2#Unlikely Mates: BBW Shifter/Vampire Romance (3 page)

“No.
Stop saying that. He will be mated to another human female within the next few
days, so you have it all wrong.”

“He’s
a fool.” He frowned. “What is it then? Are you still angry with me?”

“I
should be.” She shook her head and smiled. “But I guess I’m not. The thing
is…it wouldn’t be right if I had sex with two guys in the space of a few
days.”  

His
frown deepened. “Why not?” Ross took a step towards her.

Becky
took a small step back which put the chair at her back. “I’m not that kind of
girl.”

“I
still don’t understand. What type would that be, the type to rut?” His deep
voice seemed to rumble right through her.

“The
type to rut two different guys in the space of a few days.”

Ross’
lips twitched. “I am not a guy and neither was that other male. We are
non-humans. It is perfectly natural for you to rut when the urge strikes.” His
nostrils flared as he stepped closer. “I can scent that you would like to have
me inside you now.” His eyes moved from her eyes to her mouth and back. “Take
off your clothes. We still have time for two orgasms.”

“I
don’t think I should…I mean…no I can’t.” Her chest was heaving like she’d run a
marathon. “Come back in a few weeks…maybe then.”

“No,”
a low growl. “I have permission right now and must act before it is too late. I
need to return by morning. I have missed you, Becky.” His eyes dropped to her
lips which she couldn’t help licking. His eyes heated.

“All
these rules and freaking regulations. I get off work at six. We can meet
then…to discuss it.” She quickly added the last, her voice quivering slightly.
If he so much as touched her, even non-sexually, her resolve would melt.

Ross
took a small step towards her, his neck craned as he looked down at her. She
could feel the heat radiate off of him. “Although rutting is natural, I will
not lie and say that I am okay with this other male having touched you.” His
eyes dipped down and she just knew he was looking in the area where Rushe’s
scent was the strongest. “He marked you many times.”

She
made a squeaking noise instead of an acknowledgement.

Ross’
eyes locked with hers. “His scent on you is driving me a little crazy.”

“You
look fine.” She managed to croak.

“Well
I’m not.” He stepped up flush against her. So close that she could feel his
cock pushing against her stomach. “Please, female. I will make it quick and
enjoyable. We can talk later.”

Her
breath came out in ragged pants and his eyes dipped to her lips. He licked his
own, like she was the tastiest morsel he had ever laid eyes on.

“I’m
not a slut.”

“I
don’t know what that is.” He gripped her hips with his big hands. “Please,” he
growled.

“A
slut is someone who has sex often with many different partners.”

“Then
vampires are colossal sluts and you will fit in just fine or should I say that
I will fit in just fine.” He licked his lips again. “Just say yes…please.” He
growled softly.

“Fine,
but—” Before she could say anything more, he covered her lips with his and
there was a loud ripping noise.

Becky
broke the kiss, looking down at her gaping lab coat. “What the…”

“I’m
sorry.” Ross said as he ripped her blouse and skirt leaving her in tattered
rags with only her underwear still in one piece.

“So
fucking sexy.” He growled again. Ross moved so quickly that she couldn’t
register the motion. There was another quick rip and her panties came down
around one ankle. She felt her breasts spring free.

If
she wasn’t so damned turned on, she’d be angry. Spitting freaking mad. Ross’
eyes heated up a whole lot more as he raked them from top to bottom and back
again. By the time they met her own, his irises glowed.

“I
need you to wrap your legs around me,” he instructed as he lifted her easily.
Excitement coursed through her as she complied.

Using
one hand, he anchored her against him while the other tore at his pants. Ross
spun them around, he walked a step or two, putting her back to the cold, hard
wall.

“Hold
on.” It was the only warning he gave before he plunged into her.

Becky
moaned in both pain and pleasure, especially considering that her pussy was
still a little tender after the last session with a certain shifter. She
immediately felt a little bad and a whole lot slutty but Ross made a sound of
utter rapture. “Never felt this good.” He started moving. Fast even strokes
that had her clutching his back.

His
next statement would’ve had her feeling confused if it weren’t for the fact
that she was about to come…hard.

“I
love fur.” Ross growled, pounding into her. Both hands on her thighs both
holding her up and open.

“Fucking
amazing,” he snarled. Flashing her a pair of long, scary looking fangs. “So
small.” He grit his teeth. “Everywhere.” He changed his angle, thrusting into
her from below…hard. “Better than I imagined.” He squeezed his eyes closed, his
jaw locked.

Her
skin felt tight. She was moaning, whimpering, groaning with each pump of his
hips. So close to coming that her whole body vibrated with the need for
release.

“So”—he
kept thrusting—“tight.” Ross growled, and then he kissed her neck, nipping at
her gently. There was a light pinch as his fangs touched her skin.

“No
biting.” She moaned even though a voice inside of her wanted to urge him on.

“I
need you to come for me.” As Ross spoke, he used one hand, pushing it between
them to pinch her clit.

Becky
threw her head back as she flew apart on a scream. Her nails bit into his back.
Her legs clamped around him.

Ross
roared, jerking against her as pleasure invoking hot bursts inside her had her
eyes rolling back.

The
door cracked open behind them. Ross pushed his body more firmly against her.
She linked her ankles at his back.

“Are
you okay, female?” Griffin asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

Ross
continued to rock into her, moving ever so slowly.

“Oh
my god, Becky, are you okay?” Elisabeth sounded hysterical.

“I’m
fine.” Her voice came out sounding confident, clear, authoritative even. Go
figure, considering she was still on the back end of a mind blowing orgasm.

There
was a heavy male sigh. “Good. I was afraid Ross might have drank from you and
gone into bloodlust mode.”

“What?”
Elisabeth still sounded hysterical.

“Relax,
pretty human, they were just rutting.”

Becky
groaned, covering her face with her hand.

“What?”
she heard Elisabeth say. This time she sounded shocked.

“I
believe you humans call it fucking.” The door clicked as it closed.

Ross
stopped moving, he pulled back slightly. Becky let her hand drop away from her
face. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. Soft, sweet, almost
chaste…almost. It still got her heart racing all over again. She moaned as she
felt another pinch on her clit, causing pleasure to zing through her. Ross
removed his hand with a light sweep of his thumb over her nub, making her moan
again.

“Thank
you.” He kissed her again. This time it was the barest brush of the lips. It
left her wanting more. This whole encounter left her wanting more. “I will meet
you at your place at six.”

She
nodded. Not trusting her voice.

“I
could pick you up,” he added.

“No,
that’s fine.” She had walked to work today. It would be best if she walked
back. It would give her some time to think.

“I’m
going to put you down now.” Ross put his forehead to hers, making a pained
noise as he carefully eased his still engorged cock from her body. She bit her
lip to prevent herself from whimpering at the loss. He lowered her, and she
heard a clicking noise as she stood onto shaking legs. Oh god, she still wore
her heels. She looked down at her tattered clothes. “How could you?” She
lightly smacked the side of his arm.

He
frowned. “What did I do?” Ross repositioned a still rock hard cock back into
his pants.

Becky
swallowed thickly, remembering how it had felt deep inside her. “You destroyed
my clothes. I have a patient arriving in two minutes.”

He
tried to pull the scraps together but they were damaged beyond repair. “Oops,” he
said while throwing her a lopsided grin. “I like you like this.” His eyes moved
from one curve to the next. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste.” He licked the finger
that had strummed her clit and made a sound of rapture. It should be creepy and
gross her out, but just like with Rushe, she found herself reveling in the fact
that he enjoyed her taste.

She
shook her head, trying not to smile back. This was a disaster. She had a spare
lab coat and the red heels on her feet but that was it. Becky walked to the
closet and removed the coat. Ross made a low rumbling noise. When she turned
her head to him, his eyes were firmly on her ass. “You are a vision.”

“If
I don’t find something to wear and soon, I’ll be a vision to a lot of people.”

He
frowned. “I don’t want any others looking at you.”

“Wait
just a second.” She pulled on the coat, doing the buttons from top to bottom.
It fell to just below her knees and was made from a thick cotton fabric so she
was sufficiently covered. Her blouse sleeves still poked out at the ends so it
looked like she was dressed underneath. “This”—she pointed from him to her and
back again—“is all about the sex…rutting. Don’t get all possessive on me. You
go back to your coven in the morning…no harm, no foul.”

“There
will be no harm or foul…I will make you scream, but I will not hurt you, Becky.
That much I can promise.”

She
rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant. This thing”—she moved her hand
between them again—“is just for tonight.”

“I
have been granted permission for one night only. I leave in the morning.” His
eyes darkened as they landed on her lips. “But, you are exclusively mine for
the duration.”

“Fine,”
she huffed. It’s not like Rushe would be making a sudden appearance or
anything.

There
was a knock at the door. “Your twelve thirty is here.”

“We
will finish this later.” Ross winked.

Becky
sighed, glancing down at her attire as he gave her his back and walked towards the
door. She noticed that her panties were still around her ankle in a ripped
mess. Ross clasped the door handle.

“Oh
god.” Becky yanked them off, shoving them into her pocket. “Keep taking the
medicine I prescribed, Mr….Ross, and you’ll be just fine.” She fell in behind
him, trying to look as normal as possible.

“I
plan to healer…Doctor Shaw.” Ross looked at her over his shoulder while grinning
broadly. “I’ll take more this evening…again during the night and some more in
the early hours of the morning…I must warn you though, doctor, I doubt it will
help. I don’t think I can be cured.”

“You
had better be,” she managed to choke out.

Elisabeth
still looked pale.

“Goodbye.”
Ross winked at her, then made for the door in determined strides.

“Goodbye,
beautiful.” Griffin addressed Elisabeth, who smiled shyly while blushing
profusely. He too made for the front exit.

“Has
my twelve thirty just arrived or has she been here a while?” She whispered when
she was close enough to her receptionist who handed her the patient’s file. She
would die if this uptight looking woman in the waiting area had just heard them
go at it.

“One
minute ago.” Elisabeth whispered knowing exactly what Becky really meant. “Your
hair needs a finger brush but otherwise you’re good. I can’t believe that just
happened.” Her eyes were wide. They also shone with…what looked distinctly like
envy and maybe a little awe.

“We’ll
discuss it later.”

Although
Elisabeth was still in her twenties, she was a nerdy schoolmistress type.
Perfect for an admin assistant slash receptionist. She pushed back her glasses
and smoothed her blouse. “I look forward to it.” With a wry smile she added,
“Your next appoint will be here in ten. You are officially running late.”

“I
know.” Becky huffed, glancing at the file. “Please follow me, Mrs. Stanley.”

“I
solemnly swear not to tell anyone that you had sex with a really hot vampire.”
For the first time since interviewing Elisabeth a year and a half ago, the dark
haired beauty removed her glasses and looked at her with a riveted expression
on her face. “Was it really as good as it sounded?” Her cheeks turned crimson,
but her eyes sparkled mischievously.

“As
my employee, I don’t think this line of conversation is appropriate.”

“Really?”
Her receptionist slid her glasses back into place. “I heard you scream while
you orgasmed, not”—she glanced at her watch—“six hours ago and you want to play
the ‘I pay your salary card’?”

“Don’t
make me freaking fire you.”

“You
can’t, I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t understand why talking to me
about this is such a big deal.” She shook her head while she spoke.

“It’s
not a big deal…” Becky sighed loudly. “I guess I just feel a little
embarrassed. That should never have happened. I should’ve had more willpower. I
work here…” She looked around her. It had taken her a long time to build up a
thriving business. To have been able to afford to hire Elisabeth in the first
place. “You’re my employee for god’s sake. I can’t believe I had all out noisy
sex during my lunch break when anyone could’ve come in.”

Elisabeth
shook her head harder. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun at the back
of her head. “Okay first off, I turned the sign on the door to ‘closed’. I
would say that you’re welcome but it’s my job to make sure that things run
smoothly around here and that includes none of your patients hearing you have
what sounded like a spectacular orgasm.”

Becky’s
mouth fell open.

“Next…”
Elisabeth went on. “If a hot guy like that walked in and threw me on my desk
and ripped off my panties, I would have a hard time saying no…I can promise you
that much.”

“How
did you know he ripped off my panties?” Becky checked her coat pocket to make
sure they were still there and felt a crumpled up ball.

“Oh
my word…he actually ripped off your…” She clasped a hand over her gaping mouth.

Becky
sighed. “I’m not sure that I want to spend the night with him.”

“Why
the hell not?”

“It
was too explosive.” Like they were made for one another. Then again, it had
been the same with Rushe so maybe explosive was how non humans fucked. The
problem was that Ross had also said that he didn’t think one night was enough
to cure him. Although he had been joking, she couldn’t help but to feel that he
was being serious. Maybe she hadn’t been clear enough about this only being for
one night. What if he wanted more?

Panic
set in. She wasn’t ready for a relationship. Why did she keep meeting such perfect
guys and exactly when she wasn’t looking?
Breathe. Relax. Stay calm
.
Rushe would find himself a mate in a matter of days. He was so sweet, polite,
sexy…he deserved to be happy. To be with someone that was ready to settle down.
Why was it that the thought of that certain someone made her want to rip out
the woman’s eyeballs with her bare fingers? She took a few deep breaths. Even
if she didn’t like it, Rushe would be off limits all too soon and it was for
the best for both of them.

Ross
was another story all together.

“I
don’t get it. The sex was so good that you don’t want to see him again?
Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” Elisabeth pulled her bottom lip between
her teeth.

“I
think he might want more than just sex. I think he wants a relationship.” Becky
pulled a face.

“And
you aren’t interested because…” Elisabeth paused, “…he’s not human?”

Becky
shook her head. “No, that’s not it. I don’t want any relationship right now. I
need to concentrate on work.”

Elisabeth
pouted for a few seconds. “Work isn’t going to keep you warm at night or grow
old with you. Work is not an excuse.”

“This
practice is only just starting to really pick up. I can’t afford to fall in
love.”

“I
don’t see how one has to do with the other. You can date this vampire and still
work.” Elisabeth folded her arms.

“I
promised myself that I would play the field a bit. I married too young and to
the wrong person. I need to live a little.”

“And
allowing yourself to fall in love would mean you’re…not living? You’re not
making sense.” Elisabeth raised her eyebrows. “I would understand if you were
some eighteen year old girl, but…”

“But
what?” It was her turn to fold her arms. “I’m unmarried and reaching my late
twenties, is that it?”

“No,
that came out wrong. Age doesn’t matter, but your excuses for not wanting a
relationship are weak.”

“I
just want to have some fun. I don’t want the heartache and pain that comes when
the relationship ends.”

Elisabeth
nodded. “Okay, this is starting to make more sense. You were terribly hurt when
your husband left you and don’t want a repeat.”

Becky
had to laugh and Elisabeth looked at her with a confused expression. “Actually,
I left him. He was the one that was hurt. I don’t think I’m capable of
long-term. Non-humans mate for life. Can you imagine the mess I would leave
when I left the poor male?” She sighed. “The problem is, I’m wired like all
other women. Of course I want love and forever after, so I have no problem
falling in love. It’s the staying in love that’s the problem. True love is not
going to happen for me.”

“Okay…that’s
a lot more complicated and I’m finally understanding. So these non-human guys
are in it for life? Like as in they don’t do divorce?”

Becky
nodded. “As in forever after.” She watched as Elisabeth’s face turned all
dreamy.

“I
can see that you like the idea of that. I happen to know for a fact that the
shifter males are looking for mates…oh shit”—she covered her mouth—“I probably
shouldn’t have said that. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I’m
a stay at home, nerdy bookworm. Relax.” Elisabeth licked her lips. “I won’t say
anything. Thing is, I kind of really liked those vampires.”

“Don’t
knock the shifters till you try them. You would be pleasantly surprised.” Becky
bobbed her eyebrows.

“Oh
my gosh. You’re talking from experience aren’t you?”

Becky
held up a hand. “I don’t want to talk about it and I mean it this time. I need
to order you around tomorrow and right now you already have too much on me.”

This
whole thing had made her realize one thing, she really couldn’t meet with Ross.
Just like Rushe, there was a danger that she might fall for the male. It would
be all too easy. What if they did end up mating? Non-humans didn’t do divorce.
She didn’t do forever, it left them in a bind.

Becky
sighed. “I can’t go home.”

“You
could come to my place.”

“I
don’t want to intrude.” Becky shook her head, looking down at her attire. “If I
wasn’t dressed like this I’d go grab some dinner and lay low for a while.” Ross
wouldn’t wait around for hours. Non-humans didn’t have that kind of patience.

“I
have my gym clothes in my bag?” Elisabeth raised her eyebrows.

“You’re
at least two or three sizes smaller than me.”

“I
like roomy clothes when I’m exercising so it’s drawstring sweatpants and a
t-shirt. We could catch some dinner and then swing by your place to make sure
that the coast is clear. Are you sure you want to miss out though?”

No.
“Yeah. It’s the right thing to do.” She could hear the disappointment in her own
voice. “Okay, let’s do this. Thanks for the support.”

Elisabeth
nodded. “Sure thing.”

****

They
decided on a diner just a few minutes’ walk from the clinic. At least no one
would look at her strangely given her choice of attire. Or in this case, lack
of choice. Becky walked in close behind Elisabeth, hoping that no one would
notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Heels, sweatpants and a t-shirt, she was
a hot mess as the saying went.

The
waitress brought them menus and then their drinks. They both ordered salads and
sat back to wait. Part of her wanted to just go to Ross but the scaredy pants
part won out so she sipped her diet soda and tried not to think about all that she
was missing out on.

“You’re
second guessing yourself aren’t you?” Elisabeth asked.

“Hey,
sexy.” Two guys sat at the booth alongside them. They were good looking, in a preppy
kind of way and somewhere in their mid twenties. The guy that had spoken had
his eyes fixed on Elisabeth. “You should let your hair down. Undo the top
button of your blouse.” He licked his lips, his eyes dipping to her breasts.
“Join us for a chat.” He winked suggestively.

“Not
interested.” She rolled her eyes at Becky. “Where were we? Oh yeah, if you’ve
changed your mind then we can get the salads to go. It’s only half past six so
I’m sure he’ll still be there. Probably thinks you’re just running late.”

Becky
shook her head. “I sent him a message after the second missed call. It was
while you were in the bathroom before we left. I let him know that I’m not
coming. I asked him to go.”

“We’ll
join you ladies then?” It was the other guy this time, his eyes were on Becky.

She
so didn’t need this.

“You
heard my friend, we’re not interested. Please leave us alone.” Becky said while
looking back at Elisabeth.

“We’re
snipers.” The bozo grinned wildly like the fact that he could shoot a gun would
have her pulling down her panties. Then again, she didn’t have any panties to
pull down. That fact annoyed her.

 “Leave
us alone.” Becky said, raising her voice for emphasis.

“Do
you even know what a sniper is?” The other bozo asked.

“We
know.” Elisabeth sighed. “We just don’t care.”

“Look,”
the bozo that had been interested in Becky just seconds before narrowed his
eyes at her. “We’re out of your league. We fuck chicks that are way hotter all
the time. She”—he gestured at Elisabeth—“needs a bit of make-up and the carrot
removed from her ass. And you only have one thing going for you, a descent pair
of titties. Now get your fat ass over here and be thankful we’re even talking
to you.”

“What
did you just say to her?” A deep, familiar voice sounded and Ross stepped up to
the table.

Both
assholes jumped to their feet, the table rattled and their sodas spilled. “You
heard me.” The bozo said while looking at Ross from head to toe and back. An
arrogant smirk appeared on his face. He put one of his hands behind his back.
“There is a saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall. I have a loaded
gun and won’t hesitate to shoot you, motherfucker.”

Ross
smiled, he folded his arms across his broad chest. “If, and it’s a very big if,
you were quick enough to shoot me, you had better have silver bullets in that
gun of yours. If you don’t, I will kill you straight afterwards with my bare
hands. I would like to take a bet that you don’t actually even get a chance to
get a bullet in me, silver or otherwise…”

Bozo’s
face paled. “You’re one of them.”

Ross
nodded once. “For the record, just because you are the type that fucks their
mother, I would appreciate it if you didn’t assume the same about the rest of
us.” Calm, cool, deadly. Becky almost had to strain to hear what Ross was
saying.

Bozo’s
face turned red and his jaw locked but he didn’t respond. “Come on, Simon,
let’s get out of here. Those two aren’t worth it.”

“I
really should beat you for your comments,” Griffin growled. “Would you like me
to beat them?” he asked Elisabeth.

Her
receptionist swallowed hard and shook her head.

The
bozo actually cowered and whimpered as they scampered away from the table and
left the diner.

“Thanks
so much. Those guys were serious assholes,” Elisabeth said, her eyes on
Griffin. He leaned forward and whispered something into her ear which made the
normally together woman giggle.

“I
hope you didn’t listen to anything he said.” Ross sat down next to her as he
spoke, the space suddenly felt cramped. Especially when his thigh brushed
against hers.

She
shrugged, feeling the familiar pain. Her mother had put her on countless diets
growing up. Curvy was her natural build. Becky ate healthy most of the time.
She exercised regularly and actually loved herself just the way she was, but at
times like these she felt like an awkward teenager again…her mother monitoring
everything she ate, telling her that a tight, perfect ass was just around the
corner. When she liked her booty just fine. Why the hell did skinny have to be
considered beautiful? All women were beautiful regardless of their size. Why
couldn’t her mother understand that?

“I
can see that you are shaken.” Ross slid his arm around her waist. “Would you
like me to go after them? I could…I don’t know…break an arm or a leg. I
wouldn’t do major damage.”

Becky
giggled while shaking her head. “No, please don’t bother. They’re not worth the
effort.”