The Shifter's Conspiracy (Paranormal BBW Werewolf Romance Novella) (15 page)

“Elias, you’re scaring me,” I said softly, my voice trembling as my imagination ran astray in a thousand directions, imagining the absolute worst to come out of his mouth.

“What I’m going to tell you next is something you probably won’t believe, but I’m asking you,
I’m begging you
, to trust me,” he said, his eyes pleading with me in desperate sincerity.

I nodded. It was all I could do.

“Do you know what a shifter is?”

“Shifter? No,” I said, my curiosity peaked. I’d never heard the term before.

“Well, you’ve heard of werewolves right?”

“Ha, yes, of course.”

“It’s sort of like that. I’m talking about human beings who can change into animal shape and back again. In this case I’m talking about wolves in particular. What would you say if I told you that shifters were behind these abductions?”

“I’d say you’re fucking crazy. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Elias, I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not. I don’t know why you’d joke about something like this. Especially after what I’ve been through tonight.”

“What you’ve been through?”

“Yes.”

“You mean the limo being destroyed. Meeting that wolf face to face, the wolf who looked you in the eyes and told you to get out of there. The wolf that watched you run to safety as he faced the threat of gunshots. The wolf…”

My heart raced at his words.

“How do you kn—? You were there?”

“I was the wolf, Tess. I’m still that wolf.”

One might have expected me to faint in that moment, to collapse from exhaustion or fear, from shock and surprise. But the exact opposite happened: a second wave of relief washed over me. Suddenly, everything came into view, the picture started to appear to me clearer and clearer, more and more complete. I reached up an touched Elias’s face, feeling the roughness of his scruff, an image of his wolf-like shape flickering in my mind as I did so.

“You saved me.”

“I did. And I also got Cipriano to confess. He’s been making a deal with the shifters; he’s even got some on his crew. They’ve been kidnapping women all over the city and selling them to another group of shifters, sometimes for as much as millions of dollars.”

“But why? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Elias looked away. Perhaps he was unsure of what he was about to say next, unsure if I could handle the news he was about to impart to me.

“These women are valuable as mates.”

“As mates?”

“Yes.”

“What exactly do you mean?”

“To a shifter, a mate is his most prized possession, the thing he lives for and also the one thing he’d be willing to die for. It’s the source of his passion, his lust for life. Finding a mate is the one true goal of his life, but it’s a hard process. Some are willing to wait for ‘the one’ to come along, their true mate, the one mate who was made exclusively for them. Others are less patient, they want to start a pack so they’ll more actively pursue a mate,” said Elias.

He kept staring at me, but I didn’t know what to say, so I simply nodded and he continued on.

“There are some human women who are particularly prized as mates, that have certain features and characteristics that make them valuable for bearing and raising the young of the shifter, of helping him to start his pack. It’s this type of woman that Cipriano’s men are targeting. Like I said, finding a mate is the most important thing in a shifter’s life and that’s why they’re so valuable, it’s why Cipriano’s men can charge millions for the most prized women.”

“But this is crazy. How can we even go to the department about this? They’ll never believe us.”

“I know. Which is why we’ve got to put a stop to this ourselves. I gave Cipriano immunity in return for helping us. We’ll have to identify each and every individual involved. We’ll try to pin evidence on the humans and I’ll deal with the shifters myself.”

“OK,” I said. “Wait…”

“What is it?” asked Elias.

“You thought they wanted me? You think they wanted to kidnap me and sell me as a mate?”

“Yes. I know they did.”

“How? Did Cipriano confess that, too?”

“No. I knew because… because I know many shifters who would pay a fortune to have you as their mate.”

“Would you?”

“No,” said Elias.

“Oh,” I said, my heart sinking as I looked away. I thought I’d meant something to him, something more than the mere possibility of a one night fling.

“I wouldn’t want you on those terms. Yes, I want you as my mate, but only if you want me, too. Only if you desire me as desperately as I desire you. Do you, Tess?”

My answer, of course, was yes. And in the moments that followed I let him know how utterly and completely I had clung to the idea of a future with him, if only subconsciously. I let him know how I’d spent many moments fantasizing about him, wishing he would take me, play with my body, indulge my every whim and desire.

But these were things I didn’t express through words. Elias and I were done with talking for now, letting our bodies speak where mere words simply wouldn’t do. I emitted a sigh of bliss as he pushed me back on the bed, falling on top of me, his sleek, muscular frame hovering over me, pressing his heat against me.

He ran his hands over me as our mouths locked in a kiss. The feeling was beyond mere description, its force and inner magic revealed in the way his energy streamed into me and reverberated throughout my body. The wetness of our tongues intertwining, our passion hot, almost to the point of our bodies melting into each other.

I felt the roughness of his hands slipping under the fabric of my dress, pushing the straps down off of my shoulders. I squirmed beneath him in anticipation as I reached my hands up and tried to unbutton his shirt and pull it off of him, but I couldn’t force myself to be patient. I tore his shirt open, exposing the robust muscularity of his chest.

I was slightly surprised at how big he was with his shirt off. The clothes he wore on the job always made him look slimmer, more svelte and lean. Now that I could see him before me, I realized just how strong he was, the hidden force that lay within those muscles; it made me want him all the more.

He pulled my dress further down, slipping my arms through the straps, and lowering the neckline to expose my breasts. Then he leaned back in and kissed me deeply once more. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him back into me, his warmth made more palpable by the bareness of our touching skin.

His lips moved from mine, kissing my cheek, then down over my neck and shoulder, moving slowly, but deliberately, each subtle touch carrying its unique electric charge. My breaths quickened as Elias pressed his face between my breasts, taking in my scent as he rubbed his ruggedly handsome face against the smooth skin of my chest. He kissed each of my nipples, offering a subtle lick that sent a shimmering ecstasy over my skin, like a ripple of static that hinted of the passion yet to unfold.

My back arched with the soft touch of his tongue, the stimulation forcing me into slight contortions, sending me wriggling in the sheets of the bed. Each lap of his tongue caused a new sensation that floated to the forefront of my immediate consciousness, building a desire inside me and wetness between my legs.

I held his head against my chest, struck by the depth of my passion, excited as I felt Elias’s hands pulling my dress further down. His kissing lips followed in its wake, making their way down toward the smooth lines of the thong that covered up the nascent wetness of my waiting slit. He slipped his fingers under the loops of my thong. I lifted my legs to make it easier to slip it off; I was tired of waiting, and wanted to do anything I could to hasten the moment I’d long been waiting for.

His lips pressed against my skin, touching me just below my belly-button. I waited in anticipation, knowing what was on his mind, trying to imagine the feeling, the tremendous sensation of his tongue dipping lower. But I didn’t have to use my imagination for long, because my thoughts were broken up by the new sensation that rippled through me. The purest most unadulterated pleasure, the absolute rapture of his tongue circling my clit was intensified by the surprise of his fingers pushing inside my wet pussy.

I gasped a slight utterance of pleasure. Elias lapped at me, his tongue expert in its movements and expressive of his passion, its depth and nearly animalistic nature. I couldn’t have stopped him if I’d tried, not in the heat of this moment. But why would I want to? My body was almost weak with desire, each swirl of his tongue bringing me closer to the edge, his fingers filling me up, stretching me as a prelude to the girth of his cock.

I was desperate for him, even though he was right here with me. I lay there wanting him inside me, wanting him to embrace me with all the wild fury of his passion. My mind vacillated between these thoughts and my attempts to concentrate on the profound pleasure of his tongue as he continued lapping at me—but I wanted more from him.

“Elias, I want it. I want you inside me,” I moaned breathily.

Elias moved his head back up toward mine and kissed me. I bit his lip playfully. His body pressed against mine once more and I felt the bulge that had grown in his pants, touching against my bare legs. I reached down and unbuckled his belt as Elias leaned to his side and fell over on his back. I reached over and unzipped his pants, moving my head down closer to his crotch.

Slipping my hand into his underwear, I gripped the skin of his shaft and applied a delicate pressure. Easing his pants off, I pulled out his cock, and wrapped my lips around the tip, touching my wet tongue lightly to him. I took his big cock all the way into my mouth, causing him to shudder with pleasure. Knowing that he was enjoying the soft, wet feel of my mouth made me even wetter with desire.

I bobbed up and down, running his huge balls through my fingers as I swirled my tongue around his cock, applying slight pressure, then releasing. There was a passionate ebb and flow to the way I sucked at him, to the way I applied my passion toward the goal of his pleasure. But as much as I enjoyed his taste, as much as I went crazy for the feeling of his cock pounding my throat, there was only one thing I wanted now. I couldn’t wait any longer.

His cock glistened in the dim lights of the room, slick with the coating of my saliva. After giving one final passionate lick, I climbed on top of him, holding his cock in my hand as I straddled him. I rubbed the tip against the lips of my smoking slit, knowing that the size of his cock was almost more than I could handle.

Elias grabbed my voluptuous ass, squeezing it lustfully as he pulled me down toward his, pushing his cock inside me. My pussy was tight, but soaking wet, and his huge cock slid in with relative ease. I’d never had anyone fill me up like this, with such a mixture of pleasure and pain, his size a blessing and a curse.

“Go slow,” I said softly, in breathy passion.

He moved in a rhythmic motion, his hands still squeezing my ass, forcing me up and down on his cock. He was gentle at first, stroking deeply, but with a soft sensuality; he could feel the tightness of my pussy, knowing that I’d never been with anyone his size. But behind each gentle stroke I could feel a well of absolute power and strength, a controlled fury that could only be contained a little while longer. I knew he wanted to fuck me wildly, with all the animalistic passion that was pent up inside of him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

Suddenly, I found myself flipped over onto my back. In one fluid motion Elias had vaulted on top of me; such was the agile nature of his power. He pushed himself back into me, thrusting more deeply and powerfully than he had before. What I had thought would only result in pain carried me over into the purest sensations of bliss. My body practically vibrated with the waves of pleasure that rolled through me continually, setting my body tingling from my wet pussy all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.

I closed my eyes and let desire take over, giving way to the lust that sent me gyrating and grinding up against him, trying to complement his powerful thrusts with movements of my own, seeking desperately to heighten the pleasure in both of our bodies. I liked that he fucked me hard, that he didn’t hold back. I didn’t want anything between us anymore, no secrets or withholding of passion. We each gave ourselves over to the other, an act of completion and of the most absolute sort.

His grunts reminded me of an animal, completely natural in his desire for pleasure, made pure by his unabashed lust for my body. There was something surreal about the way he treated my body, the frenzy in which we found ourselves lost, an unnamed ecstasy only possible to the rarest creatures in the most uncommon circumstances.

Would it be like this every time we made love? Would there be other times? The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until now. I pushed it from my mind, not wanting to leave the moment, wanting to keep my mind ever-present on the fantastical bliss and heat of the way he thrust inside me, fucking me with a passion that I felt was created for me alone.