CRAVE (BBW Shape Shifter) (Northern Terrace: A BBW Paranormal Romance Series Book 2)

CRAVE

Elle Gordon

NORTHERN TERRACE:
A BBW PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES

Book 2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Text copyright © 2014 Elle Gordon

All Rights Reserved.

“Grant usually would lie to a woman at this point. Cassie, however, seemed to be something a bit different. There was elegance to the way that she moved. In just the brief few moments with her, Grant could tell that she wasn’t like any other woman that he had ever met.”

Table of Contents

Awake

Northern Tavern

The Stream

Pheromone

Hide and Seek

Crave

              Grant Ryder never listened to the advice of others. He considered himself a renegade; a maverick without fear. Some others just called him an asshole. He didn’t care about anyone else. All Grant wanted was to please his cravings for good beer and tight pussy.

              Every traveler had heard strange stories from Northern Terrace. Most of them are just considered old wives tales about seductive monsters that lived in the brush. Grant had heard of these, too. However, he still found himself naked on a thorn bush that night. Grant’s muscular body was completely naked and stiff all over. A slight breeze came through the trees, blowing against his dark brown hair, and grazing his still erect cock.

The full moon bright and brilliant was high in the sky. Grant, on the other hand, was alone and bleeding. Several puncture marks ran across his arm. Thin lines of crimson streamed onto the leaves below.

Drip. Drip. Drip
.

The rattle against the leaves was like raindrops. This was also the sound that awoke Grant from his unconscious state. His neck was the first thing that ached. Small throbs pulsed from his spine and into his skull.

Where am I
? He wondered. Still with blurry vision, Grant sat up. That was a mistake. The thorns dug deeper into his skin with each movement.

“
Ah
!” he groaned. The crickets chirping near him suddenly stopped. After a few moments of silence, they picked their song back up again. Just as he thought that he’d never remember how he fallen there, Grant’s mind was hit with a jolt.

Two night’s earlier, when the moon wasn’t as full, Grant ended up at a bar near the outskirts of Northern Terrace. It was a divey sort of place with a lot of sketchy characters. Grant, however, didn’t mind. He was big and as burley as they came from his hometown of West Rock. The girls had seen his typical antics. They loved his wide, muscular body. They played with the waves of his sandy blonde hair. They kissed their soft lips of against his stubble. Then they all ended doing the same thing: slurping on his famously massive cock.

Grant wasn’t ashamed that everyone seemed to know how big his cock was. Nor was he embarrassed that he had fucked most of the women in the town. In fact, that had been the reason that he was on the run. A small town like West Rock was known for bikers and tougher type. Grant happened to have fucked the wrong man’s girl.

He couldn’t remember her name, but he did love his large, melon-like breasts. She eagerly bounced up and down on his fat cock. Grant also loved how she screamed and yelped loud enough for everyone in town to hear. Unfortunately, her husband also heard her. When he came home, she leapt high into the air. While the two of them argued, Grant strapped on his pants and headed for the window.

The next thing he knew, Grant was riding along the desert highway on his bike. The town had become too small too quickly. Like a mythical oasis, trees suddenly appeared in the dry sand. They shot up higher and higher as he rode. Then Grant came upon a partially lit up sign.

Northern Tavern.

It sounded too similar to Northern Terrace, a place Grant had always wanted to visit. As soon as he stepped inside of the bar, he realized that he might not be very far away. The bartender was burly and grouchy. Hair nearly covered every part of his body. A deep gash ran across his face near his right eye.

“You sure you want to drink here?” he grumbled as he looking up and down at Grant.

“Sure,” Grant said tilting his head slightly at the condescending tone of the bartender. “Why not?”

“Men fear this place,” the bartender growled.

“What if I don’t?”

“Then you might be fucking stupid.” Grant and the bartender glared at each other for a moment. It seemed that bluntness was this tavern’s lingo.

“Give me a drink,” Grant commanded, breaking the silence.

“What’ll you have?” the bartender grunted.

“Your darkest beer,” Grant said as he slapped the countertop. The bartender turned and pulled out a tall, spotty glass. Then poured from a black tab. A frothy whirl rushed around to the brim. The bartender slid the glass over to Grant, who used fast reflexes to pick up the glass before hitting the floor.

Just as Grant took his first swig, he noticed her. She was standing at the pool table with thick legs, wide hips, and tight denim shorts. The girl’s dark brown hair swayed back and forth as she danced to the rhythm of the blaring song from the jukebox beside her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her perfectly curvy body. However, Grant loved looking at her luscious breasts the most. They stuck plumply out of her top, which was just was old metal band shirt from The Killmars. Still, she looked too young to know that band.

Grant realized how horny he still was. The thick beauty from his hometown had been interrupted during his work. Now he wanted to slide his cock into something even tighter and wetter. Without a moment to spare, Grant grabbed his beer and headed toward the pool table.

“Do you know a song by The Killmars?” Grant smirked at the voluptuous woman. He had a theory that mocking a woman made the pathway to the bed a little easier.

“Why wouldn’t I?” slyly asked the woman.

“You just don’t look old enough,” he replied.

“Neither do you,” she said glancing up at him. Then she bent over and shot the pool cue, sinking two balls.

“Nice shot,” Grant replied.

“Thanks,” she said.

“I’m Grant,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Cassie,” she replied as she went for the eight ball. As she bent over, Grant saw her red lace thong bubble from the top of her voluptuous cheeks.

“Playing pool all alone?” Grant smiled at her from behind his glass. Suddenly, Cassie stopped. She stood up and threw the pool stick onto the table.

“What do you want, Grant?” she asked, looking him in the eye. The move was unexpected. Also, Grant wasn’t used to women being this direct with him.

“Just some light conversation,” he shrugged. “That’s all.”

She stared at him in the eyes. Her thin trail of mascara over her vividly green eyes was daunting.

“If you wanna fuck,” Cassie started. Then just say that you wanna fuck.”

Grant looked around the room to see if anyone else had heard. It seemed as though the music had blared her talking. That or this type of thing was typical around here.

“I never said that.”

“I can practically smell how horny you are,” Cassie said looking him in the eye.

“Fine then,” Grant said. He chugged the rest of his beer, slammed it on a wooden countertop, and walked over to her. They were nearly touching as he towered over her bounding body.

“I wanna fuck,” he said glaring at her in the eyes. Cassie began to giggle. “What’s funny?”

“How many women have you slept with today, Grant?” she asked, stilling smiling from her light laughter. Grant didn’t like the way that she laughed at him. He wanted to shut her up by shoving his cock deep into her pretty little mouth.

“None,” Grant lied.

“Grant…” Cassie said wearily. Then she pointed to her nose. It was as if she was signaling that she knew more than he wanted her to know. “Be direct.”

Grant usually would lie to a woman at this point. Cassie, however, seemed to be something a bit different. There was elegance to the way that she moved. In just the brief few moments with her, Grant could tell that she wasn’t like any other woman he had ever met.

“I want to fuck you,” Grant said, annunciating each word with keen precision.

“Very good,” Cassie smiled. She ran her hands down the front of Grant’s shirt. He felt his cock growing as she touched him. “Meet me outside in five minutes.”

              “That might be too long,” Grant said with a curled lip.

              “You’ll just have to wait then,” she replied. Then Cassie made her way back to the pool table. “You better get going before I change my mind.”

              Grant usually didn’t it like it when women took charge. However, something about Cassie got his blood coming to a rolling boil. He headed to the bar to pay the tab.

              “That one is more trouble than she looks,” said the bartender through his scarred eye.

              “Good,” Grant said as he slammed down a wrinkled bill onto the counter. “I like trouble.”

              Grant grew impatient as he waited. Ten minutes had gone by when Cassie said only five. His cock was stick thick inside of his riding jeans. He so badly wanted to plunge it into her pussy as fast as he could.

              “Sorry!” Cassie said as she strolled out of the bar. “I had to find my purse and then I got caught up talking to one of the waitresses.”

              “Are we gonna fuck or what?” Grant asked. Cassie walked past him and gave him a sideways look.

              “We’re gonna fuck alright,” she said. “Follow me, Mr. Eager.”

              “Where are we going?”

              “Well, we’re sure not as hell going to fuck right here for all of these creeps to see.”

              Grant started to follow her down the gravel covered path. Cassie reached the edge of some fir trees and walked through them.

              “In the woods?” Grant asked.”

              “Oh, c’mon!” she yelled out. Grant, feeling hornier than ever, ran after her. Inside of the dense foliage, he had to break branches. He was a big guy with wide muscles. Getting through this opening was much harder for him than Cassie. She seemed to swing her hips with ease, dodging all of the branches and shrubbery as she went.

              Finally, Cassie stopped moving. They had reached an opening near a stream. The water rushed through a clearing covered in dry pine needles. Grant could smell the fresh water mixed with the pine in the night air. The ground didn’t look comfortable there, but he was so horny that it didn’t matter where they did it. He just needed to fuck.

              “Ready?” Grant said as he pulled his shirt from over his head. Cassie smiled as she saw his two boulders for pectorals. They were massive and impressive to her. She could feel a warmth growing between her legs.

              “Wash yourself in the stream,” she insisted.

              “What?” he asked, dumbfounded. “Why?”

              This upset Cassie, too. She loved Grant’s musk. It permeated even inside of the fragrant trees. Still, she knew that it must be done.

              “You smell like other women,” Cassie said. “You can’t smell like those women if you are going to be with me.”

              Grant gave her a stern glare. He didn’t say anything for a few moments.

              “Fine,” she smiled. “I’ll start.”

              Cassie unfastened the knot on her shirt and then zipped down her denim shorts. Her clothes quickly fell onto the dark earth below. “Better?”

              Grant stared at her gigantic curves. They were every bit of delicious that he thought they would be. Even her pussy had nice, full lips. All he wanted was to taste her all over.

Without further hesitation, Grant whipped off of his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. His huge cock stuck out hard in the blue light of the night. He wanted Cassie’s mouth all over it. If he had to wash himself first, it would be worth it.

              Stepping down into the water, he noticed that it was strangely warm. There was also a spot that was deeper still for him. He moved downward until his cock was fully submerged in the tepid stream.

              “Happy?” he grunted.

              “How badly do you want me?” Cassie said as he walked to the edge of the stream. “Do you envision your cock deep inside my wettest, warmest, spots?”

              She bent down, and her hair gently piled across her shoulders. Grant was mesmerized by her thick thighs and jutting hips. They were perfectly symmetrical as they came into her perfectly pursed pussy.

              “I’ll show you how bad I want it,” Grant said as he moved through the water toward her. His mouth opened wide as he pressed against her. She tasted amazing. Grant lapped at her, and she began to moan. His tongue flicked against her clitoris until he pursed his lips around it, creating a firm suction.

              “
Mmm…
” Cassie moaned. She leaned back onto her hands. Her hair flowed with her movement. Grant wanted to please her
more
. He licked her left thigh, sucking on the warm flesh. Then he moved back to the center for a moment before kissing the inner part of her right thigh. She seemed to love every moment of it.

              Still, Grant wanted
more
.

              His teeth sunk into her flesh, pushing at the skin. Cassie groaned as Grant moved back to her sweet tasting pussy. Juices from his mouth and inside of her mixed into a warm bath. Grant’s tongue snaked inside of her, tasting the furthest depths of her body.

              Grant wanted her more than ever now. He pressed his hands further on the sides of the streambed. Cassie seemed to quiver for a moment. His muscles flexed, lifting him from the warm water. Their eyes met.

              “Let’s play hide and seek,” she said slyly. Grant looked confused. Cassidy, however, knew exactly what she wanted. Stopping him from fucking her was all part of the game.

Suddenly, Grant felt her hands leap up and grab the back of his head. He fell into the water, completely submerged. Coming up for air, her saw that Cassidy was gone. In her place was something much wilder. A panther as dark and seductive as the night sky stood in front of him. Just before Grant could move away, it pounced.