Curves For Him: 10 Delicious Tales

by Aubrey Rose

  My free hand reached down. I plumped her breasts, matching the rising rhythm of her mouth. Then I went lower still, pushing two fingers up inside her.

  She stopped, and my erection dropped out her wet lips. Fuck, she was even wetter down there, slick and ready like silk, all for me.

  My thumb found her clit. She moaned, whispering my name like it was the filthiest curse in the world. All it took to make my cock jerk one more time, reminding me this greedy bastard needed to be satisfied, and he was done waiting.

  I moved my hands to her back, cupping her near the ass and laying her down, making room for me.

  Sliding between her legs, I rolled my hips, positioning myself perfectly for the grand entrance. She oozed raw desire, grinding against me, and then I shifted forward, curling into her with one long stroke.

  My cock hit the edge of her womb, right where it belonged. Her little gasp made me smile, and I reared up, grabbing her hips to work her legs around me, a higher angle to really fuck her deep.

  I hadn't realized how much I missed this until I was deep in it. Laura's little pleasure sighs grew louder with every thrust, my balls slapping her soft skin when I drove deep.

  Her eyes were narrow, alive with pure pleasure, a woman's energy dancing with the tiger's. My bear and I could appreciate that, and we showed it by mating her harder.

  “Fuck, baby! You don't ever get to make me wait for this pussy again. Every inch of you is mine now, on demand. You understand?” I finished my words by thrusting deeper, harder.

  She moaned her approval. Her breathing was growing low and raspy. I knew she was on the edge, and that made me want to throw her right off it.

  Every gasp and roll of her hips set another part of me on fire. She was fucking killing me, and I loved every second.

  I never planned to repeat our first claiming. It just happened.

  Her hips shifted against mine, and suddenly my cock was engulfed in velvety bliss constricting tight around it. Having kids hadn't done anything to her. If anything, she was tighter than before, and my muscles went ballistic when I felt her clenching.

  She came, throwing herself up around me, clawing at my neck. Her fingernails went straight down.

  Rough scratches drew fire. Hell, maybe she'd even drawn a little blood.

  The movement caused my bear to stand up and roar. I plunged into her one last time and pinned her down, feeling more prickly fire as her nails scratched at my shoulders.

  My teeth found her neck. She was coming, screaming, and I cranked her up another notch. Her head twisted, offering it to me, giving me her flesh in every sense of the word.

  I couldn't hold like this, no matter how the bear wanted me to.

  Fireworks blasted through my head. I let go and grunted around her flesh. My cock's shudder pulsed through my whole body as seed rushed into her.

  Our hips went wild, rocking and sucking, clenching harder than ever before.

  Coming like this was fucking addictive. And it was mine, all mine, every sweet inch of her curves, ripe for pillaging again and again.

  My bite softened when the firestorm passed. My cock was still twitching, spilling the last of its stuff. The insane passion burned off fast, leaving behind ashes in my nerves.

  My cheek flopped against the edge of her shoulder, and I eyed the deep bite marks I'd left. The bear flopped down too, dizzy and satisfied, ready to go into hibernation.

  Her fingernails were still digging into my flesh. Finally, they lightened.

  Her gaze found mine first.

  “Rest up, Mister Roark. Pace yourself. Daddy won't drop the cubs off for another whole day.”

  I smiled. “Plenty more where that came from.”

  I moved, pulling out and spooning her from behind. Gods, sometimes I swore she'd been made to hook perfectly to my body.

  Her nails touched my skin again, this time moving softly over my chest. The bear claw I had tattooed there always fascinated her. She grazed the ink gently, studying its shape, its depth.

  “This isn't like before. Everything feels right this time. Everything.” She whispered the last word softly, her eyes lighting up with surprise.

  “Love's always better when nobody's got a shotgun at our backs. I knew it was right the second I laid eyes on you, little tiger, even if it was wrong as hell at the time.”

  She leaned in and kissed my chest, pushing her lips to the tattoo she'd been fondling. I didn't mind. Having her lips anywhere on my body was a heaping slice of heaven.

  “Wish I had your confidence, James.” She kept her eyes on mine, kissing me again, as if to apologize for ever doubting anything.

  “You do now, baby. Don't forget, it's still our own blood, sweat, and tears that made this happen. Old Spark said fated mates aren't a certain thing. I've been thinking about what he really meant behind all that mumbo-jumbo. Well, I think he meant we gotta make our own future, and fate will do the rest.” I reached for her hand and gave it a good squeeze. “I'll tell you this, I'm gonna keep making it with you until the day I die.”

  “A girl can get used to that kinda fate,” she purred, settling her sweet face on my chest.

  “You're gonna get used to a lot of things. Mostly these guns wrapped around your hips morning, noon, and night.” I gave her another squeeze, loving her curves. “When a bear digs his claws in, he doesn't ever look back, and he doesn't let go.”

  “Lucky for you keeping a tiger's the easy part,” she said, pursing her lips, ready for a kiss. “It's the catching part that's not so easy.”

  Wasn't that the truth?

  I kissed her long, firm, and deep this time. Had to remind her that I still knew how to catch her heart, even if it was never, ever getting away from me again.

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  NOTHING SEVERS FATED MATES. NOT EVEN DESTINY ITSELF.

  Jenna Argo never imagined she'd see Alaska for the first time as a prisoner. A ruthless treasure hunter's plot to use the curvy half-blood tigress as bait means a tragic first contact with her own kind.

  Good thing Erik Nordclaw is smarter than human evil. Wild, strong, and deeply protective, this Alpha tiger shifter protects everything he claims. As soon as he lays eyes on the voluptuous angel, he knows saving Jenna won't be enough. Erik won't be satisfied until she's settled in his village and his bed.

  Under her handsome savior's watch, everything makes sense for the first time in Jenna's life. A man to love and a place to call home are finally in claw's reach.

  Then a devastating prophecy changes everything. Jenna's bloodline is cursed, and it's Erik's job to convince her otherwise, no matter how much a sinister scheme seems to confirm her dark fate.

  Will determined Erik prove she's his fated mate, or will Jenna's prophecy doom him and all of Tiger Tree?

  Wolves Next Door by Catherine Vale

  Chapter One

  Another crazy day of endless shopping, thought Julie as she dumped her bags onto the floor, struggled to open the front door and then fought to reload the heavy bags into her arms.r />
  That’s the exact moment she heard a deep voice rumble from out of nowhere. A voice she knew that she would never forget.

  “Looks like you could use some help with those.”

  Crushed gravel...warm, delicious velvet, and pure steel mixed with just a hint of smooth, deep bass...That voice. Julie caught her breath as the words washed over her senses, her pulse instantly quickening. She was reluctant to look behind her; she already knew who it was. Only one man had a voice that could send such wickedly delicious vibrations through her curvy frame, reducing her to a blushing schoolgirl within minutes, leaving her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

  “Come on, let me help you with that. Those bags look awfully heavy for a girl.”

  This time, his voice held slight humor and she rolled her eyes before finally spinning around to face him.

  “Hi, Caine,” she greeted him with a bright smile.

  With a man like Caine, there was only one thing to expect: Unapologetic and brazenly hot fire that could melt the toughest woman’s heart with just one look. And that’s exactly what happened every time she ran into him.

  Julie had moved into the quiet, upscale neighborhood nearly three months ago and so far, Caine was one of the only neighbors who had reached out to her. Julie didn’t mind that so much, since the last thing she wanted was to add chaos to her life with nosy neighbors wanting to invade her space. After all, she moved to the area for one reason only: peace and quiet, and most importantly, a brand new start, a second chance. And that involved keeping a low profile, her head down, minding her own business.

  She looked up, way up at Caine and instantly felt the undeniable heat in the deep blue of his eyes.

  It was hard to turn a cold shoulder to such a beautiful, charismatic man, even if the plus size beauty felt completely awkward and out of place with him. Perhaps she wasn’t used to the attention of such a powerful specimen, especially one as seductively handsome as Caine, or maybe it was because of her own insecurities, ignited by an ex boyfriend who made her question everything about herself. But as she stood before the irresistible man and his desire to simply help her with her shopping bags, all self-conscious thought was lost in the wind, replaced with a deep satisfying need to be close to him, to remain in his presence.

  His dirty blond hair and six-foot-six frame in that black t-shirt and low slung jeans looked casual enough at first glance, harmless even, but you could still imagine him just walking out of a Calvin Klein photo shoot and with just a quick flash of that bright-white smile a woman could lose all control.

  “Thanks, Caine. I appreciate the help, but I think I’ll manage.” she finally replied. Damn the breathy way she sounded! Every single time he approached her she felt like she should run the other way for fear of further embarrassing herself. But Caine seemed harmless enough – as harmless as a walking sex god could be, that is. Julie had to quell the impulse to run her fingers through his hair. She hoped she looked okay after a full day of shopping and errands. What could she say? Shopping was her pick-me-up, especially after a rough day – or week. And she’d had more than a few of those lately.

  “Are you sure about that?” Caine prodded, a small smile tilting his sinfully curved lips. Julie tore her eyes away from that beautiful mouth to look down at the bags, which still dotted the floor at her feet, barely maintaining their contents. She figured two trips would be all it would take and she’d have all of her stuff inside. But then she looked up at Caine once again, and didn’t feel like saying ‘no’ today. Not to those gorgeous blue eyes. Not to that sinfully flirty smile with those melt-your-heart dimples. What harm would it be anyway, accepting a bit of help from a friendly neighbor?

  “On second thought, I really would appreciate your help. Thanks,” she replied with a genuine smile. She could swear Caine’s eyes darkened momentarily as he held her gaze, but then he nodded with a return smile.

  “No problem,” he replied, his molten-lava voice oozing sexuality, and with one quick movement, he easily gathered up several of the over-flowing bags into his large hands.

  “Come on in,” Julie whispered, though he already was walking through her front door. She hid an inward sigh as she watched Caine enter into what she’d so far considered her personal space. Her eyes lingered briefly on his retreating back, stretched beneath the fabric of his t-shirt and outlined in muscle, and then down at his perfectly sculpted frame. No man’s ass had the right to look that good in jeans, thought Julie with a shiver. Finally, she bent down to pick up the remaining two bags. As she straightened, she glanced across the street and let out a quiet groan of dismay.

  Julie recognized the woman standing there in front of the opposite house, her thin face etched in disapproval. She had long brunette hair tied back in a severe ponytail, and her gaze was that of sharp daggers and cold steel. Just what I need, thought Julie. It was bad enough that she’d been feeling snubbed by the ladies in the neighborhood, but now she’d have to contend with being thought of the neighborhood flirt, maybe even slut, luring their sexy male neighbors into her love nest.

  Not sure what to do, Julie simply smiled and nodded, but the woman merely huffed and turned her back, shaking her head all the way up to her front door which she slammed shut behind her. Ouch. Okay, so that’s how it’s going to be. Well, all the more reason not to socialize.

  With a deep sigh she retreated into her house only to find Caine waiting for her, standing in the middle of the foyer, bags still in hand.

  “Where do you want me?” He glanced over his shoulder at her, his dimples prominent on his tanned face.

  Julie couldn’t control the rush of heat between her thighs or the way her nipples suddenly felt sensitive beneath her thin blouse. Stuttering, she struggled to breathe. “Umm, in the ... the living room. Just set the bags down on the coffee table, please.” She moved ahead of him, leading him deeper into the house, and he followed close behind, his masculine scent waffling in the air, permeating everything it touched and she knew that she would never be able to walk through the front door of her house again without being instantly reminded of Caine. And she was very certain he knew that.

  * * *

  Caine noted that the bags weren’t filled with groceries, but clothing and other fashion items. Some of the bags held insignia from pricey designer stores. Coupled with the way the house seemed so nicely decorated and styled, it was obvious Julie was doing well for herself. Or maybe she had a rich family – or boyfriend.

  The thought of any man in Julie’s life fired him up, causing him to let out a growl. Damn. He didn’t want to think about that. Ryan had warned him that they should take it slow. Give her time to adjust to the area, get to know her. It was all part of the process to eventually make her understand that not only had she come into their territory, she’d staked her claim on the two men destined to have her as a mate. Their one and only mate.

  And now it occurred to him that she might not even be single. After all, she was absolutely stunning. Curves in places Caine never even dreamed a woman could have them, and eyes; such a gorgeous, impossibly dark brown he was almost tempted to ask if she wore contacts. And her smile – it had the power to tilt his world on its side, leaving him desperate to cling to reality before he was swept away in some dangerously wicked fantasy. And oh those lips... deliciously plump and begging to be kissed. When she smiled at him the way she had earlier, as she’d thanked him for his offer to help, Caine had felt the strings clench around his heart. Taking things slow with Julie would be the most difficult thing Caine ever did.

  Besides, he wasn’t known for his patience. Ryan was the calm and steady one. Dark, brooding and enigmatic, he was the opposite of Caine’s wild, carefree style.

  But there wasn’t a carefree thought on his mind right then, a frown marring his forehead as he suddenly wondered if the reason Julie always seemed so nervous or wary of letting him close was because she was already taken.

  Imagining another man’s hands on Julie’s body tightened his gut till he cou
ld hardly breathe. Yet, he couldn’t sense another man on her – no masculine scent existed in the room other than his own. Funny how, after only three months since she moved in, he already thought of her as theirs to claim. And though Caine normally didn’t like to share when it came to his women, when it came to Julie, Caine and Ryan already had an understanding. There could only be one woman for them; a shared mate that would fulfill their needs as lover, friend and mother to their offspring. One scent of Julie, and their joint fate had been sealed...

  * * *

  Ryan had found her first.

  He’d literally passed by her on the street a short distance away from her house. He’d seen her heading toward him and was instantly taken in by her beauty. Taller than the average woman, beautifully curved; a classic beauty that made you lose your breath for a moment in hungry admiration.

  As she’d approached, she’d looked up and met Ryan’s gaze and he instantly picked her scent in the air. She gave him a polite smile and nod and then brushed past him on the narrow pavement, oblivious to the desire she etched into his heart.

  A minute later, Ryan spun round, fists clenching, desperate to hold back the urge to claim what he was sure was his. Being a shifter meant there was always a thin line between your primal and human instincts. Sometimes, it was easy to simply give in, the beast breaking through the logic, forcing its desires above all rational thought. As he watched the gloriously beautiful woman walk away, Ryan felt closer to losing control than he’d ever felt since he had originally shifted.

  He watched with narrowed eyes as she suddenly moved toward the house nested between his and Caine’s. As she let herself in, he realized she was his new neighbor, the woman who had just purchased the Miller house that had stood empty for years. And then a smile had spread over his normally forbidding expression, dispelling the shadows. He couldn’t wait to tell Caine the news.

  They’d found their mate. Or more aptly, she’d found them, although she had yet to know it. Fate couldn’t have been kinder and Ryan was hell-bent on making sure he seized every opportunity to get to know her, to bring her closer into his circle and finally, when the time was right, to reveal who she was to them. Their one true mate, where she would be forever claimed, possessed by their never-ending desire for her. She would succumb to her own desperate need for them, accepting them as both her leaders and lovers in return, and she would finally be right where she belonged.