2#Unlikely Mates: BBW Shifter/Vampire Romance (7 page)

Elisabeth
had finished her salad a half an hour ago, yet Becky still picked at hers.
Moving food around with her fork more than actually eating. She hoped to buy
herself more time. The best thing would be to kick Ross out. If she ended it
here, no one would end up getting hurt. The problem was, she couldn’t make
herself do it.

He
stared at her from across the table with the darkest and most intense eyes that
she had ever seen. They made her feel like she was the only woman on the entire
planet. Ross had to be one of the most attractive males she had ever laid eyes
on and he wanted her.
Wanted. Her
. That waitress at the diner was really
pretty with her narrow hips and boobs that would be exactly a handful, which
was perfect according to a certain saying. Forget just a coin, the chic’s ass
was so tight, Becky was sure you could bounce an entire purse off of it…easily.
Yet, instead of interested, Ross had actually looked irritated at the
attention.

Right
now, his eyes narrowed in their scrutiny of her. No, wanted was the wrong word.
He acted more like he needed her…like his very next breath depended solely on
her. Becky shivered. Loving and hating the attention in equal measures.

She
could see that he was getting impatient. His jaw locked. Those endless ropes of
glorious muscles bunched beneath his tight tank. His fathomless eyes darkened
up until she felt like she was drowning in their endless depths.

Ross
shoved himself away from the table and rose on a low growl. So deep that she
felt the vibrations to her very core. So deep, her heart skipped a couple of
beats making her feel out of breath.

“Enough.”
Another low growl. “You. Me. That bedroom. Now.” He had gone all caveman on
her. Too bad she found it sexy as hell.

“We
have guests.” She managed to somehow still sound calm. It was far from true.

“They
are adults and can take care of themselves.”

Elisabeth
and Griffin had moved to the sofa over five minutes ago and were talking and
giggling together.

“I
don’t know if we should leave Elisabeth with…”

“He
won’t rut her.” Ross said under his breath and from between clenched teeth. His
eyes softened. “I assure you that your friend is safe. We need to talk.”

Becky
felt panic well. Talking led to bonding which led to an inevitable breakup
which she was going to avoid at all costs. She shook her head. “I’ve changed my
mind.” She headed towards the bedroom, pulling the t-shirt over her head as she
entered. “Let’s just fuck. Talking is overrated.”

Ross
slammed the bedroom door as she turned to face him. The walls shook from the
impact. Her whole body shook as his feral gaze landed on her breasts. He
growled, exposing a set of fangs that would have a lesser woman cringing. She
watched as he warred with himself and finally tore his gaze from her chest, his
eyes locked with hers.

“What
are you so afraid of? You said at the eating hall that my being a vampire has
something to do with it. I would never hurt you, Becky, you need to know that.”

“I
would hurt you, Ross. You’re really very sweet.” She shook her head.

His
lip twitched. “You won’t hurt me. How could you?” He smiled. “You are a mere
human. So small, so soft and delicate.”

She
couldn’t help but to smile. He thought she was small. Instead of fist punching
the air like she wanted to do, she folded her arms while watching how his eyes
were once again drawn to her boobs. His pupils actually dilated as his gaze
turned heated and needy. Her pussy couldn’t help but to become a bit wet in
response. Okay, it became drenched.

Ross
growled. “I can scent your need but we must talk.”

“Well
stop looking at my breasts like that. I can’t help getting turned on when you
do.”

“You
need to stop pushing them up and together like that, makes me want to…”

“Want
to what…?” It was her turn to sound husky.

He
shook his head and clenched his jaw, his eyes still firmly on her cleavage. His
broad chest heaved.

“Tell
me already. What is it that you want to do?”

“I
plan on giving you pleasure,
not
giving in to a base fantasy that would only
serve me.” His eyes were still on her boobs.

Becky
took in a deep breath knowing that it would push out the twins even more and
was rewarded with a frustrated groan. This was fun. She took both breasts in
her hands and squeezed them.

“Fuck.”
Ross growled while palming his dick through his jeans once before shoving his
hands into his pockets. “Please stop that.”

She
squeezed tighter, sure to keep the twins together and looking at their best.
“Just tell me what you want to do to me and I’ll stop.”

“Fine…”
He growled. “I wish to rut you between your mammary glands. I saw it on one of
your human sex movies once.” His eyes turned pained as they locked with hers.
“You are utter perfection, your breasts would be soft yet warm and welcoming.
It is a fantasy that I have had ever since I had the great pleasure of looking upon
your exquisite cleavage but when we do rut again, know that it is going to be
all about you. I won’t give in to such selfish fantasies.”

Oh
wow!

Becky
would love to see this big warrior lose it between her twins. Just the images
his fantasy evoked had her feeling hot and bothered.

“No,
female.” He growled, his nostrils flaring.

Oopsie
.
Becky suddenly realized that she was rolling her nipples between her fingers.
It was with great effort that she forced herself to let go.

Ross
licked his lips and took a step towards her. “You were afraid that you would
hurt me, and I have assured you that it is impossible. I would like to rut you
now. Take off those pants.” He looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “I will
lick you first. Suck on your little nub until—”

“As
much as I would love for you to lick me, there is something I need to clear up
first.” She took a deep breath. “When I said I would hurt you, I wasn’t talking
about physically. You non-humans form lasting bonds.”

He
nodded. “Yes, we do.”

“I
am not capable of forming a lasting bond. I will hurt you, Ross. I am happy
that you want to spend the night. I really am very turned on right now.” It was
her turn to lick her lips as she admired his thick biceps and broad, strong
shoulders. “But, only if we both agree not to become attached. Sex is one
thing…a relationship is another entirely. Some of the things you said earlier
make it sound like you want more than just hot sex.”

“Can’t
we just take it one day at a time? Tonight can be about pleasure. You can
decide if you want to see me again or not. New moon is days away so no chance
of us mating by accident or anything.” He threw her a lopsided smile that did
strange things to her insides. “Let me stay, please. We both want this.”

That
was the problem. She wanted him a little too much. Rushe, dropping her despite
her insisting that it was a one night thing had possibly left her feeling a
little vulnerable. That had to be it. This was nothing more than rebound
feelings and she would keep telling herself that until she damn well believed
it.

“Don’t
fall in love with me after tonight.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second,
feeling like a full of herself drama queen. “It’s just”—she giggled—“who
wouldn’t after having all of this.” She laughed at her own silly joke while
gesturing up and down her curvy body.

Ross
didn’t react as expected, he growled and advanced. For a moment she wanted to
turn and run. In this moment, he made her feel a little too much like food. “I
am going to fuck you now, little Becky…you might want to call the neighbors.”
He picked her up. “Warn them so that they don’t think you’re being murdered.”

Her
channel flooded as her adrenaline coursed.

Ross
nuzzled into her neck as he moved to the bed. “You will scream very loudly, but
I will not harm you in any way. Call your neighbors.” He put her down on the
bed by the side table. Her landline phone was on there.

“You’re
serious?”

Ross
nodded.
Oh god
…he really planned on making her scream that loud, that
long and that hard that he felt she had to inform the neighbors. Becky
swallowed thickly. “Jessica”—she gestured to the left—“is on holiday. Mr.
Woodrock”—she gestured to the right—“is deaf. The woman that lives upstairs
hates me, so she will probably make popcorn and laugh hysterically while she
thinks I’m dying. The guy that lives below me has already left for his
nightshift.”

Ross
nodded. “So we’re good?”

She
shrugged. “I guess.”

Ross
grabbed her pants at the ankles and pulled them off in one fast easy motion
that caused her to fall back on the bed with her ass over the edge. He tossed
the garment aside and pulled his own shirt over his head.

The
big vampire growled as his eyes dropped between her legs. For the first time in
her life, she felt self-conscience under his intense scrutiny. His hand inched
forward until it cupped her mound. “So soft.”

“A
pussy is meant to be soft.” Then she had a thought. “Wait a minute. Are vampire
females hard down there?”

He
smiled, looking feral. “No. I was talking about your fur.” His fingers thread
through her neatly trimmed landing strip.

“Do
vampire females not have hair?”

He
shook his head, his eyes still firmly on the juncture at her thighs.

“Oh.”
Unconsciously, she started closing her legs feeling a little self conscious.

“I
like it.” He smiled while pushing her thighs open wide, to the point where her
knees were mere inches from the bed. “I need to taste you. You have an amazing
scent.”

She
nodded, rising up onto her elbows so that she could watch him. Ross licked his
lips as he positioned himself between her thighs. His tongue licked the whole
length of her slit, like he was really…tasting her. It was definitely a
non-human thing.

“Yum.”
He said before leaning in until his whole face was buried in her pussy. His
tongue swept across her clit, once, twice before settling on a rhythm that had
her back bowing and a moan escaping.

She
allowed her head to drop back and groaned. “God…you’re good at this.” She
thrust her hips forward for deeper contact, her hips rocking in time with his
wicked tongue.

Ross
grabbed ahold of her hips, holding her in place. She could feel the pleasure
coiling in the pit of her stomach. Her breath was coming in ragged pants,
sprinkled with all out moans.

Becky
cried out when he slipped a finger into her. When he curled the fingertip
zoning in on her g-spot, her lungs stopped working. Her mouth dropped open and
her eyes widened until her lungs finally filled again. When he added a second
finger, she threaded her fingers through his thick hair and her legs clasped
him tighter. “Oh. My. God.” She managed through clenched teeth.

A
third finger joined the party just as he sucked on her clit. Her back bowed
right off the bed as an orgasm tore through her. When he finally released her
she fell boneless onto the mattress breathing heavily.

Becky
cracked open her eyes and watched as Ross removed his clothes. The male was an
absolute stunner. Dark hair, dark eyes, acres of bronzed skin pulled taut
against muscles that would be too good for the likes of Men’s Health Magazine.

She
couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he approached the bed, grabbing her by the
ankles. “I can’t wait to fuck you. To feel how your tight pussy swallows me up.
So tight, so wet, so hot, so fucking mine.” He dropped to his knees on the edge
of the bed and pulled her so that her ass connected softly with his knees.

“I’m
not yours, Ross. Please don’t say that.” Hearing him say the words made her
heart race.

“You
are mine tonight, and if I can help it—”

“Don’t…”
She held up a hand. “If you say anything more then I’ll have to kick you out
and my pussy doesn’t want that right now.”

He
looked like he wanted to say something but locked his jaw for a few beats
instead. “Are you ready to scream, little human?” Ross’ voice had dropped about
a hundred octaves, his lashes fused as he looked down at her.

She
swallowed thickly, nodding once.

Just
then, a loud keening noise sounded from down the hall. Ross gave a lopsided
grin.

“What
the hell are you smiling at? I thought you said they wouldn’t rut.” She rose up
on her elbows and tried to push him away.

“Relax,
Becky, they are not rutting.”

There
was another loud wail.

“It
sure as freaking nuts sounds like something is happening.”

“Griffin
is giving your friend pleasure but he will not rut her.”

“Giving
her pleasure but not rutting her? What the hell does that mean?” Then it dawned
on her.

“He
is licking her—”