Pack Princess (Paranormal Shapeshifer BBW Romance): (Devil Riders MC)

by Mina Carter

  The slow sizzle he'd started inside her down at the bar with those possessive looks had developed into explosions bringing her blood from simmering to full boil. It wasn't just his lips and the way he owned her with his mouth and tongue. No. There was more. An elemental, primal connection she didn't want to acknowledge.

  He'd spanked her. Actually had the nerve to slap her ass, and instead of being outraged, she wanted to beg him to do it again. One thing was for sure, she was about to get much more than just a night of hot sex.

  He urged her back toward the bed, and she didn’t stop him. Hell, her higher brain functions had taken a hike out into the wide blue yonder, leaving her defenseless. He broke the kiss, turning her around in one swift move. She staggered on her heels, but he was already there, one arm around her waist supporting her at the same time he yanked the zipper at her spine down.

  She moaned as the cooler air of the room hit her exposed skin, suddenly glad she’d worn the lingerie. Black satin and lace from one of her favorite boutiques made her feel wanton just touching it…knowing he was looking at it? Her panties were in meltdown.

  He divested her of the dress with a speed that spoke of long practice. Only his hissed exhale and pause when he’d thrown it aside told her that the sight affected him. Then he moved, pressed his hips against hers, and the thick bar of his cock against her ass told her all she needed to know.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Princess,” he growled by her ear, big hands sliding around to cup her tits over her push-up bra. Her generous cleavage practically overflowed the cups. His breathing hitched. She took that to mean he liked her breasts.

  He cupped the girls, his hands not gentle, but not rough either. Just enough to arouse. He found the lace at the edge of the cups, then ventured within. She gasped, biting her lip as his fingers found her nipples, stroking them to attention under the fabric.

  “And this is pretty, but it needs off. Now.” He reached between the cups and flicked the clasp. It gave, the cups falling away and tumbling her tits into his hands.

  She lolled her head back into his chest. His hands on her body felt good. Right. Like they belonged there. She wanted, no, needed more. Her own breathing filled her ears, and need controlled her every move. “One of us is overdressed. And it's not me.”

  He nipped her ear, the pain small but sharp, shooting a line of fire right down to her clit. It throbbed, as eager for his attention as her nipples. “My way, my rules. Problem with that?”

  She wanted to ask too many questions. It was her nature. Instead, she shook her head and followed her instincts. “No. What do you have in mind?”

  “What I have in mind? You’ll have to wait and see.”

  He moved, the loss of his body heat against her back making her shiver. His hand landed on her ass again, warming her with an entirely different kind of fire. She jumped, but the sound that emerged wasn’t one of pain, but pure desire. Before she could recover from the spank, he tweaked her nipple, making her jump and gasp again. She wanted this, wanted him.

  “Seems the princess likes a little bit of pain.”

  He was back, his breath washing over the side of her neck and stirring the small hairs at her hairline. Another slap and she was ready to squirm and beg. His rough palm stroked over her ass, then his fingers curled under her panties, dragging them down inch by slow inch. For each inch, he played with her nipple. Stroking. Pulling. Tweaking.

  The underwear fell around her ankles, and he stepped away. She pouted and made to turn, but his growl warned her to stay where she was.

  “On the bed, hands on the headboard. And don’t move unless you’re told to.”

  Chapter Three

  She bit her lip to keep from saying the sarcastic reply that came to mind. She was this close to coming without him even doing anything and the last thing she wanted was for him change his mind.

  She jumped to do his bidding, all the while wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She wasn't the type of woman to be follow orders. Everyone knew that. She liked bossing people around too much.

  Yet... she didn't cower from his aggressive touch, or the kiss that destroyed her brain cells. She pushed the envelope searching for more. He brought out something she didn't think existed in her. Now she wanted to see how far he'd go. She was beyond ready for more.

  She felt his eyes on her as she dropped the opened bra off her shoulders and crawled up the bed, adding a little extra wiggle in her hips as she did so. A flush hit her cheeks at presenting her bare ass to him, but he was going to see much more very soon.

  Reaching the top, she turned over. Propped on the pillow, she had the urge to cross her legs. She’d never had a shy bone in her body, but today, everything felt new. She lifted her hands behind her head and curled her fingers on the cool metal bars. For a second, she thought of shaking to see if they’d rattle, but decided against it. Her stomach quivered with anticipation. His eyes roamed her body, burning her with the intensity of his gaze.

  Her entire being felt branded from those looks alone. She ignored the shiver of insecurity and bent her legs, spreading her thighs open. “Is this good enough?”

  His expression tightened, his gaze sliding from her eyes, down the length of her body to fix between her thighs. Heat crawled over her cheeks, but she held her position. Even if her hands did tighten on the bars enough that she felt the metal begin to give. Go wolfy-strength. Normally, she had it under control, but naked in a room with this guy? She felt more out of control than she ever had.

  “Perfect.” His voice was nowhere near human now, the low, rough growl born straight from his wolf. She bit her lip and watched his hands drop to his belt. Still watching her, he undid the buckle and snaps, then shoved the leather down over his hips.

  His cock sprang free, the thick, long, flushed length arcing up toward his stomach. She bit back a whimper. If there was ever a man who was gifted, he was it.

  “Are you gonna stand there until I beg?” Because she was damn near full blown on her knees worshipping. The smile, the body, and holy fuck, the cock. She licked her lips, wishing he'd come closer.

  He got rid of the leathers, toeing his feet out of the boots. Two steps brought him to the end of the bed. He stopped, just standing there in all his naked glory, glancing down at her. His eyes were human dark, with a ring of blue that told her she wasn’t safe. Not safe at all.

  “It had crossed my mind.” A smile crossed his lips, little more than a quirk, but it hit her right where it counted. Her clit throbbed, as though linked to that little move. “Perhaps I want to see how far my princess is prepared to go to get what she needs.”

  He moved a hand, wrapping a big fist around his cock and pumping slowly. Watching her all the time. “How far you’ll go to get the cock you need. Because you want it, don’t you, Princess? I can smell it on you.”

  How far? For a body like that? She’d already done something she never did, give up control. “I have a question.”

  He arched an eyebrow, hand never stopping its motion.

  “Are you anywhere near as good as you sound? Because if you are, then I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you deliver.”

  And that smile told her he planned on giving up lots of orgasms. She didn’t want to miss out on those. She was pretty sure that it was orgasms that were a girl’s best friend. Fuck diamonds.

  His smile crawled over his lips. “Princess, I’m better.”

  That did it then. If she got caught, she’d have to go home without her wild night. There was no way in hell she was going home without a taste of him. “Well then what the hell are you waiting for? I’m here. I’m naked, and so are you. Move your ass.”

  “Ever heard of anticipation, Princess?” He finally let go of his cock and put a knee on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. “Or are you always this bossy?”

  He crawled toward her, somehow making what was normally an awkward movement as sexy as sin. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as he reached her, fingers str
oking up the inside of her calf, then her thigh as he moved closer. She shivered, feeling like a meal laid out, ready for the predator before her to feast upon.

  “Such a pretty sight,” his voice dropped lower as he settled between her legs, pushing her thighs further apart, impossibly further. Crap, how hadn't she noticed that his shoulders were so damn big?

  His breath washed over her exposed pussy, her clit throbbing so hard with need that she wanted to scream at him to get on with it. But he paused, and met her gaze. “Just to be sure, it’s Razor, okay?”

  She blinked, her ability to focus removed by his presence between her thighs. “Huh? What? What’s Razor?”

  He smiled. “The name you’ll be screaming.” Then he lowered his head and swept his tongue over her.

  Christ. That tongue. He was pure magic. Her muscles locked up tight at the first swoop. Slow sizzles shot down her spine, straight to her clit—to the same spot he licked.

  “Sorry,” she panted. “I should have taken your word for it.”

  He was much more than better. There was no questioning it. He had a tongue she wanted to take home and keep forever. Along with the rest of his body.

  Electric pulses rushed through her veins like shots of adrenaline. Whimpers raced up her throat, bursting free with each lick.

  He growled in response, readjusting his position. Big hands slid around, cupping her ass before he tilted her hips to the angle he wanted. Then they hooked around her thighs, his shoulders holding them wide open for him, as he parted her pussy lips with gentle fingers.

  His tongue returned to feast on her clit. Lapping at it, circling it, teasing and tormenting it. He used the flat of his tongue in long cat-like strokes, and then surprised her with faster, harder licks. She whimpered and moaned, writhing against him, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he teased her more, driving her need and arousal higher and higher with his clever tongue.

  She squeezed the bars in her hand harder, metal groaning from her strength. Air thundered in and out of her lungs. Tension coiled in her core, heating every pore. “Oh, God,” she choked.

  Her leg muscles shook. Every swipe of his tongue urged her closer to bliss. She wanted it so bad. Could taste it so close. Just a little more and she’d be there, riding the wave. “Don’t stop!”

  Her internal temperature skyrocketed. Perspiration broke over her skin. All her thoughts centered on him. His wicked tongue, and oh, the things he was doing with it. Her stomach quivered with each moan. “Please, for all that’s holy, don’t you dare stop or I might die.”

  He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, chuckling at the same time. The tiny vibration was pure, unadulterated, perfect torture and the bastard had to know it. She couldn’t get words out, not a one as he suckled on her clit, then slid his tongue down to tease the entrance to her body.

  She panted, not caring about anything other than him carrying on. He moved, and she barely registered it when he nibbled on her clit again. Blunt, human teeth grazed the tiny bundle of nerves and shattered what was left of her cognitive abilities. If that didn’t, then the strong finger he slid deep into her pussy sure did.

  Tension seared her muscles and held them in a chokehold, until it cracked. Pleasure unraveled inside her, filling her to near bursting. She might have screamed, or moaned, she couldn’t really tell. Heart beats pounded in her ears. She couldn’t make anything out but the harsh sounds of her own breathing. Her pussy gripped at his finger, sucking him deep, needing to be filled by more than his digit.

  She blinked up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe. That had to be a record. She’d either been sex deprived for too long, or he really was better than good. Her knees shook, and she fought to calm the rapid racing of her heart. Should she mention the broken off metal bars now or later?

  “Wow!”

  She shrugged to get her heart and breathing under control, the aftershocks still running through her body. Crap, that had to have been the best...seriously the best...climax of her life. She lifted her head to watch him, but he was already moving.

  He crawled up over her body, and suddenly she realized just how big he was. Wrapping an arm under her shoulder, he pinned her in place with a big hand at the back of her neck as his gaze bore down into hers.

  “What did I tell you, Princess?”

  “That I should call you God?”

  Amusement flashed between the dark desire in his eyes, and his lips curved again—just that kink at the corner she wanted to kiss, and kiss, and never stop kissing.

  “Okay, you get away with that one.” He stroked her hair back from her face with a gentleness she hadn’t expected. It snuck under her guard and wrapped around her heart that such a big, rough biker could be so gentle.

  He shifted, pushing her thighs further apart and lowered himself to the cradle of her hips. She fought back a whimper, biting her lip as he slid a hand between them and set his cock against the entrance to her body.

  He stopped, and stared deep into her eyes. “Just checking, Princess. You’re not in your heat phase, are you?”

  “No, I’m good,” she panted. “Got a few weeks before that. Now, get to the good part, and stop the torture already.”

  He nodded, a tiny expression in his eyes that pulled at the corner of her mind, but then he pushed and nothing else mattered. He was big, her body resisting for a few seconds before he slipped inside half an inch, and they both gasped. She closed her eyes, feeling the burn as he pushed deeper, forcing her tight sheath to accept him. Crap, he was way bigger than any other man she’d ever been with. Though she’d only been with a few since none had been strong enough to handle her personality or her aggressiveness.

  He didn’t give her a pause or a break, working himself into her with short, wonderful little see-saw movements. His body moved above hers, the muscles of his shoulders and torso working. She whimpered, running her hands over them, entranced by the display. So much power and strength, all bent to one purpose. Pleasure.

  She raked her nails over his arms and bit them deep into his muscles. He groaned, and her breath caught in her chest. The pure possessive look he gave her shattered through the wall guarding her emotions. It didn’t matter how many times she repeated it was only a single night of sex. Her heart had other ideas. She pushed those thoughts back, focusing on the here and now. On the perfect torture of his body invading hers. A slow, sensual blaze sparked in her core, expanded through her limbs, and combusted in her blood.

  His hips met hers, and he paused for a moment to let her adjust. She whimpered, unable to stop the soft sound in the back of her throat. She felt full, stretched, and it was glorious. His gaze caught hers for a moment, a question in the silver-blue depths. Whatever he saw in hers must have answered because he started to move.

  On his first retreat, almost all the way out of her body, she gasped and pouted, missing the fullness. But then he slid straight back in again, a long, slick ride of pure pleasure.

  “Fuck!” She hissed. That felt so good. Better than good.

  A. Ma. Zing.

  He chuckled and did it again, pulling back only to slide back into her. Faster and stronger until he was yanking his hips back and hammering into her in a way she’d never realized she yearned for.

  “God, that feels...incredible,” she moaned.

  His moves were wild with speed. Hard. Fast. Each one fiercer than the last, pressing her deeper into the bed. She bit down on her lip to try and control her urge to praise him. She'd sound like an idiot if she started to thank god for his cock.

  “Yeah?” He dropped his head to whisper his lips against her neck. “You like that, Princess? Like being fucked hard and fast?

  “Like it?” She moved her head to the side to allow him better access. “Try stopping and see what happens.”

  He lifted her shoulders, gripping her hair to pull her head back at the same time he bit her. Not hard, nowhere near hard enough to break the skin with his human teeth, but the zing of pleasure-pain made her cry out, as did the
extra roll to his hips when he thrust into her again.

  “Not planning on stopping,” he growled, upping the pace and intensity of his movements. “Nowhere near stopping. Not until you’re screaming and writhing.” His voice deepened. “I want to see your face when you come all over my cock.”

  He’d see her coming soon if he kept up the pace and the sexy as hell naughty talk. Her muscles tightened to near bursting. Fur rolled under her skin. The beast inside her wanted a piece of him too.

  Sorry girl, this is all me.

  “No,” he snarled, perhaps sensing her beast so close and reacting to it. “No hiding, not from me.”

  The blue ring around his eyes was wider as he looked down at her, letting her have a glimpse of his beast. Her own whimpered, wanting to roll over and submit. Freaking traitor. Well, it would be if she didn’t want to do exactly the same thing.

  A shudder worked through his body. She felt it run through him all the way down to his cock but it didn’t stop him. Still, he powered into her, adding a twist of his hips at the end of every stroke that trapped her clit between them. Pressing on it, grinding it between them. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head, but still he kept up the talking.

  “That’s it, take every inch of it, Princess.” He gave another roll and grind. “You like being fucked by a rough, dirty biker, don’t you? Like being taken like a little slut instead of the princess you are.”

  “I thought….” She gasped, breathless. “All men liked a princess in the street and a slut in the sheets?”

  “Careful, princess. Talk like that and I might want to keep you here. Naked and chained for me to fuck whenever I want.” He nipped her neck again, and the bolt of pleasure zoomed right to her clit. His tempo increased again, but not smoothly. His breaths puffed by her neck and his heartbeat thundered over hers.