Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories)

by Rebecca Abbott

  “Great! You?” I asked him as I returned to lie on the bed.

  “I slept well. I’m a little sore from yesterday so I’m going to pay a visit to my personal trainer.”

  I frowned. “I hope that this doesn’t affect your game.”

  “Eh, I’ll be fine. The coach wasn’t too happy about it, but the game isn’t for another week anyway. I should be fine by then. I’m not banged up too bad,” Michael assured me, but I wasn’t convinced. We were quiet. “So I’m going to have to postpone brunch. Can we meet up for dinner?” he asked.

  “Of course,” I told him.

  “Great!” I could hear the smile in his voice. We got off of the phone and I started going through my new clothes. When I got hungry, I ordered food from room service. While I waited, I called Zion, who should be off of work by now.

  “Hello?” Zion answered.

  “Hey girl, what are you doing?”

  “Nothing, just got home, about to start cooking dinner. What’s up with you?” I began filling Zion in on everything that had happened since we left her apartment last night.

  “Damn girl! You gave him some yet?” Zion demanded.

  “No! We’ve only kissed,” I told her. I have to admit, I was proud of myself for taking things slow, moving at my own pace.

  “I’m impressed. He’s a good guy. Does he have any friends?” Zion asked. We laughed. “I’m serious,” she said.

  “I don’t know, but he has a whole team. Maybe we could go to his game next Friday,” I said.

  “Yes! I’ve never been to a major league football game before,” Zion said.

  “Me neither,” I admitted. I was having a lot of firsts with Michael. Zion and I got off the phone just before room service arrived. I had ordered crab legs with butter and champagne. I guess I was already getting well accustomed to this lifestyle.

  While I waited for Michael to be ready, I ordered dessert and watched television. When I got bored, I took a nap. The sun was starting to set when I awoke and I took that as a sign that I should begin getting ready. I decided to get all dolled up to show Michael how much I appreciated him. I put on a long candy apple red wrap dress that hugged my curves. The deep V-neck showed off my cleavage. I wore a pair of slinky black heels that really displayed my cute feet. I pulled my dreadlocks up into a bun, and did my makeup. I was back on the couch watching TV when Michael called.

  “Hey beautiful, ready for tonight?”

  “Yes I am, where are we going?” I asked.

  “It’s a surprise,” he teased. I smiled. “I’ll be outside in less than five minutes.”

  “Ok, I’m heading down now,” I told him. I got up, grabbed my new black jacket and black clutch and left. I caught the elevator down to the lobby. A cab pulled up outside just as I was walking out so I made my way towards it. As usual, Michael got out and opened the door for me as I climbed into the back seat of the cab. Michael got in beside me and the cab took off.

  “You look beautiful tonight, as usual,” Michael told me.

  “Thank you, so do you,” I told him with a grin. Michael and I matched tonight. He had on a black suede tailored suit, with a black V-neck underneath, and black suede loafers. He was still a little bruised but the swelling in his lip had gone down. He looked as handsome as ever.

  Michael took me to a luxurious rooftop restaurant that he had rented out specifically for our date. I had never even known that this restaurant existed and the view of the city was incredible. All of the tables were lit by candles, the main source of light being the glorious full moon. A waiter brought out a bottle of champagne and a couple of goblets, filling them up halfway before leaving us alone to look over our menus.

  Michael ordered steak with broccoli and wild rice. I ordered the same thing but replaced the steak with salmon. As I ate, I realized that I didn’t know that much about Michael. I decided that this was the perfect opportunity to play 21 questions.

  “So Michael, have you dated black women before?” I asked, going straight for the jugular. Michael blushed and it was so adorable.

  “Yes. Actually, I have only dated a few white women in my life. My first and my ex were both black women,” Michael told me. For some odd reason, I was relieved by his answer. “Have you ever dated a white man before?” he asked me. Now it was my turn to blush.

  “No, I have not,” I admitted. Michael nodded, but tried to hide a smile. “What?” I asked him.

  “Nothing. I’m just proud to be the first,” he said and then looked deeply in my eyes, “but I’m hoping I’ll be the last.” I was caught off guard by the intensity with which he said that last part and took a bite of my food to avoid having to say anything. We started talking about each other’s family. Michael told me that he had been raised by a young widowed mother in the inner city. He was an only child and grew up poor. I would have never known. I told him about how I was raised in a big family, with four other sisters and how differences with my dad caused me to move out.

  “I’d like to meet your family one day,” Michael told me. “Lele, I know that I’m going to be leaving soon, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to make this work between us. I know that I may be moving fast, but ever since my father died, I don’t take anything for granted. Lele, I love you.” I almost choked on my champagne. “You don’t have to say it back just yet.”

  “I love you too,” I said. I didn’t even know that I was going to say that. I had completely lost control of the situation and as soon as I uttered those three little words, I felt so much freer. Michael’s face lit up and he looked like an excited little boy. The waiter came out to remove our plates and we ordered dessert. Minutes later, the waiter was back. We had decided to share a slice of Hawaiian wedding cake. Michael didn’t eat much of it, he just kind of watched me devour it. I had never been the type of girl who was uncomfortable eating in front of guys. Once I was nice and full, Michael stood up and took my hand to dance. I loved to dance, but I was a little full so thankfully, the music was slow and didn’t require a lot of movement. I was surprised, Michael had rhythm. He twirled and dipped me all around the dancefloor. We were out of breath and sweating by the time we sat back down. I slipped out of my heels and wiggled my toes.

  “I’m really enjoying our time together,” I told Michael. “Thank you, for everything.”

  Michael clasped my hand and stroked it with his thumb. Then he stood up and came around to where I sat on the other side of the table.

  “I too, have greatly enjoyed your company. In all of my years on the road, I have never felt anything close to what I have felt with you in these last few days and I don’t want it to end.” With that, Michael took a knee and I stopped breathing.

  He looked me deeply into my eyes again and it felt as though the world had stopped turning. Michael reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a black suede box. He only let go of my hand to open it revealing the most beautiful ring that I had ever seen.

  “Kathleen Jones, will you be my wife?” Michael asked. I finally took a breath.

  “Oh my God! Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, Michael! Oh my God!” I held out my left hand as Michael slid the sterling silver diamond encrusted ring onto my finger. I jumped up to embrace Michael, wrapping my arms around his neck as I peered behind him at the ring on my finger. I felt on top of the world. My heart was light and I felt amazing.

  Michael whispered into my ears, “We can get a house anywhere you want. You’ll never have to clean a bathroom again if you don’t want to.” Tears silently streamed down my face, I was so happy. I wrapped my lips around Michael’s in response and we kissed passionately, caressing all over each other. “Are you ready to get out of here?” Michael asked me. I was still crying as I nodded yes.

  Michael called us a cab and we rode it back to the Hilton. When we got to the suite, there were vases of beautiful red roses on every surface and rose petals covering the floor and all over the furniture. Michael barely had time to shut the door before I was all over him.
We kissed as he lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. Michael laid me down and gently removed my shoes before rubbing my feet. Then he kissed each toe and each arch, sucking gently on my ankles. Michael kissed and suckled from my toes up to my inner thighs. We locked eyes as he lifted my dress up and over my head, revealing the red lace lingerie set that I was wearing underneath. Michael removed his suit jacket and I helped him remove his shirt. Then I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants as we worked together to get him out of them. Now all he wore were black boxer briefs and a pair of black socks. He was standing at attention and I felt my breath quicken as he descended upon me, putting his lips on mine. He sucked on my juicy bottom lip as our tongues danced within my mouth.

  Michael slid my bra strap down my shoulder as I traced his abs with my finger. Using his finger tip, Michael popped one of my breasts out of the bra, squeezing and cupping it in his large hand as he teased my nipple. Michael kissed along my jawline, down my neck and on my collarbone before taking my breast into his mouth. He suckled and nibbled until the nipple was hard and then freed the other breast before doing the same while his free hand slid along my back and unclasped my bra. I tossed the bra across the room as Michael kissed down my flat belly, licking my belly button and kissing my hips.

  I could feel myself getting hot as he made his way down between my legs, kissing the outside of my panties and sending shivers through my body. I lifted my bottom up as he pulled my panties down and off, tossing them somewhere in the room. Michael squeezed my ass as he buried his face between my legs causing me to gasp and cry out in ecstasy. I stroked his head as he stroked my clit with his tongue, his fingers sliding in and out of the wetness as he tasted my juices. Michael flipped me over onto my stomach, making me giggle in surprise as he licked from my pussy to my asshole. I pulled myself up onto my knees, arching my back as he licked me. I pushed back into his face as he devoured me hungrily, all the while squeezing my nipples and fingering me. I heard the sound of a wrapper as Michael put a condom on, and rubbed his dick on my throbbing pussy. I arched even more, begging him in body language to put it inside but instead he teased me, rubbing his dick back and forth from my clit, between my wet pussy lips and up my ass crack. Then he spanked me, hard, causing me to cry out. He spanked me again on the other cheek, and then leaned forward to kiss me on each cheek, licking in between them. By this time, I was dripping, my whole body sensitive to his touch. When I was least expecting it, he entered me, slowly at first, each time going deeper into my swollen pussy. I let loose, something within me awakened and I began throwing my ass back, wanting all of him inside of me. Michael leaned forward, filling me with all of him, as he gripped my shoulders and whispered, “I love you Lele” before we made out. I sucked on his bottom lip and moaned, “I love you too Michael.” Michael leaned back and pumped harder and faster, rubbing my clit.

  “I’m about to come!” I screamed and he pulled out, lying down beside me so that I could climb on top. His penis was completely erect, standing straight up in the air. I slowly slid onto him and began grinding. I lost control as I began choking him and he gripped my ass cheeks, occasionally smacking them. This time, I didn’t tell him that I was about to come, he could just tell by the way I was moaning and my body tensed up. I could feel him tense up too, as he cried out this time, “I’m about to come!”

  We came together, and I lay on top of him, completely spent, our bodies hot and sweaty. I soon fell asleep, without a care in the world, wrapped in the arms of the man who loved me.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 8 of 25

  Mated by Two Tigers

  Gabe held the slender blonde in his arms as they twirled around the dance floor, a smile painting his face for the first time since his sweet Violet passed away two years before. Mason was right. With Vi gone and her killer locked safely behind bars, it was time to get out there again and live again. Enough time had passed, and Vi wouldn’t want him sitting at home, withering away in his thirties.

  He’d forgotten the blonde’s name already, his memory slightly fuzzy with the nights drinking to build up his courage. But she was a living, breathing woman, and dammit he was having fun. He wouldn’t take her home; he would probably never see her again. But for this one moment, all was bright in the world.

  Mason spun past Gabe, who had a gorgeous brunette on his arm, and winked at his friend. The look on Gabe’s face said it all and Mason didn’t need the thank you that Gabe mouthed as they flew by. His best friend’s happiness was more than enough.

  The chamber orchestra finished their song and the dancers stopped to clap. Live music and dancing were a rare thing in this modern world, but both Mason and Gabe loved the classics. The small group bowed graciously and sat down to play their last song. With a smirk, Gabe recognized the modern piece with a classical spin, letting everyone know closing time was upon them. Gabe wrapped his arm tight around the blonde’s waist and pulled her in for a slow-dance. He whispered his thanks in her ear for a sweet night on the town, and asked if he could call her a private car to drive her home. She blushed, but relief was evident on her face. When he’d first asked her if she would like to join him for dinner and dancing, you could tell this wasn’t what she’d expected. Sitting alone at a table in a restaurant, obviously stood up for a date, she looked like she needed a night on the town as much as Gabe did, and he’d told her so.

  She’d been eager to join him, until they’d sat down for their meal in the most exclusive restaurant in Daytona Beach. It was clear from her face that she didn’t believe him when he’d reassured her that he expected nothing in return from her. Now, letting her know in the gentlest way he knew how that he had no intention of bringing her home, he felt the tension drain from her; tension he hadn’t even known was there until it was gone.

  “You Gabe, whatever your last name is, are a true gentleman, and I’ve had the best night tonight.” She kissed Gabe on the cheek and rested her head on his chest.

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Don’t ever let a man make you think that you are worth any less.” She nodded into his chest.

  She was a beautiful woman, but she’d been stood up more than once. She was about to give up on men altogether, staring angrily into an apple pie, when Gabe had sat down beside her and talked her into joining him for the evening. She surprised herself by saying yes and getting up to leave with him right then. She was already wearing her most luscious red dress, so why not? What had started out as the worst night of her dating career had turned magical. She knew that she would leave this man’s company believing in fairytale once more.

  The song ended and the couples dispersed for the night. Gabe and Mason waited with their dates for their hired cars to arrive and tipped both drivers handsomely to make sure that they arrived at their homes safely. Gabe tossed Mason the keys to his Porsche 911 and hopped in the driver’s seat. Not much of a drinker, he knew that one was one too many for him. Mason chuckled at his friend and got into the driver’s seat. All that liquid courage had left his dear friend a little giddy, and Mason was glad for it. Gabe deserved a happy life.

  Mason guided the Porsche through the streets, heading for large townhome they shared. Gabe hadn’t set foot inside his own home since that day he’d found Violet murdered in their living room, the words “Tiger lover” spray-painted on all the walls. Vi had died because she loved a shifter, and Gabe couldn’t bring himself to walk the halls that once held framed photos of their happy life anymore.

  A few blocks away, Gabe could see flashing red and blue lights bouncing off the neighboring houses. The police. Mason slowed the car and turned down an alley, taking the back way to the townhouse.

  He crossed a small side-street and discovered that the alley-way was also blocked.

  “What in the hell is going on?” said Mason.

  Gabe shrugged. His guess was as good as any. Mason pulled down another alley and killed the engine, pulling out his smart phone to check the local news. There was a breaking news
bulletin that began playing as soon as he clicked on the icon.

  “Breaking news tonight out of a quiet suburb of Daytona Beach. A gruesome murder scene has been found at the home of Mason Kaplan, CEO and majority owner of Kaplan Innovations. Details are sketchy at this time, but authorities are searching for Mr. Kaplan, and a known associate, Gabe Nemr, for questioning. Mr. Kaplan and Mr. Nemr are only persons of interest at this point, though Channel 12 news has learned that Mr. Nemr’s wife, Violet Nemr was also murdered two years ago. This, of course, raising questions as to whether the right man has been incarcerated for Violet Nemr’s murder. The pair are described as—”

  Mason turned the phone off, his hand shaking. The camera had panned away several times, showing the front yard of the townhome crawling with forensic investigators and law enforcement. During the reporter’s clip, two body bags had been removed from the residence, and what Mason could see of the scene behind was a grisly scene.

  With a calm he didn’t feel, Mason drove the Porsche away from the house, heading for an apartment he kept near his office for emergencies. It was only a matter of time before the authorities would find the apartment. But by then, Mason and Gabe would be long gone.

  *****

  Stacy watched the furniture van unload the last of its cargo and drive away, leaving the rustic cabin and its new inhabitants to settle into their new home. The cabin, large for the area with three spacious rooms, had been vacant for years, so Stacy had been surprised when a modest sedan had pulled onto the private drive, stopping to remove the battered for sale sign at its entrance. Willing to admit that she was quite nosy, but preferring to think of it as friendly curiosity, Stacy had wandered down the trail that eventually led past the cabin to get a look at her new neighbors. She was surprised to see two men, both looking like they belonged in the big city in a flashy car, not Stephenville, Oregon. Population 500, if you counted the entire, unnamed, mostly forested area surrounding the tiny town.