isabell…! I’m gonna… I’m gonna start…! Ohhh fuuuuck!” All at once, I started shooting into her mouth, one after the other in rapid succession. After taking a few mouthfuls, she pulled her mouth off my cock, allowing a couple of the shots to hit her face—especially her cheek. She didn’t seem to mind, however, beaming at me just as she had when I first saw her come through the door.

I was left panting as she licked my seed off of her lips, quietly giggling to herself. “Well, that was pretty fun, don’t you think?” I nodded a few times, but she gave me a look. Picking up my prick, making me wince in response, she said, “But I’m not done with you yet…”

I sat up a little, surprised. “I… You… You’re not…?” My thoughts scattered for a moment, but it only took a second for me to see what she was getting at. In an instant, she was naked and quickly changed positions again. This time, she chose to expose herself to me.

I blinked twice and wrapped my hand around my newly invigorated hardness. “Well, well… It seems that you’re not.” I got onto my knees and took a moment to admire her beauty in its rawest form. There was nothing to keep her from me and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from her for very much longer. “Hot damn, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I said with a grin, reaching down to toy with her pulsing clit. As my thumb teased the little nub, her legs spread apart further, making it seemingly too easy to wedge myself comfortably between her.

Isabell looked at me if she was blushing and the wolf in me could sense her getting warmer. Her feminine sent drove me wild the longer it was in my nostrils—nice and sweet, but also packing a punch. Knowing what I could do to her—that I could give her just as much heat as she gave to me sent me past the point of taking things slowly.

“You ready, babe?” I asked in a low, growly tone. At first I started positioning the tip at her entrance, but I abandoned the endeavor once I decided that even though I knew what she was going to say, I wanted to hear her reply.

I crawled over her, feeling my shaft grind against her wet little snatch and glide up her inner thigh. Lips just inches away from her ear, I asked again, “You ready?” in a soft whisper. I could feel Isabell shudder along my words.

“Fuck yes, Ross,” she replied without the slightest second of hesitation. I grinned, leaning in a little closer to drag my fang down her ear to tease her as my hips brought my cock up and against her dripping sex again. “Mm… Oh, baby…” moaned Isabell as she began to rock into my grinds, kicking her feet up beside me.

“You want me to go hard for you, babe…?” I asked, grinning against her skin.

“I want you to give me everything you’ve got!” As soon as she answered, I slipped the tip in, making her gasp sharply. “Ahh…!”

“That’s what I like to hear…!” I said just before joining her in the gasp, feeling her walls clamping down around me and pulling me in further and further. “Ah… You’re so… Holy shit…!” I cried as I threw my head back, pushing more of myself into her. I felt like I was never going to reach her end and before I knew it, my entirety was inside of her.

I could feel her walls all around me, clenching me tightly and already starting to milk the steady stream of pre-cum out of me. Isabell’s moans matched my groans, getting louder as I slowly started to pull my hips back and thrust right back into her. The motion only got faster, my body staying close to hers as we rocked the cushions, the TV providing white noise under our cries of pleasure.

The sensations washing over me were like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one she gave me worked wonders on my body. I could feel everything at that moment. It was close to overwhelming me the instant I started going faster, getting the entirety of my cock inside her with every other thrust. I bit down on the side of her neck, raising myself up to go even harder, making Isabell writhe and squirm under me until I started feeling myself building to the climax.

“Ah…! Ah…! Isabell…!”

“Ross! Rooosss! Yes!”

I gave her one last thrust before we both shouted out at the height of the climax. Her juices gushed past my torrent of hot seed, shooting out to meet her and fill her completely. Before I pulled out of her, our combined fluids were leaking past my shaft and onto the couch.

Exhausted, yet satisfied, I laid atop her, panting heavily as we reveled in the afterglow. “Hey Ross,” Isabell started to say in between pants.

“Yes?”

“I think my bro was wrong about you… You’re not such a bad guy.”