Sinfully Naughty Vol. 2 (BBW Shape Shifter & Contemporary Romance): Five scorching tales of naughty alphas and their mates!

by Mina Carter

  He licked and nibbled, feathering his tongue over her in a peculiar non-rhythmic pattern. A pattern that had her tensed in anticipation and on edge, never knowing when the next touch would be. She whimpered and begged, soft words falling from her lips into the silence of the room as her Wraith tortured her with pleasure.

  “God… I’m gonna come.”

  Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the ceiling in shock. Nothing had ever brought her to climax this quickly, not even her private sessions with her best friend concealed in the nightstand. Violently pink and always ready for action with four settings she could count on for a speedy resolution when she needed it. Not quite this quick though. She gasped as he swirled his tongue around her clit again, driving the tightness in her body one step higher.

  Just another touch of the warmth of his mouth over her, and the tension would reach breaking point. She’d shatter into a million pieces and bask in the moonlight of his touch. Her hips pressed against him as she lifted her arms above her head, her body writhing on the bed in sensual abandonment.

  He pulled away.

  “No…” The mournful cry was out before she could stop it. Tori opened her eyes and looked at him. “What are you doing? You can’t leave me like this!”

  His smile was wicked as he crawled up her body. Tori swore under her breath as her arousal kicked up another impossible notch. The bastard knew full well what he was doing to her. He settled over her, rocking his hips to rub his cock against her hot, wet pussy.

  Tori threw her head back against the pillows. She couldn’t do this. Poised just on the edge of her climax, she wanted him to fuck her, drive into her body and just take her, or go back to using his mouth on her and give her the climax he’d teased her with.

  He rocked his hips again and rubbed the thick shaft of his cock all the way from her wet slit to where her clit pulsed with need.

  Tori’s control snapped.

  “Just do it. Fuck me,” she demanded. “Now. Hard.”

  Poised above her, he smiled then leaned down to claim her lips in a tender kiss.

  A soft, gentle kiss that was almost innocent in its delivery. A kiss he used as a counterpoint as he reached down between their bodies to fit himself properly against her. The broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy for a moment, then still kissing her, he drove into her in one powerful thrust.

  Well prepared, Tori didn’t feel any pain, even though he was big…far bigger than her previous lovers. There was just friction and a delicious stretching sensation as her body adjusted to accommodate his. He slid into her up the hilt, his hips meeting hers. When they did, he ground against her, pressing his pelvis into hers. Trapped between them, her clit throbbed in response, a pulse of pleasure going through her so intensely she whimpered as he pulled back.

  The innocent kiss continued as he did the wickedest things to her body. Each hard thrust was accompanied by a mind-blowing roll of his hips until Tori could think of nothing but the man who moved over and within her. The tension within her continued to build. She was certain she would be going up in flames any moment.

  Breaking away from the kiss with a gasp, she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to get that extra bit of sensation as she threw herself, heart and soul, into their lovemaking. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as they strained toward that perfect release she could feel just out of reach. Flames of desire licked her skin as the room filled with the sounds of pleasure, soft gasps and breathless moans Tori didn’t realise at first issued from her own lips.

  They were joined by deep groans of masculine pleasure from her Wraith as he smoothed a hand over her thigh and held it to him. Too lost in her own pleasure, she forgot Wraiths as a whole were normally silent…

  Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. A feral look somewhere between intense need and male triumph cast hard lines in his expression. His movements became stronger, more forceful, as though he’d been holding back before but now couldn’t. A fierce thrill shot through Tori. She’d brought him to this, and as he looked down at her with hard possessiveness in his eyes, she felt a sense of her own feminine power.

  He caught her look, and the dark heat that swirled in his eyes rocked her to the core. He claimed her lips again but not in the innocent kiss he’d teased her with earlier.

  Dimly she realized that earlier he’d been in control, subjecting her to a slick seduction routine, one which bore the hallmarks of much practice. Now, though, he was out of control, subject to the same uncontrollable urges as she was. She liked that, especially liked knowing that he wanted her so much nothing else mattered.

  His tongue thrust into her mouth and dueled with hers as he drove his cock into her again. A shudder of ecstasy rolled through her, the first warning signs of her release as the tension in her body spiraled. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave herself up to it, lifting her hips and matching him thrust for thrust until, with a cry, her back arched.

  Rapture slammed into her like a body blow, leaving her gasping. He groaned and, wrapping his arms around her, rolled them over until she sat on top. The movement drove his cock deeper. Tori screamed in pleasure, a sound matched by her lover’s grunt as his body went taut underneath her. His hips slammed upwards as his hands clamped down on her hips and held her in place. His cock jerked and pulsed, pouring his seed deep within her body. Tori shuddered. The change in angle and the sheer size of him meant she felt everything. Breathless and weak from pleasure, she collapsed over his chest.

  Chapter Three

  Now that was sex. Possibly the best sex he’d ever had. Jacob lay on his back and studied the ceiling, the mortal woman tucked into his side. Her hair cascaded over his shoulder as her breath whispered over the flesh of his chest, teasing his flat male nipples into hard peaks. Despite the fact he’d just had the best fuck of his life—or death—his cock was still at rampant attention and he was ready to go again. Painfully ready as usual for a summoning, but he didn’t think it had anything to do with the control his collar had over him.

  No, this was all Tori. He’d barely finished with her and he wanted her again.

  However, nestled into his side, she didn’t look ready to move any time soon. She sighed in contentment and dropped a kiss onto his chest, just shy of the nipple.

  Jacob bit back a groan. They were done and any minute now she would dispatch him back through the veil so the last thing he needed was more teasing. He was as stiff as an iron bar, and if he had to go back through the veil like this, it would be sheer torture. He’d be up half the night jacking off.

  “I enjoyed that. Thank you.” Her voice was soft and unexpected. Jacob blinked in surprise and looked down from his study of the ceiling.

  His partners never thanked him.

  Ever.

  To them he was a magical construct, a non-being there for one purpose and one purpose only, the one Tori had summoned him for. Because of the veil of secrecy around the Wraiths, that they were just beings of magic with no sentience—a cover they’d kept up for centuries—it didn’t occur to any of the women he pleasured that they should thank him.

  Apart from Tori.

  Jacob opened his mouth to answer her, to say something, anything, then snapped it closed. Indecision warred within him. He wanted to say he’d enjoyed it too—more than enjoyed it, and did she fancy starting all over again? But he couldn’t. Whatever had gone wrong and allowed him to be here instead of scrubbing floors somewhere, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to push it.

  Instead of words, he dropped a kiss on the top of her head and paused to bury his nose in her hair for a moment. She smelled wonderful, the faint scent of lilac and rose from her hair mingling with another, more exotic scent. Perhaps perfume she’d worn earlier in the day, its traces lingering on her skin, or perhaps just her. Whatever it was, Jacob liked it a lot.

  She made a pleased sound and snuggled closer. His arms tightened around her in response, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Jacob relaxe
d and enjoyed the feeling of a woman in his arms. It soothed a part of his soul he hadn’t realized was damaged.

  His hand stroked down her back in an idle motion, his fingertips caressing the silken skin along her spine as he thought. Today was a day for a lot of firsts. Unable to resist, he kissed her again and stayed, resting against the top of her head and closing his eyes. This was nice. Sort of how he imagined it would feel to be married and to have someone to hold at night.

  Tori shifted slightly and looked up at him. A tiny frown furrowed her brow and there was curiosity in her green eyes.

  “When I called you, I had no idea what to expect…” Happiness lit her eyes as she smiled. “But it turned out so well, and I know I’m stupid for talking to you because you’re not a real person…”

  You so sure about that, sweetheart? Jacob remained impassive, watching her in silence, the thoughts he wanted to voice staying safely in his head. Unaware of his internal debate, Tori carried on speaking.

  “…so thank you. That was lovely, more than lovely. It was fantastic. But—”

  Here it came. His time was up and she was going to send him back. Her next words, however, chipped at the icy wall around Jacob’s heart.

  “I know you’re supposed to go back when you’re done. I mean, the Wraiths that I normally get…like for cleaning and whatnot…they disappear as soon as they’ve done the housework. I’d assumed you would since I used the same spell.”

  She’d used a domestic spell to summon him? Jacob’s expression must have mirrored his surprise because she flushed a deeper shade of red and dropped her gaze to stammer.

  “I know, I know. Sad, isn’t it? I’m not even a full Fae so I don’t know much about summoning. I just changed some of the words in the incantation. How pathetic is that? I can’t get a decent date so I create one from a cleaning spell.”

  Inventive more like. Admiration filled Jacob’s chest. Not many would think to jury-rig an incantation like that.

  “The thing is…” She looked up again, worry and an aching loneliness shadowing the deep green of her eyes. “…I don’t like sleeping alone. I’d like you to stay, at least until I’m asleep?”

  Jacob felt like he’d been punched in the gut. A smile curved his lips then spread, and Jacob didn’t do a damn thing to stop it. She wasn’t sending him back. She wanted him to stay. He felt like punching the air in triumph. Perhaps Tori was the woman he was looking for, the one who would release him from his servitude.

  She was still watching him, and Jacob realized she was waiting for an answer.

  Before she could change her mind, he nodded and pulled her toward him. Her breath whispered against his lips in a soft sigh as he kissed her gently.

  “Oh good, I was hoping you would.”

  She settled down against him again, her movements as feline as the cast of her eyes, and yawned. Jacob returned his hand to her back and resumed his stroking.

  Within seconds he felt her breathing deepen as she slid into sleep.

  The former-sorcerer-turned-Wraith lay awake for long hours. His mind turned over and over, before he too dropped into a light sleep. He was awakened by soft cries from the woman at his side. Jacob’s eyes snapped open and he reached out for the bedside light. What was happening—was she okay?

  Tori was on her side, facing away from him, but he could see the small, erratic movements of her limbs. It appeared as though she was trying to run from something.

  Reaching out, he turned her onto her back. She gasped, fear stark on her face even though her eyes were closed.

  Relief hit him like a sledgehammer. She was just having a nightmare. Now he could understand why she didn’t like to sleep alone and her request for him to stay. She must get them a lot.

  As he looked about the room he could see evidence of that; self-help books on the bedside cabinet, a nightlight which could be turned to low to provide a comforting glow, and most telling of all, a battered and obviously much loved teddy bear sat on the chair next to the bed.

  An unaccustomed wave of tenderness filled him. It was out of character, felt odd like a suit that was just that little bit too small. He rubbed the centre of his chest for a moment and then reached for her.

  She cried out softly and turned into his arms, burrowing into them like a small child seeking safety. Something deep inside Jacob cracked, and for the first time in his un-life, breaking his captivity ceased to matter. She was hurting, and all he wanted to do was make things better.

  “Shhhhh.” His lips against her hair, he broke the cardinal rule for a Wraith and spoke.

  Wraiths were actually fully capable of talking, but for centuries they’d refused to.

  Not since a warlock way back when had abused their trust and willingness to help and locked them into servitude. The warlock was long gone and that spell broken but the Wraiths had long memories and held a grudge, even if it cut them off from the rest of their brethren.

  Jacob wrapped his arms around her and used his larger body to shelter her as though what she was afraid of was a physical threat. She calmed a little, the erratic movements of her body slowing down to almost nothing. The soft gasps and cries continued despite his hand stroking the soft skin of her back and his murmured assurances in her ear.

  Jacob frowned. What else could he do? He didn’t have much experience with this side of bedding a woman. Falling asleep with his partners was out since on a normal summoning the magic pulled him back through the veil as soon as the sex was done.

  Tori had used a domestic spell though, and that meant he was here until the magic decided he was done. Obviously it was of the opinion that Tori needed him around for more than just sex. That was cool. He could do that.

  He racked his brains for something to do, something that would help. Then it hit him, and he leaned his head back against the pillows. His deep voice rumbled in his chest as he launched into the only song he could think of at the moment. Tori sighed, her breathing becoming deeper as the soft strains of “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay” filled the room.

  He smiled when he realized it was working and sang on, his hand stroking her arm idly. This was going to bring a storm down on his head, but he didn’t care. She was in pain, and he would do anything he could to make it right for her.

  He sang of wasting time and loneliness. A frown furrowed his brow as he realized that the song was a good allegory for his life. He had had nothing to live for, and as he was, nothing was going to come his way.

  His collar tugged at his neck, giving him a second’s warning before magic swirled in the room. Jacob kept his eyes closed as he rolled the last words off his tongue. They were here to take him back. The notes wept into the silence of the room as he held Tori close and savored these last moments with her.

  There was no way they’d let him come back now.

  Finally he opened his eyes to find Miknris standing at the foot of the bed. A scowl furrowed his brow. Dried up old prune would just fucking love this. Holding her gaze in defiance, he turned his head and kissed Tori gently on the temple.

  “Sleep well, sweetheart,” he whispered then raised his voice slightly. “Okay, do your worst.”

  Humans couldn’t see them clearly, but other Wraiths had no such trouble, and Jacob could see the mocking smile that curved the lips of Miknris’ astral form.

  Oh, you really don’t want me to do that, she mocked, her voice clear as a bell in Jacob’s head. Heel, boy.

  In an instant Jacob was on his feet and stood next to her. His eyes wandered over Tori’s sleeping form and a dull ache formed in the center of his chest. An ache he couldn’t define, a pang of something…but what? It couldn’t be love; there was no way he could get attached to anyone, even a woman like Tori, that quickly.

  She’s very beautiful. You always did have the luck of the devil himself. Bit of a pity really…

  Jacob arched an eyebrow in question but didn’t speak. That was the thing about Miknris. If she wanted to tell you something, she did, and nothing would stop her a
cid-edged tongue.

  Oh, that you’ll never see her again. I’m sure the next time she needs ‘servicing,’ one of the other lads will be more than happy to oblige.

  “You’re a mean bitch, Miknris,” Jacob shot back. He didn’t bother to speak mind to mind, but out of deference to the sleeping woman on the bed, he kept his voice low.

  “Probably why you have to wear that form to get a guy to fuck you.”

  Her sharp intake of breath told him his remark had hit home, but Jacob was already finished with the conversation. His brow furrowed as he looked at the wall behind Tori’s bed. He’d been so intent on the woman herself earlier that he hadn’t scoped out her bedroom properly. Icy fingers reached into his chest to wrap around his heart and stop it mid-beat.

  He should have checked the room out. He really should have checked the room out.

  Because above the bed hung a large, intricate dream-catcher. In subtle shades of green and turquoise, it wasn’t the average market stall special. No, whoever had made it had known what they were doing. The knotted charms and cords were woven skillfully, catching the witching in its enchantment.

  It worked. Jacob knew it worked because it had caught something. There, sitting right in the center like a fattened spider, was a dark, malevolent mass. Something Jacob recognized with ease—a death-shade.

  The world around them started to dissolve like a special effect from a cheap sci-fi movie.

  “Shit, no! Wait. We can’t go yet,” Jacob protested. He struggled as the veil wrapped around them both and pulled the two Wraiths back into the witching. His attempts were futile and within seconds Miknris and Jacob opened their eyes back in the duties hall.

  Jacob turned to the short, prune-faced woman…a far cry in appearance from the elegant creature she appeared to be on the other side of the veil. Panic twisted his heart in his chest.

  “You have to take me back. Now. Tori’s in danger. Didn’t you see that shade? If you don’t take me back, it’ll kill her.”