Piece of Tail: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance

by Milly Taiden

  “Why?” he asked, puzzled.

  She shook her head again. “Nah, I feel guilty about blowing off my meeting and I’d like to try to and catch up with her, if possible.”

  “Funny, I just cancelled mine.” He gestured toward the restaurant. “That’s the call I made.”

  Oh my God! This stunning man just cancelled a business meeting to spend more time with her! Becca’s cat went nuts, but her phone pinged sending reality rushing in to squelch her inner swoon. She fished in her purse to check the message.

  Becca dear—

  I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt that your delay this afternoon was inevitable. I’ll be at the Oak Bar at the Plaza Hotel at eight p.m. this evening. I look forward to seeing you then. I’ll have a red flower brooch on my shoulder in case my profile pic isn’t enough.

  —Gerri Wilder

  Becca raised an eyebrow, locking her phone with a click.

  “Bad news?” he asked.

  “Uhm, no. More like coincidence.” She gestured with her phone. “It was my business acquaintance. She wants to meet tonight. Eight p.m.”

  The waitress brought the credit card slip for Jay and he glanced at Becca as he signed the check. “That works out perfectly.”

  “Why, did you switch your meeting to this evening, too?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “No. I postponed mine indefinitely.” He closed the leather folio and looked at his watch. “I said it was perfect timing because it’s four-o’clock. Check in time at every decent hotel in the city. We can get you settled and then pick up whatever you need for the night. You can meet your friend and then have a late dinner with me.”

  She shook off her inner squeal and tried to be cool. “I appreciate the offer, Jaylon, but I’d rather get myself settled and then meet you later.”

  A slash of disappointment edged tight in his jaw. “Okay,” he hesitated. “Where and when do you want to meet?”

  “I promise I’m not trying to blow you off, Jaylon. You can come with me to find a hotel, if you want.” She smiled casually, but her mind screamed, “Please say yes!”

  He nodded with a smile. “Deal. Any idea where you want to go?”

  She inhaled, pressing her lips together to tamp down on her ear-to-ear smile. Her eyes skimmed toward the southern end of the park and he laughed, meeting her eyes. “Don’t tell me. The Plaza, right?”

  She shrugged with a smirk. “Why not?”

  Jaylon pushed his chair back and got up to walk around the table. He held out his hand and Becca slipped her fingers into his palm.

  “Those are the two best words I’ve heard so far today,” he said as he pulled her from her seat to stand toe to toe with him.

  Slipping his hand around her waist, he kissed her, letting his lips linger for more than a moment.

  Eyes closed, she tasted the hint of hunger on his mouth and her cat paced. Why not? She could think of ten reasons why she shouldn’t, but none of them mattered with his lips on hers.

  Jaylon was too delicious to resist. Just looking at him made her mouth water and her panties wet, and when he touched her— oh God—

  Why not?

  Exactly.

  The two got out of the cab and headed up the red carpeted steps through the hotel’s classic doors into the famed hotel.

  Becca glanced toward registration and then to Jaylon. “Meet you here at eight thirty, then?”

  “Sounds good.”

  She nodded and turned to head to the front desk, but Jaylon was still at her side.

  “I don’t need a chaperon, Jaylon. I’m certainly capable of checking myself into a hotel.”

  “I know that, Becca, and so am I. Or would you prefer I wander the city until it’s time to meet you for dinner?”

  Mouth open, she snapped it closed. “I didn’t realize, Jaylon. I’m sorry. I thought you had places to be.”

  At the front desk, he caught her around the waist and kissed her again, eager and demanding, biting her bottom lip. “I have plenty of places to be, Becca, but right now the only place I want to be is with you, near you—” he whispered against her mouth, “—inside you.”

  Becca’s breath hitched at his words. The man was so hot, her skin burned with a single touch and her pussy went slick with need. It had been too long.

  Her cat yowled inside, prodding her, scratching for the surface. Her mouth slanted against his and she kissed him back, her tongue straining for dominance.

  She almost laughed at the clichéd irony. Fighting like cats and dogs, ha! Try fucking like beasts.

  Her heat came on fast and hard. A raging inferno ready to burn her alive if she didn’t give it release. She’d never been a one-night stand before, but she didn’t care. Since that terrible night when Charlie died, her guilt had snuffed any chance at passion since.

  Jaylon broke their kiss, his eyes on hers. “I know we just met today, but when something good crashes into you, it makes you wonder. Especially when you’ve been struggling to resist that feeling all day.”

  She froze for a moment. Jaylon felt it, too?

  “Fate had you stumble into my arms, and I don’t want to let you go. Not yet, anyway.”

  9

  “Jaylon—” Becca’s head spun, his words making her pulse race with a flood of anticipation.

  The desk clerk cleared his throat and Becca jumped, jerking back from Jaylon.

  “How may I help you?”

  “Uhm, yes. We’d like a room. I mean, I’d like a room—yes—” she coughed. “One room, please.”

  The clerk grinned at the two of them still tangled with each other. “Are you sure about that, miss?”

  Becca swallowed, sliding her eyes to Jaylon, again. His were dark with untamed need, a glint of his animal, hungry and waiting in their depths, and she didn’t need a mirror to know hers were just as feral.

  He lifted her hand to his lips, answering the clerk’s question without taking his eyes from Becca.

  “She’s sure. One room, but make it a suite. A two-bedroom suite.”

  “How many room keys would you like, Mr.—”

  “Ross. Jaylon Ross. Two keys. One night.”

  Jaylon gave the clerk his credit card and the man handed it back with their keys. “Enjoy your night.”

  Becca’s mouth watered as they hurried to the elevator. A feeling of decadence floated over her. Self-indulgent. It was the only word that fit. She’d thrown everything she was supposed to accomplish today to the winds and she didn’t care.

  One day of uninhibited pleasure. That’s what she promised herself. Even if this was for one night, she would remember it forever. Hell, every woman needed something to dream about. Right?

  The elevator slid open and they stepped inside, arm in arm. The car was empty and she caught their reflection in metallic doors. Jaylon was tall and utterly striking. Broad shouldered and muscular with a dark, smoldering kind of gorgeous. In comparison, she was short, with full curves, and despite her cat’s predatory yellow-green eyes and the sexy swell to her well-kissed lips, a slash of self-conscious heat hit her cheeks.

  He stood behind her and moved her hair to one side, exposing her bare shoulder. Slipping his hands around her waist, his palms splayed against her belly.

  “Look at yourself, Becca.” His voice held a gravelly edge that made her clit ache. “Can you see what I see? Your luscious body with its soft curves beckoning to be touched. And your scent—” he leaned in close to her ear. “Your wet, delicious scent. You’re ready, love. Ready to be fucked.”

  “Jaylon—” Becca leaned back into his chest, her nipples high and aching.

  He feathered his lips over her shoulder, and as if he knew, his hands reached for her breasts, cupping their full weight as his fingers pinched the stiffening peaks through her thin cotton camisole.

  His hard length pressed against her back. “I can’t wait anymore, Becca. You’re swollen and wet and it’s making my mouth water and my cock like a rock.”

  Jaylon pushed the stop
button and the elevator jerked to a halt. With one fluid move he spun her around, her wrists locked above her head against the mirrored wall.

  His free hand gathered her skirt to her hips before tearing the crotch from her lacy underwear. The fabric curled, exposing her wet sex and he pushed her legs apart.

  She wanted Jaylon more than anything, and her inner cat screamed to be taken.

  Using his free hand, he spread her, her thick thighs slick with her own juice. He freed his cock and drove his member deep, his wolf growling as he buried his face in her hair, her juicy scent surrounding him, driving him.

  Becca licked her lips, matching the feral sound with one of her own.

  “Oh baby, you feel so good. Better than I imagined.”

  Becca turned her head, watching his face in her peripheral vision, his raw need and want pushing her to the edge.

  He took her mouth, devouring her as his cock took her pussy, hard and deep, her slick cleft taking him to his balls.

  A sphere-shaped strobe at the center of the ceiling blinked and its loud ping dragged Becca’s attention for a moment, her jaw dropping as she realized what it was.

  “Oh my God! Jaylon! There’s a camera in here!”

  He grinned against the side of her throat, his lips kissing the base of her ear. “Baby, porn stars got nothing on us.”

  He nipped her earlobe and then turned with her toward the corner, screening her with his body. “I’m not done with you, love,” he whispered putting his hand over hers as she straightened her skirt.

  “My panties are in shreds,” she murmured, tugging her hem from her waistband, her body still on the verge as he kissed her neck.

  “Makes for easy access.” He zipped his pants as best he could before moving to slide his arm around Becca’s shoulders. “Ready?”

  She nodded, burying her face in the side of his chest as they turned toward the doors. Jaylon pushed the floor button and the elevator started moving once more.

  He gave the camera a quick salute. “I guarantee that tape is a keeper for the security team. I bet they each jerk off to it before the night is out.”

  “Stop that!”

  Jaylon leaned down, giving Becca’s bowed head a quick kiss. “What’s the matter, Bec? Don’t like the idea of random dudes slapping the salami to the memory of the hottest fuck they’ve ever seen?”

  He pulled her closer. “I’d have my hand around my shaft right now if the real thing wasn’t steps away from my bed.”

  Embarrassed heat stung her cheeks, but she couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk that tugged at her lips.

  The car dinged as they reached their floor and Jaylon swept her up in his arms, carrying her through elevator doors as they slid open.

  “They keys are in my pocket, if you can fish them out. Things are a little tight in there courtesy of your killer curves and wet slit.”

  Becca sucked in a breath and wiggled her hand into his pocket, his hard dick flush against the inside fabric.

  “Told you.” He took her mouth as they rounded the corner to the room. “I can’t wait to see if your pretty pink pussy tastes as good as you smell.”

  Becca’s clit throbbed with each step and each sex-soaked word until she swiped the card on the door and the lock snicked open.

  Jaylon barely let the door close behind them before he deposited Becca on the bed. No lights, no nothing, just pushed her skirt to her hips and her knees to her chest, dipping his head between her legs.

  10

  “Oh God, Becca. You’re even sweeter than I hoped.” He dragged his tongue from her ass to her hard nub, swirling her rigid core before biting down.

  “Come for me, Becca.” He slid three fingers between her wet folds, curling them into her pussy.

  He worked her clit with his mouth and her spot with one hand as the other reached for her breasts.

  Becca shoved the camisole’s thin straps from her shoulders and pushed the cotton top to her waist. She covered Jaylon’s hand and worked her nipples along with him.

  He sucked her swollen clit, grazing his teeth along the hard bead and Becca’s head dropped between her shoulders.

  Need coiled in a tight knot and she lifted her hips, grinding herself farther into his mouth. Breath locked in her throat as pleasure exploded, waves rocked her inside out.

  Panting, she dug her fingers into Jaylon’s hair. “You tasted me, now it’s my turn.” He lifted his head from her spent pussy and she nodded, licking her lips as she scrambled to her knees on the end of the bed.

  Eyes on her, he unzipped his jeans, pushing them to his hips. His cock was everything she expected and more. Long, full and corded with a swollen head ready to burst. Her inner cat yowled.

  Mine! Mine! Mine!

  The continuous roaring of the word nearly split her in two. If she could, she would have carved the word into his chest with her claws.

  He cupped her face and kissed her hard as she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft.

  “Nice,” she growled, running her hand along the straining flesh to the ridged edge of his head.

  “Think you can take it all?” he murmured the question against her mouth.

  Jungle eyes flashed, and with a grin she moved from the bed to stand in front of him, her hands on his chest. “Try me.”

  Becca sank to the floor, dull claws marking his skin the length of his torso from pressure beneath her fingertips. Jaylon sucked air through his teeth at the jagged feel, and then groaned as Becca’s tongue circled his swollen head.

  She licked the base of his cock, the full length along the thick underlying vein, slow pressure from his root to his tip until she curled her tongue around a sweet pearl of cum.

  Opening her mouth, she grazed her teeth over his sensitive head and he hissed again. “Who knew you were such a cock tease.” He fisted her hair, his thick head pressed to her full lips. “Is that all you can do? Tease? Or do you want it all?”

  Becca’s lips parted and he growled. “That’s it. Nice. Open wide and deep throat me, baby. Every hard inch.”

  She slipped his full length into her mouth and Jaylon groaned, tightening his grip on her hair as he fucked her mouth.

  Becca milked him with the flat of her tongue, sliding his cock deep into her throat and then back, her hand working his shaft until every muscle in his ass and thighs tensed.

  His head bulged in her mouth and Jaylon’s entire body stiffened. She pulled him from her lips with an audible pop and flicked his tender tip.

  “Give it to me, Jaylon. Every drop.”

  He shook his head. “That’s not what I want from you, Becca. I want your tight, hot sheath wrapped around my dick. I’ve tasted of your honey, but now I want it all—everything you have—your mouth, your snug slit, your ass. I want to fuck you until your eyes roll back and you scream my name.”

  Becca gasped at the raw words and her clit ached for his hard length still in her hand. Before she could say a word, Jaylon lifted her to the bed and pushed her back onto the duvet. He held her ankles locked in one hand, her skirt bunched under her ass, raising her like a flushed offering for his waiting cock.

  With a guttural snarl, he drove his cock deep, his hips working her hard. “You’re so wet, Becca. Like hot, tight silk.”

  He buried his member balls deep, ramming her while his free hand worked her clit, circling and teasing the taut bud until she cried out. Her legs shook as her orgasm crashed through her body.

  Lifting her, he spun around to the wall, his hips grinding against every wave as her walls convulsed, spasming against his corded mass. Becca clung to his neck, her fingers in his thick, dark hair.

  “Fuck, baby,” he growled against her ear. “Where do you want my cum? In your pussy or in your mouth?”

  She bucked her hips against his and another orgasm took her. “Come, Jaylon. Deep inside me.”

  He thrust deep into her core, the force knocking a picture from the wall, but neither cared. He held her close and emptied himself with a muffled snarl.


  His wolf howled loudly inside him, snarling for him to mark her, claim her, but he tamped down on the urge, focusing instead on the feel of Becca’s full body and how his cock fit her like a tailored glove.

  She slumped against his shoulder as aftershocks took them both. “That was incredible,” she croaked between pants.

  Jaylon wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her ass, and walked with their bodies still entwined toward the bed. He slumped forward with her onto the duvet and held her close, not ready to let go.

  “Uhm, Jay—” She wiggled her nose into his chest to get his attention. “I can’t breathe.”

  He pulled back, but didn’t let go. “You amaze me,” he whispered, finally pulling out and slipping in beside her on top of the covers. Nuzzling her neck, he sighed.

  “What?”

  “I never experienced anything like that. Your body is a wonderland.”

  Becca dragged a finger over his lips and then stretched to kiss the tip of his nose. “There’s a song in there somewhere.” She chuckled.

  He nuzzled her again, kissing the underside of her jaw and up to her mouth. “Song or no song, I’m serious. Amazing!”

  “You’re not so bad yourself. Talented hands and tongue.” Her free hand slipped to his crotch and circled his still stiff member. “Not to mention the other charmed parts of you.”

  He grinned, taking her bottom lip between his teeth, teasing. “This is not the way I expected my day to go. Not that I’m complaining. Especially since I was not looking forward to—” he shook his head.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting anything like this from my meeting this afternoon.”

  She looked at him. “You said your meeting was business. Why would you expect the end result of a business meeting to end up in bed?”

  Jaylon reached for the remote and snapped on the TV. “I didn’t. And whatever I did or didn’t expect, it doesn’t matter anymore. Crashing into you today has changed everything.”

  “I don’t understand.”