Craving the Alpha: Part Three: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers) (3 page)

“You can’t be serious!” I gasped.

“Oh, but I am.” Markus responded. “This,” he said waving a hand in the air, “is all well and good, it’s fun for a few days. But it’s not where I belong. And you—you are one of us now. You need to be with me and the clan.”

“Look, Markus,” I sputtered. “What about your father? What about Dorian? Why, they will chain you up, and most likely they’ll chain me up too!”

I could see that Markus was deep in thought, but he was determined.

“We will go back and reason with them.”

“But don’t you see! They can’t be reasoned with. What if they hand me back to Dorian? We must, at the very least, stay here for a while. Let’s give them time to come to their senses.

“How will we stay here? We have no jobs, barely any money. How is it possible?”

“We can find jobs,” I said. I hoped Markus would listen to me. I was sure if we went back we would both be chained. Plus, they would watch us very carefully. There would be no picking locks with an army knife this time.

Markus rubbed his chin, his brow furrowed. “It is not what I want, but I realize there are two of us in this. Let’s give it a few weeks and then we will see. With that, he closed his eyes. It was obvious there was to be no more discussion on the matter. I fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning I felt a bit better. I was sure Markus would feel more comfortable about staying in town after living away from the clan for a while.

We enjoyed a tasty breakfast of eggs, juice, coffee, and bacon at the hotel’s buffet and then headed back towards the room. As we walked past the lobby, the clerk who had checked us in gave us a knowing wave. Markus walked over to him. “When is checkout?”

“It’s at 11am, about twenty minutes from now, but if you need an extended time,” he looked over at me, then gave Markus a wink, “just let us know and we will try to accommodate you.”

“We will be out by 11am.” Markus said. “We do need a place to stay the night. But I’m afraid this is not in our budget”

“Try over at Beelines Motel,” the clerk responded.

“Beelines Motel?” Markus asked.

“Yeah, they got cheap rooms by the day, week, and month. Why, you can probably get a room for a week for less than one night here. It’s just a stone’s throw away. You can walk to it.

We thanked the clerk and headed back to the room, picking up my duffel and Zach’s lunch box. I slipped a few of the hotel shampoo, conditioner, and soap samples into my duffel. Then, we went back down to the lobby and left the hotel, heading in the direction he pointed us too. It was hard getting around Frederick without a car, but we did not have much choice in the matter. Fortunately Beelines was just a short walk away.

Beelines Motel was a small one-story place consisting of multiple units joined to one another. The man at the counter at Beelines didn’t ask too many questions. He took our cash and directed us to one of the rooms that was close to the road and backed up to the woods.

I was excited as we walked to the unit. It would be fun to set up house with Markus. I could just imagine bringing home French bread and flowers when we had the money along with a piece of fresh fish. And while the fish was baking we would enjoy a wedge of cheese and some wine … but then, reality hit as we entered the room.

“Ugh,” I said. It was dark and dingy—so icky, the stale smell of cigarettes filtering through the walls. “I thought smoking wasn’t allowed in hotels.”

“Well, these are more like apartments,” Markus responded as he drew open the curtains. “People can stay here for months possibly years so I guess people treat it more like a home than a regular hotel room.

“Yuck!” the possibility of staying in this dumpster for a long period of time was definitely not appealing. The unit had a small open kitchen that faced the bed. I ran my hand along the laminate countertop. It had definitely seen better days. It had a yellowish tinge to it; a few burn marks blemishing the stained surface. The pots and pans were gross, a slimy film on them.

“We’ll make it work,” Markus said. “Just a little TLC and it will be fine. Besides, it’s just temporary.

I smiled as I looked into his eyes. "I love how positive you are honey. Of course we will make it work.” Markus slid his hands around me, gliding them down to grasp my hips. He pulled me tightly towards him and kissed me deeply, his tongue finding mine. Pressed against him, I could feel the hardness of his rod. I moved my hand down to the bulge in his pants and stroked the outside of his jeans.

“God, baby, I want you so bad,” he said, his beefy shoulders tense with desire.

I lifted his tee up over his head. “I don’t think you need this,” I teased, admiring his muscular chest, glistening in the light streaming in from the window.

“And baby, you sure as hell don’t need anything either. Why are you covering up those beautiful breasts of yours?” He gently pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Moving his head down, he put his juicy tongue on my right breast, swirling it around his mouth like it was an expensive wine.

“Mmm, you taste so fine,” he moaned, his lips seeking out the other nipple. I could feel the wetness coming between my legs as my nipples puckered with his attention. Slowly he moved down, kissing every part of my stomach, and ended with my belly button. Then with one hand he undid my jeans and pulled down my pink panties. His tongue continued its travels to the front of my pussy, devouring every inch of skin. He knelt before me, eating out my pussy as I stood there, unable to move. My body was so rigid with desire.

“God, this tastes so good,” He moaned.

His long tongue was driving me wild as he lapped my pussy over and over. I was sopping wet and my thighs were shaking—this felt amazing.

“Markus, take your pants off.” I commanded. If there was one thing I wanted right now, one thing I absolutely needed, it was Markus’s cock pulsating in my mouth. I was salivating, thinking about his long, hard shaft and licking every single inch of it.

Markus had his pants off in seconds, his firm dick anticipating my tongue. He pulled me down to the floor with him and we did the ‘69 with my head over his cock as his mouth greedily licked my clit. I lowered my head to his balls and starting savoring them. I began stroking his tool with my lips and mouth, engulfing his cock—up and down, relishing the taste of his skin. His pre-cum slid down my throat and I moved my mouth further down his dick, deeper and deeper.

My clit was on fire, ready to explode as his tongue probed every crevice of my folds.

“Oh my Godddddd,” the words screamed from my lips. I knew the walls were probably paper-thin and there was likely someone on the other side hearing me call out in pleasure, but I didn’t care. The spasms were so intense. I just could not control myself.

I continued to suck Markus, my lips forming a vacuum around his cock, and in seconds he exploded in my mouth, his rich creamy cum dribbling down my chin. I continued to suck till there was no more cum and then I slowly licked his cock clean, licking off every last drop of his semen.

“God—that was incredible Kristen. You taste so good. You lick me so good.” He rolled over. “I could spend all day making love to you again and again but…” he shook his head.

I looked at him expectantly.

“I would love to love and love you again. But we’ve got a big
problem.”

“What is it Markus? What’s wrong?”

“It’s the cash flow.” Markus said, frowning. “There just isn’t any. After paying Beelines for the week, we are down to sixty bucks. I’m willing to try this for a couple weeks and not go back to the clan, but we need to find jobs soon or we won’t have any choice!” Markus pulled out the newspaper that had been left at our door, at the other hotel we’d stayed at.

As he opened it, he picked up a pen stamped with the words ‘Beelines Motel’ off the kitchen counter. “Let’s see what kind of jobs they have here in Frederick.”

Job pickings were slim in the paid classified section of the paper. We read each posting carefully and Markus circled the ones we thought might be good options. But as we discussed the possibilities, we realized that this was going to be even harder than we thought. With no phone, how could they even contact us if we got hired, and with no car, what were we supposed to do—change into our wolf if the job was far away, and then change back again right before we got there?  It all seemed so ridiculous.

“I think we may just have to walk around the area and see if anyone is hiring. We are going to have to find someone that will hire us and is willing to pay cash. We have no phone, no car, no tax information, no bank accounts…” I continued ticking off all the problems we faced when it came to getting a job, the tension rising in my voice.

“Well, let’s start walking the streets. You never know what might come up. Heck, they may be hiring super models right down the road and that would be perfect for you,” Markus added, grinning.

Just like Markus to lighten the mood. One of the many things I loved about Markus was his positive can-do attitude. And hey, also the fact that he thought I could be a super model. This man was special!

We locked the door to our unit, number 23, and started walking towards the downtown area. As we ambled up and down the streets, we took turns ducking our heads in the door of the local businesses, asking for the manager to see if they were hiring. We were determined to go back to Beelines Motel with jobs today, but things were getting discouraging. In some places, the manager wasn’t there and the workers had no clue if they were hiring. Others told us to fill out an application, which was a waste of time since we had no phone for them to call us in for an interview. We had probably walked the streets for close to two hours before Markus said we should take a break.

We ducked into a nearby coffee shop, ordered an iced coffee and split a ready-made chicken salad sandwich from the food case. It was hard to spend the money on it but we were both hungry and needed the food to keep our energy up.

“Geez, Kristen,” Markus said as he handed over the cash. “We are going to have to buy a few groceries and bring along a lunch when we look for jobs tomorrow. We need to watch every cent, or we will have no choice but to go back to Camp Vickers.”

After eating we continued walking into local businesses asking about employment, but got the same disappointing results. Finally, we decided to call it a day and we walked several miles until we found a grocery store.

At the store we walked up and down the aisles, evaluating the goods to decide where we would get the most bang for the few bucks we had. Markus wanted fresh fruits and vegetables but the price was so high, I knew we couldn’t afford it. We finally settled on a bag of rice, several dented cans of tuna on clearance, three cans of beans, a few apples, and a small wedge of sharp white cheddar. My mouth watered as I strolled past the French bread, and seeing the look in my eye, Markus popped it in the basket.

“It will help fill us up and it will go well with the cheese,” he muttered softly after I gave him a concerned look. It was so sweet how he wanted to please me.

As we left the store, I pulled off a lump of the crusty bread and fed it to Markus, then popped a piece in my mouth. The chewy texture of the crust mingled with the softness of the inner loaf tasted like heaven. We continued walking and munching, and by the time we neared our unit we had devoured every last bite of the bread—so much for eating cheese with it.

As we rounded the corner to Beelines Motel, I noticed a small pizzeria. The delicious smell of pizza baking in a wood-burning oven wafted through the air. Markus sniffed hungrily. With the energy he was constantly burning, he needed a man size meal, not just a few chunks of French bread. Though pizza was not his first choice he would take anything if offered. It was a much more exciting option than eating beans and rice, but of course, we didn’t have the money for pizza. But, maybe they had a job.

“Hey, I am going to go in there and see if they could use some help. Waitresses get paid with tips, so we would have money right away. Why don’t you take the groceries home and I will join you in a few.”

Markus looked ahead and I could see he was evaluating the risk. Was it safe to leave me alone? Realizing he could not babysit me all the time and Dorian was probably far from here, he agreed.

I marched into the pizza shop. It was dead in the restaurant so doubtful they would be hiring, but I had nothing to lose. A man in dark slacks and a white shirt was manning the cash register, but no other employees were in view.

“What will you have?” he asked, his deep-set eyes focusing on my breasts. They were heavy with sweat from all the walking and my shirt was slightly damp. It bugged me having him eyeball me like that, but I pushed the feeling aside—a job was a job.

“I’m not here for pizza. I was wondering if you are hiring.”

“Hmm,” he looked me over again, his eyes slowly exploring every curve, not bothering to be discreet about it. “Matter of fact, my girl, Donna just quit today, about an hour ago. She walked out in a huff—dumb bitch.”

I stifled the urge to ask what Donna had done or what had been done to Donna that precipitated her leaving in a huff. But really, that was none of my business. This could mean he needed somebody fast—the perfect opportunity for me.

“Pay is tips and a few bucks an hour. If you hustle and get those orders out you can make some nice money. No benefits.” He surveyed my boobs again. “I think you will fit in fine here. If you want it, you can start tonight.”

“Oh wow, thank you, thank you…” my voice trailed off as I realized I didn’t know his name.

“Just get back here in about two hours for the evening shift. Be on time. The name’s Sal and I’m the owner. What’s your name girl?”

“Kristen.”

“Ok Kristen, see you in two hours and don’t be late. If you’re late you’re fired.” He drew a line across his neck with his hand like he was chopping a head off.

“I will be on time, Sal. Don’t worry. Thank you again for the opportunity.” I was beaming as I turned to walk out the door. I could just imagine Markus’s delight and surprise when I told him the good news. I had a job and we would have money to eat! Maybe we could even fix up unit 23 and turn it into our own little love nest till we got something better.

“Hey, wait a minute girlie.” Sal called. “We got a uniform for the girls around here.” He reached under the counter and pulled out a top, throwing it to me. “Be sure to wear this tonight. It’s part of our branding,” he added, winking at me.

“Sure thing!” I responded as I walked out the door. I unfolded the tee shirt, opening it as I walked. This was awesome. Not only did I get a job but I would have something else to wear. My few pieces of clothing had been put thru a lot; they were pretty tired looking.

However, my delight was short lived. As I unfurled the tee, gazing at the thin fabric, my mouth dropped open. “You have got to be friggin’ kidding me!”