Wolf Rock Shifters Books 1-5: Five BBW Paranormal Romance Standalone Novels (35 page)

Finally, he had her pinned to the ground. Zoe didn’t know what was in his mind but she could imagine that he wanted her dead. It seemed that he was spending a moment debating the consequences. After all, no one knew that she was there. He could probably get away with it. And in all the time she’d known him, with all of his ugliness, she’d never seen him so enraged.

She closed her eyes, her legs pinned down, preparing herself.

But a thought came to her. Control. Maddox had said early on that she needed to remain calm and that her shifting would be under control. And she was calm, in this moment. Much as she feared death, she was more at peace than she’d ever been in her life.

As Drake’s jaw came down on her flesh, seconds away from landing a fatal blow on her jugular, the panther disappeared.

Just then, the front door swung open with the force of a bear using his entire body as a battering ram.

The hyena, confused, turned to look just as the enormous, light-coloured animal lunged at him, his claws rending the smaller creature’s flesh, teeth sinking into his back. The hyena howled in agony and went still.

A
field mouse
, hidden in a corner under a chair, crawled out from its spot and shifted into a woman. Her left arm and neck wet with blood, she extended her right hand and caressed the bear’s face.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Colson shifted then, too, and wrapped his strong arms around her.

“Oh God, baby, you’re hurt,” he said.

“I’m okay. I’ll be okay, anyhow. I can’t believe you found me.”

“I had a little chat with a very unattractive ferret. He was surprisingly helpful.”

“Well, at least he’s good for something.”

The hyena on the floor flailed as he changed into a man below them. He writhed a little, moaning at the pain.

“Drake, is it?” said Colson, standing over the battered man. Zoe quickly pulled her dress, which lay on the floor, over her body; the body intended only for Colson’s eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” groaned Drake.

“I’m the fucking banker. And it’s your lucky day: I have a present for you.” Colson walked out onto Drake’s porch, not much caring that he might be giving the neighbourhood an indecent display, and re-entered with a bag in hand. He tossed it onto the floor next to the man who still lay there.

“There you go,” said Colson. “Ten thousand bucks. If you ever come near this woman, me, or Wolf Rock again, you won’t live long enough to spend it. Understood?”

“Fuck you,” said Drake.

“Good. Just so we’re clear,” said Colson, taking Zoe by the hand.

“Hang on,” said Zoe. She ran to the couch in the living room and grabbed a blanket.

“Here,” she said. “Wrap yourself in this.”

They left the house and Zoe saw it: an old, beaten up station wagon.

“Colson?” she said. “Where’s your truck?”

“I sold it.” He was smiling at her, but Zoe felt like her heart would break.

“But you love that truck.”

“Not as much as I love you,” he said.

“Oh my God.” She threw her arms around him. “I love you too,” she said. “So much. But you shouldn’t have done that.”

“Zoe, I don’t know what you did with that money and I don’t want to know. But money doesn’t matter to me. It never has. I’ll get another truck someday. But there’s never going to be another you.”

S
everal days later
, when her wounds had healed, Zoe asked Colson if she could borrow the station wagon.

“Sure,” said Colson. “Why?”

“There’s an errand I need to run. I have to pick up something kind of big.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. And don’t do anything dangerous, baby. I don’t want to have to come looking for you again.”

“I won’t. Probably,” said Zoe. She kissed him and left, returning several hours later, unharmed and happy.

T
he following morning
, Zoe guided Colson to a road not too far from their treehouse. His red pickup sat, pristine, parked in the same place where he usually left it when he was coming home for the night.

“What’s that doing here?” he asked. “Or should I even ask?”

Zoe slapped his arm gently. “Silly, it’s yours. You know that.”

“You never spent the money,” he said, slightly dumbfounded. “You had it all along.”

“Well, I did in fact spend it. On a shiny, slightly used truck.”

He turned to her. “You didn’t have to, you know. I was never going to ask you to.”

“I know. And that’s why I adore you.”

He walked over and put a loving hand on his truck, the smile on his face worth a hundred thousand dollars.

“Let’s go for a ride,” Zoe said, a smile on her own face.

She directed her mate as they drove into the mountains, windows down, leaving the small town behind.

“Just a little further,” said Zoe as they approached a small gravel parking lot.

When she told him to pull over he did so and they got out. Zoe lifted a basket from the back of the truck.

“Is that…?”

“A picnic basket? That’s exactly what it is,” she said. “Come on.”

The two hiked up a trail some distance until they came to a rocky outcropping overlooking a green valley. The air was chilly but the warm sun made the day quite bearable. Zoe put the basket down as Colson took in the view.

“This place is beautiful. How did you find it?”

“Kyla told me about it. It’s far enough away from everything that you seldom run into anyone up here. Especially in the middle of winter.”

With that, she walked up to her man and undid the top button on his shirt.

“Seldom?” he asked, smiling.

“Seldom. Hardly ever. Well, rarely. Hopefully not today,” she said, working her way down the shirt so that his chest was bare. She put her hands on him and leaned forwards, her lips searching for the softness and warmth of his own.

He kissed her back, tongue searching to taste her. Zoe could feel the roped muscles of Colson’s arms as he held her tight, and her hands slid around to his back, fingernails gently scratching their way along his flesh. She felt her pussy respond to the contact with his flesh in the way that it always did, much as one salivates when delicious food is presented. Her body never failed to dictate what should happen next when this man was around.

Eager to have him inside her, she reached down to unbutton his pants. He took her hand in his own and pulled it away.

“What is it?” she asked. “Don’t you want to…?”

“Of course I do,” he said, in between kisses. “Of course I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you. I always do. But first…” With that he reached for the base of her shirt and pulled it over her head in a swift motion, revealing her bare breasts and round belly.

“First,” he said again, “I want to do this.”

He knelt down before her and licked the very tip of her left nipple, which responded by tensing and firming into a bright pink bud.

“Second, I want to do this.” He imitated the action on her right side.

“Then this again,” and with that, he pursed his hot lips around the left, sucking as his fingers encircled her breast, as though feeding himself her body.

“Oh my,” said Zoe. “That feels…”

Colson unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and tore them down, along with her panties. He pulled them over her boots and she stood mostly nude before him.

“Lie down,” he commanded.

“And what if I refuse?” Zoe smiled.

“Then I’ll keep sucking your perfect tits,” he said, “until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“Okay then, I refuse.”

Colson sucked again at her nipples and Zoe laughed.

“You win,” she said, her hands in his hair, pulling him gently away. “I’ll lie down. As long as you promise to eat me.”

“I think we can arrange that,” he said.

Zoe sat on the cold rock beneath her, squirming with delight at the idea of what was about to happen. A cool breeze seemed to be hitting her in all the right spots, hardening her nipples still further and touching all the sensitive places between her legs.

Colson knelt before her and leaned down, his warm hands sliding under her ass.

“I don’t know,” he said, kissing the strip of hair above her mound, “if I’ve said this before.” Again he kissed her; this time at the top of her right thigh. “But I really, really like your pussy.”

He dug in then, raising her hips up so that he could bury his tongue deep inside her as Zoe writhed in pleasure. Colson moaned at her taste and her wetness. Her body was his playground and every time they made love he found a new corner to enjoy.

He eased his right hand out from under her and slid his index and middle fingers inside her swollen channel. Zoe thrust her hips forward, pushing him deeper inside her and making him smile with delight. Colson stroked her then with his tongue, tiny flicks on her hard pink clit, then exploring the shallow crevices to either side, just teasing her lips with the gentleness of his caresses while his fingers continued to pleasure her opening.

Her hands were in his hair again, guiding him as her pelvis moved in a rhythmic motion, signalling her approval. Colson leaned back slightly, watching his fingers enter her and pull out again, her slick wetness covering their length and hardening his cock in anticipation. He pulled them out for a moment and gently squeezed her lips between them, forcing her swollen clit to expose itself to the cool air. Colson milked her flesh, delicately massaging her slick pink petals, fingers slipping slowly up and down, before letting his fingers find their way back into her opening.

“God, I want to be inside here,” he said, sliding a third finger in to join the other two.

“Make me come and I’ll let you fuck me,” she replied.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yeah,” she moaned as his tongue began to work on her again. “It is. But I want something else from you, too.”

“Do you?”

“I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“You dirty girl.”

“Yes, I am. Now give me what I want. Give me that juicy cock of yours. I need it. I need to taste you.”

Zoe pulled him upwards and tore at the front of his jeans, tearing the button and fly open with one swift motion before saying, “Stand up.”

He did so, amused at her assertiveness. As she yanked the jeans down Colson exhaled slowly, his thickness revealing itself to her and to the cold air surrounding him. They say that cold and cocks aren’t a good combination, but the bitter temperature did nothing to dissuade his engorged member from swelling further as it appeared before Zoe’s hungry mouth and eyes.

She put a hand around his shaft and stroked him gently up and down, admiring his thickness, before allowing her index finger to slide over his tip, spreading his succulent pre-cum over the pink head.

“Oh God, baby,” he said. “That’s so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you with my hand?”

“You know I do.”

“Good. Now eat me, sexy, and feed me your beautiful cock.”

Colson manoeuvred himself, his mouth between her legs, his hips over her face, teasing as his cock came down towards her lips, but just out of her reach. Zoe let out a small cry as if to say, “Between my lips, now.”

She was satisfied at last, the juicy head close enough for her tongue to reach, and she slid it over the surface, tasting his saltiness as she explored his shape. Finally she squeezed her lips around him and he began to move gently, rhythmically in and out of her.

He stared at her slick pussy, its lips swollen with want, and slipped his fingers back in, moving them in rhythm with his cock in her mouth. He knew that this drove her wild; being fucked at both ends. There were times when Colson wished he could provide her with many cocks to satisfy each erogenous zone. But his mouth and fingers, he knew, made her quite happy.

Colson pulled his fingers almost completely out of her and then, licking their length, allowed his tongue to follow its route up her slit towards her bud, where it paused for a second and sat while he thrust his fingers in again. He began to move his tongue slowly, so slowly, a millimeter at a time, knowing that she felt the tiniest motions with her sensitive pink, and he allowed his tongue to become more insistent; to massage her as though his goal were to relax her rather than make her come.

Zoe felt nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure as the tongue worked its magic on her. As the cool air kissed her nipples, she felt torn between allowing this to continue for hours and the orgasm that was on its way. The orgasm which would be rewarded with the most beautiful, hard cock in the world, the one that moved in and out of her mouth, its thickness forcing her lips to spread as it would her wet opening. The gorgeous pain of it all; a cock that was nearly too big, and yet absolutely flawless. Her pussy ached around his fingers as he fucked her with them. More than anything she wanted to come for him. For his pleasure. So that he could feel her contract while he was in her mouth…

As soon as that thought came to her the situation became hopeless. His cock…that cock…perfect, ridged with beautiful, throbbing veins…inside her, pounding her. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to cry out and to let her voice echo in the mountains; to let the whole world know that she was coming for her man.

Her fingers grasped his ass as she came, her hips thrusting her pussy towards him, her channel squeezing his fingers so tightly that all Colson could think of was how much he needed his cock to feel her walls around it. He ate her, lips sucking on her own, tongue brushing her flesh in broad strokes. He buried his length deep inside her mouth as she wrapped her tongue around him, squeezing his swollen shaft with her tingling lips.

When he was satisfied that she’d at last attained the pinnacle of pleasure, Colson pushed himself upwards.

“No, no…” she moaned as his cock left her mouth. She felt like a child whose soother had been removed.

Colson remedied her pain by shifting around again. He sat her up, pulling her hips to the edge of her flat rock, and, looking intensely into her eyes, he slid his thickness into her.

Zoe winced, more with pleasure than with pain, trying to meet his gaze.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she moaned as her walls closed around him. The tightness of her pussy after an orgasm always made her feel like they’d created the perfect home for his beautiful shaft.

“You like that?” he asked, thrusting again. “You want more?”

“I want it all, my bear” she said, smiling.

Colson pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out completely, standing firmly, determinedly pointed at her slit.

He thrust into her again, hard, and she let out a loud cry this time. Her hands went to his back and she felt claws extend, scraping his flesh, leaving gentle marks along his skin.

“My pussy wants it,” Colson growled. “My pussy wants her bear to fuck her blue.”

He began to move faster, his rhythm a regularly accelerating tempo. Zoe reached for her tits and pinched her nipples for him as Colson’s eyes moved away from her own to watch.

“Oh, baby…if you do that…”

His hips slammed against her, his balls tightening as he watched her. Zoe allowed one hand to slide down, her index finger stroking her clit as he pounded her.

“What are you doing to me?” he moaned, moving his eyes towards the sky. The image of his woman touching herself always sent him over the edge.

“I’m fucking you,” she said. “Oh, and I’m touching my nipples…making them harder for you. And I’m stroking my pussy while your cock is inside me, baby. Rubbing my wet, hot pussy just for you.”

Colson looked into her eyes again. Now he was smiling, a wicked, mischievous smile in his eyes. “And how do you feel?”

“Perfect,” she moaned.

“Good.”

He put his hands on top of her thighs and drove into her like a battering ram, his cock seeming to spread her open in the most beautiful way. The pain of it was so sweet, and Zoe let herself scream at the agony, knowing how he loved it; how he loved how big he was, how wet she was, how good it felt.

“I’m coming,” he growled at last. “For you, my love, I’m coming…”

Heat shot through her like a blast. It seemed to move to every extremity, somehow, like darts firing in every direction. She felt his body thrust all of its strength forwards, his cock becoming the epicenter of his being in that moment.

He leaned forwards and kissed her hard as he shot the last of his cream, and Zoe wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her as the two collapsed backwards in a heap of warmth and adoration.

“God, I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.”

I
n the weeks
and months that followed, life returned to what had now become normal for the two. If there was such a thing as a perfect life, Zoe had found it in Wolf Rock and in the man who had become hers.

There was no word from Drake and no threat to Colson’s family.

A
nd it was
many months before anything would threaten the peace and calm of Wolf Rock, the town which had become famous for its dwellers.