Dominated by the Ghost: An Alpha Ghost BBW Romance (14 page)

“I wish you’d come with us, Mia,” Heather said as she hugged her close and then turned toward Dylan. “Keep her safe here.”

“Oh, I will,” he promised as he put an arm around Mia’s curvy shoulders and pulled her close.

The others left the kitchen, leaving Dylan and Mia alone to clean up the coffee mugs.

“Do you think they’ll be okay?” she asked him as she got up and began to clear the table.

“Yes, I’m sure they’ll be just fine, but I’m so glad you didn’t go, Mia,” he replied as his hand brushed against her shapely ass as he reached for the dish towel.

“Sorry, Mia,” he breathed.

“Don’t be. I’m not Dylan,” she answered as her butterflies erupted in her belly.

“So, these wolves you think you heard last night were they close?” he asked changing the subject expertly.

He’d deflected the whole sexual innuendo conversation very well much to Mia’s distaste, but she went along with the new topic.

“Difficult to say, they sounded close and as though there were a lot in the pack,” she said washing the mugs.

“Really, that’s interesting,” he answered as he dried the mugs that she’d finished washing. Mia couldn’t work out why he was so interested in the wolves when everyone had agreed there weren’t any in the area anyway.

“Why the interest, Dylan?” she asked determined to shake off his man of mystery image that Chloe had mentioned, speaking of which, she wondered where she was today.

“It would be awesome if wild wolves were here again after all these years don’t you think?” he asked looking at her wide-eyed.

“Not sure about that myself as they can be vicious creatures,” she said quietly.

With that, he threw the towel on the side of the counter as he mumbled something about having to get back to Chloe. Mia gasped as he strode out the front door without a backward glance.

What the hell just happened?

She’d obviously offended him with her comment about wolves. “Jeez sensitive little soul,” she whispered under her breath. “I wish I had gone with the others.” Dylan was supposed to be keeping her company and keeping her safe, whatever that meant—safe from what?

Mia grabbed her snow boots and her hat and coat and headed out into the cold winter air. 

Dylan was long gone by the time she got outside. His footprints were embedded in the snow and she assumed they led straight back to his cabin. That must be where Chloe was.

Mia bit her lip and looked up. It was a sunny day, which cheered her up. She was at a loss. Should she follow Dylan’s footprints and head to his cabin? Or try to track the others down? She opted for the first choice as wandering off alone into the snowy wilderness would be insane.

The footprints stopped at the first cabin and she assumed it was his as she knocked on the door. After what seemed like ages, he answered.

“Mia, what are you doing here?” he asked staring at her awkwardly.

“I came to see if you were okay. You left in such a hurry and I wished to apologize as I think my comment offended you,” she replied.

He opened the door and invited her inside his cabin. “I’m sorry, Mia. I get upset as the wolf is so misunderstood. It’s not a vicious creature. If anything, it fears man and will stay away. They live as a loving pack and always protect their own as humans do with their families.”

“I’m sorry, Dylan. I’d no idea you felt this strongly about them,” she said.

He shuffled his feet and said, “Yes, it’s almost as though I think of them as a kindred spirit. I’ve seen some in the wild Mia. Not here but in Ohio and they’re truly stunning and so awesome with their behavior.”

“That’s pretty cool. I had no idea,” she told him.

“A lot of people don’t. The media likes to tell people all the bad things without telling them everything, if that makes sense,” he explained.

Mia nodded. She liked the new sensitive side he was revealing to her. “Where’s Chloe? Is she here?”

“No. I thought she was but she left a note saying she’d popped out,” he muttered as she followed him into the lounge area.

She gazed around the ornate room in amazement. The cabin was impressive to say the least. Dylan gave her a grand tour, taking her to each individual level. There were three floors in total and two bathrooms. He had four bedrooms along with a games room and an indoor swimming pool. It was incredible and like something out of a dream to Mia.

“Its gorgeous here, and you own all of this?” she asked in sheer amazement.

“Yes,” was all he said. He certainly didn’t brag about his wealth, in fact, he barely talked about it. He walked toward the couch and sat down, patting the spot beside him, beckoning her to join him, which she did.

She felt apprehensive sitting next to him. It was just the two of them in the house and she could already imagine several naughty things she wanted to do. Her fingers trembled as she removed her hat and coat, she noticed him watching her heaving breasts beneath her sweater. Mia nervously folded her coat and placed it on the other side of her on the couch, Dylan leapt up and grabbed it.

“I’ll hang your coat up for you,” he said and she watched his tight buttocks as he walked out of the lounge. He truly was a perfect example of a male with his powerful muscular frame and long, lean legs.

Mia thought about his sexy body on top of hers with his hard shaft pushing into her slick wetness faster and harder. She shifted on the couch slightly as she felt the delightful first waves of ecstasy rushing through her curvaceous body. Her panties were dampening from her naughty thoughts. Thoughts of him pleasing her every sexual desire were driving her crazy.

Dylan returned with two glasses and a bottle of wine. “I thought we could share a drink as Chloe doesn’t drink and I don’t have a lot of company up here, Mia.”

“Normally I’d refuse at this time of the day but what the heck,” she said as she sat back against the soft cushions adorning the couch. He poured their drinks and sat down beside her once again.

“Here’s to a beautiful friendship,” he said as their glasses chinked together.

She took a long sip and whispered, “I was hoping we might be more than just friends.”

“Me too, but I thought you wanted to take things slowly,” he replied staring into her eyes.

“So did I until about ten minutes ago,” she answered as she smiled up at him. He took her glass from her and placed it down on the table before turning back to her and smiling. He tucked a finger beneath her chin and lifted it delicately so she was facing him.

Dylan bent down and captured her soft, trembling lips with a gentle lingering kiss. He seemed hesitant and she reassured him by kissing him back with a passionate kiss. Her moist and hungry tongue found his mouth through his slightly parted soft, pink lips. It slid in and she stroked it to ecstasy with a sweeping swirling motion.

His tongue found hers and joined in the erotic dance as she moaned softly. She kissed him hungrily as though she were feeding from the very sweetness of his mouth. Dylan’s kiss was intoxicating and savagely sensual, awakening a lust in her, which had lain dormant for a very long time.

His hands crept down her body as hers followed a similar trail on his muscular back. Mia groaned as he traced his hands around her curvy sides and up to her achingly swollen breasts. He caressed them through her sweater and Mia sighed heavily and threw her head back. She reached up and pulled the band from her ginger hair, letting it tumble around her shoulders.

She lifted her arms up, and he pulled her sweater off. Mia shook her head, letting her locks fall back into place. She nibbled her bottom lip as she gazed at him. His eyes roamed over her breasts straining against the yellow fabric of her bra. Dylan reached up and unfastened the lace, releasing her now brazenly naked, sweetly curved mounds from the material.

Her thrusting rose-colored tips quivered expectantly and ached for his touch. Mia placed her arms around his neck and kissed him while her naked breasts pushed against his sweater. She tugged impatiently at his top and he removed it for her, groaning as her bare heavy and tender breasts skimmed against his bare skin.

Mia groaned loudly as he cupped one breast in each hand and fondled them delicately. He gently kneaded and stroked them and then lowered his head, drawing one taut nipple into his mouth.

Dylan sucked her nipple as his hand massaged the other breast. Her juices flooded out of her coating her panties with her sexual excitement. Mia trembled, wanting nothing more than for him to plunge his stiff shaft inside her hot, wet sheath.

She reached down and fumbled with the button on his jeans while he did the same to her pants. They both stood up, making it easier to remove their clothing. Mia pulled his jeans over his narrow hips and tight buttocks and gasped as she saw his hard erection sticking through his cotton boxers. Dylan stepped out of his jeans, and then pulled her ski pants down over her curvy hips and off her shapely, silky, smooth legs. He glanced down at her yellow, boy-short panties as he gently guided her to lie down on the couch. Mia shuddered as Dylan’s hand touched her sweet warmth between her legs. The only thing guarding her core from his hands was a flimsy piece of silky material.

He rubbed the soft flesh lying between her smooth thighs and she thrilled at the sensation of silk moving against her wetness and heat.

She arched her back so her hips and ass were off the couch, enticing him to pull her panties down. Dylan curled his fingers around the sides of her underwear and slid them down inch by inch. He threw them on the floor and stood up, pulling his boxers down and displaying his hardness in its full, huge glory.

Mia smiled as her eyes took in the size of his throbbing erection. She reached out a hand and found his thick hardness, grasping it lightly but with a firmness, which ensured his aching shaft didn’t escape her grip.

He groaned loudly as she stroked his length while he stood beside her with his hard male loins close to her face. 
I wonder what he tastes like
, she mused to herself. She turned her head and gently kissed the tip of his shaft. Dylan moaned as her soft lips closed around his manhood and she began to suckle.

It’d been a long time since Mia had given a blowjob, but it was a lot like riding a bike, once you’d done it you never forgot. He tasted good in her mouth, so big and hard and as she moved her soft lips up and down he groaned even louder. He moved forward, allowing her to take most of his length into her mouth.

Her moist tongue teased the end of his shaft and as he hissed and tangled his fingers in her hair, Mia felt her panties dampening quickly. Her tight, warm entrance was ready and waiting for him. She’d never craved something as much in her life.

He pulled out of her mouth and nestled himself between her thighs. Mia grinned loving the way his tight buttocks moved and the way it felt as she grabbed it. Dylan yanked her panties off her legs and she squirmed to assist him in his task. He dropped her panties on the floor and stared down at her as he trailed one of his hands over her form.

She gazed up at him as he pinched and squeezed her nipple. Mia gasped loudly as he lowered his hips and the head of his member prodded her entrance. He pushed himself into her gently and slowly and she wrapped her legs around his warm body.

He kissed her lips as he started thrusting into her harder now. She pulled him into her with her legs as he plunged his hardness into her hot, wet sheath faster. Mia grabbed his tight ass, digging her nails into his soft, warm skin. She’d never had such wild sex and couldn’t get enough of him as he relentlessly pushed inside her. This moment was perfect and she never wanted it to stop. Her throat ached as her screams grew louder with each thrust.

Mia was teetering on the final threshold of passion as her climax approached quickly.

She came with a soul-shattering intensity and felt her erotic release flooding through her voluptuous body.  She wanted more, she’d had her orgasm but still desired more. Dylan pulled out and she glanced up at him as she fought to control her breathing.

“Sit up for me, Mia,” he beckoned.

Mia shifted forward on the couch so she was sitting on the edge. She opened her legs wide, and dropped a hand down to rub her swollen and aroused clitoris while Dylan watched. He pushed his erection against her mouth. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around his straining shaft. He moaned loudly pushing himself further into her mouth.

Mia rubbed her clitoris faster and harder, while moving her lips up and down his hardness. Dylan rested his hands on her shoulders as her mouth worked its magic and grew faster as did her hand rubbing her clitoris. She increased the pressure between her legs and groaned as her orgasm came with a shuddering intensity.

Her climax knocked the breath out of her lungs as she gasped as she tried to continue sucking Dylan and breathe.

“Allow me,” Dylan grunted as he pulled out of her mouth and continued to stroke his hardness next to her face.

She smiled up at him with her mouth open at the end of his huge shaft enticing him to climax into its wet abyss.

His hand moved faster until with an uninhibited groan of satisfaction, he spilled his seed into her mouth. She accepted it and licked her lips with sheer bliss.

Mia had never experienced a sexual encounter like this before and was left shuddering and satisfied. Dylan sat down beside her and smiled as he reached for their clothes. They didn’t speak but it wasn’t an awkward silence more of a contented quietness.