Wolf Snatched: A Dark BBW Shifter Romance (The Dark Ridge Wolves Book 1)

by Marissa Farrar

  Or it could be another wolf shifter.

  Thoughts of Alyssa’s pack crept into his mind once more.

  Though sure he’d only heard a deer, he left the clearing and headed deeper into the forest. He didn’t want to leave Alyssa for long—with her tied up like that, she might not be able to run, but she was also vulnerable. He doubted any passersby would happen upon her, but he didn’t want to take the risk. Besides, he was impatient to get back to her and continue where he’d left off.

  Nothing gave him cause to worry any further, so he turned around and walked back to the barn. He pushed open the doors to find Alyssa in exactly the same position he’d left her in, with her glaring at him furiously.

  “So good of you to come back,” she said, her voice thick with sarcasm.

  “You should know I wouldn’t leave you for long. I just thought you needed to take a few minutes to cool off.”

  “No thanks to you.”

  “I told you, I want you to be begging for it, remember?”

  “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s cruel to tease?”

  He twisted his lips. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t even remember her. She died not long after I was born, and my father was cast out of our pack. He roamed the country with me until I was a teenager.”

  Some of the anger had drained from her body, and she eyed him curiously. “And then what happened?”

  “He died. Was shot while he was in wolf form by some hunters. He managed to make it back to me, but he died in my arms.”

  “I’m so sorry, Callum. What did you do?”

  He shrugged. “Just kept wandering. Did the occasional job for humans when I could get it. Hunted the rest of the time. I lived that way for years, and then one day I came across the most incredible scent and my whole world changed.”

  “You did? What was it?”

  “You.”

  She straightened in surprise. “Me?”

  “Yes, the scent of my mate. I knew it the moment I caught your fragrance on the breeze. I watched you for a little while, found out where you’d come from. Then I approached your alpha, and let’s just say the rest is history.”

  For once, she was silent.

  He dropped down in front of her. “So you see why I had to go to such extremes to make sure you’d spend time with me, so I could make you understand how important it is for you not to go back to your pack.”

  “I don’t know that you’re my mate. That certainty you feel isn’t inside me.”

  He reached out to touch her hair, pushing the curly brown locks away from her throat and back over her shoulder. He noticed how she hitched a breath at his touch, at how her nipples crinkled beneath the thin summer dress she wore.

  “I’m older than you,” he said. “I’m further into my maturity, so my natural instincts are stronger. If you were just a little older, you’d probably have scented me too.”

  “But I didn’t, and I’m not.”

  He pressed his hand to her thigh. “Which is why I have to convince you.”

  She took a breath. “And if I said I was already convinced?”

  He held back a smile. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to tell him that she agreed he was her mate, but she was only saying it to get him to set her free. The moment he undid those ties, she’d be out of here.

  “Sorry, Alyssa,” he said. “I’m not buying it.”

  “I’m not selling.” The fierceness was back, the glint of anger. Was it wrong that this side of her excited him? He’d always liked a challenge.

  He got back to his feet and reached out to her and pulled the straps of both her sundress and her bra down her shoulders so they rested across the middle of her upper arms. A faint pale line drew across her skin where the straps had been.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  He didn’t answer. Without the support, her large breasts spilled out and down. He wanted to see them. He hooked his finger over the front of her dress, right at the point of her cleavage, and pulled downward.

  “Callum!” she exclaimed.

  He still didn’t speak. The front of the dress sat below her bra now—a simple white cotton and lace affair. He enjoyed seeing her tits half supported by the cups like that, but he wanted more. Reaching out once more, he pulled down the right cup, freeing her breast to the open air, and then he did the same to the second. She sat, tied in the chair, with her dress half way down her middle and her tits gloriously exposed. They were beautiful, large and round, creamy skin with pink areoles. His cock grew hard in his jeans again, and this time he placed his hand across the front of his crotch and rubbed.

  Her breath had grown shallow, but her breasts jiggled with every intake. His palms itched to touch her, his mouth watering to latch around those big nipples and suck them hard.

  She was watching him, her eyes wide, her lower lip slack with arousal. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice was breathy.

  “It’s more like what you’re going to do to me.”

  He unzipped himself and pulled his erection out into the space between them. Her gaze locked on his hard cock, her lips instinctively parting. Oh, yes, he was going to enjoy this, and he knew she would too. He could hear her pulse thundering, and those big nipples tightened and shrunk into two hard buds.

  Loving how she was watching him, he stroked his hand from the base of his cock, right to the tip and back down again. Her tongue sneaked out and wet her lower lip. Even if she didn’t give voice to it, she knew what he needed—what they both needed.

  Callum stepped closer. With his other hand, he reached out to cup one of her tits. It was just how he’d imagined—warm, soft, heavy in his palm. His fingers caught her nipple and squeezed hard, twisting it slightly in a way he knew would cause both pleasure and pain. Alyssa gave a little cry, but her lips parted and her back arched, pushing her breast further into his palm.

  Holding his cock at the base, he moved forward again, decreasing the distance between him and her mouth. If she wanted him, she’d show him.

  And she did. Instead of turning away, she turned her face toward him, her lips parting.

  That was all the encouragement he needed.

  Chapter Ten

  She was probably losing her mind, but right now she wanted nothing more than to take him in her mouth. With her sharpened shifter senses, she could already inhale the masculine musk of him, and it made her crave him like nothing else in this world. He was working her nipple in a way that made her wonder if he was born for the job, applying just the right amount of pressure to send a line of arousal directly between her thighs. She knew she was getting wet again. Her mind might be telling her this was madness, but her body had another idea entirely.

  Her lips parted and his cock was right there, brushing her mouth. She sneaked out her tongue and tasted him. He was hot and salty, and as she opened her mouth farther, he moved forward and pushed the head of his erection between her lips and onto her tongue.

  His hand left her breast and knotted in her hair. She knew he was controlling her speed and movements, but he wasn’t forcing himself on her, more holding her steady. Strangely, she liked how it made her feel—still tied to the chair, his fingers fisted in her hair, his cock in her mouth. It was as though he was owning her, claiming her.

  She bobbed back and forth, wanting to draw him deeper. Her tongue swirled around him, her lips around his girth. He was so hard, and yet his skin felt like silk. Pleasure built at her core, and she tried to press her thighs together, wishing her would put his hand between her thighs again and push his fingers inside her. Hell, she wanted more than that, she wanted all of him inside her.

  Sudden alarm raced through her. She knew what that meant. Mated. If she let him inside her, she would be mated and then all of the things he’d talked about—her leaving her pack and them starting up anew—would be real.

  Alyssa opened her mouth and released his erection, turning her face away. “No, stop.”

  He immediately let go of her hai
r and stepped away. “What’s wrong?”

  She was glad he hadn’t just forced himself on her. He must have been close to coming and there was nothing to stop him holding her there and taking what he wanted, spilling his seed down her throat, but he hadn’t.

  “Please, just stop. I can’t do this.”

  He tucked his deflating erection away and put up both hands in defense. “It’s okay. I’ve stopped. I thought you were enjoying it.”

  “I was—” She stopped herself. “I mean, I wasn’t …” She trailed off. “This is all just too much.”

  He growled his frustration and stepped forward to pull up the front of her dress to give her back her modesty, before he turned away. She thought he was going to walk out again, leave her to agonize over her thoughts alone, but he didn’t. He just stood away from her, his head down, perhaps mulling over his own thoughts.

  As her arousal ebbed away, she discovered another, far more familiar pressure.

  Crap. She needed to pee. The idea of telling him caused heat to rush to her face. That was ridiculous. Everyone needed to pee and he was the one who had created the situation where she was forced to ask to go. Even so, having to ask such a thing to a man whose cock she’d been sucking moments before filled her with shame. What if he brought over a bucket and made her urinate in it. She’d die of embarrassment.

  But the pressure and discomfort increased and she knew it wasn’t going to get any better. If she had the choice between asking him or embarrassing herself by having an accident, she’d choose asking.

  “Callum,” she said, tentatively.

  He turned to face her again, but she couldn’t read his expression. Was he angry with her? Or just frustrated that she wouldn’t give into him.

  “I need to go to the bathroom.”

  His brows lifted. “Seriously?”

  “I drank all that water you gave me. It’s not like it’s my fault. Women need to pee, too, or had you forgotten about that?”

  He growled again. “I’ll untie your legs and you can use the corner over there.” He nodded to one of the four corners of the barn. “I’ll turn my back, if you’re worried about me seeing something.”

  Her eyes widened in dismay. “I certainly will not use the corner! What do you think I am? Some kind of animal?”

  He just continued to look at her, that same eyebrow raised.

  “Okay, okay,” she said. “I may be part animal, but that still doesn’t mean I want to piss in the corner. Even dogs are housetrained. What if we can smell it? That will be disgusting. You need to let me go outside.”

  He huffed out another breath, his hands on his hips as he decided.

  “Fine. But behave yourself.”

  She tilted her head to the side. “Would I do anything else?”

  He narrowed his eyes at her, but stalked back over. He bent to her legs and untied the knots at her ankles. She groaned in relief as she was able to move them, drawing circles with her toes to release the stiff muscles in her feet and ankles. Then Callum untied her wrists and she was able to roll her equally stiff shoulders and neck. The movements felt almost as good as when Callum had pushed his fingers inside her. The memory caused a warm flush to crawl up her throat.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he said, taking hold of her wrists and pulling them to the front of her body. “You didn’t think I was just going to let you walk out there without being bound in some way, did you?”

  She was actually hoping he would have, but she’d clearly been wrong. She debated, trying to hit out at him and making a run for it, but he’d already proven to her that he was stronger and faster.

  He tied her hands so they were at the front of her body, and then reached down and whipped off her panties.

  “What are you doing?” she said, stepping out of the underwear.

  “You can’t pee with them on, and I’m not going to let you go out there completely untied.”

  Callum took her outside, and she inhaled a deep breath of the evening air. It was fresh and clear, unlike the musty air of the barn. It was starting to get dark now, the sun sinking down behind the line of trees.

  “There,” he said, nodding to a tree. “You can go over there.”

  The tree was only a matter of feet away, but she left his side and stumbled over to it, discovering her legs shaky from sitting down for so long.

  She moved behind a tree. “You’re still watching me,” she called out. “I can see you.”

  “So? You’re only taking a piss.”

  “I can’t pee if you’re watching me,” she called out, peeping around the side of the trunk. “I get stage fright.”

  She heard him exhale a frustrated sigh and then he turned away. She let her bladder go, used the tissue and buried it under a few leaves.

  In a split second decision, she took the moment, turned and ran.

  Her bare feet crashed through the undergrowth, struggling to keep herself upright with her hands still tied. She’d never realized how much she used her arms to run. She had no idea where she was going, only that she needed to be away.

  Did she even want to be doing this? A part of her ached so badly, thinking she might be leaving this sexy, intense man behind, even if he did have very bad ideas about what constituted dating in this day and age. And she felt miserable about running back to her alpha. But still she plunged onward. Her hands tied together, the breeze passing between her thighs, reminding her she didn’t have any underwear on.

  “Alyssa!” She heard his roar and her heart picked up pace. Her size didn’t make her a good runner, though she had shifter genetics on her side. Unfortunately, so did he, and he was also tall and lean. She might have had a matter of thirty seconds head start on him, but he quickly caught up to her.

  He caught her by the arm and she screamed as he pulled her backward. They both stumbled and he landed onto of her, winding her.

  “Where are you going, Alyssa? Don’t tell me you were running back to your alpha. You can’t want him over me.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t!”

  “Then where are you going?”

  “I’m running from you.”

  “Why?”

  Was he stupid?

  “Because you kidnapped me and tied me up in a barn.”

  “You need to let go of all the social restraints you’ve been told about your whole life. I’m doing this for you, to stop you from making a huge mistake and living a life you’ll hate.” He paused and then said, “No, actually, I’m doing this for us, too, because I know we’re meant to be mated and the thought of your alpha getting to you first actually breaks my fucking heart.”

  She stopped her struggles, looking into his eyes. He meant every word. She could read it on his face.

  He leaned in and kissed her, and her eyes slipped shut. The next thing she knew he was scooping her up, carrying her back toward the barn. She was the stupid one—she should be fighting him, but he just managed to talk all the fight out of her. And he could kiss—wow, could he kiss. His lips warm and firm, his tongue pushing into her mouth, giving her no option but to touch hers to his.

  She could kiss him for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Eleven

  She was driving him crazy.

  Why would she take off like that? He thought she was finally starting to come around to the truth, especially when she’d been so enthusiastically sucking on his cock. Then she’d seemed to falter, and the next thing he was chasing her through the forest. He didn’t understand why she was finding this all so difficult. The last thing he wanted to do was tie her up again, but if she was refusing to accept what was so obviously the truth—that they were meant to be mated—she was giving him no choice. If she ran back to the pack, and Gregory got to her first, that would be it for them both.

  But she didn’t fight him as he carried her back to the barn. The kissing seemed to be distracting her, and the fact he held her in his arms, and she was wearing no underwear, distracted him, too.

  He’d kis
sed her to sidetrack her from trying to run again, but now he wondered if it was more the other way around and she was kissing him in order to stop him from tying her to the chair again. Her skin felt incredibly soft beneath his fingers and the scent of her called to him in a way that made his heart beat harder and his dick grow stiff. He wanted her so badly, but he’d never take her unless it was what she wanted.

  It was what she wanted. He just needed to wait until she’d admitted it to herself.

  He forced himself to break the physical contact and placed her back on the chair.

  She looked at him with those big brown eyes. “Please, Callum. You don’t need to tie me up again.”

  “If you hadn’t run off again just then, perhaps I would believe you.”

  He got to work on tying her right leg to the chair again, and then her left. Her hands were still tied at the front of her body, and he would need to put that right, too. He couldn’t take any chances again.

  “I didn’t mean to,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me. The opportunity was just suddenly in front of me, and I had to take it.”

  “Take what? The chance to go back to your pack? To get away from me?”

  She hung her head. “Both, I guess.”

  “Is that really what you want?”

  She didn’t answer.

  He set to work untying her hands and rebinding them behind her back. “Just tell me what I need to do to make this work,” he said, hearing the begging tone in his voice. He’d told her he was going to give her three days before she’d be begging for him, but in truth he was hurt she hadn’t recognized him as her mate yet. It had been so immediate for him, that certain, unwavering knowledge the moment he’d caught his first scent of her. He guessed a part of him had hoped it was going to be the same way for her and that he wouldn’t have needed to do all of this. He’d have done anything for her, and yet she didn’t want to leave her pack for him, even when she had an alpha she hated who might take her instead.