Carpathian Wolf: A BBW Wolf-Shifter Romance (Shift Your Fate Book 0.5)

by Cara Wylde

  Amber looked at Rebecca, her sea-blue eyes wide, and her mind taking in what the blonde had just said.

  “You… you might be right,” she muttered.

  Becca opened her mouth to better explain her reasoning, but was interrupted by the huge shadow of someone who had just decided to stop by their table. At first, she thought it was the waiter, but when her chocolate eyes met Emil’s dark green ones, Becca’s breath hitched.

  “You…”

  Emil smiled sheepishly. “Hi.”

  “So, you came to say goodbye? I hope you’ll have a nice trip.”

  Amber looked from Becca to the tall, incredibly handsome man, then back to Becca. She had no idea who the guy was, but she guessed her new friend had a good reason for not mentioning him.

  “Actually, I came to tell you I’ve decided to stay one more week.”

  “Oh?”

  “I want to take care of selling the inn and the tour company myself. My assistant is great and everything, but I just want to make sure the business is in good hands.”

  “Is that the only reason?”

  Emil rubbed the back of his neck. “And I still have to show you the rest of Segesvar.”

  As hard as she tried, Rebecca couldn’t hide her satisfied grin.

  ***

  Emil had tried to leave Segesvar and Rebecca behind. He had really tried. The night before, when he had left her at the restaurant, hurt and baffled, he had gone for a long run, then back to the inn to pack the rest of his things. He had had a car waiting for him early to take him to the train station, a train ticket and a booked flight. For the second time, he had canceled everything for Rebecca’s sake. He couldn’t leave. He wanted to, but he couldn’t.

  The night before, after tossing and turning for what had seemed like forever, Emil had given up trying to sleep and gone to Rebecca’s door. No, he had had no intention of waking her up. Instead, he had pressed his forehead against her door and focused all his wolf senses on her, on the soft sound of her breathing and the delicious scent of her skin and hair. He couldn’t leave. He knew she would be in Segesvar one more week, and he knew that as long as she was so close within his reach, he’d be unable to do anything, unable to follow his plan. She would have to be the first to leave.

  After Rebecca introduced him to Amber, they chatted for a bit then Ava told her mother she was bored and wanted to go back to their room. Becca and Amber exchanged phone numbers and e-mails and decided to have breakfast together the next day, then Emil captured Becca’s time and interest completely. They had the whole day for themselves, and they were determined to take advantage of every second. They had lunch and dinner together, and this time they ended up in Emil’s room, which was on the last floor of the inn, overlooking the Church on the Hill and the Old School.

  “Oh…” Becca looked around the room. It wasn’t much different from her own.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I guess I was just expecting something… bigger.” A smirk tugged at her lips. She gave him a once over as she said the last word.

  He smiled. “Well… it’s not my permanent residence.” He stepped closer to her, and she backed away until her calves hit the edge of his bed. “Come here…”

  Rebecca took her time to admire the gorgeous man walking towards her. She had no intention to resist him, but she loved teasing him. When his big hands grabbed her hips possessively, Becca placed her palms on his chest and her fingers trembled at the feel of his strong muscles. He leaned in and she rose on her toes to meet him half way. Emil’s tongue parted her lips, and she opened them with a sigh, her body melting in his scorching embrace. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with passion Rebecca hadn’t felt in years. Butterflies flapped their tiny wings inside her stomach, and when Emil pressed his whole body up against hers, her knees almost gave in. He was hard in all the right places.

  Emil squeezed her ass, appreciating its inviting softness. She was so soft and flexible, so sexy and feminine. Under his big, calloused hands, her body felt like a ripe fruit waiting to be consumed with gusto. He started peeling her clothes off, and she helped him. Soon, she only had her bra and panties on, and he took a step back to admire her figure.

  “My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice heavy with lust.

  Rebecca saw his green eyes turn a shade darker, and she was almost sure she heard a low growl coming from deep in his throat. She shook her head and tried to focus on what they were doing. Finally, this godlike man would let her touch and caress his body, rub his taut muscles, run her hands down that perfect chest and six-pack abs until she reached her prize: the glorious erection she had felt against her stomach just a few minutes ago. Her pussy throbbed at the sole thought of having that long and thick rod inside her.

  “You’re not bad yourself,” she said, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his jeans.

  Emil liked the way she was looking at him. One thing he loved about her was how bold she was. Rebecca was definitely a woman who knew what she wanted and who wasn’t afraid or ashamed to get it. On her own terms. He wondered if he’d be the same after this night. He wondered if he’d ever be able to leave. He wondered if he wasn’t making the biggest mistake of his life. There was no turning back now. His wolf had made it impossible for him to leave, so he only hoped one night with Rebecca would quench the beast’s thirst and calm him down. He had lost control of his wolf the second he had met her, and now the beast would only recognize her authority.

  Becca pulled at his T-shirt, and he lifted it over his head and threw it on the floor. The rest of his clothes followed, and he stood naked before her. She bit her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. The mere sight of his breathtaking body, of his large muscles and engorged cock almost made her come right on the spot. Her nipples hardened and her pussy released a new wave of juices.

  Emil could smell her arousal. His nose caught the rich scent of her nectar and he squeezed his fists at his sides to keep himself from pouncing on her, ripping her panties and burying his head between her generous thighs. He wanted to see her naked, but when he reached for her bra, Becca slapped his hand away and shook her head.

  “Oh no, big boy. I intend to punish you for leaving me hanging last night.” Her hands started exploring his chest, and then she stepped closer so she could follow the path of her fingers with her lips and tongue. She moaned at the salty taste of his skin. “We’re doing things my way, which means you’re going to stand here and take it. You’re not allowed to touch me or come until I say so. Understood?”

  His wolf growled and Emil struggled to keep the animal in check. He knew Becca noticed because she suddenly stopped licking his chest. He cursed the beast for being too impatient, but managed to smile down at her and nod. He couldn’t trust his voice to speak. Her body, her powerful scent, and her soft touches and licks were driving him insane. His mating instinct was threatening to ruin the moment, urging him to turn her around, bend her over the edge of the bed and thrust himself deep inside her tight passage.

  Rebecca furrowed her brows at the weird vibrations which seemed to come from within his chest, but went back to what she was doing. She had already reached his tight abs, and her nose had caught the maddening scent of his manhood. Pre-cum was dripping off the round, dark pink head, and her tongue darted out to taste it.

  “Mmm… I’m going to enjoy this,” she said before closing her lips around his cock.

  “Becca…” he moaned. He grabbed the back of her head, not sure if he wanted to encourage her, or to push her away. He was sure however, he couldn’t last long.

  “Who said you could touch me?” She looked up at him, an eyebrow cocked in utter disapproval.

  Emil clenched his jaw and let go of her blonde hair.

  “Good boy. Now let me enjoy my treat. I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

  He couldn’t believe this woman was talking to him like that. He had been with many women, but none had had the courage and the confidence to order him a
round and take control of the sexual encounter. All of them had been submissive, pliable under his strong hands. His presence had always overwhelmed them. Apparently, this was not the case with Rebecca. If she wanted to suck his cock, she was going to do it and he had no say in it. His wolf let out a long howl that made his ears ring, and he would have howled again if Becca’s expert mouth wouldn’t have forced him into submission.

  With one hand, she massaged his balls, while with the other she kept the glorious cock in place, perfectly aligned with her mouth and throat. Emil was bigger than any man she had been with, but she knew she could deep throat him if she relaxed her whole body. She loved how the swollen head rubbed against the back of her throat. Her jaw started to hurt, but she didn’t care. She bobbed her head up and down, the tip of her tongue pushing against the tiny slit of the head every time, hungry for more of the delicious, translucent liquid. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to finish in her mouth or inside her pussy. Her walls clenched with desire, and her decision was made.

  “Rebecca… you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me…”

  Except that she did. She let his cock slip out of her mouth and rubbed it with both her hands, her eyes drinking in the sheer size of it. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispered.

  She stood up and unhooked her bra. She loved the expression on Emil’s face when her round, heavy breasts bounced free, the hard nipples pointing at him. She rolled her tiny panties down her legs and made a show of dropping them to the floor. Then, still facing him, she climbed on the bed. He followed her, but when he knelt above her, she shoved her foot in the middle of his chest.

  “I didn’t say you could touch me.”

  His wolf growled louder and Emil felt his whole body tremble.

  “What was that?” Her eyes grew wide with confusion.

  He cleared his throat. “What? I… I didn’t hear anything…”

  “Hmm…” She furrowed her brows again, but didn’t remove her foot from his chest. “It sounded like a purr.”

  “A purr?!” His wolf didn’t like that, he could tell. However, Becca’s conclusion amused him. He had to keep himself in check, or he risked losing control of the beast and that could end pretty badly. He hadn’t turned involuntarily in years, but this goddess of a woman seemed to be able to bring out both the best and the worst in him.

  When he pushed against her foot, she remembered what she was about to do.

  “Stay right there. And watch.”

  He complied and she removed her foot. However, when she spread her legs and parted her folds with two fingers, he had to squeeze the sheets to hold himself and his beast back. Oh, he loved her little game. He loved how her lust and power matched his, but there was no way he could unleash what was inside him and take her as hard as he wanted. She’d have to know about his true nature first.

  She dipped one finger inside herself, her eyes fixed on his face. “Like what you see?”

  “Becca…”

  Her finger moved up to her clit, spreading the creamy juices and making the path from her entrance to the hard nub even more slippery. She circled the bundle of nerves a couple of times and moaned in pleasure.

  “Becca…”

  “You want to lick me, don’t you?”

  “Yes…” He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips to moisten them. He felt like he hadn’t drunk in ages.

  “Hmm… I don’t know…” She raised her hips and rolled them, giving him the best view of what he wanted so badly.

  The scent was driving him insane. His cock was dripping with pre-cum and his balls had started to hurt, the pain spreading to his abdomen. If he didn’t come soon, his wolf would simply burst out of his skin. That was why he hadn’t wanted to sleep with her. That was why he had tried to stay away from her. The power this woman had on him was frightening.

  She laughed. “Okay… I’ve teased you enough.” She removed her hand to give him complete access. “You may lick me clean…”

  Emil moved at an unnatural speed, but his tongue on her clit made Becca forget everything that was weird and just a bit out of place about the whole thing. He was unlike any other man she had been with, that was all. She let out a long moan when his tongue dived inside her passage, and her hands flew to his head. Her fingers fisted his hair. She moved her hips on his face, guiding him, letting him know what she liked.

  He licked her pussy lips, sighed at the divine taste, then moved the tip of his tongue to her hard clit and started drawing small, quick circles around it. He could tell she was close, as she moaned louder and tensed her stomach.

  “Oh yes… right there… faster…” Her toes curled when the tension which had been building in that sensitive bundle of nerves suddenly burst in waves of pleasure that spread all over her body, turning her vision white. She trembled and arched her back, letting out a long moan, and then relaxed gradually as Emil kept stroking her clit lightly, teasingly.

  He looked up at her and smiled when he saw her chest rising and falling rapidly. Now that she wasn’t paying attention, he could finally explore her body. He climbed up and captured a nipple between his lips as his hand started kneading her other breast. He loved how her rich flesh filled his hand. She had a body he could thoroughly enjoy. He still had to be careful not to hurt her with his werewolf strength, but he knew she wouldn’t break that easily.

  She reached between them and took hold of his gorgeous cock. Following her lead, he positioned himself between her legs and caught her mouth in a passionate kiss as she guided him to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, grunting at how tight she was.

  “Oh my… you’re big,” she whispered. She raised her hips and impaled herself, seeing as he was reluctant. “I like it hard, so don’t hold back.”

  He kissed her nose sweetly, but didn’t answer her. As much as he wanted, he couldn’t do that, or she’d immediately tell there was something wrong with him. He didn’t want her to push him away and run in fear. He buried himself to the hilt, enjoying the way her slippery walls clenched and unclenched around him. She was ready to milk him dry, and he was more than ready to explode inside her. He closed his eyes for a second and focused on controlling his body. When he opened them, he lost himself in Becca’s chocolate orbs.

  “You’re so amazing… How was I so lucky to meet you?”

  She chuckled and rolled her hips. “Oh, this feels so good.” Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled him closer to her so she could whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Emil.”

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled out until only the tip was stretching her entrance then plunged in. He did it again and again, increasing the pace, burying his face deeper in her neck and hair. Her body felt so good. Her breasts were so soft against his chest, her long legs held his hips so tightly, her pussy was so wet and flexible.

  “Harder… please fuck me harder,” she whispered.

  He did thrust faster, but he was careful to hold himself back. His orgasm was building, his cock swelling even more inside her, filling her perfectly. She dropped her feet back on the mattress and propped herself on her heels so she could move her hips and meet his thrusts. Her sharp nails dug into his back.

  “Come on, Emil… harder. Give it to me harder, baby. I can take it.”

  His wolf growled and stirred inside his chest. The beast wanted to fuck her with all his force, but he couldn’t let that happen. That meant moving at his unnatural, wolf speed, and while he was almost sure her body could resist his assault, he couldn’t do that and risk scaring her away. His right hand reached between their bodies and found her throbbing clit. She threw her head back and screamed his name, coming hard around his cock, her tight pussy throwing him over the edge.

  “Oh yes… harder… please… Don’t stop…” She scratched his back mercilessly and clenched her walls around him, loving the way the swollen head twitched and shot long streams of seed inside her cavern.

  His rhythm became erratic as he filled her. He bit down on her neck, not har
d enough to pierce the skin and draw blood, but enough to let her know she was his. At least for now, Rebecca was his.

  When it was all over, they stayed like that for long minutes, Emil on top of her. Becca’s breathing was coming back to normal, and just as she wanted to tell him to roll off her because he had become too heavy, she felt his cock grow inside her again. She clenched her pussy walls just to check if she was right and smiled at her incredible discovery.

  “I can’t believe it! You’re ready to go again…”

  Emil furrowed his brows and pulled out slowly.

  “Noooo….” She whined. “Let’s go again…”

  “I can’t.”

  She lifted herself on her elbows and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He had her back turned to her. He flinched when she touched his shoulder, and he was immediately sorry, but he couldn’t help it. Now that he had had her body, his wolf was even more restless, and he had no idea why. His cock was just as hard as before, and his wolf was howling in his head, pushing him towards her, urging him to take her again and again, until she wouldn’t be able to move.

  “Emil?”

  He heard the hurt and confusion in her voice, but there was no way he could look at her. If she touched him again, his wolf would crawl his way out of his body, and then everything would be over. She couldn’t be his mate. No matter how loud his beast growled and howled, Becca couldn’t be his mate. She didn’t believe in the supernatural, she had taken his stories as simple legends, as jokes. And he didn’t need a mate. Not now. Having a mate would only complicate things. He stood up and grabbed his clothes off the floor, all the while keeping his back to her.