Rescued by the Wolf (A BBW Shifter Romance)

by Marie Mason

“It’s best you don’t talk right now, mate.” He took her wrists and twirled her around until she was facing the back wall of the shower. He took her right leg and placed it on the lip of the tub where he’d placed a towel to take away the pressure on her ankle. The side of the tub was low and she still maintained her balance. He encircled her other thigh with a large hand and pulled, opening her to him. The warm, moist air stirred up by the water blew across the wet lips of her pussy. Even though his demeanor had frightened her, she’d been wet since he’d started ordering her around in that deep, gruff voice. Instinctively, she knew he would never hurt her.

  She’d realized she’d upset him, maybe even scared him, when she’d fallen in the snow.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards, making her hands slide down the wall as he repositioned her. He leaned over her, his hands just above hers on the slick shower wall; his body pressed against hers, his cock jutting, strong and hard, between her legs. The hot water continued to sluice over them, making steam and keeping the enclosure toasty warm. “You shouldn’t have wandered off by yourself.” His lips moved against her ear as he spoke. “You hurt yourself. You could have hurt yourself much worse.”

  “It’s not like I did it on purpose,” Julie replied, earning herself a fierce growl in response. One hand grabbed her hair and a sharp tug pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him. He pressed his lips against the side of her neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth until she felt the skin burn from the pressure.

  She didn’t need a mirror to know he had left a mark.

  A hand pushed her head back down as he stepped away. Because the shower was so small, the water still hit her, sliding down her back and traveling to her front. She felt the water gather on her erect nipples and then drip from the ends. Her spine formed a natural river way for the moving water. The warm water slid through her ass cheeks and down her legs.

  “Stay down,” he ordered as his hands opened her up even more.

  What she must look like. She knew he’d see the puckered star of her ass, the wet glistening lips of her pussy. She was sure her juices were mixing with the water running off her body. She was that damn wet. That damn horny. She wiggled her ass, directly disobeying him.

  And was rewarded warmly when his smacked her ass with the open palm of his hand.

  “Hunter!” she screamed, trying to move away from the sting. She couldn’t with her leg propped on the tub, she was virtually hobbled. Just like a mare about to be covered by a stallion.

  Please, please, please, she chanted to herself. She wanted him to take her. Take her hard and fast.

  “I told you to stay still.” One big hand flattened against her lower back effectively holding her prisoner.

  “You’ve been trying my patience for two damn days, Julie. You’ve disobeyed me, you endangered yourself, fucking flirted with another man, and you’ve teased me with your curvy body until my wolf is ready to jump my control and fucking claim you.”

  Julie started to tell him she’d overheard his conversation on the phone and knew he didn’t want her as a mate.

  “So I’m going to punish you, mate. I’m going to spank this big ass and then, then I’m going to fuck it. Now, stand still and take it. Like a big girl.”

  He practically purred the last four words, the heat and desire she heard in those words chased away so many things. They made any lingering inhibitions vanish. The hurt at the words she’d overheard lessen. The tiny bit of apprehension that had a risen when she realized how angry he was, disappeared. He was such a big man he could do anything he wanted with her and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.

  Damn, why did that turn her on even more?

  But not as much as the slap that came next. Followed by another and another. He still had his hand on her lower back so she couldn’t move. She didn’t even bother trying to, knowing that would just increase her punishment.

  As her nipples hardened and her pussy wept with moisture she promised herself she’d try to be bad at least twice a day from now on, if it got him to do this. Who would have thought shy, curvy Julie Monroe would love having her ass spanked?

  “Just two more, baby,” he said and she couldn’t have told him how many times he had already smacked her.

  The slaps stopped and his large hands covered her ass cheeks, rubbing the hot skin. She’d be surprised if steam wasn’t rising from her butt.

  “Oh, baby, your ass is such a bright red now.” His thumbs caressed the line of her ass as he soothed her. She whimpered when the tip of one touched her brown hole.

  He removed one hand from her ass but the other kept her ass spread. She jumped when he rubbed the head of his cock along her backside. Up and down, sliding between the lips of her pussy to bump against her clit. The position of her leg on the tub gave him an open path. He slowly fucked along her slit, over and over again. She could tell he was extremely hard, maybe harder than any other time they’d made love if that were possible. She tensed waiting for him to press against her puckered star. He didn’t disappoint.

  She didn’t know how she felt about anal sex, but then again she really hadn’t known how she’d felt about oral or regular until he’d shown her. All she knew was that he would never hurt her. And so far he was batting a hundred with everything he’d done to her and asked her to do to him.

  “Don’t tense, baby. Just relax.” The head was still pressed against her but she felt other movement. In a moment, she felt the slide of some kind of cool liquid over the top of her ass. He removed his cock one more time and she could tell he was coating himself with whatever he’d poured over her.

  “Easy, easy.” He murmured as he forced the end of his cock against her hole, continuing to press forward until it yielded to him. She gasped as her body parted, the large head holding her open. Another push and she felt the flange enter her. Then her flesh seemed to close around him and he was the one muttering.

  “Damn, baby, you’re tight.” Another pause that had her flesh burning and then more of the soothing liquid. She had no idea what he was using, but whatever it was seemed to be working great.

  He pressed forward again and she felt her body give a little more and he was firmly seated inside. He shifted and placed his hands over hers, entwining their fingers. “Now I want you to push out, can you do that for me, baby?” she heard the breathlessness in his voice and knew this was as titillating and arousing to him as it was to her.

  She was being conquered by her wolf.

  He thrust his hips and she did what he asked, and he slid into her, and kept sliding and sliding until she felt his groin pressed against her butt cheeks. The time for talking was over. He pulled his hips back then pressed forward without saying a word, without giving her time to protest. Again and again, he pistoned in and out of her, until he was fucking her fast and furious.

  He grunted and groaned and Julie kept her head bowed and her butt out, savoring the feel of being possessed. Then, he was touching her, rubbing her clit as he hunched over top of her.

  “I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come for be and squeeze my cock with that ass. Strangle me, baby. Strangle me.”

  He continued to pound in and out of her while his fingers rubbed harder and faster on her clit. She felt the pressure building, amazed at the sensations she was feeling. She whimpered when he thrust two fingers inside her and she felt him rubbing himself through the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her ass, all the while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb.

  “Hunter!” There was no way to stop the scream of his name as she came. Just as he wanted, the muscles of her ass clenched around him, causing him to howl along with her. Again and again, she convulsed, each time, squeezing him hard.

  “Fuck, baby. Hold on.” She should have expected that hard ring of heat where his cock formed the knot, but she groaned anyway, the pressure almost too much for her to bear. He continued to fuck her even though the strokes were beginning to hurt as he pulled the knotted flesh along the inside
of her ass.

  “Stay with me baby, stay with me.” He continued to pet her, continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers even as he continued to slam his cock in and out of her ass with short, almost desperate thrusts. Suddenly, the pleasure mixed with the pain and she was coming yet again. This time he joined her, slamming hard and releasing his seed deep inside her bowels.

  She was so weak she couldn’t continue to hold herself up. He wrapped an arm around her and lifted her until they were pressed back to front. He stayed inside her, his cum still jetting from the end of his cock. His fingers pulled at her nipples, but she didn’t think she could come anymore. He had rung her dry. She let her head lull to the side and he pressed kisses along the top of her shoulder. He licked the mock mark he had left in the curve of her neck

  Eventually, he stopped coming. He continued to hold her, stroking her body as they waited for his knot to go down. He held her chin in his hand, holding her head toward him so he could kiss her—long, possessive kisses. His tongue slid in and out, tracing every inch of her mouth, tasting every flavor she had to offer. He continued to kiss and caress her mouth and face as he stroked his other hand up and down her body. Tweaking her nipples or sliding his finger through her wet slit.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled out slowly, murmuring words of praise when she moaned at the residual pain. With gentle hands, he washed her off. The sensation of being rubbed all over with warm soapy water with his big hands was intensely exquisite. And he took his time, frequently soaping up his hands and paying attention to every inch of her, parting her legs so that over and over he rubbed his hand over her pussy, parting her lips and sliding over the throbbing nub, until her body was screaming for satisfaction again.

  She reached down and circled his cock with her hand. Her sexual experiences were severely limited and she had certainly never been aroused to the levels of such utter abandonment that she had experienced tonight. What had no doubt started out as a punishment for her perceived bad behavior had turned into an experience she would never forget. Yes, he had dominated her, but he hadn’t hurt her. He’d been just as aroused, just as lost in the moment as she had been.

  “Again, please,” she asked with a thread of want in her voice as he grew in her hand.

  He laughed and the sound made her tingle all over. If a horny wolf could laugh, it would have sounded like Hunter. Wickedly sexy.

  “Anything you want, baby, I’m a wolf. I can go all night and then some. But I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

  Before she could protest, he was turning off the shower and squeezing the water from her hair and ushering her out of the tub. Grabbing a bath towel, he patted her dry, lingering on her breasts and between her legs. Next, he placed a towel on the toilet and urged her to take a seat, grabbing the hair dryer hooked to the wall. She closed her eyes as he threaded his fingers through her hair as he dried her hair completely. Because it was so thick, she never had the patience.

  She tried to keep her gaze off the cock that was almost at eye level. It was still thick from her touch. From the corner of her eye she saw the tanned columns of his legs, covered in a thin layer of tiny black hairs. Shouldn’t wolf shifters have more hair on their bodies? His chest also contained only a light mat of black hair. Just enough to make it interesting. She couldn’t help but flip her eyes upward, taking in his tall body. What did they say? He was a long, cool drink of water. That thought had her eyes falling downward again, to his cock. She’d never gone down on a guy, so her knowledge of doing so came from novels she’d read and her dirty imagination. If she just moved her head she could lick him. Press her tongue against his slit.

  “Stop it,” he growled.

  She started. “Stop what?”

  “Thinking of licking me.”

  As she watched, his member started to grow and he was sporting a full-blown hard on once again.

  He turned off the hair dryer and ran his fingers through her hair one last time, separating the strands as best he could. His fingers rubbed her scalp and she closed her eyes and relaxed into his touch. How easy would it be to succumb to the fatigue riding her? Yesterday and today had been almost magical. A time separated from the reality of the real world. A world where handsome shifters did not fuck the fat girl.

  Doubt and hurt tried to rise inside her once again, but she pushed the feelings away. Hunter had wanted her. She knew that. He had not promised her anything. She knew that, too. She was tired of letting the self-doubts and insecurities she’d carried around inside of her all of her life about her looks and her body ruin these memories for her. Even if she’d been model thin, she knew Hunter would still walk away.

  He bent down and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the big bed and held her to his chest with one arm as he swept back the covers with the other. Placing her in the center, he climbed in beside her and turned off the light before pulling her close.

  “Sleep, baby.” She barely heard his words as she drifted off but she did feel the soft kiss he placed on the crown of her head. That tender gesture, more than anything, let her know she’d done the right thing in being rescued by this wolf.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “You aren’t going anywhere. Not until we talk this over.”

  Hunter’s fingers dug roughly into the flesh of Julie’s arm, keeping her from moving away. The hard set of his features indicated the tight hold he had on his temper and emotions. The flash of amber could still play havoc with her senses. She didn’t even have to bet the last dime in the bottom of her purse to know he was angry this time.

  “There isn’t anything to talk about,” she stated, refusing to flinch under his painful grip. She had woken up, determined to be strong this morning, face her actions of the previous days with all the strength and maturity that she could muster. She’d spent the last twenty minutes under the shower, reliving the memories that flowed inside her as easily as the water that ran down her naked flesh.

  What had she done? Slept with a wolf. Not once, not twice, but more times than she had really counted.

  A wolf who was a marine. A wolf that she’d never see again once he dropped her off at the nearest car rental.

  A wolf that did not want a mate. His words of the day before gave her the courage to stiffen her spine and stay strong. She couldn’t allow his feelings of protectiveness, of doing the right thing, force him into a situation he didn’t want.

  “You damn well know there is.”

  “Nothing happened. We had sex. You didn’t mark me so you can walk away with a clear conscience. We’re both normal, healthy beings who happened to be members of the opposite sex. We were caught up in the moment.”

  He stared down at her and she schooled her expression not to reveal anything she was feeling. Panic. Despair. Love.

  “Fine. Have it your way.” He dropped his hands and moved away, putting on his coat. “The snowplows are out. I heard them earlier. We should be able to leave in about a half hour. I’m going to shovel the Hummer free.”

  Some sort of acknowledgement seemed necessary. “All right. I’ll get our stuff together.” Not that they had much. He certainly didn’t. He traveled light. No encumbrances.

  Just like he apparently wanted his life.

  The routine of folding her things and repacking her suitcase restored some of her equilibrium. Going their separate ways was the best thing to do. He certainly didn’t need a woman to interfere with his life. And she didn’t need a man to make her complete. It was just as she had told him. They’d been two consenting adults who had enjoyed a fun, sex-filled interlude in less that ideal conditions.

  It would be for the best, she told herself again as she bunched the covers in the middle of the bed, indicating they would need to be washed. Resisting the urge to hold the pillow he had slept on to her nose, she sat down on the end of the bed, her suitcase at her feet, and a hand on his duffle bag by her side.

  Was it only
yesterday that Hunter had thoughtfully provided breakfast? Walking in the snow to get her a hot meal of scrambled eggs and toast? Was it only last night that he’d punished her in the shower, freeing her to discover new depths to her sexuality?

  She loved a wolf shifter. Foolishly, impractically, futilely, she loved him.

  A shifter who was married to his career.

  When she felt tears gather in her eyes, she admonished herself. The fault was hers. She should not have let his virile masculinity swamp her common sense. He was a wolf. He mated for life.

  And she wasn’t his mate.

  The door opened and Hunter stomped back inside. “Are you ready?” His voice held no emotion and she decided to take her cue from him. Forget. He stood silently as she put on her coat, his hands thrust deep in his own jacket, a withdrawn expression in his eyes.

  It was amazing how well she’d come to know the meaning of each of his expressions in such a short period of time.

  He ushered her toward the Hummer, keeping a firm hand on her elbow as they traversed the sidewalk and parking lot. The motor was still running and the warm interior felt good. It might not be snowing anymore but it was still cold. As soon as she settled on the passenger seat, she felt the heat against her bottom

  He’d warmed the car and turned on the heated seats for her.

  His thoughtfulness made her want to cry again.

  “So where am I taking you?”

  So much for his softer side. He apparently couldn’t wait to get rid of her. “There’s a rental agency about forty miles up the interstate according to the desk clerk.”

  Hunter put the vehicle in reverse and made his way out of the parking lot. Once on the highway, Julie could tell the snowplows had done their job as best they could. Only one lane looked as if it had been plowed more than once. The passing lane was still a snow packed nightmare.

  It took an hour and a half to reach the car rental agency and by then Julie was already rethinking her plans. She had no desire to drive in these kinds of conditions. The roads were worse then they appeared to be. There were patches of thickly packed snow that made driving almost as treacherous as driving on ice. More than one driver had skidded in front of them, barely straightening in time to avoid a collision. Hunter kept the Hummer at a slow, even speed.