Her Shifter Soldier (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Jackie Sexton

  “So, what is it?” Jessie asked me impatiently as I pulled a spare key from below the doormat.

  “You’ll see,” I replied, opening the door and motioning for her to go inside. “After you.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me playfully, but the flicker of her cherry red lips burned something inside of me, kindling a delicious, unstoppable fire. I snatched my fingers around her face and kissed her fiercely, stopping her in her tracks.

  “Jeez,” she sighed breathily.

  “Don’t be too cheeky with me,” I warned. “I don’t know how much of it I can stand.”

  She went red as a tomato and hurried inside. Watching the round plush of her behind beneath that form-fitting dress, I wanted more than anything to take her into my arms and claim her as my mate.

  She went to my old room instinctively, and once inside I closed the door behind us. She sat down on the gray bedspread and waited expectantly. I winked at her and then pulled a small box that was nestled in the top drawer of my dresser.

  I brought my hands over my mouth as Dalton turned around to face me with that little, telltale box in his hands. He smirked at my reaction, but I knew he was nervous—he had to be. He knelt down before me on one knee and raised the box up like an offering.

  “I have got to be dreaming,” I murmured, and he laughed.

  “Jessie, I bought this ring when I turned eighteen. I knew it would be a while before you said ‘yes,’ but I figured it gave me enough time to pay it off. Lucky for me, I was right,” he opened the box and I gasped.

  The ring was beautiful. It glittered in the dull room and the rock was simply huge. I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes, but I couldn’t care.

  Never in a million years would I have guessed that he loved me this much.

  “You make me smile, Jessie. You make each day at war an adventure. There are things I had to hide from you about what I do, but now that you know my biggest secret, I hope that everyday I can reveal more to you. So that we can really become one. I want to raise children with you, to buy you a home. To help you cut out Pilgrim costumes for kindergarteners.”

  I choked out a laugh.

  “I mean it Jessica Fields. Please, you already are my everything. Let’s make it official. Be my wife.”

  I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close, allowing the tears to run freely down my face.

  “Yes. A million times yes.”

  His warm embrace calmed everything in me that had been full of fear, had anticipated so much loss. I was finally home, and I never even realized that I was away.

  “I’m not renewing,” he murmured into my ear. I pulled away to look at him.

  “What?”

  “I’m done. Two more years and I’m not going back. I did my time, Jessie. But I didn’t want to tell you. I was afraid you’d lead me on for two years and then get cold feet.”

  I pulled the box from his hand and proudly stuffed the ring onto my finger, breaking with tradition to show my enthusiasm. “I would never.”

  His smile grew so big I thought it’d break his face. Then he kissed me and the whole world stopped spinning. I was vaguely aware of being lifted back up onto the bed but was too consumed with the heat of our passion to notice.

  I feverishly ran my hands up his back, searching beneath the light cotton of his shirt to feel the wide expanse of his back. Then like a wild beast I pulled at the shirt, clawing it off of him to reveal a perfectly contoured torso. I groaned at the sight of his wide, hard chest, at the deep grooves of his abdomen. I already knew how gorgeous he was, but seeing it in this light, with his body poised over me, made it that much more delectable.

  “I need to see you too,” he purred huskily, and I melted. His hands moved south beneath the skirt of my dress, finding the width of my thighs. As shy as I had been with my body my whole adult life I trusted him, wanted to give him everything I had: mind, body, and soul.

  “I love you,” he whispered as he brought the skirt up over my hips, shooting me a lusty glance before dropping himself onto my mound. I felt him kiss my clit through my damp panties and I moaned, arching my back into the soft give of the mattress. He inched my panties off with the pads of his fingers, pulling them down my thighs and the length of my legs.

  I waited, holding my breath as he moved his head back between my thighs, priming me with his fingers as he traced them over the shape of my vulva. Then he kissed the bare sensitive skin of my clit, wrapping his lips around it and pulling away, teasing me with alternating short and long strokes. I cried out in ecstasy—it was lucky we were alone, because there was no way I could truly hold back.

  Her body was heaven to me: full-figured and thick, spiraling in and out of control into a perfect silhouette of a woman. Just tasting her was perfection, feeling her in my mouth. The imprint was growing, building inside of me and taking hold.

  I pushed my hands into her plush thighs, probing my tongue around her sweetness and then lower into her dripping chasm, finding her pleasure as I licked back up to her clitoris. I could hear her gasp, hear her losing control.

  Then she came. I knew it by how her body went rigid and then thrashed ever so slightly, but the gasping desperation of her breath was anything but subtle. She was mine, and in that first crest of pleasure I had her. I had lust anchored in my core, a yearning that would need her forever.

  I could feel her soul within me. She was my mate.

  I came so hard that I had to wrap my legs around Dalton’s head to keep from disappearing into the mattress, down into the depths of the earth. Every moment we were sharing together was steadily becoming less human. We were in another world. The depth of our experience was so much that I couldn’t pretend it was anything otherwise.

  Dalton moved his kisses up my mound and navel, growling lowly when my dress caught at my waist. He jerked me up impatiently, wrapping his arms around my back to find my zipper.

  “Jessie,” he murmured gruffly, “I want you.”

  I shattered at his words and gripped onto his thick, sandy hair, holding on for dear life. He brought the cool metal zipper down my back, then scooted his hands back under my skirt and lifted the dress over my head.

  He just as deftly undid my bra clasp, pulling the beige strands over my arms and tossing the garment across the room. I was bared before him, completely naked. His stare was hungry; I could feel every inch of my pale body tightening beneath his gaze.

  “You’re a goddess,” he murmured. I was giddy and drunk off his praise. I eagerly kissed him, and he probed his tongue against the seam of my lips, prying for more.

  I gave into his mouth, relishing the heat between us. It was everything I dreamed of when I awoke in the middle of a night, full of a desperate desire. He brought his hands up my thighs to my large breasts, cupping them in his callused hands. My nipples pebbled beneath his touch, pressing back into the center of his palms.

  I was breathless, caught between the maniac beating of my heart and his wicked touch.

  She felt divine, and God, her breasts. Ever since I told her I loved her when I was eighteen I abstained from having sex with any women. But every once in a while I’d get caught in a compromising situation with a pretty young thing. Yet never in all my life had I touched breasts like these, seen a body like hers.

  It was even better than I had imagined. And I imagined it a lot.

  I wanted her so badly, and cradled into each others arms I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of her, to make my biggest dream come true.

  “Do it,” she gasped as if reading my mind. “Just take me. Make me come.”

  The sight of her voluptuous body writhing beneath my grasp was enough to make me do it alone. But her yearning plea was what really did me in. I pressed my hands forcefully into her shoulders, shifting my weight so that I urged us horizontally on the bed. She was so flushed, so ready, and it was all I could do to keep from bursting just looking at her.

  “Jessica,” I groaned before situating my cock against her
clit, rubbing it up and down, sure she was still sore from the come down. She writhed helplessly, and her face told me she wasn’t sure herself if it was too much or not.

  “Please,” she huffed, her dark lashes fluttering. I notched myself into her sex and then lunged, gripping my fingers into the perfect swell of her ass as I finally took what was always mine.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as I allowed the pleasure of his pumping erection to take hold of me, rocking my aching core and creating new rhythms in my body. I moaned over and over, each thrust creating new ripples of pleasure that I just couldn’t contain.

  “When you moan I get so hard,” he breathed lustily into my ear, speeding up the tempo of his pounding cock. I gasped at his dirty talk, lifting my hips to take in more of him, yearning for every inch of his turgid manhood.

  “Well, looking at you makes me wet enough to come,” I replied, opening my eyes to take in every inch of his perfect countenance. He didn’t look so calm just then, but rather wild and savage like a beast. His golden hair, the menacing shadow of his eyes...he was a lion. I shivered at the realization that the beast I had seen earlier was now the man inside of me.

  “You’re mine,” he growled. I couldn’t think straight, the dizzying need to come again the only thing that consumed me.

  “I’m yours,” I responded. “I’m c-completely yours.”

  I was losing it all over again, and I couldn’t help that my eyes were fluttering closed.

  “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did, crying out as he increased his speed, ramming into me so hard that the headboard behind us smacked into the wall. I felt like the whole house was rattling with our passion.

  “I love you,” he said, and lightening struck through my core, bringing me to unexpected orgasm.

  “I’m coming!” I cried out, my eyes stinging with tears. For a moment I couldn’t recall who or where I was. I was completely lost in the moment of abandon.

  Dalton caught my mouth in a kiss, moving slowly again as his hands roamed the curves of my body. My chasm rippled around him as I came down, and I was made aware of the hot perspiration on the back of my neck.

  “We’re not done yet,” he murmured, kissing my neck and moving down to the hollow beneath my chin. “You’re in for a long night.”

  Epilogue

  Everyone I know says that weddings are stressful, but I couldn’t feel like that was further from the truth. In my long white gown, the one I had inherited from my mother (and altered so that my cleavage showed a bit—hey, I know what Dalton likes), I felt like a true princess, ready to greet her Prince Charming.

  I turned to my father as we stood behind the set of heavy doors. He smiled at me warmly and my stomach burst with anxious butterflies.

  Everyday until this day was a whirlwind of excitement; we had to get ready for the wedding so fast, before Dalton left again. We somehow managed to plan the whole affair with only two days to spare.

  Which was enough for a honeymoon if you spent the whole thing in a bedroom. Which of course, we fully intended to do.

  The two ushers, my little cousins Nick and Jeffrey, opened the doors for the small train of people to walk through. Dalton’s sister, my cousin, and Shannon in a whirl of gorgeous dresses they unbelievably pulled out of their closets. Dalton’s brothers and his best friend, Tim, accompanied them, looking dazzling in dark, neatly pressed suits.

  Finally, it was our turn. My father squeezed my hand before linking my arm into his and setting off for the stretch between the church pews. I lifted my gaze upwards and could see no one but him, perfect as ever in his midnight black suit, his hazel eyes gleaming with pride and tenderness.

  I saw her and it was like I was seeing an angel for the first time. In a world filled with darkness, which I had seen firsthand far too many times to count, I was permitted suddenly to see the light, to see what all that suffering was really for.

  It is for those fleeting moments in which we can live to express our love. It’s for the most beautiful woman in world moving towards me, a world of perfection in a long, white dress.

  She is purity and love incarnate. I knew then, as I now remind myself frequently, that I am the luckiest man alive.

  She came to stand before me, her dark, round eyes brighter than I had ever seen them, and I couldn’t understand a thing the minister was saying. I knew then that she was pregnant. She might not know yet, but the bond between us and my animal instinct told me.

  I beamed at her, teeming with the secret knowledge, and she bashfully dropped her gaze before bringing it back up to me.

  Before I knew what was happening the words “I do,” left my lips, like in a hazy dream. She parroted my vow, tears stinging at her eyes, and she flung her arms around me, the edge of her bouquet tickling my neck.

  All the secrets I carried melded into that kiss. It would be years before I could tell her everything about the things I’d seen, the scars. We had a child to raise and one day, a pride to lead.

  But in that moment we had a kiss, and a glimpse into forever.

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  Jackie

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