Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (19 page)

That night, Mike and Sarah got ready for bed. Some newlyweds, on their wedding night, have a lot of preparations before they actually become intimate. Sarah had three nightgowns to try on for Mike who liked every one of them.

The third was Sarah’s favorite. She chose a full-length silk nightgown in a burgundy color that went well with her skin. It was all lace from the waist up. Mike loved it because he could see the little smudged areas on her soft mounds. He grabbed her and kissed her and let her down on the bed. He rolled on top of her. “I love you more than anything, but you’re not going to try on another nightgown. I love this one. It’s perfect.”

“Then you may unwrap me. I’m your wedding present.”

At the same time as Mike and Sarah were preparing to start their marriage, Victoria was trapped in a dream with Luther. She stood in front of him wearing only a chemise. It seemed very short on the bottom and low-cut on top. She looked up at his eyes and couldn’t decide if they looked angry or pleasant. She backed away from him. “Please don’t hurt me.”

He took three giant steps and held her arms with his hands. His hands were gentle and warm. “I would never hurt you. I care about you.”

She studied the eyes in the man who outweighed her by a hundred and fifty pounds. They were kind and patient. She said, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Make love to you.” He slid his hands around to her back and pulled her against him. She felt her breasts push against his chest and a long pole-like appendage poke into her tummy.

She looked at his face again. It became the face of her last foster father. His eyes changed to eyes full of lust and fury. He pulled at her chemise and it tore away like tissue paper. He threw it in a corner. She was naked and he looked at her with dreadful lust in his eyes.

She wailed and pounded on his chest. He laughed and threw her on a bed. He yelled, “You’re mine now, little missy. You can’t get away.” He leaped on top of her, pushing both of his legs between hers and spreading her legs out painfully.

She could feel his hard, bony body against her. He tried to kiss her, and she rocked her face from side to side to avoid him.

Mike succeeded in pulling the skirt of the nightgown up to Sarah’s waist. His hand slid tenderly between her legs. She slid the delicate straps off her shoulders and let it fall enough for Mike to gently bite the little tips on her breasts. She gasped and held his head against her body.

Victoria poked the man in the eye and ran away when he rolled away from her. He followed her with his good eye and jumped off the bed. “Where are you going, little missy. There’s no where to run.” He walked slowly toward her. She saw his mammoth cock bouncing in front of him as he walked.

Sarah pushed Mike’s satin shorts down and off his body. She felt around while he kissed her. “Boy, you weren’t kidding. You’re big.”

“But I’m gentle and considerate.”

“I know that. I like big.” Sarah looked at the ceiling while her hand was busy. “When are we going to do this? I want to get ready”

“Don’t get ready. Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

“Are you sure?”

He gave another kiss. “Yes. I know what to do. Just lay back and enjoy what I’m doing to you.”

“That’s not hard.” She let her arms fall on the bed to either side of her. She’d been trapping his hand between her legs to keep him touching her. She stopped and let her legs fall open. She closed her eyes. “I’m all yours.”

Victoria backed as far as she could. The man stood in front of her, within inches of her nose. He stroked her breast with the knuckles of his left hand. He chuckled; an obscene sound carrying violence and rage. “I’m it for you, little missy. I’m the only kind of man who’ll ever touch you. Get used to the idea.” She felt him grab her hair and pull her head to one side. She smelled his body odor and offensive masculine scent as he leaned in to kiss her neck.

Sarah’s mouth fell open as Mike touched her. She moaned softly when the sensations threatened to make her faint.

Her hips bucked off the bed into Mike’s fingers.

Mike moved between her legs. She said, “Wait a minute.”

Victoria woke up, covered in sweat, just as she felt his fingers stab between her legs. She got up, got dressed and walked into the hotel corridor. It took more than an hour to drive the terror from her heart.

Sarah stroked Mike’s cock with her fingers. He looked down at her with love and encouragement. She said, “Alright. I’m ready.” She closed her eyes tightly.

Nothing happened. She opened one eye. Mike said, “Remember, it’s me. I love you. You don’t have to get ready. It’ll only make you tighten up inside.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. In fact, lets change this around. You get on top.”

He turned them around, and Sarah pulled her knees up so she sat on his belly. She grinned. “I like this. I’m in control.”

“You certainly are. What do you want to do now?”

“I want you inside me.”

“Good choice.”

Sarah lifted herself up and found his cock with her hand. She rubbed him up and down her lower lips, bumping across the sensitive, little bud. She did this until her insides melted and her body felt limp and weak.

She separated her lower lips and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her sheath. She pressed down slightly. Mike held her hips. “Don’t try too much. Your body has to get used to me. Stay there, and I’ll touch you some more.” He went to work on the little bud just in front of her entrance and her nipples.

She smiled. “I love that.”

A minute later, Mike’s cock slid gently into her entrance. She gasped. “That didn’t hurt at all. It feels good.”

She took him in inch by inch until she felt completely full.

They found a good easy rhythm and kept it up until both of them reached completion.

Sarah fell down on his body, completely boneless and happy.

They enjoyed the good feelings that come after lovemaking for a few minutes.

Mike said, “What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“This. Over and over again until you’re worn out, and I’m completely satisfied.”

“Wonderful. What is everyone else going to do?”

“There’s a mine tour that sounded fun. They get to go inside a real silver mine.”

“Will Victoria be able to go?”

“I hope so.”

The Silver King Coalition Mine Tour went down inside the mine a thousand feet. Luther and Victoria both joined the tour. Luther carefully stayed at the other end of where ever Victoria was. If she followed the guide at the front of the pack of tourists, he stayed at the back.

When they reached the very bottom of the mine, Luther had to tie his shoe. Victoria walked along in the very end of the group. She stopped walking when she saw Luther.

The few seconds that kept them from being with the main group became serious when the mine shook and a big stone fell into the exit tunnel.

Victoria fell to the ground. Luther tried to help her up, but she panicked and screamed. He backed away against a wall and stay there.

The ground stopped shaking. Victoria stood up and scuttled over to the other end of the big room.

Victoria crumpled down along the wall, put her hands on her knees and her face in her hands. She wailed in fear because she was trapped in a failing mine and trapped with Luther. She had no place to run.

Luther stayed where he was. The room was completely silent. This is part of the fear-inducing situation in a mine cave-in. There are no familiar sounds, no street noises or people talking or feet shuffling along the floor.

Luther said, “Victoria, we’re going to be alright. They know we’re here. They’ll come for us. We just have to make it through the next few hours. We can do that.”

The wailing didn’t stop.

Luther kept talking. “This is a good chance for us to get to know each other.” He had to talk loudly to be heard over her crying and almost-hysterical sobs. “I was born in Los Angeles. My parents came from Samoa thirty years ago. You’d like my father. He’s a very nice man. He teaches Chemistry at UCLA. Were you born here? Victoria, where do you come from?”

He waited. She didn’t answer, but her sobbing became softer. He looked around the little room. They’d served refreshments. A table set up by one wall held hot chocolate and donuts. Luther said, “Would you like something to drink or eat. I tried the chocolate. It’s not bad for mass-produced. The donuts are good too. I could bring some to you.”

She shook her head and managed to say, “No. No, I don’t want anything.”

“Tell me if you do. I attended the University of Utah for four years. I didn’t just play football. I guess I inherited the science gene from my dad. I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Organic Chemistry. Did you go to college? What did you study?”

She didn’t raise her head. “Art. I’m an artist. I paint.”

He started to say, “That’s interesting...” Unfortunately, the room shook with another trembler.

Abruptly, Victoria jumped to her feet and ran to Luther. She said, “Hold me. I’m so scared.”

Luther opened his coat and Victoria climbed inside it. She huddled against him. He closed the coat around her and held her with his arms. He felt her quivering against him. He said, “We’re going to be fine. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She cried, desperately weak little whimpers that stabbed his soul. He stroked her head and held her against him. “Really. We’re not going to die. We’ll be fine right here until they rescue us.”

She reached one arm across his wide chest and held on as if they were tumbling down a mountain.

Luther asked, “What kind of painting do you do? Landscapes, portraits?”

“I like...” She had a bout of trembling and had to wait for it to stop. “I like painting people. Especially women with children.”

“Like Mary Cassatt?”

This surprised her so much she raised her head and looked at him. “Yes. You must know something about art to know that name.”

“Kind of. I’m the only one in my family with a humanities bent. Everybody else likes science and nothing else.”

“How did you get it if it wasn’t present in your home?”

“By accident. I’d finished my Chem work in my Junior year and had nothing to do so I started wandering around the web. By accident, I landed on a site dedicated to art; the paintings of Claude Monet. I looked at his paintings of the water lilies and felt light headed. I looked at another one and another one and got the same reaction. I didn’t believe it. Working too hard at football practice or my allergies acting up could have caused it. I shut the computer down and went about my business. The next day, I went back to the site and got the same reaction. I still get it although I can’t predict which artists will do it to me or for how long. I started with the Impressionists and moved on when their work didn’t produce the same thrill. I’m with American artists of the Depression; Grant Wood, Thomas Hart Benton. They still make me feel alive.”

“Interesting. You’re like a native art lover. You don’t have any background. You just love it.”

“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t tell anybody, because I don’t care about the artists, other than knowing their names. If anybody asked me a question about art history, I couldn’t tell them anything. I’m a junkie for the stuff. I don’t care who made it. I just want more and more of it.”

“There’s an exhibition of the Ashcan School next week at the Museum of Art on campus. Do you know them?”

“I looked them up. Stephan Crane, Theodore Dreiser. Frank Norris and Edward Hopper. Hopper’s my favorite.” Luther paused. He thought about asking her out to the exhibition and decided to wait.

She said, “We should go together. We like the same things.”

“I’d like that.” He paused. “Why don’t we get more comfortable? It might be a long wait.”

He sat down on the floor. Victoria kept some contact with him with her fingers. The floor was hard and unforgiving. He had a fanny pack. He laid down, using the pack as his pillow. Victoria slid inside her coat with a hand across his chest. She hooked a leg around one knee and used her arms and legs to clutch him close to her.