Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (57 page)

In her office, Dahlia was scared. She’d just failed the second of her two attempts. She smashed two glasses against the wall and sent an inkwell through the window. She kicked the coal bucket, and then kicked it again when it hurt her foot. She said, “Damn little prig. Damn little virgin. Why won’t she act like a normal woman? Any other woman would be chewing nails by now. Why isn’t she?”

Her door opened and Senator Townsend entered. “I can hear you all the way down the hall.”

The Senator bought and sold things; usually human beings and always at a profit. He was big and brutal and liked to take women. He picked her up and threw her on her desk. She was a little dazed. He said, “It’s time for one of your treatments.”

She screamed, “I don’t need a treatment. I need to kick that sanctimonious little tart right in the ass.”

The Senator spread her legs. He pushed her skirt up until it was around her waist. He slipped his hand down inside her panties and stroked her private garden like a kitten. She whimpered once and took three deep breaths. She said, very quietly, “You know what to do when I’m out of control.”

“Yes, I do.”

She breathed deeply. “That’s better.”

“What did the rank bastard do to you?”

“Who cares. It was low and mean, and he’ll pay for it.”

“I want your boobs.”

Dahlia unbuttoned and shrugged out of her bodice. Her small, hard breasts came out into the air. The Senator took one in his mouth and bit and sucked. She whimpered louder as he punished her tender tissues. She whined, “Not so hard. That hurts.”

“Yeah, but you’re not thinking about that little bitch.”

“Well, no, but there must be a less painful way.”

By that time, The Senator had his cock out of his pants. Dahlia rose up on her elbows and stared at it. “It’s gotten bigger. “ She dropped back on the desk. “Be careful.”

“Of course, dear. I’ll be very aware of your delicate sensitivities.” He pressed the head of his cock against her opening and pushed hard. As his cock filled her unready passage, she curled up in pain. “Damn you. Damn you to hell.”

“I thought you got off on pain.”

“Giving” She gasped. “Not getting.”

“Sorry, I didn’t understand.” The head of his cock nestled against the back of her tunnel. He took pity on her and stopped moving for a minute. She calmed down slowly. As her channel moistened, The Senator moved in and out in increasing length and cadence. She smiled slowly as her body began to respond.

The Senator picked up the pace and bit her left nipple. Dahlia went into contractions that rippled through her entire body. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She bumped her hips up into his thrusts.

The Senator made five full-length penetrations and drove deeper inside her than before. She gasped. He groaned and pumped his semen into her. Her eyelids dropped halfway down as she felt the new warmth. She arched her back.

Thirty seconds later, they both caught their breath. The Senator pulled out and stood up. Dahlia began to push her skirt back down her body. The Senator caught her hands. “Leave it there for a second. I want to look.” She put her hands on her knees and spread herself out for him. She grinned as the Senator studied her used, wet anatomy. He sat down. She got her dress in place and leaned against her desk. “What are you going to do to me? Both attempts to reduce the Sheriff to nothing have failed.”

“Oh, my dear. No. You misunderstand. I meant simply that you won’t be getting any more responsibilities or money. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re too good a fuck to let go.”

She exhaled. She had to be quiet. She didn’t want him to see her do it.

“How are you going to get rid of him?”

“Them. I’m going to control them, steer them into an ambush, kill them both and bury the remains.”

Matt and Emma rode out of town toward Misfortune Canyon. Emma said, “Tell me about Cynthia.”

“She’s kind of my sister. She came to live with us when she was six and I was four. I’ve known her almost all my life. The note you’ve got in your hand was handed to me this afternoon at four. Read it again.”

Emma recited;

“Dear Brother,

I’m desperate. Some men have threatened to kidnap me and make me sign over my ranch. Harry is away. I’m all alone. Could you come over quick as you can and bring your gun. Thank you.

By the way, if you know anyone with medical knowledge, bring them. I think I broke my ankle yesterday. It needs to be set.

Love

Cynthia”

Emma said, “That’s why you brought me. I know medicine. Is Harry her husband?”

“Yes. He’s a good man, but he’s not around right now.”

The Rocky Mountains leap up toward the sky west of Rifle Springs. In late June, all of the snow has melted and the Quaking Aspen have sent out their light green leaves. Little creatures scurry through the forests, and big creatures scurry after them.

Emma and Matt drove the buggy up the road through Rifle Canyon. It would have been perfect for their trip if it weren’t for the six-foot deep landslide going all the way across it.

Matt and Emma stopped the buggy and looked at rocks as big as a buffalo’s shoulders. By the side of the road, a hand-painted sign said, “Detour - West” with an arrow pointing up a little used dirt road.

Matt said, “I don’t like this. It could be a trap. But I can’t ignore the letter from my sister.” He turned to Emma. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“Yes. My father taught me before he died. I don’t want to kill anyone if I don’t have to.”

“You probably won’t. Just aim at their legs and shoot as quickly as you can. That should scare them.” He reached under the seat and drew out a rifle. Emma wasn’t afraid of it. She took it her hand with confidence.

Her timing was perfect. She levered a cartridge into the chamber just before she felt the wind from a bullet passing in front of her nose and heard the sound of a shot.

Another shot whizzed between them from behind. Emma knelt on the seat and fired the rifle toward their rear as quickly as she could.

They made it around a bend and found themselves stopped permanently. A big pine tree had been cut down and moved across the road.

Matt said, “We’re stuck. We can’t go backward. There’s a man with a gun back there. We obviously can’t go forward with the buggy. We’ll have to leave it here and hike out.”

“I don’t think we have to worry about your sister. That letter was fake.”

“I agree. We just have to worry about staying alive.”

Matt helped Emma down from the buggy. He grabbed a lantern, more ammunition and a blanket from the back of the buggy and they walked onto a trail by the side of the road. Ten steps in, Matt drew her aside. “This is part of the setup. We’re supposed to be walking along this trail right now. Let’s do something they don’t expect. We’ll get off the trail and go in a random direction. They’ll have to chase us.” He walked up the hill perpendicular to the trail and helped Emma along.

They walked away from the trail up the mountain.

“Where are we going?”

“Safety. That’s all we need. After a few hours of searching, they’ll give up and go home.”

Emma gasped and pointed at Matt’s chest. Blood spilled down staining his shirt from under his arm to his belt. He looked at it and said, “Damn it. They did get me.” He put his hand over the wound and pressed hard. “Let’s hustle along and find a place to stop. We can get me bandaged up and continue.”

“Let’s hurry.”

They went quickly through the forest for another twenty minutes. They were in the middle of another small canyon when disaster landed on them.

Matt had drifted behind twenty yards when they heard a shifting, rattling sound from above them. A landslide came down between them and filled the canyon.

Abruptly, a mammoth stone ten feet high and just as wide dropped down on the ground. The sound and jarring of the earth knocked them off their feet.

Matt panicked when he saw the boulder. He scrambled up the corner made by the big rock and the side of the canyon. The wound in his side ripped open and blood poured down the side of his shirt again.

He scuttled over the boulder and saw Emma standing by the rocks. He jumped down and grabbed her. He said, “Are you alright?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He felt her arms and chest and legs. “Anything hurt? Did any of the rocks hit you?”

Emma saw the blood on his side and said, “You’re bleeding again. We have to stop it before it kills you.”

Both acted on their fear at the same time. Both threw their arms around the other and hugged very tightly.

Matt put his hands on each side of her face. “Tell me you’re not injured. I couldn’t stand it if you were. Does everything feel alright?”

At the same time he was saying those words, Emma said, “Take your shirt off. I need to sew you up. It’s still bleeding. Use your shirt to press against the wound.”

Finally, as a finale to their mutual concern, both decided to kiss at the same time. Their lips met and they struggled into a grasping, emotionally charged kiss.

It went on and on. Halfway through, they both realized that they weren’t kissing out of concern for the other’s welfare but because they now had an emotional bond.

They stopped and looked at each other close up. They studied the wonder and excitement in their faces.

Matt backed off just a little. “We need to get to safety.”

“Wait. Kiss me again. A kiss for love, not need.”

He kissed her very tenderly.

When they both surfaced, Matt looked around. The light was failing. He spotted a dark circle on the side of a mountain. “Let’s go in there.”

They made their way to a cave and went inside. Matt lit the lantern. The cave went back twenty feet. They were the only living animals inside.

Emma pulled his shirt to get him to take it off. She gawked when he did. Concerned as she was about his bleeding, she couldn’t ignore shoulders as wide as a railroad tie and the rock-hard muscles on his chest. She touched them lightly with her fingers. She remembered he needed medical help and dug in the pocket of her skirt. She came up with a needle and thread and a match. She struck the match and put the needle in the flame.

She said, “Hold this” and handed the needle to Matt. She found a little flask in another pocket of her skirt. She poured it over the wound. Matt winced a little. She took a little drink herself.

She poked and separated the sides of the wound. She had to wipe away blood again and again. “It didn’t penetrate. You’re lucky. I just have to sew it up.”

Matt put one hand on the top of his head and stood still while Emma stuck the needle in his flesh and pulled it together.

She looked up at him when she was finished. “You’re very brave.”

“Not necessarily. I need to sit down.”

Emma spread the blanket on the dirt floor of the cave. Matt collapsed on it on his back. Emma rearranged his shirt into a pillow and put it under his head then laid down on his good side under his arm. She rose up to kiss his cheek. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes. Much.”

Emma sat up and swung her leg over his hips. She sat on his hips. “I need to talk to you about something important. Do you remember those kisses we shared earlier?”

“Very clearly.”

“Did you mean them?” She leaned down to look in his eyes when he answered.

His voice was firm and positive. “Yes. I meant them.”

She kept studying his eyes for a few more seconds. “You’re telling the truth.” She straightened up. “How do you feel about marriage?”

“If you mean marriage to you, I want it very much.”

She grinned. “This is going very well.” She kissed him again. “For me, as a nun, the promise before God is far more important than the civil ceremony. I’ve seen men cheat on their wives on their honeymoon. A promise before God seals that commitment.” She leaned down again and rested her forearms on his chest. “Matt Stone, will you marry me?”

He paused. “Yes. Absolutely. But I get to ask. It’s traditional.”

“When do you plan on doing it?”

“If you’ll let me do it without getting down on one knee, I’ll do it right now.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to kneel down.”

“Help me up.”

She got under his arm on his good side and helped him get to his feet. He kept his arm around her. “Emma Tillman, I love you. I’ll always take care of you. Will you marry me?”

Matt watched a small tear form in each eye. He wiped them away with his thumb. She sighed. “It feels just as good as I hoped it would. Yes Matt, I will marry you.”

“Then let’s do it.”

They both made a solemn promise to God to love each other and be faithful then kissed with tenderness and enjoyment.

Emma said, “I’d like to consummate our marriage. How do you feel?”

“I’d have to stay down, flat on my back most of the time.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. If you’ll tell me what to do, I’ll do all the work.”

“Let’s get undressed.”

Matt waited until she’d taken off her blouse and skirt and petticoat. She wore only a camisole and panties. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall down. He stepped out of them. He wore only short pants.

Emma looked down at the outline of his cock. She put her hand on it. “Wow. I’m going to like being married.”

Matt took his short pants off and stood in one place. Emma stared. She reached out with a hand. Matt cleared his throat, markedly. Twice.

Emma said, “Oh.” She got out of her camisole and panties quickly. She stood still in front of him and watched his brain overload. He moved his eyes from her breasts to the area between her legs then back up. Every time his eyes made the round trip, Emma smiled.

She walked towards him. “I can tell you like what you see. That’s important to me as a woman.” She stopped walking. “I don’t know what to do now.”

He found her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Emma gasped. “He’s perfect. He’s so big and hard and long.” She dropped to her knees and rubbed her cheek against his cock and kissed it. She looked up at him. “What can I do with it?”

He couldn’t say anything. He put his hand on hers and moved it up and down his cock. She said, “Oh, I like that. I can feel the hardness underneath the soft slippery skin.”

She did that for a minute then said, “I heard two girls from town talk about how they made their boyfriends happy. They said they put their...their... What do I call this? Penis is ugly. Is there another word?”

He coughed. “Yes. It’s called a cock.”

“That’s a nice, rough, masculine name. It’s a cock. Anyway, they put it in their mouths and sucked on it. I’m going to try that.” Without another word, she swooped down and captured the head of Matt’s cock between her lips then inside her mouth. It just fit. She closed her lips around it and sucked hard. Matt groaned. She said, “I did that right didn’t I.”

He was in the middle of a groan. He interrupted it. “Very well, indeed.” He lifted her up off the floor and kissed her. She hung from his hands and kissed back. He set her down on the blanket gently. “Now, I get to return the favor. Lie on your back.” He spread her knees wide apart and dropped his mouth down between her legs. She moaned when she felt the first thrill of his tongue on her little button. She held her knees apart and tilted her hips up to bring her private garden into his mouth.

He didn’t stop. After a few minutes of intense pleasure, she felt like she was floating on a cushion of sensation. It was soft and loving. Her eyelids closed almost all the way, and she lost herself in the feelings Matt gave her.

Matt felt her hips buck up into his face and knew it was time to move on. Her private channel flushed with fluid. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her sheath and pushed slightly, just enough to let her feel him.

She said, “I’m a little scared. I’m very small and you’re very big. Will it hurt?”

He kissed her. “A little the first time, but we’ll go slowly and let your body get used to everything. Let’s change our position.” He sat down, crossed legged and beckoned for her to join him. She knelt down against him. He noticed that her breasts were at the same height as his mouth and closed his lips around her tender nipple. He switched from breast to breast, biting gently and sucking and licked her nipples. His hand worked on the area between her legs.

She began to moan and twitch. He put his hands under her butt and held her up. “Wrap your legs around me.” She put her hands on his shoulders and crossed her ankles behind him.

He set her down so that her entrance fit over his cock and stopped. “That doesn’t hurt does it?”

She was quiet. Her voice quivered. “No. That doesn’t.”

“We won’t go any further until you open up. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt. Do you trust me?”

She raised her head. “Yes. I trust you.”

“Good.” He brought her close for another kiss. “Let’s do something relaxing.” He held her up with one arm under her butt and rubbed the other one over her arms, shoulders and neck. She made little sounds of satisfaction and leaned into his touch.

She suddenly said, “Oh. You’re inside me.” His cock had slipped inside her channel without before she realizing it.

They waited a few moments to let her get used to the new sensation. She lowered herself until the head of Matt’s cock pressed against her maidenhood. She kissed him again and let herself drop another inch. Her maidenhead shredded like tissue paper. She continued taking him in, little by little, until she was completely full.

She paused then smiled. “This feels very nice. What’s next?”

In answer to her question, Matt flexed his arms and brought her up then let her down. She said, “That’s new. It feels good. It’s rubbing me in front. I like this.”

They kept it simple. She rose and fell until she erupted into her first orgasm. It shook her and made her arms and legs clench and flail around. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she found it hard to breathe.

She felt herself go over a summit and begin to come down. She noticed that Matt looked like a man with his toe caught in a vice. She’d been a nurse. She knew the process and the possible result.

She touched his cheek. “Matt. I’m finished. It’s your turn now.”

Matt managed to get out, “Outside or inside.”

“Inside. I’m your wife. A child would be a wonderful blessing.”

With astonishing quickness, Matt turned them over and put her on the bottom. He penetrated her with enough force to make her belly tremble as if it were having its own little earthquake. She smiled serenely and waited. He made two more penetrations and stayed as far inside as possible.

She said, “Oh Matt, I feel you filling me with your sperm. How sweet.”

He ran out of semen, energy and strength at the same time. He collapsed on top of her. She held him close with her legs around his middle and her arms around her neck. She put one of her hands on the back of his head and cradled him against her neck. “Rest now, my husband. You’ve worked very hard to make me happy. Everything’s alright. We’re together.”

Matt fell asleep. Emma enjoyed his weight and the feeling of security it gave her for another ten minutes then rolled him off onto his side. She turned around and backed into him. He dropped his arms over her and held her close just as she hoped.