Wolf Rock Shifters Books 1-5: Five BBW Paranormal Romance Standalone Novels (16 page)

Finally Kyla realized that she was behaving in a manner that was probably too familiar for their own good, and she pulled her hand away. He looked at his arm where she’d touched him, as though somehow he expected to see new markings.

“Teach me some Maori words,” she said, looking at his face in the flickering light. His dark eyes shone surprisingly bright against his bronze skin, an intelligence and wariness to him that Kyla recognized from years with shifters. There was a depth, an instinct, in changers that humans didn’t have; a readiness to leap up at the slightest cause for alarm.

“All right. I’m not exactly fluent, but I know a few. Let’s see…”

He looked pensive for a moment, then said, “Maunga. That’s where we are now. A mountain.”

“Mo-anga,” repeated Kyla, her accent poor at best.

“Something like that,” laughed Maddox. “Awa is a river. The Maori are reverent of nature, protective of it. ‘Kai’ is a place where a particular food source is available in abundance.”

“Kai,” repeated Kyla. “That’s my nickname.” She wondered if Maddox saw her as an abundant food source, or at least as something he’d like to eat.

“Waka—that’s one of my favourites—is a canoe.”

“I like that. Waka.”

“And your alpha, Tristan, would be a Rangatira, I think.” Maddox pronounced the ‘ang’ sound with a long a, putting little emphasis on the g, which made the word seem to slide out of his mouth.

“It’s a nice language. Buttery, even,” said Kyla.

“Yes, it is. I always liked my father’s accent.”

“I’ll bet.”

“You’re a beautiful woman, you know,” Maddox added unexpectedly. He looked her in the eye now. “I just thought I should say it so we’re clear. You’re beautiful and sexy. And that shirt suits you nicely.”

“Thank you.” Kyla wasn’t sure what to make of the compliments, though she felt them acutely. For a moment she wondered if he might kiss her, but instead he stood up.

“It’s getting late,” he said. “I assume that you’re okay with spending the night before we head back?”

“Yeah, I think we should.”

“Okay, good.”

Maddox walked over to his sleeping bag, which he unzipped and laid flat on the ground. “You can share this with me.”

“Tell me about your sister,” said Kyla, not quite certain why she was asking.

“And here I thought we were about to go to sleep,” he replied, his back to her as he crouched down. “Okay, my sister: my sister was a sweet girl who didn’t deserve to die so young.”

“What happened to her?”

Maddox stood, his broad, muscled back still facing Kyla. The she-wolf wondered suddenly if she’d overstepped her boundaries.

“She was murdered.” Maddox turned now and looked Kyla in the eye.

“Oh my God. By whom?”

“A rancher. A neighbour.”

“Murdered by a neighbour?” Kyla couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

“Yes. Unfortunately you heard me correctly.”

“I’m so sorry, Maddox.” Kyla felt now that she understood his fear of attachment.

“Thanks.”

She wanted to know more but it seemed wrong to press the bear of a man who seemed now to be so fragile despite his enormity. Instead, she rose to her feet and walked over to him. He turned to her, sensing her form behind him.

She put a hand on his hot chest and felt him breathe deeply under her touch. He reached out and took her wrist, pulling her hand away from him, as he’d done with the young woman in the pub but with more gentleness. Kyla stared into his eyes, refusing to allow him to reject her.

Maddox’s grip was firm and even a little rough as he held her arm out to the side. She knew that he was struggling internally, fighting his bear’s protective instincts. She knew in this moment that he wanted her and was terrified at once, and with her free hand she reached out and touched him again, her palm flat over his heart.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said.

Slowly, Maddox lowered her arm to her side and pinned it there.

“I know,” he said.

Kyla slid her other hand up and around his neck, and let her arm envelop him in a hug, pulling him in towards her body. Maddox gave in then and let both his arms ensnare her form, wrapping themselves full around her, encasing her in heat and flesh.

She wondered how long it had been since someone had hugged him.

K
yla felt
the heat from Maddox radiate into her own body. She was normally a warm creature herself, but continued to be blown away by the intensity of his constant temperature.

She held him, allowing herself to think, to feel, to release her sympathy for his torment at losing a sister as he had, and for his loneliness.

“I want him,” she thought. “But not like this.”

When they released one another, she took his hand and led him to the sleeping bag, where they laid down next to one another. Kyla tucked her head into his chest and allowed a finger to caress his arm again.

“You’re a funny girl,” he said, putting a hand on her waist.

“Am I?”

“In some ways, yeah. I mean, aside from the shifting into a giant wolf thing, even. You’re not like other girls I know. You really are confident and shy at the same time.”

“Comes from being the odd one out when I was younger, I guess. I learned to like myself because the other kids mocked me for my weight, and then when I got older they were terrified of me because they knew I might rip their throats out.”

“Sweet revenge.”

“Sort of. But it makes for a lonely existence. As I said, I have confidence in myself. But not so much in others.”

“I could tell you to. That you should trust people. But it would be wrong of me, when I don’t trust them myself,” he said. “When did you first shift?”

“I was freakishly young. Twelve. Most wolves don’t do it until they’re eighteen or so.”

“I was young too. So were my siblings. We were all romping around as bears before we were ten.”

“Wow, that must have been…kind of cute, actually.”

“I think it was, yeah.”

Maddox went silent again and for a minute, Kyla thought he might have fallen asleep.

“Kyla,” he said.

“Mmmm?”

“If I’m going to be taken into custody tomorrow…”

“Mmm?”

She lifted her face now and looked at him. The lantern was still glowing faintly and she could see a glint in his eye as he smiled at her. Those dimples.

Maddox leaned in then, his hand, which was still resting on her form, sliding upwards from her waist. Again, Kyla thought he was going to kiss her, but he didn’t.

As his hand travelled up her body, he gently pulled the shirt up, exposing her round white hip and her ass.

“Oh my God,” Maddox said as his eyes glanced down at her curves. “You’re so gorgeous.”

He pulled his hand away from the flannel and slid it gently between her white thighs. Kyla let out a gasp.

In an instant, she found herself pulling her legs apart, encouraging him to move upwards.

Maddox looked into her eyes again, an intensity in his own, which searched and waited for her to tell him to stop. But she didn’t.

His long, thick fingers explored the milky flesh, teasing her with light caresses, edging agonizingly slowly upwards until at last they came to the soft mound between her legs.

“Oh, what have we here?” he asked. “It seems…yes, it seems that the wolf has a pussy.”

Kyla felt a gush of wet come to meet his hand, just as his middle finger slid lightly over her slit, taunting her further into a state of utter arousal.

“And a wet one, too,” he added. He let his fingertip linger for a moment on her clitoris, which made her moan softly, before plunging it inside her.

“Oh, God,” she said, still staring into his eyes. Their faces were only millimetres from one another, their lips nearly touching now.

He slipped a second finger inside her now and she squeezed him between her swollen pink folds.

“Do you like this?” he asked, knowing the answer full well.

“Yes, Maddox.”

He pulled both fingers out and, moving his hand to the place between their mouths, he licked them, watching her face as he did so. Kyla longed for that tongue on her own, but the intimacy of watching him devour her wetness off his own fingers was almost as good as the kiss that was sure to come.

A third finger joined the other two, and Maddox drove them all inside her, their thickness making her moan loudly.

“Does it feel good when I put my fingers inside you, she-wolf?”

Kyla felt the animal in Maddox coming to the surface as her wolf writhed inside her, wanting to tear at this man, to play, to bite, to pin him to the ground.

“Yes. So good,” she said, her voice raspy from the pleasure.

“That…is a beautiful pussy,” he said, moving in and out of her in silent, intense thrusts. “Jesus, I’d like to be inside you.”

That was it. Kyla couldn’t hold off any longer. She kissed him, her full lips meeting his, and the reward was worth the wait.

He was tender; gentle, but firm, and she shuddered with the sensation of his soft mouth on hers and his fingers exploring her opening, stroking her pink petals and then re-entering her wet channel, plunging deep inside her.

Their tongues made a meal of one another, searching and exploring, and Kyla wondered for a moment what his mouth would feel like eating her. But of course she knew. It would be fucking amazing.

When they moved apart again, Kyla allowed the assertive animal within her to take full charge. She put her hands on his massive shoulders, feeling his tense muscles, knowing how easily he could overpower her. It excited her to no end, his strength, and yet she wanted to dominate him.

Maddox looked at her quizzically and Kyla dug her fingers into him. Under her touch she felt his body submit as she pushed him down her torso, rolling onto her back as she did so. He slid his way down her form, his mouth now at her belly, and he lifted the flannel which had begun to cover it and kissed her gently, his tongue flicking at her skin as he did so.

He knew what she wanted.

And yet he was teasing her by delaying, and the agony was wonderful.

His kisses moved downwards, towards the thin strip of hair that led his eye to her sweet mound, and Maddox allowed his tongue to explore the short hairs before moving on, his hands gripping her hips, fingertips digging in.

When his broad shoulders were between her thighs, he put a hand on each leg and forced them apart, inhaling her scent and moaning.

“I want you to lick my pussy,” she said. “I need you to eat me.”

“I know you do.”

“Please, Maddox. Please.”

The beautiful creature stroked her slit with his nose first, inhaling as he went, and followed the same trajectory with his eager tongue. He dipped into the shallow crevices on either side of her clit, licking his way towards her sensitive bud, which was now pulsing and throbbing with desire.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Like…this?” With that, he poked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her squirm. He slid both hands under her ass and lifted her to him, his fingers digging into her flesh as he did so.

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

He lapped at her now, his tongue narrowing its field of exploration and his lips wrapping themselves around her flesh as he gently sucked on her clit. She felt his tongue press into her, then come away in gentle flicks as his lips worked some sort of sorcery on her nerve endings.

“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned.

Her hands were on his head now, her fingers running through his hair, directing his face. But he needed no direction. He was a pro, an expert, a master. For a man who said he’d been alone for some time, he sure knew how to pleasure a woman.

For a moment, Maddox let his mouth come away from her. He kissed the inside of her right thigh and then allowed himself the pleasure of biting into her white flesh, which made Kyla shoot her hips upwards in pleasure. He was gentle but aggressive; she knew that there would be subtle toothmarks in her skin, and she liked the idea of this man tattooing her with his own markings.

She moved her hands down to his shoulders again and allowed her fingers to dig into the designs that decorated him, signifying her approval of his actions.

Maddox did the same to her left thigh and then dove back in, eating her voraciously now as his three fingers fucked her. There was no way, she thought, that this could possibly get better.

And then it did.

Maddox bent his ring finger and, dipping his index and middle back into her pussy, he found her tight asshole with his pinky and gently eased his way in.

“Oh. My. God,” she said. No man had done this to her before. She felt that her world had just opened up to a new sensation, and it was a good one. And that was the greatest understatement in the history of the universe.

She pulled the shirt up and found her fingers gently rubbing her nipples, hardening them in the cool air. Maddox groaned.

“I want to make you come,” he said between licks.

“I know,” she said, “and I’m going to. For you.”

His fingers were gentle now, probing her, feeling her inside and out as his tongue centered its focus on her sensitive bud. Kyla looked down and saw the massive, muscular shoulders of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen working between her legs, his every thought intent on her pleasure, on her wet pussy.

And that was it.

“I’m coming,” she moaned, her pussy beginning to squeeze his fingers tightly, pulsing in waves under the touch of his perfect tongue.

“Mmm,” was all Maddox could muster, his mouth on her until he was certain that his work was done. He licked her in long, gentle strokes now, making her shudder with each flick.

Finally, he kissed her clitoris as if to say good-bye and slid up her body, letting his fingers leave their warm temporary home, and rubbed a little of her wetness on a nipple before licking it off.

“You’re fun,” she said, smiling.

“So are you. And delicious,” he said before sucking gently on her other nipple.

He moved up and kissed her softly on the lips before rolling onto his back. Kyla could see his impressive erection trying to escape his boxers.

“We should try and get some sleep,” he said.

Kyla felt disappointed at not having the opportunity to return the favour, but she sensed that Maddox had enjoyed himself nearly as much as she had. This made her like him all the more; his generosity and sweetness. His passion for her body.

She only hoped that she’d get to wrap her tingling lips around him sometime soon.