ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  “There he is, and from the way that he is looking at the elevators, my guess is that he is about to take off,” her father replied.

  “Perfect, this is my chance,” she winked at her father. “I'm going to sneak up to the penthouse and block his way until he gives me an interview.”

  “Now, that’s my girl! A true Burrows.” Chris said, patting her back as she started making her way through the crowd.

  She meandered through the clusters of people, making her way towards the private elevators and pondered what she was going to tell him. As she neared the elevator, the door opened and a good looking brunette was escorted out by one of Senator Whitefield's security men. She had the ultimate kind of body to make any woman green with envy, and all the men salivate after her. She was dressed to show off all of her sexy assets in a tight fitting dress that barely made it just below her buttocks. She looked very disappointed and was screaming obscenities at the security man as he guided her out of the room, telling him how he was going to be sorry. Anita looked around and then quickly entered the elevator. She hit the button to take her up and then began admiring herself in the mirror.

  She was dressed in a dress that hugged her generously curvy body. It was a lot more modest than the get-up of the other woman who had just been evicted, as her dress reached almost down to her knees. She adjusted her huge breasts in her dress and then pulled her lipstick out of her clutch, adding a little to her pouty lips. Anita laughed to herself, as she didn’t understand why she wanted to look particularly sexy, since she was not interested in Lance, or was she? She shook her head, reminded herself that he would probably much rather be with someone like the woman that she had seen leaving the building. She checked out her figure in the mirror and compared it to the woman who had been escorted out. Despite her plus size, Anita had a very shapely body and people often complimented her. She was proud of her body and was comfortable in her own skin. However, she never seemed to find the right kind of guy for herself. The few that she had been out with had been with her solely for sex, and as soon as they got what they wanted, they were gone with the wind. After being burned a few too many times, she decided to dedicate her time to her work, although her dad often tried to encourage her to go out saying that she was wasting her beauty in the office. The elevator doors finally opened and Anita sighed in relief when she noted that there were no guards there. She made her way to the door of the penthouse on the far end of the corridor and sat on a chair by the window. She listened to the traffic outside and it brought her a sense of calm, like a soft lullaby.

  *****

  The ballroom was packed to capacity, and Senator Lance Whitefield had shaken so many hands, he was exhausted. All that he wanted to do was to go up to his room and sleep. Smiling for the cameras was also beginning to drive him crazy and he was not sure if he was going to be able to keep it up. As a matter of fact, what he needed right now was a woman; a woman who could ease him out of all the tension that he had felt all week. He needed a release, but he could never seem to find the right kind of woman for himself. Skinny chicks kept throwing themselves at him, but he preferred women with a little more meat on their bones. He had always had a thing for bigger women, feeling like they would be more willing to indulge his fantasies. The most unfortunate thing about that was the fact that most of the women he met in Boston were struggling to remain as thin as needles. And then there was also the fact that he could not trust most people in general. He was hoping to get a mate some day, someone who was of his own kind, and someone who would be able to keep his secrets.

  He looked around the room. It was packed with reporters, his worst enemies since they would be the first to squeal if they ever found out his secret, and that would be the end of him and his kind. He flexed his muscles, wishing that he could just go out to the park and run as if there were no problems that existed in the world. He searched through the crowd for his cousin, Barry Swift, who also happened to be his aide and beta. He wanted to get the hell out of here, and there was no way that he could make it through this crowd without his help. The reporters wanted to know every single thing about him, and he hated the fact that they were more interested in his life other than his policies. The fact that he was thirty six and still single also seemed to draw a lot of attention, making more news than anything else. A successful billionaire and Senator who was still single was definitely every woman's dream come true, and he had a hard time fending them off. Lance finally spotted Barry.

  “I need to get out of here, I don’t think I can take it any longer,” he said to him.

  “I can see that, you look drained. Well, it is a good thing that I sent someone upstairs to help you unwind, she is waiting by the door of the penthouse,” his cousin said with a smile before turning to address the crowd. “Senator Whitefield has to leave now, he has appointments very early in the morning and he needs to rest. The bar is still open; enjoy yourselves.”

  Two guards fended off people as Barry led Lance to the private elevator that led up to his penthouse. Thank God he owned this building and had a luxury apartment on the top floor. Moments later, the elevator doors opened and his guards led him around the corner towards his door. Standing by his door was a beauty that immediately mesmerized him. She was just the sort of woman that he had always wanted - her body sexy, and her eyes the color of a clear sky. She had all the qualities that he admired in a woman, including a voluptuous body, even curvy as she stood up, and huge firm breasts. He was going to have to make a point to thank Barry, because this time he had hit it right on point and got him the sort of woman that he craved.

  “You are not supposed to be here,” one of his guards hurried over to the woman.

  “It is okay, Terrence, she is with me,” Lance said as both guards and the woman looked at him with surprise. “You two may leave for the day now, I'll see you in the morning.”

  Looking more confused than ever, the guards left as Lance pulled out his card key and swiped it through the lock of the door, pushing it open.

  “Please, come on in,” he said, pushing the door open and entering the dark room without bothering to turn on the lights.

  The strange beauty followed him into the room hesitatingly and he wondered what was wrong with her. A she-wolf would have practically began making out with him even before the guards left. Lance wondered why he had never seen her before and yet he would have recognized her before. There was something familiar about her, but he could not quite place where he had seen her. It was probably at one of their full moon gatherings in the woods, but he still wondered why he had not made a hit on her that day. Her scent filled the room, fresh and arousing, and he felt his cock starting to harden in his pants. His eyes adjusted to the dark easily and he turned to look at her as he shut the door.

  “Aren't you going to turn on the lights, Senator Whitefield?” she asked falteringly.

  “Yes I will, honey, in a short while,” he said, moving over to her and pulling her into his arms.

  She hesitated slightly before her body pressed against his, and he heard her breath catching in her throat when his dick pressed against her belly. There was an innocence about her that was making him even more aroused with desire, a sort of desire that he had never experienced before. He felt his body beginning to shift slightly, his fangs pulling out of their slit while his eyes turned a fiery orange.

  “Senator Lance, I-“

  “Shh, call me Lance, don’t spoil the moment with words,” he whispered, his lips crushing upon hers hungrily as they began kissing.

  She hesitated at first and then she responded, parting her lips to allow entry of his tongue into her mouth. She tasted delicious, and his wolf’s sense of smell could detect her arousal. She smelled delectable and the effect went straight to his aching dick, making it crave for her even more. She had to be new to the pack and was probably not sure of how to act.

  “Lance, I don’t think you understand-“

  “Shh, I'm a very open guy, and we will take this just the w
ay that you want it, don’t be afraid of me,” he said to her tenderly before fusing his lips back onto hers and kissing her even more intensely.

  She was not as aggressive as the she-wolves that he was used to making love to, and her innocence got him so turned on, evident by his ever-growing hard-on. She melted easily into him, the scent of her arousal making him giddy with desire. She pulled away for breath.

  “Senator, I think that you are mistaken, I'm-“

  “I don’t feel like talking right now,” he said, turning her around and running his fingers through her hair as he breathed her in. “Right now I wanna kiss every inch of your body, caress you, lick you and then make love to you like there is no tomorrow. I wanna bury my cock deep inside you and fuck you until you scream my name over and over, and I want it now.”

  To drive his point home, he turned her around and locked his lips onto hers, kissing her as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

  *****

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Anita knew that she should stop this at once. She could easily pull away from him, slap him across the face hard and storm out of the room armed with a story about the way that the Senator abused women, but as he stroked his tongue over hers, evoking sensations that she had never imagined existed, she knew that nothing of that sort was going to happen. Not in this world. It was evident that he had been expecting someone else, and Anita wondered if it was the brunette bimbette who had been escorted out of the building. But why had she been escorted out, could she have been a whore, and did the Senator have to pay for sex? No, that was out of the question, Lance Whitefield could have any woman that he wanted to fuck with the snap of a finger, including her, Anita now realized.

  So then, who was the brunette? Anita tried to think, but her thoughts were drowned by the passion of the moment. How could she think when he was kissing her like this, the most deliciously arousing and sweet kiss that she had ever received in her entire life? His heady fragrance made her dizzy with desire and her mind was swirling with sensation as his soft lips caressed hers gently, assaulting her deliciously. Senator Lance held her tightly against him, and the feel of his cock rocking gently over her crotch made her wet with desire. She had lost control of her life, and the Senator was now the one in charge of what she felt. She felt her panties soaking with the heat of her desire, and she couldn’t believe just how turned on this stranger was making her. It was not supposed to happen like this. She was just here for a story, period. At this rate, she was definitely going to get a story, but not one that she could put in the newspaper.

  “The scent of your arousal is driving me crazy,” he whispered into her ear, tracing his tongue around it, before pushing it into her ear and nibbling on her ear lobe. Anita found herself trembling with desire, an intense burning desire. “What is your name, sweetheart?”

  Name? Anita was not sure if she could remember her name. “An… Anita,” she finally managed to say, moaning softly when his hand cupped her breast and began massaging it.

  This was not the cool billionaire politician that she had seen on TV and read about in newspapers and magazines, this man was taut under his suit, and the heat of his touch was burning her from the inside out.

  “Okay, Anita, I'm going to take off your dress,” he said, and Anita knew that he was not asking for her permission to do it.

  Her heart was racing as he reached behind her for her zipper and tugged it down. His fingers brushed over her spine sending a wave of pleasure all the way down to her cunt. If at all she was going to stop him, it had to be now, but Anita knew that she couldn’t. He had made her body come alive in ways she had never imagined, and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her body was demanding satisfaction from the aching need within her, a need that had crept up right from the moment that she had spotted Lance walking towards her in the corridor. When he looked at her, there had been a wicked lust in his eyes, almost as if he were some animal predator out to feast on her. Her common sense jumped right out of the window from that moment onwards, and her intense need for pleasure and passion immediately took over.

  “Your skin is so soft. I almost feel as if I'm dipping my fingers in cream when I touch you,” he said, squeezing her ass gently.

  Anita felt as if she was going to faint when he hooked his finger into her thong and tugged it down. Standing up again, he moved his hand over the cleft of her buttocks and then traced down to her inner thigh. Anita's knees buckled.

  “Nice, it looks like somebody likes being touched there,” he said, moving his hand up to graze her damp folds. “I can't wait to see what else you like, Anita.”

  Anita was breathing heavily on his chest. She felt like reaping off his clothes and begging him to make love to her. “Lance, please….,” Anita pleaded with him, her mind foggy with desire.

  “It's okay, Anita, I'm gonna give you everything that you want just the way that you want it, but first I wanna make sure that you are comfortable.”

  Anita was not sure if she shook her head, but the next thing, she felt herself being swept off the floor. Lance carried her through the dark room almost as if he was wearing night vision glasses. Anita could not see a damn thing in the room and yet Lance walked as if it was day time. Lance placed her onto his bed, and she sat up on her elbows trying to clear her head and bring herself back into reality. Before her dream could come to an end, Lance pulled open the drapes and there he stood, his body bathing in the moonlight. With his eyes fixed on her, Lance began removing his clothes, beginning with his tie and then moving on to his coat and shirt. A dark mat of hair covered his chest all the way down to his abdomen. Anita could not believe that all this was happening to her, and she was sure that when her rational mind kicked in, she would regret this. Right now, however, she wanted this more than ever. Her eyes followed his fingers as they pulled down his zipper, splitting the material open. God, how much sexier could it get? The Senator was not wearing any underwear, and a thick long cock stood out from a forest of dark curls. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up to meet his gaze.

  “Get up,” Lance commanded. Anita obediently slipped off the bed, standing before him. “I wanna look at you.”

  Her dress hung over her voluptuous hips, and she figured that if she had been as skinny as the brunette, it would have fallen right off. Lance moved forward, running his hands over her hips to her dress to push it down. As her dress fell into a pool at her feet, Lance wrapped one hand around her and pulled her towards him, the sensation of her nipples against his furry chest registering with desire. He threaded her hair with his fingers, pulling it gently and sending a wave of need all the way to her sex. Her throbbing clit was aching with need, a need that only Lance could take care of.

  “You are very beautiful, Anita,” Lance said, his lips sealing over hers as he began stroking her tongue tantalizingly with his, making her even weaker.

  Anita felt somewhat disappointed when he pulled his lips away from hers. Taking her hands, he pulled her back, leading her to the window. Anita's mind was running quickly in every direction, and she thanked God for the fact that in the penthouse suite there was no way that anyone would see them at the window. She felt vulnerable standing by the window nude, the moonlight shining against their bodies. Lance took his hands to her breasts and began massaging them, circling his thumbs around her nipples pleasurably. The pleasure and heat was so intense, Anita had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Leaning forward, Lance wrapped his lips around one of her peaks and began sucking and licking it, and this time Anita was sure that she was going to faint. He tugged the nipple with his teeth, and this time Anita could not stop herself from moaning. As he sucked on her pebbled nipple, he thumbed the other one, pinching it and rolling it in between his fingers. The myriad of sensations was driving Anita crazy and she even thought that she would climax before he even touched her pussy.

  He released her nipple from his mouth and looked at it as it puckered and grew erect. He then shifted
his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment until Anita threw her head back, pleasure overwhelming her as she moaned. Anita watched as he crouched down infront of her, moving his face to the dusting of fur at her crotch. She breathed in deeply and could smell her heady scent of arousal spreading through the room. He breathed in deeply, a priceless look forming on his face.

  “If you taste as good as you smell, I don’t think that I'm ever going to get enough of you,” he said, leaning forward as his tongue slipped between her slickened folds, going all the way to her clit, circling and flicking it. Anita was so highly turned on, she almost climaxed as he began stroking her sensitive folds with his tongue. “I think I've just become addicted to you, Anita.”

  His voice was tight and hot, almost the same way that she felt within the crease of her pussy. Anita was not sure if she would be able to take the torture a minute longer. She was hot and horny, and she had been on the verge of orgasm right from the moment that she had set her eyes on him and seen the intent to fuck her in his face, the face that was now buried in between her thighs doing delicious things to her pussy. She took her hand down to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She wanted to get his attention, but she was so aroused, words could not come out. He sensed her need and looked up, his eyes dark and mysteriously sexy.

  “I know baby, but first I want you to come for me so that I can taste your climax.”