Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (107 page)

“You’re being so bad,” I whispered to Rupert as his fingers stroked the insides of lips at the table where we sat. I arched my hips up against him, I couldn’t help it. He brought me to a quick release against his hand. It had me choking a scream back so I didn’t draw any unwanted attention to myself or Rupert. Although, I’m not entirely sure if he would mind people watching us.

“You love it,” He whispered and when he pulled his hands out from between my legs, he licked his fingers and grinned at me. “You taste so sweet. I love watching you cum, Lara.”

I blushed furiously but when I ducked my head, I was smiling. I really had liked it too. I really hoped he would do it again in the future. The chance of getting caught doing something naughty in public had made it more intense. It felt wicked to have an orgasm with hundreds of people standing around, oblivious to what was going on near them.

I had survived our experience going out to the bar, the drinks, and the dancing. I loved how he touched me, and there was touching. Lots of touching. On the way out of the bar, he’d stopped me in the alley behind it and had pressed me up against the wall. He kissed me until I had was begging him to take me in the grime and filth that was the alleyway. He had teased me to the point where I’d forgotten where we’d even been standing. We had a drunk man stumble upon us, which had finally broke us apart. He was getting to the point where he would have taken me right there against the dirty brick.

“Lara?” Rupert nudged me awake. I was curled in his arms in bed and had no desire to move. My head hurt a little bit, and I think I was slightly hung over.

“Shhhh… Rupert, my head hurts.” I told him and then pulled a pillow over my head to hide from the light coming in the room. He tugged on the pillow trying to get it off my head, but I didn’t want to budge.

“We need to get up and get moving with our day. We have an appearance with our parents this afternoon at a tea party. This is not optional. We have to be there. It’s a fundraiser for one of the college for scholarships. We are going, and you need to get up and put on a brave face.” Rupert told me, and then rang for a maid and ordered me a tonic to help with the headache from the hangover.

“I’m not going.” I told him and rolled over on my belly. My ass was in the air and he took that the opportunity. The next thing I know he slapped my ass, with a loud crack filling the air. He had hit me hard enough to make it actually hurt. “Hey!” I shouted indignantly.

“I told you to get up, girl. We have to go and it’s not up for debate. If you can’t handle your liquor, cut yourself off before you get drunk next time.” Rupert told me sternly. Right now, I almost hated him. He had a point, I could have turned down some of the numerous drinks I consumed. Or I could have just sipped one. Nursed on it for a couple of hours so I wouldn’t get that drunk.

“Bite me, Rupert,” I said to him and damned if he didn’t do just that. The man leaned over me and took my flesh in between his teeth. He bit me so hard, I just knew it was going to leave a bruise. That was the point, I suppose, but still it hurt like hell. I sat straight with the pillow in my hands and hurled it at his head. Forcing him to jump back or be hit in the face.

Laughing he caught the pillow and raised a brow at me. “Are you ready to get in the shower now?”

“I hate you,” I told him with my head spinning like a top. Getting up, he steadied me and helped me to the shower. A few minutes later he brought me the tonic that the maid had delivered. It was intended to help with my hangover, but the smell could have knocked you senseless from across the room.

“I love you too, Lara.” Rupert told me as I swallowed the nasty tasting drink. I soaked in the shower. I let the hot water cascade over my pounding head, and run down my body. It helped with the headache, and the sore muscles from dancing. A few minutes later after the tonic andshower, I did start to feel better. So just maybe he wasn’t all that much of an evil bastard.

“Do you really love me?” I asked him as I got out and toweled myself off. I know he was pretty forthcoming with his emotions. But when he said he loved me, I wasn’t always sure. He would always say it at times where I wasn’t quite sure if he was joking or totally serious.

“Lara, I will marry you. I have asked you already, all you have to do is say ‘Yes’. Aside from what you have read or heard about me. I do want to marry and settle down.” He told me in a very unromantic way. He came over to wrap his arms around my body. He tugged the towel off and let it fall to the floor. Picking me up, he set me on the bathroom counter and dropped to his knees between my legs. Before I even registered what he was doing, he’d had his tongue licking me and his lips pressed to my pussy.

He started licking my outer lips and gently nibbling on them. The nibbling became harder almost painful before he dragged his tongue between them. I couldn’t stop moaning. He made me feel so amazing. The feel of his tongue almost drove me over the edge, but then he stopped. He raised his head and looked at me smiling.

“Do you know how good you taste? I love how you feel while my tongue is bathing you. Your moans drive me crazy.” He said quietly. He lowered his head again and went back to licking me. His tongue slid easily as my juices trickled out. At the top of his lick he pressed his tongue firmly against my clit. I started wiggling and moaning loudly. He reached his arm around me and put it across my stomach. The other joined his mouth and he alternated between using his tongue and his fingers.

His fingers drove me even closer to the edge of the cliff. He lapped quickly at my clit before his fingers entered me. At the same time as I felt his fingers, my hips lifted up off the counter. He pressed harder against my stomach trying to hold me down. That action caused a loud moan to escape my lips. He lifted his head but left his fingers to wiggle inside me while he looked at me again.

“Like that, did you? I shall have to remember that for the future.” He said before giving me an almost evil smile. He returned to licking my clit and the juices coming from me. My moans only got louder. Between his tongue and his fingers pumping in and out of me, I was ready to explode. Then he bit my clit hard enough that I lost all control and my body tensed up. My inner walls contracted and squeezed his fingers as my juices rushed from my body. I heard his moans as he lapped up my fluids.

I buried my hands in his hair to hold myself steady on the edge of the bathroom counter. I let my head fall back and enjoyed how he made me feel with his mouth. He quickly drove me to one climax after another. When he finally stopped and helped me get down off the counter. He caught me before I fell, my legs were nothing but jelly. I was giggling and out of breath and I could see his erection through his trousers. Dropping my hand, I stroked the large bulge through his pants. It always excited me to touch him.

We would have to talk about the marriage and love thing later. But for right now, a good orgasm was the perfect cure. It was a great way to clear what was left of my hang over and start my day. Especially if I had to go pretend to be a well behaved lady for the next few hours in public.

  Rupert pushed me down to my knees and pulled his cock out for me to worship with my lips and tongue. I took him into my mouth and moved up and down his shaft until I was almost gagging. My mouth and throat were full, which made it hard to breathe well around his size. He grabbed the back of my head intertwining my hair through his fingers as he closed his fist. He controlled the pace of his cock as it moved in and out of my mouth. I looped both of my arms around his legs, and grabbed one butt cheek in each hand.

I began sucking deeper, each time he entered my mouth. He soon released my head and let me move my head. I slammed my head quickly down his cock sucking harder and moved slowly on the way back up each time. I held the tip of his cock in my mouth licking and suckling on the mushroom shaped head. I looked up toward his face while I held still for a few moments. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. He seemed to be enjoying what I was doing so I started all over. I took him deeply into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Sucking hard, I move back up again at a slow pace letting my tongue trail up the underside of his cock. Feeling every vein and every jerk of his cock when I hit sensitive spots. He started moaning quietly and then I found a spot that drove him crazy. Right along the head of his cock when I would suckle any area of it, he would inhale sharply and moan deep in his throat. I paid special attention to that area. Suddenly he grabbed my head and forced his cock back into my mouth and to the back of my throat almost choking me. I felt his cock pulse a few times against my tongue before I felt warm fluid slide down my throat. I’d never swallowed a guy’s semen until him, but it was something he really seemed to like for me to do with him. I enjoyed pleasuring him, even if it wouldn’t have occurred to me, on my own, to do that before.

Rupert was turning me into some kind of sex slave or at least was becoming addicted to his cock. I giggled a little as I stood up wiping my mouth and went to brush my teeth. I was naked now, since he threw my towel to the floor and he came up behind me to kiss the back of my neck.

“I have plans for us later tonight. I got you a present, but you can only have it if you survive the tea party.” Rupert whispered as he nibbled on my skin.

“Fine. For presents, I can tolerate almost anything.” I told him, and hoped it wasn’t jewelry. I know some women went completely head over heels for roses or jewelry, but I was more of the books and puppy’s kind of girl.

“You mean all the orgasms I give you, don’t count?” Rupert whispered and laughed softly in my ear before leaving me alone to finish getting ready. When I walked out of our room about thirty minutes later, I headed downstairs. Where I found my mother waiting impatiently for me by the front doors. The driver had the car ready to take the four of us to the location of the tea party. The four of us left the house, and piled into the back of the limo. We had not been driving long when Rupert’s father, the King, started talking.

“Rupert, I need to ask how long this affair with Lara is going to continue? I don’t mind you two having a relationship, but things need to be addressed. It is causing a lot of rumors and speculation. I am being asked questions that I cannot answer.” The King finally addressed his son and gave both of us a stern look. Damn him, Rupert was grinning at his father, when he looked at me. I was blushing, as I glanced at my mother who raised an eyebrow at me.

“Well, I asked Lara to marry me. She just hasn’t said yes, yet.” Rupert replied to the King. He leaned back looking at me with a grin that made me want to kick him in the shins. What did he think he was doing? He was trying to make this all my fault!

“It’s not that I don’t want to say ‘Yes’. I’m just not quite ready for marriage. We will get there eventually, if it’s meant to be.” I replied and blushed. I ducked my head, feeling like I was disappointing everyone, including myself. The King made a noncommittal sound in his throat, not sounding pleased by the words at all.

“Lara, every single woman in the country and a few that are not are already chasing after Rupert. If you don’t publicly claim him soon, someone will. Many women won’t care if he has a hot side piece as a mistress if they can be a princess. If you want to keep Rupert, you need to publicly claim him and move forward with your relationship.” My mother looked at me and gave me the advice that I really didn’t want to hear, right now. My mother knew from the look on my face that this wasn’t a conversation I was ready to have. Especially, not in front of Rupert, much less the King.

“Mom, how can you even talk like that to me?” I asked her completely shocked. After what happened with my father, I was surprised she’d be so blunt about those types of relationships. After all, her experience with my father is the main reason why I was so terrified of getting married.

“Because dear, it’s clear you and Rupert are basically made for each other, and neither of you will make a public commitment. I don’t know what is holding you back from making that commitment to each other, but you had better figure it out soon.” She warned me. With a glance at the King and the back to me, she gave me a knowing glance. It said in no uncertain terms that she needed to make a decision about going forward or breaking it off.

I saw exactly what she was talking about when we arrived at the party. I wish then that I had taken her advice before arriving at the tea party. There were women were all over Rupert and they pretended like I didn’t even exist. The women literally threw themselves at him, and I was chopped liver as far as they were concerned. I tried so hard not to get jealous about the women’s behavior and did my best to ignore their flamboyant efforts. However, I could see Rupert wasn’t disturbed by the attention and it upset me a great deal.

By the time the party was over, I was absolutely fuming. He didn’t need to let one of the women grab his cock through his pants. He let her hand stay on his crotch without removing it. I felt like it was just to spite me, for telling him no to the marriage. Was he that petty? Where was his decency? Where was hers!? We had done more than that a the bar last night, but we were in a secluded area with no one watching. This was in the middle of a party where anyone could see what they were doing. That hussy wasn’t the only one to throw herself on him, either.

I went up to our room and slammed the door in Rupert’s face. Hearing a muffled yelp, I turned the lock on the door before he could follow me into the room. Ignoring the immediate knocking, I took my clothes off and put a bathrobe. I was intending to have a nice long soak in the bath and ignore him. He was pounding on the door for me to let him inside and I didn’t respond in any way.

Fine, let’s see how he
likes being ignored for a few hours. I don’t know why I was so emotional and upset. It wasn’t like me to react so hotheaded. When it came to Rupert, I could not act like a calm, rational adult in control of her emotions. He definitely brought out both the best and the worst in me.

“Lara, let me in right now or I’ll make you regret it.” Rupert threatened me through the door.

“Screw you Rupert, why don’t you go screw one of the whores throwing themselves at you. Just leave me alone and go find the attention you liked so much, elsewhere.” I finally snapped back and then slammed the bathroom door ignoring him as I started to fill the tub.

I didn’t hear any more banging or yelling. It worried me more than a little that he would actually follow through on what I’d told him to do. He might take it for permission, instead of the heat of the moment tantrum that it really was. I tried to push thoughts of him from my mind and focused on the bath I was trying to get in.