A Wolf's Claim (A BBW Paranormal Christmas Romance): The Holiday Ball

by Marie Mason

  He did the same after taking off the dark blue cummerbund from his lean waist. She heard him toeing off his shoes and licked her lips as the strip tease continued. She didn’t know if it was meant to or not, but it was certainly arousing her. His shirt fell to the floor landing beside his jacket and finally revealing the hard muscles she had touched earlier. And wanted to touch again.

  “Soon.” He lowered the zipper of his pants and she realized he went commando. The head of his cock popped out, reminding her of a Christmas jack-in-the-box. A low giggle escaped and one dark brow arched over a smoldering brown eye. She giggled again. She knew he was too self-confident in his prowess to think for a moment she might be laughing at him. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.

  Well, that shut her up, Amber thought, almost swallowing her tongue when his long, hard length was fully revealed. Dang, the man was hung. And every inch was hers.

  Her mouth watered, salivating at the anticipated taste of his cock.

  “Only if you are a very, very good girl.”

  It took Amber a moment to realize the wolf had spoken out loud. Somehow, she’d become accustomed to hearing his voice in her head.

  Dropping to his knees on the bed, he took her ankles in a tight clasp. The billowing hem of her dress allowed him to push her legs up and away, spreading her wide and exposing her to his gaze. She let her body relax, even as her breath sped up. She had no shame with this man. No niggling doubts of insecurity. No worries that he might find her too big, too round. The look of pure lust in his eyes chased away her inhibitions like the autumn wind carrying away a fallen leaf.

  Hayden’s wolf rose as he revealed Amber’s pink, glistening folds to his hungry gaze. It wanted a long, deep drink this time. She had such an addictive taste he knew he would never get enough of her.

  Ravish. Take. Mate.

  His wolf snarled as he forced it back. He shook out his shoulders, trying to get the animal under control however much he agreed with it. Finally, regaining dominance over the wolf, he looked down at her cunt just waiting to be tasted.

  Swiftly, he divested her of her clothing. Finding the long zipper in the back of the dress, he lowered it, pulling the garment down her body, revealing the large mounds of her breasts, the softness of her belly and the width of her hips and thighs. She wore only a black bra and thigh high hose, her panties already gone. She was beautiful. He wasted no time and released the front closure of her bra, dragging the straps over her shoulders.

  Her breasts spilled free and despite the urgency of his beast to claim her, he couldn’t resist exploring his mate just a little bit more. Her breasts more than filled his hands, the rosy tips already puckered. He stared at them transfixed, running his thumb over the sensitive tips. She arched into his touch and he smiled. Such a responsive little mate.

  Taking one taut nipple between his lips, he drew it into his mouth, sucking it deep inside until it was pressed against the roof and throbbing. He eased the pressure of his tongue to bite down on the nub hard, sending a stabbing pain of want and need straight to her womb.

  As if he couldn’t get enough of her, of wanting to brand every inch of her with this touch and scent, he smoothed his hands over her torso, curling his fingers into her yielding flesh. He bent his head, trailing kisses down her belly, thrusting his tongue into her dimpled navel. His hands led the way to her mons. A delicious hill of pleasure just waiting for his touch. He brushed it with his thumbs, stirring the neatly trimmed curls, skimming over the flesh that begged silently for his touch.

  “Hmm, look at that,” he purred roughly, sliding one finger through the cream gleaming on her folds. “I think I need some more.” He sprawled between her thighs, his wide shoulders pushing them further apart and opening her up even more. When his tongue plunged deep inside her pussy, her body arched and she cried out wildly. Palms firmly planted on the delightfully round cheeks of her ass, Hayden caressed the crevice between the cheeks, vowing to explore her there later. Very, very thoroughly.

  Right now, he needed to make her come again. He nuzzled aside those curls, breathing in her scent as he zeroed in on her clit. This was not the first soft touch of a lover, this was a wolf marking his territory. He licked her twice, making the little bud stand out. Then he took it between his teeth and bit, again and again, until it was red and swollen. Needy. So damned needy. She whimpered and shook as he led her time and time again to the edge, but refused to allow her to spend on his tongue.

  He pleasured her with his mouth and lips, using his teeth to push her beyond the pleasure. Hungry little moans rose and died in her throat as he lapped up her nectar. She was about to come for him again. So close. So very close. “Scream for me, little witch. Come for me again.”

  He thrust a finger inside her finding the tangle of nerves and sent her over the edge. Hayden’s cock was caught between his stomach and the bed and he couldn’t help but hump against the silk like the horny wolf that he was. The rigid length was burning like a branding iron as he continued to eat out his mate. He wanted badly, so badly to get inside her. And mark her as his.

  He wanted to mark every inch of her with his tongue and teeth.

  She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, her beautiful blue eyes shining with want and need. And hunger.

  His voice was a low rough growl that whispered across her ear. “I am going to mark you, make you mine. When my cock slides inside you, and I’m filling you with my seed, I’m going to sink my teeth into your soft skin.” He licked her throat. “If I do, you are mine. Forever.”

  He drew back. “Do you understand?”

  Amber saw the swirls of gold swimming in his dark eyes. His features had hardened as his animal moved beneath the surface. “I understand.” She reached between them, catching his hard, heavy length in her hand. She stroked the silky flesh, forcing a growl from between his gritted teeth. “I understand that you are my wolf.”

  Hayden shuddered, lowering his brow to rest against hers. “Yours.”

  Amber felt the flow of sensations between them and knew what it meant. The mating bond had begun to form. For better or worse, they were mates. She squeezed his cock beneath the plum shaped head. “Mine.”

  She had no reason to doubt his desire for her, his need. His cock twitched in her hand. She tugged sharply, telling him without words what she wanted. Needed. Craved.

  Oh heavens, the need built inside her. She felt her powers rise and the burst of energy leave her body as they sought an outlet. A hiss and a pop told her the fire now burned in the fireplace. She couldn’t think about the slight mishaps she had with her powers. The only fire she was interested in was the one building between them.

  Hayden tilted Amber’s hips up, gripping the rounded backside as he aligned the head of his cock to her wet entrance. He watched as his thick length parted the slick folds, forcing her body to stretch to accept his width. He controlled his wolf’s instinct to drive inside her fast and hard. “Breathe, baby.”

  Her nails bit into the muscle of his biceps as he pressed forward. She arched her back, inviting him inside. He watched as she took every inch of him, his dick throbbing as the wet heat encased him. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in a cry as he touched her womb with the head of his cock.

  He shifted higher on her body, keeping their bodies joined as one. Slowly, he moved in and out of her body with soft, shallow strokes. He brushed the tousled locks of hair away from her face. “Okay?”

  She shook her head and he stilled, his heart clenching. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his mate.

  Her hands moved and gripped his hips, pulling him to her. “I need to come, baby,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

  His control snapped and his wolf leapt forward, merging with the man. His hips thrust hard and deep. He angled the strokes so he was riding her clit with each thrust. The muscles of her cunt clamped down on his dick as she convulsed with her release.

  He moved faster. Mus
t. Please. Mate, his wolf panted in his head.

  He fisted her hair in one hand and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, needing to taste her as he took her. He bit at her mouth, her jaw, her neck, marking her anywhere he could. She sobbed into his mouth as he caught her thigh in his other hand, dragging it across his arm to keep her stretched wide as he fucked with wild abandon. His balls grew heavy and pulled up, signaling he was about to come. Oh, how he wanted to spurt inside her, but he needed to do this right so there could never be any doubt that he had claimed her.

  Amber wailed as he pulled away. She’d been so close, damn him. Shudders ran through her body, her pussy clenching as her release receded. Losing the thick, burning fullness of his cock left her empty. Wanting.

  She caught a brief glimpse of his dick, pulsing and red, gleaming with her cream, before the world turned upside down and she found herself on her stomach, his hard body pressing her into the mattress, his cock a rod of burning steel between her buttocks.

  “Mate with me.”

  The words were a gritted growl, more of a command than a question, originating from deep within. From his animal. The deep timber of his voice flowed over her like a heated touch, making her body ache for fulfillment.

  “I’m sorry I made us wait, mate.” he whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

  Amber stilled beneath him. The years she had attended the Holiday Ball had been the saddest. Because every year she’d left without a mate. Even though she was a witch, a supernatural being fate favored to mate with a wolf, she’d thought destiny had passed her by and she would spend eternity alone, practicing her craft and helping others.

  Never. I would have found you.

  I know. There was no doubt now that she heard the wolf talking inside her head.

  Her wolf.

  Always, little witch.

  He eased away from her, positioning her on her knees, her ass raised high in the air. Placing open-mouthed kisses along her spine, he stroked his hands upward until he was cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. He pinched and tweaked the nipples until they puckered and tightened between his fingers. Giving one last sharp tug, he moved his hands back down her sides.

  Fuck, he loved her curves. She was a full-bodied woman and he could unleash his passion, knowing she could take it—and return it tenfold. He palmed the twin globes of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. He licked the puckered rose he’d exposed.

  Amber tried to jerk away but he tightened his hold. “Easy.” His breath whispered over the wet flesh adding to a pleasure she’d never thought she’d enjoy. He tortured her for several long moments before biting one fleshy cheek and moving away.

  But not for long. She arched her back as two of his fingers thrust inside her wet pussy. She hadn’t expected to respond like this. Her past sexual experiences had been okay. Nothing earth shattering or explosive. A hard slap on her butt cheek had her crying out. “What!”

  When she reached back to rub the sore spot, he bent her arm into the curve of her back. The move forced her head down and her ass higher. “Never think of another man.”

  He rained smacks against her ass, alternating cheeks. She writhed against the covers of the bed, jumping slightly with each stroke. But oh, my word, the feeling was delicious. The pleasure far outweighed the sting of pain.

  “Now, where was I.” He caressed the heated surface of her ass before dipping once again into her wet hole, taking her with his fingers. He wet his thumb with her juices, and stroked her puckered star as he would a clit. He applied pressure against the closed rosette. Amber shuddered as he slid past the tight ring of muscle, the silken little hole gripping his thumb as he moved it in and out. She arched against the new sensation, feeling tightly stretched, invaded, and hot. When he abandoned her pussy and added another finger to her ass, she realized he was stretching her, preparing her for his penetration. It really didn’t matter, whatever he was doing felt more than fine. “Don’t worry, I’ll take this before morning, little mate,” he promise before he claimed her pussy.

  He mounted her and drove inside her with one thrust. Shifting his hips, he rammed his cock deep and high, seeming to pierce the very mouth of her womb with his length. He’d removed his fingers from her back channel to hold her cheeks open, watching his cock move in and out. “You are so tight.” The hot, silky cream of her sex coated his aching cock. The slick swollen tissues of her pussy caressed him as he fucked her. Sweat coated his body as the cum built inside his balls.

  The hard knot of tension gathered at the bottom of his spine. He was past ready to shoot his load. Burying his face against the side of her neck, he gritted his teeth and held on to his control. Not yet…not yet. He swore he felt Amber’s womb contract around the tip of his cock as she started to come.

  Now, his wolf told him. Now. He hunched over her back, pounding inside her body faster and faster. He turned her head to the side and kissed the exposed arch of her neck. “Do you accept me as your mate?” he asked, his breathing harsh and fast.

  “Yes.” The silken walls of her pussy tightened around him until he thought he’d go mad with the feel of her heat. His fangs descended and he opened his mouth wide, biting deeply into her alabaster flesh. He marked her long and hard, tasting the sweetness of her blood, never wanting her or anyone else to doubt that this woman belonged to him. And him alone.

  She made a low, rough keening sound as he pushed her legs wide and sank even deeper inside, taking her with rough frantic strokes. The animal was in complete control now. Her scent rose and filled his head, thrusting his wolf into a frenzy. He would find more than one mark on her body in the morning. Bruises from his fingertips as they dug into her hips. The red, swollen flesh of her pussy as he fucked her raw. With a triumphant, savage grin, he rode her until they both tumbled into bliss. Amber screamed his name and he pulled away from her throat, throwing back his head and howling into the night. He slammed inside her one last time and his cock jerked as he flooded her with the hot wash of his seed.

  “Little witch you will be the death of me,” he moaned against the bruised flesh of her throat. He soothed his tongue over the wound, helping it to heal. Still joined with her, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him and cuddling her body to his chest. He smoothed a hand over her skin from her shoulder to her thigh. A fine coat of sweat covered her soft flesh. He would never get enough of his shapely mate. He caught her hand as it caressed the forearm trapped beneath her, tangling their fingers together. He felt his wolf butt against the inside of his chest, wanting the touch of its mate. He’d shift soon so she could meet the wolf. He could only imagine the pleasure of his mate’s fingers running through his fur.

  “You are mine, Amber Jones. Mine always.” He buried his head in the curve of her shoulder, his canines popping out before he could stop himself. His wolf pushed again and before he knew it, he was sinking his sharp teeth into the top of her shoulder.

  “Mine,” he hissed, his cock jerking back to life. “Mine.”

  He gave a sharp thrust of his hips. “Say it, mate.”

  “Yours.”

  Maggie wouldn’t admit it, not since she’d practically pushed her daughter to attend the ball, but she was getting worried about her. More than Amber or Ruth, she had been hoping this would be the year that Amber’s mate found her. What she hadn’t expected was that her daughter’s mate would be the son of an alpha. She’d seen the big man pick up her daughter and carry her out of the room. She’d also learned he was a Barringer.

  “Is it so strange that your daughter would be my son’s mate, Maggie?”

  Maggie jumped, startled at the husky voice that sounded behind her. Turning, she had to command her knees not to buckle when she saw the man standing there. “Adam.”

  “One and the same, my Maggie fair.” He took her hand and the kissed the top, letting his mouth linger longer than was acceptable. He’d always had the manners of a Victorian aristocrat. They continued to stare at each other until she realized he still he
ld her hand. Blushing, she pulled it away, hiding it behind the full skirt of her dress. Damn it, she was a grown woman, a powerful witch, and this man could still make her blush. Thoughts of her late husband filled her with remorse. Ralph had been her true-mate, but there was no doubt Adam Barringer had stolen a piece of her heart.

  As if the movement had drawn his attention to her dress, he said, “You look just like a fairy-tale princess.”

  She blushed again, this time a bright, fiery red. She usually didn’t attend the balls. She’d thought the premonition to attend this year’s ball had been about Amber finding her mate. Looking at the man before her, she wasn’t so certain the vision had solely concerned Amber. She’d told her mother about the vision and as matriarch she’d deemed that all the single witches of the coven had to attend. It was truly the only way to ensure Amber would be there.

  Maggie had heard rumors that Adam had stepped down as alpha. She knew his mate had passed away several years ago. Her beloved husband had been gone even longer. Her blue eyes dimmed remembering her Ralph. He had been the love of her life, a kind-hearted human who had given her years of joy.

  Seeing the desire burning in the wolf’s dark brown eyes, she knew she might still have years of passion and love before her. With Adam. If she had the courage.