The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 2 (Ten BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance Stories) (14 page)

She began to rock back and forth, moving her hips up and down and then from side to side in a figure-eight motion, and her werewolf lover closed his eyes and groaned loudly. Gemma knew that she was going to make him come soon, but she wanted one last orgasm from him before they finished. Grabbing one of his hands, she placed it on her curvy hips, and then moved his other hand to her belly.

He knew what she wanted, and he slid the hand on her belly further down until he was stroking at her clitoris. He brushed the pad of his thumb against the pulsing nub with delicate precision, and Gemma threw her head back again, gasping as she felt another wave of pleasure crash over her, flooding her mind and body with a delicious warmth. As her core contracted and released, she heard a low growl from Paul, and he moved his hips up in one last motion before being overtaken by his own pleasure.

As he came, Gemma leaned down and kissed his neck and chest, enjoying the sounds of his deep groans. A moment later, all she could hear was the sound of his heart beating rapidly and his quick, shallow breaths, and she rolled off him and lay on the sofa next to him.

When he had caught his breath, Paul gently grabbed her face and brought it towards his. Kissing her again, he nibbled on her lower lip before pulling away.

“You understand what this means, right?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “You are mine now, and I am yours.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

“Good. I think I said this earlier on, but I’ll tell you again. I think that if you’re going to be with someone, it needs to be for the right reasons. Before I even saw you, your scent told me that you were right for me. Everything about you is the right reason for me to be with you,” he growled.

Gemma smiled and snuggled into his arms, deliriously happy. The past day had been utter hell until she had met the gorgeous werewolf, but he had made all her problems disappear with ease. As she considered what he had just said, she realized that he was right. She had been with Jack for all the wrong reasons, and now that she was with Paul, she was finally with a man for all the right reasons. She fell asleep in his arms right there on the sofa, finally content with her life and happy in the knowledge that she had found the right man, and that he had found her too.

***

A light breeze swept through Charlotte
’s hair as she made her way up the hillside, kicking mushrooms over as she went. She didn’t want to be out here tending to the sheep today, but her father had taken ill. When he hadn’t been able to leave the house, he had asked her to attend to his shepherding duties for the day instead, and she had to say yes because there was no one else that could do it.

Her three younger sisters were already married off to young men from the village and had their own jobs to do in their own homes. As the eldest daughter, Charlotte should have been married years ago, but she had never been able to find a decent suitor. She assumed that most of the men weren’t interested in her because of her buxom frame and plain brown hair, and she had all but given up hope. Her sisters had always received all the attention with their dainty little bodies and fine blonde hair, and Charlotte had always been ignored as the ‘chubby’ sister.

With the rare few men that had displayed interest in her in the past, she had immediately rejected them, despite the pleas from her family to settle for them. They all seemed weak, and she was a strong girl. She needed a man who was dominant and masculine; someone who could actually deal with her instead of just giving up. Alas, there were no men like that in the small village below the mountains, so it seemed as if she would be all alone for a long time, living with her father and helping him around the house.

Sighing, she sat on a small promontory and looked at the sheep below. They were well-behaved animals, which made her task unbelievably tedious. All they did was eat grass and wander around, bleating on occasion. While she was filling in for her sickly father, it was her job to protect the sheep from possible predators, but it was just so boring. There hadn’t been wolves sighted in these parts for months, and after only a few minutes of sitting and watching the sheep, Charlotte already felt as if she might go insane sitting there all day.
I really don’t know how Father does this. He must have a great deal of things to think about,
she thought.

As she sat and tried to distract herself from the boredom, she thought of all her sisters and the attention that they had received their whole lives.
I want attention for once!
Suddenly struck by inspiration, she got up and raced down the hill, back towards the village.
This will guarantee me some attention,
she thought with a smirk on her face.

When she reached the village, she panted as sweat trickled down her forehead, and a few men turned to her.

“Charlotte? Are you okay?” one of them said, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“Wolf! There’s a wolf,” she said, leaning over and trying to catch her breath, “I ran here as fast as I could. I saw it stalking around the fields up in the hills. Father is sick, so he cannot chase it away, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Wolves haven’t been spotted around here in a very long time,” another man said. “It must be time for their mating season or something. Quick, let’s go!”

He had fair hair and blue eyes, and the look on his face made Charlotte want to melt right into the ground. He looked so worried and yet so handsome, and for once, she was the one getting all the attention.

“This way,” she said.

She ran back up the path that led to the hilltop fields and led the men up to where the sheep were kept. When they arrived, the docile animals were still lazily eating grass, and one looked up and bleated at the new arrivals before wandering away. There was no sign of any trouble.

“There’s no wolf here,” one of the men said, turning to Charlotte with an accusatory stare.

“But… I saw it!” Charlotte said, desperately wanting the men to stay and keep her company. It was so nice to have them around her for once, worrying about
her
and paying attention to
her
instead of simply commenting how beautiful her sisters were.

“Where did you see it?”

“Just over there,” she replied, pointing into the distance.

One of the men stood on the promontory and looked, shielding his eyes from the bright sun as he did so.

“Well, it looks like it’s gone now. We’ll head back to the village, but if you see it again, just run down and call to us. We’ll be back up in a jiffy.”

Sighing, Charlotte sat down again and watched as the men left.
Back to being bored.
Although, she could easily get them back up here again; like they said, all she had to do was cry ‘wolf’ and they would be back in an instant.

Knowing that she would have to bide her time, she sat and lost herself in her imagination for a while, closing her eyes and picturing what she would do if one of the men actually displayed interest in her. She had never seen a man without clothes on before, but she had heard many stories about what their naked bodies looked like.

Whenever her sisters came to visit, they would gossip about their husbands and their bedroom activities, and while Charlotte would feel the usual tinge of shame for still being unmarried, she would also feel another strange sensation deep in her belly. She would feel an odd twinge in her core, as if she were being pulled towards something that she had not yet discovered, and warmth would spread down from her neck until it reached the area between her legs. When that happened, she would excuse herself for a moment and reach a hand up her skirt and petticoat before furiously rubbing on the small, hard nub directly between her thighs.

It always resulted in some sort of wonderful explosion inside her, and she would have to bite her lip to stop herself from gasping and moaning in pleasure. Despite how good it felt, she knew that it would be better with a man, and not just an imaginary one that she dreamed up as she touched herself.

After several more hours had passed, Charlotte decided that it was time for more attention to be paid to her. It would be dark in only an hour or so, and then it would be time to herd the sheep back to her father’s property where they were kept in a pen for the night.

She got up and ran back down to the village, shouting that the wolf had returned. The same men from earlier quickly followed her back up the hill, and she pointed in a random direction, feigning a terrified expression and making her hands shake on purpose.

“It was over there, and it was closer this time!” she said, her voice quavering.

The men looked around again.

“I don’t see anything,” one said, looking suspicious again. “How is it that this wolf keeps getting away so fast?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, chewing her lip nervously. “I suppose they are just very fast runners. Maybe my screams scared it away.”

“What color was it?” the same man asked.

“It was dark grey.”

“Really? That’s strange, because the only wolves that have
ever
been seen in these parts are all light grey and white.”

Charlotte felt her face burning with shame, and she was momentarily lost for words.

“You know what else? It isn’t their mating season for weeks and weeks,” said the fair-haired man. “I just realized that.”

“Were you just making this up, Charlotte?” another man asked.

She looked down at the ground, unable to meet their eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” the man said, realizing that she wasn’t going to answer. “Don’t waste our time like this again!”

As the men trudged back down the path, Charlotte watched them leave, and hot tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe how easily her lie had been discovered. How was she to know the exact coloring of wolves in this region?

Suddenly, a noise from behind her startled her out of her reverie. Turning around, she saw an enormous dark grey wolf stalking towards her and the sheep. It was exactly as she had described to the men. For a moment she thought that it was just her imagination, but as it advanced, she knew that it was all-too real. Its eyes were a bright amber color, and it bared its teeth as it looked right at her.

“No!” she cried, turning back towards the village men who were still retreating down the hillside. “Wolf! It’s really here! Please help!”

From where she was standing, she could see one of the men shake his head, and she knew that no help would come. She had cried wolf too many times today for it to be believable, and they already knew that she had been lying earlier anyway. Turning back to the wolf in horror, she tried her best to herd the sheep away from it.

“Go away! Leave us alone,” she commanded the wolf, hoping that her fear wasn’t too obvious.

Her heart was thumping so loudly in her chest that she could actually hear it, and her palms were getting sweaty. The wolf didn’t even seem to care about the sheep as they bleated and scattered in every direction. It headed straight towards Charlotte, and when it was only yards away it sat back on its haunches and stared at her.

“Please! Leave me be,” she begged.

Something in the beast’s eyes seemed intelligent, as if it actually understood what she was saying. It cocked its head to one side and then bared its teeth at her in an odd sort of snarl before pawing the ground in front of it.
It actually looks like it’s smiling,
Charlotte thought, desperately wishing that the whole experience was a nightmare that she would be waking up from any moment now.

The wolf’s eyes suddenly began to burn brighter, and right before Charlotte’s own eyes it underwent a disturbing metamorphosis. The grey fur began to ripple, and it seemed to stand up in some twisted way as its legs widened and lengthened into what appeared to be human arms and legs. The only feature that remained constant was the bright amber eyes, and only a moment later a powerful-looking man was standing before her.

Charlotte knew immediately what this creature was. Back when she was a young child, other children in the village had told tales of big, hairy wolves that could transform into humans.
Werewolves.
He must be a werewolf.
She had always assumed that they were just a myth made up to scare people, but the children that had told her of them had solemnly sworn that they had once seen one on their old property. And now, there was one standing right in front of her.

“What are you? Are you a werewolf?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Yes. You called for me, little girl,” the man replied. “My name is Darius Silver.”

His voice was deep and gravelly, and Charlotte had never heard something so entirely masculine in her whole life. Despite her fear, it was impossible to ignore just how attractive this man was. He had dark, wavy hair and even features that couldn’t have been more perfect if an artist had sculpted them… and that was just his face. She took in a deep breath as her eyes lingered on his strong, muscular arms and broad chest that tapered down to a slim waist and hips, and he smirked at her as he watched her mouth drop open slightly.

He was barefoot and shirtless; the only clothing that he had on was an old-looking pair of breeches. As he waited for her to reply, he continued to stare down at her, his bright eyes burning.

“I… I didn’t call for anyone,” Charlotte finally said, her heart still pounding in her chest.

“Yes you did. I heard you. And now I am here for you.”

“What do you mean? What do you want from me?” she asked.

“I need a mate, and I have been waiting for a woman to call me. Then you summoned me,” he growled, stepping slightly closer to her with a slightly dangerous look in his eyes.

His strong, musky scent filled her nostrils as he approached. She shrank back from him as he drew closer, but he reached forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her close to his body. He seemed to radiate heat, and Charlotte felt a rush of desire flow between her legs, just as it had when her sisters had told her stories of their husbands.

“There’s been some mistake. I didn’t summon you,” she said.