Curves & Alphas: A Paranormal Box Set: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance)

by Willow Brooks

  “Stop,” she cried out, not as if in pain, but in a plea.

  “Tell me you don’t want me,” he challenged.

  “I want you to leave,” she cried out, passion lacing her voice.

  “I don’t believe you,” he said, quite truthfully.

  Every part of him, animal and man, could tell she was lying. He could already smell her excitement building between her legs. Her heart beat fast, yes partially in fear, maybe of him, maybe of the situation, but it also beat erratically, with desires that made her heart practically skip beats.

  “You Faust brothers always get what you want, don’t you? Is that a money thing? A shifter thing?”

  “I believe you want me to take what I want from you. It leaves you off the hook. You get what you want without any fault. The blame will be mine.”

  “Stop putting thoughts into my head.”

  “I don’t have to. I can smell your desires. You’re wet, and you want to be taken.”

  “Stop it,” she hissed, though it was weak, barely audible.

  “Fine,” he said, his lips hovering over her mouth. “I will kiss you once. Then, if you can tell me to stop, I will leave and never come back.”

  His lips pressed to hers. As skin met roughly with skin, her full lips not resisting the press of his, his entire world seemed to come together. This right here, it was all he wanted. Everything else be damned. He’d go to jail for just one night with her. While the idea of this terrified him, the lion inside, it got excited, rallied, clawed within him to take her.

  His tongue pushed through her lips, swiping through her mouth which opened eagerly before he pulled back, looked her in the eyes, and waited to be told to leave. He couldn’t keep the smirk off of his face as he watched the emotions race through her chocolate-colored eyes.

  “You can’t say it now, can you?”

  “But, I should,” she sighed.

  “Yes, you should, but you don’t want to. I get that. Text whoever is coming over, and then you are mine. Even if for just one night. Our secret. I must have you.”

  He stepped back, grabbing for her purse that still hung from her arm, to insist she do as he demanded. And, he had demanded it in no uncertain terms. He watched her shaky hand take the purse from him and then take her phone from a zippered front pocket. She tapped the screen a few times and then swiped a text before putting the phone away, and setting the purse on an end table by the door.

  She took a deep breath, looking into his eyes, like a challenge, and he rose to the occasion in more ways than one. Her gasp when he swept her off her feet tingled over his skin. She weighed nothing in his arms, and he liked setting her off balance, surprising her. He knew she was a spit-fire in a courtroom, had heard from another pack that she was actually something to be feared there.

  She had held her own against other shifters, and he just wanted to dominate her until he possessed every inch of her. It was natural. It couldn’t be wrong. The way she responded to him, her swollen lips, his doing, hanging open in a small oval shape, did foreign things to his body that no woman ever had before.

  His stomach tied in knots even as it contracted. The need nearly drove him mad, making him light-headed even as it drove him to act in mysterious ways, even for him. He’d been rather depraved in the bedroom before, but with her, there was no way he didn’t want to take her. When he got her into her room, he tossed her on the bed, watching with amusement as she put out her arms, tried to steady herself against the bounce of the mattress.

  He got right to work. Possessed himself at this point. As he kissed her mouth again, taking from her the sigh she let out, his fingers made short work of getting her suit jacket unbuttoned and off. This left her camisole to hug over the curves of her breasts, her stomach, and her hips. Pulling away, he reached down to pull it up over her head. Her eyebrows raised, but she moved with him, letting her arms raise so the silk would slide off.

  She seemed speechless, willing, yet strangely off-kilter, and this urged his cock up higher, hardening, reaching for her. Her bra, thankfully front hooked, he removed next. She just sat there, biting her lip, so he moved in and bit it for her.

  “You just take what you want when you want it?” she stated, the slight tremble in her voice music to his ears.

  “I do. You don’t seem to have a problem with that though. Still I sense some sort of internal struggle.”

  “It’s not in my nature to just sit back, be moved around, dominated…” she said, searching his eyes with hers, hesitating to say more.

  “But,” he encouraged.

  “I don’t know. With you… I just…”

  “You just want me to take you. You want to for once give up all the responsibility, the control, to relinquish it to a man who scares you quite a bit because you know that in reality, he could just take what he wanted. I’m far stronger than you. I say what I want. I take what I want. And, you, my strong and beautiful Katrina, want to see what it is like to be on the receiving end of letting me ravish you.”

  She bit her lip harder, a sparkle in her eyes, her lids heavy. Bedroom eyes. She nodded her head so slightly that he could barely make it out, but it was all he needed.

  “Scarves?” he barked.

  “What?”

  “Where do you keep your scarves?”

  “Special hanger in the closest.”

  With a nod, he turned to the door on the opposite wall, saying as he walked to it, “Take off you skirt, your hose, your panties, before I get back.”

  He didn’t look back on purpose. He truly believed that for once, this woman wanted to let go, and he wanted to be the one to give that experience to her in the worst way. Opening the door to the closet was like entering the beginning of paradise. The whole place smelled of her, riling him, making his mouth actually water to be able to taste her. Soon, he thought as he grabbed hold of some scarves, and yanked them free of the odd hanger with several silver circles.

  Yet, when he turned back around to the bed, he almost fell to his knees. She had done as he asked, and now she sat there, completely naked, a crooked smile on her face, with her legs folded up in front of her, her arms wrapped around them.

  “You’re killing me,” he hissed as he strode to the bed, his hard length now straining painfully in his dress pants.

  He didn’t say another word, only went to work. He first took one of her arms, yanked it free, and tied it to the top post as he stared down at her breast now freed, hanging there heavy, and her nipple already hard. After he walked around the bed and did the same with the other wrist, she laid back, her arms out, her breasts free, with her knees still bent up. His stomach clenched just at the thought of pulling her legs out and tying them to the bottom of the bed.

  Going to the foot board, he leaned against it, his cock a painful reminder of his out of control desires as it pressed against the wood. He bent over, taking both of her ankles, and pulling them out toward the foot of the bed. He did his sloppy best to tie her ankles there with the scarves, but all he could concentrate on was the ripe folds of her pussy, already wet, pale, framing red skin he wanted to lick. Her hips moved in subtle little squirms as she sort of groaned and purred at the same time.

  As she continued that erotic dance, he undressed himself, revealing in the way her eyes took him in, each inch of skin he revealed to her. When his full form had been stripped, he climbed onto the bed, between her legs. Slipping his hands under the round cheeks of her ass, he grabbed them a bit too hard, making her gasp, as he pulled her up to his mouth.

  The sounds that came from her as he took his first taste, his tongue pushing through her folds just about sent him over the edge. His cock pulsed for release. Yet, he held onto his frail grip of control, as he ate her, licking, tasting, sometimes nibbling, fast, hard, letting her know who would give her pleasure, and who was in control of it.

  In fact, removing his mouth just as she started to shutter, hinted at release, her cry of protest made his heart beat faster, the animal inside him ready to
take his mate. He tried to control at least that urge. It wasn’t the time. He couldn’t do that to her. So, though fast, this time, he silenced his beast within by sliding her ass up over his thighs until his erection was poised to enter her.

  When he did, it was also harsh and quick, though each noise she made only proved how much she liked it. In his mind, he vowed to take it slow after, but right now, he needed to be inside of her. And, her cries begged him to do so with haste. They moved together, her hips moving up to take him inside of her even deeper. With her tight and warm around him, he moved his legs back, came down over her, her flat on the bed now with him in a position to thrust in even harder.

  His mind blanked. He knew only the joining of their two bodies. His lion roared inside of his head. And, before he knew what was happening, riding the waves of his contractions, coming just as she did, his teeth sunk into that curve between her neck and her shoulder. He claimed her. They mated. His full weight fell on her, as what he had done hit him. He panicked as she cried out in pleasure and pain.

  Chapter Seven

  Katrina sat in her office the next morning unable to concentrate on anything. All her mind managed to do was go back to last night, as her body yearned to be tied up again, to feel completely vulnerable to a man, to Alex. In giving herself over to him at first, once he’d claimed her savagely, brilliantly, curling her toes, he’d untied her, switched gears, and then made love to her with a fierce passion she’d never known before.

  She’d been totally consumed by it, a flame ignited that would not burn out inside of her. She longed right now, almost to the brink of insanity for him to kiss her, everywhere. To have him inside of her again was a yearning she feared would never be quenched even if they never got out of bed again. She touched the place on her neck where he had bitten her. At the time, she’d expected blood, but he had licked the wound, and none had shown. In fact, there was not even a mark there this morning, just a tingle, a memory.

  When he had finally left her last night, he’d not spoken many words. He’d already let his body do all of the talking, yet he had made some sort of oath to her.

  “I’ll find a way,” he’d growled before kissing her on the forehead and walking out her door.

  She’d stood there dumbfounded, her body satiated, worn out, and yet still trembling for more. She’d never given up control so completely, not to any man or any situation. It terrified her in the best way possible. She couldn’t get enough, and she didn’t regret losing herself to this man, a virtual stranger, a shifter of all things. She didn’t understand their kind, and yet it didn’t matter.

  For a woman like her, it should have all been terrifying, and yet, she wasn’t. She had though basically avoided all of Stacey’s texts this morning. She’d checked on her several times. She wanted the explanation not given to her last night.

  All Kat had texted was, Have to cancel. Sorry. No time to explain.

  She knew her friend would think work, so this morning it had been easy to reply to Stacey’s texts with, sorry, work, TTYL.

  She knew she could only get away with it for so long, but as long as she could she would. The buzz of her phone, her assistant paging her, made her jump, so much so that her hand had flown to her heart, trying to calm the pounding in her chest before she took a deep breath and hit the button to ask what she wanted.

  “I have someone from the IRS here to see you,” Janet stated matter of factly.

  “Send them in,” Kat replied knowing this couldn’t be good.

  In moments, Janet had shown in a woman, one rather plain in a pants suit with short mousy brown hair.

  Rising to shake her hand, the woman flashed a badge with the other that read, Criminal Investigation, Department of the Treasury, US, Special Agent, as she introduced herself as, Michelle Drysdale.

  “Nice to meet you. What can I do for you, Agent,” Kat said as she ushered the woman to take a chair in front of the desk.

  “Well, I have already spoken to Faust Financial, and I was informed that they had already sought representation. I was told to speak to you. The Department of Justice has accepted our recommendation of prosecution against Faust Financial Services for money laundering,” she stated as if bored.

  Katrina’s heart did a little flip, already feeling quite protective over Alex. She tried to tamp it down knowing emotions would do her no good here. In fact, she quickly reprimanded herself, straightening her jacket as she sat up straight.

  “Just yesterday this was only a primary investigation. What has changed?” Kat asked.

  “A witness had turned over evidence in exchange for his own pardon.”

  Her world flipped then, finally and completely. Fierce feelings for Alex surfaced, along with a need to protect him. She’d wanted to leap over her desk and rip this woman up by her hair screaming for her to leave Alex alone. Every instinct she had went suddenly against her usual cool demeanor, her rational thought processes, undermining everything about her that made her an amazing lawyer.

  It was just sex, she berated herself as the CI went on about the particulars.

  Chapter Eight

  This day can’t get any worse, Alex thought to himself as he stood, out in the woods, in the form of his lion, poised to kill a man who’d shifted into a jaguar. Emerald eyes stood out in the night as the half-moon barely shone enough with the cloud cover to outline the black animal against the backdrop of trees and brush.

  Men stood all around them, Alex’s pack along with the pack of the jaguar, Marcus. He’s been identified as an informant, moving what had been an investigation into them to a prosecution’s case, an actual case that would be tried in court. The jaguar pack had turned him over, and his brothers had made it his job to punish the rat.

  While his lion roared for blood, the man within him cringed. He was an alpha, yes, but a murderer, no. He killed when he had to, like now, but still, something about it he hated, not the lion, but the man who had to live with the image of a bloodied human body after the lion tore the other animal apart.

  And, this was just the icing on the cake. His brothers had already grilled him about Katrina. They had told him in no uncertain terms that last night was a one night stand, never to be repeated. He didn’t confess to the mating, and wasn’t sure how to even handle that with her yet. Then, all of this IRS crap had landed on them. It had taken the heat off of him, the entire day turning into a tactical approach on how to handle the rat and how to make the evidence disappear.

  Kris was using a few rather crooked political ties to ensure that papers, files, all paper and digital trails were erased, that whatever they had went missing, or something along those lines so that the case would have to be dropped. He didn’t care for the skin-walker that would be used, but what else could they do at this point? He had a man to kill, and Kris had men to pay to make this all go away by any means necessary.

  The wind rustled through the fur on his back, and then his mane, a warning it seemed, reminiscent of hair raising on the neck of his human form, a signal of bad things to come. They circled each other, as if this was a fair fight, as if this battle had not been designed as a supposedly fair fight to kill a man who had turned on his pack, his people.

  Pound for pound, Alex’s lion’s four hundred and thirty pounds far outweighed Marcus’s jaguar’s weight of three hundred and twenty pounds. Still, a jaguar was stronger, pound for pound, and had a far stronger bite than a lion. The jaguar was also faster, stealthy, and would use that to his advantage. Still, this was a fight to the death, and a toss-up at that. And while stats sat just slightly on his side in such a battle, it was just as highly probable that in the fight the jaguar could injure his lion fatally, in that he would eventually die of his wounds.

  He had to hope that the man inside of the jaguar, the mind game in his head, knowing that everyone here wanted him to die, would help in the fight. Marcus knew that if Alex didn’t defeat him, another would. He wouldn’t survive the night. This battle was more retribution, a way to quench a thir
st for revenge, a gift if you will to the wronged party given by the one that had a guilty member.

  He had power on his side, and would use his body like a battering ram to take this jag down. So he leaped forward, trying to grab hold, but fur brushed his nose as the agile beast curled around him, leaping away easily. Only fear had obviously gotten the better of the jag as he went to climb a nearby tree. His back paw slipped, not catching as it should have, a sloppy move that allowed Alex’s lion to move forward and bite into the animal’s hind leg.

  He yanked him down, pulling on him, turning his neck to flip the animal onto its back so he could go for the neck. Only, at that point, the jaguar fought back. Self-preservation at its best in the animal kingdom, it squirmed under him until it managed to bite the front leg of his lion.

  His lion roared out in pain, but stepped forward, basically onto the jaguar’s back, crushing him to the ground, tearing into the animal, wrestling, biting, being bitten until the fight left the other animal and he laid on top of it, bleeding himself. In that moment, not knowing the extent of his own injuries, to his legs, his side, even one on the neck, his human mind took over and thought only of Katrina, wondering if last night truly was the one and only time that he would touch her precious body.