Taken by the Billionaire Werewolf: BBW Paranormal Bad Boy Billionaire Werewolf Romance

by Mina Carter

  He kissed her finally, lips claiming hers before she could answer. She whimpered and drove her hands into the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. Held him to her as she parted her lips in invitation. If nothing else, she was honest with herself. She wanted him and she wasn’t going to hide behind any lies to herself that he was forcing her to do this.

  Giving another deep moan, he slid his tongue deep to taste her. She clung to him, wrapped her legs around his hips as he made love to her with his mouth. God, the man could kiss. Heat spiraled up and out of control, her breathing ragged when he broke away to kiss her neck roughly.

  “Fuck, Eva…” he moaned, pausing with his lips against the side of her neck. Suddenly she realized she’d tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Baring her throat. Just like the master had warned her not to do.

  “You like this?” she asked, turning her head and tilting back to offer more to him. “Does it do it for you?”

  His growl and the sound of tearing cloth was her answer. She sucked in a hard breath as his clawed hands trashed the bodice of her dress, leaving the ruined fabric hanging loosely and revealing she wore only a strapless bra beneath. Not push-up, the girls didn’t need any help in that department.

  “Stay like that,” he ordered as he pulled back to look at her. His eyes glowed amber. “You know what that means to us.”

  It wasn’t a question, but a statement. She nodded slowly, not moving. Not taking her eyes from his.

  “You’re offering me your surrender?”

  Another nod. It was hard to breathe. Like the air between them was thicker than molasses. She’d barely finished the movement when he was on her again. His breathing punctuated by small growls. He kissed her again. Hard, on the lips. He tore his mouth away to kiss her throat.

  She was swept away, his hands hot against her skin. Touching, exploring…claiming. Her own hands weren’t idle. Stroking across his shoulder, she tested the muscles of his arms where his jacket strained over them. Did he get bigger when he partially shifted?

  Muttering a curse in the back of his throat, he shrugged out of the jacket and dropped it unheeded to the floor. He tore his tie free and her pleased murmur filled the space between them. She couldn’t wait to touch him. Reaching for his shirt buttons, she couldn’t get the damn things open.

  “Rip it off,” he urged against her lips. She nodded, tucking her fingers between the layers of fabric and yanked. Material tore, buttons pinged. She sighed in relief and pleasure as she ran her hands over his exposed chest.

  “Hell.” He leaned his head back, eyes closing for a second. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  “Might have some idea.”

  Taking advantage of his distraction, she leaned forward to plant a kiss just under his collarbone. She’d expected a reaction, but not the one she got. A snarl ripped from him and the next second she found herself flat on her back with him leaning over her. His teeth grazed her throat and she groaned.

  “I could take you right here, turn you, make you mine…” his voice was a silken temptation in the semi-darkness of the kitchen. “You’d be mine forever. No walking away. No divorce.”

  A fine tremble ran the length of her body. Tied to Alex forever? It was the stuff teenage dreams were made of… She’d planned their wedding so many times, practiced writing her “married” name in secret. Adult reality intruded. He didn’t love her. He might lust after her body, but he didn’t love her. This was a business arrangement. A pleasurable one sure, but still an arrangement.

  He dropped his head before she answered. “You make me crazy. I can’t be gentle.”

  “Screw gentle. I won’t break.”

  He pulled back to look into her eyes. Searching for something, but she wasn’t sure what. Then he nodded, and pulled her up. “Not here. Not like an animal.”

  She brushed his cheek with her fingertips. “You’re not an animal, I never thought of you that way.”

  He didn’t speak, just scooped her off the counter, ruined dress and all. Silence reigned, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing as he carried her to the bedroom. Despite the fact she had no issues with her weight, being carried was an entirely new experience. Most, okay, all of her previous boyfriends had joked that lifting her would put their backs out. Alex managed it without breaking a sweat.

  The door to his bedroom yielded to one broad shoulder and he crossed to the bed. Letting go of her knees, he slid her down the front of his body. A move that ensured she felt every hard plane of muscle on the way. She bit her lip, hands smoothing over his chest, and couldn’t resist rubbing her fingertips across his nipples.

  He jerked, nostrils flaring. “Dangerous games, Eva.”

  “So?” She flicked her now loose hair back over her shoulders. “I’m feeling dangerous tonight.”

  His lips quirked and he stalked her backward. “Really, now? That I’d like to see.”

  Her knees hit the back of the bed, but he didn’t stop, tumbling her onto the soft surface and following her down. For a big man, he moved with such hypnotic grace that she couldn’t look away. It was deadly, dangerous, and so sexy at the same time. And all focused on her.

  Braced over her, he took her lips again and she realized playtime was over. His lips were hard and commanding, demanding she yield to him and reap pleasure in return. She moaned, clutching his shoulders as his hands stripped away what remained of her dress.

  His claws made a reappearance and her bra disappeared, her panties likewise sliced at the sides. He didn’t pull them away, just cupped her over the fabric, long, strong fingers pressed against her aching clit.

  He worked his way down her neck with a trail of rough kisses. Her hands drove into his short hair as he kissed over the swell of her breast. The warm, wet flick of his tongue over her nipple made her cry out. A wave of liquid heat escaped her, dampening the fabric between her legs and he growled against her nipple in approval. Then he closed his lips around the beaded tip and sucked.

  Arching her back, she offered more of the rounded globe to his talented lips and tongue. He took it, working her with licks, suckles, and gentle nips that strung her out, stretching the tension within her tighter with each touch. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his fingers pressed against her clit. Pressure, then gone. Tapping her through the ruined panties. She panted, parting her thighs to grant him better access. She needed him to touch her. Now.

  He rumbled, a small sound of masculine amusement and swept the scrap of satin away. His fingertips stroked her soaked pussy lips at the same time he claimed her lips again. The small moan she made was lost under his lips. His tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time he slid a finger deep into the soaked depths of her pussy.

  “Tight and hot.” His words were soft against her lips. “Wet… Are you ready for me, Eva?”

  He curled his finger back, pressing against her G-spot and she couldn’t answer. Who needed words? She dug her fingernails into his upper arms, bearing down on his hand as she rocked her hips. He hissed, pleasure on his face.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Another kiss, harder this time as he added another finger to fuck her. She whimpered and writhed, almost out of her mind with the need for him to fill her. Then his hand was gone, his breathing ragged as his lips hovered just above her. The sound of clothing being removed reached her ears and within a second he was back, parting her thighs with a hard knee to settle between them.

  She sucked in a breath as the broad tip of his cock brushed against her pussy lips. Reaching between them, he set the head against her and pushed.

  “Ohhhh,” her lips parted on a soft exclamation.

  He was big, thick cock parting her as he pressed forward. It burned, but in a good way. Her pussy ached, pulsing around him as he impaled her. His hand slid under her shoulder and cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head back to bare her throat for him again. He pressed hot, biting kisses against the tender skin as he penetrated her.
Only halfway. Grunting, he pulled back and pushed again, shorter, sharper strokes to work himself all the way inside.

  “Fuck, Eva…you’re—” He didn’t finish the sentence, instead groaning as he bottomed out, his balls against her ass. She closed her eyes, loving the feeling of him over and within her. His cock jerked and her pussy pulsed in response. She’d always imagined what sex with Alex would be like.

  Her imaginings came nowhere close to the reality.

  He started to move, drawing his hips back almost all the way. This time he slid into her in one long, slick ride that made them both moan in pleasure. His pace started slowly, allowing them to savor the sensation as he drove in and out, but soon heat and need took over.

  Speeding up, his hand was firm on the back of her neck to hold her still beneath him. She didn’t mind. Although the hold was possessive, it was also protective and fed something primal and feminine inside her.

  It didn’t take long for all thought to be swept away. The pace increased, the growls rumbling from the center of his chest deepened. She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his lean hips. They both groaned as the change in position slid him half an inch farther within her.

  He swore and slammed his free hand into the bed next to her head, claws erupting from the ends of his fingers to shred the bedclothing. Then all bets were off. His thrusts became harder, more feral. All she could do was hold on for the ride. And what a ride it was.

  He spared no effort, his entire body taut with power and control as he fucked her hard and fast. But not just for his own pleasure. Moving again, he pushed to his knees, lifting her hips to slide them under her ass. She arched, mind blown by the sensation as his cock pressed inside her in an entirely new way. He held her hips, muscles in his arms tensed with the strain.

  “Oh…I’m…” Her orgasm swept up, faster than she’d ever felt before. She gripped his wrists, needing something to anchor herself.

  “Come.” It was an order. Pure and simple. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel your sweet release as your cunt grips me.”

  The harsh order did it. With a cry, Eva let go and came hard and fast. It rocketed through her, invading every cell, every limb with the speed of a bullet. Her body arched with the force of it. He dropped forward, his hands braced either side of her head to power into her. The gloves were off, but she didn’t care. With her own release pulling her body taut, his heavy thrusts drew her pleasure out. Ignited more sensation in her hypersensitive body.

  His face tightened, expression hard and with a last thrust into her, he stiffened. Throwing his head back, he snarled his release. His cock pulsed within her, bathing her inner walls with his hot seed. He dropped over her, not crushing her but to gather her close as his lips brushed her throat. Almost like he was thinking about biting her, right then and there, and damn the consequences.

  She stilled, waiting for the sharp slash of pain but instead his lips caressed her throat.

  “That was…” she paused, her voice little more than a whisper.

  He lifted his head, eyes pale in the semi-darkness. “Was what? You think I’m done with you already?” His lips twisted into a smile. “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

  ***

  Eva woke to sunlight streaming through the large windows and onto the bed. She was warm, sleepy, and content for all of three seconds before her memory kicked in and she remembered she was in Alex’s bed. Heat hit her cheeks and an ache between her legs reminded her that Alex hadn’t just been an excellent lover, but an insatiable one. He’d woken her several times, almost as though he couldn’t get enough of her body.

  And he was…gone.

  She spread her hand over the other side of the bed. It was cold, Alex long gone. No note. No nothing. The room was neat and tidy, the remnants of her clothing as absent as the man himself.

  Sanitized. As though what they’d shared had never happened. Deal done. Move on.

  Heart heavy, she slid from the bed and padded to the guest room. Her clothes were on the bed, neatly laundered and folded. She wasted no time showering and changing so she could get out of here. As much as her heart railed against the idea, there was no way a man like Alex would want more than a night with her.

  Finally dressed and with her damp hair pulled back into a messy bun, she headed for the lift. There had to be a way to call it from this floor. Either that or she could call the lobby and have it sent up.

  She had her hand in her purse, rooting for her cell when the lift door opened to reveal Alex. Suited and booted, he was as devastatingly handsome now as he had been every other time she’d seen him, even though she knew he’d had next to no sleep.

  Surprise flowed over his face for a moment before he frowned. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Umm. Home? Work?” She shrugged, trying to keep her poker face in place. Hard to do when he started to stalk her. She backed, but quickly ran out of room. Her breathing hitched as he crowded her against the wall, tucking a finger under her chin to make her look up and meet his eyes.

  “You’re mine, remember? For as long as I want you, and believe me, I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

  The End (for now…)

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