Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (76 page)

Chapter Two

Emily signed some documents and left the incredible mansion. She drove past a car parked down the road a hundred yards. It demanded attention. Even in Los Angeles, a city known for conspicuous consumption, a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento stands out. Lamborghini extended itself for the Sesto Elemento. Built mainly of carbon fiber, the Sesto Elemento weighs only 2,200 pounds, no more than a small Volkswagon, and sports a V10 engine of 570 horsepower. It uses Prosaic heatproof glass to form the exhaust system and can run from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds. It costs $2.2 million. It looks like someone put good aerodynamics on a shark.

Emily saw the driver of the car standing in the six foot high underbrush, looking back at the house with binoculars. She took a quick image with her phone and drove home.

The next day, Reynard showed Emily her desk and computer and the rooms in which the paintings were hung.

As they toured the huge home, Reynard said, “Are you from Los Angeles?”

“Yes. I was born in Hollywood and raised in the valley. You’re French obviously. Your English is excellent. When did you arrive in the United States?”

Reynard opened his mouth to speak and paused.

She knew when someone was lying because it had been discussed over dinner. People telling the truth don’t have to prepare beforehand. They simply go into a description of the event. It doesn’t flow smoothly. When they lie, they’ve prepared their statements before they say them. It flows without error and sounds like a speech.

Reynard said, in words that came out without hesitation, “I came here when I was seventeen. I attended school in New York and graduated from NYU. My family has been in art for six generations. They’re in New York City. I have three brothers and a sister.” As an afterthought, he added, “I wish I could see them more often.

Emily asked, “Do you know anyone who drives a Lamborghini Sesta Elemento?”

Reynard looked down and shook his head. “No. I wish I did. I’d ask to borrow it.” He rushed along to get to the next room.

Twenty minutes later, Reynard asked Emily to sit at her computer while he showed her the software for processing acquisitions. Emily noticed that Reynard hovered near her. She’s worn a very expensive fragrance that day in case he got close enough to smell her. She could feel his breath on her neck.

She, very carefully, turned her head to ask him a question about the software. He, just as carefully, turned toward her. Their lips were within an inch of each other. She glanced down at his lips. He began to lean toward her then, at the last second, turned his head toward the screen.

They played this game for a month. Emily did her job with admirable skill and dedication and tried to get as close to Reynard as possible. Reynard obviously enjoyed the game. But they never actually touched.

Chapter Three

Mignon and Alain continued mostly ignoring each other except when Mignon had a tantrum and Alain intervened

It all changed on a rare Saturday when Emily had to work.

She was walking down a stairway when she looked out a window and saw Reynard and the suspicious man who drove the expensive Lamborghini talking in the back yard. She snapped an image on her cell phone.

At three in the afternoon, Mignon finally got what she had been asking for all along. Everyone was feeling a little hungry and out of sorts because dinner was still hours away.

Mignon said, very bluntly, “I quit. I can not work this way. I am never paid the attentions. I am always pushed off to the side in favor of Emily. I will leave tonight. It must be done. My life can’t be lived under these condition.” She’d started her speech speaking shrilly and ended it in a full screech.

Reynard said, “No, my sweet. This office is more a home than it is a workplace. You will not leave. You are a member of the family.” He opened his arms and Mignon glided into them for a hug.

She left his arms and glared at Alain. She sputtered, “Here is a man. He takes me in his arms and tends to my feelings. Thank the Good God there is one man in the room.”

Alain threw his kitchen gloves on the table and turned around. He said, “Enough.” His voice was soft and the tone firm. He advanced on Mignon.

Mignon looked at him with concern as he towered over her. She said, “Alain? What are you going to do? Whatever it is, you can’t do it. I must have my dignities. You can not take those away from me.”

He didn’t answer. He grabbed her left hand out of the air and pulled. He bent over to catch her on his shoulder as she fell forward. He walked to his bedroom with Mignon limp, hanging down his back. She said angry things in French at the top of her lungs. He held her in place with his arm over the back of her legs, under her skirt.

Reynard called after them, “Bon Chance, mon ami. Bon Chance.”

Alain didn’t answer or turn around. He waved two fingers over his head. Reynard and Emily noticed that Mignon was pounding on his back and demanding to be put down.

Chapter Four

Alain placed an incensed Mignon on her feet by his bed. She sputtered, “What do you think you are doing to me? Why have you carried me off in such a way? Over your shoulder with my legs showing and my skirt up to my rear end.” She glanced down at his hands. “What are you doing now?”

Alain was undoing the buttons on her blouse. “I will not live with you the way you are, and I will not let you go.”

“And do you think taking my clothes off will make me pleasant and calm like some fat Provence housewife on a farm?”

“That and my touch on your skin. No man is touching you. No one is giving you good feelings. I think that is the cause of this constant temper” He opened her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. He pushed it off her shoulders. His hands moved slowly and carefully. He paused to study her lovely, lace bra and the breasts it contained.

Her voice gained volume and stridency. “Do you think I will change just because you roll me in the hay? Is that it?” She shook her finger in Alain’s face. “Let me tell you something, my friend with muscles. It will take more than that to make me cheerful.”

“I know that. If you will be quiet for a moment and let me do what must be done, I will tell you what more there is.”

She perked up and waited. He didn’t expand on his comment.

Alain rested his hands on her ribs below her bra. He looked her in the eye and moved his hands under her bra, lifting it over her breasts and up on her chest. He filled his hands with her modest, but shapely breasts. Her eyelids fluttered.

She put the back of her hand on her forehead. “Is this the way a gentleman acts? You overpower me with your greater size and take my boobs for your own.”

“No, my sweet. Not that ugly word. I have my hands on your breasts. That shows proper respect for your beauty.”

She dropped her hand. “Well, so what? What difference if you touch my boobs or my breasts? You don’t have permission to do either one.” She looked down at his hands. She felt their warmth against her skin. Alain lifted them up her chest slightly and gave them a squeeze. She said, “I say again, is this the way a gentleman acts towards a lady of delicacy?”

“Probably not. But it is what I’m doing to you now. And, unless you force me, I won’t stop doing it.”

“Until what? You aren’t thinking that I will tolerate your body inside mine. That is too much. A woman of breeding wouldn’t agree to that under any circumstances. Why don’t you do the normal thing? Take me to dinner, bring me flowers and candy.”

“Would you have agreed to a dinner such as you describe in a good restaurant? Would you keep still during such a dinner and not have the screaming tantrum?”

“Well, perhaps not, but it would have been nice to be asked.” Her mouth grew firm. “But that is not the question we have. You are doing this without my permissions. How do you answer that?”

His voice rose. “Without your permission is it? Are you calling for help? Are you slapping my face and trying to get away? You are not.”

“That doesn’t mean I want you inside my body.” She gasped. “What are you doing now?”

Alain found the zipper and clasp at the waist of her skirt. He dealt with it quickly and adroitly. Her skirt fell to the floor. She wore her bra under her arms, panties of a dangerous cut and translucency and thigh high stockings. She stepped out of her skirt. Alain picked it up and folded it. He put it over the back of a chair.

Mignon unhooked her bra and threw it on the same chair. She held up her hand. “Stop. We must put a hold on these proceedings. We will not be going... what is the American phrase?... Yes, we will not be going all the way, but no woman of any femininity will stand before a man without covering for her breasts and not demand an opinion. Do you like my breasts, Alain Lefevbre? Speak now. I must know.”

Alain kissed the top of her left breast.

She said, “At least, I can see that you appreciate me. That is good. But this must stop. Look a little longer to make sure you never have to do this again, and I will get dressed, and we can pretend that today is a fantasy.”

Alain shook his head. “No, mon cherie. We must go far enough to make a change in your behavior, which is most abominable. As I look at it now, that means all the way.” He bent his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He lifted her up in the air. She squealed. “Now what are you doing?”

“Taking the next step. Notice please, that I have positioned you in my arms around your body at such a height that your lovely nipples and my mouth are the same.”

Her voice was suspicious. “Why does that matter?” Her mouth dropped open and her hands clamped over her breasts. “You wouldn’t put your lips on my nipples would you? That is a liberty I have not granted.”

Alain stopped moving. He didn’t talk. He didn’t plead or beg. He looked into her eyes and waited. Mignon realized that he was a solid, stable man with strength she hadn’t known about. She realized he wasn’t going to let her down until he got what he wanted. She said, “I see I have no choice. I can’t stay up here forever. I have work to do. Be nice. No biting and after this, I put my clothes on and leave. This is all you get.” She dropped her hands slowly.

Alain opened his mouth and set it gently over her left breast. She jumped when his tongue touched her. He said, “That wasn’t biting.”

“You could have been preparing to bite.”

“No. You said no biting and no biting is what we shall do.”

He put his mouth back where it had been. He sucked and licked both nipples. He did it slowly and carefully. She made small noises that sounded like approval. Each nipple responded to his efforts by growing longer and harder.

He covered his teeth with his lips and pressed down gently on her right nipple then moved his jaw back and forth to give it a twist. He felt her skin heat up and watched, from up close, as it turned from a delicate, light color to pink then deep red. She moaned when he did it again. She whispered, with her eyes closed, “That feels like biting.”

Alain noticed that her hand had moved from his shoulder to the back of his head and she was guiding his head back and forth from one to the other.

She moaned again. “This is not fair. You’re not taking me by force, but I have no choice. You’ve incapacitated me by lifting me in the air, and you’re having your way with me. My body is responding against my wishes. You know that soon I will not be able to fight back.”

“That’s true. Soon, we arrive.”

Her eyes sprang open. “What do you mean ‘arrive’? I told you we would not be taking this to its conclusion. When I give myself to a man, I want to be in charge. I’m not in charge of you. You don’t obey orders. Now, we must stop.”

He looked up at her. “What are you afraid of?”

She looked all around the room without answering the question.

He said, “Do you think to find an answer in a corner of the ceiling, perhaps behind the bed or under the chair?”

“What I am afraid is not your concern?”

Alain allowed her to slip through his arms until his hands found her lovely rear end. Her skirt didn’t follow the rest of her body and bunched around her waist. He said, “My sweet, it is very much my concern. Why do you think I have hesitated to do this? I don’t want to live with a shrew, but I can’t live without you. So I have decided on this course of action. I can think of no other way to change our lives. You would run away if I gave you the chance.” He paused. She watched him with worry in her face. He continued, “If I did nothing, sooner or later, you would run away in actuality, and I would lose you.” He filled his hands with her panty covered body. She tried to dislodge his hands and couldn’t budge them. He moved, first one hand then the other, inside her panties so that he held her perfect butt, skin to skin. She wiggled to make him let go. He didn’t.

He tilted her over on the bed, slowly and with painful gentleness, on her back. His hands were in the perfect spot to slip inside the waistband of her panties and pull them off her legs. She gasped. “Alain! What are you doing?”

“I’m taking your lovely panties off, Mignon. I’m doing what must be done for us to be together.”

He reached between her legs toward her pussy. Her hand was quicker. She covered her fragrant garden with her hand. “Stop. Please. All of what has happened up till now has been fun and games. Touching me between my legs puts us across a line of some kind. How do you say it?”

“When I touch you, I will have crossed a line.”

“Bon. What you said.” She looked in his eyes then looked away. Her voice as she said her next words sounded disconnected, as if the woman who spoke them couldn’t bear to own them. “You can’t do that unless you’re willing to stay with me forever. It is too much to ask for me. To let you have that liberty and not be assured of your presence in my life.” She swallowed and swallowed again.

“I know that.”

“No. You still don’t have it completely. You’re assuming I will become pleasant and agreeable. What if I don’t. Will you stay with me if I still persist in complaining and screeching? What if you succeed in getting inside me with your big penis, and you give me a baby? Will you be there to help?”

Alain found her eyes with his. He was serious. “Did you know that Reynard and I are both of the military?”

“No. I didn’t.” She hadn’t moved her hand. It was still a barrier to his progress.

“We were with the Commandos Marine in Afghanistan. We don’t take on a responsibility and let it go afterwards. It is not in our nature.”

For the first time, Mignon showed herself, naked and vulnerable. She crossed her chest with her arm, hiding her exposed, defenseless breasts. “Please. Take care of me. Don’t leave me. I will let you go forward because I love you. And... and...” Alain allowed her pause to continue until she said, “...because I have wanted you to do this from the day I stepped into your kitchen. But you must promise. Will you take care of me as a husband should?”

Alain smiled at her. “I will. Until we occupy two plots in the cemetery, side-by-side.”

She moved both hands. They lay on the bed, palms up, by her head. Alain kissed her once more to tell her that he appreciated her sacrifice.

His fingers found her pussy and stroked her delicate tissues. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Yes. Like that. You will make a good husband and lover.”

“Mon Cherie, I have never asked you to marry me.”

“You will.” She put her fingers on his lips. “I don’t have to pretend any more. I want you to love me and maybe give me a baby to raise. But we must do it without words. I need to feel everything you do to me. I can’t if I have to listen to you talk.”

Alain chose the best way of responding to her words. He kissed her again with commitment and love. She kissed back.

He backed off a few inches. “You said ‘no words’, but these are required at this point. I love you. I will love you no matter who you choose to be. That is permanent.”

She surprised Alain by drawing him close and bursting into tears. She raised her face toward the ceiling and wailed in joy and relief. She stroked his cheek with hers. “You love me. I have wanted to hear those words for so long.”

“I’ll say them again. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

While he talked he moved the head of his cock into her entrance. As he said the last three words, he slid gently inside her.

Mignon arched her back. “Oh you are big. How heavenly.”

He moved them around until they laid on their sides. He brought her knee over to rest on his waist. H kept himself from moving any deeper and touched the delicate, sensitive tissues around her entrance. She closed her eyes and smiled. Alain noticed two tears on her cheeks. He kissed each one to wipe it away.

Alain didn’t move for another ten minutes while he stroked and rubbed and pressed his hands against all of her important spots.