The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 (Ten BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance Stories) (13 page)

“Why are you here, Paul?” she asked.

“I told you. I could smell your fear. Today at the office, I smelled you and thought that you had the most intoxicating, bewitching scent that I’d ever experienced, but I thought it inappropriate to say anything. After all, you were going through a breakup. I knew that you needed help now, though, so I came.”

A confusing mixture of primitive emotions flooded through Gemma’s mind. She was still scared and shaking after the experience that she had just had with Jack, but the new knowledge that Paul was actually interested in her was sending nervous shivers of excitement up and down her spine. Coupled with the fact that he was a werewolf, it was more than exciting; it was downright exhilarating. 

She was still sprawled on her back on the lawn, and realizing that he was still extending a hand to her, she reached out and took it. The second that they touched, she felt electricity and hormonal excitement course through her veins. It was like nothing else she had ever felt, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. As he pulled her to her feet, he was so close that she could smell him; a faint hint of expensive cologne mixed with a strange woodsy scent. It was a decidedly all-male scent, and something about it made Gemma nearly melt, the heat in her core making her legs weak.

“Thank you, Paul. You didn’t have to rescue me,” she said quietly, too nervous to look into his gorgeous face.

“Yes I did,” he growled. “You think I could leave my dream mate to be hurt and attacked when I could smell that she was in danger?”

“I’m not your dream woman. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you. And I see the most enchantingly beautiful and curvaceous woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. But don’t worry,” he said gently. “I understand that you’ve had a traumatic experience just now. Let me escort you inside, and then I will leave. Although, if you are afraid, I can sleep on the sofa so you know that you will be safe for the night.”

He was right; she had just had a traumatic experience, but on the other hand, she couldn’t ignore the wild emotions that were flooding every inch of her body right now, clouding her mind with needful lust for the amazing man in front of her… or werewolf, whatever he was. It didn’t matter. All that seemed to matter right now was that he was here.

Right then and there, she made her choice.

“I don’t think I want to be alone tonight,” she said, looking straight into his eyes.

They lit up for a second as he growled his response.

“Are you sure, Gemma? You’ve had a rough couple of days. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of that.”

“You wouldn’t be. If anything, you’d make me feel better. Please… take me inside,” she said breathlessly.

Paul let out a deep growl and then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. Marveling at his strength, Gemma closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride as he carried her back up to her house. The door was still slightly ajar, and he kicked it open before entering.

“I want you so much,” he murmured into her ear as he set her down on the floor. “I’ve needed to feel you with me since I caught your scent this morning. I don’t think I can even wait to get you in the bedroom.”

With that, he ripped open his shirt and threw it aside, standing before her and staring down at her with a look of burning arousal in his eyes. Gemma‘s own eyes widened as she took in his tight, well-muscled chest and arms. It looked even better than she had pictured it in her earlier fantasy about him, and she reached out to touch him, gasping as she felt another bolt of electricity shoot through her veins.

He leaned down with intent in his eyes, and Gemma knew that he was going to kiss her. As she felt his lips pressing against hers, she felt as if she had died and gone to heaven, and fireworks seemed to go off everywhere in her mind. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft for a man, and he immediately took firm control of the kiss, his tongue gliding in between her parted lips and greedily exploring her mouth like she was a feast fit for a king.

Gemma had never been kissed like this, and she couldn’t believe how it was making her feel. It was as if no one else had really ever wanted her before, at least not as much as the gorgeous wolfman standing before her now. She had never felt so desired in her entire life, and when he broke away, he saw her face and smiled down at her with an amused flicker in his eyes.

She knew that her face was bright red, and as he reached for her shoulders, she felt her chest rising and falling in short, quick breaths beneath the thin fabric of her nightie. Paul’s hands coasted over her shoulders, caressing her soft skin before sliding the nightie straps slightly down, and after flashing her a wolfish grin, he yanked the straps down. With one fluid motion, the cotton nightie was on the floor around Gemma’s ankles, and her mouth dropped open in shock.

“How did you do that?”

“I’m a werewolf. We aren’t just half-wolf, we are also very strong and fast when we need to be. How do you think I got here so fast when I smelled you were in trouble?” he said, his eyes lingering on her full, soft breasts and the rounded curves of her hips and belly.

Suddenly remembering that she was naked, Gemma felt self-conscious all over again. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Paul stopped her, grabbing her hands and entwining them with his.

“You are perfect to me,” he said. “I don’t want you to ever be ashamed of who you are.”

He looked so earnest that Gemma had to believe him. Taking a step back into her lounge room, she allowed him to look at her. As his eyes lingered on her entire naked body, he let out a series of low growls with his jaw clenched, as if he were trying desperately to control himself.

Lust curled in the pit of Gemma’s belly, and she bit her lip as she watched him. That seemed to inflame his desire even further, because he growled and then moved closer to her, scooping her up in his arms again. He placed her on the sofa so that she was sprawled on her back again and then pounced on her, one of his legs nudging hers apart so that he could position himself on top of her.

As he settled his weight on top of her, Gemma could feel how hard he was through the pants that he was still wearing. Reaching down, she tentatively touched him in that area, but he pushed her hands away, grinning.

“Not yet. It is my job to make my mate feel everything first,” he murmured, leaning down over her right side and sliding his mouth over her ear.

She didn’t know exactly what he meant by that, but something told her it was right, so she threw her head back and allowed him to take control. He began to plant soft, warm kisses all over the delicate skin of her neck, and seconds later, he nipped at her, sending a strange ripple of pain and pleasure through her system. She let out a small gasp and craned her neck back, wanting him to do it again.

Paul growled and then bit at her earlobe, eliciting another gasp from Gemma. She had never experienced anything quite like this before. When Jack had actually bothered to touch her, it had all been about him; her pleasure hadn’t seemed to matter at all. Right now, though, it seemed apparent that the werewolf wanted to forego his own pleasure for a while, just to make her happy.

I think I could get used to this,
she thought, a little smile playing on her lips as Paul slowly moved down the sofa, his mouth descending on different parts of her body as he did so. He continued to plant warm kisses on her skin and then nip at her on occasion, and when he reached her breasts, he growled and took one of her already-stiff nipples in his mouth.

After swirling his tongue over it in tantalizing circles for a moment, he switched to her other nipple, paying both breasts equal attention. His touch sent warm shivers down Gemma’s spine, and she couldn’t help but let out a low moan of anticipation as she felt the distinct heat that was pooling between her legs.

Desperately wanting release and knowing that he needed it too, she reached down and slid her hands through his hair before gently tugging on it. He looked up at her and grinned again.

“Be patient,” he growled softly. “I need to taste you.”

With that, he moved his body all the way down the sofa and then yanked her legs apart further, one finger tracing delicate patterns all over her inner thighs. When he reached the sensitive line between her thighs and nether regions, he settled his mouth over it, flicking his tongue up and down and sending a warm shiver of pleasure shooting up Gemma’s spine.

She half-sat up and watched as the gorgeous man between her legs continued to nip and lick her soft skin, but when his mouth moved further to the left, she gasped and threw her head back, almost unable to contain herself. When he began to flick his tongue in deft circles over her clitoris, she was lost.

Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire as he lapped at her, and she bucked her hips up and down, trying to increase the pressure he was using with his mouth. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and a strong pressure was beginning to build in her core, demanding release.

His tongue continued to dance over her throbbing nub, and just as Gemma thought it couldn’t feel any better, he reached one hand up and gently parted her folds, sliding one finger up to her entrance. She knew that she was already slick with her own desire, and she let out a moan as he pressed the finger inside, probing and feeling her warm tightness as she swallowed him up.

He began to pump the finger in and out as his tongue flicked over her, and Gemma tried to clutch onto the sofa underneath her to stop herself from writhing around. Moments later, the first waves of pleasure swept over her, and her entire world seemed to shatter around her as her climax gathered in intensity.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she gasped and sighed with delight as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, again and again, and when she had recovered, she saw Paul propped up on his elbows between her legs, watching her pleasure with a burning intensity.

His eyes seemed to glow an even brighter shade of amber as she stared back down at him, and his jaw clenched again as he began to move himself back up on top of her.

“Now it’s time,” he growled, reaching down and unzipping his grey pants.

Gemma moaned in anticipation as he began to rub his hard cock up and down her wet folds, teasing her until she thought she would go insane if she didn’t feel him inside her right away.

“Please!” she whimpered in frustration. “I need you.”

Paul leaned down and kissed her again, and as his tongue danced into her mouth, he pressed himself inside her, stretching her and filling her up like never before. As he began to thrust in and out of her, hard and fast, his hips and groin rubbed up against hers, stimulating her still-sensitive clitoris until she felt another pressure building in her core.

Moments later, the pressure was exploding out of her again, and she gasped in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure washed over her again, seemingly sweeping her over a cliff and past her peak.

Reaching around, she grabbed his taut behind and pulled him closer, moaning as she felt him reach even deeper inside her. He continued to move in and out, getting harder and faster with each thrust, and Gemma couldn’t believe that these heights of pleasure were even possible.
This is what I’ve been missing out on
, she realized, and right then and there she knew that she could never be with another man. Her perfect man was right here, on top of her and inside her, and she looked into his eyes as she moved her hips back and forth, matching his rhythm.

Her breathing became increasingly ragged as she moved beneath him, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. It all just felt too good. Paul seemed to sense this, and he slowed down and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her up before kissing her again.

Gemma quivered and trembled uncontrollably underneath him, and as she hit another peak, her toes curled and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head with pleasure. Paul let out a soft groan of pleasure as her muscles erratically contracted and tightened around him, and seconds later he pulled out of her and lay back.

“I want you on top of me. Claim me as your mate as I have claimed you,” he growled.

Gemma didn’t need to be told twice. She climbed onto him and straddled him, and then lowered herself back onto his thick cock, gasping and throwing her head back as she felt him fill her again. She was so slick with desire that he had no problem sliding in and out as she began to bounce on top of him, and as she looked back down at him, she saw him clench his jaw and bite his lip, his yellow eyes blazing with lust.