He laughed as he removed his shirt. He tossed the material at me and lowered himself onto the bench. “You gonna spot me?”
“Like you fucking need a spot.” I easily dismissed his request.
Dan was my beta, the second in command of our pack, but there was a world of difference between us, the largest being that he could actually shift. He didn’t sound ridiculous claiming he was a werewolf because he had a real wolf to unleash upon those who challenged him.
I didn’t.
Tests proved I was a full-blooded werewolf; I had the enhanced senses and supernatural talents. I was merely missing a wolf and they’d been unable to discover why. Though, if you asked my mother, she’d claim I’d angered the gods in a past life. Indeed, she was a superstitious old woman with no other children, or grandchildren, to keep her busy.
Missing a wolf didn’t make me any less powerful, commanding. No one in the pack defied me. I’d fought in human form against my father’s wolf; I’d earned my place as their leader.
While nature hadn’t blessed me with a wolf, I was hoping she had given me with a loyal mate.
I focused on Anna. Her blonde hair was pulled high up on her head. Despite the tight twist she’d wrangled it into, it still bounced with every step she took on the treadmill. A decent layer of sweat covered her. The tiny trail of perspiration seemed to collect in the valley between her breasts. She wasn’t overflowing with cleavage in proportion to her expansive hips, but she had a healthy handful for me.
For me. Fuck. I hoped they were for me.
It was hell watching her hips sway, her thighs rub together and her ass gallop beautifully in front and back. Thank the heavens I’d gone the traditional route of mirrored walls in the gym. I saw every angle of her, every beautiful fucking swell of her as she exercised.
Dan pretended to struggle lifting the weighted metal bar stacked with several hundred pounds on the ends.
I held my breath as Anna turned her attention to Dan. She gave him a cursory look before turning her gaze to me. She took in all of me from foot to head. If her cheeks weren’t already flush from exercising, I think she would have been blushing when she discovered I’d caught her. At least she didn’t try to pretend she wasn’t looking, like so many of the women in here. She gave me a shy smile before focusing on her exercise again.
If I had a wolf, he’d be celebrating with me.
She was mine.
And it was time I made her aware of that.
I cut Dan loose in the gym, a dangerous thing to do when your beta was an overtly friendly wolf with an insatiable appetite for pussy.
Moving for the front desk, I feigned busyness by sorting through stacks of applications and contracts. I kept one eye on the papers and the other on her. I waited, impatiently, until she finally headed for the locker room.
I couldn’t contain the natural-born predator in me. I immediately dropped the stack in my hands and slinked through the crowd, avoiding several women who I knew were desperately seeking a conversation starter with me. I only wanted one woman. I’d only wanted one woman for the past seven months and six days. Anna.
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Chapter Two
ANNA
I hated exercising, but loved looking at Jayce. He seemed distracted today though. Generally, he conversed with the members as they did their sets. But today, he stuck close to one guy for a while before burying himself in paperwork.
It was pathetic that I’d studied him long enough to notice a shift in his pattern. I ended my workout feeling more depressed than when I started. I was too fixated on someone that would never be fixated on me. It was unhealthy. I’d had exactly one conversation with the man three months into my membership, if a general survey about my satisfaction with the gym could be considered a conversation. He’d been polite, professional and shown zero signs of interest in me outside those generic questions.
Damn it. What was wrong with me? I never obsessed over men. My mother had bred me for rejection. But there was just something about Jayce, something worth making a fool of myself for it seemed.
I headed for the women’s locker room. I never showered at the gym. Those darn shower curtains always revealed slivers of those behind them on the sides, and I definitely didn’t want any zumba bunnies catching a glimpse of my rolls.
I unlocked my locker and retrieved my weekend bag. I didn’t bother trying to freshen up. I’d go home and take a nice, long shower. Nothing beat the comforts of home.
I was just about to sling my bag onto my shoulder when a pair of hands landed on my hips. Heat singed me.
“I want you, Anna.” His voice was a husky growl in my ear; his breath sent tingles down my spine, the gentle vibrations tickling my clit.
He took a step back, turning me towards him as he circled around me. He crooked a finger beneath my chin, lifting my face until I was gazing straight into his amazing eyes, beautiful striations of hazel, honey and chocolate. He stared right into me, fixing his hands on my broad hips. “And I know you want me too.”
My breath hitched. I was certain my heart was going to give out.
Jayce was a successful business owner and fitness model. His physique was…breathtaking. He was a sculpture of perfection. A large tattoo ensconced his right bicep, showcasing the incredible bulk of his upper arms. Regardless of the shirt he wore, his six-pack was visible; his abdomen muscles were gorgeous bubbles with deep valleys framing them. And that damn sexy cut on his hips… My mouth watered every time I caught a glimpse of his erotic V. His workout pants always hung at exactly the right spot to leave me salivating as my imagination took off in a naughty direction.
Damn if my body didn’t respond to his. Too bad I weighed more than his impressive mass. I’d joined the gym seven months ago; I logged an hour five days a week and had lost an incredible eight pounds. The only reason I kept going was to drool over Jayce… just like all the other women.
Realistically, though, there was no way a gym owner-fitness model-beautiful piece of art like him would be caught with a fat girl like me. There was no nice way to say it. I wasn’t curvy or pleasingly plump. I was fat. I hadn’t worn less than a size twenty my entire adult life…all seven years of it so far.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t a virgin. There were men who were interested, but none like Jayce. Men like him were only attracted to women like me in the romance novels I devoured. I was all too aware that Jayce would forever be just a dream for me.
Sometimes a dream is enough. Sometimes a dream is better than reality. It’s safer to dream.
But this wasn’t a dream. He was standing in front of me expectantly, his hands scorching my flesh through sopping layers of cotton.
I watched as his eyes darkened; a faint supernatural glow illuminated the patterns of his irises. “Stop fighting it, Anna.”
He spoke as if he knew me, as if he’d read every secret thought I’d had about him.
I stood, dumbfounded. I knew my eyes were wide, my cheeks were flushed and my nipples were visible as I stared stupidly at him. I’d dealt with forward men before, but not assumptive forward men…or better, perceptive forward men.
I did want him. But had I really heard him right? Did he really want me?
He gently loosened my grip on my bag and set it on the floor.
My heart beat wildly as I watched him. There was something wild, almost animalistic about the way he was assessing me; I suddenly felt like his prey. That only seemed to rev my desire for him though.
When had I become such a floozy? I had this inane urge to rip my clothes off and dry hump him. I was certifiable. No fat girl wanted to do that in a well-lit, tiled room where every jiggle would be seen and every slap of fat would echo.
Yet I did.
And, oddly, I got the sense that he did too.
A smirk lifted his pouty lips. They weren’t too big or too small. They were the perfect size to suck and lick with pleasure.
I startled when he hooked his hands around my neck. His face moved inches fr
om mine. I smelled him. God, he smelled so delicious: manly, musky, with a hint of some exotic spice.
He watched me, knowing well the effect he was having on me. “I want you, Anna. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
His lips hovered centimeters from mine. I couldn’t breathe. He was so close, our chests so close to touching. My pussy was pulsing in time with my heartbeat, damn near at an orgasmic pace. I’d never reacted to a man like this.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I think you need a shower. And it’d be my pleasure to wash you.”
His lips collided with mine, capturing my gasp.
His mouth was surprisingly soft but held a desperate thickness in every brush against mine. His taste was a far cry from his scent; there was a sweetness to him that made me salivate for more.
I hesitantly rested my hands on his abs. I felt every ragged breath he took. I was quickly swept up into him. I lost myself in the taste, the smell, and the feel of him. It was so much better than I ever dreamed. I was already addicted and this was just my first taste.
He plunged his tongue past my lips, curling it sensually, further pumping my libido. Had any other guy done the same, I would have immediately jerked away…or possibly bit him. But not Jayce. Heavenly hash, my imagination couldn’t be contained. What I would have done to feel his tongue between my folds was scary.
His hands slid down, feeling their way over my ample body. He manhandled my hips. I damn near cried out, “Fuck me, please!” when he curled his hands over my ass cheeks and jerked me against his hard body. The first thing I noted was his impressive erection pressing into my soft stomach.
Holy mother of pearls. He actually wanted me.
I let go of a few inhibitions with that knowledge. I had two choices really: worry about everything I couldn’t change right now or focus on what I could. I could let go and get everything I could from this experience, including a lifetime of mental porn, or I could wallow in self-doubt and potentially send him running.
I was selfish. I wanted to see every inch of his amazing body. I wanted to trail my fingers over that damn V and touch what was in the center of the consonant’s dip.
As if reading my mind, he pulled back and removed his shirt quickly. He immediately reconnected with my mouth, teasing me into a wanton disaster. My body instinctively rolled into his. My curves automatically fit themselves against him; miraculously, they fit perfectly against him.
His deft hands moved beneath my shirt, pulling the material away from my sticky flesh as he worked it up and off of me. Just as with every man before him, I impulsively sucked in my stomach.
His expression softened, unveiling how tense it’d been prior. He stroked my cheek. “Relax, baby. Breathe deep.”
Damn if I wasn’t a mute in that moment. How did he know? When did he notice? I caught my lower lip between my teeth, suddenly nervous, undecided.
He kissed the corner of my captured lip. “You’re beautiful. Lush sexiness is what this is.” He swept his fingertips across my midsection. That’s not what got to me though. His words were spoken so reverently, as if I was something, someone of worth; invaluable to him.
My heart swelled. Somehow he’d turned a hot one-day-stand into something so much more. With that soft, husky tone of reassurance, he cracked open my chest and made me too aware of feelings I never knew I had for him.
How was that possible? It wasn’t logical to possess feelings for a total stranger.
Yet I did.
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Chapter Three
JAYCE
Her mind and body were at war. Desperation had me acting irrationally. It was my determination to claim her that saved me from making a monumental mistake with her.
I hadn’t realized she was damaged before now. She was always…happy. Not overtly, but in a simple, pleasant way. Her smile lit up the room. Her smile didn’t hint at her pain. Seeing the uncertainty cross her clear blue eyes now though, I was all too aware of my mistake in rushing her. This was a woman who had never been savored, never felt worthy of being savored. And damn did I want to savor her.
My cock throbbed, straining upwards in need. I swore my balls were pulsating with anticipation. My gut was wrangled into a big knot of frantic hunger.
I opened myself to her, giving her total access to every emotion. I gaped down at her as I paved a path over her generous figure with my hands. I had to fight the urge to roughly grab at her silky flesh. Patience earned rewards.
“Undress me, Anna.” I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel her against me. “Touch me, baby.”
She swallowed hard. Her pink tongue darted out and wet her plump lips. Her lips were luscious puffs of rounded flesh that ran into a heart shaped frame. Her lips were what every man pictured around his cock.
Her delicate hands with a soft pink manicure shook as she placed her palms flat against my chest. Her teeth clutched tightly to her lip as she drew a trail south to my waistline. She looked up at me with intrigued innocence as she dipped her fingers into my pants.
With a sigh, she froze. She shook her head negatively. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”
A thousand whacks from a cast iron skillet would have been more bearable. I struggled to school my expression. Anxiety ate me alive, shredding my calm façade. I was panicking. I’d tasted her. I’d dropped my guard and made that move. She couldn’t walk away. How could she walk away? Had I done something wrong?
She must have seen something. “Ah.” A beautiful blush stole over her as she pressed her forehead to the center of my chest. “It’s not what you think.”
That piqued my interest, quieting my mind for a moment. “What am I thinking?”
“That I don’t want this; that I’m about to run.” Accurate.
“And what are you going to do, Anna?” My voice was liquid gold; I couldn’t hide my longing from her. I wanted her to know that I needed her.
She turned her face up to me. She searched me for an excruciating minute. I forced my dick to calm down; I held tight to the last of my restraint.
“I-” She clamped her lips together, exhaling softly. “I’m not sure I can do slow and intimate with a stranger.”
Relief washed through me. She was scared. She felt it. Fuck yeah! She felt nature’s magic wrapping itself around her. “You afraid, baby?”
She considered my question, sucking that damn lip between her teeth again. She shook her head. “No.” Her eyes did a slow perusal of me. When she met my gaze, my heart skipped a beat. Wicked hot desire stared back at me.
“Fuck, baby.” It came out like as a breathless comment.
A broad smile lifted her lips. Her laugh wrapped around my heart, giving it a firm squeeze. “Yes. That’s what I want to do. Fuck…hard and rough.” Her cheeks rouged as she averted her gaze. She was the perfect blend of naughty innocence. She reduced me to a groveling weakling effortlessly. I knew, without a doubt, I would do anything she wanted, be everything she needed, give her anything and everything.
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Chapter Four
ANNA
What the hell was wrong with me? Where did this new Anna come from? I was never brazen. I played bubbly sweet and innocent; shy and quiet. Embarrassed as I was to admit it, I liked this approach. I reveled in the rush of feminine power that overcame me. Averting my gaze, I saw his cock further strain the material of his athletic shorts in reaction to my admittance. Damn if I wasn’t proud… and anxious.
I am Anna, fierce male predator. Hear me roar!
Men liked confidence, right? Regardless, Jayce liked confidence. And he liked me evidently.
A growl echoed around me, sending gentle, erotic vibrations through me.
I looked up at him. His expression was intense, concentrated, focused…on me.
Damn, he was sexy.
Our gazes locked. Our breaths aligned, our chests expanding in harmony.
One heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
Three-
We
leapt towards each other, hands flying, grabbing, yanking, and pulling frantically. Dear mother of all things holy it felt incredible to let go! Why the hell didn’t I do this before? I’d hindered my experience by putting self-preservation ignorantly above pleasure. There was no way to hide fat. Clothes didn’t make one appear fifty pounds lighter. Men knew what they were climbing into bed with, but I still feared they’d be surprised, or worse, disgusted, and run.
I was so stupid to hold back.
Poor Jayce. I was about to make up for lost time with him.
I nibbled and sucked on his lips. I dragged my nails across his toned flesh, scraping every delicious ridge. It was a struggle to not let my touch slip with his frenzied movements. He tore at our clothes and had us naked in seconds.
The first time my naked body pressed flush to his, I swore angels sung. He felt so good. Tingles shot through me. My nipples pebbled impossibly hard, aroused by the mere brush of his smooth, stone flesh. My arms snaked around his waist, holding him to me as our tongues tangled.
His hands worked over my excess stuffing in a fury. I loved the way he tried to pull me ever closer. The both of us smashed together simply wasn’t enough. I had an insatiable hunger for him. I needed him in me more than I needed air.
I squealed when he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I clung to him, yet, impressively, I wasn’t self-conscious. There was no sign of strain on his part. His hands were confident; his strides were steady.
He chuckled against my lips as he blindly carried us into the closest shower. I heard the shower turn on and felt the heat surround us.
He pressed my back to the cold tile of the shower wall. One hand supported me, the other tweaked a desperate, pert nipple, sending pleasure whooshing through me.
I moaned, leaning my head back as warmth swaddled my womb.
His mouth closed over my neck; his tongue marked a trail down to the very nipple he’d just overwhelmed with pleasure.
My hips were quickly rocking into him as he sucked at my aching bud, his expert mouth and talented hand working in unison to reduce me to a puddle of sparking nerves. My breaths were rapid, sharp intakes of humid air that barely kept me sensible.
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