Wolf's Den - A BBW Shifter Romance Novel

by D. H. Cameron

  “Ride me, fur ball. I love this show,” Yeager told me. I sat back and caressed my lush body with my hands as I bounced on Yeager. I played amongst my ample flesh enjoying my own touch. Yeager’s hand slipped around my hips and he helped me ride him with even more enthusiasm. “Pinch your nipples” he urged me and I obeyed his desires. I took my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of my hands and tugged wildly.

  “Oh shit, that feels good,” I growled and then pulled one nipple to my mouth and began sucking on it.

  “Fuck! That’s hot,” he said.

  “Wait till their full of milk,” I replied. Yeager’s eyes rolled back in his head. He obviously hadn’t considered that but there was little doubt he found the idea exciting.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “Yeah, I know,” I managed to say before another orgasm stole my breath. I enjoyed the sensation until it passed, then fell off my mate and spread my thighs enticingly. “It’s time. I want to feel you swell inside of me,” I told him. Yeager didn’t waste a moment climbing over me and impaling me again. I came instantly, clutching at his arms as he pounded away at my body, sending shudders through my flesh. “One more,” I asked of him and he obliged.

  “Wuss,” he teased. I didn’t really hear as one last, earth shattering climax ripped through me. I arched as my scream caught in my throat. Then Yeager unleashed inside of me. I felt his warm seed fill me and then spill from me. I finally shrieked as he growled and took his pleasure from me. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pulled him to me, kissing him desperately.

  Then he was spent but inside he swelled, his knot keeping him from leaving me. I held his attention with my lips, our tongues dancing. There we stayed, gasping for breath between kisses and sweating like animals. “Holy shit, I swear it gets better every time,” I finally uttered.

  “Yeah?” Yeager asked.

  “Yeah!” I replied. He laughed.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he said.

  “Uh oh,” I teased.

  “Why can’t we do this as wolves?” he posed. I was taken aback but intrigued.

  “I don’t know. We can, can’t we?” I replied.

  “Want to find out?” he asked.

  “You’re a dirty fucker, you know that?” I told him.

  “Says the woman that likes my doggie dick,” he shot back.

  “Says the man that likes my tail,” I countered. We both laughed. “Can you get it up again?” I wondered.

  “Let me follow you around the desert for a while, staring at that tail and sniffing your butt. That will probably do it,” he said. The mental picture had me laughing so hard it hurt.

  “Ouch, don’t make me laugh,” I complained, my ribs still tender. Then I craned my neck and kissed Yeager again. “You can sniff my butt anytime,” I said playfully.

  “Does that go both ways?” Yeager asked me.

  “Maybe. Let’s go see what wolf sex is like and find out,” I told him. Yeager didn’t let me get the words out before he was a wolf sitting between my thighs, tongue lolling out. “Maybe we could do it like...,” I began but thought better. “Nah, one step at a time, right boy?” I said and shifted myself. We trotted off into the night in search of...well, none of your business frankly. Wolves need to have their secrets, don’t we?

  ~~O~~

  I gave birth about eight months later to a healthy baby boy. We named him Murphy after our mutual friend. He was a shifter like his daddy and so was our daughter, who I named after my mom. Two young cubs, as we called them, were a real handful but we managed. Honestly, they were the best thing that ever happened to me except for the day that the older, long haired biker told me he was a wolf.

  We eventually built a house and settled down on some land outside of St. George, Utah. I fell in love with that area on our travels. Maybe it was the situation we faced when we were there but that place held special memories. It was the place we found solace during our trials with Lady Violet. Edie and Agnes followed us and they lived nearby with their kids, twin girls they adopted from the ranch before they left. We had quite a pack going between the eight of us, seven shifters and one human, Edie.

  Back in Colorado, Amp and Ginnie helped build a real home for those shifters and their families that wanted to stay. It was nothing like Wolfsbane. Cassie’s, as it was known, was a happy place. They schooled their kids there, grew crops and enjoyed being a part of something bigger than themselves. That’s what Violet promised but Amp and Ginnie were delivering on it. They took on a leadership role but never dictated or forced anyone to do anything. It was a place where a shifter could be a shifter.

  Sprocket had yet to find a mate but he wasn’t giving up. He was content living at the Ranch and exploring the Rockies with his friend, Amp, in their Jeeps. Some of the others caught the off-road bug too and the last time we visited no less than a dozen Jeeps adorned the place. For me, wherever Yeager and my cubs went I considered home but the ranch had become a second home of sorts. The memories of my time there and of Lady Violet were slowly being erased by newer, happier ones. Besides, it was just a place. It was the people that made it special.

  Murphy, well he showed up now and again but mostly he chose to be alone, as did many of the others that left the ranch. Some we never saw again. Others would make contact, in person or otherwise, now and again. Most were doing well, living as they saw fit. One young couple, a male shifter and his human wife, even came out to their families. As you might expect, they didn’t believe him until he shifted. We’ve heard they’ve since calmed down and accepted him for who and what he is. Good thing, they have three sons that can all shift as well.

  One night several years after the events at Wolfsbane Ranch Yeager and I, as was our custom, had taken our cubs out for a run and then put them to bed. Once they were asleep, something they both did readily after a hard run, Yeager and I slipped out for some mama and daddy shifter time, if you know what I mean. We didn’t make it a hundred yards before I stopped. Yeager turned as he slowed wondering what was up but then he smelled it too. The scent was so strangely familiar, I shifted back into a woman and Yeager followed suit.

  “What the hell was that?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. It reminds me of...,” Yeager began to say but cut himself short as we both looked back at our house. We didn’t bother to shift as we both ran back to our home. Seconds later, we saw it but neither of us could believe our eyes. A black wolf sat on our porch and next to it was another wolf with eyes I’d seen before. It was gray, thin and a bit rough around the edges.

  “What in the fuck?” I exclaimed. The other wolf, the scrawny gray, approached. I didn’t know what to do or say as the wolf changed form. There Edie was standing before me, naked.

  “Surprise!” she said. I took a step back and then found one of the Adirondacks chairs on the deck and sat down. “Cassie?” Edie asked as Agnes shifted as well. They came to my side, kneeling, and Edie took my hand. I was a bit overwhelmed.

  “How the hell did...when...that is so freaking cool. You’re a wolf!” I exclaimed.

  “No really, how did you do that?” Yeager asked, just as surprised as I was but taking it standing up.

  “Practice,” Agnes answered.

  “Practice?” I replied incredulously.

  “Yeah. Agnes knew how badly I wanted to be like you guys so she started telling me how she did it. More how it felt to change. We’ve been at it for a long time. I sprouted a tail last week and earlier tonight, I finally managed to change. Hurts like a mother fucker,” Edie told me. I looked at Yeager and he just shook his head and shrugged. But then I remembered how I did it back in the Sierra’s when Yeager needed me.

  I willed myself to shift. I concentrated and I found what I was sure was some sort of memory. It wasn’t mine, maybe some kind of residual, some shred of our past. Or maybe it wasn’t a memory at all. Maybe I just did it because I needed to. Maybe I believed enough that it just happened. I considered that and then finished the thought out loud. “Maybe w
e’re all shifters but most of us just don’t know it,” I announced.

  “Maybe, who knows? We we’re wondering if you guys wanted to join us for a run,” Edie said.

  “Huh? Um...I guess,” I replied, still a bit perplexed, and then looked at Yeager.

  “You guys know what we do out there, right?” he asked the girls.

  “We know you have sex. I’ve caught you guys enough times,” Edie said and then sheepishly she added, “I just have always wanted to run with you guys. Please?”

  “Well, now that you mention it...,” Yeager said. Oh God. I never should have indulged his fantasies the night we heard the girls making love in the old motorhome. It’s all he talked about now. Men!

  “Down, boy. We’re just running. No girl on girl stuff,” I admonished him.

  “A guy can hope, can’t he?” Yeager replied. The girls both laughed and I couldn’t help joining in.

  “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, girls. Let’s show this dog how we bitches get shit done,” I said. Edie hopped up excitedly as I shifted. She and Agnes joined me. And they ran off towards the empty lands beyond our property. I stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back giving Yeager that, “Are you coming or not?” look.

  “You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked.

  I just stared at him giving Yeager that, “I have no idea,” look.

  “Yeah me either. I guess we just go with it, right?” he replied. I cocked my head as he shifted and joined me. We ran off together after the girls. Even as a wolf, I didn’t know what it meant and honestly, I didn’t care. Suddenly, everything was perfect, just as it should be, at least in my little world. I let it go and put my nose to the ground. Tonight, I was going to eat a stupid rabbit, howl at the moon with my best friend, her mate and mine, make love to my man in the desert and then watch the sun rise as I drank coffee on my deck. Perfect!

  ~~O~~

  For more biker goodness, sans the fur, keep going for your bonus novel, Softail Curves. One of the first biker romances to hit the scene back in 2012, Softail Curves started as a series of novellas. If you haven’t read it, see for yourself one of the books that started a whole romance genre. If you have read Softail Curves, I bet it’s been a long time and it’s worth a re-read. Enjoy!

  D. H. Cameron Presents

  Softail Curves: The Novel

  A Big Girls & Bad Boys Novel

  >>O<<

  Act I

  “Oh my lord, you have to be kidding,” Becky said and I followed her gaze. It was Saturday night and Becky and I were out drinking and hoping to meet Mr. Right, or at least Mr. Right Now. So far, we were striking out and it looked as if that trend would continue as I located the guy Becky had spotted heading our way. Was this guy for real?

  As Mr. American Chopper approached, I saw Becky roll her eyes. He looked like he just walked off the set of Easy Rider, wearing an American flag bandana that held his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. The cliché didn’t stop there, however. He wore a black t-shirt with a half-naked girl on a chopper emblazoned on the front, blue jeans under leather chaps and scuffed leather boots. A heavy chain draped from his fat leather belt to his back pocket, keeping his wallet safe I suppose. Tattoos, mostly of motorcycles, skulls and naked women, covered his arms. However, it was his eyes that caught my attention.

  Sure, he was a walking stereotype but his blue eyes told me there was more to this guy than his look might suggest. For a moment, I wondered if he was a real biker or an orthodontist playing dress up for the weekend but something told me this guy was the real deal. He sauntered up to our table, looked Becky up and down then turned to me. His eyes swept up and down my curvy body hungrily. Apparently, deciding I was his preferred target, he turned his back to Becky.

  “What’s your name?” he asked. I glanced at Becky and she was scowling at this guy, obviously not happy at being ignored even though I was sure she would have shut him down in any case.

  “Shauna,” I said dismissively. He looked me over again and I suddenly felt self-conscience. I was out hoping to attract the opposite sex and dressed for it. My sleeveless white dress left my ample cleavage and thighs exposed. The dress flattered my round, curvy body but I still didn’t like it when a guy looked too closely. And this guy was all but undressing me with his eyes.

  “My brothers call me Dutch but you can call me daddy,” he said. I wanted to laugh but he was completely serious and the edge to his voice told me he meant it. Behind him, Becky laughed.

  “Oh my lord! Really?” she said but Dutch only ignored her. He was making me uncomfortable but not in a scary way. It was the way my body reacted to his words that frightened me. My breathing quickened, I felt hot suddenly and my pussy tingled. This guy wasn’t even close to being my type but my body begged to differ.

  “I’m not really interested, Dutch,” I said gently, hoping he would take the hint and leave. I should have known better.

  “Yes, you are. I can see it. I can smell it on you. I’ll be over there when you figure that out,” he said and walked away. I watched him go, his tight ass, wrapped in that old denim, begging me to dig my nails into his flesh. I shook my head and looked at Becky.

  “What a creep!” she said and cringed dramatically. I nodded in agreement. I guess he was creepy. However, if he was, why was I so turned on? Why was I suddenly imagining him pounding me senseless as his hands dug into my lush curves? I shook the image from my head and decided, yes, he was a creep. I almost believed it too.

  “Did you see how he raped us with his eyes?” I said trying to convince Becky I was as disgusted as she was, or was I trying to convince myself?

  “No kidding. I need a shower,” Becky joked and I laughed. I slammed the rest of my white wine to calm myself and asked Becky if she wanted another. I already knew the answer. I stood and grabbed her empty glass before she even answered. “Of course,” she told me.

  “I’ll go get us refills, you watch the table,” I told Becky. The club was crowded and tables were at a premium. This wasn’t a biker bar and I wondered what Dutch and his friends were doing here. They didn’t fit in but they didn’t seem to care.

  “OK, I’ll keep an eye on you to make sure Peter Fonda Jr. doesn’t attack you,” Becky said and I laughed but I think she was serious.

  “He’s harmless,” I said but I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t think he was dangerous but I doubted he was harmless.

  “Yeah, right,” Becky replied. I rolled my eyes at her and went to the bar picking my way through the dense crowd. I set the empty wine glasses on the bar and attempted to look needy. I’d have showed off my deep cleavage, but two of the bartenders were women and the third was likely gay. Too bad, even though I was big, guys seemed to forget about it when they saw my generous boobs. Suddenly, one of the bartenders set a glass of white wine in front of me without me having to ask. I wondered why she only brought one.

  “From the gentleman over there,” she said and I turned in the direction she pointed expecting to see the biker that called himself Dutch, but he wasn’t there. I looked around and was startled to find Dutch standing right behind me. I wondered how he got past Becky but her attention was already somewhere else. Some bodyguard she was.

  “You bought these?” I asked.

  “I did,” Dutch told me.

  “Well, thanks. I have to get back though,” I said hoping to avoid a long conversation, or rather avoid facing the way this guy made me feel.

  “Looks like your friend is occupied. Why don’t you come over and sit with me?” Dutch said nodding towards Becky. Sure enough, two young guys in hoodies and skinny jeans were chatting her up. Great!

  “Look, I appreciate the drinks but I’m really not interested. Nothing personal, I’m just not into bikers,” I told Dutch hoping he’d get the message. On the other hand, maybe I was hoping I’d get the message. Either way, it didn’t work. Dutch put his hands on my broad hips and leaned close.

  “Bullshit,” was all he said but he didn’t back away. I swallowed h
ard and I couldn’t hold his gaze. I looked away, but a finger slipped under my chin and he forced me to look him in the eyes. Damn, why did his eyes have to be so sexy?

  “Look, what do you want?” I asked.

  “I want you naked. I want you’re voluptuous body rippling with every thrust. I want to hear you cry out and call me daddy. I think you know what I want. More importantly, I think you want it too,” Dutch told me. He held my gaze and I couldn’t look away this time. A small battle raged in my head. Part of me was ready to submit to this biker and let him fuck me silly. However, another part was shocked and offended at his words. That part of me won the day.

  I reached out and grabbed a glass of wine from the bar meaning to throw it in Dutch’s face but his hand seized mine and stopped me. The hand on my hips slipped lower and he grabbed my round ass as his tongue invaded my mouth. I struggled for a moment but as his tongue explored my mouth, I gave in. I let Dutch kiss me. The hand that held my wrist slid up my arm and cupped my breast. My God, was he going to take me right there?